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To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd

Si. Thereafter as they be; a score of good ewes
A certain instance, that Glendower is dead. may be worth ten pounds.
Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill;

Shal. And is old Double dead!
And these unseason'd hours, perforce, must add
Unto your sickness.

Enter BARDOLPH, and one with him.
K. Hen.

I will take your counsel : Si. Here coine two of sir John Falstaff's men, And, were these inward wars once out of hand, as I think. We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land.

Bard. Good morrow, honest gentlemen : I be

[Exeunt. seech you, which is justice Shallow ? SCENE II.

Shal. I am Robert Shallow, sir ; a poor esquire
Court before Justice Shallow's
House in Gloucestershire.

of this county, and one of the king's justices of the

peace: What is your good pleasure with me? Enter Shallow and Silence, meeting ; MOULDY, Bard. My captain, sir, commends him to you :

SHADOW, Wart, FEEBLE, BULL-Calf, and Ser my captain, sir John Falstaff: a tall 5 gentleman, vants behind.

by heaven, and a most gallant leader. Shal. Come on, come on, come on; give me your backsword man: How doth the good knight? may

Shal. He greets me well, sir ; I knew him a good hand, sir, give me your hand, sir ; an early stirrer, I ask, how my lady his wife doth ? by the rood. ?

And how doth my good cousin Silence?

Bard. Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommo

dated, than with a wife. Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow. Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bedfellow? said indeed too. Better accommodated !-- it is good;

Shal. It is well said, in faith, sir; and it is well and your fairest daughter, and mine, my god-daugh-yea, indeed, it is: good phrases are surely, and ever ter Ellen? Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, cousin Shallow.

were, very commendable. Accommodated ! — it Shal. By yea and nay, sir, I dare say, my cousin

comes from accommodo : very good; a good phrase. William is become a good scholar: He is at Oxford, Phrase, call you it? By this good day, I know not

Bard. Pardon me, sir : I have heard the word. still, is he not? Sil. Indeed, sir ; to my cost.

the phrase : but I will maintain the word with any Shal. He must then to the inns of court, shortly: sword, to be a soldier-like word, and a word of exI was once of Clement's Inn; where, I think, they when a man is, as they say, accommodated : or

ceeding good command. Accommodated; that is, will talk of mad Shallow yet.

Sil. You were called — lusty Shallow, then, cousin. when a man is, — being, -- whereby, — he may be

Shal. By the mass, I was called any thing; and thought to be accommodated; which is an excellent I would have done any thing indeed, and roundly

thing. There was I, and little John Doit of Stafford

Enter FalsTAFF. shire, and black George Bare, and Francis Pick- Shal. It is very just: — Look, here comes good bone, and Will Squele a Cotswold man, - you had sir John. - Give me your good hand, give me your not four such swinge-bucklers in all the inns of worship’s good hand : By my troth, you look well, court again : and I may say to you, we knew where and bear your years very well. welcome, good sir John. the bona-robas were. Then was Jack Falstaff, now

Fal. I am glad to see you well, good master sir John, a boy; and page to Thomas Mowbray,

Robert Shallow : - Master Sure-card, as I think. duke of Norfolk.

Shal. No, sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in Sil. This sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon,

commission with me. about soldiers ?

Fal. Good master Silence, it well befits you Shal. The same sir John, the very same, I saw should be of the peace. him break Skogan's head at the court gate, when

Sil. Your good worship is welcome. he was a crack 3, not thus high : and the very same

Fal. Fye! this is hot weather. — Gentlemen, have iay did I fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruit- you provided me here half a dozen sufficient men ? erer ; behind Gray's Inn. O, the mad days that I

Shal. Marry, have we sir. Will you sit? have spent! and to see how many of mine old ac

Fal. Let me see them, I beseech you. quaintance are dead!

Shal. Where's the roll? where's the roll? where's Sil. We shall all follow, cousin.

the roll?- Let me see, let me see. So, so, so, so: Shal. Certain, 'tis certain; very sure, very sure;

Yea, marry, sir — Ralph Mouldy:- let them appear death is certain to all; all shall die. — How a good as I call ; let them do so, let them do so. — - Let me yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?

see; where is Mouldy? Sil. Truly, cousin, I was not there.

