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        1 KING HENRY IV


        DRAMATIS PERSONAE


KING HENRY      the Fourth. (KING HENRY IV:)


HENRY,
Prince of Wales (PRINCE HENRY:)         | sons of the King
JOHN of Lancaster       (LANCASTER:)    |


WESTMORELAND:

SIR WALTER BLUNT:

THOMAS PERCY    Earl of Worcester. (EARL OF WORCESTER:)

HENRY PERCY     Earl of Northumberland. (NORTHUMBERLAND:)

HENRY PERCY     surnamed HOTSPUR, his son. (HOTSPUR:)

EDMUND MORTIMER Earl of March. (MORTIMER:)

RICHARD SCROOP  Archbishop of York. (ARCHBISHOP OF YORK:)

ARCHIBALD       Earl of Douglas. (DOUGLAS:)

OWEN GLENDOWER:

SIR RICHARD VERNON      (VERNON:)

SIR JOHN FALSTAFF       (FALSTAFF:)

SIR MICHAEL     a friend to the Archbishop of York.

POINS:

GADSHILL:

PETO:

BARDOLPH:

FRANCIS a waiter.

LADY PERCY      wife to Hotspur, and sister to Mortimer.

LADY MORTIMER   daughter to Glendower,
        and wife to Mortimer.

MISTRESS QUICKLY        hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap. (Hostess:)

        Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain,
        Drawers, two Carriers, Travellers, Attendants,
        and an Ostler.
        (Sheriff:)
        (Vintner:)
        (Chamberlain:)
        (First Carrier:)
        (Second Carrier:)
        (First Traveller:)
        (Servant:)
        (Messenger:)
        (Ostler:)



SCENE   England.




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT I



SCENE I London. The palace.


        [Enter KING HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, the EARL
        of WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and others]

KING HENRY IV   So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
        Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,
        And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
        To be commenced in strands afar remote.
        No more the thirsty entrance of this soil
        Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood;
        Nor more shall trenching war channel her fields,
        Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs
        Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes,
        Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven,
        All of one nature, of one substance bred,
        Did lately meet in the intestine shock
        And furious close of civil butchery
        Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks,
        March all one way and be no more opposed
        Against acquaintance, kindred and allies:
        The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,
        No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,
        As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,
        Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
        We are impressed and engaged to fight,
        Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;
        Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb
        To chase these pagans in those holy fields
        Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet
        Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd
        For our advantage on the bitter cross.
        But this our purpose now is twelve month old,
        And bootless 'tis to tell you we will go:
        Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear
        Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,
        What yesternight our council did decree
        In forwarding this dear expedience.

WESTMORELAND    My liege, this haste was hot in question,
        And many limits of the charge set down
        But yesternight: when all athwart there came
        A post from Wales loaden with heavy news;
        Whose worst was, that the noble Mortimer,
        Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
        Against the irregular and wild Glendower,
        Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken,
        A thousand of his people butchered;
        Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse,
        Such beastly shameless transformation,
        By those Welshwomen done as may not be
        Without much shame retold or spoken of.

KING HENRY IV   It seems then that the tidings of this broil
        Brake off our business for the Holy Land.

WESTMORELAND    This match'd with other did, my gracious lord;
        For more uneven and unwelcome news
        Came from the north and thus it did import:
        On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there,
        Young Harry Percy and brave Archibald,
        That ever-valiant and approved Scot,
        At Holmedon met,
        Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour,
        As by discharge of their artillery,
        And shape of likelihood, the news was told;
        For he that brought them, in the very heat
        And pride of their contention did take horse,
        Uncertain of the issue any way.

KING HENRY IV   Here is a dear, a true industrious friend,
        Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse.
        Stain'd with the variation of each soil
        Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours;
        And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news.
        The Earl of Douglas is discomfited:
        Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights,
        Balk'd in their own blood did Sir Walter see
        On Holmedon's plains. Of prisoners, Hotspur took
        Mordake the Earl of Fife, and eldest son
        To beaten Douglas; and the Earl of Athol,
        Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith:
        And is not this an honourable spoil?
        A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not?

WESTMORELAND    In faith,
        It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.

KING HENRY IV   Yea, there thou makest me sad and makest me sin
        In envy that my Lord Northumberland
        Should be the father to so blest a son,
        A son who is the theme of honour's tongue;
        Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant;
        Who is sweet Fortune's minion and her pride:
        Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him,
        See riot and dishonour stain the brow
        Of my young Harry. O that it could be proved
        That some night-tripping fairy had exchanged
        In cradle-clothes our children where they lay,
        And call'd mine Percy, his Plantagenet!
        Then would I have his Harry, and he mine.
        But let him from my thoughts. What think you, coz,
        Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners,
        Which he in this adventure hath surprised,
        To his own use he keeps; and sends me word,
        I shall have none but Mordake Earl of Fife.

WESTMORELAND    This is his uncle's teaching; this is Worcester,
        Malevolent to you in all aspects;
        Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up
        The crest of youth against your dignity.

KING HENRY IV   But I have sent for him to answer this;
        And for this cause awhile we must neglect
        Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.
        Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we
        Will hold at Windsor; so inform the lords:
        But come yourself with speed to us again;
        For more is to be said and to be done
        Than out of anger can be uttered.

WESTMORELAND    I will, my liege.

        [Exeunt]




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT I



SCENE II        London. An apartment of the Prince's.


        [Enter the PRINCE OF WALES and FALSTAFF]

FALSTAFF        Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad?

PRINCE HENRY    Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack
        and unbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping upon
        benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to
        demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know.
        What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the
        day? Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes
        capons and clocks the tongues of bawds and dials the
        signs of leaping-houses and the blessed sun himself
        a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta, I see no
        reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand
        the time of the day.

FALSTAFF        Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that take
        purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not
        by Phoebus, he,'that wandering knight so fair.' And,
        I prithee, sweet wag, when thou art king, as, God
        save thy grace,--majesty I should say, for grace
        thou wilt have none,--

PRINCE HENRY    What, none?

FALSTAFF        No, by my troth, not so much as will serve to
        prologue to an egg and butter.

PRINCE HENRY    Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly.

FALSTAFF        Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not
        us that are squires of the night's body be called
        thieves of the day's beauty: let us be Diana's
        foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the
        moon; and let men say we be men of good government,
        being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and
        chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.

PRINCE HENRY    Thou sayest well, and it holds well too; for the
        fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and
        flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is,
        by the moon. As, for proof, now: a purse of gold
        most resolutely snatched on Monday night and most
        dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with
        swearing 'Lay by' and spent with crying 'Bring in;'
        now in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder
        and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows.

