Re-enter the Hoftefs.

Hoft. O, my Lord, my Lord!

Fal. Heigh, heigh, the Devil rides upon a fiddle-ftick: what's the matter?

Hoft. The Sheriff and all the watch are at the door : they are come to fearch the house: fhall I let them in ?

Fal. Doft thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of gold a counterfeit thou art effentially mad, without feeming so. P. Henry. And thou a natural coward, without inftinct. Fal. I deny your major; if you will deny the Sheriff, fo; if not, let him enter. If I become not a cart as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up! I hope I shall as foon be strangled with a halter, as another.

P. Henry. Go hide thee behind the arras, the reft walk/ above. Now, my mafters, for a true face and good confcience.

Fal. Both which I have had ; but their date is out, and therefore I'll hide me. [Exeunt Falstaff, Bardolph, &c.

P. Henry. Call in the Sheriff.

SCENE XII. Enter Sheriff and the Carrier. P. Henry. Now, mafter Sheriff, what is your will with me?

Sher. Firft, pardon me, my Lord. A hue and cry Hath follow'd certain men unto this houfe.

P. Henry. What men?

Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious Lordy A grofs fat man.

Car. As fat as butter.

P. Henry. The man, I do affure you, is not here,
For I my felf at this time have imploy'd him

And, Sheriff, I engage my word to thee,
That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,
Send him to anfwer thee, or any man,
For any thing he thall be charg'd withal:
And fo let me intreat you leave the house.

Sher. I will, my Lord: there are two gentlemen

Have in this robbery loft three hundred marks.

P. l'enry, It may be fo; if he have robb'd these mer, He fhall be anfwerable;, and fo farewel

Sher. Good night, my goble Lord.

P. Henry,

P. Henry. I think it is good morrow, is it not?
Sher. Indeed, my Lord, I think it be two a clock.

[Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier. P. Henry. This oily rafcal is known as well as Paul's; go call him forth.

Peto.

Falstaff! faft asleep behind the arras, and fnorting like a horse.

P. Henry. Hark, how hard he fetches his breath: fearch his pockets. [He fearches his pockets, and finds certain papers. What haft thou found?

Peto. Nothing but papers, my Lord.

P. Henry. Let's fee, what be they? read them.
Peto. Item, a capon, 28, 2d.

Item, Sawce, 4d.

Item, Sack, two gallons, 5 s. 8 d.

Item, Anchoves and fack after fupper, 2 s. 6d.
Item, Bread, a halfpenny.

P. Henry. O monftrous! but one halfpenny-worth of bread to this intolerable deal of fack? What there is elfe, keep close, we'll read it at more advantage; there let him fleep 'till day. I'll to the Court in the morning: we must all to the wars, and thy place fhall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot, and I know his death will be a march of twelvefcore. The mony fhall be paid back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in the. morning; and fo good morrow, Peto.

Peto, Good-morrow, good my Lord.

[Exeunt.

ACT III. SCENE I.
The Arch-deacon of Bangor's House in Wales.
Enter Hot-fpur, Worcester, Lord Mortimer, and
Owen Glendower.

Mort.

T

Hefe promises are fair, the parties fure,
And our induction full of profperous hope,

Hot. Lord Mortimer, and coufin Glendorver,
Will you fit down?

And uncle Warcefter

I have forgot the map,

Glend. No, here it is;

A plague upon

it!

i, e. it will kill him to march fe far as twelvefcore yards.

Sit,

Sit, coufin Percy, fit, good coufin Hotspur:
For by that name, as oft as Lancaster

Doth speak of you, his cheeks look pale, and with
A rifing figh, he wifheth you in heav'n.

Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears
Owen Glendower spoke of.

Glend. I blame him not: at my nativity The front of heav'n was full of fiery fhapes, Of burning creffets; know that at my birth, The frame and the foundation of the earth, Shook like a coward.

Hot. So it would have done

At the fame season, if your mother's cat

Had kitten'd, though your felf had ne'er been born.
Glend. I fay the earth' did shake when I was born.
Hot. I fay the earth then was not of my mind;
If you fuppofe, as fearing you, it shook.

