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Since not to be avoided it fuls on me.

K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and
Vernon too :
Other offenders we will pause upon.^

lEuemU Worgi0txb and Ybrhov, guarded.

How goes theileld? (^mmnlo

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308 KING HENRY

P. Bm, The noble Boot, Lord Douglas, when
he saw
The fortune of the day quite turnM from him,
The iioble Percy slain, and all his men
Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest ;
And, {ailing from a hill, he was so bruised
That the pursuers took him. At my tent
The Douglas is ; and I beseech your grace
I may dispose of him.
K, Hen, With all my heart

P. Beru Then, brother J ohn of Lancaster, to yon
Ihis honourable bounty shall belong :
Gh> to the Douglas, ana deliver him
Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and free :
His valour, shown upon our crests to-dav
Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds
ISven in toa bosom of oar adversarieB,



IV.— PART T.
K. Um, Then this remains, — that we divide
our power.
Ton, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland,
Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest

speed.
To meet Northumberland and the prelate Scroop,
Who, as we hear, are bnsily in arms :
Myself, and you, son Harry, will towards Wales,
To fight with Qlendower and the Earl of

March.
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
Meeting the check of such another day :
And since this business so fair is done.
Let us not leave till all our own be won.



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DRAMATIS PERSOXAS,



Hag UKHBT rv,

HKntT^MiiM ol WalM, afWnr»rdi Sac.

HENBT v.. Ma to Klag Hmr XY.

TflOMAS, Dak* of Olaranc*. Ma to Slag Beniy IV.

PriaM JOHN of LancMtor, aftorwardi oroatod (S Henry V. )

Duka of Bodf ord. Ma to Kiag Hoary IV.

Frlaoo HUKPHEST of Glostor, aftorwardJ created

(S Hoary V.) Doke of Olottor, Ma to Klag Heary IV.

Bart of WABWIOK, of the Klag** party.

Bill of WSanffOBBLANO. of the King*! party.

OOWBB, of th* Blag*! party.

HABOOVBT. of tlM Blag*! party.

Xord OMtf Jnstlce of tlie Binge Beach.

A Oeatlemaa atteadlag oa the Chief Juetioo.

Bui of If OBTHUKBEBLAMD, eaeay to the Blag.

aCBOOP. Archbichop of York, Lord MOWBRAT, and

Lord HABTOIOS. eaeatoe to the Blag.

SCSHB



Lord BABDOLPH. fB«iy to tho Blag:

Mr JOHN OOLBVILB, oBMiiy to the Blag.

A KOBTON, domoctlei of Horthaiabl

FALBTAPF. BABDOLPK.

PISTOL Pag*.

POXHB, aa attondaat oa Prlao* Boaxy.

FETO, aa attoadaat oa Priace Beaiy

SHALLOW, a covatry Jastlo*.

8ILEHCZ, a oonatry Jaitleo.

DAVT, Mnraat to Shallow,

KOULDT, SHADOW. WABT. FBEBLE, BT7LL0ALF,

OABO aad 8NABB. ihortir* offlcen.

RuMar. A Porter.

A Daaoor, >p«ak*r of tli* apflogvo.

Lady VOBTBVMBEBLABD aad Ladf VIBOr.

Ho.t«ei QUICELT.

DOLL TBAB8BBS&



INDUCTION.



WaAworth. Btfnrt NorthnmbcrUod's Cattle.

Enter Romoar, painted /uU of tonguet.

Bum. Open your ears: For which of yon will
stop
The vent of beariogwhen lond Bnmonr speaks?
I, from the orient to tbe drooping went.
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
The acts commenced on this ball of earth ;
Upon my tongne oontinoal slanders ride ;
The which in every language I pronoanoe,
BtnAng the ears of men with false reports.
I speak of pence, while covert enmity,
Under the smile of safety, woands the world :
And who bat Bnmonr, who bnt only I,
Hake fearfal musters, and prepar'd defence,



Can play npon it Bnt what need I fhns

My well-kuowu body to anatomise

Among my household f Why is Bamonr here ?

I nm before King Harry's victory ;

Who, in a bloody field by Sbrewsbory,

Hath beaten do wn yonng Hotspur and his troops,

Qaencbing the flame of bold rebellion

Even with the rebels' blood. Bat what mean I

To spoak so true at first f my office is

To noise abroad,— that Harry Monmooth fell

Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword ;

And that the king before the Douglas' rage

Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.

This have Irumour'd through the peasant towns

Between the royal field of Shrewsbury

And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone.



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KINO HENBT IV.— PART n.



ACT I.



SCENB L-^The same.



The Porter b^ore the Gate ; EnUr Lord
Babdolph.

L. Bard, Who keeps the gate here, hof—

Where is the earl ?
Port. What shall I say yon are ?
L, Bard, Tell thou the earl,

That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here.
Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the
orchard.
Please it ^onr honour, knock bat *t the gate,
And he himself will answer.

Enter Nobthumberlamd.

L, Bard. Here comes the earl.

North, What news, Lord Bardolph? CTery
mioate now
Should be the father of some stratai^em :
The times are wild; contention, like ahorse
Fall of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
And bears down all before him.

L, Bard, Noble earl,

I bring yoa certain news from Shrewsbary.

North, Good, an Heaven will 1

L. Bard, As good as heart can wish :

The king is almost wonnded to the death ;
And in the fortune of my lord your son,
Prince Harry slain outright ; and both the Blunts
Eill'd by the hand of Douglas : young Prince

John,
And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field ;
Aod Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John,
Is prisoner to your son : 0, such a day.
So fought, so foUow'd, and so fairly won.
Came not, till now, to dignify the times.
Since Ctssar's fortunes I

North. . HowisthisderiT'df

Saw yoa the field ? came you from Shrewsbury f

L, Bard, I spake with one, my lord, that came
from thence ;
A gentleman well bred, and of good name,
Tluit freely render'd me these news for true.

North, Here comes my serTant, Travers, wliom
I sent
On Tuesday last to listen after newa.

L. Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way ;
And he is fumish'd with no certainties.
More than he haply may retail from me.

Enter Tbaybbs.
NorA, Now, Travers, what good tidings come
with you f [back

TVav. My lord. Sir John TTmfreiille tonrd me



Of Hotspur, coldspor f that rebellloo
Had met ill luck f

L. Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what ;—

If my young lord your son have not the day,
Upon mine honour, for a silken point
I'll give my barony : never talk of it.

North. Why should the gentleman that rode
by Travers
Give then such instances of loss?

L. Bard, Who, he?

He was some hilding fellow, that had stolen
The horse he rode on ; and, upon my life.
Spake at a venture. Look, here comes mors
news.

Enter Mobtoh.

North, Tea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf,
Foretells the nature of a tragic volume :
So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood
Hath left a witness'd usurpation.
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury ?

Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord;
Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask,
To fright our party.

North. How doth my son, and brother f

Thou tremblest; and the whiteness of thy cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell th^ errand.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless.
So dnU, so dead in look, so woe-begone.
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,

Troy



was



And would have told him half his

bum'd:

But Priam found the flre, ere he his tongue.
And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it
This thoa wouldst say,— Tour son did thus, and

thus:
Tour brother thus : so fought the noble Douglas :
Stopphag my greedy ear with thehr bold deeds
But m the end, to stop mine ear indeed,
Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,
Ending with — brother, son, and all are dead.

Mor, Douglas is living, and your brother, yet:
But, for my lord your son,

North. Why, he is dead.

See what a ready tongue suspicion hath !
He that but fears the thing he would not know,
Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' ^es,
That what he fear'd is chanced. Tet speak,

Morton;
Ten thoa thy earl his divination lies ;
And I will take it as a sweet disgrace.
And make thee rich for doing me such wrcfD^.

Mor, Ton are too great to be by roe gainsaid:



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KING HENBT
But theM mine eyei mw him in bloody state,
BenderiDg faint qnittanoe, wearied and ont-
breath'd, [down

To Henry Monmoath; whose swift wrath beat
The never dann ted Percy to the earth,
From whence with life he never more spmng ap.
In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire
Bven to the dullest peasant in his camp)
Being bmiied once, took fire and heat away
From the best-temper'd courage in his troops:
For from his metal was his party steel'd ;
Which once in him abated, all the rest
Torn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead.
And as the thing that's heavy in itself.
Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed ;
Bo did oar men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
Lend to this weight sach lightness with their fear,
That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim.
Than did onr soldiers, aiming at their safety.
Fly from the field : Then was that noble Worcest er
Too soon ta'en prisoner : and that furions Scot,
The bloody Donglas, whose well-labouring sword
Had three t>mes slain the appearance of the king,
'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame
Of those that tnm'd their backs ; and, in his flight,
Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of aU
Is, that the king hath won ; and hath sent oat
A speedv power to encounter you, my lord,
Under the conduct of young Lancaster,
And Westmoreland : this is the news at full.

