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X. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of this SCENE II. - The same. Another Room in the broil

Brake off our business for the Holy land.
West. This, match'd with other, did, my gracious

Enter Henry, Prince of Wales, and FalstATT. lord;

Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad ? For more uneven and unwelcome news

P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking Came from the north, and thus it did import. of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there, and sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald, hast forgotten to demand that truly which thou That ever-valiant and approved Scot,

would'st truly know. What a devil hast thou to At Holmedon met,

do with the time of the day ? unless hours were Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour ; cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the As by discharge of their artillery,

tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping And shape of likelihood, the news was told ; houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair bot For he that brought them, in the very heat

wench' in flame colour'd taffata; I see no reason, And pride of their contention did take horse, why thou should'st be so superfluous to demand the Uncertain of the issue any way.

time of the day. K. Hen. Here is a dear and true-industrious Fal. Indeed, you come near me, now, Hal: for friend,

we, that take purses, go by the moon and seven Sr Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, stars ; and not by Phæbus, - he, that wandering Stain'd with the variation of each soil

knight so fair. And, I pray thee, sweet wag, when Betwixt that Hoinedon and this seat of ours; thou art king, - as, God save thy grace, (majesty, And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news, I should say ; for grace thou wilt have none,) The eart of Douglas is discomfited ;

P. Hen. What! none ? Ten thousand bold Scots, two-and-wenty knights, Fal. No, by my troth; not so much as will serve Balk'd in their own blood, did sir Walter see to be prologue to an egg and butter. On Holmedon's plains : of prisoners, Hotspur P. Hen. Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly.

Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art Mordake the earl of Fife, and eldest son

king, let not us, that are squires of the night's To beaten Douglas; and the earls of Athol, body, be called thieves of the day's beauty ; let us Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith.

be - Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, And is not this an honourable spoil ?

minions of the moon: And let men say, we be men A gallant prize ? ha, cousin, is it not?

of good government ; being governed as the sea is, West In faith,

by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.

whose countenance we - steal. K. Her. Yea, there thou mak’st me sad, and P. Hen. Thou say'st well; and it holds well too : mak'st me sin

for the fortune of us, that are the moon's men, In envy that my lord Northumberland

doth ebb and flow like the sea; being governed as should be the father of so blest a son :

the sea is, by the moon. As, for proof, now : A A son, who is the theme of honour's tongue; purse of gold most resolutely snatched on Monday Ainongst a grove, the very straightest plant ; night, and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday mornWho is sweet fortune's minion, and ber pride : ing; got with swearing — lay by; and spent with Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, crying -- bring in : now, in as low an ebb as the See riot and dishonour stain the brow

foot of the ladder : and, ty and by, in as high a Of my young Harry. O, that it could be prov'd, flow as the ridge of the grows. That somne night-tripping fairy had exchang'd Fal. By the lord, thou say'st true, lad. And is la cradle-clothes our children where they lay, not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench? And call'd mine — Percy, his — Plantagenet ! P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of Then would I have his Harry, and he inine. the castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most sweet But let him from my thoughts : —

What think robe of durance ? you, coz',

Fal. How now, how now, mad wag? what, in Of this young Percy's pride ? the prisoners, thy quips, and thy quiddities? what a plague have Which he in this adventure hath surpriz’d,

I to do with a buff jerkin? To his own use he keeps; and sends me word, P. Hen. Why, what a pox have I to do with my I shall have none bat Mordake earl of Fife. hostess of the tavern ? West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is Wor- Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning, cester,

many a time and oft. Malevolent to you in all aspects ;

P. Hen. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part? Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up Fal. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid The crest of youth against your dignity.

all there. K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin this:

would stretch ; and, where it would not, I have And, for this cause, awhile we must neglect used my credit. Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.

