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P. Hen. I care not.

[Retires. Poins. Sir John, I pr'ythee, leave the prince and me alone; I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure, that he shall go.

Fal. Well, may'st thou have the spirit of persuasion, and he the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest may move, and what he hears may be believed, that the true prince may (for recreation sake) prove a false thief; for the poor abuses of the time want countenance. Farewell: you shall find me in Eastcheap.

[Exit. P. Hen. Farewell, thou latter spring! farewell, All-hallown summer!

(Advances. Poins. Now my good sweet honey lord, ride wiih us to-morrow; I have a jest to execute, that I cannot manage alone. Falstaff

, Bardolph, Peto, and Gadshill, shall rob those men that we have already waylaid; yourself, and I, will not be there: and when they have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head from my shoulders.

P. Hen. But how shall we part with them in sets ting forth i

Poins. Why, we will set forth before, or after them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at our pleasure to fail; and then will they adventure upon the exploit themselves : which they shall have no sooner atchieved, but we'll set upon them.

P. Hen. Ay, but’tis like, that they will know us, by our horses, by our habits, and by every ment, to be ourselves.

Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see, I'll tie them in the wood ; our visors we will change, after we leave them; and I have cases of buckram for the nonce, to inmask our noted outward garments.

P. Hen. But I doubt they will he too hard for us.

Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be as true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, l'il for

other appoint.

swear arms.

The virtue of this jest will be, the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will tell us, when we meet at supper: how thirty, at least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what extremities he endured; and, in the reproof of this, lies the jest.

P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee ; provide us all things necessary, and meet me in Eastcheap. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord.

[Exit. P. Hen. I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness: Yet herein will I imitate the sun; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes, Than that which hath no foil to set it off, I'll so offend, to make offence a skill; Redeeming time, when men think least I will. [Exit.

SCENE III.

The Council Chamber.

Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.

King Henry, PRINCE John, EARL OF WESTMORE

LAND, EARL OF WORCESTER, EARL OF North-
UMBERLAND, HOTSPUR, Sir W. BLUNT, Sir R.
Vernon, and other Gentlemen, discovered.
K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and tempe-

rate,
Unapt to stir at these indignities,
And
you

have found me; for, accordingly, You tread upon my patience; but, be sure, I will from henceforth rather be myself, Mighty, and to be fear'd, than my condition ; Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down, And, therefore, lost that title of respect, Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the proud.

Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves The scourge of greatness to be us’d on it; And that same greatness too, which our own hands Have holp to make so portly.

North. My lord,

K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see
Danger and disobedience in thine eye:
0, sir,
Your presence

is too bold and peremptory ;
And majesty might never yet endure
The moody frontier of a servant brow.
You have good leave to leave us : when we need

Your use and counsel, we shall send for

you.

[Exit WORCESTER. You were about to speak.

North. Yea, my good lord.
Those prisoners, in your highness' name demanded,
Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
Were, as he says, not with such strength deny'd,
As is deliver’d to your majesty.

Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
But, I remember, when the fight was done,
When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil,
Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress’d,
Fresh as a bridegroom : and his chin, new reap'd,
Show'd like a stubble land at harvest home:
He was perfumed like a milliner;
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box, which, ever and anon,
He
gave

his nose, and took't away again ;
And still he smild, and talk'd;
And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He call'd them--untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly, unhandsome, corse,
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
With many holiday and lady terms,
He question’d me; among the rest demanded
My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf.
I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold,
To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
Out of my grief and my impatience,
Answer’d, neglectingly, I know not what;
He should, or he should noţ; for he made me mad,
To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,
And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman,
Of guns, and drums, and wounds --(Heaven save the

mark!)— And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmacity, for an inward bruise ;

And that it was great pity, so it was,
That villanous saltpetre should be digg’d
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.
This bald, unjointed chat of his, my lord,
I answer'd indirectly, as I said;
And, I beseech you, let not his report
Come current for an accusation,
Betwixt my love and your high majesty.

Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord,
Whatever Harry Percy then had said,
To such a person, and in such a place,
At such a time, with all the rest re-told,
May reasonably die, and never rise
To do him wrong, or any way impeach
What then he said, so he unsay it now.

K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners ;
But with proviso, and exception,-
That we, at our own charge, shall ransom straight
His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer;
Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd
The lives of those, that he did lead to fight
Against the great magician, damn’d Glendower;
Whose daughter, as we hear, the Earl of March
Hath lately marry’d. Shall our coffers then
Be empty'd, to redeem a traitor home?
Shall we buy treason? and indent with fears
When they have lost and forfeited themselves ?
No, on the barren mountains let him starve ;
For I shall never hold that man my friend,
Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost,
To ransom home revolted Mortimer.

Hot. Revolted Mortimer!
He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
But by the chance of war:—To prove that true,
Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds,

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