FALSTAFF        By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. And is not my
        hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?

PRINCE HENRY    As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle. And
        is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance?

FALSTAFF        How now, how now, mad wag! what, in thy quips and
        thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a
        buff jerkin?

PRINCE HENRY    Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern?

FALSTAFF        Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many a
        time and oft.

PRINCE HENRY    Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part?

FALSTAFF        No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there.

PRINCE HENRY    Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch;
        and where it would not, I have used my credit.

FALSTAFF        Yea, and so used it that were it not here apparent
        that thou art heir apparent--But, I prithee, sweet
        wag, shall there be gallows standing in England when
        thou art king? and resolution thus fobbed as it is
        with the rusty curb of old father antic the law? Do
        not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief.

PRINCE HENRY    No; thou shalt.

FALSTAFF        Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave judge.

PRINCE HENRY    Thou judgest false already: I mean, thou shalt have
        the hanging of the thieves and so become a rare hangman.

FALSTAFF        Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with my
        humour as well as waiting in the court, I can tell
        you.

PRINCE HENRY    For obtaining of suits?

FALSTAFF        Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the hangman
        hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as melancholy
        as a gib cat or a lugged bear.

PRINCE HENRY    Or an old lion, or a lover's lute.

FALSTAFF        Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe.

PRINCE HENRY    What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy of
        Moor-ditch?

FALSTAFF        Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art indeed
        the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young
        prince. But, Hal, I prithee, trouble me no more
        with vanity. I would to God thou and I knew where a
        commodity of good names were to be bought. An old
        lord of the council rated me the other day in the
        street about you, sir, but I marked him not; and yet
        he talked very wisely, but I regarded him not; and
        yet he talked wisely, and in the street too.

PRINCE HENRY    Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the
        streets, and no man regards it.

FALSTAFF        O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed able
        to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon
        me, Hal; God forgive thee for it! Before I knew
        thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man
        should speak truly, little better than one of the
        wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give
        it over: by the Lord, and I do not, I am a villain:
        I'll be damned for never a king's son in
        Christendom.

PRINCE HENRY    Where shall we take a purse tomorrow, Jack?

FALSTAFF        'Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an I
        do not, call me villain and baffle me.

PRINCE HENRY    I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying
        to purse-taking.

FALSTAFF        Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a
        man to labour in his vocation.

        [Enter POINS]

        Poins! Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a
        match. O, if men were to be saved by merit, what
        hole in hell were hot enough for him? This is the
        most omnipotent villain that ever cried 'Stand' to
        a true man.

PRINCE HENRY    Good morrow, Ned.

POINS   Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse?
        what says Sir John Sack and Sugar? Jack! how
        agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that thou
        soldest him on Good-Friday last for a cup of Madeira
        and a cold capon's leg?

PRINCE HENRY    Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall have
        his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of
        proverbs: he will give the devil his due.

POINS   Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil.

PRINCE HENRY    Else he had been damned for cozening the devil.

POINS   But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by four
        o'clock, early at Gadshill! there are pilgrims going
        to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders
        riding to London with fat purses: I have vizards
        for you all; you have horses for yourselves:
        Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester: I have bespoke
        supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap: we may do it
        as secure as sleep. If you will go, I will stuff
        your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry
        at home and be hanged.

FALSTAFF        Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go not,
        I'll hang you for going.

POINS   You will, chops?

FALSTAFF        Hal, wilt thou make one?

PRINCE HENRY    Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith.

FALSTAFF        There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good
        fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood
        royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings.

PRINCE HENRY    Well then, once in my days I'll be a madcap.

FALSTAFF        Why, that's well said.

PRINCE HENRY    Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home.

FALSTAFF        By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou art king.

PRINCE HENRY    I care not.

POINS   Sir John, I prithee, leave the prince and me alone:
        I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure
        that he shall go.

FALSTAFF        Well, God give thee the spirit of persuasion and him
        the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest may
        move and what he hears may be believed, that the
        true prince may, for recreation sake, prove a false
        thief; for the poor abuses of the time want
        countenance. Farewell: you shall find me in Eastcheap.

PRINCE HENRY    Farewell, thou latter spring! farewell, All-hallown summer!

        [Exit Falstaff]

POINS   Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us
        to-morrow: I have a jest to execute that I cannot
        manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto and Gadshill
        shall rob those men that we have already waylaid:
        yourself and I will not be there; and when they
        have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut
        this head off from my shoulders.

PRINCE HENRY    How shall we part with them in setting forth?

POINS   Why, we will set forth before or after them, and
        appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at
        our pleasure to fail, and then will they adventure
        upon the exploit themselves; which they shall have
        no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon them.

PRINCE HENRY    Yea, but 'tis like that they will know us by our
        horses, by our habits and by every other
        appointment, to be ourselves.

POINS   Tut! our horses they shall not see: I'll tie them
        in the wood; our vizards we will change after we
        leave them: and, sirrah, I have cases of buckram
        for the nonce, to immask our noted outward garments.

PRINCE HENRY    Yea, but I doubt they will be too hard for us.

POINS   Well, for two of them, I know them to be as
        true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for the
        third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll
        forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the
        incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will
        tell us when we meet at supper: how thirty, at
        least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what
        extremities he endured; and in the reproof of this
        lies the jest.

PRINCE HENRY    Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all things
        necessary and meet me to-morrow night in Eastcheap;
        there I'll sup. Farewell.

POINS   Farewell, my lord.

        [Exit Poins]

PRINCE HENRY    I know you all, and will awhile uphold
        The unyoked humour of your idleness:
        Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
        Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
        To smother up his beauty from the world,
        That, when he please again to be himself,
        Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
        By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
        Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
        If all the year were playing holidays,
        To sport would be as tedious as to work;
        But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come,
        And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
        So, when this loose behavior I throw off
        And pay the debt I never promised,
        By how much better than my word I am,
        By so much shall I falsify men's hopes;
        And like bright metal on a sullen ground,
        My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
        Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
        Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
        I'll so offend, to make offence a skill;
        Redeeming time when men think least I will.

        [Exit]




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT I



SCENE III       London. The palace.


        [Enter the KING, NORTHUMBERLAND, WORCESTER, HOTSPUR,
        SIR WALTER BLUNT, with others]

KING HENRY IV   My blood hath been too cold and temperate,
        Unapt to stir at these indignities,
        And you have found me; for accordingly
        You tread upon my patience: but be sure
        I will from henceforth rather be myself,
        Mighty and to be fear'd, than my condition;
        Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,
        And therefore lost that title of respect
        Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud.

