P. Henry. I know, thou doft.

Fal. But to fay, I know more harm in him than in myself, were to fay more than I know. That he is old, the more is the pity, his white hairs do witnefs it; but that he is, (faving your reverence,) a whoremaster, that I utterly deny. If fack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked! if to be old and merry, be a fin, then many an old Hoft, that I know, is damn'd: if to be fat, be to be hated, then Pharoah's lean kine are to be lov'd. No, my good lord, banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banifh Poins; but for fweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff; banish not him thy Harry's company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.

P. Henry. I do, I will.

[Knocking; and Hoftefs goes out.

Enter Bardolph running.

Bard. O, my lord, my lord, the Sheriff with a most monftrous Watch, is at the door.

Fal. Out, you rogue! play out the Play: I have much to say in behalf of that Falstaff.

Re-enter the Hoftefs.

Hoft. O, my lord, my lord!

Fal. Heigh, heigh, the devil rides upon a fiddleftick what's the matter?

Hoft. The Sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they are come to search the house: fhall I let them in? Fal. Doft thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of gold a counterfeit thou art effentially mad, without feeming fo.

P. Henry. And thou a natural coward, without inftinct.

Fal. I deny your major; if you will deny the Sheriff, fo; if not, let him enter. If I become not a

cart

cart as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up; I hope, I fhall as foon be ftrangled with a halter, as another.

P. Henry. Go, hide thee behind the arras, the rest walk up above. Now, my mafters, for a true face and good conscience.

Fal. Both which I have had; but their date is out, and therefore I'll hide me.

[Exeunt Falftaff, Bardolph, &c.

P. Henry. Call in the Sheriff.

SCENE XII.

Enter Sheriff and Carrier.

Now, mafter Sheriff, what is your will with me? Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry Hath follow'd certain men unto this houfe.

P. Henry. What men?

Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious lord, A grofs fat man.

Car. As fat as butter.

P. Henry. The man, I do affure you, is not here, For I myself at this time have imploy'd him; And, Sheriff, I engage my word to thee, That I will, by to-morrow dinner time, Send him to answer thee, or any man, For any thing he fhall be charg'd withal: And fo let me intreat you leave the house. Sher. I will, my lord: there are two gentlemen Have in this robbery loft three hundred marks. P. Henry. It may be fo; if he have robb'd thefe

men,

He fhall be anfwerable; and fo farewel.

Sher. Good night, my noble lord.

P. Henry. I think, it is good morrow, is it not? Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock.

P. Henry.

P. Henry. This oily rafcal is known as well as Paul's:

go call him forth.

Peto. Falstaff

fast asleep, behind the arras,

and fnorting like a horse.

P. Henry. Hark, how hard he fetches breath: fearch his Pockets.

[He fearches his pockets, and finds certain papers. P. Henry. What haft thou found?

Peto. Nothing but papers, my lord.

P. Henry. Let's fee, what be they? read them.
Peto. Item, a capon, 25. 2 d. }

Item, Sauce, 4.d.

Item, Sack, two gallons, 55. 8 d.

Item, Anchoves and fack after fupper, 25. 6 d.
Item, Bread, a halfpenny.

P. Henry. O monftrous! but one halfpenny-worth of bread, to this intolerable deal of fack? What there is elfe, keep clofe,, we'll read it at more advantage; there let him fleep till day. I'll to the Court in the morning: we must all to the wars, and thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot, and, I know, his death will be a march of twelvescore. the money fhall be paid back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning; and fo good-morrow, Peto..

Peto. Good-morrow, good my

lord.

[Exeunt.

ACT

III.

SCENE I.

The Archdeacon of Bangor's House in Wales.

Enter Hot-fpur, Worcester, Lord Mortimer, and Owen Glendower.

MORTIMER.

TH

HESE promifes are fair, the parties fure, And our induction full of profp'rous hope. VOL. V.

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Hot

Hot. Lord Mortimer, and coufin Glendower,

Will you fit down?

And, uncle Worcester

I have forgot the map.

Glend. No, here it is;

-a plague upon it!

Sit, coufin Percy; fit, good coufin Hot-fpur:
For, by that name, as oft as Lancaster

Doth fpeak of you, his cheek looks pale; and with
A rifing figh, he wifheth you in heav'n.

Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of.

Glend. I blame him not: at my Nativity, The front of heav'n was full of fiery fhapes, Of burning Creffets; know, that, at my birth, The frame and the foundation of the earth Shook like a coward.

Hot. So it wou'd have done

At the fame feafon, if your mother's cat

Had kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born.
Glend. I fay, the earth did shake when I was born.
Hot. I fay, the earth then was not of
If you fuppofe, as fearing you, it shook.

my

mind;

Glend. The heav'ns were all on fire, the earth did

tremble.

[fire,

Hot. O, then the earth fhook to fee the heav`ns on And not in fear of your nativity.

Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth

In ftrange eruptions; and the teeming earth
Is with a kind of cholic pinch'd and vext,

By the imprisoning of unruly wind

Within her womb; which, for enlargement ftriving,
Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down
High tow'rs and mofs-grown fteeples. At your birth,
Our grandam earth, with this diftemperature,
In paffion fhook.

Glend. Coufin, of many men

I do not bear these croffings: give me leave
To tell you once again, that at my birth

The

The front of heav'n was full of fiery shapes;
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were ftrangely clam'rous in the frighted fields:
These figns have mark'd me extraordinary,
And all the courfes of my life do fhew,

I am not in the roll of common men.
Where is he living, clipt in with the fea

That chides the banks of England, Wales, or Scotland,
Who calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
And bring him out, that is but woman's fon,
Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,
Or hold me pace in deep experiments.

Hot. I think, there is no man fpeaks better Welsh. I'll to dinner

Mort. Peace, coufin Percy; you will make him mad. Glend. I can call Spirits from the vafty deep. Hot. Why, fo can I, or fo can any man: But, will they come when you do call for them? Glend. Why, I can teach thee to command the devil. Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to fhame the devil, By telling truth; Tell truth and fhame the devil. If thou haft pow'r to raife him, bring him hither, And I'll be fworn, I've pow'r to fhame him hence. Oh, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. Mort. Come, come!

No more of this unprofitable chat. ›

[head Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made Against my pow'r; thrice from the banks of Wye, And fandy-bottom'd Severn, have I fent

Him bootlefs home, and weather-beaten back.

Hot. Home, without boots, and in foul weather too! How 'fcapes he agues, in the devil's name? [Right, Glend. Come, here's the Map: Shall we divide our According to our threefold order ta'en?

Mort. Th' Archdeacon hath divided it
Into three limits, very equally:

England, from Trent, and Severn hitherto,
By fouth and caft, is to my part affign'd:

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