North, For this I shall have time enough to
mourn.
In poison there is physic ; and these newt,
Having been weU that would have made me siek.
Being sick, have in some measure made me well :
And as the wretch, whose fever- weakened joints,
like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,
Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
Out of bis keeper's arms ; even so my limbs,
Weaken'd with grief , being now enrag'd with grief ,
▲re thrice themselves : hence, therefore^ thou

nice crutch;
A tealy gauntlet now, with joints of steel,
Must glove this hand : and hence, thou sickly
Thou art a guard too wanton for the head [quoif ;
Which princes, fleshed with conquest, aim to hit.
Now bind my brews with iron : And approach
The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring,
To frown npon the enrag'd Northumberland!
Let heaven kiss earth 1 Now let not Nature'!

hand
Keep the wild flood oonfln'd t let order die t
And let the world no longer be a stage
To feed contention in a hngering act ;
But let one spirit of the fintbnrn Oain
Rei»!n in all bosoms, that, each heart being set
On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
And darkness be the burier of the dead 1

[Tra. This strained passion doth yon wrong,
my lord.]

X. Sard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from
your honour.

Mor. The lives of all your loving complices
Lean on your health ; the which, if you give o'er
To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
You cast the event of war, my noble lord, [said,
And summed the account of chance, before you
Let us make head. It was your presnrmise,
That in the dole of blows your son might drop :
Ton knew he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge,
Hore likely to faU in than to get o'er :
Ton were advls'd his flesh waa capable



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Of wounds, and soars ; and that his forward spirit
Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd :
Tet did you say,— Go forth ; and none of this,
Though strongly apprehended, could restrain
The stifF-bome action : What hath then befallen,
Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth.
More than that being which was like to be ?

L. Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss.
Knew that we ventur*d on such dangerous seas,
That if we wrought out life 'twas ten to one:
And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd
Ohok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd;
And, since we aie o'erset, venture again.
Oome, we will all put forth ; body and goods.

Mor. *Tis more than time : And, my most noUe
lord,
I hear for certain, and do speak the truth—
The gentle Archbishop of York is up.
With well-appointed powers ; he is a man.
Who with a double surety binds his followers.
My lord your son bad only but the corps.
But shadows and the shows of men, to fight ;
For that same word, rebellion, did divide
The action of their bodies from their souls ;
And they did fight with queasiuess, constrain'd.
As men drink potions ; that their weapons only
Seem'don our side, but, for their spirits and souls,
This word, rebellion, it had froze them up.
As fish are in a jpond : But now the bishop
Turns insurrection to religion :
Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts,
He^s followed both with body and with mind ;
And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
Of fair King Bichard,scrap'd from Pomf ret stones:
Derives from Heaven his quarrel, and his eause;
Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land,
Gaspiog for life under great Bolingbroke ;
And more and less do fiock to follow him*

Norih. I knew of this before ; bat, to speak
truth.
This present grief had wip'd it from my mind.
Qo in with me ; and coxmsel every mfrn
The aptest way for safety and revenge: [speed;
Get posts and letters, and make friends with
Never so few, nor never yet more need.

[Exeunt.

SCENE n.— London. A Street.

Entev Sur JohnFALSTAFP, with his Page hearing
his eword and buckler.

Fed. Sirrah, yon giant, what says tha doctor
to my water?

Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good
healthy water : but for the party that owed it, he
miffht have more diseases than he knew for.

Fal, Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at
me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay,
man, is not able to invent anything that tendg
to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on
me : I am not only witty in myself, bnt the cause
that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee
like a sow that hath o'erwhelmed all her litter
bnt one. If the prince pnt thee into my service
for any other reason than to set me off, why then
I have no judgment. Thou whoreson mandrake,
thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to wait
at my heels. I was never manned with an agate
till now ; but I will set you neither in gold nor
silver, bat in vile apparel and send you back again
to your master, for a jewel ; the ju venal, the prince
your master, whose chin is not yet fledged. I will
sooner have a beard grow in the p^m of my hanc*

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than he shall get one on his cheek ; jet he will
not stick to say, his face is a face-royal : HeAven
may finish it when he will, it is not a hair amiss
vet: hemaykeepit still as a face-royal, for a
barher shall never earn sixpence ont of it ; and
yet he will be crowing, as if he had writ man ever
since his father was a bachelor. He may keep his
own grace, bat he is almost ont of mine, I can
assure him. What said Master Dambledon about
the satin for my short cloak and slops f

Page, He said, shr, you should procure him
better assurance than fiardolph : he would not
take his bond and yours: he liked not the security.

