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hedge; when thou need'st him, there thou shalt, your house-He could be contented,—Why, is he find hiin. Farewel, and stand fast.

not then? In respect of the love he bears our house: Ful. Now Cannot I strike him, if I should be che shews in this, he loves his own barn better hang'l.

Ithan he loves our house. Let me see some more. P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises? 5 The purpose you undertake, is dangerous,-Why, Poins. Here, haid by; stand close.

that's certain; 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to Ful. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole', sleep, to drinh: but I tell you, my lord fool, out sayl; every man to bis business.

of this pettle, danger, we pluck this tower, safety. Enter Tratılırs.

The purpose you und: rahe, is dangerous; the Trar. Come, neighbour; the boy shall lead om ! Offriends you hit ned, uncertain; the time ihorses down the hill: we'll walk aloot a while. unsorted:ond your achet plot too light, for the and ease our legs.

counterpoiceofsogreut an opposition--Say you so, Thieves. Stand.

say you so? I say unto you again, you are a shalTrat. Jesu bless us!

ow cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lackFal. Strike; down with them; cut the vil-15 bra n is this: By the Loril, our plot is a good plot, lains' throats: Ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon- as ever was laid; vur friends true and constant : fed knaves! they hate us youth: down with them; a goud plot, good friends, and full of expectation: fleece them.

an excellent plot, very good friends. What a Trut. O, we are undone, both we and ours, rosty-spirited rogue is this? Why, my lord of

20 York' commends the plot, and the general course Ful. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves; are ve um- of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this done? No, ye fat chuils; I would, your store rascal, I could brain bim with his lady's fan. Is were here! On, bacons, on! What, ve knaves: there not my father, my uncle, and myself? lord young men must live: You are grand-jurors, are Edmund Niortimer, my lord of York, and Owen ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith.

25 Glendower? Is there not, besides, the Douglas? [Here they rob and bind them. [Exeunt. Have I not all their letters, to meet me in anos Enter Prince Henry, and Poins.

by the ninth of the next month and are they not, P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true' men: some of them, set forward already? What a pagan Now could thou and I roh the thieves, and go rascal is this? an infidel? Ha! vou shall see now, merrily to London, it would be argument for a 30 in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for the king, and lay open all our proceedings.

O, I

could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming. such a dish of skinin'd milk with so honourable an Enter Thieves again.

action! Hang him ! let bim tell the king, we are Fol. Come, my masters, let us share, and then 35 prepared : 1will set forward to-night. to horse before day. An the Prince and loins be

Enter Lady Percy'. not two arrant cowards, there's no equity stir- How now, Kate? I must leave you within thes ring: there's no more valour in that Poins, than two bours. in a wild duck.

Ludy. O my good lord, why are you thus alone? P. Hen. Your mon 'y.

40 For what utlence have I, this fortnight, been Poins. Villains!

A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed? [As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee

upon them. Theyall run ucuy; and Falstat); Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? after a blow or twn, runs away too, leuring

Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth; the booty o hind him.]

45 And start so often, when thou sit'st alone? P. llen. Got with much ease.

Now merrily Why hast thou lost the freslı blood in the cheeks; to horse:

And given my treasures, and my rights of thee, The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with fear To thich-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy? So strongly, that they dare not meet each other; In thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watchi'd, Each takes his fellow for an officer.

30 and heard thee murmur tales of iron wars : Away, good Ned. Falstarf sweats to death, Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed: And lards the lean earth as he walks along: Cry, Couruge!—to the field! And thou hast talk'a Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him. of sailies, and retires'; of trenches, tents, Poins. Now the rogue roar'd! [E.rcunt. Of palisadoes, frontiers®, parapets; S CE N E III.

,550i basilisks", of cannon, culverin;

Of prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain, lurkruorth. 'A room in the Castle. And all the 'currents of a heady fight. Enter Hotspur, rading a letter.

