I have a starling shall be taught to speak
othing but Mortimer, and give it him,
o keep his anger still in motion.

Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you,
hen you are better temper'd to attend.

North. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool -t thou, to break into this woman's mood; wing thine ear to no tongue but thine own!

Hot. Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd

ettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear E this vile politician, Bolingbroke.

Richard's time, -What do you call the place?plague upon 't!-it is in Glostershire ;

was where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept, is uncle York; where I first bow'd my knee nto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke ;Then you and he came back from Ravenspurg. North. At Berkley Castle.

Hot. You say true :

hy, what a candy deal of courtesy

his fawning greyhound then did proffer me! pok, when his infant fortune came to age,nd,-gentle Harry Percy, and, kind cousin,, the devil take such cozeners! - Heaven forgive

ood uncle, tell your tale, for I have done. Wor. Nay, if you have not, to 't again; Te 'll stay your leisure.

Hot. I have done, i' faith.

Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners.eliver them up without their ransom straight, nd make the Douglas' son your only mean or powers in Scotland; which, (for divers reasons, Thich I shall send you written,) be assur'd, Till easily be granted. -You, my lord, our son in Scotland being thus employ'd,hall secretly into the bosom creep f that same noble prelate, well belov'd, he archbishop

2

Hot. Of York, is 't not?

Wor. True; who bears hard

His brother's death at Bristol, the lard Scroop.
I speak not this in estimation,

As what I think might be, but what I know

Is ruminated, plotted, and set down;
And only stays but to behold the face
Of that occasion that shall bring it on.

Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well.
North. Before the game's a-foot, thou still let'st slip.
Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot:-

And then the power of Scotland, and of York,
To join with Mortimer, ha?

Wor. And so they shall.

Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
Wor. And 't is no little reason bids us speed,

To save our heads by raising of a head :
For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
The king will always think him in our debt;
And think we think ourselves unsatisfy'd,
Till he hath found a time to pay us home.
And see already, how he doth begin

To make us strangers to his looks of love.

Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on him.
Wor. Cousin, farewell :-no further go in this,

Than I by letters shall direct your course.

North. Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I

trust.

Hot. Uncle, adieu :-O, let the hours be short, Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our sport! [Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND, HOTSPUR, and WORCESTER.

END OF ACT I.

An Inn Yard at Rochester.

Enter a Carrier, with a lantern in his hand.

Car. HEIGH ho! An't be not four by the day, 'll be hang'd: Charles' wain is over the new chimey, and yet our horse not pack'd. What, ostler! Ost. [Within.] Anon, anon.

I Car. I pr'ythee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a w flocks in the point; the poor jade is wrung in the ithers out of all cess.

2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank here as a dog, ad that is the next way to give poor jades the bots : is house is turn'd upside down, since Robin ostler 'd.foods ba

I Car. Poor fellow! never joy'd since the price of ts rose; it was the death of him.

2 Car. I think, this be the most villainous house all London road for fleas : I am stung like a tench. I Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ne'er a ng in Christendom could be better bit than I have en since the first cock. What, ostler! come away, d be hang'd, come away.

2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes ginger, to be deliver'd as far as Charing Cross. I Car. 'Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier are ite starv'd.-What, ostler!-A plague on thee! st thou never an eye in thy head? canst not hear ? n't were not as good a deed as drink, to break the te of thee, I am a very villain.-Come, and be ng'd:-Hast no faith in thee ?

Enter GADSHILL.

Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock ? I Car. I think, it be two o'clock.

Gads. I pr'ythee, lend me thy lantern, to see my

gelding in the stable.

I Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick worth two of that, i'faith.

Gads. I pr'ythee, led me thine.

2 Car. Ay, when? canst tell?-Lend me thy lantern, quoth'a ?-marry, I'll see thee hang'd first. Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?

2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant thee. Come, neighbour Mugges, we'll call up the gentlemen; they 'll along with company, for they have great charge.

[Exeunt Carriers, and GADSHILL.

Enter HENRY, Prince of WALES, and POINS, disguised.
Poins. Come, shelter, shelter; I have remov'd Fal-
staff's horse, and he frets like a gumm'd velvet.
P. Henry. Stand close.

[POINS retires a little.

Enter FALSTAFF, disguised.

Fal. Poins! Poins, and be hang'd! Poins!
P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidney'd rascal; what a

brawling dost thou keep?

Fal. What, Poins! Hal!

P. Hen. He is walk'd up to the top of the hill; I 'll go seek him.

[Pretends to go and look for POINS.

Fal. I am accurs'd to rob in that thief's company: the rascal hath remov'd my horse, and ty'd him I know not where. If I travel but four foot by the squire further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death for all this, if I 'scape nging for killing that rogue. I have forsworn his mpany hourly any time this two and twenty year, 1 yet I am bewitch'd with the rogue's company. If rascal have not given me medicines to make me e him, I'll be hang'd; it could not be else; I e drunk medicines. - Poins! - Hal!-a plague on you both!-Bardolph ! - Peto! I'll starve ere rob a foot further. An 't were not as good a deed Brink, to turn true man, and to leave these rogues, n the veriest varlet that ever chew'd with a tooth. ht yards of uneven ground, is three score and ten es afoot with me; and the stony-hearted villains w it well enough: a plague upon 't, when thieves not be true to one another! [They whistle.] new! A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, rogues; give me my horse, and be hang'd. P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine close to the ground, and list if thou canst hear the d of travellers.

al. Have you any levers to lift me up again, bedown? 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so afoot again, for all the coin in thy father's excher. What a plague mean ye, to colt me thus? '. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou art olted. [He advances to FALSTAFF.]

'al. I pr'ythee, good prince Hal, help me to my e; good king's son.

'. Hen. Out, you rogue! shall I be your ostler ? 'al. Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-apparent ers! If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I : not ballads made on you all, and sung to filthy s, let a cup of sack be my poison; when a jest forward, and afoot too !-I hate it.

iter POINS, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH, and PETO,

ads. Stand.

al. So I do, against my will.