Fal. Yea, and so used it, that were it not here Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we apparent that thou art heir apparent, — But, I pr'ye Will hold at Windsor, so inform the lords : thee, sweet wag, shall there be gallows standing in But come yourself with speed to us again ; England when thou art king ? and resolution thus For more is to be said, and to be done,

fobbed as it is, with the rusty curb of old father Than out of anger can be uttered.

antick the law? Do not thou, when thou art king, West. I will, my liege.

(Exeunt. hang a thief.


P. Hen. No; thou shalt.

traders riding to London with fat purses: I have Ful. Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a visors for you all, you have horses for yourselves; brave judge.

Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester ; I have bespoke P. Hen. Thou judgest false already; I mean, supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap; we may do it thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and so as secure as sleep: If you will go, I will stuff your become a rare hangman.

purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry at home, Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps and be hanged. with my humour, as well as waiting in the court, Fal. Hear me, Yedward; if I tarry at home and I can tell you.

go not, I'll hang you for going. P. Hen. For obtaining of suits ?

Poins. You will, chops ? Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suits : whereof the Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one ? hangman hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as P. Hen. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my melancholy as a gib cat, or a lugged bear.

faith. P. Hen. Or an old lion; or a lover's lute. Fal. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good

Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bag- fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood pipe.

royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings. P. Hen. What say'st thou to a hare, or the me- P. Hen. Well, then, once in my days I'll be a lancholy of Moor-ditch ?

mad-cap. Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury


and Fal. Why, that's well said. art, indeed, the most comparative, rascalliest, – P. Hen. Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home. sweet young prince, - But, Hal, I pr’ythee, trouble Fal. By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when me no more with vanity. I would to God, thou thou art king. and I knew where a commodity of good names P. Hen. I care not. were to be bought: An old lord of the council Poins. Sir John, I priythee, leave the prince and rated me the other day in the street about you, sir; me alone ; I will lay him down such reasons for this but I marked him not: and yet he talked very adventure, that he shall go. wisely; but I regarded him not: and yet he talked Fal. Well, may'st thou have the spirit of persuawisely, and in the street too.

sion, and he the ears of profiting, that what thou P. Hen. Thou did’st well; for wisdom cries out speakest may move, and what he hears may be bein the streets, and no man regards it.

lieved, that the true prince may (for recreation sake) Fal. O, thou hast damnable iteration : and art, prove a false thief; for the poor abuses of the time indeed, able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done want countenance. Farewell : You shall find me much harm upon me, Hal, God forgive thee for in Eastcheap. it! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and P. Hen. Farewell, thou latter spring! Farewell now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better All-hallown summer!

(Erit Falstaff. than one of the wicked. I must give over this life, Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride and I will give it over; by the Lord, an I do not, with us to-morrow; I have a jest to execute, that I I am a villain ; I'll be damned, for never a king's cannot manage alone. Falstaff

, Bardolph, Peto, son in Christendom.

and Gadshill, shall rob those men that we have P. Hen. Where shall we take a purse to-morrow, already way-laid; yourself, and I, will not be there: Jack ?

and when they have the booty, if you and I do not Fal. Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one; an I rob them, cut this head from my shoulders. do not, call me villain, and baffle me.

P. Hen. But how shall we part with them in setP. Hen. I see a good amendment of life in thee; ting forth ? from praying, to purse-taking.

Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after Enter Porns, at a distance.

them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wherein

it is at our pleasure to fail : and then will they Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no adventure upon the exploit themselves : which they sin for a man to labour in his vocation. Poins ! shall have no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a match. them. O, if men were to be saved by merit, what hole in P. Hen. Ay, but 'tis like, that they will know hell were hot enough for him? This is the most us, by our horses, by our habits, and by every other omnipotent villain that ever cried, Stand to a true appointment, to be ourselves.

Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see, I'N P. Hen. Good morrow, Ned.

tie them in the wood; our visors we will change, Poins. Good morrow, sweet Hal. — What says after we leave them; and, sirrah, I have cases of monsieur Remorse? What says sir John Sack-and-buckram for the nonce, to immask our noted outward Sugar? Jack, how agrees the devil and thee about garments. thy soul, that thou soldest him on Good-friday last, P. Hen. But, I doubt, they will be too hard for for a cup of Madeira, and a cold capon's leg ?

