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Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
Against the irregular and wild Glendower,
Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken,
A thousand of his people butchered :
Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse,
Such beastly, shameless transformation,
By those Welshwomen done, as may not be,
Without much shame, retold or spoken of.
K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of this

Brake off our business for the Holy Land.

West. This, match'd with other, did, my gracious

lord ;

For more uneven and unwelcome news
Came from the north, and thus it did import:-
On Holyrood day, the gallant Hotspur there,
Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald,
That ever-valiant and approved Scot,
At Holmedon met,
Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour;
As by discharge of their artillery,
And shape of likelihood, the news was told;
For he that brought them, in the very

And pride of their contention, did take horse,
Uncertain of the issue any way.
K. Hen. Here is a dear and true-industrious

friend, Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, Stain'd with the variation of each soil Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours ; And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news.


The earl of Douglas is discomfited ;
Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights,
Balk'd' in their own blood, did sir Walter see
On Holmedon's plains. Of prisoners, Hotspur took
Mordake earl of Fife, and eldest son
To beaten Douglas; and the earls of Athol,
Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith.
And is not this an honorable spoil ?
A gallant prize ? ha, cousin, is it not?

West. In faith,
It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.
K. Hen. Yea, there thou makest me sad, and

makest me sin In envy that


lord Northumberland Should be the father to so bless'd a son ; A son, who is the theme of honor's tongue; Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant; Who is sweet Fortune's minion, and her pride : Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, See riot and dishonor stain the brow Of my young Harry. O, that it could be proved, That some night-tripping fairy had exchanged In cradle-clothes our children where they lay, And call'd mine-Percy, his-Plantagenet ! Then would I have his Harry, and he mine. But let him from my thoughts.—What think you,

coz, Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners,

1 Piled up in a beap.

Which he in this adventure hath surprised,
To his own use he keeps; and sends me word,
I shall have none but Mordake earl of Fife.
West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is Wor-

Malevolent to you in all aspects ;
Which makes him prune himself,1 and bristle up
The crest of youth against your dignity.

K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this;
And, for this cause, awhile we must neglect
Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.
Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we
Will hold at Windsor; so inform the lords :
But come yourself with speed to us again ;
For more is to be said and to be done,
Than out of anger can be uttered.
West. I will, my liege.



The same.

Another room in the palace.

Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad ?

P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly which thou wouldst

| Trim himself, as birds their feathers.




truly know.

What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day? Unless hours' were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flamecolored taffata ; I see no reason, why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.

Fal. Indeed, you come near me now, Hal : for we, that take purses, go by the moon and seven stars; and not by Phæbus,—he, “that wandering knight so fair.' And, I pray thee, sweet wag, when thou art king,—as, God save thy grace, (majesty, I should say; grace

thou wilt have none)P. Hen. What! none ?

Fal. No, by my troth; not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg and butter.

P. Hen. Well, how then ? come, roundly, roundly.

Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us, that are squires of the night's body, be called thieves of the day's beauty; let us beDiana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon: and let men say, we be men of good government; being governed as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we-steal.

P. Hen. Thou sayest well; and it holds well too : for the fortune of us, that are the moon's men, doth ebb and flow like the sea; being governed, as the sea is, by the moon. As for proof now: a purse of gold most resolutely snatched on Monday night, and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning;

got with swearing--lay by; 1 and spent with crying -bring in : 2 now, in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder; and, by and by, in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows.

Fal. By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. And is not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?

P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance ? 3

Fal. How now, how now, mad wag? what, in thy quips and thy quiddities ? 4 What a plague have I to do with a buff jerkin?

P. Hen. Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern ?

Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many a time and oft.

P. Hen. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy


part ?

Fal. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there.

P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch ; and, where it would not, I have used my

credit. Fal. Yea, and so used it, that were it not here apparent that thou art heir apparent,-But, I pr’y.

1 Stand still.

% i. e. more wine. 3 Sheriffs' officers were formerly clothed in buff. * Tby launts and thy witticisms.

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