North Is prisoner to your son: O, such a day, North. How is this deriv'd? A gentleman well bred, and of good name, On Tuesday last to listen after news. Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfreville turn'd me With joyful tidings; and being better hors'd, He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him Why, he is dead. See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath! Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies; I see a strange confession in thine eye: Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe To Harry Monmouth: whose swift wrath beat The never daunted Percy to the earth, North Give then such instances of loss? news. Enter Morton. North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, North. How doth my son, and brother? But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas; Upon enforcement flies with greatest speed; That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim, cester In poison there is physick; and these news Having been well, that would have made me sick, Being sick, have in some measure made me And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, Are thrice themselves: hence therefore, thon A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, quoif; Thou art a guard too wanton for the head, Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit. Now bind my brows with iron; And approach The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring, To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland! Keep the wild flood confin'd! let order die ! Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from Mor. The lives of all your loving complices said, Let us make head. It was your presurmise, Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd; Yet did you say,-Go forth; and none of this, Though strongly apprehended, could restrain The stiff-borne action: What hath then befallen, Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth, More than that being which was like to be? Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, 1 hear for certain, and do speak the truth, This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts, stones: Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause; This present grief had wip'd it from my mind. SCENE II. London. A Street. Enter Sir John Falstaff, with his Page bearing his Sword and Buckler. Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my water? Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy water: but for the party that owed it, he might have more diseases than he knew for. Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: The brain of this foolish compounded clay, man, is not able to vent any thing that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee, like a sow, that hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. If the prince put thee into my service for any other reason than to set me off, why then I have no judginent. Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to wait at my heels. I was never manned with an agate till now; but I will set you neither in gold nor silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back again to your master, for a jewel; the juvenal, the prince your master, whose chin is not yet fledged. I will sooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand, than he shall get one on his cheek; and yet he will not stick to say, his face is a face-royal: God may finish it when he will, it is not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still as a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as if he had writ man ever since his father was a bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can assure him. What said master Dumbleton about the satin for my short cloak, and slops? Page. He said, sir, you should procure him better assurance than Bardolph: he would not take his bond and yours; he liked not the secu rity. Fal. Let him be damned like the glutton! may his tongue be hotter -A whoreson Achitophel! a rascally yea-forsooth knave; to bear a gentleman in hand, and then stand upon security !The whoreson smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is thorough with them in honest taking up, then they must stand upon-security. I had as lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth, as offer to stop it with security. I looked he should have sent me two and twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he sends me security. Well, he may sleep in security; for he hath the horn of abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines through it? and yet cannot he see, though he have his own lantern to light him.Where's Bardolph ? Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your worship a horse. Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in Smithfield: an I could get me but a wife in the stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived. Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and an Attendant. Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the prince for striking him about Bar dolph. Fal. Wait close, I will not see him. Ch. Just. What's he that goes there? Atten. Falstaff, an't please your lordship. Ch. Just. He that was in question for the robbery? Arten. He, my lord: but he hath since done good service at Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is now going with some charge to the lord John of Lancaster. Get posts, and letters, and make friends with Ch. Just. What, to York? Call him back speed; Never so few, and never yet more need. again. Atten. Sir John Falstaff! [Exeunt. Fal Boy, tell him, I am deaf. Page. You must speak louder, my master is Ch. Just. I am sure he is, to the hearing of Fal. What! a young knave, and beg! Is there not wars? is there not employment? Doth not the king lack subjects? do not the rebels need soldiers? Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side, were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell how to make it.. Atten. You mistake me, sir. Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? setting my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had lied in my throat if I had said so. Atten. I pray you, sir, then set your knight hood and your soldiership aside; and give me leave to tell you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am any other than an honest man. Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that which grows to me! If thou get'st any leave of me, hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert better be hanged; You hunt counter, hence avaunt! Ch. Just. Your means are very slencer, and your waste is great. Fal. I would it were otherwise; I would my means were greater, and my waist slenderer. Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful prince. Fal. The young prince hath misled me: I am the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog. Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gall a new healed wound; your day's service at Shrewsbury bath a little gilded over your night's exploit on Gad'shill: you may thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'erposting that action. Fal. My lord? Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a sleeping wolf. Fal. To wake a wolf, is as bad as to smell a fox. Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the better part burnt out. Fal. A wassel candle, my lord; all tallow: if I did say of wax, my growth would approve the truth. Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your face, but should have his effect of gravity. Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy. Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up and down, like his ill angel. Atten. Sir, my lord would speak with you. Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. Fal. Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light; Fal. My good lord!-God give your lordship but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will take me good time of day. I am glad to see your lord without weighing: and yet, in some respects, I ship abroad: I heard say, your lordship was grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell: Virtue is of sick: I hope, your lordship goes abroad by ad- so little regard in these coster-monger times, vice. Your lordship, though not clean past your that true valour is turned bear-herd: Pregnancy youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some is made a tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted relish of the saltness of time; and I most humbly in giving reckonings: all the other gifts apperbeseech your lordship, to have a reverend care of your health. Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury. Fal. An't please your lordship, I hear his majesty is returned with some discomfort from Wales. Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty:-You would not come when I sent for you. Fal. And I hear moreover, his highness is fallen into this same whoreson apoplexy. Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him! I pray, let me speak with you. Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling. Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as it is. Fal. It hath its original from much grief; from study, and perturbation of the brain: I have read the cause of his effects in Galen; it is a kind of deafness. Ch. Just. I think, you are fallen into the disease; for you hear not what I say to you. Fal. Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an't please you, it is the disease of not listening, the malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal. Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels, would amend the attention of your ears; and I care not, if I do become your physician." Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord; but not so patient: your lordship may minister the potion of mprisonment to me, in respect of poverty; but how I should be your patient to follow your prescriptions, the wise may make some dram of a scruple, or, indeed, a scruple itself. Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were matters against you for your life, to come speak with me. Fal. As I was then advised by my learned counsel in the laws of this land-service, I did not tinent to man, as the malice of this age shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry. You, that are old, consider not the capacities of us that are young: you measure the heat of our livers with the bitterness of your galls: and we that are in the vaward of our youth, I must confess," are wags too. Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age? Have you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a yellow cheek a white beard? a decreasing leg? an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken? your wind short? your chin double? your wit single? and every part about you blasted with antiquity? and will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John! Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the afternoon, with a white head, and something a round belly. For my voice,-I have lost it with hollaing, and singing of anthems. To approve my youth further, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in judgment and understanding: and he that will caper with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the money, and have at him. For the box o' the ear that the prince gave you, he gave it like a rude prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. 1 have checked him for it; and the young lion repents; marry, not in ashes, and sackcloth: but in new silk and old sack. Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a better companion! Fal. Heaven send the companion a better prince! I cannot rid my hands of him. Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you and Prince Harry: I hear, you are going with lon! John of Lancaster, against the archbishop, and the earl of Northumberland. Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady peace at home, that our armies join not in a hot day! for, by the Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, an I brandish any thing but my bottle, I would I might never spit white again. There is not a dangerous a tion can peep out his head, but I am thrust upon | Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts: it: Well, I cannot last, ever: But it was always And so, with great imagination, yet the trick of our English nation, if they have Proper to madmen, led his powers to death, a good thing, to make it too common If you And, winking, leap'd into destruction. will needs say, I am an old man, you should give Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt, me rest. I would to God, my naine were not so To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope. terrible to the enemy as it is. I were better to Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war;be eaten to death with rust, than to be scoured Indeed the instant action, (a cause on foot,) to nothing with perpetual motion. Lives so in hope, as in an early spring We see the appearing buds; which to prove fruit, Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest: And God bless your expedition! Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to furnish me forth? Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well: Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland. [Exeunt Chief Justice and Attendant. Fal. What money is in my purse? Hope gives not so much warrant as despair, That Trost will bite them. When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model, And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection.: Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then, but draw anew the model In fewer offices; or, at least, desist To build at all? Much more, in this great work, (Which is, almost, to pluck a kingdom down, And set another up,) should we survey The plot of situation, and the model; Consent upon a sure foundation; Question surveyors; know our own estate, Fal. I can get no remedy against this con- How able such a work to undergo, sumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers To weigh against his opposite; or else, and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable. We fortify in paper, and in figures, Go bear this letter to my lord of Lancaster; this Using the names of men instead of men: to the prince; this to the earl of Westmore-Like one, that draws the model of a house land; and this to old mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived the first white hair on my chin: About it; you know where to find me. [Exit Page.] A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for the one, or the other, plays the rogue with my great toe. It is no matter, if I do halt; I have the wars for my colour, and my pension shall seem the more reasonable: A good wit will make use of any thing; I will turn diseases to commodity. SCENE III. York. [Exit. Beyond his power to build it; who, half through, Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd I think, we are a body strong enough, A Room in the Archbishop's Palace. Hast. To us, no more; nay, not so much, Lord ings, Mowbray, and Bardolph. Arch. Thus have you heard our cause, and known our means; And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, How, in our means, we should advance our- To look with forehead bold and big enough Bard. The question, then, Lord Hastings, Whether our present five and twenty thousand Bard. It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury. Eating the air on promise of supply, Are in three heads: one power against the French, And one against Glendower; perforce, a third And come against us in full puissance, Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard; They that, when Richard liv'd, would have him Are now become enamour'd on his grave: on After the admired heels of Bolingbroke, worst. Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers and Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids ACT II. SCENE 1. London. A Street. Enter Hostess; Fang, and his Boy, with her; and Snare following. Host. Master Fang, have you enter'd the action ? Fang. It is entered." thee in the channel. Wilt thou wilt thou? Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph. Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two.- Enter the Lord Chief Justice, attended. Ch. Just. What's the matter? keep the peace here, ho! Host. Good my lord, be good to me! I beseech you, stand to me! Ch. Just. How now, Sir John 7 what, are you brawling here?' Doth this become your place, your time, and You should have been well on your way to Stand from him, fellow; wherefore hang'st thou Host. O my most worshipful lord, an't please your grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap, Host. Where is your yeoman? Is it a lusty and he is arrested at my suit. veoman? Will a' stand to't? Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare? Host. O lord, ay: good master Snare. Fang. Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff. Host. Yea, good master Snare; I have entered him and all. Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives, for he will stab. Host. Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabbed me in mine own house, and that most beastly in good faith, a' cares not what mischief he doth, if his weapon be ont he will foin like any devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child. Ch. Just. For what sum ? Host. It is more than for some, my lord: it is for all, all I have: he hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his-but I will have some of it out again, or I'll ride thee o'nights like the mare. Fal. I think I am as like to ride the mare, if I have any vantage of ground to get up. Ch. Just. How comes this, Sir John? Fie! what man of good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation? Are you not ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so rough a course to come by her own? Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee? Fang. If I can close with him, I care not for Host. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyhis thrust. self and the money too. Thou didst swear to Host. No, nor I neither: I'll be at your elbow.me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my DolFang. An I but fist him once; an a' come but phin-Chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal within my vice ;fire, upon Wednesday in Whitsun-week, when Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant the prince broke thy head for liking his father you, he's an infinitive thing upon my score:-to a singing-man of Windsor; thou didst swear Good master Fang, hold him sure ;-good master to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to Snare, let him not 'scape. He comes continually marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. to Pie-corner, (saving your manhoods,) to buy a Canst thou deny it? Did not good wife Keech, saddle; and he's indited to dinner to the lubbar's the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me head in Lumbert-street, to master Smooth's the gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess silkman: I pray ye, since my exion is entered, of vinegar; telling us, she had a good dish of and my case so openly known to the world, let him be brought in to his answer, A hundred mark is a long loan for a poor lone woman to bear and I have borne, and borne, and borne; and have been fubbed off, and fubbed off, and fubbed off, from this day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. There is no honesty in such dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass, and a beast, to bear every knave's wrong. prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a green wound? And didst thou not, when she was gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so famili arity with such poor people; saying that ers long they should call me madam? And didst thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy book-oath; deny it, if thou canst. Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad sonl; and she says, up and down the town, that her eldest son Enter Sir John Falstaff, Page, and Bardolph. is like you: she hath been in good case, and, the Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-truth is, poverty hath distracted her. But for nose knave Bardolph, with him. Do your offi- these foolish officers, I beseech you, I may have ces, do your offices, master Fang, and master redress against them. Snare; do me, do me, do me your offices. Ch. Just. Sir John, Sir John, I am well acFal. How now ? whose mare's dead ? what's quainted with your manner of wrenching the the matter? true cause the false way. It is not a confident Fang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of brow, nor the throng of words that come with Mistress Quickly. such more than impudent sauciness from you, Fal. Away, varlets !-Draw, Bardolph; cut can thrust me from a level consideration: you me off the villain's head; throw the quean in have, as it appears to me, practised upon the the channel. easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made Host. Throw me in the channel? I'll throw her serve your uses both in purse and person. |