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Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and The long-grown wounds of my intemperance: full.
If not, the end of life cancels all bands; And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou : And I will die a hundred thousand deaths, For thou hast lost thy princely privilege, Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. With vile participation; not an eye
K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in But is a-weary of thy common sight,
this: Save mine, which háth desir'd to see thee more; Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust, Which now doth that I would not have it do,
herein. Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious
Enter Blunt. lord,
How now, good Blunt ? thy looks are full of Be more myself.
speed. K. Hen. For all the world,
Blunt. So hath the business that I come to As thou art to this hour, was Richard then
That Douglas, and the English rebels, met,
If promises be kept on every hand,
Forward ; on Thursday, we ourselves will
Shall march through Glostershire ; by which And military title capital,
account, Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Our business valued, some twelve days hence Christ?
Our general forces at Bridgnorth shall meet. Thrice hath this Hotspur Mars in swathing Our hands are full of business: let's away; clothes,
Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay. This infant warrior, in his enterprises
[Ereunt Discomfited great Douglas; ta'en him once,
SCENE III. Enlarged him, and made a friend of him,
Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's Head Tavern. To fill the mouth of deep defiance up,
Enter Falstaff and Bardolph. And shake the peace and safety of our throne. And what say you to this ? Percy, Northumber- Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely land,
since this last action ? do I not bate ? do I not The archbishop's grace of York, Donglas, Mor- dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me like an timer,
old lady's loose gown: I am wither'd like an old Capitulate against us, and are up.
apple.john. Well, I'll repent, and that suddenBut wherefore do I tell these news to thee? ly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes, heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength Which art my near'st and dearest enemy? to repent. An I have not forgotten what the Thou that art like enough,--throngh vassal fear, inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, Base inclination, and the start of spleen, a brewer's horse: the inside of a church! ComTo fight against me under Percy's pay, pany, villanous company, hath been the spoil To dog his heels, and court'sy at his frowns, of me. to show how much degenerate thou art. Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot P. Hen. Do not think so, you shall not find live long. it so ;
Fal. Why, there is it :--come, sing me a bawdy And God forgive them, that have so much song; make me merry. I was as virtuously sway'd
given, as a gentleman need to be ; virtuous Your majesty's good thoughts away from me! enough: swore little ; diced, not above seven I will redeem all this on Percy's head,
times a week; went to a bawdy house, not above And, in the closing of some glorious day, once in a quarter-of an hour; paid money that Be bold to tell you, that I am your son; I borrowed, three or four times; lived well, and When I will wear a garment all of blood, in good compass : and now I live out of all order, And stain my favours in a bloody mask, out of all compass. Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame Bard. Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you with it.
must needs be out of all compass; out of all
thee: thou art the knight of the burning lamp.
of it as many a man doth of a death's head, or Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
memento mori: I never see thy face, but I think To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf; upon hell-fire, and Dives that lived in purple; And I will call him to so strict account,
for there he is in his robes, burning, burning if That he shall render every glory up,
thou wert any way given to virtue, I would Yea, even the slightest worship of his time, swear by thy face; my oath should be, By this Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart fire: but thou art altogether given over; and This, in the name of God, I promise here: wert indeed, but for the light in thy face, the The which if he be pleas'd I shall perform, son of utter darkness. When thou ran'st up I do beseech your majesty, may salve
Gads-hill in the night to catch my horse, if I did
not think thou hadst been an ignis fatuus, or a speaks most vilely of you, like a fonl-mouthed ball of wildfire, there's no purchase in money. O, man as he is; and said he would cudgel you. thou art a perpetual triumph, an everlasting, P. Hen. What! he did not ? bonfire-light I Thou hast saved me a thousand, Host. There's neither faith, truth, nor woman. marks in links and torches, walking with thee in hood in me else. the night betwixt tavern and tavern: but the Fal. There's no more faith in thee than in a sack that thou hast drunk me, would have bought stewed prune; nor no more truth in thee, than me lights as good cheap, at the dearest chand- in a drawn fox; and for womanhood, 'maid ler's in Europe. I have maintain'd that Sala. Marian may be the deputy's wife of the ward to mander of yours with fire, any time this two and thee. Go, you thing, go. thirty years; Heaven reward me for it!
Host. Say, what thing? what thing? Bard. 'Sblood, I would my face were in your Fal. What thing? why a thing to thank God on. belly !
