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SCENE II.
KING HENRY IV.

Fal. He that buckles him in my belt, cannot live of Lancaster, against the archbishop, and the earl of
in less.

Northumberland.
Ch. Jest. Your means are very slender, and your Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it.
Waste is great.

But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady peace Fab. I would it were otherwise; I would my at home, that our armies join not in a hot day! for, means were greater, and my waist slenderer. by the Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and

Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful prince. I mean not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot Fal. The young prince hath misled me: I am day, an I brandish any thing but my bottle, I would the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog. I might never spit white again. There is not a

Ck. Just. Well, I am loath to gall a new-healed dangerous action can peep out his head, but I am wound; your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a thrust upon it: Well, I cannot last ever : But it was little gilded over your night's exploit on Gads-hill : always yet the trick of our English nation, if they you may thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'er have a good thing, to make it too common. posting that action.

will needs say, I am an old man, you should give Fal. My lord ?

me rest. I would to God, my name were not so Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so : wake terrible to the enemy as it is. I were better to be not a sleeping wolf.

eaten to death with rust, than to be scoured to Fol. To wake a wolf, is as bad as to smell a fox. nothing with perpetual motion.

Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the better Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; And God part burnt out

bless your expedition ! Pal. A wassel candle, my lord; all tallow: if I

Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand did say of way, my growth would approve the pound, to furnish me forth?

Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you are C. Just. There is not a white hair on your face, too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well : bat should have his effect of gravity.

Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland. Fel. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.

[Exeunt CHIEF JUSTICE and Attendant. CH. Just. You follow the young prince up and Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. down, like his ill angel.

- A man can no more separate age and covetousFol. Not so, my lord ; your ill angel is light; ness, than he can part young limbs and lechery : but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will take me but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the without weighing: and yet, in some respects, I other; and so both the degrees prevent my curses. grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell : Virtue is of so · Boy! Bitzle regard in these coster-monger times, that true

Page. Sir ? valour is turned bear-herd: Pregnancy is made a Fal. What money is in my purse ? tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in giving Page. Seven groats and two-pence. reckonings: all the other gifts appertinent to man, Fal. I can get no remedy against this consumpas the malice of this age shapes them, are not worth tion of the purse : borrowing only lingers and lingers a gooseberry. You, that are old, consider not the it out, but the disease is incurable. — Go bear this capacities of us that are young: you measure the letter to my lord of Lancaster ; this to the prince ; heat of our livers with the bitterness of your galls: this to the earl of Westmoreland ; and this to old and we that are in the vaward of our youth, I must mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to confess, are wags too.

marry since I perceived the first white hair on my · Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the chin About it; you know where to find me. (Exit scroll of youth, that are written down old with all Page.] A pox of this gout ! or, a gout of this pox! the characters of age? Have you not a moist eye?. for the one, or the other, plays the rogue with my a dry band? a yellow cheek? a white beard ? a de- great toe. It is no matter, if I do halt; I have the Ceasing leg? an increasing belly? Is not your voice wars for my colour, and my pension shall seem the bzoken? your wind short? you chin double ? your more reasonable: A good wit will make use of any wit single ? and every part about you blasted with thing; I will turn diseases to commodity. [Exit. antiquity ? and will you yet call yourself young ? Fre, fye, fye, sir John !

SCENE III. -York. A Room in the ArchFal. My lord, I was born about three of the

bishop's Palace. clock in the afternoon, with a white head, and something a round belly. For my voice, - I have lost it

Enter the Archbishop of York, the Lords HASTINGS, with hollaing, and singing of anthems. To ap

MOWBRAY, and BARDOLPH. prove my youth further, I will not : the truth is, I Arch. Thus have you heard our cause, and known an only old in judgment and understanding; and be that will caper with me for a thousand marks, let And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, him lend me the money, and have at bim. For the Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes : box o'the ear that the prince gave you, - he gave it And first, lord marshal, what say you to it? like a rude prince, and you took it like a sensible Mowb. I well allow the occasion of our arms; lord. I have checked him for it; and the young But gladly would be better satisfied, lion repents : marry, not in ashes, and sackcloth; How, in our means, we should advance ourselves but in new silk, and old sack.

To look with forehead bold and big enough C. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a better | Upon the power and puissance of the king.

Hast. Our present musters grow upon the file Fal. Heaven send the companion a better prince! To five and twenty thousand men of choice; I cannot rid my hands of him.

And our supplies live largely in the hope Ch. Just. Well

, the king hath severed you and of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns prince Harry: I hear, you are going with lord John With an incensed fire of injuries.

