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LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. SHAKSPEARE :s supposed to have written this play in 1598. Its action comprehends a period of nine years, coin

mencing with Hotspur's death, 1403, and terininating with the coronation of Henry v. 1412-13. Many of th tragie scenes in this second portion of the history are forcible and pathetic ; but the comedy is of a much looser and more indecent character, than any in the preceding part. Shallow is an odd thougb pleasing por trait of a brainless magistrate ; and a character, it is to be feared, not peculiar to Glostershire only. In thu exhibiting his worship to the ridicule of an audience, Shakspeare amply revenged bimself on his old War wickshire prosecutor.

On the character of Falstaff, as exhibited in the two plays, Dr. Johnson makes the following admirable remarks: "Falstaff ! unimitated, animitable Falstaff, how sball I describe thee; thou compound of sense and vice ; of seose which may be admired, but not esteemed; of vice which may be despised, but hardly detested. Falstaff is a character loaded with faults, and with those faults which naturally produce contempt. He is a thief and a glutton, a coward and a boaster ; always ready to cheat the weak, ana prey upon the poor ; to terrify the timorous, and insult the defenceless. At once obsequious and malignant, he satirizes in their absence those whom he lives by flattering. He is familiar with the prince, only as an agent of vice ; but of this familiarity he is so proud, as not only to be supercilious and haughty with common men, but to think his interest of importance to the Duke of Lancaster. Yet the map thus corrupt, thus despicable, makes bimself necessary to the prince that despises him, by the most pleasing of all qualities, perpetual gaity; by an unfailing power of exciting laughter, which is the more freely indulged, as his wit is not of the splendid or ambitious kind, but consists in easy scapes and sallies of levity, which make sport, buc raise no envy. It must be observed, that he is stained with no enormous or sanguinary crimes, so that his licentiousness is not so offensive but that it may be borne for his mirth."



Travers and Morton, Domestics of Northum. HENRY, Prince of Wales, after

berland. wards King Henry V.

FALSTAFF, BAR DOLPH, Pistol, and PAGE. THOMAS, Duke of Clarence,

Poins and Pero, Attendants Prince PRINCE JOHN of Lancaster, after. his Sons.

Henry. wards Duke of Bedford;

SHALLOW and SILENCE, Country Justices. PRINCE HUMPHREY of Gloster,

DAVY, Servant to Shallow. afterwards Duke of Gloster,


BULLCALF, Recruits. EARL OP WESTMOREof the King's Party.

FANG and SNARE, Sheriff's Oficers. LAND,


A DANCER, Speaker of the Epilogue LORD CHIEF JUSTICE of the King's Bench. A GENTLEMAN attending on the Chief Justice. LADY NORTHUMBERLAND.-LADY PERCY, EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND,

Hostess QUICKLY.-DOLL TEAR-SHEET. SCROOP, Archbishop of York,

LORD MOWBRAY; LORD HASTINGS, to the Lords and other Attendants, Officers, Sol.
LORD BARDOLPH ; SIR JOHN COLB- King. diers, Messenger, Drawers, Beadles,

Grooms, &c.
SCENE, England.


11, from the orient to the drooping west,

Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold Warkuorth.-Before Northumberland's The acts commenced on this ball of earth : Castle.

Upon my tongues continnal slanders ride;

The wbich in every language I pronounce,
Enter Rumour, painteil full of Tongues Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will I speak of peace, while covert enmity,

Under the smile of safety wounds the world : The vent or hearing, when loud Rumour speaks ? And who but Rumour, who but only ,

Make fearful musters and prepar'd defence; North. Here comes my servant, Travers Whilst the big year, swoll'n with some other

whom I sent grief,

On Tuesday last to listen after news.
Is thought with child by the steru tyrant war, Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way ;
And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe

And he is furnish'd with no certainties,
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures; More than he baply may retain from me.
And of so easy and so plain a stop,
Tbat the bluni monster with uncounted heads,

The still discordant wavering multitude,

North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come Can play upon it. But what veed I thus

with you? My well kuown body to anatomize

Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me Among my household? Why is Rumour here?

back I run before king Harry's victory;

With joyful tidings; and, being better bors'd, Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,

Out-rode me. After him, came spurring hard, Hath beaten down young Hotspar, and his A gentleman almost forspent with speed, troops,

That stopp'd by me to breathe bis bloodied Quenching the flame of bold rebellion

horse : Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him To speak so true at first? my office is

