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Urings 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, Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Erit Poins. 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-liome ; The unyok'd humour of your idleness ;

He was perfumed like a milliner;
Yet herein 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,

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, Redeeming 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 ;

And that it was great pity, so it was,

That villainous salt-petre should be digg'd
Enter King Henry, NortHUMBERLAND, Wor-

Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,

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

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

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 nie ; 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,

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
Have holp to make so portly.

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

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

His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer ;
And 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.

[70 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 rras dry with rage, and extreme toil, When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,



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

0, 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, an.I 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 cr '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 ransome 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!

[To NorthUJI BER LAND. Nay,

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 Hot. 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 have him poison'd with a pot of ale.

Of that occasion that shall bring it on. Wor. 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 North. 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 : Hot. 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


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 bim 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 came 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, Hot.

I have done, i'faith. Which now we hold at much uncertainty. Wor. 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 assur’d,



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 ostler!

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 flocks 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 razos 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 i 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! ustler died

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


An 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to break Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a the pate of thee, I am a very villain. Come, and false thief. be hanged. - Ilast no faith in thee?

Gads. Go to; Homo is a common name to all

Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the Enter GadSHILL

stable. Farewell, you muddy knave. [Ereunt. Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock ? 1 Car. I think it be two o'clock.


The Road by Gadshill. Gads. I pr’ythee, lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding in the stable.

Enter Prince HENRY and Pons; BARDOLPH and 1 Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick

Pero, at some distance. worth two of that, i'faith. Gads. I pr'ythee, lend me thine.

Poins. Come, shelter, shelter ; I have removed 2 Car. Ay, when ? canst tell ? - Lend me thy

Falstaff's horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet.

P. Hen. Stand close. lantern, quoth a? marry, I'll see thee hanged first.

Enter FALSTAFF. Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London ?

Fal. Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins ! 2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle,

P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal ; What a I warrant thee. Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call brawling dost thou keep! up the gentlemen ; they will along with company,

Fal. Where's Poins, Hal ? for they have great charge. [Ereunt Carriers. P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the hill; Gads. What, ho! chamberlain !

I'll go seek him.

[Pretends to seek Poins. Cham. [Within.] At hand, quoth pick-purse.

Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thief's comGads. That's even as fair as — at band, quoth the pany: the rascal hath removed my horse, and tied chamberlain : for thou variest no more from picking him I know not where. If I travel but four foot by of purses, than giving direction doth from labour

the squire further afoot, I shall break my wind. ing; thou lay'st the plot how.

Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death for all this,

if I 'scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have Enter Chanıberlain.

forsworn his company hourly any time this twoCham. Good-morrow, master Gadshill. It holds and-twenty years; and yet I am bewitched with the current, that I told you yesternight: There's a

rogue's company:

If the rascal have not given me franklin in the wild of Kent, hath brought three medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; hundred marks with him in gold : I heard him tell it could not be else ; I have drunk medicines. it to one of his company, last night at supper; a

Poins ! Hal ! - a plague upon you both! - Barkind of auditer ; one that hath abundance of charge dolph !-- Peto !—I'll starve, ere l'il rob a foot furtoo, God knows what. They are up already, and

ther. An 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to turn call for eggs and butter : They will away presently.

true man, and leave these rogues, I am the veriest Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with saint Ni

varlet that ever chewed with a tooth. Eight yards cholas' clerks, I'll give thee this neck.

of uneven ground, is threescore and ten miles afoot Cham. No, I'll none of it : I pr’ythee, keep that with me; and the stony-hearted villains know it for the hangman; for, I know, thou worship’st

well enough: A plague upon’t, when thieves cansaint Nicholas as truly as a man of falsehood may.

not be true to one another! [They whistle.) Whew! Gads. What talkest thou to me of the hangman ?

-A plague upon you all! Give me my lorse, you if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows : for, if rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged. I hang, old sir John hangs with me; and, thou

P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down ; lay thine knowest, he's no starveling. Tut! there are other

ear close to the ground, and list if thou canst hear Trojans that thou dreamest not of, the which, for

the tread of travellers. sport sake, are content to do the profession some

Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, begrace ; that would, if matters should be looked into, ing down? 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so for their own credit sake, make all whole.

far afoot again, for all the coin in thy father's exjoined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, six- chequer. What a plague mean ye to colt me thus? penny strikers; none of these mad, mustachio pur

P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou ple-hued malt-worms : but with nobility, and tran

art uncolted. quillity ; burgomasters, and great oneyers ; such as

Fal. I pr’ythee, good prince Hal, help me to can hold in ; such as will strike sooner than speak, my horse, good king's son. and speak sooner than drink, and drink sooner than

P. Hen. Out, you rogue ! shall I be your ostler? pray: And yet I lie; for they pray continually to

Fal. Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-apparent their saint, the commonwealth ; or, rather, not pray garters! If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I to her, but prey on her ; for they ride up and down

have not ballads made on you all, and sung to filthy on her, and make her their boots.

tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison : When a Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots ? | jest is so forward, and afoot too, - I hate it. will she hold out water in foul way?