EARL OF WORCESTER       Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves
        The scourge of greatness to be used on it;
        And that same greatness too which our own hands
        Have holp to make so portly.

NORTHUMBERLAND  My lord.--

KING HENRY IV   Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see
        Danger and disobedience in thine eye:
        O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,
        And majesty might never yet endure
        The moody frontier of a servant brow.
        You have good leave to leave us: when we need
        Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.

        [Exit Worcester]

        You were about to speak.

        [To North]

NORTHUMBERLAND  Yea, my good lord.
        Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded,
        Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
        Were, as he says, not with such strength denied
        As is deliver'd to your majesty:
        Either envy, therefore, or misprison
        Is guilty of this fault and not my son.

HOTSPUR My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
        But I remember, when the fight was done,
        When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
        Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
        Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd,
        Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd
        Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;
        He was perfumed like a milliner;
        And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
        A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
        He gave his nose and took't away again;
        Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
        Took it in snuff; and still he smiled and talk'd,
        And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
        He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
        To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
        Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
        With many holiday and lady terms
        He question'd me; amongst the rest, demanded
        My prisoners in your majesty's behalf.
        I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
        To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
        Out of my grief and my impatience,
        Answer'd neglectingly I know not what,
        He should or he should not; for he made me mad
        To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet
        And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman
        Of guns and drums and wounds,--God save the mark!--
        And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth
        Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
        And that it was great pity, so it was,
        This villanous salt-petre should be digg'd
        Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
        Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
        So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
        He would himself have been a soldier.
        This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
        I answer'd indirectly, as I said;
        And I beseech you, let not his report
        Come current for an accusation
        Betwixt my love and your high majesty.

SIR WALTER BLUNT        The circumstance consider'd, good my lord,
        Whate'er Lord Harry Percy then had said
        To such a person and in such a place,
        At such a time, with all the rest retold,
        May reasonably die and never rise
        To do him wrong or any way impeach
        What then he said, so he unsay it now.

KING HENRY IV   Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners,
        But with proviso and exception,
        That we at our own charge shall ransom straight
        His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer;
        Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd
        The lives of those that he did lead to fight
        Against that great magician, damn'd Glendower,
        Whose daughter, as we hear, the Earl of March
        Hath lately married. Shall our coffers, then,
        Be emptied to redeem a traitor home?
        Shall we but treason? and indent with fears,
        When they have lost and forfeited themselves?
        No, on the barren mountains let him starve;
        For I shall never hold that man my friend
        Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost
        To ransom home revolted Mortimer.

HOTSPUR Revolted Mortimer!
        He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
        But by the chance of war; to prove that true
        Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds,
        Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took
        When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,
        In single opposition, hand to hand,
        He did confound the best part of an hour
        In changing hardiment with great Glendower:
        Three times they breathed and three times did
        they drink,
        Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;
        Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
        Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,
        And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
        Bloodstained with these valiant combatants.
        Never did base and rotten policy
        Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
        Nor could the noble Mortimer
        Receive so many, and all willingly:
        Then let not him be slander'd with revolt.

KING HENRY IV   Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him;
        He never did encounter with Glendower:
        I tell thee,
        He durst as well have met the devil alone
        As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
        Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth
        Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer:
        Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,
        Or you shall hear in such a kind from me
        As will displease you. My Lord Northumberland,
        We licence your departure with your son.
        Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.

        [Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and train]

HOTSPUR An if the devil come and roar for them,
        I will not send them: I will after straight
        And tell him so; for I will ease my heart,
        Albeit I make a hazard of my head.

NORTHUMBERLAND  What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile:
        Here comes your uncle.

        [Re-enter WORCESTER]

HOTSPUR Speak of Mortimer!
        'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul
        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 in the dust,
        But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer
        As high in the air as this unthankful king,
        As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.

NORTHUMBERLAND  Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad.

EARL OF WORCESTER       Who struck this heat up after I was gone?

HOTSPUR He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners;
        And when I urged the ransom once again
        Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale,
        And on my face he turn'd an eye of death,
        Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.

EARL OF WORCESTER       I cannot blame him: was not he proclaim'd
        By Richard that dead is the next of blood?

NORTHUMBERLAND  He was; I heard the proclamation:
        And then it was when the unhappy king,
        --Whose wrongs in us God pardon!--did set forth
        Upon his Irish expedition;
        From whence he intercepted did return
        To be deposed and shortly murdered.

EARL OF WORCESTER       And for whose death we in the world's wide mouth
        Live scandalized and foully spoken of.

HOTSPUR But soft, I pray you; did King Richard then
        Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
        Heir to the crown?

NORTHUMBERLAND  He did; myself did hear it.

HOTSPUR Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,
        That wished him on the barren mountains starve.
        But shall it be that you, that set the crown
        Upon the head of this forgetful man
        And for his sake wear the detested blot
        Of murderous subornation, shall it be,
        That you a world of curses undergo,
        Being the agents, or base second means,
        The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?
        O, pardon me that I descend so low,
        To show the line and the predicament
        Wherein you range under this subtle king;
        Shall it for shame be spoken in these days,
        Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
        That men of your nobility and power
        Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,
        As both of you--God pardon it!--have done,
        To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
        An plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
        And shall it in more shame be further spoken,
        That you are fool'd, discarded and shook off
        By him for whom these shames ye underwent?
        No; yet time serves wherein you may redeem
        Your banish'd honours and restore yourselves
        Into the good thoughts of the world again,
        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
        Even with the bloody payment of your deaths:
        Therefore, I say--

EARL OF WORCESTER                         Peace, cousin, say no more:
        And now I will unclasp a secret book,
        And to your quick-conceiving discontents
        I'll read you matter deep and dangerous,
        As full of peril and adventurous spirit
        As to o'er-walk a current roaring loud
        On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.

HOTSPUR If he fall in, good night! or sink or swim:
        Send danger from the east unto the west,
        So honour cross it from the north to south,
        And let them grapple: O, the blood more stirs
        To rouse a lion than to start a hare!

NORTHUMBERLAND  Imagination of some great exploit
        Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.

HOTSPUR By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
        To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,
        Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
        Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
        And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;
        So he that doth redeem her thence might wear
        Without corrival, all her dignities:
        But out upon this half-faced fellowship!

EARL OF WORCESTER       He apprehends a world of figures here,
        But not the form of what he should attend.
        Good cousin, give me audience for a while.

HOTSPUR I cry you mercy.

