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Enter the theeues againe. Fall. Come my masters, let vs share, and then to horse before day : and the prince and Poynes be not two arrant cowardes, there's no equity stirring, theres no more valour in that Poynes, than in a wild duck.

As they are sharing, the prince and Prin. Your money.

Poines set upon them, they all runne Poin. Villaines.

away, and Falstaffe after a blow or two runs away too, leauing the

booty behind then. Prin. Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse, the theeues are scattered, and poffest with feare so strongly, that they dare not meete each other, each takes his fellow for an officer; away good Ned, Falsaffe sweares * to deach, and lards the leane earth as he walkes along: wert not for laughing, I should pitty him. Poines. How the rogue roard,

Exeunt.

Enter Hotspur folus, reading a letter. But for mine owne part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respeet of the loue I beare your house.

He could be cotented, why is he not then? in the respect of the loue he beares our house: he showes in this, he loues his owne barne better then he loues our house. Let me see some more.

The purpose you vndertake is dangerous.

Why thats certaine, tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleepe, to drinke; but I tell you (my lord foole) out of this nettle danger, we plucke this flower safety. The purpose you undertake is dangerous, the friendes you haue named uncertaine, the time it felfe unforted, and your whole plot too light, for the counterpoife of fo great an opposition. Jweales,

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Say you fo, say you so, I say vnto you againe, you are a Thallow cowardly hinde, and you lie : what a lack-braine is this ? by the Lord our plot is a good plot as euer was laid, our frind * true and constant : a good plot, good friends, and ful of expectation : an excellent plot, very good friends; what a frosty spirited rogue is this? why, my lord of Yorke commends the plot, and the generall course of the action zounds and I were now by this rascall, I could braine him with his ladies fanne. Is there not my father, my vncle, and my felfe, lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of rorke, and Owen Glendower ? Is there not besides the Dewglas ? Haue I not all their letters to meete me in armes by the ninth of the next month? and are they not some of them fet forward already? what a Pagan rascall is this, and infidell? ha, you shall see now in very fincerity of feare and cold heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could divide my felfe, and goe to buffets, for mouing such a dish of skim milke with so honorable an action. Hang him, let him tell the king, we are prepared, I will set forward to night.

Enter his lady.
How now Kate, I must leave you within these two houres.

Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus alone ?
For what offence haue I this fortnight bin
A banifht woman from my Harries bed ?
Tell mee, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee
Thy stomacke, pleasure, and thy golden Neepe?
Why dost thou bend thine eyes vpon the earth,
And start so often when thou fitft alone?
Why halt thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheekes,
And giuen my treasures and my rights of thee,
To thick-eyd musing, and curst melancholy?
La my faint numbers, I by thee + watcht,

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tibee have.

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And heard thee murmure tales of yron warres,
Speake tearmes of manage to thy bounding steed,
Cry courage to the field : and thou hast talkt
Of fallies; and retires, trenches *, tents,
Of pallizadoes, frontiers, parapets,
Of basiliks, of canon, culuerin,
Of prisoners ransome, and of souldeirs Naine,
And all the current, of a heddy fight,
Thy spirit within thee hath bin so at war,
And thus hath so bestird thee in thy sleepe,
That beds of sweat hath + stood vpon thy brow,
Like bubbles in a late disturbed streame,
And in thy face strange motions haue apeard,
Such as we see when men restraine their breath,
On some great sodaine haft.' O what portents are these?
Some heauy busines hath my lord in hand,
And I must know it, else he loues me not.

riot. What ho, is Gilliams with the packet gone?
Ser. He is my lord, an houre agoe.
Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriffe ?
Ser. One horse, my lord, he brought euen now.
Hot. What horse ? a roane, a crop eare, is it not?
Ser. It is, my lord.

Hot. That roane shall be my throne. Well, I will backe him straight. Esperance, bid Butler lead him foorth into the parke.

La. But heare you my lord.
Hot. What saielt thou my lady?
La. What is it carries you away?
Hot. What, my horse (my loue) my horse.

La. Out you mad-headed ape, a weazel hath not such a deale of spleene, as you are tost with. In faith Ile know your busincs Harry, that I will: I feare, my brother Mortimer

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Hot. So far a foote, I shall be weary, loue.

La. Come, come, you paraquito, answere me directly, vnto this question that I shal aske: in faith Ile break thy little finger Harry, and if thou wilt not tell me all things true.

Hot. Away, away, you trifler, loue; I loue thee not,
I care not for thee Kate, this is no world
To play with ma nmets, and to tilt with lips,
We must haue bloudie nofes, and crackt crownes,
And palie them currant too: gods me my horse.
What failt thou Kate; what wouldlt thou haue with me?

La. Do you not love me? do you not indeede?
Wel, do not then? for since you loue me not,
I will not loue my selfe. Do you not loue me?
Nay, tel me if you speake in ieast, or no?

Hot. Come wilt thou see me ride?
And when I am a horse back, I will sweare,
I loue thce infinitely. But harke you Kate,
I must not have you henceforth, question me?
Whither I go: nor reason where about.
Whither I must, I must: and to conclude,
This euening must I leaue you gentle Kate.
I know you wise, but yet no farther wise,
Then Harry Percyes wife. Constant you are,
But yet a woman, and for secrecy,
No lady closer, for I will belceue,
Thou wilt not vtter what thou dost not know:
And so fare will I trust thee, gentle Kate.

La. How, so far?

Hot. Not an inch further : but harke you Kate, Whither I goe, thither shall you goe too :

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To day will I set foorth * to morrow you :
Will this content you

Kate?
Lady. It must of force.

Exeunt.

Enter prince and Poines. Prince. Ned, prethee come out of that fat roome, and lend mee thy hand to laugh a little.

Poines. Where hast been Hal?

Prin. With three or foure logger-heads, amongst three or foure fcore hogs-heads. I haue founded the very base string of humilitie. Sirra, I am sworne brother to a leash of draw. ers, and can call them all by their christian names, as Tom, Dicke, and Francis : they take it already vpon their faluation, that though I be but prince of Wales, yet I ain the king of curtefie; and tell mee flatly, I am not + proud lack, like Falstaffe; but a Corinthian; a lad of mettall, a good boy (by the Lord so they call me) and when I am king of England, I shall commande all the good lads in Eastcheape. They call drinking decpe, dying scarlet: and when you breath in your watring, they cry hem, and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am so good a proficient in one quarter of an houre, that I can drinke with any tinker in his owne language during my life. If tell thee Ned, thou hast loft much honour, that thou wert not with me in this action : but sweet Ned; to sweeten which name of Ned, I giue thee this peniworth of sugar, clapt euen now into my hand by an vnder skinker, one that neuer spake other English in his life, then eight sbillinges and fixe pence : and, you are welcome, with this shrill acdi. tion, anon, anon fir; skore a pint of basard in the halje mcone, or so, But Ned, to driuc away time till Fallafe come, I prethee doe thou stand in some by roome, while I question my puny drawer, to what end he gaue me the sugar,

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