fall in love with him: in doing which, I have done the part of a careful friend, and true fubject, and thy father must honor me for it. No abufe, Hal! none, Ned, none! no, boys, none !

P. Hen. See now, whether pure fear, and rank cowardice do not make thee wrong our good hoftefs, to clear thyfelf with us! Is the of the wicked? Is the boy of the wicked?-Or is ho neft Bardolph, whofe zeal burns in his nofe, of the wicked?

Poins. Anfwer, thou dead elm, answer!

Fal. What, upon compulfion! Give you an anfwer upon compulfion! If answers were as plenty as geefe at Michaelinas, I would give no man an anfwer upon compulfion, I!

Enter GOWER.

P. Hen. How now, Gower, what news?

Gower.

The King your father is at West minster;

And there are twenty weak and wearied pofts
Come from the North, and as I came along,
I met, and overtook a dozen Captains,
Bare-headed, panting, knocking at the taverns,
And asking ev'ry one for Sir John Falstaff.

P. Hen

P. Hen. By Heaven, Poins, I feel me much

to blame,

So idly to profane the precious time;

When tempeft of commotion, like the South
Borne with black yapor, doth begin to melt,
And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.
Give me my fword and cloak.-Come, Falstaff,
come !

Fal. O,I could with this tavern were my drum!

ACT III.

SCENE I.

The Palace,

Enter KING HENRY, in his Night Gown.

King Henry.

HOW many thousand of my pooreft fubHow jects

Are at this hour afleep!-O gentle fleep, Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,

And steep my fenfes in forgetfulness ?

Why rather, fleep, lieft thou in smoky cribs,

Upon uneafy pallets ftretching thee,

And hufh'd with buzzing night-flies to thy flumber;
Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of coftly state,

And lull'd with founds of sweetest melody?
O thou dull God, why lieft thou with the vile
In loathfome beds, and leav'ft the kingly couch,
A watch-cafe, or a common 'larum bell?
Will thou, upon the high and giddy mast
Seal up the fhip-boy's eyes, and rock his brains
In cradle of the rude, imperious furge;

And

And in the vifitation of the winds,

Who take the ruffian billows by the top,

Curling their monftrous heads, and hanging them
With deaf'ning clamors in the flipp'ry shrouds,
That with the hurly Death itself awakes?
Canft thou, O partial Sleep, give thy repose
To the wet fea-boy in an hour so rude,
And in the calmeft and the ftillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a King?-then happy, lowly clown!
Uneafy lies the head, that wears a crown!

Enter PRINCE JOHN of LANCASTER,
PRINCE HUMPHREY of GLOCESTER, and
WESTMORELAND.

Lanc. Many good morrows to your Majesty !

K. Hen. You're early, Lords! the candles of

the night

Can scarce be yet burnt out.

Glo. Can we, my Liege,

Draw the sweet breath of fleep in quiet rest,
While watchful cares ftill interpofe themselves
Between your eyes and night? Please it your Grace,
Retire to bed! Your health is out of tune;
On that depends the fafety of the state;
And these unfeafon'd hours increase your fickness.

K Hen. Can I be found, when rank diseases

grow

Within the body of the groaning realm,
And foon may reach the heart?

West. Fear not, my Liege !

Your kingdom's former ftrength will be reftor'd By prudent counfel, and by active valör.

K. Hen. O Heav'n! that one might read the book of fate;

And read the revolution of the times

Make mountains level, and the Continent,

Weary of folid firmness, melt itself

Into the fea!-At other times, to fee

The beachy girdle of the Ocean

Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock And changes fill the cup of alteration

With divers liquors! O, if this were seen,

The happiest youth,-viewing his progress thro',
What perils paft, what croffes to enfue,-
Would shut the book, and fit him down, and die.
Not ten years fince, Northumberland and Richard
Feasted together in fair amity,

But foon they hurl'd defiance at each other.
This Percy late was nearest to my foul,
And laid his love and fervice at my feet;
But now, foul infurrection, gath'ring head,
Directs his force against my crown and life!

Glo. If fate has made thefe fearful revolutions The neceffary motions of the world,

Then