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KING HENRY IV.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. SHAKSPEARE is supposed to have written this play in 1598. Its action comprehends a period of nine years, corn
mencing with Hotspur's death, 1403, and terininating with the coronation of Henry V. 1412-13. Many of th tragie scenes in this second portion of the history are forcible and pathetic ; but the comedy is of a much looser and more indecent character, than any in the preceding part. Shallow is an odd thougb pleasing por trait of a brainless magistrate ; and a character, it is to be feared, not peculiar to Glostershire only. In thu exhibiting his worship to the ridicule of an audience, Shakspeare amply revenged bimself on his old War wickshire prosecutor. On the character of Falstaff, as exhibited in the two plays, Dr. Johnson makes the following admirable remarks: “Falstaff ! unimitated, animitable Falstaff, how shall I describe thee; thou compound of sense and vice ; of sepse which may be admired, but not esteemed ; of vice which may be despised, but hardly detested. Falstaff is a character loaded with faults, and with those faults which naturally produce contempt. He is a thief and a glutton, a coward and a boaster ; always ready to cheat the weak, ana prey upon the poor ; to terrify the timorous, and insult the defenceless. At once obsequivus and malignant, he satirizes in their absence those whom he lives by flattering. He is familiar with the prince, only as an agent of vice; but of this familiarity he is so proud, as not only to be supercilious and haughty with common men, but to think his interest of importance to the Duke of Lancaster. Yet the map thus corrupt, thus despicable, makes himself necessary to the prince that despises him, by the most pleasing of all qualities, perpetual gaity; by an unfailing power of exciting laughter, which is the more freely indulged, as his wit is not of the splendid or ambitious kind, but consists in easy scapes and sallies of lenity, which make sport, buc raise no envy. It must be observed, that he is stained with no enormous or sanguinary crimes, so that his licentiousness is not so offensive but that it may be borne for his mirth."
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. KING HENRY THE FOURTH.
Travers and Morton, Domestics of Northum. HENRY, Prince of Wales, aft
berland, wards King Henry V.
FALSTAFF, BAR DOLPH, PISTOL, and Page. THOMAS, Duke of Clarence,
Poins and PETO, Attendants on Prince PRINCE JOHN of Lancaster, after-> his Sons.
Henry. wards Duke of Bedford;
SHALLOW and SILENCE, Country Justices. PRINCE HUMPHREY of Gloster,
DAVY, Servant to Shallow. afterwards Duke of Gloster,
MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, and EARL OF WARWICK,
| FANG and SNARE, Sheriff's Oficers. LAND,
RUMOUR.-A PORTER. GOWER,- HARCOURT,
A DANCER, Speaker of the Epilogue LORD CHIEF JUSTICE of the King's Bench. A GENTLEMAN attending on the Chief Justice. LADY NORTHUMBERLAND.-LADY PERCY, EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND,
Hostess QUICKLY.-DOLL TEAR-SHEET. SCROOP, Archbishop of York,
Enemies LORD MOWBRAY; LORD HASTINGS, to the Lords and other Attendants, Officers, SolLORD BAR DOLPH ; SIR JOHN COLB
diers, Messenger, Drawers, Beadles, VILE,
I, from the orient to the drooping west,
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold Warkuorth.-Before Northumberland's The acts commenced on this ball of earth : Castle.
Upon my tongues continnal slanders ride;
The wbich in every language I pronounce,
Under the smile of safety wounds the world : The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks ? And who but Rumour, who but only 1,
Make fearful musters and prepar'd defence; I North. Here comes my servant, Travers Whilst the big year, swoll'n with some other
whom I sent grief,
On Tuesday last to listen after news.
And he is furnish'd with no certainties,
North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come Can play upon it. But what need I thus
with you? My well kuown body to anatomize
Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me Among my household ? Why is Rumour here?
back I run before king Harry's victory;
With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,
Out-rode me. After him, came spurring hard, Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his A gentleman almost forspent with speed, troops,
That stopp'd by me to breathe bis bloodied Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
horse : Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him To speak so true at first? my office is
I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. To noise abroad, -that Harry Monmouth fell H e told me, that rebellion had bad luck, Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword; And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold ; Aud that the king before the Donglas' rage With that, he gave bis able horse the bead, Stoop'd his anointed bead as low as death. And. bending forward, struck his armed heels This have I rumour'd through the peasant Against the panting sides of his poor jade towns
Up to tbe rowel-head; and, starting so, Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
He seem'd in running to devour the way, And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, Staying no longer question. Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, North. Ha !--Again. Lies crafty-sick : the posts come tiring on, Said be, young Harry Percy's spur was cold 3 And not a man of them brings other item's of Hotspur, coldspur ? that rebellion Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumour's Had met ill-luck! tongues
1 Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what ;They bring smooth comforts false, worse than if my young lord your son have not the day, true wrongs.
