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HENRY, Prince of Wales, afterwards
King Henry V.;

THOMAS. Duke of Clarence;

PRINCE JOHN, of Lancaster, afterwards (2 Henry V.) Duke of Bedford; PRINCE HUMPHREY of Gloster, afterwards (2 Henry V.) Duke of Gloster.

SCROOP, Archbishop of York;




his Sons.


EARL OF WESTMORELAND; of the King's Party.



Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench.

A Gentleman attending on the Chief Justice.


TRAVERS and MORTON, Domestics of Northumbe! land.

POINS and PETO, Attendants on Prince Henry.
SHALLOW and SILENCE, Country Justices.
DAVY, Servant to Shallow.



FANG and SNARE, Sheriff's Officers.


Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle.
Enter RUMOR, painted full of Tongues.
Rum. Open your cars; For which of you will

The vent of hearing, when loud Rumor speaks?
1. from the orient to the drooping west,
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
The acts commenced on this ball of earth:
Upon iny tongues continual slanders ride;
The which in every language 1 pronounce,
Staffing the ears of men with false reports.
I speak of peace, while covert enmity,
Under the smile of safety, wounds the world:
And who but Rumor, who but only I,
Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence;
Whilst the big year, swoll'n with some other grief,
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
And no such matter! Rumor is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures;
And of so easy and so plain a stop,
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still-discordant wavering multitude,

A Porter.

A Dancer, Speaker of the Epilogue.



Enemies to the King. Lords and other Attendants: Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, Drawers, Grooms, &c.

CENE I.-Warkworth. Before Northumberland's


The Porter before the Gate; Enter LORD BARDOLPH. L. Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho?-Where

is the earl?

Port. What shall I say you are?


SCENE, England.


Can play upon it. But what need I thus
My well known body to anatomize
Among my household? Why is Rumor here?
I run before King Harry's victory,
Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,
Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops,
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I
To speak so true at first? my office is

To noise abroad,-that Harry Monmouth fell
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword:
And that the king before the Douglas' rage
Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.
This I have rumor'd through the peasant towns
Between that royal field at Shrewsbury
And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,
Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,
Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on,
And not a man of them brings other news
Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumor's


They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs. [Exit.


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North What

ws, Lord Bardolph? every

ute now

Should be the father of some stratagem:1 The times are wild; contention, like a horse Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, And bears down all before him.

1.. Bard.

min-Stopping my greedy ear with the bold deeds.
But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed,
Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,
Ending with--brother, son, and all are dead.
Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet
But, for my lord, your son,-


Noble earl; I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. North. Good, an heaven will! L. Bard. As good as heart can wish:The king is almost wounded to the death; And, in the fortune of my lord your son, Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts Kill'd by the hand or Douglas: young prince John, And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, Is prisoner to your son: O, such a day, So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, Came not till now to dignify the times, Since Cæsar's fortunes!

North. How is this deriv'd? Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury? L. Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence;

A gentleman well bred, and of good name,
That freely render'd me these news for true.
North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom
I sent

On Tuesday last to listen after news.

L. Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; And he is furnish'd with no certainties, More than he haply may retail from me.


North. Now. Travers, what good tidings come with you?

Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, Out-rode me. After him, came, spurring hard, A gentleman, almost forspeut with speed, That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse: He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. He told me that rebellion had bad luck, And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold: With that he gave his able horse the head, And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Against the panting sides of his poor jade Up to the rowel head; and, starting so, He seem'd in running to devour the way, Staying no longer question.

Ha! Again.
Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold?
Of Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion
Had met ill luck!

L. Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what;--
If my young lord your son have not the day,
Upon my honor, for a silken point 2
I'll give my barony: never talk of it.

North. Why should the gentleman, that rode by

Give then such instances of loss?

L. Bard.
Who, he?
He was some hilding fellow, that had stol'n
The horse he rode on; and, upon my life,
Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news.

Important or dreadful event.
Hilderling, base, cowardly.

North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf,
Foretells the nature of a tragic volume:
So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood
Hath left a witness'd usurpation.-
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury?
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord;
Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask,
To fright our party.
How doth my son and brother?
Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
And would have told hi'n, half his Troy was burn'd:
But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue,
And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it.
This thou wouldst say,-Your son did thus, and thus;
Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas:

2 Lace tagged.

Why, he is dead.
See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath!
He, that but fears the thing he would not know,
Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes,
That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton.
Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies;
And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,
And make thee rich for doing me such wrong.
Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid:
Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.

