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Is ruin'd, and the soule of euery man
Prophetically do fore-thinke thy fall:
Had I so la uish of my presence beene,
So common hackneid in the eyes of men,
So Male and cheap to vulgar company,
Opinion that did helpe me to the crowne
Had still kept loyall to possession,
And left me in reputeles banishment.
A fellow of no marke nor likelihood,
By beeing seldome seene, I could not stir
But like a comet I was wondred at,
That men would tel their children, this is he:
Others would say, where, which is Bullingbrooke :
And then I stole all curtefie from heauen,
And drest my felfe in such humility,
That I did plucke allegiance from mens harts:
Loud shoutes and falutations from their mouthes
Euen in the presence of the crowned king.
Thus I did keepe my person fresh and new,
My presence like a robe pontificall,
Ne're seene, but wondred at, and so my state
Seidome, but sumptuous, shewed like a feast
And wan by rarencs such folemnity.
The skipping king, he ambled vp and downe,
With shallow iesters, and raih bauin wits,
Soone kindled, and soone burnt, carded his state,
Mingled his royalty with carping fooles;
Had his great name prophaned with their scornes,
And

gaue his countenance against his name,
To laugh at gybing boyes, and stand the push
Of euery beardles vaine comparatiue
Grew a companion to the common streetes,
Enfeoft * himselfe to popularity,

Enforc'd.

That

That being dayly swallowed by mens eyes,
They surfetted with hony, and began to loath,
The taft of sweetnes, whereof a little.
More then a little, is by much too much.
So when he had occasion to bee seene,
He was, but as the cuckow is in Iune,
Heard, not regarded: seene but with such

eyes
As sicke and blunted with community,
Affoord no extraordinary gize.
Such as is bent on fun-like maiesty,
When it shines seldome in admiring eyes,
But rather drowzd, and hung their eye-lids downe
Slept in his face, and rendred such aspect
As cloudy men vse to do to * their aduersaries,
Being with his presence, glutted, gorgde and full.
And in that very line, Harry standest thou
For, thou hast lost thy princely priuiledge,
With vile par:icipation, not an eye
But is awery or thy common sight,
Saue mine, which hath desired to see thee more,
Which now doth that I would not haue it doet
Make blind it selfe with foolish tendernes.

Prin I shall hereafter, my thrice gratious lord
Be more my felfe.

King. For all the world
As thou art to this howre, was Richard then,
When I from France set foot at Rauenspurgh,
And euen as I was then is Percy now:
Now by my scepter and my foule to boote,
He hath more worthy interest to the state,
Then thou, the shadow of succession,
For of no right nor colour like to right,
He doth fill fieldes with harnes in the realme,

do to omitted.

& done,

Turns

Turns head against the lions armed iawes,
And being no more indebt to yeares, then thou
Leades ancient lords, and reuerent bilhops on,
To bloody battels, and to brusing armes,
What neuer dying honor hath he got,
Against renowned Dowglas? whose high deedes,
Whose hot incursions, and great name in armes,
Holds from all fouldiers chiefe maiority,
And military title capitall.
Through all the kingdomes that acknowledge Christ,
Thrice hath the Hotspur Mars in swathing clothes,
This infant warriour, in his enterprises,
Discomfited great Dowglas, tane him once,
Enlarged him, and made a friend of him,
To fill the mouth of deepe defiance vp,
And shake the peace and safety of our throne.
And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland,
The archbithops grace of Yorke, Dowglas, Mortimer,
Capitulate against vs, and are vp.
But, wherefore do I tell these newes to thee?
Why, Harry do I tell thee of my foes,
Which art my neer 'It and deerest enemy?
Thou that * art like enough through vafall feare,
Base inclination, and the start of spleene,
To fight against me vnder Percyes pay,
To dog his heeles, and curtlie at his frownes,
To sew how much thou art degenerate.

Prin. Do not thinke so, you shall not finde it so,
And God forgiue thein, that so much haue fwayde
Your maiesties good thoughts away from me:
I will redeeme all this on Percyes head :
And in the closing of some glorious day
Be bold to tell you that I am your sonne,

* Tbat iban,

When

When I will weare a garment all of bloud,
And staine my fauours in a bloudy maske,
Which washt away, shall scoure my shame with it.
And that shall be the day, when ere it lights
That this fame child of honour and renowne,
This gallant Hotspur, this all-praysec knight,
And your vnthought of Harry chance to meet,
For euery honor fitting * on his heme,
Would they were multitudes, and on my head
My shames redoubled. For the time will come
That I shall make this northerne youth exchange
His glorious deedes for my indignities,
Percy is but my factor, good my lord
To engroTe my glorious deedes on my behalfe.
And I will call hiin to to strict account,
That he shall render euery glory vp,
Yea, euen the fleightest wor hip of his time,
Or I will teare the reckoning from his heart.
This is the name of God I promise here,
The which if he be pleas'd I shall performe
I do beseech your maiesty may salue,
The long growne woundes of my intemperance :
If not, the end of life cancels all bands,
And I will die a hundred thousand deaths,
Ere breake the smallest parcell of this vow.

King. A hundred thousand rebels die in this,
Thou shalt haue charge, and foueraigne trust herein.
How now good Blunt ? thy lookes are full of speed,

Enter Blunt.

Blunt. So hath the busines that I come to speake of. Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word,

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That Dowglas and the English rebels met
The eleuenth of this month at Shrewsburie:
A mighty and a fearefull head they are,
(If promises be kept on euery hand)
As euer offered foule play in a state.

King. The earle of Westmerland set forth to day,
With him my soone lord Ihn of Lancaster,
For this aduertisement is fiue daies old,
On Wednesday next Harry thou falt * set forward
On Thursday, we our selues will march. Our meeting
Is Bridgenorth, and Harry you shall march
Through Glocefter sbire, by which account
Our busines valued some twelue daies hence
Our generall forces at Bridgenorth shall mect.
Our hands are full of busines, let's away,
Aduantage fecdes him fat, while men delay. Exeunt.

Enter Falstalffe and Bardoll. Fal. Bardoll, am I not falne away vilely since this last action? do I not bate? doe I not dwindle ? why my skin hangs about me like an old ladies loose gowne. I am withered like an olde apple lohn. Well, Ile repent, and that sodainely, while I am in some liking, I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall haue no strength to repent. And I haue not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a peppercorne, a brewers horse, the inside of a church. Company, villanous company hath been the spoyle of me.

Bar. Sir lohn, you are so fretfull, you can not live long.

Fal. Why there is it; come, sing me a bawdy song, make me merry: I was as vertuously giuen, as a gentleman need to be, vertuous enough, swore little, dic'd not aboue feuen times a weeke, went to a bawdy houfa not aboue once in a quarter of an houre, paide money that I borrowed three or foure

you feall.

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