Moul. Here, an't please you.
Shal. Death is certain.
Is old Double of your

Shal. What think you, sir John ; a good limbed town living yet?

fellow :

: young, strong, and of good friends. . Dead, sir.

Fal. Is thy name Mouldy? Shal. Dead! — See, see !-- he drew a good bow ;

Moul. Yea, an't please you. And dead! - He shot a fine shoot: - John of

Fal. 'Tis the more time thou wert used. Gaunt loved him well, and betted much money on

Shal. Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, things that are his head. Dead! – he would have clapp'd i' the mouldy, lack use: Very singular good !-- well said, clout at twelve score 4; and carried you a forehand sir John; very well said. shaft at fourteen and fourteen and a half, that it

Fal. Prick him.

[To Shallow. would have done a man's heart good to see.

Moul. My old dame will be undone now, for one How a score of ewes now ?

too.

to do her husbandry, and her drudgery: you need not to have pricked me; there are other men fitter

to go out than I. • Hit the white mark at twelve score yards.

6 Brave.

· Cross.

3 Boy.

Fal. Go to; peace, Mouldy, you shall go, Mouldy. Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot

Shal. Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside; Know tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, in good troth, you where you are ? — For the other, sir John : master Shallow. let me see ;Simon Shadow!

Shal. O, sir John, do you remember since we lay Fal. Ay marry, let me have him to sit under : all night in the windmill in Saint George's fields ? he's like to be a cold soldier.

Fal. No more of that, good master Shallow, no Shal. Where's Shadow ?

more of that. Shad. Here, sir.

Shal. Ha, it was a merry night. And is Jane Night Fal. Shadow, whose son art thou?

alive? Shad. My mother's son, sir.

Fal. She lives, master Shallow. Fal. Thy mother's son! like enough, and thy Shal. She never could away with me. father's shadow.

Fal. Never, never : she would always say, she Shal. Do you like him, sir John ?

could not abide master Shallow. Fal. Shadow will serve for summer, prick him; Shal. By the mass, I could anger her to the heart - for we have a number of shadows to fill up the She was then a bona-roba. Doth she hold her own muster-book.

well ? Shal. Thomas Wart!

Fal. Old, old, master Shallow. Fal. Where's he?

Shal. Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose Wart. Here, sir.

but be old; certain she's old ; and had Robin beFal. Is thy name Wart?

fore I came to Clement's Inn. Wart. Yea, sir.

Sil. That's fifty-five year ago. Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart.

Shal. Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen Shal. Shall I prick him, sir John ?

that that this knight and I have seen ! — Ha, sir Fal. It were superfluous : for his apparel is built John, said I well ? upon his back, and the whole frame stands upon Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, pins : prick him no more.

master Shallow. Shal. Ha, ha, ha!- you can do it, sir ; you can Shal. That we have, that we have, that we have : do it: I commend you well. — Francis Feeble ! in faith, sir John, we have ; our watch-word was, Fee. Here, sir.

Hem, boys !-- Come, let's to dinner; come, let's to Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble ?

dinner: - O, the days that we have seen! Come, Fee. A woman's tailor, sir.

come. (Ereunt FALSTAFF, Shallow, and SILENCE. Shal. Shall I prick him, sir ?

Bull. Good master corporate Bardolph, stand my Fal. You may: - Wilt thou make as many holes friend; and here is four Harry ten shillings in in an enemy's battle, as thou hast made with thy French crowns for you. In very truth, sir, I had needle ?

as lief be hanged, sir, as go: and yet, for mine own Fee. I will do my good will, sir ; you can have part, sir, I do not care ; but, rather, because I am no more.

unwilling, and, for mine own part, have a desire to Ful. Well said, good woman's tailor! well said, stay with my friends; else, sir, I did not care, for courageous Feeble! Thou wilt be as valiant as the mine own part, so much. wrathful dove, or most magnanimous mouse. — Bard. Go to; stand aside. Prick the woman's tailor well, master Shallow; Moul. And good master corporal captain, for my deep, master Shallow.

