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Out of my grief and my impatience,
As will displease you.-My lord Northumberland, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what,
We license your departure with your son. — ile should, or he should not; for he made me mad, Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it. To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,
(Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and Train. And talk, so like a waiting-gentlewoman,
Hot. And if the devil come and rour for them,
Although it be with hazard of my head.
North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause
Here comes your uncle.
Ilot. Speak of Mortimer!
'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul This bald disjointed chat of his, my lord,
Want mercy, if I do not join with him.
Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins,
And shed my dear blood drop by drop i’the dust,
But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer
As high i'the air, as this unthankful king,
North, Brother, the king hath made your nephew
(To Worcester. At such a time, with all the rest retold,
Wor. Who struck this heat up after I was gone? May reasonably die, and never rise
Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners ;
And when I urg'd the ransom once again
of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale,
Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
By Richard, that dead is, the next of blood ?
North. He was; I heard the proclamation ;
from whence he, intercepted, did return
To be depos'd, and shortly murdered.
brother Edmund Mortimer
Heir to the crown?
North. He did; myself did hear it.
Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,
And, for his sake, wear the detested blot
Of murd'rous subornation, shall it be,
That you a world of curses undergo,
0, pardon me, that I descend so low,
To show the line, and the predicament,
Shall it, for shame, be spoken in those days,
Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,
To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
By him, for whom these shames ye underwent ?
Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves
Revenge the jeering, and disdain'd contempt
of this proud king, who studies, day and night,
To answer all the debt, he owes to you,
Therefore, I say
Wor. Peace, cousin, say no more!
And-gentle Harry Percy, -and kind cousin,-
o, the devil take such cozeners -God forgive me!
Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again !
We'll stay your leisure.
Hot. I have done, i faith.
Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners !
And make the Douglas' son your only mean
Will easily be granted. — You, my lord, -
[To Northumberland. Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,
Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an casy leap, Shall secretly into the bosom creep
I speak not this in estimation,
As what I think might be, but what I know
And only stays but to behold the face
Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well.
North. Before the game's a-foot, thou still let'st slip.
Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot
And then the power of Scotland, of a York, -
Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
Wor. And ’tis no little reason, bids us speed,
To save our heads by raising of a head:
For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
The king will always think him in our debt,
And think, we think ourselves unsatisfied,
And see already, how he doth begin
To make us strangers to his looks of love.
Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on him.
Than I by letters shall direct your course!
When time is ripe, (which will be suddenly,)
I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer;
Where you and Douglas, and ovr powers at once,
(As I will fashion it,) shall happily meet,
North. Farewell, good brother! we shall thrive, !
Hot. Uncle, adieu!-0, let the hours be short,
Enter u Carrier, with a lantern in his hand.
be haug’d: Charles' wain is over the new chimney,
Ost. (Within.] Anon, anon.
1 Car. I pr’ythee, Tom, beat Cat's saddle, put a few
Enter another Carrier.
2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank here, as a dog,
and that is the next way to give poor jades the bots: Hot. You say true.
this house is turned upside down, since Robin ostWhy, what a candy deal of courtesy
ler died. This fawning greyhound then did profer me!
1 Car. Poor fellow! never joyed, since the price of in, -when his infant fortune came to age, oats rose; it was the death of him.
2 Car. I think, this be the most villainous house in Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots ? will all London road for fleas : I am stung like a tench. she hold out water in foul way?
1 Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ne'er a Gads. She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. king in Christendom could be better bit, than I have We steal as in a castle, cock-sure; we have the rebeen since the first cock.
ceipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible. Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, and Cham. Nay, by my faith! I think, you are more bethen we leak in your chimney; and your chamber- holden to the night, than to fern-sced, for your walklie breeds fleas, like a loach.
ing invisible, 1 Car. What, ostler! come away and be hanged, Gads. Give me thy hand! thou shalt have a share come away!
in our purchase, as I am a true man, 2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing-cross. thief.
1 Car. 'Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier are quite Gads. Go to! Homo is a common name to all men. starved. - What, ostler ! - A plague on thee! hast Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the stable ! thou never an eye in thy head? canst not hear ? An Farewell, you muddy knave!
(Exeunt. 'twere not as good a deed, as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain.—Come, and be hanged:
SCENE II. –The road by Gadshill. hast no faith in thee?
Enter Prince Hesty, and Poins; BAUDOLPI and Peto,
at some distance.
Poins. Come, shelter, shelter! I have removed Fal1 Car. I think it be two o'clock.
staff's horse, and he frets, like a gummed velvet.
P. Hen. Stand close !
P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! What a
brawling dost thou keep? 2 Car. Ay, when ? canst tell ? — Lend me thy lan Ful. Where's Poins, Hal? tern, quoth a? — marry, I'll see thee hanged first. P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the hill; I'll Gads. Sirrah, carrier, what time do you mean to 89 seek lim.
(Pretends to seek Poins. come to London?
Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: 2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle, the rascal hath removed my horse,and tied him, I know I warrant thee. - Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call not where. If I travel but four foot by the squire up the gentlemen; they will along with company, further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt for they have great charge. [Exeunt Carriers. not but to die a fair death for all this, if I 'scape Gads. What, ho! chamberlain!
hanging for killing that rogue. I have forsworn his Cham. [Within.] At havd, quoth pick-purse. company hourly any time this two-and-twenty years, Gads. That's even as fair asmat hand, quoth the and yet I am bewitched with the rogue's company. chamberlain: for thou variest no more from picking if the rascal have not given me medicines to make of purses, than giving direction doth from labouring; me love him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else; thou lay'st the plot how.
I have drunk medicines. -- Poins !--Hal!. - a plague Enter Chamberlain.
upon you both! — Bardolph! — Peto! - I'll starve, Cham. Good morrow, master Gadshill! It holds cor
ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere not as good rent, that I told yon yesternight: There's a franklin
a deed as drink, to turn true man, and leave these in the wild of Kent, hath brought three hundred rognes, I am the veriest varlet, that ever chewed with marks with him in gold: I heard him tell it to one
a tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground, is threescore
and ten miles afoot with me; and the stony-heartof his company, last night at supper; a kind of auditor, one, that hath abundance of charge too, God ed villains know it well enough. A plague upon't
, knows what. They are up already, and call for eggs whistle. ] Whew! - A plague upon yon all! Give
when thieves cannot be true to one another! [They aud butter: they will away presently. Guds. Sirrah, if they meet not with saint Nicholas' me my horse, you rogues; give me my horse, and
be hanged! clerks, I'll give thee this neck.
P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down! lay thine Cham. No, I'll none of it. I pr’ythee, keep that for the hangman! for, I know, thou worship’st saint Ni- ear close to the ground, and list, if thou canst hear the
tread of travellers! cholas as truly, as a man of falsehood may. Gads. What talkest thou to me of the hangman? Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, being if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: for, if I down?
'Sblood, I'll not bear my own flesh so far afoot hang, old sir John hangs withome; and, thou again, for all the coin in thy father's exchequer. What knowest, he's no starveling. Tut'there are other Tro- a plague mean ye to colt me thus? jans, that thou dreamest not of, the which, for sport colted.
P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou art unsake, are content to do the profession some grace; Pal. I pr’ythee, good prince Hal, help me to my horse, that would, if matters should be looked into, for their own credit sake, make all whole. I am joined with good king's son ! no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers;
P. Hen. Out, you rogur, shall I be your ostler? vone of these mad, mustachio purple-hued malt- ters! If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I have not bal
Fal. Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-apparent garworms: but with nobility, and tranquillity; burgo, lads made on you all, and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup masters, and great oneyers, such as can hold in, such of sack be my poison! When a jest is so forward, and as will strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than drink, and drink sooner than pray; and yet I lie;
afoot too, - I hate it.
Poins, 0, 'tis our setter: I know his voice.
Hot Well Did B
\your house. — He could be contented, “Why is he Band. What news ?
not then? In respect of the love, he bears our honse:Gads. Case ye, case ye! On with your visors ! there's he shows in this, he loves his own barn better, than he money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going loves our house. Let me see some more! The purpose to the king's exchequer.
you undertake, is dangerous ;—Why, that's certain; Fal. You lie, you rogue; 'tis going to the king's 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink : bati
tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we Gads. There's enough to make us all,
pluck this flower, safety. The purpose you undertake, Fal. To be hanged.
is dangerous ; the friends you have named, uncertain; P. Hlen. Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow the time itself unsorted; and your whole plot too lane; Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they'scape light, for the counterpoise of so great an opposifrom your encounter, then they light onus.
tion.-Say you so, say yon so? I say unto you again, you Peto. How many be there of them?
are a shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lackGads. Some eight or ten.
brain is this? By the Lord, our plot is as good a plot, as Fal. Zounds! will they not rob us?
ever was laid; our friends true and constant: a good P. llen. What, a coward, sir John Paunch? plot, good friends, and full of expectation : an excelFal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grand-lent plot, very good friends. What a frosty spirited father; but yet no coward, Hal.
rogue is this? Why, my lord of York commends the P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof.
plot, and the general course of the action. Zounds, Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the an I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his hedge; when thou needest him, there thou shalt find lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and myhim. Farewell, and stand fast!
self? lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Fal. Now cannot Istrike him, if I should be hanged. Owen Glendower? Is there not, beside, the Douglas ? P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises?
Have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the Poins. Here, hard by; stand close!
ninth of the next month? and are they not, some of (Exeunt P. Henry and Poins. them, set forward already? What a pagan rascal is Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; this? an infidel? Ha! you shall see now, in very
sinevery man to his business!
cerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the king, and Enter Travellers.
lay open all our proceedings. O, I could divide my1 Trav. Come, neighbour! the boy shall lead our self, and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimhorses down the hill; we'll walk afoot a while, and ease med milk with so honourable an action ! Hang him! let our legs.
him tell the king: We are prepared: I will set forward Thieves. Stand !
to-night. Trav. Jesu bless us !