Host. I am nothing to thank God on, I would Fal. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be thou should'st know it; I am an honest man's heart-burned.
wife; and, setting thy knighthood aside, thou
art a knave to call me so. Enter Hostess.
Fal. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a How now, dame Partlet the hen? have you in beast to say otherwise. quired yet, who picked my pocket?
Host Say, what beast, thon knave thou? Host. Why, Sir John! what do you think, Fal. What beast? why an otter Sir John? Do you think I keep thieves in my P. Hen. An otter, Sir John! why an otter? house? I have searched, I have inquired, so has Fal. Why? she's neither fish, nor flesh; a my husband, man by man, boy by boy, servant man knows not where to have her. by servant: the tithe of a hair was never lost in Host. Thou art an unjust man in saying so; my house before.
thou or any man knows where to have me, thou Fal. You lie, hostess; Bardolph was shaved I knave thou. and lost many a hair: and I'll be sworn, my P. Hen. Thou sayest true, hostess; and he pocket was picked: Go to, you are a woman, slanders the most grossly. go.
Host. So he doth you, my lord; and said this Host. Who I? I defy thee: I was never called other day, you ought him a thousand pound. 80 in mine own house before.
P. Hen. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand Fal. Go to, I know you well enough.
pound? Host. No, Sir John; you do not know me, Fal. A thousand pound, Hal ? a million : thy Sir John: 'I know you, Sir John: you owe me love is worth a million : thou owest me thy love. money, Sir John, and now you pick a quarrel Host. Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and to beguile me of it: I bought you a dozen of said he would cudgel you. shirts to your back.
Fal. Did I, Bardolph ? Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them Bard. Indeed, Sir John, you said so. away to bakers' wives, and they have made Fal. Yea; if he said my ring was copper bolters of them. Tlust
. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of good as thy word nie wpper: Darest thou be as eight shillings an ell. You owe money here be- Fal. Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but sides, Sir John, for your diet, and by-drinkings, man, I dare : but, as thou art prince, I fear thee, and inoney lent you, four and twenty pound. as I fear the roaring of the lion's whelp. Fal. He had his part of it; let him pay. P. Hen. And why not, as the lion ? Host. He ? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing. Fal. The king himself is to be feared as the Fal. How! poor? look upon his face; What lion: Dost thou think I'll fear thee as I fear thy call you rich? let them coin his nose, let them father? nay, an I do, I pray God, my girdle coin his cheeks; I'll not pay a denier. What, break! will you make a younker of me? shall I not P. Hen. O, if it should, how would thy guts take mine ease in mine inn, but I shall have my fall about thy knees ! But, sirrah, there's no pocket picked? I have lost a seal ring of my room for faith, truth, nor honesty, in this bosom grandfather's, worth forty mark.
of thine; it is all fill'd up with guts, and midrift. Host. O Jesu! I have heard the prince tell him, Charge an honest woman with picking thy I know not how oft, that the ring was copper. pocket! Why, thou whoreson, impudent, em
Fal. How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup; bossed rascal, if there were any thing in thy and, if he were here, I would cudgel him like a pocket but tavern-reckonings, memorandums dog, if he would say so.
of bawdy-houses, and one poor penny-worth of Enter Prince Henry and Poins, marching. Fal pocket were enriched with any other injuries
sugar-candy to make thee long-winded; if thy staff meets the Prince, playing on his trun. but these, I am a villain. And yet you will stand cheon like a fife.
to it; you will not pocket up wrong ; Art thou Fal. How now, lad ? is the wind in that door, not ashamed ? i'faith? must we all march?
Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal ? thou knowest, in Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion. the state of innocency, Adam fell; and what Host. My lord, I pray you, hear me.
should poor Jack Falstaff do, in the days of vilP. Hen. What sayest thon, mistress Quickly ? lany ? Thou seest, I have more filesh than another How does thy husband ? I love him well, he is man; and therefore more frailty.—You conan honest man.
fess then, yon picked my pocket ?
P. Hen. It appears so by the story.
breakfast; love thy husband, look to thy serFal. The other night I fell asleep here behind vants, cherish thy guests: thou shalt find me the arras, and had my pocket picked: this tractable to any honest reason: thou seest, I am house is torned bawdy-house, they pick pockets. pacified.--Still? Nay, pr’ythee be gone. (Erit. P. Hen. What didst thou lose, Jack?
