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tears, ^Kneeling.

Tbe moist impediments nnto my speech,

1 bad forestaU'd ibis dear and deep rebuke,
Ere you with grief bad spoke, and I had heard
Tbe course of it so far. There is your crown :
And He that wears the crown immortally,
Long guard it yours 1 If I affect it more,
Than as your honour, aod as your renown,
Let me no more from this obedience rise, —
(Which my most true and inward dnteoos spirit
Teaoheth,)— this prostrate and exterior bending I
Heaven witness with me, when I here came in
And found no course of breath within your

majestv,
How eold it strode my heart 1 If I do feign,
0, let me in my present wildness die ;
And never live to show th* incredulous world
The noble change that I have purposed t
Coming to Icok on you, thinking ^ou dead
(And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,)
1 spake unto the crown as having sense,
And thus upbraided it: — "Tbe care oo thee

depending
Hath fed upon the bodr of my father ;
Therefore, thou best of gold, art worst of gold
Other, less fine id carat, is more precious.
Preserving life in med'cine potable ; [renownM,
Bot thou, most fine, most houoar'd, mo>t
Hast eat toy bearer up." — Thus, my most royal

Aoensing it, I put it on my bead,

To try with it,— as with an enemy.

That bad before my face murther'd my father, —

Tbe quarrel of a true inheritor.

But if it did infect my blood with joy,

Or swell mv thoughts to any strain of prida ;

If any rebel or vain spirit of mine

Did, with tbe least affection of a welcome,

Give entertaioment to the might of it.

Let Heaven for ever keep it from mv head.

And make me as the poorest vassal is,

That doth with awe and terror kneel to it

K. Hen. O my son I
Heaven put it in thy mind to take it hence.
That thou mightf«t win the more thy father's love,
Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.
Come hither, Harry, sit thou Vj my bed :
And bear, I thiuk, the very latest counsel
That ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my

son,
Bj what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways,
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How troublesome it sat Q^on my bead :

To thee it shall desoend with better quiet,

Better opinion, better confirmation ;

For all the soU of the achievement goes

With me into tbe earth. It seem'd in me

But as an honour snatched with boisterous band ;

And I bad many living, to upbraid

1^ gain of it by their assistances ;

Which daily grew to quarrel, and to bloodshed.

Wounding supposed oeaoe : all these bold fears,

Thou seest, with peru I have answered:

For all my reign bath been but as a scene

Acting that argument; and now my death

Obanges the mood : for what in me was purcbat'd,

Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort ;

So thou tbe garland wear'st successively, [do.

Yet, though tnou stand'st more sure than I could

Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green ;

And all thy friends, wmeti thou must make thy

friends,
Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out ; j
By whose fell working I was first advano'd,
And by whose power I well might lodge a fear ,
To be again displac'd : which to avoid,
I cut them off ; and had a purpose row
To lead out many to the Holy Land ;
Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look
Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy oourse, to busy giddy minds
With foreign qnarrels ; that action henoe borne

out.
May waste the memory of tbe former days.
More would I, but my lungs are wasted so,
That strengtb of speech is utterly denied me.
How I oame hj the crown, Heaven forgive 1
And grant it may with th<>e in true peace live I

P. Hen. My gracious liege.
Ton won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me ;
Then plain and right must my possession be :
Which I, with more than with a common pain,
Qainst all tbe world will rightfully maintain.

Enter Prince Joen of Lancaster, Wabwioz,
Lords, and othen.

K. Hen. Look, look, here eomes my John of
Lancaster.

P. John. Health, peace, and happiness to my
royal father I

K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness and
peace, son John;
Bnt health, alack, with voutbfnl whigs is flown
From this bare, wither'a trunk : upon thy sight,
My worldly buriness makes a period.
Where is my lord of Warwick ?

P. Hen. My lord of Warwick I

K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong
Unto the lodging where I first did swoon f

War. 'Tis cali'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.

