:19:06
The thieves are scatter'd, and
possess'd with fear!
:19:10
Each takes his fellow
for an officer.
:19:12
Falstaff sweats to death, and
lards the earth as he walks.
:19:16
We're not for laughing,
I should pity him.
:19:25
None knowest the faring of
mine strayed son, Harry?
:19:30
- I hath seen him not for months.
- My lord.
:19:33
- Did thou read the letters I sent?
- Yes, my lord.
:19:37
Our kingdom is sick, a serious
disease spreads over it.
:19:41
Percy and Lord art supported by
50,000 men, they say.
:19:44
Here comes Lord Rham.
:19:47
Lord Northumberland is sick,
but a great army of...
:19:49
...Englishmen and Scots,
follows Henry Percy.
:19:52
My pride be wounded by envy.
:19:55
I envy that Lord Northumberland
should be the father...
:19:58
...to so blest a son.
:20:01
The very straightest plant.
:20:04
Whilst I, by looking on the
praise of him, see riot and...
:20:07
...dishonour stain the brow of
my young Harry.
:20:11
O that it could be prove'd that
some night-tripping fairy had...
:20:14
...exchang'd in craddle-clothes
our children, where they lay...
:20:18
...then I would have his Harry,
and he mine.
:20:22
- Where is the Prince of Wales?
- We know not, my lord.
:20:26
Pray God they find him soom!
:20:32
Ask in London, search the inns...
:20:35
...they say he visits the
taverns...
:20:38
...with shady characters...
:20:41
...who hidest in alleys to
attack some...
:20:43
...wardens, they pick-pocket
our subjects.
:20:46
My son, who is an
affeminate fool...
:20:49
...wantest to bet his honour
by pervenrting that vile crowd.