North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead
I see a strange confession in thine eye:
Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear, or sin,
To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so:
The tongue offends not that reports his death:
And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead:
Not he, which says the dead is not alive.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remember'd knolling a departed friend.

L. Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead
Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe
That which I would to heaven I had not seen:
But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state,
Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and outbreath'd,
To Harry Monmouth: whose swift wrath beat down
The never daunted Percy to the earth,
From whence with life he never more sprung up.
In few, his death, (whose spirit lent a fire
Even to the dullest peasant in his camp.)
Being bruited once, took fire and heat away
From the best temper'd courage in his troops:
For from his metal was his party steel'd;
Which once in him abated, all the rest
Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead.
And as the thing that's heavy in itself,
Upon enforcement, flies with greater speed;
So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear,
That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim,
Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
Fly from the field: Then was that noble Worcester
Too soon ta'en prisoner: and that furious Scot,
The bloody Douglas, whose well-laboring sword
Had three times slain the appearance of the king,
'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame,
Of those that turn'd their backs; and in his flight,
Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
Is, that the king hath won; and hath sent out
A speedy power, to encounter you, my lord,
Under the conduct of young Lancaster,
And Westmoreland: this is the news at full.

North. For this I shall have time enough to mourn.
In poison there is physic; and these news,
Having been well, that would have made me sick,
Being sick, have in some measure made me well:
And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints,
Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,
Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
Out of his keepers' arms; even so my limbs.
Weaken'd with grief, being now enraged with grief,
Are thrice themselves: hence therefore, thou nice'

A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel,
Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif,
Thou art a guard too wanton for the head,
Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit.
Now bind my brows with iron; and approach
The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring,
To frown upon the enraged Northumberland!
Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand
Keep the wild flood confined! let order die!
And let this world no longer be a stage,
To feed contention in a lingering act;
But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
Reign in all bosoms, that each heart being set
On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
And darkness be the burier of the dead!
Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my

4 Return of blows.
Let fall.

7 Trifling.

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Bard. Swee earl, divorce not wisdom from your honor.

Mor. The lives of all your loving complices Leon your health; the which if you give o'er stormy passion, must perforce decay. 1 cast the event of war, my noble lord, nd summ'd the account of chance, before you said,

Let us make head. It was your presurmise,
That in the dole of blows your son might drop:
You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge,
More likely to fall in than to get o'er:
You were advis'd, his flesh was capable
Of wounds, and scars; and that his forward spirits
Would lift him where most trade of danger ranged;
Yet did you say,-Go forth; and none of this,
Though strongly apprehended, could restrain
The stiff-borne action: What hath then befallen,
Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth,
More than that being which was like to be?

L. Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas, That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one: And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd; And since we are o'erset, venture again. Come, we will all put forth; body, and goods. Mor. 'Tis more than time: And, my most noble


I hear for certain and do speak the truth,-
The gentle archbishop of York is up,
With well-appointed powers; he is a man,
Who with a double surety binds his followers.
My lord your son hath only but the corps,
But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight:
For that same word, rebellion, did divide
The action of their bodies from their souls:
And they did fight with queasiness,1 constrain'd,
As men drink potions; that their weapons only
Seem'd on our side, but for their spirits and souls,
This word, rebellion, it hath froze them up,
As fish are in a pond; But now the bishop
Turns insurrection to religion:

Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts,
He's follow'd both with body and with mind;
And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
Of tair king Richard, scraped from Pomfret stones;
Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause;
Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land,
Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke;
And more, and less, do flock to follow him.

North. I knew of this before; but, to speak truth,
This present grief hath wiped it from my mind.
Go in with me; and counsel every man
The aptest way for safety, and revenge:
Get posts, and letters, and make friends with speed;
Never so few, and never yet more need. [Exeunt.

| will, it is not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still as a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence out of it; and yet he will be crowing as if he had writ man ever since his father was a bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he is almost out o mine, I can assure him.What said master Dumbleton about the satin for my short cloak, and slops?