old dame's sake, stand my friend : she has nobody Fee. I would, Wart might have gone, sir. to do any thing about her, when I am gone: and Fal. I would thou wert a man's tailor ; that thou she is old, and cannot help herself: you shall have migh'st mend him, and make him fit to go. I can- forty, sir. not put him to a private soldier, that is the leader of

Bard. Go to ; stand aside. so many thousands: Let that suffice, most forcible Fee. By my troth I care not; - a man can die Feeble.

but once; -- we owe God a death; — I'll ne'er Fee. It shall suffice, sir.

bear a base mind;- an't be my destiny, so; an't Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. be not, so : No man's too good to serve his prince; Who is next?

and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this Shal. Peter Bull-calf of the green !

year, is quit for the next. Fal. Yea, marry, let us see Bull-calf.

Bard. Well said ; thou’rt a good fellow. Bull. Here, sir.

Fee. Nay, I'll bear no base mind. Fal. Trust me, a likely fellow ! Come, prick me Bull-calf till he roar again.

Re-enter FALSTAFF, and Justices.
Bull. O lord ! good my lord captain, –

Ful. Come, sir, which men shall I have ?
Fa!. What, dost thou roar before thou art pricked? Shal. Four, of which you please.
Bull. O lord, sir! I am a diseased man.

Bard. Sir, a word with you :-- I have three Fal. What disease hast thou ?

pound to free Mouldy and Bull-calf. Bull. A cold, sir ; a cough, sir; which I caught Fal. Go to; well. with ringing in the king's affairs, upon his corona- Shal. Come, sir John, which four will you have? tion-day, sir.

Fal. Do you choose for me. Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown, Shal. Marry then, - Mouldy, Bull-calf, Feeble, we will have away thy cold; and I will take such and Shadow. order, that thy friends shall ring for thee. — Is here Fal. Mouldy, and Bull-calf: - For you, Mouldy, all ?

stay at home, still; you are past service : — and, for Shal. Here is two more called than your number? your part, Bull-calf, grow till you come unto it, you must have but four here, sir ; -- and so, I pray | I will none of you. you, go in with me to dinner.

Shal. Sir John, sir John, do not yourself wrong ;

they are your likeliest men, and I would have you my house ; let our old acquaintance be renewed : served with the best.

peradventure, I will with you to the court. Fal. Will you tell me, master Shallow, how to Fal. I would you would, master Shallow choose a man? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the Shal. Go to; I have spoke at a word. Fare you stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give well.

[Ereunt Shallow and SILENCE. me the spirit, master Shallow. — Here's Wart;- Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen. On, Baryou see what a ragged appearance it is: he shall | dolph ; lead the men away. [Exeunt BARDOLPH, charge you, and discharge you, with the motion of Recruits, &c.] As I return, I will fetch off these a pewterer's hammer; come off, and on, swifter than justices : i do see the bottom of justice Shallow. he that gibbets-on the brewer's bucket. And this How subject we old men are to this vice of lying ! same half-faced fellow, Shadow, - give me this This same starved justice hath done nothing but man ; he presents no mark to the enemy; the foe- prate to me of the wildness of his youth, and the man may with as great aim level at the edge of a feats he hath done about Turnbull-street !; and penknife: And, for a retreat, — how swiftly will every third word a lie, duer paid to the hearer than this Feeble, the woman's tailor, run off? O, give the Turk's tribute. I do remember him at Cleme the spare men, and spare me the great ones. - ment's Inn, like a man made after supper of a Put me a caliver into Wart's hand, Bardolph. cheese-paring: lie was so forlorn, that his dimen

Bard. Hold, Wart, traverse 7; thus, thus, thus. sions to any thick sight were invisible : he was the

Fal. Come, manage me your caliver. So: very Genius of famine ; he came ever in the rearvery well : go to :- very good :-exceeding good. ward of the fashion ; and sung those tunes to the

O, give me always a little, lean, old, chapped, huswives that he heard the carmen whistle, and bald shot. - Well said, Wart; hold, there's a tester sware — they were his fancies, or his good-nights. for thee.

