P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without in

oct.

Fal. I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff, if not, let him enter: if I become not a cart as Il as another man, a plague on my bringing up! I pe, I shall as soon be strangled with a halter, as other.

P. Hen. Call in the sheriff.

, hide thee behind the arras ;-the rest walk up ove. Now, my masters, for a true face and a good ascience.

Fal. Both which I have had: but their date is out, d therefore I 'll hide me.

[Exeunt FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, GADSHILL, and PETO.

Enter Sheriff, and two Travellers.

P. Hen. Now, master sheriff; what's your will th me?

Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry ath follow'd certain men into this house.

P. Hen. What men?

Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious d; a gross fat man.

Trav. As fat as butter.

P. Hen. Sheriff, I do engage my word to thee,

at I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,

nd him to answer thee, or any man,

r any thing he shall be charg'd withal : ad so, let me entreat you, leave the house. Sher. I will, my lord: Here are two gentlemen ave in this robbery lost three hundred marks. K. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb'd these men, e shall be answerable; and so, farewell. Sher. Good night, my noble lord.

P. Hen. I think, it is good morrow'; is it not? Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. [Exeunt Sheriff and Travellers. P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's: go, call him forth.

Poins. Falstaff!-fast asleep behind the arras, and snorting like a horse.

P. Hen. Hark how hard he fetches breath; search his pockets.

[POINS goes out, and searches his pockets.

What hast thou found?

Enter POINS.

Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord.

P. Hen. Let's see what they be: read them.

Poins. Item, a capon, 2s. 2d.

Item, sauce, 4d.

Item, sack two gallons, 5s. 3d.
Item, anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d.
Item, bread, a halfpenny.

P. Hen. O monstrous! but one halfpennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! - What there is else, keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the morning: we must all to the wars, and thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot; and, I know, his death will be a march of twelve-score. The money shall be paid back again, with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning; and so good morrow, Poins.

Poins. Good morrow, good my lord.

END OF ACT II

[Exeunt.

ing HENRY, HENRY, Prince of WALES, Prince JOHN, Earl of WESTMORELAND, Sir WALTER BLUNT, and other Gentlemen, discovered.

.Hen. LORDS, give us leave; the Prince of

Tust have some private conference: but be near t hand; for we shall presently have need of you.

[Exeunt all but the King and Prince of WALES.

know not whether Heaven will have it so,
or some displeasing service I have done,
That, in his secret doom, out of my blood
He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me;
But thou dost, in thy passages of life,
Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven,
Co punish my mistreadings. Tell me else,
Could such inordinate and low desires,
uch barren pleasures, rude society,
As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to,
Accompany the greatness of thy blood,
And hold their level with thy princely heart?

P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would, I could

Quit all offences with as clear excuse,
As well, as, I am doubtless, I can purge
Myself of many I am charg'd withal:
Yet such extenuation let me beg,

As, in reproof of many tales devis'd,

may, for some things true, wherein my youth

Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,

Find pardon on my true submission.

K. Hen. Heaven pardon thee!-yet let me wonder,

Harry,

At thy affections, which do hold a wing
Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.
Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost,
Which by thy younger brother is supply'd;
And art almost an alien to the hearts

Of all the court, and princes of my blood.
Had I so lavish of my presence been,
So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
Had still kept loyal to possession;
And left me in reputeless banishment,
A fellow of no mark nor likelihood.
By being seldom seen, I could not stir,
But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at:
That men would tell their children, This is he;
Others would say, -Where? which is Bolingbroke?
Not an eye

But is a-weary of thy common sight,

Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more;
Which now doth what I would not have it do,
Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.

P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord, Be more myself.

K. Hen. For all the world,

As thou art to this hour, was Richard then
When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg;
And even as I was then, is Percy now.
Now by my sceptre, and my soul to boot,
He hath more worthy interest to the state,
Than thou, the shadow of succession.
What never dying honour hath he got
Against renowned Douglas!

Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathing-clothes,
This infant warrior, in his enterprises
Discomfited great Douglas; ta'en him once,
Enlarged him, and made a friend of him,
To fill the mouth of deep defiance up,
And shake the peace and safety of our throne.

nd what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland, he archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer, apitulate against us, and are up.

ut wherefore do I tell these news to thee?

Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
Which art my near'st and dearest enemy?
hou that art like enough, -through vassal fear,
ase inclination, and the start of spleen, -
'o fight against me under Percy's pay,
'o dog his heels, and curt'sy at his frowns,
o show how much thou art degenerate.

P. Hen. Do not think so, you shall not find it so: nd heaven forgive them, that so much have sway'd our majesty's good thoughts away from me! will redeem all this on Percy's head, nd, in the closing of some glorious day, e bold to tell you, that I am your son; and that shall be the day, whene'er it lights, That this same child of honour and renown, This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight, nd your unthought of Harry, chance to meet : or every honour sitting on his helm, Vould they were multitudes! and on my head Iy shames redoubled! for the time will come, hat I shall make this northern youth exchange His glorious deeds for my indignities. ercy is but my factor, good my lord, To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf: nd I will call him to so strict account, That he shall render every glory up,

ea, even the slightest worship of his time,
r I will tear the reckoning from his heart.
his, in the name of Heaven, I promise here:
The which if he be pleas'd I shall perform,
do beseech your majesty may salve
he long-grown wounds of my intemperance:
not, the end of life cancels all bands;
nd I will die a hundred thousand deaths,
re break the smallest parcel of this vow.