K. Hen. Laud be to Heaven I - «ven there my
life must end.
It bath been prophesied to me many yean,
I should not die but in Jerusalem ;
Which vainly I snppos'd tbe Holv Land :—
But, bear me to that chamber ; there I'll lie ;
In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. [fiw^und



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KING HENBT lY.— PABT IL
ACT V.



60ENB I. - Glostenbire. A EaU in Shallow's

Enter Shallow, Falbtaff, Babdolph, and Page.

8hal. By cook and pye, sir, yon shall not away
to nicht What, Davy, I sayl

Fal. YoQ miibt excuse me. Master Robert
Shallow.

8hal. I will Dot excuse yon ; yoa shall not he
excnsed ; excuses shall not be admitted; there is
DO excuse shall serve ; yon shall not be excnsed.—-
Why, Davy I

Enter Davt.

Da»y. Here, sir.

Shal. Davy, Davy, Da"«y,— '«* »© ■e«f Davv ;
let me see :•— yea, marry, William cook, bid him
come hither. — Sir John, yon ebnll not be excnsed.

Davy. Marry, sir, thns; — tboee precepts cannot
be served: and, again, sir, — shall we sow the
headland with wheat?

Shal With red wheat, Davy. Bnt for
William cook ; — ^Are there no yonng pigeons ?

Davy. Yes, sir.— Here is now the smith's
note, for shoeing and plough irons.

8haL Let it be cast, and paid : — Sir John, yon
shall not be excused.

Davv. Sir, a new link to the bucket must
needs be had :— And, sir, do yon mean to stop
any of William's wages, about the sack he lost
the other day at Hinckley fair?

Bhal. He shall answer it: Some pigeons Davy;
a couple of short-legged hens ; a joint of inntton;
and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William
eook.

Davy. Doth the man of war stay allnigbt, shr?

Bhtu, Tea, Davy. I will nse him well. A
friend i' the court is better than a penny in pnrse.
Use his men well, Davy; for they are atrant
knaves, and will backbite.

Davy. No worse than they are bitten, sir; for
they have marvellous foul linen, [ness, Pavy.

Bhal. Well conceited, Davy. About tby bnsi-

Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countrijaiice
William "^sor of Wincot against Clement Perkes
of the hill.

Bhal. There are many oomplaint8,Davy, against
that Visor ; that Visor is an arrant knave, on my
knowledge.

Davy, I grant yonr worship that he is a knave,
sir; but yet, Heaven forbid, sir, bnt a knave
should have some countenance at his fri^nrVs
request. An honest man, sir, is able to spe a k for
himself, ^'len a knave is not. I have served

fonr worship truly, sir, these eight years ; and if
oannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a
knave against an honest man, I have but a very
little credit with yonr worship. The knave is
mine honest friend, sir; therefore, I bsieech
yonr worship, let him be countenanced.

Bhal. 6k) to; I say he shall have no wrong.
Look about, Davy. \^Exit Davy.] Where are
yon, Sir John? Come, off with vonr boots.—
Give me your hand. Master Bardolph.

Bard. I am glad to see your worship.

Bhal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind
Master Bardolph : — and welcome, my tall fellow.
[To the Page] Come, Sir John.

[Exit Shallow.

Fal. I'll follow yon, good Master Bobert



Shallow. Bardolph, look to onr horses. {Exeunt
Bardolph and Page.] H I were sawed into
quantities, I should make four dozen of such
beardrd hermit's-staves as Master Shallow. It is
a wondeifnl ihing, to seethesemblablecoherenee
of his men's spirits and his: They, by observing
of him, do bear themselves like foolish jnsUces ;
he, by conversing with them, is turned into a
justice-like serv&g man; their spirits are so
matried in conjunction with the participation of
society, that they flock together m consent, like
so many wild-geese. H I had a suit to Master
ShalloWj I would humour his men, with the
imputation of being near their master : if to his
men, I would curry with Master Shallow, that no
man could better command his servants. It is
certain that either wise bearing, or ignorant
carriage, is caught as men take diseases, one of
another: therefore let men take heed of their
company. I will devise matter enough out of
this Shallow to keep Prince Henry in continual
laughter the weariug-out of six fashions (which
is four terms, or two actions), and he shall lauph
without intervallums. O, it is much that a he
with a slightoath, and a jest with a sad brow, viil
do with a follow that never bad the ache in his
shoulders I 0, you shall see him laugh, till hss
face bo like a wet cloak ill laid np.