EARL OF WORCESTER                         Those same noble Scots
        That are your prisoners,--

HOTSPUR I'll keep them all;
        By God, he shall not have a Scot of them;
        No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not:
        I'll keep them, by this hand.

EARL OF WORCESTER       You start away
        And lend no ear unto my purposes.
        Those prisoners you shall keep.

HOTSPUR Nay, I will; that's flat:
        He said he would not ransom Mortimer;
        Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer;
        But I will find him when he lies asleep,
        And in his ear I'll holla 'Mortimer!'
        Nay,
        I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
        Nothing but 'Mortimer,' and give it him
        To keep his anger still in motion.

EARL OF WORCESTER       Hear you, cousin; a word.

HOTSPUR All studies here I solemnly defy,
        Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke:
        And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales,
        But that I think his father loves him not
        And would be glad he met with some mischance,
        I would have him poison'd with a pot of ale.

EARL OF WORCESTER       Farewell, kinsman: I'll talk to you
        When you are better temper'd to attend.

NORTHUMBERLAND  Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
        Art thou to break into this woman's mood,
        Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!

HOTSPUR Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourged with rods,
        Nettled and stung with pismires, when I hear
        Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
        In Richard's time,--what do you call the place?--
        A plague upon it, it is in Gloucestershire;
        'Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept,
        His uncle York; where I first bow'd my knee
        Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,--
        'Sblood!--
        When you and he came back from Ravenspurgh.

NORTHUMBERLAND  At Berkley castle.

HOTSPUR You say true:
        Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
        This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!
        Look,'when his infant fortune came to age,'
        And 'gentle Harry Percy,' and 'kind cousin;'
        O, the devil take such cozeners! God forgive me!
        Good uncle, tell your tale; I have done.

EARL OF WORCESTER       Nay, if you have not, to it again;
        We will stay your leisure.

HOTSPUR I have done, i' faith.

EARL OF WORCESTER       Then once more to your Scottish prisoners.
        Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
        And make the Douglas' son your only mean
        For powers in Scotland; which, for divers reasons
        Which I shall send you written, be assured,
        Will easily be granted. You, my lord,

        [To Northumberland]

        Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,
        Shall secretly into the bosom creep
        Of that same noble prelate, well beloved,
        The archbishop.

HOTSPUR Of York, is it not?

EARL OF WORCESTER       True; who bears hard
        His brother's death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop.
        I speak not this in estimation,
        As what I think might be, but what I know
        Is ruminated, plotted and set down,
        And only stays but to behold the face
        Of that occasion that shall bring it on.

HOTSPUR I smell it: upon my life, it will do well.

NORTHUMBERLAND  Before the game is afoot, thou still let'st slip.

HOTSPUR Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot;
        And then the power of Scotland and of York,
        To join with Mortimer, ha?

EARL OF WORCESTER       And so they shall.

HOTSPUR In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.

EARL OF WORCESTER       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,
        Till he hath found a time to pay us home:
        And see already how he doth begin
        To make us strangers to his looks of love.

HOTSPUR He does, he does: we'll be revenged on him.

EARL OF WORCESTER       Cousin, farewell: no further go in this
        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 our powers at once,
        As I will fashion it, shall happily meet,
        To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
        Which now we hold at much uncertainty.

NORTHUMBERLAND  Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I trust.

HOTSPUR Uncle, Adieu: O, let the hours be short
        Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport!

        [Exeunt]




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT II



SCENE I Rochester. An inn yard.


        [Enter a Carrier with a lantern in his hand]

First Carrier   Heigh-ho! an it be not four by the day, I'll be
        hanged: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and
        yet our horse not packed. What, ostler!

Ostler  [Within]   Anon, anon.

First Carrier   I prithee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks
        in the point; poor jade, is wrung in the withers out
        of all cess.

        [Enter another Carrier]

Second Carrier  Peas and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that
        is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this
        house is turned upside down since Robin Ostler died.

First Carrier   Poor fellow, never joyed since the price of oats
        rose; it was the death of him.

Second Carrier  I think this be the most villanous house in all
        London road for fleas: I am stung like a tench.

First Carrier   Like a tench! by the mass, there is ne'er a king
        christen could be better bit than I have been since
        the first cock.

Second Carrier  Why, they will allow us ne'er a jordan, and then we
        leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds
        fleas like a loach.

First Carrier   What, ostler! come away and be hanged!

Second Carrier  I have a gammon of bacon and two razors of ginger,
        to be delivered as far as Charing-cross.

First Carrier   God's body! the turkeys in my pannier are quite
        starved. What, ostler! A plague on thee! hast thou
        never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An
        'twere not as good deed as drink, to break the pate
        on thee, I am a very villain. Come, and be hanged!
        hast thou no faith in thee?

        [Enter GADSHILL]

GADSHILL        Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock?

First Carrier   I think it be two o'clock.

GADSHILL        I pray thee lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding
        in the stable.

First Carrier   Nay, by God, soft; I know a trick worth two of that, i' faith.

GADSHILL        I pray thee, lend me thine.

Second Carrier  Ay, when? can'st tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth
        he? marry, I'll see thee hanged first.

GADSHILL        Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?

Second Carrier  Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant
        thee. Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the
        gentleman: they will along with company, for they
        have great charge.

        [Exeunt carriers]

GADSHILL        What, ho! chamberlain!

Chamberlain     [Within]  At hand, quoth pick-purse.

GADSHILL        That's even as fair as--at hand, quoth the
        chamberlain; for thou variest no more from picking
        of purses than giving direction doth from labouring;
        thou layest the plot how.

        [Enter Chamberlain]

Chamberlain     Good morrow, Master Gadshill. It holds current that
        I told you yesternight: there's a franklin in the
        wild of Kent hath brought three hundred marks with
        him in gold: I heard him tell it to one of his
        company last night at supper; a kind of auditor; one
        that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what.
        They are up already, and call for eggs and butter;
        they will away presently.

GADSHILL        Sirrah, if they meet not with Saint Nicholas'
        clerks, I'll give thee this neck.

Chamberlain     No, I'll none of it: I pray thee keep that for the
        hangman; for I know thou worshippest St. Nicholas
        as truly as a man of falsehood may.

GADSHILL        What talkest thou to me of the hangman? if I hang,
        I'll make a fat pair of gallows; for if I hang, old
        Sir John hangs with me, and thou knowest he is no
        starveling. Tut! there are other Trojans that thou
        dreamest not of, the which for sport sake are
        content to do the profession some grace; that would,
        if matters should be looked into, for their own
        credit sake, make all whole. I am joined with no
        foot-land rakers, no long-staff sixpenny strikers,
        none of these mad mustachio purple-hued malt-worms;
        but with nobility and tranquillity, burgomasters and
        great oneyers, such as can hold in, such as will
        strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than
        drink, and drink sooner than pray: and yet, zounds,
        I lie; for they pray continually to their saint, the
        commonwealth; or rather, not pray to her, but prey
        on her, for they ride up and down on her and make
        her their boots.