Thy spirit within thee liatlı been so at war, But, for mine oien part, my lord, I could be And thus hath so bestir'd thee in thy sleep, mall contented tube there,in respect of the loveIbear 60That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow,

* The alms distributed at Lambeth palace gate is at this day called the dule. ? i. e. fat and corpulent. 'i. e. honest. *i. e. subject matter. • Richard Scroop, archbishop of York. 'The wité of lotspur was the lady Elizabeth Mortimer, sister to Roger earl of March, who was declared presumptive huir to the crown by King Richard II. and aunt tu Edmund earl of March, who is iniroduced in this play by the name of lord Mortimer. retreats. i. c. 1orts, A busilass si cannon oia particular hind,

I.ke gone?

Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream:

Whither I go, thither shall you go too ;
And in thy face strange motions have appear’d, l'o-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.-
Such as we see when men restrain their breath Will this content you, Kate?
On some great sudden baste. O, what portent Lady. It must, of force.

[Exeunt. are these?

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S CE N E IV.
Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
And I must know it, else he loves me not.

The Boar's-Head Tavern in Eust-Cheap. Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packel

Enter Prince Henry, and Poins.
Enter Serrant.

P. Henry. Ned, prythée, come out of that fat Serr. He is, my lord, an hour ago.

room, and lend me thy hand to laugh a little. Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from

Poins. Where hast'thou been, Ilal? the sheriff?

P. Henry. With three or four loggerheads, aSero, One horsc, my lord, he bronght even now.

mongst three or four score hogsheads. I have Hot. What horse? a roan? a crop-ear, is it not: 15 sounded the very base string of humility. Sirrah, Sero. It is, my lord.

I am sworn brother to a leash of drawers; and can Hlot. That roan shall be my throne.

calithemall by theirchristian names, as Tom, Dick, Well, I will back him straight: O esperance !

and Francis. 'They take it alrea:ly upon their salBid Butler lead him forth into the park. [Ex. Serr.

vation, that, though I be but prince of Wales, yet Lady. But hear you, my

lord.

2011 ain the king of courtesy; and tell me tlatly, I Ilot. What say'st thou, my lady?

am no proud Jack, like Falstaff; but a Corin. Ladj. What is it carries you away?

thian', a lad of mettle, a good boy,--by the Lord, Ho!. Why, my horse, my love, my horse.

so they call ine; and, when I am king of England, Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape!

I shall command all the good lads in East-Cheap, A weazle hath not such a deal of spleen,

25 They call-drinking deep, dying scarlet: and As you are tost with.

when you breathe in your watering, they cryIn sooth, I'll know your business, Harry, that !

llem! and bid you play it off.—To conclude, I I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir

am so good a proficient in one quarter of an hour, About his title: and hath sent for you,

that I can drink with any tinker in his own lanTo line his enterprize: But if you go

30 gcage during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. lost much honour, that thou wert not with me in Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, answer me

this action. But, sweet Ned, -to sweeten which Directly to this question that I ask.

name of Ned, I give you this pennyworth of sugar, In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Ilarry, clapt even now into my hand by an under-skrinks An if thou wilt not tell me all things true. 35 er*; one that never spake other English in his Llot. Away,

life, than-eight shillings and sixpence, and you Away, you triller! love? I love thee not, iré welcome,

and with this shrill addition,-Anon, I care not for thee, Kate; this is no world, non, sir! Score a pint of bastardinthe Half-moon, To play with mammets', and to tilt with lips : r so. But, Ned, to drive away the time till FalWe must have bloody noses, and crach'd crowns, 40taff come, I pr’yttee, do thou stand in some biyAnd pass them current too --Gods me, my horse!-- room, while I question my puny drawer, to what What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou have end he gave me the sugar; and do thou never with me?

leave calling-Francis, that his tale to me inay La ly. Do you not love me? do you not, indeed: be acthing but-anon. Step aside, and I'll shew Well, do not then; for, since you love me not, thee a precedent.

