doft thou think I'll fear thee as I fear thy father; nay, if I do, let my gridle break! P. Henry. O, if it fhould, how would thy guts fall about thy knees! But, Sirrah, there's no room for faith, truth, nor honefty, in this bofom of thine; it is all fill'd up with guts and midriff. Charge an honeft woman with picking thy pocket! why, thou whorfon, impudent, imbofs'd rafcal, if there were any thing in thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of bawdy-houses, and one poor penny-worth of fugarcandy to make thee long-winded; if thy pocket were enrich'd with any other injuries but thefe, I am a vil lain; and yet you will stand to it, you will not pocket up wrongs. Art thou not afham'd? Fal. Doft thou hear, Hal? thou know'ft, in the state of innocency Adam fell and what fnould poor Jack Falstaff do in the days of villany? thou feest, I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty. You confefs, then, you pick'd my pocket? P. Henry. It appears fo by the ftory. Fal. Hoftefs, I forgive thee: go make ready breakfast; love thy husband, look to thy fervants, and cherish thy guests thou shalt find me tractable to any honeft reafon thou feeft, I am pacify'd ftill. Nay, I pr'ythee, be gone. [Exit Hoftefs. : Now, Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery, lad, -how is that answer'd? P. Henry. O my fweet beef, I must still be good an gel to thee. The money is paid back again. Fal. O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double labour. P. Henry. I am good friends with my father, and may do any thing. Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou do'st, and do it with unwafh'd hands too. Bard. Do, my Lord. P. Henry. I have procur'd thee, Jack, a charge of foot.. Fal. I would it had been of horfe. Where shall I find one that can fteal well? O, for a fine thief, of two and twenty, or thereabout; I am heinously unprovided. Well, Well, God be thank'd for these rebels, they offend none but the virtuous; I laud them, I praise them. P. Henry. Bardolph. Bard. My Lord? P. Henry. Go bear this letter to Lord John of Laneafter, to my brother John; this to my Lord of Westmorland. Go, Peto, to horfe, for thou and I have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner-time. Jack, meet me to-morrow in the Temple hall at two o'clock in the afternoon, there fhalt thou know thy charge, and there receive money and order for their furniture. The land is burning, Percy stands on high; And either they or we must lower lie. Fal. Rare words! brave world! Hoftefs, my breakfast, come: Oh, I could wish this tavern were my drum! [Exeunt. Hot. Changes to Shrewsbury. Enter Hot-fpur, Worcester, and Douglas. WE Ell faid, my Noble Scot; if speaking truth, Should go fo gen'ral current through the world. The tongues of foothers. But a braver place No man fo potent breathes upon the ground, Enter a Messenger. Hot. Do, and 'tis well. -What letters haft thou there? I can but thank you. Me. Thefe come from your father. Hot. Letters from him? why comes he not himself? Meff. Me. He cannot come, my Lord, he's grievous fick. Hot. Heav'ns! how has he the leifure to be fick In fuch a juftling time? who leads his power; Under whofe government come they along? Meff. His letters bear his mind, not I. Hot. His mind! Wor. I pr'ythee, tell me, doth he keep his bed? Me. He did, my Lord, four days ere I fet forth: And at the time of my departure thence, He was much fear'd by his phyficians. Wor. I would the ftate of time had first been whole, Ere he by fickness had been visited; His health was never better worth than now. Hot. Sick now! droop now! this fickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise; 'Tis catching hither, even to our camp. Could not fo foon be drawn: nor thought he meet To fet the exact wealth of all our states All at one caft; to set so rich a main On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour? Doug. 'Faith, and fo we should; A comfort of retirement lives in this. Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto, If that the devil and mifchance look big Upon the maidenhead of our affairs. Wor. But yet I would your father had been here: And breed a kind of question in our caufe: Hot. You ftrain too far. I rather of his abfence make this ufe: It lends a luftre, and more great opinion, Than if the Earl were here; for men must think, Doug. As heart can think; there is not fuch a word Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear. SCENE II. Enter Sir Richard Vernon. Hot. My coufin Vernon, welcome, by my foul! Ver. Pray God, my news be worth a welcome, Lord. The Earl of eftmorland, feven thoufand strong, Is marching hither, with Prince John of Lancatter. Hot. No harm;, what more? Ver. And further, I have learn'd, The King himself in perfon hath fet forth, VOL. IV. Hot. Hot. He fhall be welcome too: where is his fon, Ver. All furnish'd, all in arms, * All plum'd like eftridges, that with the wind As full of fpirit as the month of May, And witch the world with noble horfemanfhip. This praife doth nourish agues; let them come. my horfe, Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a coarse. Oh, that Glendower were come ! Ver. There is more news: I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along, ie. flutter'd the wings. Mr. Pope. Hot. |