Enter Lady PERCY.
1 Trav: 0, we are undone, both we and ours, for ever. For what offeuce have I, this fortuight, been
(Exeunt Falstaff,etc. driving the Travel- and start so often, when thou sit’st alone?
Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks,
Andgiven my treasures, and my rights of thee,
Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed,
Cry, Courage!-to the field? And thou hast talk'd
Of sallies, and retires, of trenches, tents,
And thus hath so bestir'd thee in thy sleep,
Poins set upon them. Falstaff, after a Like bubbles in a late disturbed stream;
leaving their booty behind them.] Such as we see, when men restrain their breath
these? So strongly, that they dare not meet each other; Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, Each takes his fellow for an officer.
And I must know it, else he loves me not. Away, gnod Ned! Falstaff sweats to death,
Hot. What, ho!'is Gilliams with the packet gone? And lards the lean earth, as he walks along:
Enter Servant. Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him.
Sev. Heis, my lord, an hour ago. Poins. How the rogne roar'd!
(Exeunt. Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheSCENE III. – Warkworth. A room in the castle.
rifl? Enter Hotspur, reading a letter,
Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. - But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well Hot. What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not? contented to be there, in respect of the love, I bearServ. It is, my lord.
Hot. That roan shall be my throne.
Mife. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honour, Well, I will back him straight: 0 esperance! - that thou wert not with me in this action. But, sweet Bid Butler lead him forth into the park ![Exit Servant. Ned, — to sweeten which name of Ned, I give thee this Lady. But hear you, my lord !
pennyworth of sugar, clapped even now in my hand Hot. What say'st, my lady?
by an under-skinker, one, that never spake other Lady. What is it carries you away?
English in his life, than Eight shillings and sixpence, Hot. My horse,
and You are welcome; with this shrill addition, My love, my horse.
Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint of bastard in the HalfLady. Out, you mad-headed ape!
moon, or so. But, Ned, to drive away the time till A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen,
Falstaff come, I prythee, do thou stand in some byAs you are toss'd with. In faith,
room, while I question my puny drawer, to what end he I'll know your business, Harry, that I will.
gave me the sugar; and do thou never leave calling I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir
Francis, that his tale to me may be nothing bat anon.
Step aside, and I'll show thee a precedent.
Poins. Francis !
P. Hen. Thou art perfect.
(Exit Poins. Directly to this question, that I ask!
Fran. Anon, anon, sir !- Look down into the Pome-
P. Hen. Come hither, Francis!
Fran. My lord !
P. Her. How long hast thou to serve, Francis ?
Fran. Forsooth, five year, and as much as to -
clinking of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so
Fran. O lord, sir!I'll be sworn upon all the books in
England, I could find in my heart
Poins. (Within.] Francis !
Fran. Anon, anon, sir.
P. Hen. How old art thon, Francis ?
Fran. Let me see!- About Michaelmas next I shall
Poins. (Within.) Francis!
Fran. Anon, sir. - Pray you, stay a little, my lord !
P. Hen. Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar Than Harry Percy's wife. Constant you are;
thou gavest me, – 'twas a pennyworth, was't not? But yet a woman: and for secrecy,
Fran. O lord, sir! I would, it had been two.
P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand pound : ask
me when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it.
Poins. (Within.] Francis !
Fran. Anon, anon.
row, Francis; or, Francis, on Thursday; or, indeed, To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you
Francis, when thou wilt. But, Francis, –
Fran. My lord ?
[Exeunt. P. Hen. Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, crystalSCENE IV.—Eust cheap. A room in the Boar's Head button, nott-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, cadTavern.
dis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch, Enter Prince Henry and Poins.
Fran. Olord, sir, who do you mean? P. Hen. Ned, pr’ythee, come out of that fat room, P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard is your only and lend me thy hand to laugh a little.
drink: for, look you, Francis, your white canvas Poins. Where hast been, Hal?
doublet will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, amongst so much. three or four score hogsheads. I have sounded Fran. What, sir? the very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am Poins. (Within.] Francis ! sworn brother to a leash ofdrawers; and can call them all by their Christian names, as Tom, Dick, and Fran-call ?
P. Hen. Away, you rogue! Dost thou not hear them cis. They take it already upon their salvation, that, though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of
[Here they both call him; the Drawer stands
amazed, not knowing which way to go. courtesy, and tell me flatly, I am no proud Jack, like
Enter Vintner, Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good Vint. What! stand’st thou still, and hear'st such a boy, -- by the Lord, so they call me. And when I am calling? Look to the guests within! (Exit Frun.] king of England, I shall command all the good lads in My lord, old sir Joho, with half a dozen more, are at Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dying scarlet : the door. Shall I let them in? and when you breathe in your watering, they cry hem! and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am so door! (Exit Vintner.] Poins!
P. Hen. Let them alone awhile, and then open the good a proficient in one quarter of an hour, that I can
Re-enter Poins, drink with any tinker in his own language during my Poins. Auon, anon, sir.