. The works of Shakespeare : in seven volumes : collated with the oldest copies, and corrected, with notes, explanatory, and critical. all him forth. Peto. Falftajf? — faft afleep, behind the arras, andfnorting like a horfe. P. Henry. Hark, how hard he fetches breath: fearchhis pockets. [He fearch es his pocketj, and finds certain papers, P. Henry. What haft thou found ? Peto. Nothing but papers, my lord. P. Henry. Lets fee, what be they? read them, Peto. Item^ a capon, is. Sawce, 4*/.Item, Sack, two gallons, f s. 8 , Anchoves and fack after fupper, is. , Bread, a halfpe
. The works of Shakespeare : in seven volumes : collated with the oldest copies, and corrected, with notes, explanatory, and critical. all him forth. Peto. Falftajf? — faft afleep, behind the arras, andfnorting like a horfe. P. Henry. Hark, how hard he fetches breath: fearchhis pockets. [He fearch es his pocketj, and finds certain papers, P. Henry. What haft thou found ? Peto. Nothing but papers, my lord. P. Henry. Lets fee, what be they? read them, Peto. Item^ a capon, is. Sawce, 4*/.Item, Sack, two gallons, f s. 8 , Anchoves and fack after fupper, is. , Bread, a halfpenny. P. Henry. O rrionftrous! but one halfpenny-worth ofbread, to this intolerable deal of fack ? What there iselk, keep clofe, well read it at more advantage; therelet him fleep till day. Ill to the Court in the morning:we mult all to the wars, and thy place fhall be honour-able. Ill procure this fat rogue I charge of foot, and,I know, his death will be a march of twelvefcore. Themony fhall be paid back again with advantage. Be Withme betimes in the morning ; and fo good morrow,Peto. Peto. Good morrow-, good my lord. [ a c T King H E N( R Y IV. 3 9 I ACT III. SCENE, the Archdeacon of BangorVHoufe in WALES. Enter Hot-fpur, Worcefter, Lord Mortimer, andOwen Glendower, Mortimer. THESE promifes are fair, the parties fure,And our indu&ion full of profprous Lord Mortimer^ and coufin Glendower^Will you fit down? And, uncle Worcefter— A plague upon it!I have forgot the map. Glend. No, here it is5Sit, coufin Percy, fit, good coufin Hot-fpur:For by that name, as oft as LancafterDoth fpeak of you, his cheek looks pale 5 and withA rifing figh, he wifheth you in heavn. Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hearsOwen Glendower fpoke of. Glend. 1 blame him not: at my Nativity,The front of heavn was full of fiery fhapes,Of burning Crefletsj know, that, at my birth,The frame and the foundation of the earthShook like a coward. Hot. So it woud have doneAt the fame feafon, if
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