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Therefore, make haste: I must go write again. We were enfure'd, for safety sake, to fly
[Ereunt severally. Wherehy we stand opposed by such means
As you yourself have forg'd against yourself;
By unkind usage, dangerous countenance, ACT V.
And violattion of all faith and troth SCENE I. The King's Camp near Shrews Sworn to us in your younger enterprise. bury.
K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have ara Enter King Henry, Prince Henry, Prince John Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches; of Lancaster, Sir Walter Blunt, and Sir John To face the garment of rebellion Falstaff:
With some fine colour, that may please the eye K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer Of fickle changelings, and poor discontents, Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale Which gape, and rub the elbow, at the new's At his distemperature.
of hurlyburly innovation: P. Hen.
The southern wind And never yet did insurrection want
K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize; P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a
soul Trumpel. Enter Worcester and Vernon.
Shall pay full dearly for this encounter,
If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew, How now, my lord of Worcester? 'tis not well The prince of Wales doth join with all the world That you and I should meet upon such terms In praise of Henry Percy: By my hopes, As now we meet: You have deceiv'd our trust; This present enterprise set of his head, And made us doff our easy robes of peace, I do not think, a braver gentleman, To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel; More active-valiant, or more valiant-young, That is not well, my lord, this is not well. More daring, or more bold, is now alive, What say you to't? will you again unknit
To grace this latter age with noble deeds. This churlish knot of all-abhorred war?
For my part, I may speak it to my shame, And move in that obedient orb again,
I have a truant been to chivalry ; Where you did give a fair and natural light; And so, I hear, he doth account me too: And be no more an exhal'd meteor,
Yet this before my father's majesty ,-, A prodigy of fear, and a portent
I am content, that he shall take the odds of broached mischief to the unborn times?
of his great name and estimation; Wor. Hear me, my liege;
And will, to save the blood on either side,
K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we With quiet hours; for, I do protest,
venture thee, I have not sought the day of this dislike.
Albeit, considerations infinite K Hen. You have not sought for it! how Do make against it :-No, good Worcester, no comes it then ?
We love our people well: even those we love, Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. That are misled upon your cousin's part: P. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace.
And, will they take the offer of our grace, Wor. It pleas'd your majesty, to turn your Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man looks
Shall be my friend again, and I'll be his: Of favour, from myself, and all our honse; So tell your cousin, and bring me word And yet I must remember you, my lord, What he will do;-But if he will not yield, We were the first and dearest of your friends. Rebuke and dread correction wait on us, For yout, my staff of office did I break
And they shall do their office. So, be gone; In Richard's time; and posted day and night We will not now be troubled with reply: To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, We offer fair, take it advisedly. When yet you were in place and in account
Exeunt Worcester and Vernon. Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.
P. Hen. It will not be accepted, on my life;
[Exeunt King, Blunt, and Prince John.
Fal. 'Tis not due yet: I would be loath to pay That all in England did repute him dead, - him before his day. What need I be so forward And, from this swarm of fair advantages, with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no You took occasion to be quickly wood matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how To gripe the general sway into your hand: if honour prick me off when I come on? how Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster;
then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? And, being fed by us, you us'd us so
No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird, Honour hath no skillin surgery then ? No. What Useth the sparrow: did oppress our nest; is honour? A word. What is in that word, Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk,
honour? What is that honour ? Air. A trini That even our love durst not come near your reckoning !-Who hath it? He that died o'Wedsight,
nesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? For fear of swallowing: but with nimble wing No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the deadla
But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? There did he pause: But let me tell the world, -
So much misconstrued in his wantouness.
Ilot Cousin, I think thon ari enamoured
Opon his follies; never did I hear
of any prince, so wild, at liberty:
I will embrace him with a soldier's arm, The liberal kind offer of the king.
That be shall shrink under my courtesy. Ver. "Twere best, he did.
Arm, an, with speed:--And, fellows, soldiers
Better consider what you have to do,
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.
O gentlemen, the time of life is short;
To spend that shortness basely, were too long. nterpretation will misquote our looks;
If life did ride upon a dial's point,
Suill ending at the arrival of an hour.
When the intent of bearing them is just.
Enter another Messenger.
Let each man do his best : and here draw I
With the best blood that I can meet withal
In the adventure of this perilous day.
Sound all ihe lofty instruments of war,
A second time do such a courtesy.
Excursions, and Parties fighting. Alarum to Hot. Did you beg any ? God forbid !
the Battle? Then enter Dougias und Blunt, Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
meeting. Of his oath-breaking; which he mended us,
Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus
Doug: Know then, my name is Douglas;
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,
Because some tell me that thou art a king.
Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,
This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
( They fight, and Blunt is slatna
don thus, Unless a brother should a brother dare
I never had triumph'd upon a Scot. To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
Doug: All's done, all's won; here breathlese He gave you all the duties of a man ;
lies the king Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue; Hot. Where? Spoke your deservings like a chronicle;
Doug. Here. Making you ever better than his praise,
Hot. This, Douglas ? no, I know this face full
Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes i As if he master'd there a double spirit,
A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear. of teaching, and of learning, instantly. Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
Hot. The king hath many marching in his, K. Hen. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the coats.
point, Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his With lustier maintenance than I did look for coats :
Of such an ungrown warrior. I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, P. Hen.
O, this boy Until I meet the king.
Lends mettle to us all!
[Exit. Hot. Up, and away;
Alarums. Enter Douglas. Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
Exeunt. Doug. Another king ! they grow like Hydra's
heads; Other Alarums. Enter Falstaff. I am the Douglas, fatal to all those Fal. Though I could ’scape shot-free at Lon- That wear those colours on them. --What art thou, don, 1 fear the shot here ; here's no scoring, but That counterfeit'st the person of a king? upon the pate. -Soft! who art thou ? Sir Walter K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, Blunt;-there's honour for you: Here's no va
grieves at heart, nity! I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy So many of his shadows thou hast met, too : God keep lead out of me! I need no more and not the very king. I have two boys, weight than mine own bowels.--I have led my Seek Percy, and thy self, about the field: raggamuffins where they are peppered : there's But, seeing thou sall'st on me so luckily, but three of my hundred and fifty left alive ; and I will assay thee; so defend thyself. they are for the town's end, to beg during life. Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; But who comes here?
And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king :
But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, Enter Prince Henry.
And thus I win thee. P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here ? lend [They fight; the King being in danger, enter me thy sword:
Prince Henry. Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
art like Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Prythee, lend Never to hold it up again! the spirits me thy sword.
Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms : Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee give me leave to breathe It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee, a while. -Turk Gregory never did such deeds in Who never promiseth, but he means to pay. arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, Cheerly, my lord: How fares your grace ?
[They fight; Douglas flies. I have made him sure. P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, pr'ythee, lend me thy sword.
And so hath Clifton I'll to Clifton straight. Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while :thou get’st not my sword; but take my pistol, if Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion; thou wilt.
And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my lite, P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case ?
In this fair rescue, thou hast brought to me. Ful. Ay, Hal: 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much inwill sack a city.
jury, [ The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. That ever said, I hearken’d for your death. P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally now? If it were so, I might have let alone
[Throws it at him, and exit. The insulting hand of Douglas over you ; Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. Which would have been as speedy in your end, If he do come in my way, so : if he do not, if I As all the poisonous potions in the world, come in his, willingly, let him make a carbo- And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. nado of me. I like not such grinning honour as K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nicholas Sir Walter hath : Give me life: which if I can Gawsey.
[Exit King Henry. save, so; if not, honour comes unlooked for,
Enter Hotspur. and there's an end.
Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Mon. SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field.
mouth. Alarums: Excursions. Enter the King, Prince
P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my Henry, Prince John, and Westmoreland.
Hot. My name is Harry Percy. K. Hen. I pr’ythee,
Why, then I see Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too A very valiant rebel of the name. much :
I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. To share with me in glory any more; P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere ; P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up, Nor can one England brook a double reign, Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. Of Harry Percy and the prince of Wales. K. Hen. I will do so:
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. To end the one of us : And 'would to God, West. Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent. Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! P. Hen. Lead me, my lord ? I do not need your P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from help:
thee; And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should And all the budding honours on thy crest,
drive The prince of Wales from such a field as this;
I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.
Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,
(They fight. And rebels' arms triumph in massacres !
shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. (Exeunt P. John and Westmoreland. Enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who falla P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me,
down as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Lancaster,
Hotspur is wounded, and falls. I did not think thee lord of such a spirit :
Hot. O, Harry, thou bast robb'd me of my Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
youth ; But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
\I better brook the loss of brittle life,
Than those proud tiues thou hast won of me; and out of breath; and so was he: but we rose
Shrewsbury clock. If I may be believed, so ;
Dies. P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I
P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother John.