[Poins retires. It will not love myself. Do you not love me?

Poins. Francis! Nay, tell me if you speak in jest, or no.

P. Henry. Thou art perfect. Flot. Come, wilt thou see me ride?

Poins. Francis! And when I am o horseback, I will swear

Enter Fruncis. I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate: 1501 Fran. Anon, anon, sir.-Look down into the I must not have you henceforth question me

Pomgranaie, Ralph. Whither I go, nor reason whereabout:

P. Henry. Come hither, Francis. Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude,

Fran. My lord. This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.

P. Hin. Blow long hast thou to serve, Francis? I know you wise; but yet no further wise, 155 firan. Forsvoth, five years, and as much as to-Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are;

Poins. Francis ! But yet a woman: and for secresy,

Fran. Anon, anon, sir. No lady closer; for I well believe,

P. Henry. Five years! by'r Lady, a long lease Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know ; for the clinking of pewter. But, Francis, dar'st And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate. 60 thou be so valiant, as to play the coward with thy Lady. How! so far?

indenture, and shew it a fair pair of heels, and run Hot. Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate: from it?

Puppets. Meaning, both crack'd money and broken head. : i. e. a wencher. "i. e. an tander drawer,

Fran.

Fran. O Jord, sir! I'll be sworn upon all the goodman Adam, to the pupil age of this present books in England, I could tind in my heart- twelve o'clock at midnight." (Re-enter Fruncis.} Poins. Francis!

What's o'clock, Francis? Fran. Anon, anon, sir.

Frun. Anon, anon, sir. P. Henry. How old art thou, Francis ? 5 P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer

Fran. Let me see,-About Michaelmas next I words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman! shall be

Ilis industry is-up-stairs and down-stairs; bis Poins. Francis!

eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not Fran. Anon, sir.-Pray you, stay a little, my yet of Percy's mind, the Hot-spur of the north; lord.

10 he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots P. Henry. Nay, but hark you, Francis: For at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his the sugar thou gav'st me,-'twas a pennyworth, wife,-Fie

upon this quiet life! I want work. 0, was't not?

my swett Hurry, says she, how many hast thou Fran. O lord, sir! I would it had been two. hill'd to-day? Give my roan horse a drench, says

P. Henry. I will give thee for it a thousand 15 he; and answers, Some fourteen, an hour after; a pound: ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt trifle; a trije. I pr’ythee, cull in Falstaff'; PH have it.

play Percy, and that damn'd brawn shall play Poins. Francis!

dame Mortimer his wife. Rico', says the drunkFrun. Anon, anon.

ark. Call in ribs, callin tallow. P. Henry. Anon, Francis? No, Francis: but to-20 Enter Fulstaff, Gadshill, Bardolph, and Peto. morrow, Francis; or, Francis, on Tbursday; or, Poins. Welcome, Jack. Where hast thou been? indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But, Francis, Fal. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeFran. My lord?

ance too! marry, and amen! -Give me a cup of P. Henry. Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, sack, boy:-Ere I lead this life long, P'll sew nether crystal-button', nott-pated', agat-ring, poké-stock-25 stocks', and mend thein, and foot then too. A ing', caddice-garter', smooth tongue, Spanish- plague of all cowards !–Give me a cup of sack, pouch, -

rogue.--Is there no virtue extant? [He drinks. Fran. O lord, sir, what do you mean?

P. Henry. Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish P. Henry. Why then, your brown bastard' is of butter; pitiful-hearted Titan, that meited at the your only drink: 'for, look you, Francis, your 30 sweet tale of the sun? if thou didst, then behold white canvas doublet will sully: in Barbary, sir, that compound. it cannot come to so much.

Fal. You rogue, here's lime in this sack tooo: Tiran. What, sir?