I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. To noise abroad,-that Harry Monmouth fell He told me, that rebellion had bad luck, Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword ; And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold ; And that the king before the Donglas' rage With that, he gave bis able horse the bead, Stoop'd his anointed bead as low as death. And, bending forward, struck his armed heels This have I rumour'd through the peasant Against the panting sides of his poor jade towns

Up to the rowel-head ; and, starting so, Between that royal field of Shrewsbury

He seem'd iv running to devour the way, And this worm-eaten bold of ragged stone, Staying no longer question. Where Hotspur's father, old Northuinberland, North. Ha !--- Again. Lies crafty-sick : the posts come tiring on, Said be, young Harry Percy's spur was cold ? And not a man of them brings other news of Hotspur, coldspur ? that rebellion Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumour's Had met ill-luck! tongues

Bard. My lord, P'll tell you what ;They bring smooth comforts false, worse than If my young lord your son have not the day, true wrongs.

[Erit. Upon mine honour, for a silken point

I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
North, Why should the gentleman, that rode


Give then such instances of loss?

Bard. Who, he ? SCENE 1.-The same.-The PORTER before the horse be rode on; and, upon my life,

He was some bilding fellow, that had stol'n the Gate ; Enter Lord BARDOLPU.

Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho?

news. Where is the earl ? Port. What shall I say you are ?

Enter MORTON. Bard. Tell thou the earl,

North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here.

leaf, Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the Fortells the nature of a tragic volume : orchard ;

So looks the strond, wheron the imperious flood Please it your bonour, knock but at the gate, Hath left a witness'd usurpation.tAud he himself will answer.

Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrews, Enter NORTHUX BERLAND.


Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; Bard. Here comes the earl.

Where hateful death put on his ugliest mäsk, North. What news, lord Bardolph ? every To fright our party. minute now

North. How doth my son and brotber? Should be the father of some stratagem : + Thou tremblest; and the wbiteness in thy cheek The times are wild ; contention, like a horse Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, And bears down all before bim.

So dull, so dead in look, 80 woe-begone, Bard. Noble earl,

Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. And would have told him, balf bis Troy was North. Good, an heaven will !

burn'd: Bard. As good as heart can wish :

But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, The king is alınost wounded to the death ; And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. And, in the fortune of my lord your son, This thou would'st say,--Your son did thus and Prince Harry slain outright ; and both the thus, Blunts

Your brother, thus ; so fought the noble DougKill'd by the band of Douglas : young prince John,

Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds : And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed, And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the bulk Sir John, Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, Is prisoner to your son : 0 such a day,

Ending with-brother, son, and all are dead. So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won,

Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet : Came not, till now, to dignify the times, But, for my lord your son, Since Cæsar's fortunes!

North. Why, he is dead. North. How is this deriv'd ?

See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath? Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury? He that but fears the thing he would not Bard. I spake with oue, my lord, that came

know, from thence ;

Hath, by instinct, knowledge from other's eyes, A gentleman well bred, and of good naine, That what he fear'd is cbanced. Yet speak, That freely render'd me these news for true.

Morton ;

Tell thou thy earl, bis divination lies;
• Northumberland castle.
† lin portuot or dreadful event.

• Lace tagged

+ An attestation of its teriga.


And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,

The ragged'st bour that time and spite dare And make thee rich for doing me such wrong.

bring, Mor. You are too great to be by me gain. To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland ! said :

Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.

band North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's Keep the wild flood confin'd I let order die ! dead.

And let this world no longer be a stage, I see a strange confession in thine eye :

To feed contention in a lingering act; Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear or sin, But let one spirit of the first-born Cain To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so : Reign in all bosoms, that each heart being set The tongue offends not, that reports his death : On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead; And darkness be the burier of the dead ! Not he, wbich says the dead is not alive.

Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news

my lord. Hath but a losing office ; and bis tongue

Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,

your honour. Remember'd knolling a departing friend.