Fal. Let him be damned like the glutton 1 may
his tongue be hotter I— A whoreson Achitopbell
a rascally yea-forsooth knave 1 to bear a gentle-
man in hand, and then stand upon security! The
whoreson smooth-pates do now wear nothing but
high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles;
•Dd if a man is through vrith them in hooest taking
up, then they must stand upon security. I had as
lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth, as
offer to stop it with security. I looked that he
should have sent me two-and-twenty yards of
satin, as I am true knight, and he sends me secu-
rity. Well, he may sleep in security ; for he hath
the horn of abundance, and the lightness of his
wife shines throush it: and yet oaunot he see,
though he have his own lantern to light him.
Where's Bardolphf

Page, He's gone to Smithfleld, to buy your
worship a horse.

Fal, I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me
a horse in Smith field : if I could get me a wife in
the stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived.

Enter ih^ Lord Chief Justice and an Attendant.

Ptige. Sir, here comes the nobleman that com-
mitte 1 the prince for striking him about Bardolph.

Fal. WHit close, I will not see him.

Oh. Juet. Wh^t't he that goes there f

Atten. Falstaff, an't please your lordship.

Ch, Just. He that was in question for the
roblery f

Atten, He, my lord : but he hath since done
good service at Shrewsbury ; and, as I hear, is
' now going with some charge to the Lord John
of Lancaster.

Oh. Just. What, to Torkr Call him back

Atten. Sir John Falstaff I [again.

Fal. Boy, tell him I am deaf.

Page. Tou must speak louder, my master is
deaf.

Oh. Just. I am sure he is, to the hearing of
anything good. Go, pluck him by the elbow ; I
must speaK with him.

Atten. Sir John,

Fal. What I a young knave, and beg I Is there
not wars ? is there not employment f Doth not
the king lack subjects f do not the rebels want
soldiers f Though it be a shame to be on any
side but one, it is worse shame to beg than to
be OB the worst side, were it worse than the
name of rebellion can tell how to make it

Atten. You mistake me, sir.

Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest
man f setting my knighthood and my soldiership
aside, I had ued in my throat if I had said so.

Atten. I pray you, sir, then set your knight-
hood and your soldiership aside ; and give me
leave to tell you, you lie in your throat, if you
say I am auy other than an honest man.

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XING HENRY I?.— PART H.



aside that which grows to me 1 If thou getf st any
leave of me, hang me; if thou takeat leave, thoq
wert better be hanged : You hunt counter ; henoe I
avaunt 1

Atten. Sir, my lord would speak with you.

Oh. Jiiat. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you.

Fed. My good lord t->Give your lordship good
time of day. I am glad to see your lordship
abroad: I heard say your lordship was sick: I
hope your lordship goes abroad by advice. Your
lordship, though not clean past your youth, bath
yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the
saltness of time ; and 1 most humbly beseech your
lordship to have a reverend care of your health.

Oh. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your
expedition to Shrewsbury.

Fal. If it please your lordship,! hear his majesty
IB returned with some discomfort from Wales.

Ch. Just. 1 talk not of his majesty :~Yoa
would not come when I sent for you.

Fal. And I hear, moreover, his highness is
fallen into this same whoreson apoplexy.

Oh. Just. Well, Heaven mend him 1 I prty,
let me tpeak with you.

Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of
lethargy; a sleeping of the blood, a whoreson
tingliug.

Oh. Juet. What tell you me of it f beitasitla.

Fal. It hath its original from much grief;
ftrom study, and perturbation of the braios; I
have read the cause of his effects in (Hlen ; it
is a kind of deafness.

Oh. Just. I thiok you are fallen into thf
disease ; for you hear not what I say to you«

Fal. Very well, my lord, verv well; rather, an't
please yon, it is the disease of not listening, the
mal idy of not marking, that I am troubled withaL

Oh ./U8t. To panish you by the heels would
amend the attention of your ears ; and I oare
not if I be your physician.

Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so
patieat : your lordship may minister the potion
of imprisonment to me, in respect of poverty;
but huw I should be yoor patient to follow tout
prescriptions, the wise may make some drain of
a scrapie, or, indeed, a scruple itself.

Oh. Just. I sent for you, when there were
mattt n against you for your life, to come speak
with me.

Fal. As I was then advised by my learned
oounsel in the laws of this land-service, I did not
come.

Oh. Juet. WeU, the truth is, Shr John, yon Uve
in great infamy.