Bhal. [Within.) Sir John I

Fal. I come. Master Shallow ; I come. Master
Shallow. [Exit Faustafw.

SCENE n.— Westminster. A Boom in the
Palace.

Enter Wabwtok and Otc Lord Chief Justice.

War. How now, my Lord Chief Justice?

whither away ?
Ch. Just. How doth the king ?
War. Exceeding well ; his cares are now Uil

ended.
Ch. Just. I hope, not dead.
War. He's walk'd the way of nature ;

And, to our purposes, he lives no more.

Ch. Just. I would his majesty had oall'd me
with him :
The service that I truly did his life
Hath left me open to all injuries.

War. Indeed, I think the young king loves

you not.
Ok. Just. I know he doth not ; and do arm
myself.
To welcome the condition of the time ;
Which cannot look more hideously upon me
Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.

Enter Prince John, Prince Humphrbt, Clas-
BKOB, Westhorelamd, and ethers.

War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry:
O, that the living Harry bad the temper
Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen !
How many nobles then should hold theur places.
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort !
Ch. Just. Alas 1 I fear all will be overtum'd.
F. John. Good morrow, consin Warwick, good

morrow.
P. Humph., Cla. Good morrow, cousin.
P. John. We meet like men that had forgot

to speak.
War, We do rt mi mber ; bui^onr argnniest
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P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath
made as heavy I

Oh, Just, Peace be with as, lest we be heavier f

P. Humph. 0, good my lord, yon have lost a
friend indeed:
And I dare swear yon borrow not that faoo
Of seeming sorrow; it is, sore, your own.

P. John, Thongh no man be assur'd what graoe
to find,
Yon stand in coldest expectation :
I am the sorrier; 'wonld 't were otherwise.

Ola, Well, jon most now speak Sir John Fal*
staff fair.
Which swims against your atream of qualify.

Oh. Juit. Sweet princes, what I did I did in
hononr,
Led by th' impartial condnot of my sonl;
And never shall yon see that I will beg
A ragged and forestall'd remission.
If truth and nprigbt innocency fail me,
I'll to the king my master that is dead,
And tell him who hath sent me after him.

War. Here oomes the prince.

ISnter King Hbnbt V.

Oh. Just, Gk>od morrow; and Heaven save
^our majesty t

King, This now and gorgeoos garment, majesty,
Sits not so easy on me as you tbiuk.
Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear.
This is the Eoglish, not the Torkish court:
Not Amnrath an Amnrath succeeds,
But Harry Harry : Yet be sad, good brothers,
For to speak truth, it very well becomes you :
Sorrow so royally in you appears.
That I will deeply put the fashion on,
And wear it in my neart. Why, then, be sad :
But entertain no more of it, good brothers.
Than a joint burthen laid upon us all.
For me, by Heaven, I bid you be assur'd,
I'll be your father and your brother too ;
Let me but bearyour love, I'll bear your cares*
Yet weep that Harry's dead ; and so will I ;
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears.
By number into hours of happiness.

P, John, <ie. We hope no other from your
majesty.

King, Yon all look strangely on me :~and you
most ; (To the Chief Justice.

You are, I think, assur'd I love you not.

Oh. Just. 1 am as8nr'd,if Ibe measur'd rightly,
Your majesty hath no ^UBt cause to hate me.

King, No I How nugbt a prince of my great
hope forget
So great indignities you laid upon me f
What ! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
Th' immediate heir of England 1 Was this easy ?
llav this be waah'd in Letbe, and forgotten 7

Oh. Just. I then did use the person of your
The image of bis power lay then in me : [father :
An<), in th' administration of his law,
Wliiles I was busy for the commonwealth.
Your highness pleased to forget my plaee.
The maj^ty and power of law and justice.
The image oi the king whom I presented,
And struck me in my very seat of judgm<^nt,
Whereon, as an offender to your father,
I gave bold way to my authority,
And did commit von. H the deed were ill.
Be vou contented, wearing now the garland,
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To trip the course of law, and blunt the swortt
That guards the peace and safety of your person.
Nay, more ; to spurn at your most royal image,
And mock jour workings in a second body.
Question your royal thoughts, make the case
Be now the father, and propose a son : [yours ;
Hear your own dignity so much profan'd.
See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted,
Behold yourself so by a son disdain*d:
And then imagine me taking your part.
And, in your power, soft silencing your son:
After this cold consideranoe, sentence me ;
And, as vou are a king, speak in your state.
What I have done that misbecame my place.
My person, or my liege's sovereignty.
King, You are right, justice, and you weigh
this well;
Therefore still bear the balance and the sword ;
And I do wish your honours may increase.
Till yon do live to see a son of mine
Offend vou, and obey you as I did.
So shall I live to speak my father's words : —
Happy am I, that have a man so bold,
That dares do justice to my proper son
And not less happy, having such a son.
That would deliver up his greatness so
Into the hands of Justice. — You did commit me.
For which, I do commit unto your hand
Th' unstained sword that you have us'd to bear
With this remembrance, — ^That you use the same
With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit.
As you have done 'gainst me. Th ere is my hand ;
You shall be as a father to my youth :
My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear,
And I will stoop and humble my intents
To your well-practis'd, wise directions.
And, princes all, believe me, I beseech yon; —
My father is gone wild into his grave.
For in his tomb lie my affections ;
And with his spirit sadly I survive.
To mock the expectation of the world ;
To frustrate prophecies ; and to raze out
Botten opinion, who hath writ me down
After my seeming. The tide of blood in me
Hath proudly flow'd in vaiiHy, till now :
Now doUi it turn, and ebb back to the sea ;
Where it shall mingle with the state of floods,
And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
Now call we our high court of parliament :
And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel
That the great body of our state may go
In equal rank with the best govem'd nation ;
That war, or peace, or both at once, may bo
As things acquainted and familiar to us ; —
In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.
(To the Lord Chief Justice.
Our coronation done, we will aocite.
As I before remember'd, all our state :
And (Heaven consigning' to my good intents)
No prince, nor peer, shbll have just cause to say,
Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day.

[Exeunt.

SCENE in.— Glostershlre. The Garden of
Shallow's Uouse.

Enter Falstaff, Shalllow, SiLsnoa, Bar.
DOLPH, the Page, and Davy.

8hal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard, where,
in an arbour, we will eat a last yesr's pippin of
my own graffing, with a dish of caraways, and so
forth : come, oonsin Silence ; — and then to bed.

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8hal. Barren, btrren, barren; beggars all, beg-

Sire all, Sir John ; — marry, ^oo<l air. — Spread,
ayy; spread, Dary; well said, Davy.
Fal. This Davy series yoa for good nses : he
Ib your serving man, and yoor hnsbaudman.

Shal. L good varlet, a good varlet, a very good
▼arlet. Sir John.— By the mass, I have dmuk too
mnoh sack at supper.— A good varlet. Now sit
down now sit down :— come, eonsin.
BU. Ah, sirrah 1 quoth-a, — ^we shall

Do nothing bnt eat ftndmftke good cheer, Ifiimging.
And praistf HeaTen for the merry year;
When fletih is cheap and females dear.
And laaty lads roam here and there.

So merrily,
And ever among ao merrilj.

Fal. There's a merry heart I— Good Master
Silence, I'll give yon a health for that anon.

Shal, Give Master Bardolpb some witie, Davy.

Davy. Sweet sir, sit ; UeatitM Bahdolpb and
the Page at another tahle.'] I'll be with you

anon: — most sweet sir, sit. ^Master page,

good master page, sit: proface! What yon
want in meat, we'll have in drink. But yon
muat bear ; the heart's all. [Exit.

Shal. Be merry. Master Bardolph ; — and my
little soldier there, be merry.

8U, [Singing.]

Be merry, be merry, my wife hat all ;

For women are shrews, b th short and taD;

*Tia merry in hai. when beards wag all.

And welcome merry shrove-tide.
Be merry, be merry, Ao.

Fal. 1 did not think Master Silence had been
a man of this mettle.
8iL Who, I ? I have been merry twioe and
once, ere now.

Me-enter Davt.

Da9jf. There is a dish of leather-coats for yon.
[Setting them be/ore Bardolph.
Shaf. Davy,—

Davy. Your worship ? — ^I'll be with yon straight.
[To Bard.] — A cnp of wine, slrf
8U, [Singing.]

A onp of wine, that's brisk and fitter
And drink onto the leman mine ;
And a merry heart lives long-a.

Fal, Well said, Master Silence.
Sil, If we shall be merry, now comes in the
sweet of the night.
Fal. Health and long life toyon,Ma8ter Silence.
BU, [Singing.]

nil the enp, and let it eome :

FlI pledge yon a mile to the bottom.

Shal, Honest Bardolph, welcome: If thou
waiit'st anything, and wilt not call, beshrew thy
heart.— Welcome, my little tiny thief [to ilie
Page]; and welcome, indeed, too. —I'll drink to
Master Bardolph, and to all tiie oavaleroes about
London.

Dam/. 1 hope to see London once ere I die.

Barii. An I might see you there, Davy, —

Shal. You'll crack a quart together. Hat will
yon not, Master Btrdolph ?

Bard, Yes, sir, in a pottle pot.

Shal. I tbank thee:— The knave will stick by
thee, I can assure thee that: he will not out; be
is true bred.

Bard. And I'll stick by bim, sir.

Shal. Whv, there spoke a kinfT. Lack nothing:
be merry [Knocking heard.] Look who's at door,
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Fal, Why now. yon haro done me right.

[ To SiLSHOB, who drinkt a bumyer,
8iL [Singing.]

Do me Hirht,
And dub me knight
Samingo.

Is*t not so f

Fal. 'Tisso.

Sil. Ist so t Why, then say, an old man osft
do somewhat.

Re-enter Davy.

Davy. If it please your worship, there's oim
Pistol come from the court with news.
Fal, From the conrt? let him come In.

Enter Pistol.

How now, Pistol ?

Piet. Sir John I save yon, sir.

Fal, What wind blew you hither. Pistol?

Pist, Not the ill wind which blows none to
good. — Sweet knight, thou art now one of tha
greatest men in the realm.

Sil. By'r lady, I think a' be; but goodman
Puff of Barson.

put. Fnar

Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base I —
Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend,
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys.
And golden times, and happy news of price.

FaL I prithee, now deliver them like a man
of this world.

Pi$t, A fontra for the world, and worldlings
base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys.

Fal. base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?
Let King Cophetna know the truth thereof.

Sil, [Singi.]

And Bobin Hood, Scarlet, and John.

Pist, Shall dunghill curs confront the
And shall good news be baffled ? [Helicons ?

Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Fnries' lap.

Shal, Honest gentleman, I know not yoof
breeding.

Pist. Why, then, lament, therefore.

Shal. Give me pardon, sir; — If, sir, yoo eome
with news from the court, I take it there is but
two ways ; either to utter them, or to couceai
them. 1 am, sir, under the king, in some authority.

Pist. Under which king, Bezonian ? speak or die.

Shal. Under King Harry.

Pist. Harry the Fourth? or Fifth?

Shal. Harry the Fourth.

Pist, A fontra for thine office 1-

Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king ;
Htrry the Fifth's the man. I speak the tmth
When Piatol lies, do this; and ng me like
The bragging Spaniard.

Fal, What I is the old king dead ?

Pist. As nail in door : the things I speak STO
just.

Fal. Away, Bardolph: saddle my horse. —
Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou
wilt in the land, 'tis thine.- Pistol, I will double-
charge thee with dignities.

Bard. joyful day!— I wonid not take a
knighthood for my fortune.

Pist. What? I do bring good news?

Fal. Carry Master Silence to bed.— Master
Shallow, my Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I
am fortune's steward. Get on thy boots: we'll
ride all night : — O, sweet Pistol :— Away, Bar*
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Co me : and, withal, devise sometbing to do thy-
•elf good.— Boot, boot, Master Shallow : I know
the jonng king is sick for me. Let as take any
man's horses; the laws of England are at my com-
mandment Happy are they which have been my
friends ; and woe onto my Lord Chief Justice t
Pist. Let vnltores vile seize on his longs also I
Where is the life that late I led ? say they;
Why, here it is ; Welcome these pleasant days.

[Exeunt,

SCENE lY.— London. A Street,

Enter Beadles, dragging in Hostess Quiosly
and Boll Tkab- sheet.

Hoti, No, thon arrant knave ; I would I might
die that I might have thee hanged : thon hast
drawn my shoulder ont of joint.

1 Bead. The constables have delivered her over
to me : and she shall have whipping cheer enough,
I warrant her; there hath been a man or two
lately killed abont her.

DoU. Nnt-book, nnt-hook, yon lie. Come on ;
m tell thee what, thoo damned tripe-visaged
rascal ; an the child I now go with do miscarry,
thon hmdst bettep thon hadst stmck thy mother,
thon paper-faced villain.

Host. that Sir John were come ! he wonld
make this a bloody day to somebodv. Bnt I
woold the fmit of her womb might miscarry 1

Bead. If it do, yon shall have a dozen of
eoshions again; yon have bnt eleven now.
Come, I char^'C yon both go with me ; for the man
is dead that yon and Pistol beat among yon.

DoU. I'll tell thee what, thon thin man in a
censer! I wiD have yon as sonodly swiufied for
this, yoo bhie-bottle rognel yon filthy famished
eorreclioner ; if yon be not swinged, I'll forswear
iialfkirtles.

1 Be€id. Come, oome, yon she knight-errant,
oome.

Hoet. O, that right shonld thns o'ercome mightl
Well ; of iin£ferance comes ease.

DoU. Come, yon rogne, come; bring me to a
Jnstice.

Bost. Yet ; come yon starved blood-honnd.

Doll. Goodman ^^enth; goodman bones t

Boat. Thon atomy, thon I

DoU. Come, yon thin thing; come, yon rascal t

1 Bead. Very welL {Exeunt.

SCENE v.— ji public place near Westminster

Abbey

Enter two Grooms, etrewing ruehas.

1 Oroom. More rushes, more mshea.
f Oroom. The tmmpeta have sonnded twice.
1 Groom. It will be two of the clock ere they
eome from the coronation. [Exeunt Grooms.

Enter Falstatf, Shallow, Pistol, Babdolph,
a$ul the Page.

Fal. Stand here l>y me,Haster Robert Shallow;
I will make the king do yon grace : I will leer
npon him, as be comes by ; and do bnt mark the
eonntenauce that he will give me.

Pist. Bless thy longs, good knight.

Fal. Come here. Pistol; stand bi-hind me— O,
if I had had time to have made new liveries, I
wonld have bestowed the thoneand ponnd I bor-
rowed of yon. [To Shallow.] Bnt it is no
natter ; this poor show doth better : this doth
Infer the seal X had to sec him.



Shal. it doth so.

Fal. It shows my earnestness in afEeotlon.

Shal. It doth so.

Fal. My devotion.

Shal. It doth, it doth, it doth.

Fal. As it were, to ride day and nicbi; and
not to deliberate, not to remember, not to have
patience to shift me.

Shal. It is most certain.

Fal. Bnt to stand stained with travel,and sweat-
ing with desire to see him : thinking of nothing
tHae ; putting all affairs else in oblivion as if there
were nothing else to be done but to see him.



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