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Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
West. This, match'd with other, did, my gracious
For more uneven and unwelcome news
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 ;
West. In faith,
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,
K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this;
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.
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
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.