And now is this Vice's daggers become a squire; Shal. He is not his craft's master, he doth not do and talks as familiarly of John of Gaunt, as if he it right. I remember at Mile-end green, (when I had been sworn brother to him: and I'll be sworn lay at Clement's Inn, — I was then sir Dagonet in he never saw him but once in the Tilt-yard ; and Arthur's show 8,) there was a little quiver fellow, and then he burst his head, for crowding among the 'a would manage you his piece thus : and 'a would marshal's men. I saw it; and told John of Gaunt, about and about, and come you in, and come you he beat his own name+ : for you might have truss'd in: rah, tah, tah, would 'a say; bounce, would 'a him, and all his apparel, into an eel-skin; the case say; and away again would ’a go, and again would of a treble haut-boy was a mansion for him, a court; 'a come: - I shall never see such a fellow. and now has he land and beeves. Well; I will be

Fal. These fellows will do well, master Shallow. acquainted with him, if I return: and it shall go - Heaven keep you, master Silence; I will not use hard, but I will make him a philosopher's stone to many words with you : -- Fare you well, gentlemen me: If the young dace be a bait for the old pike, both : I thank you : I must a dozen mile to-night. I see no reason, in the law of nature, but I may - Bardolph, give the soldiers coats.

snap at him. Let time shape, and there an end. Shal. Sir John, heaven bless you and prosper

(Erit. your affairs, and send us peace ! As you return, visit

ACT IV.

SCENE I. - A Forest in Yorkshire.

Mowb. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch

ground,
Enter the Archbishop of York, MOWBRAY, And dash themselves to pieces.
HASTINGS, and others.

Enter a Messenger
Arch. What is this forest call'd ?
Hast. 'Tis Gualtree forest, an't shall please your

Hast.

Now, what news ?

Mess. West of this forest, scarcely off a mile, grace. Arch. Here stand, my lord ; and send discoverers In goodly form comes on the enemy: forth,

And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number To know the numbers of our enemies.

Upon, or near, the rate of thirty thousand. Hast. We have sent forth already.

Mowb. The just proportion that we gave them out. Arch.

'Tis well done. Let us sway on, and face them in the field. My friends and brethren in these great affairs,

Enter WESTMORELAND. I must acquaint you that I have receiv'd

Arch. What well-appointed leader fronts us here? New-dated letters from Northumberland;

Mowb. I think, it is my lord of Westmoreland. Their cold intent, tenour and substance, thus : West. Health and fair greeting from our general, Here doth he wish his person, with such powers The prince, lord John, and duke of Lancaster. As might hold sortance 9 with his quality,

Arch. Say on, my lord of Westmoreland, in peace: The which he could not levy; whereupon What doth concern your coming ? He is retir'd, to ripe his growing fortunes,

West.

Then, my lord, To Scotland : and concludes in hearty prayers, Unto your grace do I in chief address That your attempts may overlive the hazard, The substance of my speech. If that rebellion And fearful meeting of their opposite.

! In Clerkenwell.

2 Titles of little poems 6 Musket.

? March.

3 A wooden dagger like that used by the modern harlequin, e An exhibition of archers.

9 Be suitable. * Gaunt is thin, slender.

Came like itself, in base and abject routs,

To lay a heavy and unequal hand
Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage, Upon our honours ?
And countenanc'd by boys and beggary;

West.

O my good lord Mowbray, I say, if vile commotion so appear’d,

Construe the times to their necessities, In his true, native, and most proper shape,

And you shall say indeed, -- it is the time, You, reverend father, and these noble lords, And not the king, that doth you injuries. Had not been here, to dress the ugly form

Yet, for your part, it not appears to me, Of base and bloody insurrection

Either from the king, or in the present time, With your fair honours. You, lord archbishop, - | That you should have an inch of any ground Whose see is by a civil peace maintaind ;

To build a grief on; Were you not restor'd Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd; To all the duke of Norfolk's signiories, Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor’d; Your noble and right-well remember'd father's? Whose white investments figure innocence,

Mowb. What thing, in honour, had my father lost, The dove and very blessed spirit of peace,

That need to be reviv'd, and breath'd in me? Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself,

The king, that lov'd him, as the state stood then, Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace, Was, force perforce, compell’d to banish him ; Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war? And then, when Harry Bolingbroke, and he, Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood, Being mounted, and both roused in their seats, Your pens to lances; and your tongue divine Their neighing coursers daring of the spur, To a loud trumpet, and a point of war?

