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The beaten Douglas ; and the earls
OF Achol, Murray, Angus, and Menteith.
And is not this an honourable spoil ?
A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not?

Weft. 'Faich, 'tis a conquest for a prince to boast of.
K. Henry. Yea, "there thou mak'st me fad, and mak'lt

me sin

In envy that my lord Northumberland
Should be the father of so bleft a fon :
A son, who is the theme of honour's tongue ;
Amongst a grove, the very straitest plant ;

,
Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride :
Whilft I, by looking on the praise of him,
See riot and dishonour stain the brow
Of my young Harry. O, that it could be prov'd,
That some night-tripping fairy had exchang'd
In cradle-cloths 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's
Of this young Percy's pride ? the prisoners,
Which he in this adventure hath surpriz'd,
To his own use he keeps ; and sends me word,
I shall have none buc Mordake earl of Fife.

Weft. This is his uncle's teaching, this is Worcester, Malevolent to you in all aspects; Which makes him 'prune himself, and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity.

K. Henry. But I have sent for him to answer this ; And, for this cause, a while we must neglect Our holy purpose to Jerusalem. prune bimself,]-pick and sleek his feathers; put on a fair outside.

or spend a minute's time " In pruning me!" Love's LABOUR Lost, Vol. I. p. 582. Biroz.

Cousin,

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.

Weft. I will, my liege.

(Exeunt.

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An Apartment belonging to the Prince.
Enter Henry, Prince of Wales, and Sir John Falstaff.
Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad ?

P. Henry. Thou art fo fat-witted, with drinking of old fack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and Neeping upon benches after-noon, that thou hast forgotten co demand that "truly which thou would'st truly know. What a devil haft thou to do with the time of the day? unless nours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leapinghouses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in fame-colour'd taffata ; I see no reason, why thou should'It be so fuperfluous 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, thai wand'ring knight fo fair. And, I pray thee, sweet wag, when thou art king,—as, God save thy grace, (majetty, I should say , for grace thou wilt have none.)

P. Henry. What! none?

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

cut of anger can be ultered.)-can issue from my mind, whilft thus ipcensed at Perry's conduct.

* truly]-with propriety.

P. Ilenry.

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moon.

P. Henry. Well, how then ? come, roundly, roundiy.

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

P. Henry. Thou say'st 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 govern'd as the sea is, by the

As, for proof, now : A purse of gold most resolutely snatch'd on Monday night, and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with swearing Play by; and spent with crying-— bring in : 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 say’ít true, lad. And is not my hostess of the cavern a most sweet wench?

P. Henry. As the honey of Hybla, 'my old lad of the castle. And is not a 'buff jerkin a moft sweet robe of durance ?

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

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

o be call'd thieves of the day's beauty ;)—be ftigmatiz'd as robbers in the open day.-be day's Louty. Play by :]-and still, ftop.

9 bring in :)-more wine.

'my old lad of the calile.)-Sir John Oldcafile, a character somewhat similar to this of Falsaf, in the old play of Henry V. is here very probably alluded to.-old lad of Castile.

buf jerkin)-the dress of a bailiff, or Theritf's officer, ' in tby quips, and I by quidvities?)-in thy fatirical vein.

Fal.

Fal. Well, thou hast call'd her to a reckoning, many a time and oft.

P. Henry. Did I ever call thee to pay thy part?

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

P. Henry. Yea, and elsewhere, fo far as my coin would Atretch; and, where it would not, I have us'd my credit.

Fal. Yea, and so us’d it, thai, were it not here apparent that thou art heir apparent,-But, I proythee, sweet wag, shall there be gallows ftanding in England when thou art king ? and resolution thus fobb’d as it is, with the rusty curb of old father antick the law? Do not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief.

P. Henry. No; thou shalt.

Fal. Shal} I? O rare ! By the Lord, I'll be a brave judge.

P. Henry. Thou judgest false already : I mean, thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and fo become a sare hangman.

Fel. Well, Hal, well ; and in fome fort it jumps with my humour, as well as waiting in the court, I can tell you.

P. Henry. For obtaining of 'suits ?

Fal. Yea, for obtaining of 'fuits ; whereof the hangman hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as melancholy as "a gib cat, or a lugg'd bear. .

P. Henry. Or an old lion; or a lover's lute.
Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe.

P. Henry. What say'st thou to * a hare, or the melancholy of Moor-ditch ?

fairs?!-(Pun petitions, and faits of chonths.

a gib cat, ]—a ram cat, just return'd from his nightly excurfions. -a gelt one.

a bare, or the melancholy of Moor-ditch ?]--fitting folitary on her forin ; Moarfield's was a part of London formerly but little frequented.

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Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury similies; and art, indeed, the most comparative, rascallieft,-sweet young prince,-But, Hal, I pr’ythee, trouble me no more with vanity. I would to God, thou and I knew where a com- : modity of good names were to be bought : An old lord of the council rated me the other day in the street about you, fir; but I mark'd him not : and yet he talk'd very wisely; but I regarded him not : and yet he talk'd wisely, and in the street too.

P. Henry. Thou did'st well; for wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.

Fal. O, thou hast damnable ? iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me, Hal,-God forgive thee for it! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give it over ; by the lord, an I do not, I am a villain ; I'll be damn'd for never a king's son in Christendom. P. Henry. Where shall we take a purse to

morrow, Jack? Fal. Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one ; an I do not, call me villain, ? and baffle me.

P. Henry. I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying, to purse-taking.

Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. Poins !-Now shall we know, if Gadshill have set ba match. O, if men were to be sav'd by merit, what hole in hell were hot enough for him ?

y comparative, full of comparisons.
z iteration;]-knack at repeating texts of scripture.
a and bafle me. )--and treat me with the utmost ignominy.

a match.)-made any appointment, formed any scheme for the high way; jel 4 watch-kept a good look out.

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