of Henrie the fourth.
879826my
selfe, and go to bu
ffets, for mouing
such a di
sh of
skim milke
880827with
so honorable an a
ction. Hang him, let him tell the king, we
881828are prepared: I will
set forward to night.
Enter his Lady.
884829How now Kate, I mu
st leaue you within the
se two houres.
885830Lady. O my good Lord, why are you thus alone?
886831For what o
ffence haue I this fortnight bin
887832A bani
sht woman from my Harries bed?
888833Tel me
sweet Lord, what i
st that takes from thee
889834Thy
stomacke, plea
sure, and thy goulden
sleepe?
890835Why do
st thou bend thine eies vpon the earth?
891836And
start
so often when thou
sit
st alone?
892837Why ha
st thou lo
st the fre
sh bloud in thy cheekes?
893838And giuen my trea
sures and my rights of thee
894839To thicke eyde mu
sing, and cur
st melancholy?
895840In thy faint
slumbers I by thee haue watcht,
896841And heard the murmur, tales of yron wars,
897842Speake tearmes of mannage to thy bounding
steed,
898843Cry courage to the
field. And thou ha
st talkt
899844Of
sallies, and retyres of trenches tents,
900845Of pallizadoes, frontiers, parapets,
901846Of ba
sili
sks, of canon, culuerin,
902847Of pri
soners ran
some, and of
soldiors
slaine,
903848And all the currents of a heddy
fight.
904849Thy
spirit within thee hath bin
so at war,
905850And thus hath
so be
stird thee in thy
sleepe,
906851That beads of
sweat haue
stood vpon thy brow
907852Like bubbles in a late di
sturbed
streame
908853And in thy face
strange motions haue appeard,
909854Such as we
see when men re
straine their breath,
910855On
some great
suddain he
st. O what portents are the
se?
911856Some heauy bu
sine
sse hath my Lord in hand,
912857And I mu
st know it el
se he loues me not.
913858Hot. What ho, is Gilliams with the packet gone?
914859Ser. He is my Lord, an houre ago.
915860Hot. Hath Butler brought tho
se hor
ses from the Sheri
ffe?
916861Ser. One hor
se my Lord he brought euen now.
917862Hot. What hor
se, Roane? a cropeare is it not?
D1 Hot.