P. Hen. Sir John stands to his word, the devil Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to shall have his bargain ; for he was never yet a be as truc-bred cowards as ever turned back; and breaker of proverbs, he will give the devil his due. for the third, if he fight longer than he sees res

Poins. Then art thou damn'd for keeping thy son, I'll forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will word with the devil..

be, the incomprehensible lies that this same fat P. Hen. Else he had been damn'd for cozening rogue will tell us, when we meet at supper: how the devi).

thirty, at least, he fought with ; what wards, what Poins. But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morn- blows, what extremities he endured ; and, in the ing, by four o'clock, early at Gadshill : There are reproof of this, lies the jest. pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offerings, and P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee; provide us all



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things necessary, and meet me to-morrow night in | Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Eastcheap, there I'll sup. Farewell.

Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Pains. Farewell, my lord. (Exit Porns. Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap’d,

P. Hen. I know you all, and will awhile uphold Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; The unyok'd humour of your idleness ;

He was perfumed like a milliner;
Yet berein will I imitate the sun ;

And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
To smother up his beauty from the world,

He gave his nose, and took't away again ;
That when he please again to be himself,

Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, Took it in snuff: – and still he smil'd and talk'd ; By breaking through the foul and ugly mists And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.

He call'd them — untaught knaves, unmannerly, If all the year were playing holidays,

To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse To sport would be as tedious as to work ;

Betwixt the wind and his nobility. But, when they seldom come, they wish'd-for come, With many holiday and lady terms And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.

He question'd me; among the rest, demanded So, when this loose behaviour I throw off,

My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf. And pay the debt I never promised,

I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, By how much better than my word I am,

To be so pester'd with a popinjay, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ;

Out of my grief and my impatience, And, like bright metal on a sullen ground,

Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what ; My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,

He should, or he should not; - for he made me Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes,

mad, Than that which hath no foil to set it off.

To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, I'll so offend, to make offence a skill ;

And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman, Redeerning time, when men think least I will. Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the


mark !)

And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth SCENE III. — The same. Another Room in the Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise ; Palace.

And that it was great pity, so it was, Enter Kırg Hexby, NorthUMBERLAND, WOR- Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,

That villainous salt-petre should be digg'd CESTES, HOTSPUR, Sir WALTER BLUNT, and

Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd ethers.

So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, X. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and tem- He would himself have been a soldier. perate,

This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
Unapt to stir at these indignities,

I answer'd indirectly, as I said ;
And you have found me; for, accordingly, And, I beseech you, let not his report
You tread upon my patience : but, be sure, Come current for an accusation,
I will from henceforth rather be myself,

Betwixt my love and your high majesty.
Mighty, and to be fear'd, than my condition ; Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my
Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,

lord, And therefore lost that title of respect,

Whatever Harry Percy then had said, Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the proud. To such a person, and in such a place, Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little de- At such a time, with all the rest re-told,

May reasonably die, and never rise The scourge of greatness to be used on it;

To do him wrong, or any way impeach And that same greatness too which our own hands What then he said, so he unsay it now. Have bolp to make so portly.

K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners ; North. My lord,

But with proviso, and exception, I. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I see That we, at our own charge, shall ransome straight danger

His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer ; Asd disobedience in thine eye : 0, sir,

Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd Your presence is too bold and peremptory,

The lives of those that he did lead to fight And majesty might never yet endure

Against the great magician, damn’d Glendower ; The moody frontier of a servant brow.

Whose daughter, as we hear, the earl of March You have good leave to leave us ; when we need Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then Your use and counsel, we shall send for you. Be emptied, to redeem a traitor home?

[Erit WORCESTER. Shall we buy treason ? and indent with fears, You were about to speak.

[To North. When they have lost and forfeited themselves ? North.