[Erit. Upon mine honour, for a silken point.
l'il give my barony: never talk of it.
Give then such instances of loss!
Bard. Who, he ? SCENE 1.- The same.-The PORTER before
He was some hilding fellow, that had stol'n
The horse be rode on; and, upon my life, the Gate; Enter Lord BARDOLPH.
Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho?
news. Where is the earl ? Port. What shall I say you are ?
Enter MORTON. Bard. Tell thou the earl,
North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title That the lord Bardolph doth attend him bere.
leaf, Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the Fortells the nature of a tragic volume: orchard ;
So looks the strond, wheron the imperious flood Please it your bonour, knock but at the gate, Hath left a witness'd usurpation. And he himself will answer.
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrews.
bury? Enter NORTHUMBERLAND.
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord ; Bard. Here comes the earl.
Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, North. What news, lord Bardolph ? every To fright our party. minute now
North. How doth my son and brotber? Should be the father of some stratagem :
Thou tremblest ; and the wbiteness in thy cheek The times are wild; contention, like a horse Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, And bears down all before bim.
So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Bard. Noble earl,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. And would have told him, balf bis Troy was North. Good, an heaven will!
burn'd: Bard. As good as heart can wish :
But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, The king is almost wounded to the death ; And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. And, in the fortune of my lord your son,
This thou would'st say,--Your son did thus and Prince Harry slain outright ; and both the
Your brother, thus ; so fought the noble DougKill'd by tbe band of Douglas : young prince
Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds : And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fed the field ; | But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed, And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John, I Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, Is prisoner to your son : 0 such a day,
Ending with-brother, son, and all are dead. So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won,
Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: Came not, till now, to dignify the limes,
But, for any lord your son, Since Cæsar's fortunes !
North. Why, he is dead. North. How is this deriv'd ?
See, wbat a ready tongue suspicion hath ? Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury 1 He that bat fears the thing he would not Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came
know, from thence ;
Hath, by instinct, knowledge from other's eyes, A gentleman well bred, and of good naine, That what he fear'd is cbanced. Yet speak, That freely render'd me these news for true.
Tell thou thy earl, bis divination lies :
1 • Lace tagged + An attestation of its remaga. And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,
| The ragged'st bour that time and spite dare And make thee rich for doing me such wrong.
bring, Mor. You are too great to be by me gain- (To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland ! said :
Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain
band North. Yet, for all this, say not tbat Percy's Keep the wild flood confin'dI let order die ! dead.
And let this world no longer be a stage, I see a strange confession in thine eye :
To feed contention in a lingering act; Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear or sin, / But let one spirit of the first-born Cain To speak a trnth. If he be slain, say so : Reign in all bosoms, that each heart being set The tongue offends not, that reports his death : On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead; And darkness be the burier of the dead ! Not be, wbich says the dead is not alive.
Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
my lord. Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
your honour. Remember'd knolling a departing friend.
Mor. The lives of all your loving complices Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is Lean on your health; the which, if you give dead.
o'er Mor. I am sorry I should force you to be- To storiny passion, must perforce decay. lieve
|You cast the event of war, my noble lord, 'That, which I would to heaven I had not seen : And summ'd the account of chance, before you But these mine eyes saw bim in bloody state,
said, Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and out. Let us make bead. It was your presurmise, breath'd
That in the dole of blows your son might To Harry Monmouth : whose swift wrath beat
drop : down
You knew he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, The never-daunted Percy to the earth,
More likely to fall in, than to get o'er : From whence with life he never more sprunglou were advis'd, 015 Desh was capame up.
of wounds, and scars; and that his forward In few, + bis death (whose spirit lent a firs
spirits Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,)
Would lift him where most trade of danger Being bruited t once, took Gre and beat away
rang'd; From the best temper'd courage in his troops: Yet did you say,--Go forth; and none of this, For from his metal was his party steel'd;
Though strongly apprehended, could restrain Which once in him abated, all the rest
The stiff-borne action: What bath then beTurn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead.
fallen, And as the thing that's heavy in itsell,
Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth, Upon enforcement, dies with greatest speed ; More than that being wbich was like to be So did our men, beavy in Hotspur's loss,
Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, Lend to this weight such lightness with their knew that we ventar'd on such dangerous fear,
seas, That arrows feed not swifter toward their aim, That, if we wronght out life, 'twas ten to one: Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd Fly from the field : Then was that noble Wor- | Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd; cester
And, since we are o'erset, venture again. Too soon ta'en prisoner : and that furious Scot, Come, we will all put forth ; body and goods. The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring Mor. 'Tis more than time : And, my most sword
noble lord, Had three times slain the appearance of the I hear for certain, and do speak the truth,-king,
The gentle archbishop of York is up, 'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the With well-appointed powers; he is a man, shame
Who with a double surety binds his followers. of those that turn'd their backs; and, in his My lord your son had oniy but the corps, flight,
| But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight : Stumbling in fear, was took. The sam of all For that same word, rebellion, did divide Is, -that the king hath won; and bath sent out | The action of their bodies from their souls ; A speedy power to encounter you, my lord,
And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd, Under the conduct of young Lancaster,
As men drink potions ; that their weapons only And Westmoreland; this is the news at full. Seem'd on our side, but for their spirits and North. For this I shall have time enough to
This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, In poison there is physic; and these news,
As fish are in a pond : But now the bishop Having been well, that would have made me Turns insurrection to religion : sick,
Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts, Being sick, have in some measure made me well : He's follow'd both with body and with mind ; And as the wretch whose fever-weaken'd joints, And doth enlarge his rising with the blood Like strengthless binges, buckle under life, of fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret Impatient of bis fit, breaks like a fire
stones. Out of his keeper's arms ; even so my limbs, Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause ; Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land, grier,
Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke ; Are thrice themselves : hence therefore, thou And more, t and less, do flock to follow him. nice | crutch;
North. I knew of this before ; but to speak A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel,
truth, Must glove this hand : and hence, thou sickly | This present grief hath wip'd it from my mind. quoir,
Go in with me ; and counsel every man Thou art a guard too wanton for the head, The aptest way for safety and revenge : Wbich princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to Get posts, and letters, and make friends with bit.
speed; Now bind my brows with iron ; and approach Never so few, and never yet more need.
[Erewni. • Return of blows.
+ In few words.
to be worn in my cap, ..ith an agatel Altenwu sir did I say you were
in honest we go!
SCENE II.-London.-A Street.
Atten. He, my lord: but he hath since done
good service at Shrewsbury; and as I hear, is Enter Sir JOAN FALSTAFF, with his PAGE
now going with some charge to the lord John of bearing his Sword and Buckler.
Lancaster. Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor Ch. Just. What, to York? Call him back to my water ?
again. Page. He said, Sir, the water itself was a Attend. Sir John Falstaff ! good healthy water : but, for the party that Fal. Boy, tell him, I am dear. owed • it, he might have more diseases thau be Page. You must speak louder, my master is knew for
deaf. Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird) Ch. Just. I am sure he is, to the hearing or at me: The braiu of this foolish-compounded any thing good.-Go, pluck him by the elbow ; I clay, man, is not able to vent any thing that must speak with him. tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is in. vented on me: I am not only witty in myself. Fal. What ! a young knave, and beg! is but the cause that wit is in other men. 'I do there not wars? is there not employment 1 Doth here walk before thee, like a sow, that hath not the king lack subjects ? do not the rebels overwhelmed all her litter but one. If the
need soldiers? Though it be a shame to be on prince put thee into my service for any other any side but one, it is worse shame to beg reason than to set me off, why then I have no than to be on the worst side, were it worse judgment. Thou whoreson mandrake, + thou than the name of rebellion can tell how to art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to wait at
make it. my heels. I was never manned with an agate 1
Atten. You mistake me, Sir. till now : but I will set you neither in gold nor Fal. Why, Sir, did I say you were an honest silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back man? setting my knighthood and my soldieragain to your master, for a jewel ; the juvenal. ship aside, I had lied in my throat if I had the prince your master, whose chin is not vet | said so. Nedged. I will sooner have a beard grow in the Atten. I pray you, Sir, then set your knightpalm of my hand, than he shall get one on his houd and your soldiersbip aside ; and give me cheek : and yet be will not stick to say, his face leave to tell you, you lie in your throat, if you is a face-royal : God may finish it when he will. I say I am any other than an honest man. it is not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so ! I lay as a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn six
I aside that which grows to me! If thou get'st
aside that which grows to me! pence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as any leave of
any leave of me, bang me: if thou takest leave, if he bad writ man ever since his father was a tou wert bette
1 tbon wert better be banged : You hunt-counter, bachelor. He may keep bis own grace, but he der is almost out of mine. I can assure bim.
