Bare-headed, fweating, knocking at the taverns, P. Hen. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame, So idly to profane the precious time; When tempeft of commotion, like the fouth Give me my fword, and cloak :-Falstaff, good night. [Exeunt P. HENRY, POINS, PETO, and BARD. Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence, and leave it unpick'd. [Knocking heard.] More knocking at the door? Re-enter BARDOLPH. How now? what's the matter? Bard. You must away to court, fir, prefently; a dozen captains ftay at door for you. Fal. Pay the musicians, firrah. [To the Page.]-Farewell, hoftefs;-farewell, Doll.-You fee, my good wenches, how men of merit are fought after: the undeferver may fleep, when the man of action is call'd on. Farewell, good wenches :-If I be not fent away post, I will fee you again ere I go. Dol. I cannot speak;-If my heart be not ready to burft:-Well, fweet Jack, have a care of thyfelf. Fal. Farewell, farewell. [Exeunt FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH. Hoft. Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these twenty-nine years, come peascod-time; but an honester, and truer-hearted man,-Well, fare thee well. Bard. [Within.] Miltrefs Tear-fheet, Hoft. What's the matter? Bard. Bid miftrefs Tear-fheet come to my master. Hoft. O run, Doll, run; run, good Doll. ε [Exeunt. ACT ACT III. SCENE I. A Room in the Palace. Enter King HENRY in his nightgown, with a Page. K. Hen. Go, call the earls of Surrey and of Warwick ; But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters, And well confider of them: Make good speed. [Exit Page. How many thousand of my poorest subjects Why rather, fleep, lieft thou in smoky cribs, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy flumber; Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly sta e, And lull'd with founds of sweetest melody? O thou dull god, why lieft thou with the vile, In loathfome beds; and leav'ft the kingly couch, Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast And in the vifitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them That, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Enter WARWICK and SURRY. War. Many good morrows to your majesty! War. 'Tis one o'clock, and past. K. Hen. Why then, good morrow to you all, my lords. Have you read o'er the letters that I fent you? War. We have, my liege. K. Hen. Then you perceive, the body of our kingdom How foul it is; what rank diseases grow, And with what danger, near the heart of it. K. Hen. O heaven! that one might read the book of fate; And fee the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent (Weary of folid firmness,) melt itself Into the fea! and, other times, to fee The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth,-viewing his progrefs through, What perils paft, what croffes to enfue, Would shut the book, and fit him down and die. Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends, Yea, for my fake, even to the eyes of Richard, (You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember,) [TO WARWICK. That I and greatnefs were compell'd to kifs :- War. There is a history'in all men's lives, Such things become the hatch and brood of time; King Richard might create a perfect guess, That great Northumberland, then false to him, K. Hen. Are these things then neceffities? Then let us meet them like neceffities : And that fame word even now cries out on us; Are fifty thousand strong. War. It cannot be, my lord; Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd K. Hen. I will take your counsel : And, were these inward wars once out of hand, We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Court before Justice Shallow's House in Glocestershire. Enter SHALLOW and SILENCE, meeting; MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULLCALF, and Servants, behind. Shal. Come on, come on, come on; give me your hand, |