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Fal. No abuse, Ned, in the world; honest Ned, none. I disprais’d him before the wicked, that the wicked might not fall in love with him) :-in which doing, I have done the part of a careful friend, and a true subject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it. No abuse, Hal ;none, Ned, none ;- no, boys, none.

P. Henry. See now, whether pure fear, and entire cowardice, doth not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to clofe with us? Is she of the wicked ? Is thine hostess here of the wicked? Or is the boy of the wicked ? or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his nose, of che wicked?

Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, answer.

Fal. The fiend hath prick'd down Bardolph irrecoverable; and his face is Lucifer's privy-kitchen, where he doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For the boy, There is a good angel about him; but the devil out-bids him too.

P. Henry. For the women,

Fal. For one of them,- she is in hell already, and burns, poor soul! For the other, I owe her money; and whether she be damn’d for that, I know not.

Host. No, I warrant you.

Fal. No, I think thou art not; I think, thou art quit. for that: Marry, there is another indictment upon thee, for suffering felh to be eaten in thy house, contrary to the law; for the which, I think, thou wilt howl.

Hoft. All victuallers do fo: What's a joint of mutton or two, in a whole Lent?

P. Henry. You, gentlewoman,
Dol. What says your grace ?
Fal. His grace says that which his felh rebels againit.

Hoft. Who knocks so loud at door ? look to the door there, Francis. c mal-worms. ]-drunkards.


Enter Peto.

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P. Henry. Pero, how now? what news ?

Peto. The king your father is at Westminster;
And there are twenty weak and wearied posts,
Come from the north : and, as I came along,
I met, and overtook, a dozen captains,
Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns,
And asking every one for fir John Falstaff.

P. Henry. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame,
So idly to profane the precious time;
When tempeft of commotion, like the south
Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt,
And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.
Give me my sword, and cloak :-Falstaff, good night.

[Exeunt Prince and Poins. Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence, and leave it unpick'd. More knocking ing at the door ?-How now? what's the matter?

Bard. You must away to court, sir, presently; a dozen captains stay at door for you.

Fal. Pay the musicians, firrah [To the Page.)-Farewell, hostess ; — farewell, Doll.--You see, my good wenches, how men of merit are sought after : the undeferver may sleep, when the man of action is callid on. Farewell, good wenches :- If I be not sent away post, I will see you again ere I go.

Dol. I cannot speak;~If my heart be not ready to burst: -Well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself. Fal. Farewell, farewell.

[Exeunt Fal, and Bard. Host. Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these twenty-nine years, come pescod-time; but an honester, truer-hearted man,-Well, fare thee well.


Bard. [within) Mistress Tear-sheet,
Hoft. What's the matter?
Bard. Bid mistress Tear-sheet come to my master.
Hoft. O run, Doll, run, run, good Doll.




The Palace.

Enter King Henry in bis night-gown, with a Page. K. Henry. Go, call the earls of Surrey and of Warwick; But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters, And well consider of them: Make good speed.

[Exit Page. How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour ascep !-O Neep, O gentle seep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Neep, ly'st thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy Number ; Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the conopies of costly state, And lulld with sounds of sweetest melody? O thou dull god, why ly'st thou with the vile; In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch, • A watch-case, or a common larum bell? Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast

a watcb-case, or a common larum bell?]-as vigilant as a watchman, or centinel, VOL. III.



Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains
In cradle of the rude imperious surge ;
And in the visitation of the winds,
Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them
With deafʼning clamours in the Nippery clouds,
That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Can'st thou, O partial Deep! give thy repose
To the wet sea-boy, in an hour so rude ;
And, in the calmest and most stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down!
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Enter Warwick, and Surrey.
War. Many good morrows to your majesty!
K. Henry. Is it good morrow, lords?
War. 'Tis one o'clock, and past.
K. Henry. Why, then, good morrow to you. Well,

my lords,

Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you ?

War. We have, my liege.

K. Henry. Then you perceive, the body of our kingdom
How foul it is ; what rank diseases grow,
And with what danger, near the heart of it.

War. It is but as a body, yet, - distemper'd ;
Which to its former strength may be restor’d,
With good advice, and little medicine :
My lord Northumberland will soon be coold.

K. Henry. O heaven! that one might read the book of


And see the revolution of the times

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# That, with the hurly, ) In such fort, that with the fumult.
& and the fillef.
diftemper'd; ]-recently infected, or not perfectly recovered.


Make mountains level, and the continent
(Weary of solid firmness) mele itself
Into the sea! and, other times, to see
The beachy girdle of the ocean
Too wide for Neptune's hips ; how chances mock,
And changes fill the cup of alteration
With divers liquors ! O, if this were seen,
The happiest youth,-viewing his progress through,
What perils paít, what crosses to ensue,
Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
'Tis not ten years gone,
Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends,
Did feast together, and, in two years after,
Were they at wars : It is but eight years, since
This Percy was the man nearest my soul ;
Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs,
And laid his love and life under my foot ;
Yea, for my fake, even to the eyes of Richard,
Gave him defiance. But which of you was by,
(You, 'cousin Nevil, as I may remember) [To Warwick.
When Richard, with his


brim-full of tears,
Then check'd and rated by Northumberland,
Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy ?
Northumberland, thou ladder, by the which
My cousin Boling broke ascends my throne ;-
Though then, heaven knows, * I had no such intent ;
But that necessity fo bow'd the state,
That I and greatness were compellid to kiss :-

Iconfin Nevil,]-Shakspeare is mifaken both in the name of the present Earl, and his being by, at the conversation referred to. The name of this Earl was Beauchamp, whose daughter, with whom the title descended, was married long after to Richard Nevil Earl of Salifoury.

á I had no such intent;]Henry had put in his claim, and been fao luted king by his party, before this interview. Ss 2


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