(A Retreat is sounded. Is room enough:-This earth, that bears thee The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. dead,
Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
To see what friends are living, who are dead. If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
(Exeunt P. Hen. and P. John. should not make so dear a show of zeal : Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He But let my favours hide thy mangled face; that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
(Erit, bearing off the body. Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, SCENE Y. Another part of the Field. But not remember'd in thy epitaph ! [He sees Falstaff on the ground. The Trumpets sound.
Enter King Henry, What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
Prince Henry, Prince John, Westmoreland, Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!
and others, with Worcester, and Vernon, I could have better spar'd a better man.
prisoners. 0, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.If I were much in love with vanity.
11)-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, Pardon, and terms of love to all of you ? Though many dearer, in this bloody fray - And would'st thou turn our offers contrary 1 Embowell'd will I see thee by and by ;
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
Fal. [Rising slowly:) Embowelled ! if thou A noble earl, and many a creature else,
(Exeunt Wor. and Vernon, guarded.
With all my heart.
P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you Re-enter Prince Henry and Prince John.
This honourable bounty shall belong : P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast Go to the Douglas, and deliver him thou flesh'd
Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and free:
His valour, shown upon our crests to-day,
Which I shall give away immediately.
K. Hen. Theo this remains,--that we divide
Wales, let him kill the next Percy himself.' I look to To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March, be either earl or duke, I can assure you. Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, P. Hen: Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw Meeting the check of such another day: thee dead.
And since this business so fair is done, Fal. Didst thou?-Lord, lord, how this world Let us uot leave till all our own be won. is given to lying !-I grant you, I was down,
SECOND PART OF
PERSONS REPRESENTED. KING HENRY THE FOURTH.
TRAVERS and MORTON, Domesticks of HENRY, Prince of Wales, after)
Northumberland. wards King Henry V.;
FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and THOMAS, Duke of Clarence;
PAGE. PRINCE JOHN of Lancaster, af:
POINS and PETO, Attendants on Prince terwards (2 Henry V.) Duke of his Sons. Henry. Bedford ;
SHALLOW and SILENCE, Country Justices. PRINCE HUMPHREY of Gloster,
DAVY, Servant to Shallow. afterwards (2 Henry V.) Duke
MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, of Gloster;
and BULLCALF, Recruits. EARL OF WARWICK ;
of the FANG and SNARE, Sheriff's Officers. EARL OF WESTMORELAND;
RUMOUR. GOWER; HARCOURT;
LADY PERCY. SCROOP, Archbishop of York; | Enemies to
Hostess QUICKLY. LORD MOWBRAY;
DOLL TEAR SHEET.
Lords and other Attendants; Officers, Soldiers, SIR JOHN COLVILLE;
Messenger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c SCENE-England.
Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on, Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle. And not a man of them brings other news
Than they have learn'd of me; from Rumour's Enter Rumour, painted full of Tongues.
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will true wrongs.
(Eril. stop The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks?
ACT I. 1, from the orient to the drooping west, Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
SCENE I. The same. The acts commenced on this ball of earth:
The Porter before the Gate. Upon my tongues continual slanders ride; 'The which in every language ! pronounce,
Enter Lord Bardolph. Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho ?-Where I speak of peace, while covert enmity,
is the early Under the smile of safety, wounds the world : Port. What shall I say you are? And who but Rumour, who but only I,
Tell thou the earl, Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence; That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here. Whilst the big ear, swol'n with some other grief, Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, orchard ; And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures; And he himself will answer. And of so easy and so plain a stop, That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
Enter Northumberland. The still-discordant wavering multitude,
Here comes the eart. Can play upon it. But what need I thus
North. What news, Lord Bardolph ? every My well known body to anatomize
minute now Among my household ? Why is Rumour here ? Should be the father of some stratagem; I run before King Harry's victory;
The times are wild ; contention, like a horse Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury, Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, Hath' beaten down young Hotspur, and his And bears down all before him. troops,
Noble earl, Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I North. Good, an heaven will! To speak so true at first? my office is
As good as heart can wish; To noise abroad, -that Harry Monmouth fell The king is almost wounded to the death; Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword; And, in the fortune of my lord your son, And that the king before the Douglas' rage Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. Kill'd by the hand of Douglas : young princo This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns John, Between that royal field of Shrewsbury And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone And Harry Mopmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,