Yea, my good lord. No, on the barren mountains let him starve; Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded, For I shall never hold that man my friend, Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took, Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost Were, as he says, not with such strength denied, To ransome home revolted Mortimer. As is deliver'd to your majesty :

Hot. Revolted Mortimer! Either envy, therefore, or misprision

He never did fall off, my sovereign liege, Is guilty of this fault, and not my son.

But by the chance of war; - To prove that true, Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds, But, I remember, when the fight was done, Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, When on the gentle Severn’s sedgy bank,


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In single opposition, hand to hand,


He did; myself did hear it. He did confound the best part of an hour

Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king, In changing hardiment with great Glendower : That wish'd him on the barren mountains starv'd. Three times they breath’d, and three times did they But shall it be, that you, - that set the crown drink,

Upon the head of this forgetful man ; Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;

And, for his sake, wear the detested blot Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Of murd'rous subornation, - shall it be, Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,

That you a world of curses undergo ; And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank

Being the agents, or base second means, Blood-stained with these valiant combatants. The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather? Never did bare and rotten policy

O, pardon me, that I descend so low, Colour her working with such deadly wounds; To show the line, and the predicament, Nor never could the noble Mortimer

Wherein you range under this subtle king. Receive so many, and all willingly :

Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days, Then let him not be slander'd with revolt.

Or fill up chronicles in time to come, K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost That men of your nobility and power, belie him,

Did 'gage them both in an unjust behalf, He never did encounter with Glendower ;

As both of you, God pardon it! have done, I tell thee,

To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose, He durst as well have met the devil alone,

And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke? As Owen Glendower for an enemy.

And shall it, in more shame, be further spoken, Art not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth

That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook off Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer :

By him, for whom these shames ye underwent ? Send me your prisoners with the speediest means, No; yet time serves, wherein you may redeem Or you shall hear in such a kind from me

Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves As will displease you. - My lord Northumberland, Into the good thoughts of the world again : We licence your departure with your son :

Revenge the jeering, and disdain'd contempt, Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it. Of this proud king; who studies, day and night,

(Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and Train. To answer all the debt he owes to you, Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them, Even with the bloody payment of your deaths. I will not send them : - I will after straight, Therefore, I say, And tell him so; for I will ease my heart,


Peace, cousin, say no more ; Although it be with hazard of my head.

And now I will unclasp a secret book, North. What, drunk with choler ? stay, and pause And to your quick-conceiving discontents awhile;

I'll read you matter deep and dangerous ; Here comes your uncle.

As full of peril, and advent'rous spirit,

As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud,

On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
Speak of Mortimer?

Hot. If he fall in, good night: - or sink or 'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul

swim : Want mercy, if I do not join with him:

Send danger from the east unto the west, Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins, So honour cross it from the north to south, And shed my dear blood drop by drop i'the dust, And let them grapple; - 0! the blood more stirs, But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer

To rouse a lion, than to start a hare. As high i'the air as this unthankful king,

North. Imagination of some great exploit As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.

Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, mad.

(To WORCESTER. To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon ; Wor. Who struck this heat up, after I was gone? Or dive into the bottom of the deep,

Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners ; Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And when I urg'd the ransome once again

And pluck up drowned honour by the locks; Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale ; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, And on my face he turn’d an eye of death, Without corrival, all her dignities : Trembling even at the name of Mortimer. But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship! Wor. I cannot blame him: Was he not pro- Wor. He apprehends a world of figures bere, claim'd,

But not the form of what he should attend. By Richard that dead is, the next of blood ? Good cousin, give me audience for a while.

North. He was; I heard the proclamation : Hot. I cry you mercy. And then it was, when the unhappy king


Those same noble Scots (Whose wrongs in us God pardon !) did set forth That are your prisoners, Upon his Irish expedition ;


I'll keep them all; From whence he, intercepted, did return

By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them: To be depos’d, and, shortly, murdered.