Enter GADSHILL. Gads. She will, she will ; justice hath liquored her. We steal as in a castle, cock-sure; we have

Gads. Stand. the receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible.

Fal. So I do, against my will. Cham. Nay, by my faith ; I think you are more Poins. 0, 'tis our setter : I know his voice. beholden to the night, than to fern-seed, for your walking invisible.

Enter BARDOLPH. Gads. Give me thy hand : thou shalt have a share Bard. What news? in our purchase, as I am a true man.

Gads. Case ye, case ye; on with your visors :

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there's money of the king's coming down the hill ; | Each takes his fellow for an officer. 'tis going to the king's exchequer.

Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death, Fal. You lie, you rogue; 'tis going to the king's And lards the lean earth as he walks along :

Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him. Gads. There's enough to make us all.

Poins. How the rogue roar'd! [Ereunt. Fal. To be hanged.

P. Hen. Sirs, you four shall front them in the SCENE III.-Warkworth. A Room in the Castle. narrow lane; Ned Poins and I will walk lower : if they 'scape from your encounter, then they light

Enter Hotspur, reading a letter.

But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be Peto. How many be there of them?

well contented to be there, in respect of the love I beur Gads. Some eight, or ten.

He could be contented,

Why is Fal. Zounds! will they not rob us?

he not then? In respect of the love he bears our P. Hen. What, a coward, sir John Paunch ?

house :

he shows in this, he loves his own barn Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your better than he loves our house. Let me see some grandfather : but yet no coward, Hal.

more. The purpose you undertake, is dangerous ; P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof. Why, that's certain ; 'tis dangerous to take a cold,

Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the to sleep, to drink : but I tell you, my lord fool, out hedge ; when thou need'st him, there thou shalt of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. find him. Farewell, and stand fast.

The purpose you undertake, is dangerous ; the friends Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be you have named, uncertain ; the time itself, unsorted ; hanged.

and your whole plot too light, for the counterpoise of P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises ?

so great an opposition. Say you so, say you so ? I Poins. Here, hard by ; stand close.

say unto you again, you are a shallow, cowardly (Exeunt P. Henry and Poins. hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is this? By Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid ; say I; every man to his business.

our friends true and constant : a good piot, good

friends, and full of expectation : an excellent plot, Enter Travellers.

very good friends.

What a frosty-spirited rogue is I Trav. Come, neighbour ; the boy shall lead this? Why, my lord of York commends the plot, our horses down the hill : we'll walk afoot awhile, and the general course of the action. 'Zounds, an and ease our legs.

I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with Thieves. Stand.

his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, Trav. Jesu bless us !

and myself ? lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of Fal. Strike; down with them ; cut the villains' York, and Owen Glendower ? Is there not, besides, throats: Ah! whoreson caterpillars ! bacon-fed the Douglas? Have I not all their letters, to meet knaves! they hate us youth : down with them ; me in arms by the ninth of the next month ? and fleece them.

are they not, some of them, set forward already? 1 Trav. O, we are undone, both we and ours, What a pagan rascal is this? an infidel? Ha! you

shall see now,

in very sincerity of fear and cold Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves; Are ye un- heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our done ? No, ye fat chuffs ; I would, your store were proceedings. O, I could divide myself

, and go to here! On, bacons, on! What, ye knaves? young buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed milk men must live: You are grand-jurors are ye? We'll with so honourable an action! Hang him! Let him jure ye, i'faith.

tell the king : We are prepared: I will set forward [Exeunt Fals. fc. driving the Travellers out. to-night. Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and Poins.

Enter Lady Percy. P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true men: How now, Kate? I must leave you within these Now could thou and I rob the thieves, and go mer

two hours. rily to London, it would be argument for a weck, Lady. O, my good lord, why are you thus alone? laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. For what offence have I, this fortnight, been Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming.

A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed ?

Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee Re-enter Thieves.

Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and then why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth; to horse before day.

An the prince and Poins be And start so often when thou sit'st alone? not two arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring : Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks; there's no more valour in that Poins, than in a wild And given my treasures, and my rights of thec,

To thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy ? P. Hen. Your money. [Rushing out upon them. In thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watch'd, Poins. Villains.

And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars :
(As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;

set upon them. Falstaff, after a blow or Cry, Courage ! - to the field! And thou bast talk'd
two, and the rest, run away, leaving their Of sallies, and retires ; of trenches, tents,
booty behind them. ]

Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets; P. Hen. Got with much ease. Now merrily to Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin; horse :

Of prisoners' ransome, and of soldiers slain,
The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with fear And all the 'currents of a heady fight.
Su strongly that they dare not meet each other ; Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,

for ever.


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