Chamberlain     What, the commonwealth their boots? will she hold
        out water in foul way?

GADSHILL        She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. We
        steal as in a castle, cocksure; we have the receipt
        of fern-seed, we walk invisible.

Chamberlain     Nay, by my faith, I think you are more beholding to
        the night than to fern-seed for your walking invisible.

GADSHILL        Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in our
        purchase, as I am a true man.

Chamberlain     Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief.

GADSHILL        Go to; 'homo' is a common name to all men. Bid the
        ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell,
        you muddy knave.

        [Exeunt]




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT II



SCENE II        The highway, near Gadshill.


        [Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS]

POINS   Come, shelter, shelter: I have removed Falstaff's
        horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet.

PRINCE HENRY    Stand close.

        [Enter FALSTAFF]

FALSTAFF        Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins!

PRINCE HENRY    Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! what a brawling dost
        thou keep!

FALSTAFF        Where's Poins, Hal?

PRINCE HENRY    He is walked up to the top of the hill: I'll go seek him.

FALSTAFF        I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: the
        rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him I know
        not where. If I travel but four foot by the squier
        further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt
        not but to die a fair death for all this, if I
        'scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have
        forsworn his company hourly any time this two and
        twenty years, and yet I am bewitched with the
        rogue's company. If the rascal hath not given me
        medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it
        could not be else: I have drunk medicines. Poins!
        Hal! a plague upon you both! Bardolph! Peto!
        I'll starve ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere
        not as good a deed as drink, to turn true man and to
        leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that
        ever chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven
        ground is threescore and ten miles afoot with me;
        and the stony-hearted villains know it well enough:
        a plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another!

        [They whistle]

        Whew! A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you
        rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged!

PRINCE HENRY    Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close
        to the ground and list if thou canst hear the tread
        of travellers.

FALSTAFF        Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down?
        'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot
        again for all the coin in thy father's exchequer.
        What a plague mean ye to colt me thus?


PRINCE HENRY    Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.

FALSTAFF        I prithee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse,
        good king's son.

PRINCE HENRY    Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler?

FALSTAFF        Go, hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent
        garters! If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I
        have not ballads made on you all and sung to filthy
        tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison: when a jest
        is so forward, and afoot too! I hate it.

        [Enter GADSHILL, BARDOLPH and PETO]

GADSHILL        Stand.

FALSTAFF        So I do, against my will.

POINS   O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. Bardolph,
        what news?

BARDOLPH        Case ye, case ye; on with your vizards: there 's
        money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going
        to the king's exchequer.

FALSTAFF        You lie, ye rogue; 'tis going to the king's tavern.

GADSHILL        There's enough to make us all.

FALSTAFF        To be hanged.

PRINCE HENRY    Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane;
        Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape
        from your encounter, then they light on us.

PETO    How many be there of them?

GADSHILL        Some eight or ten.

FALSTAFF        'Zounds, will they not rob us?

PRINCE HENRY    What, a coward, Sir John Paunch?

FALSTAFF        Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather;
        but yet no coward, Hal.

PRINCE HENRY    Well, we leave that to the proof.

POINS   Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge:
        when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him.
        Farewell, and stand fast.

FALSTAFF        Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.

PRINCE HENRY    Ned, where are our disguises?

POINS   Here, hard by: stand close.

        [Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and POINS]

FALSTAFF        Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I:
        every man to his business.

        [Enter the Travellers]

First Traveller Come, neighbour: the boy shall lead our horses down
        the hill; we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease our legs.

Thieves Stand!

Travellers      Jesus bless us!

FALSTAFF        Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats:
        ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they
        hate us youth: down with them: fleece them.

Travellers      O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever!

FALSTAFF        Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone? No, ye
        fat chuffs: I would your store were here! On,
        bacons, on! What, ye knaves! young men must live.
        You are Grand-jurors, are ye? we'll jure ye, 'faith.

        [Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt]

        [Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS]

PRINCE HENRY    The thieves have bound the true men. Now could thou
        and I rob the thieves and go merrily to London, it
        would be argument for a week, laughter for a month
        and a good jest for ever.

POINS   Stand close; I hear them coming.

        [Enter the Thieves again]

FALSTAFF        Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse
        before day. An the Prince and Poins be not two
        arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's
        no more valour in that Poins than in a wild-duck.

PRINCE HENRY    Your money!

POINS   Villains!

        [As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set upon
        them; they all run away; and Falstaff, after a blow
        or two, runs away too, leaving the booty behind them]

PRINCE HENRY    Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse:
        The thieves are all scatter'd and possess'd with fear
        So strongly that they dare not meet each other;
        Each takes his fellow for an officer.
        Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death,
        And lards the lean earth as he walks along:
        Were 't not for laughing, I should pity him.

POINS   How the rogue roar'd!

        [Exeunt]




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT II



SCENE III       Warkworth castle


        [Enter HOTSPUR, solus, reading a letter]

HOTSPUR 'But for mine own part, my lord, I could be well
        contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear
        your house.' He could be contented: why is he not,
        then? In respect of the love he bears our house:
        he shows in this, he loves his own barn better than
        he loves our house. Let me see some more. 'The
        purpose you undertake is dangerous;'--why, that's
        certain: 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to
        drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this
        nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. 'The
        purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you
        have named uncertain; the time itself unsorted; and
        your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so
        great an opposition.' Say you so, say you so? I say
        unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind, and
        you lie.  What a lack-brain is this! By the Lord,
        our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our
        friends true and constant: a good plot, good
        friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot,
        very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is
        this! Why, my lord of York commends the plot and the
        general course of action. 'Zounds, an I were now by
        this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan.
        Is there not my father, my uncle and myself? lord
        Edmund Mortimer, My lord of York and Owen Glendower?
        is there not besides the Douglas? have I not all
        their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the
        next month? and are they not some of them set
        forward already? What a pagan rascal is this! an
        infidel! Ha! you shall see now in very sincerity
        of fear and cold heart, will he to the king and lay
        open all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself
        and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of
        skim milk with so honourable an action! Hang him!
        let him tell the king: we are prepared. I will set
        forward to-night.