Fal. He that buckles him in- my belt cannot
live in less.

Oh. Just. Your meant are very slender, and
your waele great.

Fal. I would it were otherwise ; I would my
means were greater and my waist slenderer.

Oh. Just. Yon have misled the >outhf ol prinee.

Fal. The young prince hath misled me ; I am
the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog.

Oh. Just. Well, I am loth to gall a new- healed
wound; your day's service at Shrewsbury hath
a littie gilded over vour night's exploit on (Hds-
hill; you may thank the unquiet time for your
quiet o'erposting that action.

Fal. My lord ?

Oh. Just. But since all is well, keep it so;
wake not a sleeping wolf.
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KING HBNRY

Oh, Jutt. What 1 yoa aie ai a eandle, the
better part burnt ont.

Fal. A wassel candle, my lord ; all tallow : if I
did say of wax,my growth wonld approve the truth.

Ch. Jutt. There is not a white hair on your
face hot should hare his effect of gravity.

Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.

Oh. Just. Yon follow the yonng prince up smd
down, like his ill angel.

Fal. Not so, my lord ; yonr ill angel is light;
bnt, I hope, he that looks npon me will take me
witboat weighing : and yet, in some resjpects, I
grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell : Yirtne is of so
little regard in these costermonger's times, that
tme valoor is tomed bearherd: Pregnancy is
made a tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in
giving reckonings : all the other gifts appertinent
to man, as the malice of this age shapes them, are
not worth a gooseberry. Yon, that are old, con-
sider not the capacities of ns that are yonng : yoa
measore the heat of oar livers by the bitterness
of yonr galls : and we that are in the vaward of
our youth, I mnst confess, are wags too.

Oh, Just. Do yon set down yonr name in the
scroll of youth, that are written down old with all
the characters of age ? Have yon not a moist
eye 7 a dry hand ? a yellow cheek ? a white beard 7
a decreasing leg ? an increasing belly ? Is not
your voice broken ? your wind short ? your chin
double f your wit single ? and every part about
you blasted vnth antiquity ? and will yon yet
•all yourself young ? Fie, fle, fie. Sir John 1

Fal. My lord, I was bom [about three of the
dlook in the afternoon] with a white head, and
fomething a round belly. For my voice, I have
lost it with hollaing, and singing of anthems.
To approve my youth farther, I will not : the
truth 18, 1 am only old in judgment and under-
tftanding ; and he that will caper with me for a
thousand marks, let him lend me the money,
and have at him. For the box of the ear that
the prince gave yon, he gave it like a mde
prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. I
have checked him for it; and the young lion
repents : marry, not hi ashes and iackdoth, but
in new sQk and old sack.

Oh, Just. Well, Heaven aend the prince a
better companion 1

Fal, Heaven send the eompanion a better
prince t I eannot rid mv hands of him.

Oh. Just. WeU, the king hath severed yoo
and Prince Harry : I hear y;ou are going with
Lord John of Lancaster, against the archbishop
and the Earl of Northumberland.

Fal. Yes ; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it.
But look you pray, all you that lass my lady peace
at home, that our armies join not in a hot day !
for, if I take but two shirts out with me, and I
mean not to sweat extraordinarily,— if it be a
hot day, if I brandish anytliing but my bottle, I
would I might never spit white again. There is
not a dangerous action can peep out his head, but
I am thrust upon it : Well, I cannot last for ever :
[But it was always yet the trick of our English
nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too
common. If yoa will needs say I am an old
man, yon ahomd give me rest. I would to God
my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is.
I were better to be eaten to death with rust, than
to be aeonred to nothing with perpetual motion.!

Oh. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; and
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Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand
pound, to furnish me forth f

Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; yon are
too impatient to bear crosses. Fare yon well :
Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland.

[Exeunt Chief Justice and Attendant.

Fal. U I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle.
Aman can no more separate age and covetousness,
than he can part young limbs and lechery : but the
gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the other;
and so both the degrees prevent my curses. — Boy )

Page. Sir?

Fal. What money is In my purse?

Page, Seven groats and two-pence.

Feu. I can get no remedy against this consump-
tion of the purse : borrowing only lingers and
lingers it out, but the disease ia incurable. Go
bear this letter to my Lord of Lancaster ; this to
the prince ; this to the Earl of Westmoreland ;
and this to old Mistress Ursula, whom I have
weekly sworn to marry since I perceived the first
white hair on my chin: Abput it; you know
where to find me. [Exit Page.] A pox of this



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