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alone ; I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure,. that he shall go.

Fal. Well, may'st thou have the spirit of persuasion, and he the ears of profiting! that what thou speak’ft may move, and what he hears may be believ'd ; that the true Prince may, for recreation lake, prove a false thief ; for. the poor abuses of the time want countenance. Farewel, you shall find me in East-cheap.

P. Henry. Farewel, thou latter fpring! Farewel, allhallown summer!

[Exit Fal. Poinş. Now, my good sweet hony Lord, ride with us tomorrow. I have a jest to execute, that I cannot manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Pero, and Gads-bill, shall sob those men that we have already way-laid ; your self and I will not be there ; and when they have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cụt this head from my shoulders, P. Henry. But how shall

. we part with them in setting forth?

Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at our pleasure to fail ; and then will they adventure upon the exploit themselves, which they shall have no sooner atchiev’d, but we'll set upon them.

P. Henry. Ay, but 'tis like that they will know us by our horses, by our habits, and by every other appointment, to be our selves.

Poins, Tut, our horses they shall not see, I'll tye them in the wood ; our vizards we will change after we leave them; and, firrah, I have cases of puckram for the nonce, to immask our noted outward garments. ... P. Henry. But I doubt they will be too hard for us.

Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be aş true-bred cowards as ever tụrn'd back; and for the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll forfwear arms. The virtue of this jeft will be, the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will tell ys when we meet at fupper ; how thirty at least he fought with, what wards, what blows, what extremities he endured ; and in the reproof of this, lyes the jeft:

P. Henry. Well, I'll go with thee ; provide us all things

ne.

nocessary, and meet me to-morrow night in Eaß-cbeap, there I'll sup: Farewel! Poins. Farewel, my Lord !

[Exit Poins.
P. ifenry. I know you all, and will a while uphold
The onyok'd humour of your idleness ;
Yet herein will I imitate the fun,
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world ;
That when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted, he may be more wondred at,
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists

:
Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work ;
But when they seldom come, they wishe-for come,
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
So when this loose behaviour I throw off,
And
pay

the debt I never promised;
By how much better than my word I am,
By so much shall I fallifie men's hopes ;
And, like bright metal on a fullen ground,
My reformation glittering o'er my fault
Shall fhew more goodly, and attract more eyes,
Than that which hath no foil to set it off,

I'll so offend, to make offence a skill,
Redeeming time, when men think least I will. [Exit.

SCENE IV. An Apartment in the Palacc. Enter King Henry, Northumberland, Worcester, Hot-fpur,

Sir Walter Blunt, and others. K. Henry. My blood hath been too cold and temperate, Unapt to ftir at these indignities ; And you have found me; for accordingly You tread upon my patience : but be sure, I will from henceforth rather be

my

self,
Mighty and to be fear'd in my condition,
Which hath been smooth as oyl, fofc as young down,
And therefore loft that title of respect,
Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud.

Wor, Our house, my sovereign Liege, little deserves
The scourge of greatneis to be used on it,
Val, V,

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And that same greatness too, which our own hands
Have help'd to make so portly.

North. My good Lord

K. Henry. Hence, Worcester, get thee gone; for I do fee Danger and disobedience in thine eye. O Sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory, And Majesiy might never yet endure The moody frontier of a fervant brow. You have good leave to leave us. When we need Your use and counsel, we shall send for you. [Exit Wor. You were about to speak.

[To North.
North. Yes, my good Lord.
Those prisoners in your Highness' name demanded,
Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
Were, as he says, not with such Strength deny'd
As was deliver'd to your Majesty.
Or envy therefore, or misprision,
Is guilty of this fault, and not my fon.

Hot. My Liege, I did'deny no prisoners.
But I remember, when the fight was done,
When I was dry with rage, and extream toil,
Breathless, and faint, leaning upon my sword;
Came there a certain Lord, neat, trimly dress’ds
Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new-reap'd
Shew'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
He was perfumed like a milliner,
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb, he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
He gave his nose: * and still he smild and talk'd;
And as the soldiers bare dead bodies by,
He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a Novenly, unhandsome coarse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
With many holiday, and lady terms
He queftion'd me : among the reft, demanded
My prisoners, in your Majesty's behalf.
I, then all-smarting with my wounds being cold,

nose, and took't away again ;
Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
Took it in snuff. . And itill be smal'a, &io- .

TO

To be so pefter’d with a popinjay,
Out of my grief and my impatience,
Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what ;
He should or thould not ; for he made me mad,
To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,
And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman,
Of guns, and drums, and wounds ; (God save the mark !)
And telling me,

the sovereign't thing on earth
Was Parmacity, for an inward bruise ;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
This villainous falt-petre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good, tall fellow had destroy'd
So cowardly : And but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.
This bald, unjointed chat of his, my Lord,
I answer’d indirectly, as I said ;
And I beseech you, let not this report
Come currant for an accusation,
Betwixt my love and your high Majesty.

Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my Lord,
Whatever Harry Percy then had said,
To such a person, and in such a place,
At such a time, with all the rest retold,
May reasonably die' and never rise
To do him wrong, or any way impeach
What then he said, fo he unsay it now.

K. Henry. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners,
But with proviso and exception,
That we at our own charge shall ransom ftrait
His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer,
Who, on my foul, hath wilfully betray'd
The lives of those, that he did lead to fight.
Against the great magician, damn'd Glendower ;
Whose daughter, as we hear, the Earl of Marcha
Hath lately marry'd. Shall our coffers then
Be emptyd, to redeem a traitor home?
Shall we buy treason ? and * indent with foes,

* Indent, for article, bargain,

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When

When they have lost and forfeited themselves ?
No; on the barren mountains let him starve ;
For I shall never hold that man my friend,
Whose tongue fhall ask me for one penny coft
To ransom home revolted Mortimer.

Hot. Revolted Mortimer ?
He never did fall off, my fovereign Liege,
But bore the chance of war; to prove that true,
Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds
Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took,
When on the gentle Severn's fedgie bank,
In fingle opposition hand to hand,
He did confound the best part of an hour
In changing hardiment with great Glendower :
Three times they breath'd, and three times did they drink,
Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;
Who then atfrighted with their bloody looks,
Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,
And hid his crisp'd head in the hollow bank,
Blood-itained with thefe valiant combatants.
Never did base and rotten policy
Colour her working with such deadly wounds.;
Nor ever could the noble Mortimer
Receive so many, and all'willingly.
Then let him not be Nander'd with revolt.

K. Henry. Thou doft belie him, Percy, thou belieft him; He never did encounter with Glendower He durft as well have met the devil alone, As Owen Glendower for an enemy. Art not asham'd? but from this hour, Sir, Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer. Send me your prisoners with the speedieft means, Or you shall hear in such a kind from me As will displeafe you. Lord Nortbumberland, We licence your departure with your fon. Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it.

[Exit K. Henry Hor. And if the devil come and roar for them, I will not send them. I will after ftrait, And tell him fo; for I will ease my heart,

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