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Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, standeth | The utmost man of expectation ; thus ;

I think, we are a body strong enough, Whether our present five and twenty thousand Even as we are, to equal with the king. May hold up head without Northumberland.

Bard. What is the king but five and twenty Hast. With him, we may.

thousand ? Bard.

Ay, marry, there's the point ; Hast. To us, no more; nay, not so much, Jord But if without him we be thought too feeble,

Bardolph.
My judgment is, we should not step too far For his divisions, as the times do brawl,
Till we had his assistance by the hand :

Are in three heads ; one power against the Frenchen For, in a theme so bloody-fac'd as this,

And one against Glendower; perforce, a third Conjecture, expectation, and surmise

Must take up us : So is the unfirm king
Of aids uncertain, should not be admitted.

In three divided; and his coffers sound
Arch. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph; for, indeed, With hollow poverty and emptiness.
It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury.

Arch. That he should draw his several strengths Bard. It was, my lord ; who lin'd himself with

together, hope,

And come against us in full puissance, Eating the air on promise of supply,

Need not be dreaded. Flattering himself with project of a power

Hast.

If he should do so, Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts : He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh And so, with great imagination,

Baying him at the heels : never fear that. Proper to madmen, led his powers to death,

Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces And, winking, leap'd into destruction.

hither? Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt, Hast. The duke of Lancaster, and Westmoreland: To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope. Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Monmouth:

Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war; But who is substituted 'gainst the French,
Indeed the instant action, (a cause on foot,) I have no certain notice,
Lives so in hope, as in an early spring

Arch.

Let us on; We see the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit, And publish the occasion of our arms. Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair, The commonwealth is sick of their own choice, That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build, Their over-greedy love hath surfeited :We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; An habitation giddy and unsure And when we see the figure of the house,

Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart. Then must we rate the cost of the erection :

O thour fond many! with what loud applause Which if we find outweighs ability,

Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbrobe

, What do we then, but draw anew the model Before he was what thou would'st have him be? In fewer offices; or, at least, desist

And being now trimm'd in thine own desires, To build at all ? Much more, in this great work, Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him, (Which is, almost, to pluck a kingdom down, That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. And set another up,) should we survey

So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge The plot of situation, and the model ;

Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard ; Consent upon a sure foundation ;

And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up, Question surveyors; know our own estate, And howl'st to find it? What trust is in these times? How able such a work to undergo,

They that, when Richard liv'd, would have him die, To weigh against his opposite; or else,

Are now become enamour'd on his grave: We fortify in paper, and in figures,

Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head, Using the names of men, instead of men :

When through proud London he came sighing ou Like one, that draws the model of a house

After the admired heels of Bolingbroke, Beyond his power to build it; who, half through, Cry'st now, 0 earth, yield us that king again, Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost And take thou this! O thoughts of men accurst! A naked subject to the weeping clouds,

Past, and to come, seem best; things present, worst

, And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.

Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on? Hast. Grant, that our hopes (yet likely of fair Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids be birth,)

gone, Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd

(Ereunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I. - London. A Street,
Enter Hostess; Fang, and his Boy, with her; and

Sxare following:
Host. Master Fang, have you entered the action ?
Fang. It is entered.

Host. Where is your yeoman? Is it a lusty yeo. man? will a' stand to't ?

Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare ?

Host. O lord, ay : good master Snare.
Snare. Here, here.
Fang. Snare, we must arrest sir John Falstaff

Host Yea, good master Snare; I have entered him and all.

Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives for he will stab.

Host. Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabbed me in mine own bouse, and that most beastly. in good faith, a' cares not what mischief be doth, ir

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or I'll ride thee o’nights, like the mare. Fang. If I can clove with him, I care not for his Fal. I think, I am as like to ride the mare, if I thrust.

have any vantage of ground to get up. Host. No, nor I neither : I'll be at your elbow. Ch. Frest. How comes this, sir John ? Fye! what Fang. An I but fist him once; an a' come but man of good temper would endure this tempest of within my vice ;

exclamation ? Are you not ashamed, to enforce à Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, poor widow to so rough a course to come by her be's an infinitive thing upon my score : - Good own? master Fang, hold him sure ; -good master Snare, Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee? let him not 'scape. He comes continuantly to Pie- Host. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thycorner, (saving your manhoods,) to buy a saddle ; self, and the money too. Thou didst swear to me and he's indited to dinner to the lubbar's head in upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my DolphinLumbert-street, to master Sinooth's the silkman : 1 chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon pray ye, since my exion is entered, and my case so Wednesday in Whitsun-week, when the prince openly known to the world, let him be brought in broke thy head for liking his father to a singingto his answer. A hundred mark is a long loan for man of Windsor; thou didst swear to me then, as 1 poor lone woman to bear : and I have borne, and I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me borne, and borne ; and have been fubbed off, and my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not fubbed off, and fubbed off, from this day to that day, goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, that it is a shame to be thought on. There is no and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a honesty in such dealing ; unless a woman should be mess of vinegar; telling us, she had a good dish of made an ass, and a beast, to bear every knave's prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some; trong

whereby I told thee, they were ill for a green wound?

