Fal. Strike; down with them, cut the villains' throats; ah! whorfon caterpillars; bacon-fed knaves; they hate us youth; down with them, fleece them. Trav. O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever. Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are you undone? no, ye fat chuffs, I would your ftore were here. On, bacons, on! what, ye knaves? young men must live you are grand jurors, are ye? we'll jure ye, i'faith.

[Here they rob and bind them: Exeunt.

Enter Prince Henry and Poins.

P. Henry. The thieves have bound the true men: now could thou and I rob the thieves and go merrily to London, it would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jeft for ever.

Poins. Stand clofe, I hear them coming.

Enter Thieves again.

Fal. Come, my masters, let us fhare, and then to horfe before day; an the Prince and Poins be not two arrant Cowards, there's no equity ftirring. There's no more valour in that Poins, than in a wild Duck.

P. Henry. Your mony.

Poins. Villains!

[As they are fharing, the Prince and Poins fet upon them. They all run away, and Falftaff after a blow or two runs away too, leaving the booty bebind them.

P. Henry. Got with much eafe.

Now merrily to

horse:
The thieves are scatter'd, and poffeft with fear
So ftrongly, that they dare not meet each other;
Each takes his fellow for an officer.

Away, good Ned. Now Falstaff sweats to death,
And lards the lean earth as he walks along:
Were't not for laughing, I fhould pity him.
Poins. How the rogue roar'd!

[Exeunt. SCENE

SCENE V.
Lord Percy's House.

Enter Hot-fpur folus, reading a letter.

BUT for mine own part, my lord, I could be well

contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your Houfe. He could be contented to be there; why is he not then? in respect of the love he bears our Houfe! he fhews in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our House. Let me fee fome more. The purpose you undertake is dangerous. Why, that's certain: 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to fleep, to drink: but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, fafety. The purpose you undertake is dangerous, the friends you have named uncertain, the time it Self unforted, and your whole plot too light, for the counterpoize of fo great an oppofition. Say you fo, say you fo? I fay unto you again, you are a fhallow cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is this? By the lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our friends true and conftant: a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frofty-fpirited rogue is this? Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and the general courfe of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this rafcal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and my felf, Lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not befides, the Dowglas? have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month? and are there not fome of them fet forward already? What a Pagan rascal is this? an infidel. Ha! you fhall fee now, in very fincerity

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of fear and cold heart, will he to the King, and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could divide my felf, and go to buffets, for moving fuch a difh of skimm'd milk with fo honourable an action. Hang him, let him tell the King. We are prepared, I will fet forward to night.

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Enter Lady Percy.

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How now, Kate! I must leave you within these two hours.

Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus alone? For what offence have I this fortnight been A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?

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Tell me, fweet lord, what is't that takes from thee Thy ftomach, pleasure, and thy golden fleep? Why doft thou bend thy eyes upon the earth? And start so often, when thou fitt'ft alone? Why haft thou loft the fresh blood in thy cheeks? And given my treasures and my rights of thee, To thick-ey'd mufing, and curs'd melancholy? "In thy faint flumbers I by thee have watcht, "And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars: Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed; Cry, courage! to the field! and thou haft talk'd "Of fallies, and retires; of trenches, tents, "Of palifadoes, (a) fortins, parapets; "Of bafilisks, of cannon, culverin, "Of prisoner's ranfom, and of foldiers flain, "And all the current of a heady fight." Thy fpirit within thee hath been fo at war, And thus hath so beftir'd thee in thy fleep, That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow, Like bubbles in a late-difturbed stream: And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,

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Such as we fee when men reftrain their breath [thefe On fome great fudden haste. O, what portents are Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,

And I must know it; elfe he loves me not.

Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packet gone? Enter Servant.

Serv. He is, my lord, an hour agone.

[Sheriff?

Hot. Hath Butler brought thofe horfes from the
Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought ev'n now.
Hot. What horfe? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not?
Serv. It is, my lord.

Hot. That roan fhall be my Throne.
Well, I will back him ftrait. O Esperance!
Bid Butler lead him forth into the Park.
Lady. But hear you, my Lord.

Hot. What fay'ft thou, my Lady?
Lady. What is it carries you away

Hot. Why, my horfe, my love, my horfe.

Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape! a weazel hath not Such a deal of fpleen as you are toft with.

In faith, I'll know your bufinefs, that I will.
I fear, my brother Mortimer doth ftir
About his Title, and hath fent for you
To line his enterprize: but if you go

answer me

Hot. So far afoot, I fhall be weary, love.
Lady. Come, come, you Paraquito,
Directly to this question, I fhall ask.
I'll break thy little Finger, Harry,
An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.

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Hot. Away, away, you trifler: -love! I love thee

I care not for thee, Kate; this is no world

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To play with mammets, and to tilt with lips.
We must have bloody noses, and crack'd crowns,
And pass them currant too-gods me! my horse. [me?
What fay'ft thou, Kate? what wouldft thou have with
1-mammets,-] i. e. girls.

Mr. Pope.

Lady.

Lady. Do ye not love me? do you not, indeed? Well, do not then. For, fince you love me not, I will not love my felf. Do you not love me? Nay, tell me, if you fpeak in jeft, or no? Hot. Come, wilt thou fee me ride? And when I am o'horse-back, I will fwear, I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate, I must not have you henceforth question me, Whither I go; nor reafon, where about. Whither I muft, I muft; and, to conclude, This evening muft I leave thee, gentle Kate. I know you wife; but yet no further wife Than Harry Percy's wife. Conftant you are, But yet a woman; and for fecrefie,

No lady clofer. For I well believe,

Thou wilt not utter what thou doft not know;

And fo far will I truft thee, gentle Kate.

Lady. How! fo far?

Hot. Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate, Whither I go, thither fhall you go too;

To day will I fet forth, to morrow you.

Will this content you, Kate?

Lady. It muft of force.

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[Exeunt.

Changes to the Boar's-Head Tavern in East-cheap. Enter Prince Henry and Poins.

P. Henry. NE D, pr'ythee come out of that fat room,

and lend me thy hand to laugh a little.

Poins. Where haft been, Hal?

P. Henry. With three or four loggerheads, amongst three or fourfcore hogfheads. I have founded the very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am fworn brother to a leash of drawers, and can call them all by their Chriftian names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis. They take it al

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