1368Fal. No, I thinke thou art not: I thinke thou art quit

1369for that. Marry, there is another Indictment vpon thee,

1370for suffering flesh to bee eaten in thy house, contrary to

1371the Law, for the which I thinke thou wilt howle.

1372Host. All Victuallers doe so: What is a Ioynt of

1373Mutton, or two, in a whole Lent?

1374Prince. You, Gentlewoman.

1375Dol. What sayes your Grace?

1376Falst. His Grace sayes that, which his flesh rebells

1377against.

1378Host. Who knocks so lowd at doore? Looke to the

1379doore there, Francis?

1381Prince. Peto, how now? what newes?

1382Peto. The King, your Father, is at Westminster,

1383And there are twentie weake and wearied Postes,

1384Come from the North: and as I came along,

1385I met, and ouer-tooke a dozen Captaines,

1386Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the Tauernes,

1387And asking euery one for Sir Iohn Falstaffe.

1388Prince. By Heauen (Poines) I feele me much to blame,

1389So idly to prophane the precious time,

1390When Tempest of Commotion, like the South,

1391Borne with black Vapour, doth begin to melt,

1392And drop vpon our bare vnarmed heads.

1393Giue me my Sword, and Cloake:

1394Falstaffe, good night. Exit.

1395Falst. Now comes in the sweetest Morsell of the

1396night, and wee must hence, and leaue it vnpickt. More

1397knocking at the doore? How now? what's the mat-

1398ter?

1399Bard. You must away to Court, Sir, presently,

1400A dozen Captaines stay at doore for you.

1401Falst. Pay the Musitians, Sirrha: farewell Hostesse,

1402farewell Dol. You see (my good Wenches) how men of

1403Merit are sought after: the vndeseruer may sleepe, when

1404the man of Action is call'd on. Farewell good Wenches:

1405if I be not sent away poste, I will see you againe, ere I

1406goe.

1407Dol. I cannot speake: if my heart bee not readie

1408to burst--- Well (sweete Iacke) haue a care of thy

1409selfe.

1410Falst. Farewell, farewell. Exit.

1411Host. Well, fare thee well: I haue knowne thee

1412these twentie nine yeeres, come Pescod-time: but an

1413honester, and truer-hearted man--- Well, fare thee

1414well.

1415Bard. Mistris Teare-sheet.

1416Host. What's the matter?

1417Bard. Bid Mistris Teare-sheet come to my Master.

1418Host. Oh runne Dol, runne: runne, good Dol.

1422King. Goe, call the Earles of Surrey, and of Warwick:

1423But ere they come, bid them ore-reade these Letters,

1424And well consider of them: make good speed.

1425How many thousand of my poorest Subiects

1426Are at this howre asleepe? O Sleepe, O gentle Sleepe,

1427Natures soft Nurse, how haue I frighted thee,

1428That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids downe,

1429And steepe my Sences in Forgetfulnesse?

1430Why rather (Sleepe) lyest thou in smoakie Cribs,

1431Vpon vneasie Pallads stretching thee,

1432And huisht with bussing Night, flyes to thy slumber,

1433Then in the perfum'd Chambers of the Great?

1434Vnder the Canopies of costly State,

1435And lull'd with sounds of sweetest Melodie?

1436O thou dull God, why lyest thou with the vilde,

1437In loathsome Beds, and leau'st the Kingly Couch,

1438A Watch-case, or a common Larum-Bell?

1439Wilt thou, vpon the high and giddie Mast,

1440Seale vp the Ship-boyes Eyes, and rock his Braines,

1441In Cradle of the rude imperious Surge,

1442And in the visitation of the Windes,

1443Who take the Ruffian Billowes by the top,

1444Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them

1445With deaff'ning Clamors in the slipp'ry Clouds,

1446That with the hurley, Death it selfe awakes?

1447Canst thou (O partiall Sleepe) giue thy Repose

1448To the wet Sea-Boy, in an houre so rude:

1449And in the calmest, and most stillest Night,

1450With all appliances, and meanes to boote,

1451Deny it to a King? Then happy Lowe, lye downe,

1452Vneasie lyes the Head, that weares a Crowne.

1454War. Many good-morrowes to your Maiestie.

1455King. Is it good-morrow, Lords?

1456War. 'Tis One a Clock, and past.

1457King. Why then good-morrow to you all (my Lords:)

1458Haue you read o're the Letters that I sent you?

1459War. We haue (my Liege.)

1460King. Then you perceiue the Body of our Kingdome,

1461How foule it is: what ranke Diseases grow,

1462And with what danger, neere the Heart of it?

1463War. It is but as a Body, yet distemper'd,

1464Which to his former strength may be restor'd,

1465With good aduice, and little Medicine:

1466My Lord Northumberland will soone be cool'd.

1467King. Oh Heauen, that one might read the Book of Fate,

1468And see the reuolution of the Times

1469Make Mountaines leuell, and the Continent

1470(Wearie of solide firmenesse) melt it selfe

1471Into the Sea: and other Times, to see

1472The beachie Girdle of the Ocean

1473Too wide for Neptunes hippes; how Chances mocks

1474And Changes fill the Cuppe of Alteration

1475With diuers Liquors. 'Tis not tenne yeeres gone,

1476Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends,

1477Did feast together; and in two yeeres after,

1478Were they at Warres. It is but eight yeeres since,

1479This Percie was the man, neerest my Soule,

1480Who, like a Brother, toyl'd in my Affaires,

1481And layd his Loue and Life vnder my foot:

1482Yea, for my sake, euen to the eyes of Richard

1483Gaue him defiance. But which of you was by

1484(You Cousin Neuil, as I may remember)

1485When Richard, with his Eye, brim-full of Teares,

1486(Then check'd, and rated by Northumberland)

1487Did speake these words (now prou'd a Prophecie:)

1488Northumberland, thou Ladder, by the which