Alten. Sir, my lord would speak with you, What said master Dumbleton about the satin for
Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. my short cloak and slops ?
Fal. My good lord I-God give your lordship Page. He said, Sir, you should procure bim good time of day, I am glad to see your lord. better assurance than Bardolph: he would not op
sbip abroad: I heard say, your lordship was take bis bond and your's; he liked not the se
sick ; I hope your lordsbip goes abroad by advice, curity.
Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, Fal. Let him be damned like a glutton! may
hath yet some smack of age in you, some relish his tongue be botter !--A whoreson Achitophel !
of the saltness of time ; and I most humbly bea rascally yea-forsooth knave! to bear a genseech your lordsbip, to have a reverend care of tleman in band, and then stand upon security !
your health. -The whoreson smooth-pates do now wear
Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys
expedition to Shrewsbury. at their girdles; and if a man is thorough s with Fa:. Ant please your lordship, I hear his them in honest taking up, then they must stand
majesty is returned with some discomfort from -upon security. I had as lief they would put W2
Wales. • ratsbane in my mouth, as offer to stop it with Ch. Just. I talk not' of his majesty You security. I looked he should have sent me
would not come when I sent for you. two and twenty yards of satin, as I am a true
Fal. And I bear moreover, his highness is knight, and be sends me security. Well, he
fallen into this same whoreson apoplexy. may sleep in security ; for be bath the born of
Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him ! I pray, abundance, and the lightness of bis wife shines
let me speak with you. through it and yet cannot be see, though he
Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of have his own lantern to light bim.-_Where's lethargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of Bardolph?
sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling. Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your
Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as worsbip a horse.
it is. Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy
Fal. It bath its original from much grief : me a horse in Smithfield : an I could get me
from study, and perturbation of the brain : - 1 but a wife in the stews, I were manned, horsed,
have read the cause of his effects in Galen ; it and wived ?
is a kind of deafness.
Ch. Just. I think, you are fallen into the Enter the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE I and an disease ; for you hear not what I say to you. ATTENDANT.
Fal. Very well, my lord, very well : rather, Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that an't please you, it is the disease of not listening, committed the prince for striking him about
the malady of not marking, that I am troubled Bardolph.
withal. Fal. Wait close, I will not see him.
Ch. Just. To pupish you by the heels, would Ch. Just. What's he that goes there?
amend the attention of your ears; and I care Alten. Falstaff, an't please your lordship.
not, if I do become your physician. Ch. Just. He that was in question for the
I Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not robbery 1
So patient; your lordship may minister the
potion of imprisonment to me, in respect of • Owned. 1 A root supposed to have the shape poverty ; but how I should be your patient to of a man.
1 A little figure cut ia an agare. follow your prescriptions, the wise may make in their debt.
1 Alluding to an old pro- some dram of a scruple, or, verb: Who goes to Westminster for a wife, to St. litsell
indeed, a scruple Panl's for a man, and to Smithfield for 1 horse, may meet with a whore, akneve, and jade.
Sur Williarn Gascoigne, Chief Justice of the King's Bench.
Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were | John of Lanca matters against you for your life, to come speak the earl of Northumberland. with me.
Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for Fal. As I was then advised by my learned it. But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady counsel in the laws of this land-service, I did peace at home, that our armies join not in a hot not come.
day! for, by the Lord I take but two shirts out Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, Sir John, you with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinalive in great infamy."
rily : if it be a bot day, an I brandish any thing but Fal. He that buckles him in my belt, can- my bottle, I would I might never spit white again. not live in less.