Their armed staves in charge, their beavers down, Arch. Wherefore do I this? so the question stands, Their eyes of fire sparkling through sights of steel, Briefly to this end: We are all diseased; And the loud trumpet blowing them together ; And, with our surfeiting, and wanton bours, Then, then, when there was nothing could have staid Have brought ourselves into a burning fever, My father from the breast of Bolingbroke, And we must bleed for it: of which disease O, when the king did throw his warder 8 down, Our late king, Richard, being infected, died. His own life hung upon the staff he threw : But, my most noble lord of Westmoreland, Then threw he down himself; and all their lives, J take not on me here as a physician;

That by indictment, and by dint of sword, Nor do I, as an enemy to peace,

Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke. Troop in the throngs of military men ;

West. You speak, lord Mowbray, now you know But, rather, show a while like fearful war,

not what : To diet rank minds, sick of happiness ;

The earl of Hereford was reputed then And purge the obstructions, which begin to stop In England the most valiant gentleman ; Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly. Who knows, on whomfortune would then havc smil'd? I have in equal balance justly weigh'd

But if your father had been victor there, What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry: suffer,

For all the country, in a general voice, And find our griefs7 heavier than our offences. Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers, and love, We see which way the stream of time doth run, Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on, And are enforc'd from our most quiet sphere And bless'd and grac'd indeed, more than the king, By the rough torrent of occasion :

But this is mere digression from my purpose. And have the summary of all our griefs,

Here come I from our princely general, When time shall serve, to show in articles :

To know your griefs; to tell you from his grace, Which, long ere this, we offer'd to the king, That he will give you audience: and wherein And might by no suit gain our audience:

It shall appear that your demands are just, When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our griefs, You shall enjoy them ; every thing set off, We are denied access unto his person

That might so much as think you enemies. Even by those men that most have done us wrong. Mowb. But he hath forc'd us to compel this offer; The dangers of the days but newly gone,

And it proceeds from policy, not love. (Whose memory is written on the earth

West. Mowbray, you overween", to take it so; With yet-appearing blood,) and the examples This offer comes from mercy, not from fear : Of every minute's instance, (present now, )

For, lo! within a ken ', our army lies: Have put us in these ill-beseeming arms :

Upon mine honour, all too confident Not to break peace, or any branch of it;

To give admittance to a thought of fear. But to establish here a peace indeed,

Our battle is more full of names than yours, Concurring both in name and quality.

Our men more perfect in the use of arins, West. When ever yet was your appeal denied ? Our armour all as strong, our cause the best ; Wherein have you been galled by the king ? Then reason wills, our hearts should be as good :What peer hath been suborn'd to grate on you ? Say you not then, our offer is compellid. That you should seal this lawless bloody book Mowb. Well, by my will, we shall admit no parley. Of forg'd rebellion with a seal divine,

West. That argues but the shame of your offence : And consecrate commotion's bitter edge ?

A rotten case abides no handling. Arch. My brother general, the commonwealth, Hast. Kath the prince John a full commission, I make my quarrel in particular.

In very ample virtue of his father, West. There is no need of any such redress; To hear, and absolutely to determine Or, if there were, it not belongs to you.

Of what conditions we shall stand upon ? Mowb. Why not to him, in part; and to us all, West. That is intended 2 in the general's name : That feel the bruises of the days before;

I muses, you make so slight a question. And suffer the condition of these times,

8 Truncheon

s Think too highly. 7 Grievances,

• Understood.

3 Wonder.

1 Sight.

my lord,

we come.

is weary

Arch. Then take, my lord of Westmoreland, this Mowb. Your grace of York, in Gud's name then schedule;

set forward. For this contains our general grievances:

Arch. Before, and greet his grace : Each several article herein redress'd;

[Ereunt. All members of our cause, both here and hence, That are insinew'd to this action,

SCENE II. - Another Part of the Forest. Acquitted by a true substantial form ; And present execution of our wills

Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, The ARCHBISHOP, To us, and to our purposes, consign'd;

Hastings, and others : from the other side, PRINCE We come within our awful banks again,

John of Lancaster, WESTMORELAND, Officers, anul And knit our powers to the arm of peace.

