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P. Henry. Else he had been damn'd for cozening the devil.

Poins. But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by four o'clock, early at Gads-hill; there are pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders riding to London with fat purses. I have visors for you all; you have horses for yourselves : Gads-hill lies to-night in Rochester, I have bespoke supper tomorrow night in East-cheap; we may do it, as fecure as sleep: if you will go, I will stuff your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry at home and be hang'd.

Fal. Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home, and go not, I'll hang you for going.

Poins. You will, chops ?
Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one ?
P. Henry. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith.

Fal. There is neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee, nor thou cam'ft not of the blood royal, if thou dar'st not cry, stand, for ten shillings.

P. Henry. Well then, once in my days I'll be a mad-cap.

Fal. Why, that's well said.
P. Henry. Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home.

Fal. By the lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou art King.

P. Henry. I care not.

Poins. Sir John, I pr'ythee, leave the Prince and me alone; I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure, that he shall go.

Fal. Well, may'st thou have the spirit of persuafion, and he the ears of profiting, that what thou speak’It may move, and what he hears may be believ’d; that the true Prince may (for recreation-fake,) prove a false thief; for the poor abufes of the time want countenance. Farewel, you shall and me in Easi-cheal

P. Henry. Farewel, thou latter spring! Farewel, allballown summer!

[Exit Fal. Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with

us

us to-morrow. I have a jest to execute that I cannot manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto, and Gads-hill, shall rob those men that we have already way-laid; yourself and I will not be there ; and when they have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head from

my

shoulders. P. Henry. But how shall we part with them in setting forth?

Poins. Why, we will fet forth before or after them; and appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at our pleasure to fail; and then will they adventure upon the exploit themselves, which they shall have no sooner atchiey'd, but we'll set

upon

them. P. Henry. Ay; but, 'uis like, they will know us by our horses, by our habits, and by every other appointment, to be ourselves.

Poins. Tut, our horses they shall not fee, I'll tie them in the wood; our vizors we will change after we leave them ; and, lrrah, I have cases of buckram for the nonce, to immask our noted outward garments.

P. Henry. But, I doubt, they will be too hard for us.

Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be as true-bred cowards as ever turn'd Back; and for the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will tell us when we meet at supper; how thirty at least he fought with, what wards, what blows, what extremities he endured; and, in the reproof of thisz lies the jest.

P. Henry. Well, I'll go with thee; provide us all things necessary, and meet me to-morrow night in East cheap, there I'll sup. Farewel. Poins. Farewel, my lord.

Exit Poins. P. Henry. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness; Yet herein will I imitate the Sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds

To

To smother up his beauty from the world;
That when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted, he may be more wondred at,
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
But when they seldom come, they wisht-for come,
And nothing pleaseth but rare Accidents.
So, when this loose behaviour I throw off,
And pay the debt I never promised;
By how much better than my word I am,
By so much shall I falsify men's fears ;
And, like bright metal on a sullen ground,
My Reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
Shall shew more goodly, and attract more eyes,
Than That which hath no foil to set it off.
l'll fo offend, to znake offence a skill;
Redeeming time, when men think least I will. [Exit.

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K. Henry. My bloed hath been too cold and tem

Changes to an Apartment in the Palace. Enter King Henry, Northumberland, Worcester, Hot

spur, Sir Walter Blunt, and others.

Y blood hath been too cold and tem

perate, Unapt to ftir at these indignities; And you have found me; for accordingly You trcad upon my patience: but be sure, I will from henceforth rather be myself, Mighty, and to be fear'd, than my Condition; Which hath been smooth as oil, soft, as young down, And therefore lost that title of Respect, Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the proud.

Wor. Our House, my sovereign Liege, little deserves The scourge of greatness to be used on it;

And

And that same Greatness too, which our own hands
Have help'd to make so portly.

North. My good lord,

K. Henry. Worcester, get thee gone; for I do fee
Danger and disobedience in thine eye. .
O Sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory;
And Majefty might never yet endure
* The moody frontlet of a fervant brow.
You have good leave to leave us. When we need
Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.

[Exit Worcester. You were about to speak. (To Northumberland.

North. Yes, my good lord.
Those prisoners in your Highness' name demanded,
Which Harry Percy liere at Holmedon took;
Were, as he fays, not with such strength deny'd
As was deliver'd to your Majesty.
Or Envy therefore, or Misprision,
Is guilty of this fault, and not my fon.

Hot. My Liege, I did deny no prisoners;
But I remember, when the fight was done,
When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil,
Breathless, and faint, leaning upon my sword;
Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd;
Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin, new-reap'd,
Shew'd like a stubble land at harvest-home.
He was perfumed like a milliner;
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb, he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
He gave his nose: (and took't away again;
Who, therewith angry, when it next came there,
Took it in fnuff.}--And still he smil'd and talk d;
And as the soldiers bare dead bodies by,
He call'd ihem untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a flovenly, unhandsome coarse
Betwixt the wind, and his Nobility.
With many holiday and lady terms
* The moody frontier[We should read frontlet, i. c. Forehead.

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He question’d me: amongst the rest, demanded
My prisoners, in your Majesty's behalf.:
1, then all smarting with my wounds; being gal'd
To be so pefter'd with a popinjay,
Out of my Grief, and my impatience,
Answer'd, negledingly, I know not what;
He fhould, or thould not; for he made me mad,
To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,
And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman,
Of guns, and drums, and wounds; (God save the

mark!)
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was Parmacity, for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
This villainous salt petre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good, tall fellow had destroy'd
So cowardly: And but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.
This bald, unjointed chat of his, my lord,
I answer'd indirectly, as I said;
And I befeech you,

* let not his

report
Come currant for an accusation,
Betwixt my love and your high Majesty.

Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord,
Whatever Harry Percy then had said,
To such a person, and, in such a place,
At such a time, with all the rest retold, .
May reasonably die; and never rise
To do him wrong, or any way impeach.
What then he said, see, he unsays it now.

K. Henry. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners,
But with proviso and exception,
That we at our own charge Thall ransom straight
His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer;
Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd
The lives of those, that he did lead to fight
*-!et not this report] We should read, his.

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