And didst thou not, when she was gone down stairs, Enter Sir John Falstaff, Page, and BAADOLPH.

desire me to be no more so familiarity with such poor Yorder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose people ; saying, that ere long they should call me knare, Bardolph, with him. Do your offices, do madam ? And didst thou not kiss me, and bid me your offices, master Fang, and master Snare; do fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy De, do me, do me your offices.

book-oath ; deny it, if thou canst. Fal. How now? whose mare's dead? what's the Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul: and she matter?

says, up and down the town, that her eldest son is Fang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of mis like you : she hath been in good case, and, the tress Quickly.

truth is, poverty hath distracted her. But for these Pal. Away, varlets !- Draw, Bardolph ; cut fcolish officers,' I beseech you, I may have redress me off the villain's head; throw the quean in the against them. channel.

Ch. Just. Sir John, sir John, I am well acquainted Hest. Throw me in the channel ? I'll throw thee with your manner of wrenching the true cause in the channel. Wilt thou ? wilt thou ? thou bas- the false way. It is not a confident brow, nor the tardly rogue ! - Murder, murder! O thou honey- throng of words that come with such more than sackle villain! wilt thou kill God's officers, and the impudent sauciness from you, can thrust me from a king's? O thou honey-seed rogue ! thou art a level consideration; you have, as it appears to me, honey-seed; a man queller, and a woman queller. practised upon the easy-yielding spirit of this woFal . Keep them off, Bardolph.

man, and made her serve your uses both in purse Fing i rescue! a rescue!

a Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two. - Host. Yea, in troth, my lord. Thoa wo't, wo't thou? thou wo't, wo't thou ? do, Ch. Just. Pr'ythee, peace : - Pay her the debt do, thou rogue! do, thou hemp seed !

you owe her, and unpay the villainy you have done Fel. Away, you scullion! you rampallian! you with her ; the one you may do with sterling money, fustilarian ! I'll tickle your catastrophe.

and the other with current repentance. Enter the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE, attended.

fal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap

without reply. You call honourable boldness, imCh. Just. What's the matter ? keep the peace pudent sauciness : if a man will make court'sy, and here, bo!

say nothing, he is virtuous : No, my lord, my humHost. Good my lord, be good to me! I beseech ble duty remembered, I will not be your suitor ; I you, stand to me!

say to you, I do desire deliverance from these a. Just. How now, sir John? what, are you officers, being upon hasty employment in the king's brawling here?

affairs, Doth this become your place, your time, and busi- Ch. Just. You speak as having power to do ness?

wrong: but answer in the effect of your reputation, You should have been well an your way to York. -

and satisfy the poor woman. Stand from him, fellow. Woereture harig'st thou Fal. Come hither, hostess. (Taking her aside.

on him? Host. O, my mot worshipful lord, an't please

Enter GoWER. your grace, I am a poor widow of Easicheap, and Ch. Just. Now, master Gower : What news? be is arrested at my shit.

Gow. The king, my lord, and Harry prince of Ch. hist. For what sum?

Wales Host. It is more than for some, my lord; it is for Are near at band: the rest the paper tells. all, all I have : be hath eaten me out of house and Fal. As I am a gentleman; home; he bath put all my substance into that fat Host. Nay, you said

so before.

and person.

ness.

Fal. As I am a gentleman ; Come, no more P. Hen. 'Faith it does me; though it discolours words of it.

the complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it Host. By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must Doth it not show vilely in me, to desire small be fain to pawn both my plate, and the tapestry of beer ? my dining-chambers.

Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely Fal. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking; and studied, as to remember so weak a composition. for thy walls, - a pretty slight drollery, or the story P. Hen. Belike then, my appetite was not princely of the prodigal, or the German hunting in water- got ; for, by my troth, I do now remember the poor work, is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings, creature, small beer. But, indeed, these humble and these Ay-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten considerations make me out of love with my great pound if thou canst. Come, an it were not for thy What a disgrace is it to me, to remember humours, there is not a better wench in England. thy name? or to know thy face to-morrow? or to Go, wash thy face, and draw thy action : Come, take note how many pair of silk stockings thou thou must not be in this humour with me; dost not hast ; viz. these, and those that were the peachknow me? Come, come, I know thou vast set on colour'd ones ? or to bear the inventory of thy to this.

shirts; as, one for superfluity, and one other for Host. Pray thee, sir John, let it be but twenty use? -- but that, the tennis court-keeper knows betnobles ; i'faith I am loath to pawn my plate, in good ter than I; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee, earnest, la.

when thou kcepest not racket there; as thou hast Fal. Let it alone ; I'll make other shift: you'll not done a great while, because the rest of thy lov. be a fool still.

countries have made a shift to eat up thy holland : Host. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn and God knows, whether those that bawl out the my gown. I hope, you'll come to supper : You'll ruins of thy linen, shall inherit his kingdom: but pay me all together ?

the midwives say, the children are not in the fault; Fal. Will I live ? - Go, with her, with her ; [to whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are BARDOLPH.) hook on, hook on.

mightily strengthened. Host. Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet you Poins. How ill it follows, after you have leat supper ?

boured so hard, you should talk so idly? Tell me, Fal. No more words, let's have her.

how many good young princes would do so, their (Ereunt Hostess, BARDOLPH, Officers, fathers being so sick as yours at this time is ? and Page.

P. Hen. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins? Ch. Just. I have heard better news.

Poins. Yes; and let it be an excellent good Fal. What's the news, my good lord ?

thing. Ch. Just. Where lay the king last night ?

P. Hen. It shall serve among wits of no higher Gow. At Basingstoke, my lord.

breeding than thine. Fal. I hope, my lord, all's well: What's the Poins. Go to; I stand the push of your one news, my lord ?

thing that you will tell. Ch. Just. Come all his forces back!

P. Hen." Why, I tell thee, - it is not meet that Gow. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred I should be sad, now my father is sick : albeit I horse,

could tell to thee, (as to one it pleases me, for fault Are march'd up to my lord of Lancaster,

of a better, to call my friend,) I could be sad, and Against Northumberland, and the archbishop. sad indeed too.

Fal. Comes the king back from Wales, my noble Poins. Very hardly upon such a subject. lord ?

P. Hen. By this hand, thou think'st me as far in Ch. Just. You shall have letters of me presently: the devil's book, as thou, and Falstaff, for obdu. Come, go along with me, good master Gower. racy and persistency: Let the end try the man. Fal. My lord !

But I tell thee,-my heart bleeds inwardly, that my Ch. Just. What's the matter :

father is so sick : and keeping such vile company as Fal. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me thou art, hath in reason taken from me all ostentato dinner?

tion of sorrow. Gow. I must wait upon my good lord here : I Poins. The reason ? thank you, good sir John.

P. Hen. What would'st thou think of me, if I Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, be- should weep? ing you are to take soldiers up in counties as you go. Poins. I would think thee a most princely hypo

Fal. Will you sup with me, master Gower ? crite.

Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you these P. Hen. It would be every man's thought: and manners, sir John ?

thou art a blessed fellow, to think as every man Fol. Master Gower, if they become me not, he thinks; never a man's thought in the world keeps was a fool that taught them me. - - This is the right the road-way better than thine: every man would fencing grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so part think me an hypocrite indeed. And what accites fair.

your most worshipful thought, to think so? Ch. Just. Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a Poins. Why, because you have been so lewd, and

[Ereunt. so much engraffed to Falstaff.

P. Hen. And to thee. SCENE II.

The same. Another Street. Poins. By this light, I am well spoken of, I can Enter PRINCE HENRY and Porns.

hear it with my own ears: the worst that they can

say of me is, that I am a second brother, and that I P. Hen. Trust me, I am exceeding weary. am a proper fellow of my hands; and those two

Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought, weari- things, I confess, I cannot help. By the mass, here aess durst not have attached one of so bigh blood. comes Bardolph.

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P. Hen. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: he P. Hen. That's to make him eat twenty of his had him from me christian: and look, if the fat words. But do you use me thus, Ned ? must I nillain have not transformed him ape.

marry your sister? Enter BARDOLPH and Page.

Poins. May the wench have no worse fortune!

but I never said so. Bard. 'Save your grace!