There is not a dangerous action can peep out his Ch. Just. Your means are very slender, and bead, but I am thrust upon it: Well, I cannot your waste is great.
last ever : But it was always yet the trick of Fal. I would it were otherwise ; I would my our English nation, if they have a good thing, means were greater, and my waist slenderer. to make it too common. If you will needs say,
Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful I am an old man, you should give me rest. I prince.
would to God, my name were not so terrible to Fal. The young prince bath misled me: I the enemy as it is. I were better to be eaten am the fellow with the great belly, and he my to death with rust, than to be scoured to nothing dog.
with perpetual motion. Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gail a new Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; And healed wound; your day's service at Shrews. God bless your expedition ! bury hath a little gilded over your night's ex- Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thonsand ploit on Gads-bill: you may thank the unquiet pound, to furnish me forth? time for your quiet o'er-posting that action. Ch, Just. Not a penny, not a penny ; you are Fal. My lord ?
too impatient to bear crosses, Fare you well : Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so : Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland, wake not a sleeping wolf.
Exeunt CHIEF JUSTICE and ATTENDANT. ful. To wake a wolf, is as bad as to smell a Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man fox.
beetle. --A man can no more separate age and C'h. Jrest. What you are as a candle, the bet-covetousness, than he can part young limbs and ter part burnt out.
lecbery : but the gout galls the one, and the pux fal. A wassel candle, my lord; all tallow: piuches the other; and so both the degrees pre. if I did say of wax, iny growth would approve vent + my curses.-Boy !-the truth.
Page. Sir ? Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your Fal. What money is in my purse ? face, but should have his effect of gravity.
Page. Seven groats and twopence. Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.
Fal. I can get no remedy against this conCh. Just. You follow the young prince up somption of the purse : borrowing only lingers and down, like bis ill angel.
and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable. Fal. Not so, my lord; your ill angel is -Go, bear this letter to my lord of Lancaster : light; but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will tbis to the prince ; this to the earl of Westmoretake me without weighing: and yet, in some land; and this to old mistress Ursula, whom 1 respects, I grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell : have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived the Virtue is of so little regard in these costermon-orst white bair on my chin : About it ; yon know ger times, that true valour is turned bear-herd: where to find me. (Erit PAGE.) A pox of Pregnancy is made a tapster, and bath bis this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for the one quick wit wasted in giving reckonings : all the or the other plays the rogue with my great toe. other gifts appertinent to man, as the malice of It is no matter, if I do halt; I have the wars this age shapes them, are not worth a goose for my colour, and my pension shall seem the berry, You, that are old, consider not the ca- more reasonable : A good wit will make use of pacities of us that are young : you measure the auy thing; I will turn diseases to commodity. heat of our livers with the bitterness of your
(Érit. galls : and we that are in the vaward of our youth, I must confess, are ways too.
SCENE III.-York.-A Room in the Arch. Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in
bishop's Paluce. the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age ? Have you not a
Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, the Lords inoist eye? a dry hand ? a yellow cheek? a
HASTINGS, MOWBRAY, and BAR DOLPH. white beard ? a decreasing leg? an increasing Arch. Thus have you beard our cause, and belly ? Is not your voice broken ? your wind
known our means ; sbort? your chin double 1 your wit single ? and And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, every part about you blasted with antiquity ? and Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes : will you yet call yourself young? Fie, tie, fie, And first, lord marshal, what say you to it! Sir Jobu!
Moub. I well allow the occasion of our arms; Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the But gladly would be better satisfied, clock in the afternoon, with a wbite head, and How, in our means, we should advance nur something a round belly. For my voice,-1 have
selves lost it with hollaing, and singing of anthems. To look with forehead bold and big enough To approve my youth further, I will not: the Upon the power and puissance of the king. truth is, I am only old in judgment and under-1 Hast. Our present musters grow upon the standing; and be that will caper with me for 2
file thousand marks, let him lend me the money, To five and twenty thousand men of choice ; and have at him. For the box o'the ear that And our supplies live largely in the hope the prince gave you he gave it like a rude of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. With an incensed fire of injuries. have checked bim for it ; and the young lion re 1 Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, pents : marry, not in ashes and sackcloth ; but
standeth thus : in new silk and old sack.
Whether our present five and twenty thou. Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a
sand better companion !
| May hold up head withont Northumberland. Fal. Heaven send the companion a better 1 Hast. With bim, we ipay. prince ! I cannot rid my hands of him.
(h. Just. Well, the king hath severed you and! • A inrge wooden hammer so heavy as to require Prince Harry: I hear you are going with lord three men io wield it.