P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin ould stretch; and, where it would not, I have us'd y credit.

Fal. Yea, and so us'd it, that, were it not here aparent that thou art heir apparent, -But, I pr'ythee, veet wag, shall there be gallows standing in England hen thou art king? and resolution thus fobb'd as it with the rusty curb of old father antick the law? Do not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief. P. Hen. No; thou shalt.

Fal. Shall I? O rare! By the lord, I'll be a brave dge.

P. Hen. Thou judgest false already; I mean, thou alt have the hanging of the thieves, and so become

rare hangman.

Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps ith my humour, as well as waiting in the court, I n tell you.

P. Hen. For obtaining of suits?

Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suits; whereof the hangan hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as mencholy as a gib cat, or a lugg'd bear.

P. Hen. Or an old lion; or a lover's lute.

Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe. P. Hen. What say'st thou to a hare, or the mencholy of Moor-ditch?

Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes; and , indeed, the most comparative, rascalliest,-sweet ung prince, But, Hal, I pr'ythee, trouble me no pre with vanity. I would to heaven thou and I knew

where a commodity of good names were to be bought: An old lord of the council rated me the other day in the street about you, sir; but I mark'd him not: and yet he talk'd very wisely; but I regarded him not: and yet he talk'd wisely, and in the street too.

P. Hen. Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.

Fal. O, thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me, Hal,---Heaven forgive thee for it! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give it over; by the lord, an I do not, I am a villain; I'll be damn'd for never a king's son in Christendom.

P. Hen. Where shall we take a purse to-morrow, Jack?

Fal. Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one; an I do not, call me villain, and baffle me.

P. Hen. I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying, to purse-taking.

Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.

Enter POINS.

P. Hen. Good morrow, Ned.

Poins. Good morrow, sweet Hal.--- What says Monsieur Remorse? What says Sir John Sack-andSugar? But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by four o'clock, early at Gads-Hill,-There are pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders riding to London with fat purses: I have visors for you all, you have horses for yourselves: Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester; I have bespoke supper in Eastcheap: we may do it as secure as sleep: if you will go, I will stuff your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry at home, and be hang'd.

Fal. Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home, and go not, I'll hang you for going.

Poins. Sir John, I pr'ythee, leave the prince and ne alone; I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure, that he shall go.

Fal. Well, mayst thou have the spirit of persuasion, and he the ears of profiting, that what thou peakest may move, and what he hears may be beiev'd, that the true prince may (for recreation sake) prove a false thief; for the poor abuses of the time vant countenance. Farewell: you shall find me in Eastcheap.

P. Hen. Farewell, thou latter spring! farewell, All-hallown summer!

Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with s to-morrow; I have a jest to execute, that I cannot manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto, and Gadsill, shall rob those men that we have already wayaid; yourself, and I, will not be there: 'and when hey have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, ut this head from my shoulders.

P. Hen. But how shall we part with them in setng forth?

Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after them, nd appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at ur pleasure to fail; and then will they adventure upon the exploit themselves: which they shall have no sooner achiev'd, but we'll set upon them.

P. Hen. Ay, but, 't is like, that they will know us, by our horses, by our habits, and by every other appointment, to be ourselves.

Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see, I'll tie them in the wood; our visors we will change, after we leave them; and I have cases of buckram for the nonce, to inmask our noted outward garments.

P. Hen. But I doubt they will be too hard for us. Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be as true-bred cowards as ever turn'd back; and for the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will tell us, when we meet at supper: how thirty, at least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what extremities he endur'd; and, in the reproof of this, lies the jest.

P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee; provide us all things necessary, and meet me in Eastcheap: Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord.

[Exit POINS.

P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes, Than that which hath no foil to set it off.

ing HENRY, Prince JOHN, Earl of WESTMORELAND, Earl of WORCESTER, Earl of NORTHUMBERLAND, HOTSPUR, Sir W. BLUNT, Sir R. VERNON, and other Gentlemen, discovered.

K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and temperate, napt to stir at these indignities,

nd you have found me; for, accordingly, ou tread upon my patience; but, be sure, will from henceforth rather be myself, Tighty, and to be fear'd, than my condition; Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down, nd therefore lost that title of respect,

Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the proud. Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves The scourge of greatness to be used on it;

nd that same greatness too which our own hands lave holp to make so portly.

our presence is too bold and peremptory; nd majesty might never yet endure

he moody frontier of a servant brow.

ou have good leave to leave us; when we need

our use and counsel, we shall send for you.

hose prisoners in your highness' name demanded, Thich Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,