There is nothing but roguery to be found in vilPoins. Francis !

lainous man: Yet a coward is worse than a cup of P. Henry. Away, you rogue; Dost thou not 35 sack with limein it; a villainous coward.—Go thy hear them call ?

ways, old Jack; die when thou wilt, if manhood, [Here they both call him; the drawer stands good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the amazed, not knowing ithich

way

earth, then I ain a shotten herring. There live not Enter l'intner.

three good men unhang’d in England; and one of Vint. What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st such 40 them is fat, and grows old: God help the while! a calling? look to the guests within. [Ex. drawer.] a bad world, I say! I would I were a weaver; ! My lord, old Sir John, with half a dozen more, are could sing all manner of songs'. A plague of all at the door; Shall I let them in?

cowarıls, I say

still! P. Hin. Let them alone a while, and then open P. Henry. How now, wool-sack? what mutter the door. (Exit Vintner.] Pains !

45 you? Re-enter Poins.

Ful. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out Poins. Anon, anon, sir.

of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath'', and drive P. Henry. Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the all thy subjects afore thee like a flock of wild thieves are at the door; Shall we be merry? geese, I'll never wear hair on my face more.

Poins. As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark 50 You Prince of Wales ! ye; What cunning match bave you made with this P. Henry. Why, you whoreson round man! jest of the drawer? come, whai's the issue? what's the matter?

P. Henry. I am now of all humours, that have Fal. Are you not a coward? answer me to that; shew'd themselves humours, since the old days of land Poins there?

[To Poins. A leather jerkin with crystal buttons was the habit of a pawn-broker. ? A person was said to be nott-puted, when the hair was cut short and round. 3 Black-stocking. Caddis was a sort of coarse ferret. The garters of Shakspeare's time were worn in sight, and consequently were expensive. He who would submit to wear a coarser sort, was probably called by this contemptuous distinction. Bastard was a kind of sweet wine. The prince finding the waiter not able, and not willing, to understand his instigation, puzzles him with unconnected prattle, and drives bim away. "A cant word of the English taverns of those tunes, expressive of no ineaning. Nether stocks are stockings. See

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? Warburton observes, that in the persecution of the protestants in Flanders under Philip 11. those who came over ir:2 England on that occasion brought with them the woollen mapufactory; These were Calvinists, who were always distinguished for their love of psalmody. sech a dagger as the l'ice in the old moralities was arm’d with.

P. Henry.

to go.

note',

10 i. e.

ven now.

even now.

P.Henry. Ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckI'll stab thee.

ram let drive at me,-Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damn'd

P. Ilenry. What, four? thou saidst but two, ere I call thee coward: but I would give a thousand pound, I could run fast as thou canst. You 5 Fal. Four, Hal; I told thee four. are straight enough in the shoulders, you care not Poins. Ay, ay, he said four. who sees your back: Call you that, backing off Fal. These four came all a-front, and mainly your friends? A plague upon such backing! give thrust at me.

I made no more ado, but took all me them that will face me.--Give me a cup of their seven points in my target, thus. sack:--I am a rogue, if I druok to-day.

101 P. Henry. Seven; why, there were but four, P. Henry. O villain ! thy lips are scarce wip'd since thou drunk'st last.

Ful. In buckram. Ful. All's one for that A plague of all coward Poins. Ay, four, in buckram suits. still say I !

[He drinks. Fal. Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else. P. Henry. What's the matter?

151 P. Henry. Prythee let him alone; we shall Fal. What's the matter? Ilere be four of us have more anon. have ta’en a thousand pound this morning.

Ful. Dost thou hear me, IIal? P. Henry. Where is it, Jack? where is it?

P. Ilenry. Ay, and mark thee too, Jack. Fal. Where is it? taken from us it is: a hun- Ful. Do so, for it is worth the lisi'ning to. dred upon poor four of us.

20 These nine in buckram, that I told thee of, P. Henry. What, a hundred, man?

P. Henry. So, two more already. Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword Fal. Their points being broken, with a dozen of them two hours together. I have Poins. Down fell their hose'. 'scap'd by miracle. I am eight times thrust through Fal. Began to give me ground: But I follow'd the doublet; four through the hose; my buckler 25 me close, came-in foot and hand; and, with a cut through and through; my sword hack'd like a thought, seven of the eleven I pay'd. hand-saw, ecce signum. I never dealt better since P. Henry. O monstrous ! eleven buckram men I was a man: all would not do. A plague of all grown out of two. cowards !-Let them speak : if they speak more Fal. But, as the devil would have it, three misor less than truth, they are villains, and the sons 30 begotten knaves, in Kendal green”, came at iny of darkness.

back, and let drive at me ; for it was so dark, P. Henry. Speak, sirs; How was it?

Hal, that thou couldst not see thy hand. Gads. We four set upon some dozen,

P. Henry. These lies are like the father that beFul. Sixteen, at least, my lord.

gets them; gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Gads. And bound them.

35 Why, thou clay-brain'd guts; thou knotty-pated Peto. No, no, they were not bound.

fool; thou whoreson, obscene, greasy tallowFul. You rogue, they were bound, every man of them; or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.

Fal. What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is Gads. As we were sharing, some six or seven not the truth, the truth? fresh men set upon us,

10 P. Henry. Why, how couldst thou know these Fal. And unbound the rest, and then came in men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou the other.

could'st not see thy hand? Come, tell us your P. Henry. What, fought you with them all ? reason; What

say

'st thou to this? Ful. All? I know not what you call, all; but Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason. if I fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of 45 Ful. What, upon compulsion ? No; were I at radish : if there were not two or three and tifty the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I upon poor old Jack, then I am no two-legg'a would not tell you on compulsion, Give you a creature.

reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plenty Poins. Pray heaven, you have not murder'd as blackberries, I would give no man a reason some of them.

50 upon compulsion, I. Fal. Nay, that's past praying for; I have pep- P. Henry. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; per'd two of them: two, I ain sure, I have pay'd this sanguine coward, this bed-pre-ser, this horsetwo rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, back-breaker, this huge hill of tiesh; llal,-if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin*, you horse. Thou know'st my old ward;—here I lay, 55)dry'd neat’s-tongue, bull's pizzle, you stock-fish,

Our author here plays upon the double meaning of point, which signifies the sharp end of a weapon, and the lace ofa garment. To untruss a point, is a phrase still in use for the operation of easing nature. 2 Kendal green was the livery of Robert earl of Huntingdon and his followers while in a state of outlawry, and their leader assumed the title of Robin Hood. keech of tallow is the fat of an ox or cow rolled up by the butcher in a round lump, in order to be carried to the chandler. * For elf-skin Sir Thomas Ilanmer and Dr. Warburton read eel-skin; and in our opinion justly; as Shakspeare, in this and his ensuing comparisons of the stock-fish and dry'd neat's tongue, alludes to the leanness of the prince, for which he had historical authority: the prince of Wales being represented by Stowe to have exceeded the mean stature of men, his neck long, body slender and lean, and bones small, &c;"

O, for

keech',

0, for breath to uiter what is like thee !--- you Bard.'Faith, I ran when I saw others run. taylor's yaril, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile P. Henry. Tell me now in earnest, How came standing tuca;

Falstatt's sword so hack'il? P. Hinrig. Well, breathe a while, and then to it Pero. Why, he hack'd it with his dagger; and again: and when thou hast tir'd thyself in base 5 said, he would swear truth out of England, but he comparisons, hear me speak but this.

would make you believe it was done in tight; and Poins. Mark, Jack.