Glend. The heav'ns were all on fire, the earth did tremble Hot. O, then th' earth fhook to fee the heav'ns on fire, And not in fear of your nativity.

Difeafed nature oftentimes breaks forth

In ftrange eruptions; and the teeming earth

Is with a kind of cholick pinch'd and vext,

By the imprisoning of unruly wind

Within her womb; which for enlargement ftriving,
Shakes the old beldam earth, and topples down
High tow'rs and mofs-grown fteeples. At your birth,
Our grandam earth, with this diftemperature,
In paffion shook.

Glend, Coufin, of many men

I do not bear thefe croffings: give me leave
To tell you once again, that at my birth
The front of heav'n was full of fiery fhapes,
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were ftrangely clam'rous in the frighted fields:
Thefe figns have mark'd me extraordinary,
And all the courses of my life do fhew,
I am not in the roll of common men.
Where is he living, clipt in with the fea

That chides the banks of England, Wales, or Scotland,

Who

Who calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
And bring him out, that is but woman's fon,
Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,
Or hold me pace in deep experiments.

Hot. I think there is no man speaks better Welsh.
I'll to dinner

Mort. Peace, coufin Percy, you will make him mad. Glend. I can call fpirits from the vafty deep.

Hot. Why, fo can I, or fo can any man:

But will they come, when you do call for them?
Glend Why, I can teach thee to command the devil.
Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to fhame the devil,
By telling truth, Tell truth, and fhame the devil.
If thou have pow'r to raise him, bring him hither,
And I'll be fworn, I've pow'r to fhame him hence.
Oh, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.
Mort. Come, come !

No more of this unprofitable chat.

Glen. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head
Againft my pow'r; thrice from the banks of Wye,
And fandy-bottom'd Severn, have I fent

Him bootlefs home, and weather-beaten back.

Hot. Home, without boots, and in foul weather too! How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?

Glend. Come, here's the map: fhall we divide our right, According to our threefold order ta'en?

Mort. Th' Arch-deacon hath divided it already
Into three limits, very equally:

England, from Trent, and Severn hitherto,
By fouth and eaft, is to my part affign'd:
All weftward, Wales, beyond the Severn shore,
And all the fertile land within that bound,
To Owen Glendower; and, dear coz, to you
The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
And our indentures tripartite are drawn:
Which being fealed interchangeably,
(A business that this night may execute)
To-morrow, coufin Percy, you and I,
And my good Lord of Worcester, will fet forth,
To meet your father and the Scottish power,

As

As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
My father Glendower is not ready yet,

Nor fhall we need his help these fourteen days:
Within that space, you may have drawn together
Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen.
Glend. A fhorter time fhall fend me to you, Lords:
And in my conduct shall your Ladies come,

From whom you now must steal and take no leave;
For there will be a world of water shed,

Upon the parting of your wives and you.

Hot. Methinks my portion, north from Burton here,
In quantity equals not one of yours:

See, how this river comes me crankling in,
And cuts me, from the best of all my land
A huge half moon a monstrous cantle out.
I'll have the current in this place damn'd up:
And here the smug and filver Trent shall run
In a new channel, fair and evenly:

It shall not wind with fuch a deep indent,
To rob me of fo rich a bottom here.

Glend. Not wind? it fhall, it must, you fee it doth. Mort. But mark, he bears his courfe, and runs me up With like advantage on the other fide,

Gelding th' oppofed continent as much,

As on the other fide it takes from you.

Wor. Yes, but a little charge will trench him here, And on this north-fide win this cape of land,

Then he runs ftrait and even.

Hot. I'll have it fo, a little charge will do it.

Glend. I will not have it alter'd.

Hot. Will not you?

Glend. No, nor you fhall not.

Hot. Who fhall fay me nay?

Glend. Why, that will I.

Hot. Let me not understand you then, speak it in Welf. Glend. I can fpeak English, Lord, as well as you,

For I was train'd up in the English Court:

Where, being young, I framed to the harp

Many an English ditty, lovely well,

And"