        [Enter LADY PERCY]

        How now, Kate! I must leave you within these two hours.

LADY PERCY      O, my good lord, why are you thus alone?
        For what offence have I this fortnight been
        A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?
        Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee
        Thy stomach, pleasure and thy golden sleep?
        Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,
        And start so often when thou sit'st alone?
        Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks;
        And given my treasures and my rights of thee
        To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy?
        In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd,
        And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars;
        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,
        Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,
        Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,
        Of prisoners' ransom and of soldiers slain,
        And all the currents of a heady fight.
        Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war
        And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep,
        That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow
        Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream;
        And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,
        Such as we see when men restrain their breath
        On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these?
        Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
        And I must know it, else he loves me not.

HOTSPUR What, ho!

        [Enter Servant]

        Is Gilliams with the packet gone?

Servant He is, my lord, an hour ago.


HOTSPUR Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff?

Servant One horse, my lord, he brought even now.

HOTSPUR What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not?

Servant It is, my lord.

HOTSPUR                   That roan shall by my throne.
        Well, I will back him straight: O esperance!
        Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.

        [Exit Servant]

LADY PERCY      But hear you, my lord.

HOTSPUR What say'st thou, my lady?

LADY PERCY      What is it carries you away?

HOTSPUR Why, my horse, my love, my horse.

LADY PERCY      Out, you mad-headed ape!
        A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen
        As you are toss'd with. In faith,
        I'll know your business, Harry, that I will.
        I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir
        About his title, and hath sent for you
        To line his enterprise: but if you go,--

HOTSPUR So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.

LADY PERCY      Come, come, you paraquito, answer me
        Directly unto this question that I ask:
        In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,
        An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.

HOTSPUR Away,
        Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not,
        I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world
        To play with mammets and to tilt with lips:
        We must have bloody noses and crack'd crowns,
        And pass them current too. God's me, my horse!
        What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou
        have with me?

LADY PERCY      Do you not love me? do you not, indeed?
        Well, do not then; for since you love me not,
        I will not love myself. Do you not love me?
        Nay, tell me if you speak in jest or no.

HOTSPUR Come, wilt thou see me ride?
        And when I am on horseback, I will swear
        I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate;
        I must not have you henceforth question me
        Whither I go, nor reason whereabout:
        Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude,
        This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.
        I know you wise, but yet no farther wise
        Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are,
        But yet a woman: and for secrecy,
        No lady closer; for I well believe
        Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
        And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.

LADY PERCY      How! so far?

HOTSPUR Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate:
        Whither I go, thither shall you go too;
        To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.
        Will this content you, Kate?

LADY PERCY      It must of force.

        [Exeunt]




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT II



SCENE IV        The Boar's-Head Tavern, Eastcheap.


        [Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS]

PRINCE HENRY    Ned, prithee, come out of that fat room, and lend me
        thy hand to laugh a little.

POINS   Where hast been, Hal?

PRINCE HENRY    With three or four loggerheads amongst three or four
        score hogsheads. I have sounded the very
        base-string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother
        to a leash of drawers; and can call them all by
        their christen names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis.
        They take it already upon their salvation, that
        though I be but the prince of Wales, yet I am king
        of courtesy; and tell me flatly I am no proud Jack,
        like Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a
        good boy, by the Lord, so they call me, and when I
        am king of England, I shall command all the good
        lads in Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dyeing
        scarlet; and when you breathe in your watering, they
        cry  'hem!' and bid you play it off. To conclude, I
        am so good a proficient in one quarter of an hour,
        that I can drink with any tinker in his own language
        during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost
        much honour, that thou wert not with me in this sweet
        action. But, sweet Ned,--to sweeten which name of
        Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped
        even now into my hand by an under-skinker, one that
        never spake other English in his life than 'Eight
        shillings and sixpence' and 'You are welcome,' with
        this shrill addition, 'Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint
        of bastard in the Half-Moon,' or so. But, Ned, to
        drive away the time till Falstaff come, I prithee,
        do thou stand in some by-room, while I question my
        puny drawer to what end he gave me the sugar; and do
        thou never leave calling 'Francis,' that his tale
        to me may be nothing but 'Anon.' Step aside, and
        I'll show thee a precedent.

POINS   Francis!

PRINCE HENRY    Thou art perfect.

POINS   Francis!

        [Exit POINS]

        [Enter FRANCIS]

FRANCIS Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the Pomgarnet, Ralph.

PRINCE HENRY    Come hither, Francis.

FRANCIS My lord?

PRINCE HENRY    How long hast thou to serve, Francis?

FRANCIS Forsooth, five years, and as much as to--

POINS   [Within]  Francis!

FRANCIS Anon, anon, sir.

PRINCE HENRY    Five year! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking
        of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant
        as to play the coward with thy indenture and show it
        a fair pair of heels and run from it?

FRANCIS O Lord, sir, I'll be sworn upon all the books in
        England, I could find in my heart.

POINS   [Within]  Francis!

FRANCIS Anon, sir.

PRINCE HENRY    How old art thou, Francis?

FRANCIS Let me see--about Michaelmas next I shall be--

POINS   [Within]  Francis!

FRANCIS Anon, sir. Pray stay a little, my lord.

PRINCE HENRY    Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar thou
        gavest me,'twas a pennyworth, wast't not?

FRANCIS O Lord, I would it had been two!

PRINCE HENRY    I will give thee for it a thousand pound: ask me
        when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it.

POINS   [Within]  Francis!

FRANCIS Anon, anon.

PRINCE HENRY    Anon, Francis? No, Francis; but to-morrow, Francis;
        or, Francis, o' Thursday; or indeed, Francis, when
        thou wilt. But, Francis!

FRANCIS My lord?

PRINCE HENRY    Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crystal-button,
        not-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter,
        smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,--

FRANCIS O Lord, sir, who do you mean?

PRINCE HENRY    Why, then, your brown bastard is your only drink;
        for look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet
        will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much.

FRANCIS What, sir?

POINS   [Within]  Francis!

PRINCE HENRY    Away, you rogue! dost thou not hear them call?

        [Here they both call him; the drawer stands amazed,
        not knowing which way to go]

        [Enter Vintner]

Vintner What, standest thou still, and hearest such a
        calling? Look to the guests within.

        [Exit Francis]

        My lord, old Sir John, with half-a-dozen more, are
        at the door: shall I let them in?

PRINCE HENRY    Let them alone awhile, and then open the door.

        [Exit Vintner]
        Poins!

        [Re-enter POINS]

POINS   Anon, anon, sir.

PRINCE HENRY    Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at
        the door: shall we be merry?