P. Hen. Well, thus we play the fools with the P. Hen. And yours, most poble Bardolph! time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds,

Bard. Come, you virtuous ass, (to the Page.] and mock us. — Is your master here in London? joa bashful fool, must you be blushing? wherefore Bard. Yes, my lord. blush you now? What a maidenly man at arms are P. Hen. Where sups he? doth the old boar feed you become? Is it such a matter, to get a pottle in the old frank ? pot's maidenhead ?

Bard. At the old place, my lord ; in Eastcheap.

l Page. He called me even now, my lord, through P. Hen. What company? a red lattice, and I could discern no part of his face Page. Ephesians, my lord; of the old church. from the window; at last, I spied his eyes; and, P. Hen. Sup any women with him? methought, he had made two holes in the ale-wife's Page. None, my lord, but old mistress Quickly, Den petticoat, and peeped through.

and mistress Doll Tear-sheet. P. Hen. Hath not the boy profited ?

P. Hen. What pagan may that be? Bard. Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away! Page. A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kins. Page. Away, you rascally Althea's dream, away! woman of my master's. P. Hen. Instruct us, boy : What dream, boy? P. Hen. Even such kin, as the parish heifers are

Page. Marry, my lord, Althea dreamed she was to the town bull. - Shall we steal upon them, Ned, delivered of a fire-brand, and therefore I call him at supper?

Poins. I am your shadow, my lord; I'll follow you. P. Hen. A crown's worth of good interpretation. P. Hen. Sirrah, you boy, — and Bardolph ;- no

[Gives him money. word to your master, that I am yet come to town: Peins. O, that this good blossom could be kept There's for your silence. from cankers ! - Well, there is sixpence to preserve Bard. I have no tongue, sir.

Page. And for mine, sir, - I will govern it. Bard. An you do not make him be hanged among P. Hen. Fare ye well ; go. (Exeunt BARDOLPH you, the gallows shall have wrong.

and Page.] — This Doll Tear-sheet should be some P. Hen. And how doth thy master, Bardolph ? road. Bard. Well, my lord. He heard of your grace's Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way becording to town; there's a letter for you.

tween Saint Alban's and London. Poin.. Delivered with good respect. And how P. Hen. How might we see Falstaff bestow himdoth the martlemas, your master ?

self to-night in his true colours, and not ourselves Bard. In bodily health, sir.

be seen? Pains. Marry, the immortal part needs a physician: Poins. Put on two leather jerkins, and aprons, but that moves not him ; though that be sick,it dies not. and wait upon him at his table as drawers.

P. Hen. I do allow this wen to be as familiar with P. Hen. From a god to a bull? a heavy descenme as my dog: and he holds his place ; for, look you, sion! it was Jove's case. From a prince to a pren

tice ? a low transformation! that shall be mine : for, Prins (Acads.] John Falstaff, knight, — Every in every thing, the purpose must weigh with the folly. man must know that, as oft as he has occasion to name Follow me, Ned.

[Exeunt. binnself. Even like those that are kin to the king ; for they never prick their finger, but they say, There SCENE III. Warkworth. Before the Castle. i mme of the king's blood spilt : How comes that ? says he, that takes upon him not to conceive : the

Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, Lady NORTHUMBERLAND, answer is as ready as a borrower's cap; I am the

and Lady Percy. hag's poor cousin, sir.

North. I pray thee, loving 'wife, and gentle 2. Hen. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will

daughter, fetch it from Japhet. But the letter :

Give even way unto my rough affairs : Prins

. Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of the Put not you on the visage of the times, king, nearest his father, Harry prince of Wales, And be, like them, to Percy troublesome. freeting. - Why, this is a certificate.'

Lady N. I have given over, I will speak no more: P. Hen. Peace!

Do what you will ; your wisdom be your guide. Pains. I will imitate the honourable Roman in North. Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn; breaty: — he sure means brevity in breath; short And, but my going, nothing can redeem it. winded. I commend me to thee, I commend thee, Lady P. O, yet, for God's sake, go not to these and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with Poins ;

wars! far be misuses thy favours so much, that he swears, thou The time was, father, that you broke your word, Ort to marry his sister Nell. Repent at idle times as When you were more endear'd to it than now; teru mcy'si, and so farewell .

When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry Thine, by yea and no, (which is as Threw many a northward look, to see his father much as to say, as thou usest him,) Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain. Jack Falstaff, with my familiars ; Who then persuaded you to stay at home? John, with my brothers and sisters ; | There were two honours lost; yours, and your son's, and sir John with all Europe.

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