Hostess.] Now, Hal, to the news at court : for Fal. Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four the robbery, lad, how is that answered ? bonds of forty pound a-piece, and a seal-ring of P. Hen. O, my sweet beef, I must still be my grandfather's.
good angel to thee :-The money is paid back P. Hen. A trifle, some eight-penny matter. again. Host. So I told him, my lord; and I said I Fal. O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a heard your grace say so: And, my lord, hel double labour.
P. Hen. I am good friends with my father, and Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,
That with our small conjunction we should on,
Because the king is certainly possess'd
Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us. Fal. I would, it had been of horse. Where Hot. A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off shall I find one that can steal well ? O for a fine And yet, in faith, 'tis not ; his present want thief, of the age of two and twenty, or there. Seems more than we shall find it:-Were it good, abouts! I am heinously unprovided. Well, God To set the exact wealth of all our states be thanked for these rebels, they offend none but All at one cast ? to set so rich a main the virtuous; 1 laud them, 1 praise them. On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour ? P. Hen. Bardolph
It were not good; for therein should we read
The very bottom and the soul of hope ;
'Faith, and so we should;
Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.
The quality and hair of our attempt
[Exit. By some, that know not why he is away,
That wisdom, loyalty, and mere dislike
of our proceedings, kept the earl from hence; ACT IV.
And think, how such an apprehension
May turn the tide of fearful faction, SCENE I. The rebel Camp near Shrewsbury. And breed a kind of question in our canse:
For, well you know, we of the offering side Enter Hotspur, Worcester, and Douglas.
Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement;
The eye of reason may pry in upon us :
Before not dreamt of.
You strain too far. By heaven, I cannot flatter ; I defy
I, rather, of his absence make this use ;-
n my heart's love, hath no man than yourself: A larger dare to our great enterprise,
If we, without his help, can make a head,
We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.--.
Doug. As heart can think there is not such
Enter Sir Richard Vernon.
Ver. 'Pray God, my news be worth a welcome,
The earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand
And further, I have learn'd
Or hitherwards intended speedily,
Hot. He shall be welcome too. Where is his
The nimble-footed mad-cap prince of Wales,
And his comrades, that daff®d the world aside,
All furnish'd, all in arms,
All plum'd like estridges that wing the wind; The very life-blood of our enterprise ;
Bated like eagles having lately bath'd; "Tis catching hither, even to our camp.
Glittering in golden coats, like images;
I saw young Harry, - with his beaver on,
His cuisses on his thighe, gallantly arm'd
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, such scare-crows. I'll not march through Ca And vaulted with such ease into his seat, ventry with them, that's flat :-Nay, and the vil As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, lains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,
gyves on; for indeed, I had the most of them And witch the world with noble horsemanship. out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in Hot. No more, no more; worse than the sun all my company : and the half-shirt is two napin March,
kins, tacked together, and thrown over the This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come; shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves; They come like sacrifices in their trim, and the shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my And to the fire-ey'd maid of smoky war, bost at Saint Albans, or the red-nose inn-keeper All hot, and bleeding, will we offer them : of Daintry. But that's all one; they'll find The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit,
linen enough on every hedge. Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire, To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh,
Enter Prince Henry and Westmoreland. And yet not ours :--Come, let me take my horse, P. Hen. How now, blown Jack ? how now, Who is to bear me, like a thunderbolt,
quilt? Against the bosom of the prince of Wales: Fal. What, Hal ? How now, mad wag? what Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,
a devil dost thou in Warwickshire ?- My good
I Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down'a corse. lord of Westmoreland, I cry you mercy; 0, that Glendower were come !
thought your honour' had already been at There is more news:
Shrewsbury: I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,
West. 'Faith, Sir John, 'tis more than timo He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.
that I were there, and you too; but my powers Doug. That's the worst tidings that I hear of are there already: The king, I can tell you, yet.
looks for us all: we must away to-night. Wor.
Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound. Fal. Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as Hot. What may the king's whole battle reach a cat to steal cream.
P. Hen. I think, to steal cream indeed; for Ver. To thirty thousand.
thy theft hath already made thee butter.' But Hot.
Forty let it be ;
tell me, Jack; whose fellows are these that come My father and Glendower being both away,
after ? The powers of us may serve so great a day.
Fal. Mine, Hal, mine. Come, let us make a muster speedily:
P. Hen. I did never see such pitiful rascals. Doomsday is near ; die all, die merrily.
Fal. Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for Doug. Talk not of dying; I am out of fear powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit, as Of death, or death's hand, for this one half year. well as better : tush, man, mortal men, mortal
West. Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are SCENE II. A Publick Road near Coventry. exceeding poor and bare ; too beggarly. Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.