Mor. The lives of all your loving complices Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is Lean on your health; the which, if you give dead.

o'er Mor. I am sorry I should force you to be- To storiny passion, must perforce decay. lieve

You cast the event of war, my noble lord, 'That, which I would to heaven I had not seen : And summ’d the account of chance, before you But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state,

said, Rend'ring faint quittance, • wearied and out- Let us make bead. It was your presurmise, breath'd

That in the dole # of blows your son might To Harry Monmouth : whose swift wrath beat

drop : down

You knew he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, The never-daunted Percy to the earth,

More likely to fall in, than to get o'er : From whence with life he never more sprung You were advis'd, his flesh was capable up.

of wounds, and scars; and that his forward In few, + his death (whose spirit lent a fire

spirits Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,) Would lift him where most trade of danger Being bruited t once, took fire and beat away

rang'd ; From the best temper'd courage in his troops :

Yet did you say,--Go forth; and none of this, For from his metal was his party steel'd; Though strongly apprehended, could restrain Which once in him abated, all :he rest

The stiff-borne action : What hath then be Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead.

fallen, And as the thing that's heavy in itself,

Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth, Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed ; More than that being wbich was like to be ? So did our men, beavy in Hotspur's loss,

Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, Lend to this weight such lightness with their Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous fear,

seas, That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim,

That, if we wronght out life, 'twas ten to one: Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,

And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd Fly from the field : Then was that noble Wor- Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'u; cester

And, since we are o'erset, venture again. Too soon ta'en prisoner : and that furious Scot, Come, we will all put forth ; body and goods. The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring Mor. 'Tis more than time : And, my most sword

noble lord, Had three times slain the appearance of the I hear for certain, and do speak the truth, -king,

The gentle archbishop of York is up, 'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the With well-appointed powers; he is a man, shame

Who with a double surety binds his followers. of those that turn'd their backs; and, in his My lord your son had oniy but the corps, flight,

But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight : Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all For that same word, rebellion, did divide Is,--that the king hath won ; and bath sent out The action of their bodies from their souls ; A speedy power to encounter you, my lord, And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd, Under the conduct of young Lancaster,

As men drink potions; that their weapons only And Westmoreland ; this is the news at full. Seem'd on our side, but for their spirits and North. For this I shall have time enough to

souls, mourn.

This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, In poison there is physic; and these news,

As fish are in a pond : But now the bishop Having been well, that would have made me Turns insurrection to religion : sick,

Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts, Being sick, have in some measure made me well : He's follow'd both with body and with mind; And as the wretch whose fever-weaken'd joints, And doth enlarge his rising with the blood Like strengthless binges, buckle under life, of fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret Impatient of bis fit, breaks like a fire

stones. Out of lais keeper's arms; even so my limbs,

Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause; Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land, grief,

Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke ; Are thrice themselves : hence therefore, thou And more, t and less, do flock to follow him. nice | crutch;

North. I knew of this before ; but to speak A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel,

truth, Must glove this hand : and hence, thou sickly This present grief hath wip'd it from my mind. quoii,

Go in with me ; and counsel every man Thou art a guard too wanton for the head, The aptest way for safety and revenge: Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to Get posts, and letters, and make friends with bit.

speed; Now bind my brows with iron ; and approach Never so few, and never yet more need.

[Ereuni. • Return of blows. + In few words. Reported.

Let fall.
i Trifling.

* Сар. .
• Distribution.

+ Greater.

SCENE II.-London.--A Street.

Atten. He, my lord: but he hath since done

good service at Shrewsbury; and as I hear, is Enter Sir John FALSTAFF, with his PAGE

now going with some charge to the lord John of bearing his Sword and Buckler. Lancaster. Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor Ch. Just. What, to York? Call him back to my water ?

again. Page. He said, Sir, the water itself was a Attend. Sir John Falstaff! good healthy water : but, for the party that Fal. Boy, tell him, I am deaf. owed * it, he might bave more diseases thau he Page. You must speak louder, my master is knew for.

deaf. Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird Ch. Just. I am sure he is, to the hearing of at me: The braiu of this foolish-compounded any thing good.-Go, pluck him by the elbow ; I clay, man, is not able to vent any thing that must speak with him. tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is in

Attend. Sir John, -vented on me: I am not only witty in myself,

Fal. What ! a young knave, and beg! Is but the cause that wit is in other men. I do there not wars? is there not employment ? Doth here walk before thee, like a sow, that hath not the king lack subjects ? do not the rebels overwhelmed all her litter but one. if the need soldiers ? Though it be a shame to be on prince put thee into my service for any other any side but one, it is worse shame to beg reason than to set me off, why then I have no than to be on the worst side, were it worse judgment. Thou whoreson mandrake, + thou than the name of rebellion can tell how to art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to wait at make it. my heels. I was never manned with an agate 1