Page. He said, sir, you should procure him better assurance than Bardolph: he would not take his bond and yours; he liked not the security.

Fal. Let him be damned like a glutton! may his tongue be hotter!-A whoreson Achitophel! a rascally yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in hand, and then stand upon security! The whoreson smooth-pates do not wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is thorough" with them in honest taking L, then they must stand upon-security. I had as lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth, as offer to stop it with security. I looked he should have sent me two-and-twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he sends me security. Well, he may sleep in security; for he hath the horn of abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines through it: and yet cannot he see, though he have his own lantern to light him.-Where's Bardolph?

Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your worship a horse.

Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in Smithfield: an I could get me but a wife in the stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived. Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and an Attendant.

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Fal. Boy, tell him, I am deaf.

Page. You must speak louder, my master is deaf. Ch. Just. I am sure, he is, to the hearing of any thing good.-Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must speak with him.'

Atten. Sir John,

not wars? is there not employment? Doth not the Ful. What! a young knave, and beg! Is there king lack subjects? do not the rebels need soldiers? Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it is worse shame to beg than to be on the worse side, were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell

how to make it.

Atten. You mistake me, sir.

Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? setting my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had lied in my throat if I had said so.

and your soldiership aside; and give me leave to Atten. I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood tell you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am any other than an honest man.

Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside of me, hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert that which grows to me! If thou get'st any leave better be hanged: You hunt-counter, hence!


SCENE II.-London. A Street.

Enter Sir JOHN FALSTAFF, with his Page bearing his Sword and Buckler.

Fel. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my water!

Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy water: but, for the party that owed it, he

might have more diseases than he knew for.

Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to girds at me; The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me; I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee, like a sow, that had overwhelmed all her litter but one.

If the prince put thee into my service for any other reason than to set me off, why then I have no judg

bient. Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter

to be worn in my cap, than to wait at my heels. I
was never manned with an agates till now: but I
will set you neither in gold nor silver, but in vile
apparel, and send you back again to your master
for a jewel; the juvenal, the prince your master,
whose chin is not yet fledged. I will sooner have
a beard grow in the palm of my hand, than he shall
get on his cheek; and yet he will not stick to say
his face is a face-royal: God may finish it when he

1 Against their stomachs. 2 Greater.
A root supposed to have the shape of a man.
'Alluding to little figures cut in agate.


Aften. Sir, my lord would speak with you. Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. Fal. My good lord!--God give your lordshipgood time of day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad: lordship goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, I heard say, your lordship was sick: I hope, your though not clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of have a reverend care of your health. time; and I most humbly beseech your lordship, to

Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury.

is returned with some discomfort from Wales.
Fal. An't please your lordship, I hear his majesty

In their debt.

Alluding to an old proverb: Who goes to Westminster for a wife, to St. Paul's for a man, and to Smithfield for a horse, may meet with a whore, a knave. and a jade A catch pole or bailif

Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty:-You would not come when I sent for you.

Fal. And I hear moreover, his highness is fallen into this same whoreson apoplexy.

Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him! I pray, let me speak with you.

Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling.

Ch. Just. What tell you me of it! be it as it is. Fal. It hath its original from much grief; from study, and perturbation of the brain: I have read the cause of his effects in Galen; it is a kind of deafness.

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Ch. Just Your means are very slender, and your waste is great.

Fal. I would it were otherwise; I would my means were greater, and my waist slenderer.

Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful prince. Fal. The young prince hath misled me: I am the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog.

Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gall a new healed wound: your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded over your night's exploit on Gadshill: you may thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'er-posting that action.

Fal. My lord?

Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a sleeping wolf.

Fal. To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox. Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the better part burn out.

Fal. A wassel candle, my lord: all tallow: if I did say of wax, my growth would approve the truth. Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your face, but should have his effect of gravity.

Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy. Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up and down, like his ill angel.

Fal. Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light; but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will take me without weighing: and yet, in some respects, I grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell: Virtue is of so little regard in these coster-monger times, that true valor is turned bear-head: Pregnacy is made a tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in giving reckonings: all the other gifts appertinent to man, as the malice of this age shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry. You, that are old, consider not the capacities of us that are young: you measure the heat of our liver in the bitterness of your galls; and we that are in the vaward of our youth, must confess, are wags too.

Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all 'he characters of age? Have you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a yellow cheek! a white beard? a decreasing leg? an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken? your wind short? your chin double! your wit single? and every part about you blasted with antiquity? and will you yet call yourself young? Fye, tye, fye, sir Jolin!

Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the afternoon, with a white head, and something

a round belly. For my voice,-I have 1 st it with hollaing, and singing of anthems. To approve my youth further, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in judgment and understanding; and he that will caper with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the money, and have at him. For the box o'the ear that the prince gave you,-he gave it like a rude prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. I have checked him for it; and the young lion repents: marry, not in ashes, and sack-cloth; but in new silk, and old sack.

Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a better companion!

Fal. Heaven send the companion a better prince! I cannot rid my hands of him.

Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you and prince Harry: I hear you are going with lord John of Lancaster against the archbishop, and the ear! of Northumberland.

A large candle for a feast. 1 The coin called on angel. 'Pass current. Readiness. Forepart

Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady peace at home, that our armies join not in a hot day! for, by the Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, and I brandish any thing but my bottle, I would I might never spit white again. There is not a dangerous action can peep out his head, but I am thrust upon it: Well, I cannot last ever; But it was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common. If you will need say, I am an old man, you should give me rest. I would to God, my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is. I were better to be eaten to death with rust, than to be scoured te nothing with perpetual motion.

Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; And God bless your expedition!

Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound, to furnish me forth?

Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well: Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland.

[Exeunt Chief Justice and Attendant. Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man-beetle.3A man can no more separate age and covetousness, than he can part young limbs and lechery: but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; and so both the degrees prevent my curses.Boy!

Page. Sir!

Fal. What money is in my purse?
Page. Seven groats and two-pence.

Fal. I can get no remedy against this consump tion or the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.-Go bear this letter to my lord of Lancaster; this to the prince; this to the earl of Westmoreland; and this to old mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived the first white hair on my chin: About it; you know where to find me. Erit Page.] A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for the one, or the other, plays the rogue with my great toe. It is no matter if I do halt; I have the wars for my color, and my pension shall seen the more reasonable: A good wit will make use of any thing; I will turn diseases to commodity." [Ezil. SCENE III.-York. A Room in the Archbishop's Palace.

Enter the Archbishop of YORK, the Loris HASTINGS, MOWBRAY, and BARDOLPH.

Arch. Thus have you heard our cause, and known

our means;

And, my most noble friends, I pray you all,
Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes;-
And first, lord marshal, what say you to it?

Mowh. I well allow, the occasion of our arms;
But gladly would be better satisfied,
How, in our means, we should advance ourselves
To look with forehead bold and big enough
Upon the power and puissance of the king.
Hast. Our present inusters grow upon the file
To five-and-twenty thousand men or choice;
And our supplies live largely in the hope
Of great Northumberland, whose boson burns
With an incensed fire of injuries.

A large wooden hammer, so heavy as to require thre men to wield it. Anticipate. ipical



L Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, The utmost man of expectation;
standeth thus:-

I think, we are a body strong enough,
Whether our present five-and-twenty thousand Even as we are, to equal with the king.
Hay bold up head without Northumberland.

L. Bard. What! is the king but five-and-twenty Hast. With him, we may.

thousand? 1. Bard.

Ay, marry, there's the point: Hast. To us, no more; nay, not so much, loro But if without him we be thought too feeble,

Bardolph. My judgment is we should not step too far

For his divisions, as the times do brawl, Tul we had his assistance by the hand:

Are in three heads: one power against the French For, in a thenie so bloody-faced as this,

And one against Glendower; perforce a third Contecture, expectation, and surmise

Must take up us: So is the unfirm king valds uncertain, should not be admitted.

