Fal. My Lord! Rebuke is too often the reward of valor. Do you think me a swallow, an arrow, or a bullet? Have I in my poor old motion the expedition of thought? I fpeeded hither with the very extremeft inch of poffibility. I have foundered nine fcore and odd pofts, and here have I, in my pure and immaculate valor, taken a moft furious enemy. But what of that? He trembled at my prowefs: fo that I may juftly fay with the hook-nofed fellow of Rome, " I came, I faw, and over-came."

Lanc. But did not Bardolph come, and fee, and help you to overcome?

Fal. Bardolph's fhining nofe, my Lord, only made, my valor more manifeft. I beseech your Grace, let this be booked with the rest of this day's fair actions: or L will have it in a particular ballad, elfe; with my own picture on the top of it in the character of victory, and Morton kiffing foot. Therefore let me have right, and let defert mount.

my

Lanc. Thine is too heavy to mount.

Fal. Let it fshine then.

Lanc. It is too thick to shine,

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Fal. Let it do fomething, my good Lord, that do me good, and call it what you will.

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Enter WESTMORELAND.

West. Retreat is made, and execution ftayed.

Lanc. Send Morton hence, with his confederates, To York, to prefent execution!

(Exit MORTON, guarded. And now, dispatch we towards the Count, my Lord.

I hear my father's fickness is increas'd.

Our news fhall comfort his declining spirits ; Which, Coufin, you shall bear : we'll follow straight. (Exit WESTMORELAND.

Fal. My Lord, I befeech you, give me leave to go thro' Glofterfhire ;-and when you come to Court, pray let me ftand in your good report, my Lord.

Lanc. Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition, Shall better speak of you than you deserve. (Exeunt LANC. &c.

Fal. I would you had but the wit, 'twere better than your Dukedom. Good faith, this fame young fober-blooded boy doth not love me a man cannot make him laugh! but that's no marvel, he drinks no wine. A good fherris-fack hath a twofold operation it afcends me into the brain, dries me there all the foolish, dull and crude vapors, makes it apprehenfive, quick, hventive, full of nimble, firy, and delectable fhapes, which give the tongue

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tongue excellent wit. The fecond property of your good therris, is the warming of the blood, which, being cold, left the liver white and pale, the badge of pufillanimity and cowardice ;-but by wine the spirits centre all in the heart, which is then fitted for any deed of courage; and this valor comes of fack. Hence it comes, that Prince Henry is valiant; for the cold blood, which he inherited of his father, he has fo warmed and improved by drinking good store of fertile fack, that he is become very hot and valiant. If I had a thousand fons, the first human principle I would teach them would be-to forfwear thin potations, and to addict themselves to fack,

(Exeunt,

SCENE IV.

The Palace at WESTMINSTER..

Enter KING HENRY, GLOCESTER, and CHIEF JUSTICE.

K. Hen. Humphrey, my fon of Glocefter! where's your brother,

The Prince of Wales?

Gl. He's gone, my Lord, to Windfor

K. Hen. How chance thou art not with him?

thou neglect'ft him,

Yet

Yet haft the dearest place in his affections.
O cherish it, my boy, nor blunt his love,
Nor lofe the good advantage of his grace,
By feeming cold, or careless of his will.
For he is gracious, if he be observed;
He hath a tear for pity, and a heart
Open as day for melting charity:

Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint
As humorous as winter; and as fudden
As flaws congealed in the spring of day:
His temper therefore must be well obferv'd.
Chide him for faults, and do it rev'rently,
When thou perceiv'st his blood inclin❜d to mirth,
Hence fhalt thou prove a fhelter to thy friends,
A bond of concord to unite thy brothers.-
But, tell me, how is he accompanied?

Glo. With Poins, and his continual followers.

K. Hen. Moft fubject is the fatteft foil to weeds, And he, the noble image of my youth, Is overspread with them; therefore my grief Stretches itfelf beyond the hour of death.

The blood weeps from my heart, when I presage,
In forms of fancy, the unguided days,

And rotten times, that you are doom'd to fee,
When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
For when his head-ftrong riot has no curb,
When rage and paffion are his counsellors,

O, with

O, with what wings fhall his affections fly
Tow'rds fronting peril, and oppos'd decay!

Ch. Just. My gracious Lord, you look beyond
him quite.

The Prince will, in the proper point of time,
Caft off his follies; and their memory

Shall as a pattern or a measure live,

By which he will decide on others' faults,
Turning past evils to advantages.

K. Hen. 'Tis feldom that the bee doth leave

her comb

In the dead carrion.--Who's there? Westmoreland?

Enter WESTMORELAND.

West. Health to my King, and fore of happiness,

As bright and lafting as the news I bring!
Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Northumberland,
Haftings, and all that wav'd rebellion's flag,
Are brought to the correction of your law.
There is not now a rebel's fword unsheath'd,
But peace puts forth her olive ev'ry where.

K. Hen. O Weftmoreland, thou art a fummer

That ever in the end of winter fings

The rifing of the day.-Look, here's more news!

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