Atten. You mistake me, Sir. till now : but I will set you neither in gold nor

Fal. Why, Sir, did I say you were an honest silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back man? setting my knighthood and my soldieragain to your master, for a jewel; the juvenal, ship aside, I had lied in my throat if I had the prince your master, whose chin is not yet

said so. Nedged. I will sooner have a beard grow in the

Atten. I pray you, Sir, then set your knight. palm of my hand, than he shall get one on his houd and your soldiership aside ; and give me cheek : and yet be will not stick to say, his face leave to tell you, you lie in your throat, if you is a face-royal : God may finish it when he will, say I am any other than an honest man. it is not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still

Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so ! I lay as a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn six-aside tbat which grows to me! If thou gelst pence out of it'; and yet he will be crowing, as any leave of me, hang me : if thou takest leave, if he bad writ man ever since his father was a thou wert better be hanged : You hunt-counter, bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he bence! avaunt ! is almost out of mine. I can assure bim.

Alten. Sir, my lord would speak with you. What said master Dumbleton about the satin for

Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. my short cloak and slops ?

Fal. My good lord !-God give your lordship Page. He said, Sir, you should procure bim good time of day. I am glad to see your lord. better assurance than Bardolph : he would not ship abroad: I heard say, your lordship was take bis bond and your's; he liked not the se-sick; I hope your lordsbip goes abroad by advice. curity.

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, Fal. Let him be damned like a glutton! may hath yet some smack of age in you, some relish his tongue be botter !--A whoreson Achitopheld of the saltness of time; and I most bumbly bea rascally yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gen- seech your lordsbip, to have a reverend care of tleman in hand, and then stand upon security !

your healtb. -The whoreson smooth-pates do now wear

Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys expedition to Shrewsbury. at their girdles; and if a man is thorough 5 with

Fai. Ant please your lordship, I hear his them in honest taking up, then they must stand majesty is returned with some discomfort from -upon security. I had as lief they would put

Wales. ratsbane in my mouth, as offer to stop it with

Ch. Just. I talk not' of his majesty :-You security. I looked he should have sent me would not come when I sent for you. two and twenty yards of satin, as I am a true

Fal. And I bear moreover, his highness is knight, and he sends me security. Well, he fallen into this same whoreson apoplexy. may sleep in security; for he bath the born of

Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him ! I pray, abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines let me speak with you. through it: and yet cannot be see, though he

Ful. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of have his own lantern to light bim.--Where's letbargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of Bardolph !

sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling. Page. He's gone into Smitbfield, to buy your

Ch. Just. What tell you me of it ? be it as worship a horse.

it is. Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy froin study, and perturbation of the brain : - !

Fal. It bath its original from much grief : me a horse in Sinithfield : an but a wife in the stews, I Were manned, horsed, I have read the cause of his effects in Galen ; it and wived

is a kind of deafness.

Ch. Just. I think, you are fallen into the Enter the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE I and an disease ; for you hear not what I say to you. ATTENDANT.

Fal. Very well, my lord, very well : rather, Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that an't please you, it is the disease of not listening, committed the prince for striking him about the malady of not marking, that I am troubled Bardolph.

withal. Fal. Wait close, I will not see him.

Ch. Just. To pupish you by the heels, would Ch. Just. What's he that goes there?

amend the attention of your ears; and I care Atten. Falstaff, an't please your lordship.

not, if I do become your physician. Ch. Just. He that was in question for the

Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not robbery?

80 patient: your lordship may minister the

potion of imprisonment to me, in respect of • Owned. † A root supposed to have the shape poverty ; but how I should be your patient to

1 A little figure cut ia an agate. follow your prescriptions, the wise may make In their debt.

Alluding to an old pro- some dram of a scruple, or, indeed, a scruple rerb: Who goes to Westminster for a wife, to St. Panl's for a man, and to Smithfield for a horse, may

itself. meet with a whore, aknave, and a jade.

Sur Williarn Gascoigne, Chief Justice of the King's Bench.


of a man.

Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were John of Lancaster, against the archbishop and matters against you for your life, to come speak the earl of Northumberland. with me.

Fal. Yea ; I thank your pretty sweet wit for Fal. As I was then advised by my learned it. But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady counsel in the laws of this land-service, I did peace at home, that our armies join not in a hot not come.

day! for, by the Lord I take but two shirts out Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, Sir John, you with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinalive iu great infamy.

rily : if it be a bot day, an I brandish any thing but Fal. He that buckles him in my belt, can- my bottle, I would I might never spit white again. not live in less.