Fal. 'Faith, for their poverty , -I know not
where they had that: and for their bareness, Frl. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry : I am sure they never learn'd that of me. fill me a bottle of sack; our soldiers shall march
P. Hen. No, I'll be sworn; unless you call chrough; we'll to Sutton-Colfield to-night. three fingers on the ribs bare. But, sirrah, Bard. Will you give me money, captain ?
make haste; Percy is already in the field. Fal. Lay out, lay out.
Fal. What, is the king encamped ? Bard. This botile makes an angel.
West. He is, Sir John; I fear, we shall stay Fal An if it do, take it for thy labour ; and if too long. it make twenty, take them all, I'll answer the
Fal. Well, coinage. Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at the To the latter end of a fray, and the beginning town's end.
of a feast, Bard. I will, captain : farewell. [Exit. Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest. (Exeunt. Fil. If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am SCENE III. The Rebel Camp near Shrews a souced gurnet. I have misused the king's press
bury damnably. I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds.
Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Douglas, and I press me none but good householders, ycomen's
Vernon. soos: inquire me out contracted bachelors, such Hot. We'll fight with him to-night. as had been asked twice on the bans; such a Wor.
It may not be commodity of warm slaves, as had as lief hear Doug. You give him then advantage. the devil as a drum; such as fear the report of Ver.
Not a whit. a caliver, worse than a struck fowl, or a hurt Hot. Why say you so ? looks he not for supply? wild-duck. I pressed me none but such toasts Ver. So do we. and butter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger Hot.
His is certain, ours is doubtful. than pins' heads, and they have bought out their Wor. Good cousin, be advis'd; stir not toservices, and now my whole charge consists of night. ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of Ver. Do not, my lord. companies, slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the Doug.
You do not counsel well; painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked You speak it out of fear, and cold heart. his sores; and such as, indeed, were never sol. Ver. Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life, diers; but discarded unjust serving men, younger (And I dare well maintain it with my life) sons to younger brothers, revolted tapsters, and if well-respected honour bid me on, ostlers trade-fallen : the cankers of a calm world, I hold as little counsel with weak féar, and a long peace; ten times more dishonourable As you, my lord, or any Scot that lives : ragged than an old faced ancient : and such Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle, have I, to fill up the rooms of them that have Which of us fears. bought out their services, that you would think, Doug.
Yea, or to-night. that I had a hundred and fifty tatter'd prodigals, Ver
Content. lately come from swine keeping, from eating Hot. To-night, say I. draff and husks. A mad fellow met me on the Ver.
Come, come, it may not be way, and told me, I had unloaded all the gibbets, I wonder much, being men of such great lead. and pressed the dead bodics. No eye hath seen ing,
That you foresee not what impediments In short time after, he depos'd the king;
Disgrac'd me in my happy victories;
Rated my uncle from the council-board;
This head of safety; and, withal, to pry
Into his title, the which we find Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the Too indirect for long continuance. king,
Blunt Shall I return this answer to the king
Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd
Some surety for a safe return again,
Blunt. I would you would accept of grace
and love Blunt. And God defend, but still I should Hot. And, may be, so we shall. stand so,
'Pray heaven, you do! So long as, ont of limit, and true rule,
(Ereun. You stand against anointed majesty!
SCENE IV. York.
A Room in the Archbishop's House.
Enter the Archbishop of York, and a Gentleman
Arch. Hie, good Sir Michael; bear this sealer Flave any way your good deserts forgot,
brief, Which he confesseth to be manifold,
With winged haste, to the lord mareshal; He bids you name your griets; and, with all This to my cousin Scruop; and all the rest speed,
To whom they are direcied: if you knew
haste. Here in misled by your suggestion
Gent. My good lord, Hot. The king is kind; and, well we know, I guess their tenor. the king
Like enough, you do
Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men
(Whose power was in the first proportion) He came but to be duke of Lancaster,
And what with Owen Glendower's absence,
And Lord Mortimer.
No, Mortimer's not there. Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths, Gent. But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Gave him their heirs as pages, follow'd him,
And there's my lord of Worcester"; and a head
Arch. And so there is : but yet the king bath
drawn Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg:
The special head of all the land together :-
Of estimation and command in arms.
Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear;
Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,-
And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against