POINS   As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark ye; what
        cunning match have you made with this jest of the
        drawer? come, what's the issue?

PRINCE HENRY    I am now of all humours that have showed themselves
        humours since the old days of goodman Adam to the
        pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.

        [Re-enter FRANCIS]

        What's o'clock, Francis?

FRANCIS Anon, anon, sir.

        [Exit]

PRINCE HENRY    That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a
        parrot, and yet the son of a woman! His industry is
        upstairs and downstairs; his eloquence the parcel of
        a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the
        Hotspur of the north; he that kills me some six or
        seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his
        hands, and says to his wife 'Fie upon this quiet
        life! I want work.' 'O my sweet Harry,' says she,
        'how many hast thou killed to-day?' 'Give my roan
        horse a drench,' says he; and answers 'Some
        fourteen,' an hour after; 'a trifle, a trifle.' I
        prithee, call in Falstaff: I'll play Percy, and
        that damned brawn shall play Dame Mortimer his
        wife. 'Rivo!' says the drunkard. Call in ribs, call in tallow.

        [Enter FALSTAFF, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH, and PETO;
        FRANCIS following with wine]

POINS   Welcome, Jack: where hast thou been?

FALSTAFF        A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too!
        marry, and amen! Give me a cup of sack, boy. Ere I
        lead this life long, I'll sew nether stocks and mend
        them and foot them too. A plague of all cowards!
        Give me a cup of sack, rogue. Is there no virtue extant?

        [He drinks]

PRINCE HENRY    Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter?
        pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the sweet tale
        of the sun's! if thou didst, then behold that compound.

FALSTAFF        You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: there is
        nothing but roguery to be found in villanous man:
        yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime
        in it. A villanous coward! Go thy ways, old Jack;
        die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be
        not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a
        shotten herring. There live not three good men
        unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and
        grows old: God help the while! a bad world, I say.
        I would I were a weaver; I could sing psalms or any
        thing. A plague of all cowards, I say still.

PRINCE HENRY    How now, wool-sack! what mutter you?

FALSTAFF        A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy
        kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy
        subjects afore thee like a flock of wild-geese,
        I'll never wear hair on my face more. You Prince of Wales!

PRINCE HENRY    Why, you whoreson round man, what's the matter?

FALSTAFF        Are not you a coward? answer me to that: and Poins there?

POINS   'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, by the
        Lord, I'll stab thee.

FALSTAFF        I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere I call
        thee coward: but I would give a thousand pound I
        could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight
        enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your
        back: call you that backing of your friends? A
        plague upon such backing! give me them that will
        face me. Give me a cup of sack: I am a rogue, if I
        drunk to-day.

PRINCE HENRY    O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou
        drunkest last.

FALSTAFF        All's one for that.

        [He drinks]

        A plague of all cowards, still say I.

PRINCE HENRY    What's the matter?

FALSTAFF        What's the matter! there be four of us here have
        ta'en a thousand pound this day morning.

PRINCE HENRY    Where is it, Jack? where is it?

FALSTAFF        Where is it! taken from us it is: a hundred upon
        poor four of us.

PRINCE HENRY    What, a hundred, man?

FALSTAFF        I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a
        dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scaped by
        miracle. I am eight times thrust through the
        doublet, four through the hose; my buckler cut
        through and through; my sword hacked like a
        hand-saw--ecce signum! I never dealt better since
        I was a man: all would not do. A plague of all
        cowards! Let them speak: if they speak more or
        less than truth, they are villains and the sons of darkness.

PRINCE HENRY    Speak, sirs; how was it?

GADSHILL        We four set upon some dozen--

FALSTAFF        Sixteen at least, my lord.

GADSHILL        And bound them.

PETO    No, no, they were not bound.

FALSTAFF        You rogue, they were bound, every man of them; or I
        am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.

GADSHILL        As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh men set upon us--

FALSTAFF        And unbound the rest, and then come in the other.

PRINCE HENRY    What, fought you with them all?

FALSTAFF        All! I know not what you call all; but if I fought
        not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish: if
        there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old
        Jack, then am I no two-legged creature.

PRINCE HENRY    Pray God you have not murdered some of them.

FALSTAFF        Nay, that's past praying for: I have peppered two
        of them; two I am sure I have paid, two rogues
        in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell
        thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou
        knowest my old ward; here I lay and thus I bore my
        point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me--

PRINCE HENRY    What, four? thou saidst but two even now.

FALSTAFF        Four, Hal; I told thee four.

POINS   Ay, ay, he said four.

FALSTAFF        These four came all a-front, and mainly thrust at
        me. I made me no more ado but took all their seven
        points in my target, thus.

PRINCE HENRY    Seven? why, there were but four even now.

FALSTAFF        In buckram?

POINS   Ay, four, in buckram suits.

FALSTAFF        Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else.

PRINCE HENRY    Prithee, let him alone; we shall have more anon.

FALSTAFF        Dost thou hear me, Hal?

PRINCE HENRY    Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.

FALSTAFF        Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These nine
        in buckram that I told thee of--

PRINCE HENRY    So, two more already.

FALSTAFF        Their points being broken,--

POINS   Down fell their hose.

FALSTAFF        Began to give me ground: but I followed me close,
        came in foot and hand; and with a thought seven of
        the eleven I paid.

PRINCE HENRY    O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!

FALSTAFF        But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten
        knaves in Kendal green came at my back and let drive
        at me; for it was so dark, Hal, that thou couldst
        not see thy hand.

PRINCE HENRY    These lies are like their father that begets them;
        gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, thou
        clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou
        whoreson, obscene, grease tallow-catch,--

FALSTAFF        What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth
        the truth?

PRINCE HENRY    Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal
        green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy
        hand? come, tell us your reason: what sayest thou to this?

POINS   Come, your reason, Jack, your reason.

FALSTAFF        What, upon compulsion? 'Zounds, an I were at the
        strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would
        not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on
        compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as
        blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon
        compulsion, I.

PRINCE HENRY    I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguine
        coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker,
        this huge hill of flesh,--

FALSTAFF        'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried
        neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O
        for breath to utter what is like thee! you
        tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile
        standing-tuck,--

PRINCE HENRY    Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again: and
        when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons,
        hear me speak but this.

POINS   Mark, Jack.

