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Hoft. Who knocks so loud at door? Look to the door there, Francis.

Enter Peto.

P. Henry. Peto, how now? what news ?

Peto. The king your father is at Westminster ; And there are twenty weak and wearied posts Come from the north : and, as I came along, I met and overtook a dozen captains, Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns, And asking every one for Sir. John Falstaff. P. Henry. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to

blame, So idly to profane the precious time; When tempest of commotion, like the south Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt And drop upon our bare unarmed heads. Give me my sword and cloak. Falstaff, good night.

[Exeunt Prince and Poins. Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence, and leave it unpluck'd. More knocking at the door?--How how? what's the matter ?

Bard. You must away to court, Sir, presently; a dozen captains stay at door for you.

Fal. Pay the musicians, Sirrah. Farewell, hostess ; farewell, Doll. You see, my good wenches, how men of merit are fought after : the undeserver may sleep, when the man of action is calld. Farewell, good wenches : if I be not sent away post, I will see you again ere I go. Dol

. I cannot speak; if my heart be not ready to burst :-_-well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself

. Fal. Farewell, farewell.

Hoft. Well, fare thee well. I have known thee these twenty-nine years, come peascod-time; but an honester and truer-hearted man- Well, fare thee well. Bard. Mistress Tear-sheet



Hoft. What's the matter?
Bard. Bid Mistress Tear-sheet come to my master.
Hot. 10 run, Doll, run; run, good Doll. [ Exeunt.




The palace in London.

Enter king Henry in his night-gown, with a Page.


10, call the earls of Surrey and of Warwick;
But, ere they come, bid them o’er-read these

And well consider of them. Make good speed.


Exit page.

How many thousands of my poorest subjects
Are at this hour asleep! O gentle Neep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness ?
Why rather, Sleep, ly'st thou in smoaky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber;
Than in the perfum’d chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,
And lulld with founds of sweetest melody ?
O thou dull god, why ly'st thou with the vile
In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch

? O run, Doll, run; run good, good Doll.] Thus the folio. The quarto reads, O run, Doll run, run good Doll, come : Joe comes blubber'd. Yea will you come, Doll? STEEVENS. ' This first scene is not in my copy of the firit edition.


A watch

? A watch-case, or a common larum bell ?
Wilt thou, upon the high and giddy mast,
Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains,
In cradle of the rude imperious surge;
And in the visitation of the winds,
Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them
With deafʼning clamours in the 3 slippery throuds,
That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ?
Can'ít thou, O partial Sleep! give thy repose
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude;
And in the calmest and the stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king ? 4 then, happy low, lie down!
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Enter Warwick and Surrey.
War. Many good morrows to your majesty!
K. Henry. Is it good morrow, lords ?


? A watch-case, &c.] This alludes to the watchmen set in garrison-towns upon some eminence attending upon an alarumbell, which he was to ring out in case of fire, or any approaching danger. He had a case or box to shelter him from the weather, but at his utmost peril he was not to sleep whilft he was upon duty. These alarum-bells are mentioned in several other places of Shakespeare. HANMER.

jippery sorouds,] Thus the modern editors. The old copy reads, in the slippery clouds. STEEVENS.

4 — then, happy low, lie down!'] Evidently corrupted from bappy lowly clown. These two lines making the just conclusion from what preceded. “ If sleep will fly a king and consort it“ self with beggars, then happy the lowly clown, and uneasy “ the crown'd head.” WARBURTON.

Dr. Warburton has not admitted this emendation into his text: I am glad to do it the justice which its author has neglected. JOHNSON.

The sense of the old reading seems to be this, “ You, who

are happy in your humble situations, lay down your heads to “ relt: the head that wears a crown lies too uneasy to expect “ such a blessing." Had not Shakespeare thought it necessary to subject himself to the tyranny of rhime, he would probably have said, " then happy low, Deep on! STEEVENS.


War. 'Tis one o'clock, and past.
K. Henry. 9 Why, then, good morrow to you. Well,

my lords,

Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you?

War. We have, my liege.
K. Henry. Then you perceive the body of our kinga

How foul it is; what rank diseases grow,
And with what danger, near the heart of it.

War. ' It is but as a body, yet, distemper'd, Which to its former strength may be restor’d, With good advice and little medicine: My lord Northumberland will soon be coold. K. Henry. O heaven, that one might read the book

of fate; And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent (Weary of solid firmness) melt itself Into the sea! and; other times, to see

In the old edition :
Why then good morrow to you all, my lord's :

Have you read o'er, &c.] The king sends letters to Surrey and Warwick, with charge that they should read them and attend him. Accordingly here Surrey and Warwick come, and no body else. The king would hardly have said, “ Good mor" row to you all," to two peers. THÈOBALD.

Sir Thomas Hanmer and Dr. Warburton have received this emendation, and read well for all. The reading either way is of no importance. JOHNSON.

. It is but as a body, yet, difemper'd,] What would he have more? We should read,

It is but as a body flight distemper'd. WARBURTON. The present reading is right. Distemper, that is, according to the old physic, a disproportionate mixture of humours, or inequality of innate heat and radical humidity, is less than actual disease, being only the state which foreruns or produces diseases. The difference between distemper and disease seems to be much the same as between difpofition and habit. JOHNSON.

My lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd.) I believe Shakespeare wrote fobool'd; tutor'd, and brought to submission.

WARBURTON. Cool'd is certainly right. JOHNSON. VOL. V.



The beachy girdle of the ocean
Too wide for Neptune's hips! how chances mockig
And changes fill the cup of alteration
With divers liquors ! 3 0, if this were seen,
The happiest youth, viewing his progress through
What perils paft, what crosses to ensue,
Would shut the book, and fit him down and die.
'Tis not ten years gone
Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends,
Did feast together; and in two years after
Were they at wars. It is but eight years since
This Percy was the man nearest my soul;
Who, like a brother, toild in my affairs,
And laid his love and life under my foot ;
Yea, for my fake, even to the eyes of Richard
Gave him defiance. 4 But which of you was by
(You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember) [To War.
When Richard, with his eye brim-full of tears,
Then check'd and rated by Northumberland,
Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy?
Northumberland, thou ladder by the which
My cousin Bolingbroke ascends ny throne :
Though then, heaven knows, I had no such intent;
But thát necessity so bow'd the state,
That I and greatness were compellid to kiss :
The time will come, thus did he follow it,
The time will come, that foul fin, gathering bead,
Shall break into corruption : so went on,


-O; if this were seen, &c.] These four lines are fupplied from the edition of 1600. WARBURTON. My copy wants the whole scene, and therefore these lines. There is some difficulty in the line,

What perils past, what crosjes to ensue ; because it seems to make part perils equally terrible with ensuing crosses. Johnson.

4 But which of you was by, &c.] He refers to King Richard, act v. scene But whether the king's or the author's memory fails him, fit was, that Warwick was not present at that conversation, JOHNSON,


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