There is not a dangerous action can peep out his Ch. Just. Your means are very slender, and head, but I am thrust upon it: Well, I cannot your waste is great.

last ever : But it was always yet the trick of Fal. I would it were otherwisc ; I would my our English nation, is they have a good thing, means were greater, and my waist slenderer. to make it too common. If you will needs say,

Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful I am an old man, you should give me rest. I prince.

would to God, my name were not so terrible to Fal. The young prince hath misled me: 1 the enemy as it is. I were better to be eaten am the fellow with the great belly, and be my to death with rust, than to be scoured to nothing dog.

with perpetual motion. Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gail a new. Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; And healed wound; your day's service at Shrews. God bless your expedition ! bury hath a little gilded over your night's ex- Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand ploit on Gads-bill: you may thank the unquiet pound, to furnish me forth ? time for your quiet o'er-posting that action. Ch, Just. Not a penny, not a penny ; you are Fal. My lord ?

too impatient to bear crosses, Fare you well : Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so: Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland. wake not a sleeping wolf.

Exeunt CHIEF JUSTICE and ATTENDANT. Ful. To wake a wolf, is as bad as to smell a Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man fox.

beetle. *-A man can no more separate age and C'h. Just. What! you are as a candle, the bet- covetousness, than he can part young limbs and ter part burnt out.

lechery : but the gout galls the one, and the pux Fal. A wassel candle, my lord; all tallow: piuches the other; and so both the degrees pre. if I did say of wax, iný growth would approve vent + my curses.- Boy the truth.

Page. Sir?
Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your Fal. What money is in my purse?
sace, but should have bis effect of gravity. Page. Seven groats and twopence.
Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.

Fal. I can get no remedy against this conCh. Just. You follow the young prince up somption of the purse : borrowing only lingers and down, like his ill angel.

and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable. Fal. Not so, my lord ; your ill angelis -Go, bear this letter to my lord of Lancaster ; light; but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will this to the prince; this to the earl of Westmore take me without weighing: and yet, in some land ; and this to old mistress Ursula, whom I respects, I grant, I cannot go, ! cannot tell : have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived the Virtue is of so little regard in these costermon- first white bair on my chin : About it ; you know ger times, that true valour is turned bear-herd: where to find me.' (Erit Page.) A pox of Pregnancy is made a tapster, and bath his this gout ! or, a gout of this pox ! for the one quick wit wasted in giving reckonings : all the or the other plays the rogle with my great toe. other gifts appertinent to man, as the malice of It is no matter, if I do halt; I have the wars this age shapes them, are not worth a goose. for my colour, and my pension shall seem the berry, You, that are old, consider not the ca- more reasonable : A good wit will make use on pacities of us that are young : you measure the auy thing; I will turn diseases to commodity. heat of our livers with the bitterness of your

(Érit. galls: and we that are in the vaward of our youth, I must confess, are ways too.

SCENE III.-York.-A Room in the Arch. Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in

bishop's Paluce. the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age ? Have you not a Enter the ARCHBISHOr or York, the Lords moist eye? a dry hand ? a yellow cheek? a HASTINGS, MOWBRAY, and BARDOLPH. white beard ? a decreasing leg? an increasing Arch. Thus have you beard our cause, and belly ? Is not your voice broken ? your wind

known our meanis ; short ? your chin doublet your wit single? and And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, every part about you blasted with antiquity ? and Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes : will you yet call yourself young? Fie, tie, fie, And first, lord marshal, what say you to it! Sir Jobu!

Moub. I well allow the occasion of our arms; Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the But gladly would be better satisfied, clock in the afternoon, with a white head, and How, in our means, we should advance nur something a round belly. For my voice,- i have

selves lost it with hollaing, and singing of anthems. To look with forehead bold and big enough To approve my youth further, I will not: the Upon the power and puissance of the king. truth is, I am only old in judgment and under- Hast. Our present musters grow upon the standing; and be that will caper with me for 2

file thousand marks, let him lend me the money, To five and twenty thousand men of choice ; and have at him. For the box o'the car that And our supplies live largely in the hope the prince gave you,-be gave it like a rude of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. With an incensed fire of injuries. have checked him for it ; and the young lion re- Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, pents : marry, not in ashes and sackcloth ; but

standeth thus :in new silk and old sack.

Whether our present five and twenty thou. Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a

sand better companion !

May hold up head withont Northumberland. Fal. Heaven send the companion a better Hast. With bim, we ipay. prince! I cannot rid my hands of him.

(h. Just. Well, the king hath severed you and • A inrge wooden hemmer so beavy as to require Prince Harry: 1 hear you are going with lord, three men io wield it. Anticipate.

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