Altendants.
West. This will I show the general. Please you, lords, P. John. You are well encounter'd here, my
In sight of both our battles we may meet :

cousin Mowbray :
And either end in peace, which heaven so fraine! Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop; -
Or to the place of difference call the swords And so to you, lord Hastings, — and to all.
Which must decide it.

My lord of York, it better show'd with you,
Arch.

My lord, we will do so. When that your flock, assembled by the bell,

[Exit WEST. Encircled you, to hear with reverence Mowb. There is a thing within my bosom, tells me Your exposition on the holy text; That no conditions of our peace can stand.

Than now to see you here an iron man, Hast. Fear you not that: if we can make our peace Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum, Upon such large terins, and so absolute,

Turning the word to sword, and life to death. As our conditions shall consist upon,

That man, that sits within a monarch's heart, Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains. And ripens in the sunshine of his favour,

Mowb. Ay, but our valuation shall be such, Would he abuse the countenance of the king, That every slight and false-derived cause,

Alack, what mischiefs might be set abroach, Yea, every idle, nicet, and wanton reason,

In shadow of such greatness! With you, lord bishop, Shall, to the king, taste of this action :

It is even so: - Who hath not heard it spoken,
That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love, How deep you were within the books of heaven?
We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind, To us, the speaker in his parliament;
That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff, To us, the imagin'd voice of heaven itself ;
And good from bad find no partition.

The very opener, and intelligencer,
Arch. No, no, my lord; Note this, — the king Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven,

And our dull workings: 0, who shall believe, Of dainty and such picking " grievances :

But you misuse the reverence of your place; For he hath found, - to end one doubt by death, Employ the countenance and grace of heaven, Revives two greater in the heirs of life.

As a false favourite doth his prince's name, And therefore will he wipe his tables 6 clean; In deeds dishonourable ? You have taken up, And keep no tell-tale to liis memory,

Under the counterfeited zeal of beaven, That may repeat and history his loss

The subjects of heaven's substitute, my father ; To new remembrance: For full well he knows, And, both against the peace of heaven, He cannot so precisely weed this land,

Have here up-swarm'd them. As his misdoubts present occasion :

Arch.

Good my lord of Lancaster His foes are so enrooted with his friends,

I am not here against your father's

's peace : That, plucking to unfix an enemy,

But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland, He doth unfasten so, and shake a friend.

The time misorder'd doth, in common sense, So that this land, like an offensive wife,

Crowd us, and crush us, to this monstrous form, That hath enrag'd bim on to offer strokes ;

To hold our safety up. I sent your grace As he is striking, holds his infant up,

The parcels and particulars of our grief; And hangs resolv'd correction in the arm

The which hath been with scorn shov'd from the court, That was upreard to execution.

Whereon this hydra son of war is born : Hast. Besides, the king bath wasted all his rods

Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm’d asleep, On late offenders, that he now doth lack

With grant of our most just and right desires; The very instruments of chastisement:

And true obedience of this madness cur'd So that his power, like to a fangless lion,

Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty. May offer, but not hold.

Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes Arch. 'Tis very true;

To the last man. And therefore be assur’d, my good lord marshal, Hast.

And though we here fall down, If we do now make our atonement well,

We have supplies to second our attempt; Our peace will, like a broken limb united,

If they miscarry, theirs shall second them ; Grow stronger for the breaking.

And so, success 7 of mischief shall be born; Mowb.

Be it so.

And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up, Here is return'd my lord of Westmoreland.

Whiles England shall have generation,

P. John. You are too shallow, Hastings, much Re-enter WESTMORELAND.

too shallow, West. The prince is here at hand: Pleaseth your To sound the bottom of the after-times. lordship,

West. Pleaseth your grace, to answer them directly, To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies? How far-forth you do like their articles ? 4 Trivial

5 Insignificant 6 Book for memorandums.

7 Succession.

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