Holds from all foldiers chief majority,
And military title capital,

Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Chrift?
Thrice hath this Hotfpur, Mars in fwathing cloaths,
This infant warrior. in his enterprises,
Discomfited great Douglas, ta'en him once,
Enlarged him, and made a friend of him,
To fill the mouth of deep defiance up,

And shake the peace and safety of our throne.
And what fay you to this? Percy, Northumberland,
Th' Archbishop's Grace of York, Douglas, and Mor-
timer,

Capitulate against us, and are up.

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But wherefore do I tell this news to thee?
Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
Which art my near'ft and deareft enemy ?
Thou that art like enough, through vaffal fear,
Bafe inclination, and the ftart of ipleen,
To fight against me under Percy's pay,
To dog his heels, and curt'fie at his frowns,
To fhow how much thou art degenerate.

P. Henry. Do not think fo, you fhall not find it fo:
And Heav'n forgive them, that fo much have fway'd
Your Majefty's good thoughts away from me!
I will redeem all this on Percy's head,
And in the clofing of fome glorious day,
Be bold to tell you that I am your fon;
When I will wear a garment all of blood,
And ftain my favours in a bloody mask,
Which, wafh'd away, fhall fcower my fhame with it.
And that fhall be the day, whene'er it lights,
That this fame child of honour and renown,
This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,
And your unthought of Harry, chance to meet.
For every honour fitting on his helm,
'Would they were multitudes, and on my head
My fhames redoubled! for the time will come
That I fhall make this northern youth exchange
His glorious deeds for my indignities.
Percy is but my factor, good my Lord,

Dearest is most fatal, most mischievous. Johnson.

T' engross up glorious deeds on my behalf;
And I will call him to fo ftrict account,
That he fhall render every glory up,

Yea, even the flighteft worship of his time,
Or I will tear the reck'ning from his heart.
This in the name of Heav'n I promise here:
The which, if I perform, and do furvive,
I do befeech your Majesty may falve
The long-grown wounds of my intemperance.
If not, the end of life cancels all bonds;
And I will die an hundred thousand deaths
Ere break the finalleft parcel of this vow.

K. Henry. A hundred thousand rebels die in this! Thou shalt have charge and fovereign trust herein.

Enter Blunt.

How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed.
Blunt. So is the bufinefs that I come to fpeak of.
Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath fent word,
That Douglas and the English rebels met
Th' eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury :
A mighty and a fearful head they are,
If promifes be kept on ev'ry hand,
As ever offer'd foul-play in a state.

K. Henry. The Earl of Westmorland fet forth to-day,

With him my fon, Lord John of Lancaster;
For this advertisement is five days old.

On Wednesday next, Harry, thou fhalt fet forward;
On Thursday we ourselves will march: our meeting
Is at Bridgenorth; and, Harry, you shall march
Thro' Glo'fterfhire: by which, fome twelve days
hence,

Our general forces at Bridgenorth fhall meet.
Our hands are full of bufinefs: let's away,
Advantage feeds him fat while men delay. [Exeunt.

SCENE V.

Changes to the Boar's-Head Tavern in Eastcheap.

Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.

Fal. Bardolph, am not I fall'n away vilely fince this laft action? Do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, my fkin hangs about me like an old lady's loofe gown; I am wither'd like an old apple-john. Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in fome liking; I fhall be out of heart fhortly, and then I fhall have no ftrength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the infide of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horfe. The in- . fide of a church!-Company, villainous compahath been the fpoil of me.

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Bard. Sir John, you are fo fretful you cannot live long.

Fal. Why, there is it; come, fing me a bawdy fong, to make me merry. I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; fwore little; diced not above feven times a-week went to a bawdy-house not above once in a quar ter of an hour; paid money that I borrowed, three or four times; lived well, and in good compass; and now I live out of all order, out of all compafs.

Bard. Why, you are fo fat, Sir John, that you muft needs be out of all compafs, out of all reafonable compafs, Sir John.

Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life. Thou art our admiral, thou beareft the lanthorn in the poop, but 'tis in the nofe of thee; thou art the knight of the burning lamp.

Bard. Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm. Fal. No, I'll be fworn I make as good use of it as many a man doth of a death's head, or a memento mori. I never see thy face but I think upon hellfire, and Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his robes, burning, burning.If thou wert

any way given to virtue, I would fwear by thy face; my oath fhould be, by this fire: but thou art altogether given over, and wert indeed, but for the light in thy face, the fon of utter darkness. When thou rann'ft up Gads-hill in the night to catch my horfe, if I did not think thou hadst been an ignis fatuus, or a ball of wild-fire, there is no purchase in money. O, thou art a perpetual triumph, an everlasting bone-fire light; thou haft faved me a thousand marks in links and torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt tavern and tavern; but the fack that thou haft drunk me would have bought me lights as good cheap at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have maintained that Salamander of yours with fire any time this two and thirty years, Heav'n reward me for it!

Bard. 'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly. Fal. God-a-mercy! fo fhould I be fure to be heart-burn'd.

Enter Hoftefs.

How now, Dame Partlet the hen, have ye enquir'd yet who pick'd my pocket?

Hoft. Why, Sir John! what do you think, Sir John? do you think I keep thieves in my houfe? I have fearch'd, I have enquired, fo has my husband, man by man, boy by boy, fervant by fervant. The tithe of a hair was never loft in my house before.

Fal. Ye lie, hoftefs; Bardolph was fhav'd, and loft many a hair; and I'll be fworn, my pocket was pick'd; go to, you are a woman, go.

Heft. Who, I? I defy thee; I was never call'd fo in mine own houfe before.

Fal Go to, I know you well enough.

Hoft. No, Sir John; you do not know me, Sir John; I know you, sir John; you owe me money, Sir John, and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it. I bought you a dozen of fhirts to your back.

Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas; I have given them away to bakers' wives, and they have made boulters of them.

Hoft. Now as I am a true woman, Holland of eight fhillings an ell: you owe money here besides, Sir John, for your diet and by-drinkings, and money lent you, four and twenty pounds.

Fal. He had his part of it, let him pay.

Host. He? alas ! he is poor, he hath nothing. Fal. How! poor? look upon his face; what call you rich? let him coin his note, let him coin his cheeks: I'll not pay a denier. What, will you make a yonker of me? Shall I not take mine eafe in mine inn, but I fhall have my pocket pick'd? I have loft a feal-ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark. Host. O Jefu! I have heard the prince tell him, I know not how oft, that the ring was copper.

Fal. How? the prince is a Jack, a freak-cup; and if he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog if he would fay fo.

Enter Prince Henry marching, and Falstaff meets him, playing on his truncheon like a fife.

Fal. How now, lad? is the wind in that door? muft we all march?

Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.
Hoft. My Lord, I pray you hear me.

P. Henry. What fay'it thou, Mrs Quickly? how does thy husband?, I love him well, he is an honest

man.

Hoft. Good my Lord, hear me.

Fal. Pr'ythee let her alone, and lift to me.

P. Henry. What fay'st thou, Jack?

Fal. The other night I fell asleep here behind the arras, and had my pocket pick'd. This houfe is turn'd bawdyhoufe, they pick pockets.

P. Henry. What didft thou lofe, Jack?

Fal. Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds of forty pounds a piece, and a feal-ring of my grandfather's.

P. Henry. A trifle, fome eight-penny matter.

Hoft. So I told him, my Lord; and I faid, I heard your Grace fay fo; and, my Lord, he speaks mest VO L. V. F