persuaded us to do the like. P. Henry. We two saw you four set on four; Burd. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spearyou bound them, and were masters of their wealth. grasi, to make them bleed; and then to besli bir -Mark now, how a plain taie shall put you down. 10 our garments with it, and swear it was the blood of -Then did we two set on you four; and, with a true men. I did that I did not these seren years word, out-fac'd you from your prize, and have it; before, I blush'd to hear his mon-trous devices. yea, and can shew it you here in the hous« :—and, P. Henry. () villain, thou stol'st a cup of sack Falstaff, you curry'd your guts away as nimbly, eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the marwith as quick dexterity, and roar'd for merey, and 15ver, and ever since thou hast blush'd estem; vore: still ran and roard, as ever I heard bull-calf. Whai i hou badst tire and sword on thy side, and yet a slave art tholi, to back thy sword as thou hast thou ran’st away; What instinct hädst thou for it done; and then say, it was in tiglit? What trick, Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors? do what device, what starting hole, canst thou nou you behold these exhalations? find out, to hide thee from this open and apparent20 P. Henri4. I do. shame?

Burd. What think you they portend? Poins. Comne, let's hear, Jack; What trick hast P. 1.nry. Hot livers, and cold purses'. thou nou?

Bard. Choler", my lord, it rightly tahen. fal. By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that P. llenry. No, if rightly taken, Lalter. mode ye. Why, hear ye, my masters: Was it for 25 ine, to kill the heir apparent? should I turn upon

Re-enter Fulstaf the true prince? Why, thou know'st, I am as va- Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone. How liant as liercules: but beware instinct; the lion now, my sweet creature of bombast'? How long will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great is't ago, Jack, siuce thou sau'st thine own knee? matter; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think 30 Ful. My own knee: When I was about thy the better of myself and thee, during my life; 1, years, Ilal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waist; for a valiant lion, and thou, for a true prince. But, I could have crept into an alderman's thumblads, I am glad you have the money- -Ilostess, fringo: A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a clap to the doors; watch to-niglii, pray to-mor

man up like a bladder. There's villainous Deus row.-Gallants, lads, boys, bearts of gold, all the 35 abroad: here was Sir John Braby from your fatitles of good fellowship come to you! What, shall ther; you must to the court in the morning. That we be merry? shall we have a play extempore? same mail fellow of the north, Percy; and he of

P. Ilinry. Conteni ;-and the argument shall be Wales, that gave Amaimonthebastinado,audmade thy running away.

[me. Lucier cuckold, and swore the devil his true Ful. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lov'st 40 liegemar upon the cross of a lielsh houk', Enter Ilostess.

Maat, a llague, call you him :Hlost. My lord the prince,

Poins. 0, Glendower. P. Henry. Ilow now, my lady the hostess? wha: ful. Owen, Owen; the same;—and his son-insav'st thou to me?

lav Mortimer; and old Northumberland; and Host. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman' o: 45that sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs u' the court at door, would speak with you: besys, horseback up a hill perpendicular ne comes from vour father.

P. Honruille that rides at high speed, and with P. Henry. Give him as much as will make lima bis pistol kills a sparrow tiying? r. yal' man, and send him back again to my mother. til. You have bit it. Ful. What manner of man is he?

P. Iltar:;. So did he never the sparrow. Host. An old man.

Kul. Well, that rascal hath good melile in lim; Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at mid- Ilie will not run, night?-Shall I give him his answer?

P. Henry. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to P. Henry. Pr’ythee, do, Jack.

raise him so for running? ful Faith, and I'll send hin: packing. [Erit

. Fal. O'borseback, le cuckow! but, a-foot, lie P./!rnry. Now, sirs; hy'r-Lady, youtuuglit fair; will not budge a foot. -sodd you, Peto ;-so did you, Bardolph: you P. Il nry. Yes, Jack, upon instinct. are lio stco; you ran away upon instinct, you Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is will not touch the true prince; non--lie!

there too, and one Morduke, anda thousud blue ' A kind of jest seems to be intended here. The royalwent for 10s.--the noble only for hs. 8d. '.e honest. ? This is a law phrase, signifying token in the fact. * Alluding to his riil jace. drunhinness and pozorty. A pun upon the similarity of sound between collar and choker. 'Bombas is the stuiling of cloaths. The custom of wearing i ring on the thumb is very ancient. hook ar pears to have been soine instrument o the vilensive kind.

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