In three divided; and his coflers sound
Arch. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph; for, indeed, With hollow poverty and emptiness.
It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury. Arch. That he should draw his several strengths

Bard. It was, my lord; who lined himself together,
with hope,

And come against us in full puissance,
Eating the air on promise of supply,

Need not be dreaded. Flattering himself with project of a power


If he should do so, such smaller than the smallest of his thoughts: He leaves his back unarma'd, the French and Welsh And so with great imagination,

Baying him at the heels: never fear that. Fooper to madmen, led his powers to death,

L. Baril. Who, is it like, should lead his forces And, winking, leap'd into destruction.

bither! Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt Hast. The duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland: To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope. Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Monmouth:

L. Bart. Yes, in this present quality of war;- But who is substitute 'gainst the French,
Indeed the instant action (a cause on foot)

I have no certain notice.
Lises so in hope, as in an early spring


Let us on;
Were the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit, And publish the occasion of our arins.
lope gives noi so inuch warrant, as despair, The commonwealth is sick of their own choice,
That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build, Their over-greedy love hath surfeited:-
We first survey the plot, then draw the model, An habitation giddy and unsure
And when we see the figure of the house,

Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
Iten must we rate the cost of the erection; O thou fond many!' with what loud applause
Waich if we find outweighs ability,

Didst thou beat beaven with blessing Bolingbroke, What do we then, but draw anew the model Before he was what thou wouldst have him be? l'i jewer oilices; or, at least, desist

And being now irimmd in thine own desires,
To build at all! Much more, in this great work, Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,
Which is, almost to pluck a kingdom down, That thou provoh'st thyself to cast him up.
A set another up,) should we survey

So, so, thou common doy, didst thou disgorge ile plot of situation, and the model;

Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;
consenté upon a sure foundation;

And now thou would'st cat thy dead vomit up,
Question surveyors; know our own estate,

And howlist, to find it. What trust is in these
How able such a work to undergo,

times? To weigh against his opposito; or else,

They that, when Richard liv'd, would have him die Ne fortify in paper, and in figures,

Are now become enamord on his grave; (sing the names of men, instead of men:

Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head, Lize one, that draws the model of a house

When through proud London he came sighing on Botond his power to build it; who, hali through, After the admired heels of Bolingbrohe, vives p'er, and leaves his part-created cost

Cry'st now, ( eurih, zilu us thui hing again, 1 labed subject to the weeping clouds,

ánit take then this! O thoughts of men accurst! And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.

Past, and to come, scem best; things present, wors Hizi. Grant, that our hopes (yet likely of fair Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set os birth)

Hust. We are time's subjects, and time bids be hould be stiil-bom, and that we now possess'd




SCENE I.-London. A Street.

Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant y

he's an intinite thing upon my score:-Good 10 Enter Izetess; FANG, and his Boy, with her; and ter lang, hold hin sure;-good master Snare, Ssare following:

him not escape. lle comes continually to L Host. Master Fang, have you entered the action? corner, (saving your manhoods,) to buy a sadi Tug. It is entered.

and he's indiied to dinner to the Lubbar's lleu Where is your yeomen?• Is it a lusty yeo. I pray ye, since my exion is entereil, and my

Lambert-street, to master Smooth's the silho an? vill a' stand to't? Fong. Sirah, where's Snare?

so openly known to the world, let him be brou 11. O lord, ay; good naster Snare.

into luis answer. A hundred mark is a long Sparbre. Here, here.

for a poor lone woman to bear: and I have l' fang. Snare, we must arrest sir John Falstaff.

and borne, and borne; and have been tublied 10-1. Yea, good master Snare; I have entered and fubbed oil, and fubbed only from this chia ain and all.

that day, that it is a shame to be thoukht on. 1 Snore. It may chance cost some of us our lives, should be made an ass, and a beast, to bear

is no lonesty in such dealing; unless a wo bartie will stab. Hist. Alas the day! take heed of him; he stab

knave's wrong. red me in mine own house, and that most beastly; Enter Sir John FALSTAFF, Page, and BARDO in good faith, a' cares not what mischief he doth, Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsry This weapon be out: he will join' like any devil; knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your oflice be will spare neither man, woman, nor child.

your oflices, master Fang, and master Sna rang. If I can close with him, I care not for his me, do me, do me, your ollices. Drust.

Fal. How now? whose mare's dead? what Hasi. No, nor I neither: I'll be at your clbow.

Fang. An I but fist him once; an a' come but Fang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suite

tress Quickly.
1 Thrust.

3 Foolish multitude

4 Die

? Grasp.

within my vice.


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