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idle times as thou may's, and so farewell. Thine, by yea and no, (which is as much as to say, as thou useft bim) Jack Falsaf, with my familiars ; John, with my brotbers and fifters; and for Jobn, with all Europe. My lord, I will steep this letter in fack, and make him eat it.

P. Henry. That's to make him eat twenty of his words. But do you use me thus, Ned? must I marry your sister?

Poins. May the wench have no worse fortune! but I never said fo.

P. Henry. Well, thus we play the fool with the time ; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds, and mock us. -Is your master here in London?

Bard. Yes, my lord.

P. Henry. Where sups he? doth the old boar feed in the old frank?

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Bard. At the old place, my lord ; in East-cheap.
P. Henry. What company?
Page. *Ephesians, my lord; of the old church.
P. Henry. Sup any women with him ?

Page. None, my lord, but old mistress Quickly, and mistress Doll Tear-sheet.

P. Henry. What 'pagan may that be?
Page. A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kinswoman of

my master's.

P. Henry. Even such kin, as the parish heifers are to the town bull. --Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper?

Poins. I am your shadow, my lord; I'll follow you.

P. Henry. Sirrah, you boy,--and Bardolph ;-no word to your master, that I am yet come to town: There's for

your filence.

Bard. I have no tongue, sir.
Page. And for mine, sir, I will govern it.
frank?]-fty. Epbefans)-topers.

f pagan]—Atrumpet.

P. Henry,

P. Henry. Fare ye well; go.-This Doll Tear-sheet should be some road.

Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way between saint Alban's and London.

P. Henry. How might we see Falstaff bestow himself tonight in his true colours, and not ourselves be seen?

Poins. Put on two leather jerkins, and aprons, and wait upon him at his table as drawers.

P. Henry. From a god to a bull ? 8 a heavy descension! it was Jove's case. From a prince to a prentice? a low transformation! that shall be mine : for, in every thing, the purpose must weigh with the folly. Follow me, Ned.

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Enter Northumberland, Lady Northumberland, and Lady

Percy. North. I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle daughter, Give even way unto my rough affairs : Put not you on the visage of the times, And be, like them, to Percy troublesome,

L. North. I have given over, I will speak no more: Do what you will ; your wisdom be your guide.

North. Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn ;
And, but my going, nothing can redeem it.
L. Percy. Oh, yet, for heaven's fake, go not to these

wars!
The time was, father, that you broke your word,
When you were more endear'd to it than now;
When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry,

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Threw many a northward look to see his father
Bring up

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powers ; but he did - long in vain. Who then persuaded you to stay at home ? There were two honours loft ; yours, and your fon's. For yours,—may heavenly glory brighten it! For his,-it stuck upon him, as the sun In the

grey

vault of heaven : and, by his light, Did all the chivalry of England move To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. He had no legs, that practis'd not his gait: And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish, Became the accents of the valiant ; For those that could speak low, and tardily, Would turn their own perfection to abuse, To seem like him : So that, in speech, in gait, In diet, in affections of delight, In military rules, humours of blood, He was the mark and glass, copy and book, That fashion'd others. And him,- wondrous him! O miracle of men !-him did you leave, (Second to none, unseconded by you) To look upon the hideous god of war In disadvantage ; to abide a field, Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name Did seem 'defensible :- 1o you left him: Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong, To hold your honour more precise and nice With others, than with him ; let them alone; The marshal, and the archbishop, are strong: Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers, To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck, Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave. i defenfible:]-capable of furnishing Atrength.

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h look,

North. Befhrew your heart,
Fair daughter ! you do draw my spirits from me,
With new lamenting ancient oversights.
But I must go, and meet with danger there ;
Or it will seek me in another place,
And find me worse provided.

L. Nortb. O, fly to Scotland,
'Till that the nobles, and the armed commons,
Have of their puissance made a little taste.

L. Percy. If they get ground and vantage of the king, Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, To make strength stronger ; but, for all our loves, First let them try themselves : So did your fon; He was so suffer'd; so came I a widow ; And never shall have length of life enough, To rain upon * remembrance with mine eyes, That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven, For recordation to my noble husband.

North. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my mind, As with the tide swell’d up unto its height, That makes a still-stand, running neither way. Fain would I go to meet the archbishop, But many thousand reasons hold me back :I will resolve for Scotland; there am I, 'Till time and vantage crave my company. [Exeunt.

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The Boar's-head Tavern in East-cheap.

Enter two Drawers. 1 Draw. What the devil haft thou brought there? appleJohns? thou know'st, fir. John cannot endure an appleJohn. * remembrance)-the rosemary tree: Rr 2

2 Draw,

2 Draw. Mass, thou say'st true: The prince once set a dish of apple-Johns before him, and told him, there were five more sir Johns : and, putting off his hat, said, I will now take my leave of these fix dry, round, old, witber'd knights. It anger'd him to the heart; but he hath forgot that.

i Draw. Why then, cover, and set them down : And see if thou can'st find out 'Sneak's noise; mistress Tearsheet would fain hear some music. Dispatch :-The room where they supp'd, is too hot; they'll come in straight.

2 Draw. Sirrah, here will be the prince, and master Poins anon : and they will put on two of our jerkins, and aprons; and fir John must not know of it: Bardolph hath brought word.

1 Draw. Then here will be old utis: It will be an excellent stratagem.

2 Draw. I'll see, if I can find out Sneak. [Exit.

Enter Hostess and Doll Tear-sheet.

Hoft. Sweet heart, methinks now you are in an excel. lent good temperality: your pulsidge beats as extraordi. narily as heart would desire ; and your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose: But, i'faith, you have drank too much canaries; and that's a marvellous searching wine, and it perfumes the blood ere we can fay, -What's this? How do you now?

Dol. Better than I was. Hem.

Hoft. Why, that was well said ; A good heart's worth gold. Look, here comes fir John.

i Sneak's noise ;]~band of street musicians.
mold utis:)-rare, feftive doings-from buit, an octave.

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