No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not : Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's I'll keep them, by this hand. wide mouth


You start away, Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of.

And lend no ear unto my purposes. Hot. But, soft, I pray you; Did king Richard Those prisoners you shall keep. then


Nay, I will ; that's flat: Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer

He said, he would not ranso me Mortimer ; Heir to the crown ?

Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer;

Hear you,

But I will find him when he lies asleep,

Will easily be granted. - You, my lord, And in his ear I'll holla - Mortimer!


Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd, I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak Shall secretly into the bosom creep Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him,

Of that same noble prelate, well belov'd, To keep his anger still in motion.

The archbishop. Wor

Hot. Of York, is't not? Cousin; a word.

Wor. True ; who bears hard H#. All studies here I solemnly defy,

His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop. Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke : I speak not this in estimation, And that same sword-and-buckler prince of Wales, As what I think might be, but what I know But that I think his father loves him not,

Is ruminated, plotted, and set down ; And would be glad he met with some mischance, And only stays but to behold the face I'd bare him poison'd with a pot of ale.

Of that occasion that shall bring it on. For. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, Hot. I smell it ; upon my life, it will do well. When you are better temper'd to attend.

North. Before the game's a-foot, thou still let'st Narik. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool

slip. Art thou, to break into this woman's mood;

Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own?

plot :Hut. Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd And then the power of Scotland, and of York, with rods,

To join with Mortimer, ha ? Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear Wor.

And so they shall. Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.

Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd. In Richard's time, — What do you call the place? - Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids us speed, A plague upon't!- it is in Gloucestershire;- To save our heads by raising of a head : 'Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept ; For, bear ourselves as even as we can, His uncle York; — where I first bow'd my knee The king will always think him in our debt; Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke, And think we think ourselves unsatisfied, When you and he came back from Ravenspurg. Till he hath found a time to pay us home. North. At Berkley castle.

And see already, how he doth begin Hot. You say true :

To make us strangers to his looks

of love. Why, what a candy deal of courtesy

Hot. He does, he does ; we'll be reveng'd on This fawning greyhound then did proffer me !

him. Look, — when his infant fortune cane to age,

Wor. Cousin, farewell; No further go in this, And, - gentle Harry Percy, — and, kind cousin,'

– Than I by letters shall direct your course. O, the devil take such cozeners ! — God forgive When time is ripe, (which will be suddenly,) me !

I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer; Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done. Where you and Douglas, and our powers at once, Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again ;

(As I will fashion it) shall happily meet, We'll stay your leisure.

To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, Hate

I have done, i'faith. Which now we hold at much uncertainty. Wer. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners. North. Farewell, good brother : we shall thrive, Deliver them up without their ransome straight,

I trust. And make the Douglas' son your only mean

Hot. Uncle, adieu :-0, let the hours be short, For powers in Scotland; which, - for divers reasons, Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our sport! Which I shall send you written, - be assurd,



1 Car. Poor fellow ! never joyed since the price SCENE I. - Rochester. An Inn Yard.

of oats rose ; it was the death of him.

2 Car. I think, this be the most villainous house Enter a Carrier, with a lantern in his hand.

in all London road for fleas : I am stung like a 1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the day, tench. I'll be hanged: Charles' wain is over the new 1 Car. Like a tench ? by the mass, there is ne'er chimney, and yet our horse not packed. What, a king in Christendom could be better' bit than I estler!

have been since the first cock. Ost. (Within.) Anon, anon.

2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, I Car. I pr'ythee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put and then we leak in your chimney; and your chama few locks in the point; the poor jade is wrung in ber-lie breeds fleas like a loach. the withers out of all cess.

1 Car. What, ostler ! come away, and be hanged,

come away, Enter another Carrier.

2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes 2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank here as a of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing-cross. dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the 1 Car. 'Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier are bots : this house is turned upside down, since Robin quite starved. - What, ostler ! - A plague on thee! ostler died.

hast thou never an eye in thy head ? canst not hear?

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