The Palace in London.

Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.

King HENRY, Prince JOHN of LANCASTER, Earl of
WESTMORELAND, Sir RICHARD VERNON, Sir
WALTER BLUNT, and other Gentlemen, discovered.

K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
Find we a time for frighted peace to pant.
No more the thirsty entrants of this soil
Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood;
No more shall trenching war channel her fields,
Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs
Of hostile paces:

Therefore, friends,

As far as to the sepulchre of Christ
Forthwith a power of English shall we levy,
To chase these pagans, in those holy fields,
Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet,
Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd,
For our advantage, on the bitter cross.
But this our purpose now is twelvemonth old,
And bootless 't is to tell you-we will go:
Therefore we meet not now. -Then let me hear

Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,
What yesternight our council did decree,
In forwarding this dear expedience.

West. My liege, this haste was hot in question,
And many limits of the charge set down
But yesternight: when, all athwart, there came
A post from Wales, loaden with heavy news;
Whose worst was, that the noble Mortimer,
Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
Against the irregular and wild Glendower,
Was by the rude hands of that Welchman taken,
And a thousand of his people butchered.

K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of this broil Brake off our business for the Holy Land.

West. This, match'd with other, did, my gracious
lord;

For more uneven and unwelcome news
Came from the north, and thus it did import.
On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there,
Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald,
That ever-valiant and approved Scot,

At Holmedon met,

Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour;
As by discharge of their artillery,

And shape of likelihood, the news was told;
For he that brought them, in the very heat

And pride of their contention did take horse,
Uncertain of the issue any way.

K. Hen. Here is a dear, a true-industrious friend,
Sir Walter Blunt, new-lighted from his horse,
And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news.
The earl of Douglas is discomfited

On Holmedon's plains of prisoners, Hotspur took
Mordake the earl of Fife, and eldest son
To beaten Douglas; and the earls
Of Athol, Murray, Angus, and Menteith.
And is not this an honourable spoil?
A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not?

West. It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.

envy that my lord Northumberland hould be the father of so bless'd a son :

son, who is the theme of honour's tongue; Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, ee riot and dishonour stain the brow

f my young Harry. O, that it could be prov'd,
hat some night-tripping fairy had exchang'd
- cradle-clothes our children where they lay,
nd call'd mine-Percy, his-Plantagenet!
hen would I have his Harry, and he mine.
at let him from my thoughts:- What think you, coz',
f this young Percy's pride? the prisoners,
hich he in this adventure hath surpris'd,
his own use he keeps; and sends me word,
shall have none but Mordake earl of Fife.
West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is Worcester,
alevolent to you in all aspects.

K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this;
nd, for this cause, a while we must neglect
ar holy purpose to Jerusalem.

usin, on Wednesday next our council we
Till hold at Windsor, so inform the lords:
at come yourself with speed to us again;
r more is to be said, and to be done,
an out of anger can be uttered.

Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
[Exeunt King HENRY, Prince JOHN, Sir R. VER-
NON, Sir W. BLUNT, Gentlemen, and Earl of
WESTMORELAND.

Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad? P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and

sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know. What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day? Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds; I see no reason, why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.

Fal. Indeed, you come near me now, Hal: for we, that take purses, go by the moon and seven stars; and not by Phœbus,-he, that wand'ring knight so fair. And, I pray thee, sweet wag, when thou art king,-as, heaven save thy grace, (majesty, I should say; for grace thou wilt have none,)

P. Hen. What! none?

Fal. No, by my troth; not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg and butter.

P. Hen. Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly. Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us, that are squires of the night's body, be call'd thieves of the day's beauty; let us be-Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon: And let men say, we be men of good government; being govern'd as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we-steal.

P. Hen. Thou say'st well; and it holds well too: for the fortune of us, that are the moon's men, doth ebb and flow like the sea; being govern'd as the sea is, by the moon. As, for proof, now: A purse of gold most resolutely snatch'd on Monday night, and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with swearing-lay by; and spent with crying-bring in: now, in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder; and, by and by, in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows.

Fal. By the lord, thou say'st true, lad. And is not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?

P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance?