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The First Part of King Henry the Fourth. Falst.

There's no more faith in thee then a stu'de Prune;

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nor no more truth in thee, then in a drawne Fox: and for

Wooman‑hood, Maid‑marian may be the Deputies wife

of the Ward to thee. Go you nothing: go.

Host.

Say, what thing? what thing?

Falst.

What thing? why a thing to thanke heauen on.

Host.
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I am no thing to thanke heauen on, I wold thou

shouldst know it: I am an honest mans wife: and setting

thy Knighthood aside, thou art a knaue to call me so.

Falst.

Setting thy woman‑hood aside, thou art a beast

to say otherwise.

Host.
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Say, what beast, thou knaue thou?

Fal.

What beast ? Why an Otter.

Prin.

An Otter, sir Iohn? Why an Otter?

Fal.

Why? She's neither fish nor flesh; a man knowes not where to haue her.

Host.

Thou art vniust man in saying so; thou, or anie

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man knowes where to haue me, thou knaue thou.

Prince.

Thou say'st true Hostesse, and he slanders thee most grossely.

Host.

So he doth you, my Lord, and sayde this other

day, You ought him a thousand pound.

Prince.

Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound ?

Falst.
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A thousand pound Hal? A Million. Thy loue is

worth a Million: thou ow'st me thy loue.

Host.

Nay my Lord, he call'd you Iacke, and said hee

would cudgell you.

Fal.

Did I, Bardolph?

Bar.
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Indeed Sir Iohn, you said so.

Fal.

Yea, if he said my Ring was Copper.

Prince.

I say 'tis Copper. Dar'st thou bee as good as

thy word now?

Fal.

Why Hal? thou know'st, as thou art but a man, I

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dare: but, as thou art a Prince, I feare thee, as I feare the

roaring of the Lyons Whelpe.

Prince.

And why not as the Lyon?

Fal.

The King himselfe is to bee feared as the Lyon:

Do'st thou thinke Ile feare thee, as I feare thy Father? nay

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if I do, let my Girdle breake.

Prin.

O, if it should. how would thy guttes fall about

thy knees. But sirra: There's no roome for Faith, Truth,

nor Honesty, in this bosome of thine: it is all fill'd vppe

with Guttes and Midriffe. Charge an honest Woman

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with picking thy pocket? Why thou horson impudent

imbost Rascall, if there were any thing in thy Pocket but

Tauerne Recknings, Memorandums of Bawdie‑houses,

and one poore peny‑worth of Sugar‑candie to make thee

long‑winded: if thy pocket were enrich'd with anie o­

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ther iniuries but these, I am a Villaine: And yet you will

stand to it, you will not Pocket vp wrong. Art thou not

asham'd?

Fal.

Do'st thou heare Hal? Thou know'st in the state

of Innocency, Adam fell: and what should poore Iacke Falstaffe do, in the days of Villany? Thou seest, I haue

more flesh then another man, and therefore more frailty.

You confesse then you pickt my Pocket ?

Prin.

It appears so by the story.

Fal. Hostesse, I forgiue thee:
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Go make ready Breakfast, loue thy Husband, Looke to thy Seruants, and cherish thy Guests: Thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason; Thou feest, I a pacified still. Nay, I prethee be gone. Exit Hostesse.
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Now Hal, to the newes at Court for the Robbery, Lad?

How is that answered?

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Prin. O my sweet Beefe: I must still be good Angell to thee. The Monie is paid backe againe. Fal.
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O, I do not like that paying backe, 'tis a double

Labour.

Prin.

I am good Friends with my Father, and may do

any thing.

Fal.

Rob me the Exchequer the first thing thou do'st,

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and do it with vnwash'd hands too.

Bard.

Do my Lord.

Prin.

I haue procured thee Iacke, a Charge of Foot.

Fal.

I would it had beene of Horse. Where shal I finde

one that can steale well? O, for a fine theefe of two and

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twentie, or thereabout: I am heynously vnprouided. Wel

God be thanked for these Rebels, they offend none but

the Vertuous. I laud them, I praise them.

Prin.

Bardolph.

Bar.

My Lord.

Prin.
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Go beare this Letter to Lord Iohn of Lancaster To my Brother Iohn. This to my Lord of Westmerland, Go Peto, to horse: for thou, and I, Haue thirtie miles to ride yet ere dinner time. Iacke, meet me tomorrow in the Temple Hall
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At two a clocke in the afternoone, There shalt thou know thy Charge, and there receiue Money and Order for their Furniture. The Land is burning, Percie stands on hye, And either they, or we must lower lye.
Fal.
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Rare words! braue world. Hostesse, my breakfast, come: Oh, I could wish thit Tauerne were my drumme.
Exeunt omnes.
Actus Quartus. Scœna Prima. [Act 4, Scene 1] Enter Harrie Hotspurre, Worcester, and Dowglas. Hot. Well said, my Noble Scot, if speaking truth In this fine Age, were not thought flatterie,
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Such attribution should the Dowglas haue, As not a Souldiour of this seasons stampe, Should go so generall currant through the world. By heauen I cannot flatter: I defie The Tongues of Soothers. But a Brauer place
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In my hearts loue, hath no man then your Selfe. Nay, taske me to my word: approue me Lord.
Dow. Thou art the King of Honor: No man so potent breathes vpon the ground, But I will Beard him. Enter a Messenger. Hot.
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Do so, and 'tis well. What Letters hast there?

I can but thanke you.

Mess.

These Letters come from your Father.

Hot. Letters from him? Why comes he not himselfe? Mes.
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He cannot come, my Lord, He is greeuous sicke.
Hot. How? haz he the leysure to be sicke now, In such a iustling time? Who leades his power? Vnder whose Go uernment come they along? f2 Mes

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Actus Quartus. Scœna Prima. [Act 4, Scene 1] Enter Harrie Hotspurre, Worcester, and Dowglas. Hot. Well said, my Noble Scot, if speaking truth In this fine Age, were not thought flatterie,
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Such attribution should the Dowglas haue, As not a Souldiour of this seasons stampe, Should go so generall currant through the world. By heauen I cannot flatter: I defie The Tongues of Soothers. But a Brauer place
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In my hearts loue, hath no man then your Selfe. Nay, taske me to my word: approue me Lord.
Dow. Thou art the King of Honor: No man so potent breathes vpon the ground, But I will Beard him. Enter a Messenger. Hot.
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Do so, and 'tis well. What Letters hast there?

I can but thanke you.

Mess.

These Letters come from your Father.

Hot. Letters from him? Why comes he not himselfe? Mes.
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He cannot come, my Lord, He is greeuous sicke.
Hot. How? haz he the leysure to be sicke now, In such a iustling time? Who leades his power? Vnder whose Go uernment come they along? Mess.
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His Letters beares his minde, not I his minde.
Wor. I prethee tell me, doth he keepe his Bed? Mess. He did, my Lord, foure dayes ere I set forth: And at the time of my departure thence, He was much fear'd by his Physician. Wor.
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I would the state of time had first beene whole, Ere he by sicknesse had beene visited: His health was neuer better worth then now.
Hotsp. Sicke now? droope now? this sicknes doth infect The very Life‑blood of our Enterprise,
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'Tis catching hither, euen to our Campe. He writes me here, that inward sicknesse, And that his friends by deputation Could not so soone be drawne: nor did he thinke it meet, To lay so dangerous and deare a trust
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On any Soule remou'd, but on his owne. Yet doth he giue vs bold aduertisement, That with our small coniunction we should on, To see how Fortune is dispos'd to vs: For, as he writes, there is no quailing now,
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Because the King is certainely possest Of all our purposes. What say you to it?
Wor.

Your Fathers sicknesse is a mayme to vs.

Hots. A perillous Gash, a very Limme lopt off: And yet, in faith, it is not his present want
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Seemes more then we shall finde it. Were it good, to set the exact wealth of all our states All at one Cast? To set so rich a mayne On the nice hazard of one doubtfull houre, It were not good: for therein should we reade
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The very Bottome, and the Soule of Hope, The very List, the very vtmost Bound Of all our fortunes.
Dowg. Faith, and so wee should, Where now remaines a sweet reuersion.
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We may boldly spend, vpon the hope Of what is to come in: A comfort of retyrement liues in this.
Hotsp. A Randeuous, a Home to flye vnto, If that the Deuill and Mischance looke bigge
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Vpon the Maydenhead of our Affaires.
Wor. But yet I would your Father had beene here: The Qualitie and Heire of our Attempt Brookes no diuision: It will be thought By some, that know not why he is away,
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That wisedome, loyaltie, and meere dislike Of our proceedings, kept the Earle from hence. And thinke, how such an apprehension May turne the tyde of fearefull Faction, And breede a kinde of question in our cause:
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For well you know, wee of the offring side, Must keepe a loose from strict arbitrement, And stop all sight‑holes, euery loope, from whence The eye of reason may prie in vpon vs: This absence of your Father drawes a Curtaine,
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That shewes the ignorant a kinde of feare, Before not dreamt of.
Hotsp. You strayne too farre. I rather of his absence make this vse: It lends a Lustre and more great Opinion,
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A larger Dare to your great Enterprize, Then if the Earle were here: for men must thinke, If we without his helpe, can make a Head To push aginst the Kingdome; with his helpe, We shall o're‑turne it topsie‑turuy downe:
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Yet all goes well yet all our ioynts are whole. The bottom part of the letters on this line has been obscured by a paper strip covering a tear in the page.
Dowg. As heart can thinke: There is not such a word spoke of in Scotland, At this Dreame of Feare. Enter Sir Richard Vernon. Hotsp. My Cousin Vernon, welcome by my Soule. Vern.
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Pray God my newes be worth a welcome, Lord, The Earle of Westmerland, seuen thousand strong, Is marching hither‑wards, with Prince Iohn.
Hotsp. No harme: what more? Vern. And further, I haue learn'd,
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The King himselfe in person hath set forth, Or hither‑wards intended speedily, With strong and mightie preparation.
Hotsp. He shall be welcome too. Where is his Sonne,
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The nimble‑footed Mad‑Cap, Prince of Wales, And his Cumrades, that daft the World aside, And bid it passe?
Vern. All furnisht, all in Armes, All plum'd like Estridges, that with the Winde
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Bayted like Eagles, hauing lately bath'd, Glittering in Golden Coates, like Images, As full of spirit as the Moneth of May, And gorgeous as the Sunne at Mid‑summer, Wanton as youthfull Goates, wilde as young Bulls.
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I saw young Harry with his Beuer on, His Cushes on his thighes, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his Seat, As if an Angell dropt downe from the Clouds,
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To turne and winde a fierie Pegasus, And witch the World with Noble Horsemanship.
Hotsp. No more, no more, Worse then the Sunne in March: This prayse doth nourish Agues: let them come.
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They come like Sacrifices in their trimme, And to the fire‑ey'd Maid of smoakie Warre, All hot, and bleeding, will wee offer them: The mayled Mars shall on his Altar sit Vp to the eares in blood. I am on fire,
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To heare this rich reprizall is so nigh, And yet not ours. Come, let me take my Horse, Who is to beare me like a Thunder‑bolt, Against the bosome of the Prince of Wales. Harry to Harry, shall not Horse to Horse
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Meete, and ne're part, till one drop downe a Coarse? Oh, that Glendower were come.
Ver. There is more newes: I learned in Worcester, as I rode along, He cannot draw his Power this foureteene dayes. Dowg.
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That's the worst Tidings that I heare of yet.
Wor. I by my faith, that beares a frosty sound. Hotsp. What may the Kings whole Battaile reach unto? Ver.

To thirty thousand.

Hot. Forty let it be,
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My Father and Glendower being both away, The powres of vs, may serue so great a day. Come, let vs take a muster speedily: Doomesday is neere; dye all, dye merrily.
Dow. Talke not of dying, I am out of feare
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Of death, or deaths hand, for this one halfe yeare.
Exeunt Omnes.
 

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      <l n="2179">The very Life‑blood of our Enterprise,</l>
      <l n="2180">'Tis catching hither, euen to our Campe.</l>
      <l n="2181">He writes me here, that inward sicknesse,</l>
      <l n="2182">And that his friends by deputation</l>
      <l n="2183">Could not so soone be drawne: nor did he thinke it meet,</l>
      <l n="2184">To lay so dangerous and deare a trust</l>
      <l n="2185">On any Soule remou'd, but on his owne.</l>
      <l n="2186">Yet doth he giue vs bold aduertisement,</l>
      <l n="2187">That with our small coniunction we should on,</l>
      <l n="2188">To see how Fortune is dispos'd to vs:</l>
      <l n="2189">For, as he writes, there is no quailing now,</l>
      <l n="2190">Because the King is certainely possest</l>
      <l n="2191">Of all our purposes. What say you to it?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
      <p n="2192">Your Fathers sicknesse is a mayme to vs.</p>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Hots.</speaker>
      <l n="2193">A perillous Gash, a very Limme lopt off:</l>
      <l n="2194">And yet, in faith, it is not his present want</l>
      <l n="2195">Seemes more then we shall finde it.</l>
      <l n="2196">Were it good, to set the exact wealth of all our states</l>
      <l n="2197">All at one Cast? To set so rich a mayne</l>
      <l n="2198">On the nice hazard of one doubtfull houre,</l>
      <l n="2199">It were not good: for therein should we reade</l>
      <l n="2200">The very Bottome, and the Soule of Hope,</l>
      <l n="2201">The very List, the very vtmost Bound</l>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-dou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dowg.</speaker>
      <l n="2203">Faith, and so wee should,</l>
      <l n="2204">Where now remaines a sweet reuersion.</l>
      <l n="2205">We may boldly spend, vpon the hope</l>
      <l n="2206">Of what is to come in:</l>
      <l n="2207">A comfort of retyrement liues in this.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hotsp.</speaker>
      <l n="2208">A Randeuous, a Home to flye vnto,</l>
      <l n="2209">If that the Deuill and Mischance looke bigge</l>
      <l n="2210">Vpon the Maydenhead of our Affaires.</l>
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      <l n="2219">And breede a kinde of question in our cause:</l>
      <l n="2220">For well you know, wee of the offring side,</l>
      <l n="2221">Must keepe a loose from strict arbitrement,</l>
      <l n="2222">And stop all sight‑holes, euery loope, from whence</l>
      <l n="2223">The eye of reason may prie in vpon vs:</l>
      <l n="2224">This absence of your Father drawes a Curtaine,</l>
      <l n="2225">That shewes the ignorant a kinde of feare,</l>
      <l n="2226">Before not dreamt of.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hotsp.</speaker>
      <l n="2227">You strayne too farre.</l>
      <l n="2228">I rather of his absence make this vse:</l>
      <l n="2229">It lends a Lustre and more great Opinion,</l>
      <l n="2230">A larger Dare to your great Enterprize,</l>
      <l n="2231">Then if the Earle were here: for men must thinke,</l>
      <l n="2232">If we without his helpe, can make a Head</l>
      <l n="2233">To push aginst the Kingdome; with his helpe,</l>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-dou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dowg.</speaker>
      <l n="2236">As heart can thinke:</l>
      <l n="2237">There is not such a word spoke of in Scotland,</l>
      <l n="2238">At this Dreame of Feare.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Sir Richard Vernon.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hotsp.</speaker>
      <l n="2239">My Cousin<hi rend="italic">Vernon</hi>, welcome by my Soule.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-ver">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vern.</speaker>
      <l n="2240">Pray God my newes be worth a welcome, Lord,</l>
      <l n="2241">The Earle of Westmerland, seuen thousand strong,</l>
      <l n="2242">Is marching hither‑wards, with Prince<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hotsp.</speaker>
      <l n="2243">No harme: what more?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-ver">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vern.</speaker>
      <l n="2244">And further, I haue learn'd,</l>
      <l n="2245">The King himselfe in person hath set forth,</l>
      <l n="2246">Or hither‑wards intended speedily,</l>
      <l n="2247">With strong and mightie preparation.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hotsp.</speaker>
      <l n="2248">He shall be welcome too.</l>
      <l n="2249">Where is his Sonne,</l>
      <l n="2250">The nimble‑footed Mad‑Cap, Prince of Wales,</l>
      <l n="2251">And his Cumrades, that daft the World aside,</l>
      <l n="2252">And bid it passe?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-ver">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vern.</speaker>
      <l n="2253">All furnisht, all in Armes,</l>
      <l n="2254">All plum'd like Estridges, that with the Winde</l>
      <l n="2255">Bayted like Eagles, hauing lately bath'd,</l>
      <l n="2256">Glittering in Golden Coates, like Images,</l>
      <l n="2257">As full of spirit as the Moneth of May,</l>
      <l n="2258">And gorgeous as the Sunne at Mid‑summer,</l>
      <l n="2259">Wanton as youthfull Goates, wilde as young Bulls.</l>
      <l n="2260">I saw young<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>with his Beuer on,</l>
      <l n="2261">His Cushes on his thighes, gallantly arm'd,</l>
      <l n="2262">Rise from the ground like feathered<hi rend="italic">Mercury</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2263">And vaulted with such ease into his Seat,</l>
      <l n="2264">As if an Angell dropt downe from the Clouds,</l>
      <l n="2265">To turne and winde a fierie<hi rend="italic">Pegasus</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2266">And witch the World with Noble Horsemanship.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hotsp.</speaker>
      <l n="2267">No more, no more,</l>
      <l n="2268">Worse then the Sunne in March:</l>
      <l n="2269">This prayse doth nourish Agues: let them come.</l>
      <l n="2270">They come like Sacrifices in their trimme,</l>
      <l n="2271">And to the fire‑ey'd Maid of smoakie Warre,</l>
      <l n="2272">All hot, and bleeding, will wee offer them:</l>
      <l n="2273">The mayled<hi rend="italic">Mars</hi>shall on his Altar sit</l>
      <l n="2274">Vp to the eares in blood. I am on fire,</l>
      <l n="2275">To heare this rich reprizall is so nigh,</l>
      <l n="2276">And yet not ours. Come, let me take my Horse,</l>
      <l n="2277">Who is to beare me like a Thunder‑bolt,</l>
      <l n="2278">Against the bosome of the Prince of Wales.</l>
      <l n="2279">
         <hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>to<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>, shall not Horse to Horse</l>
      <l n="2280">Meete, and ne're part, till one drop downe a Coarse?</l>
      <l n="2281">Oh, that<hi rend="italic">Glendower</hi>were come.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-ver">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ver.</speaker>
      <l n="2282">There is more newes:</l>
      <l n="2283">I learned in Worcester, as I rode along,</l>
      <l n="2284">He cannot draw his Power this foureteene dayes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-dou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dowg.</speaker>
      <l n="2285">That's the worst Tidings that I heare of
      <lb/>yet.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
      <l n="2286">I by my faith, that beares a frosty sound.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hotsp.</speaker>
      <l n="2287">What may the Kings whole Battaile reach
      <lb/>unto?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-ver">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ver.</speaker>
      <p n="2288">To thirty thousand.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="2289">Forty let it be,</l>
      <l n="2290">My Father and<hi rend="italic">Glendower</hi>being both away,</l>
      <l n="2291">The powres of vs, may serue so great a day.</l>
      <l n="2292">Come, let vs take a muster speedily:</l>
      <l n="2293">Doomesday is neere; dye all, dye merrily.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-dou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dow.</speaker>
      <l n="2294">Talke not of dying, I am out of feare</l>
      <l n="2295">Of death, or deaths hand, for this one halfe yeare.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt Omnes.</stage>
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