PRINCE HENRY    We two saw you four set on four and bound them, and
        were masters of their wealth. Mark now, how a plain
        tale shall put you down. Then did we two set on you
        four; and, with a word, out-faced you from your
        prize, and have it; yea, and can show it you here in
        the house: and, Falstaff, you carried your guts
        away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roared
        for mercy and still run and roared, as ever I heard
        bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword
        as thou hast done, and then say it was in fight!
        What trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst
        thou now find out to hide thee from this open and
        apparent shame?

POINS   Come, let's hear, Jack; what trick hast thou now?

FALSTAFF        By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye.
        Why, hear you, my masters: was it for me to kill the
        heir-apparent? should I turn upon the true prince?
        why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules: but
        beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true
        prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was now a
        coward on instinct. I shall think the better of
        myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant
        lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by the Lord,
        lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess, clap
        to the doors: watch to-night, pray to-morrow.
        Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles
        of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be
        merry? shall we have a play extempore?

PRINCE HENRY    Content; and the argument shall be thy running away.

FALSTAFF        Ah, no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!

        [Enter Hostess]

Hostess O Jesu, my lord the prince!

PRINCE HENRY    How now, my lady the hostess! what sayest thou to
        me?

Hostess Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at
        door would speak with you: he says he comes from
        your father.

PRINCE HENRY    Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and
        send him back again to my mother.

FALSTAFF        What manner of man is he?

Hostess An old man.

FALSTAFF        What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Shall
        I give him his answer?

PRINCE HENRY    Prithee, do, Jack.

FALSTAFF        'Faith, and I'll send him packing.

        [Exit FALSTAFF]

PRINCE HENRY    Now, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair; so did you,
        Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you
        ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true
        prince; no, fie!

BARDOLPH        'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.

PRINCE HENRY    'Faith, tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff's
        sword so hacked?

PETO    Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would
        swear truth out of England but he would make you
        believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like.

BARDOLPH        Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass to
        make them bleed, and then to beslubber our garments
        with it and swear it was the blood of true men. I
        did that I did not this seven year before, I blushed
        to hear his monstrous devices.

PRINCE HENRY    O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years
        ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since
        thou hast blushed extempore. Thou hadst fire and
        sword on thy side, and yet thou rannest away: what
        instinct hadst thou for it?

BARDOLPH        My lord, do you see these meteors? do you behold
        these exhalations?

PRINCE HENRY    I do.

BARDOLPH        What think you they portend?

PRINCE HENRY    Hot livers and cold purses.

BARDOLPH        Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.

PRINCE HENRY    No, if rightly taken, halter.

        [Re-enter FALSTAFF]

        Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone.
        How now, my sweet creature of bombast!
        How long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee?

FALSTAFF        My own knee! when I was about thy years, Hal, I was
        not an eagle's talon in the waist; I could have
        crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: a plague of
        sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a
        bladder. There's villanous news abroad: here was
        Sir John Bracy from your father; you must to the
        court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the
        north, Percy, and he of Wales, that gave Amamon the
        bastinado and made Lucifer cuckold and swore the
        devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh
        hook--what a plague call you him?

POINS   O, Glendower.

FALSTAFF        Owen, Owen, the same; and his son-in-law Mortimer,
        and old Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of
        Scots, Douglas, that runs o' horseback up a hill
        perpendicular,--

PRINCE HENRY    He that rides at high speed and with his pistol
        kills a sparrow flying.

FALSTAFF        You have hit it.

PRINCE HENRY    So did he never the sparrow.

FALSTAFF        Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; he will not run.

PRINCE HENRY    Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so
        for running!

FALSTAFF        O' horseback, ye cuckoo; but afoot he will not budge a foot.

PRINCE HENRY    Yes, Jack, upon instinct.

FALSTAFF        I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too,
        and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more:
        Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's
        beard is turned white with the news: you may buy
        land now as cheap as stinking mackerel.

PRINCE HENRY    Why, then, it is like, if there come a hot June and
        this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads
        as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds.

FALSTAFF        By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like we
        shall have good trading that way. But tell me, Hal,
        art not thou horrible afeard? thou being
        heir-apparent, could the world pick thee out three
        such enemies again as that fiend Douglas, that
        spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou
        not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill at
        it?

PRINCE HENRY    Not a whit, i' faith; I lack some of thy instinct.

FALSTAFF        Well, thou wert be horribly chid tomorrow when thou
        comest to thy father: if thou love me, practise an answer.

PRINCE HENRY    Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon the
        particulars of my life.

FALSTAFF        Shall I? content: this chair shall be my state,
        this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my crown.

PRINCE HENRY    Thy state is taken for a joined-stool, thy golden
        sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich
        crown for a pitiful bald crown!

FALSTAFF        Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee,
        now shalt thou be moved. Give me a cup of sack to
        make my eyes look red, that it may be thought I have
        wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it
        in King Cambyses' vein.

PRINCE HENRY    Well, here is my leg.

FALSTAFF        And here is my speech. Stand aside, nobility.

Hostess O Jesu, this is excellent sport, i' faith!

FALSTAFF        Weep not, sweet queen; for trickling tears are vain.

Hostess O, the father, how he holds his countenance!

FALSTAFF        For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen;
        For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes.

Hostess O Jesu, he doth it as like one of these harlotry
        players as ever I see!

FALSTAFF        Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle-brain.
        Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy
        time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though
        the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster
        it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the
        sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I have
        partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion,
        but chiefly a villanous trick of thine eye and a
        foolish-hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant
        me. If then thou be son to me, here lies the point;
        why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall
        the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher and eat
        blackberries? a question not to be asked. Shall
        the sun of England prove a thief and take purses? a
        question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry,
        which thou hast often heard of and it is known to
        many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch,
        as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth
        the company thou keepest: for, Harry, now I do not
        speak to thee in drink but in tears, not in
        pleasure but in passion, not in words only, but in
        woes also: and yet there is a virtuous man whom I
        have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name.

PRINCE HENRY    What manner of man, an it like your majesty?

FALSTAFF        A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a
        cheerful look, a pleasing eye and a most noble
        carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or,
        by'r lady, inclining to three score; and now I
        remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man
        should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry,
        I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be
        known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then,
        peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that
        Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell
        me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast
        thou been this month?

PRINCE HENRY    Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me,
        and I'll play my father.

FALSTAFF        Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so
        majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by
        the heels for a rabbit-sucker or a poulter's hare.

PRINCE HENRY    Well, here I am set.

FALSTAFF        And here I stand: judge, my masters.

PRINCE HENRY    Now, Harry, whence come you?

FALSTAFF        My noble lord, from Eastcheap.

PRINCE HENRY    The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.

FALSTAFF        'Sblood, my lord, they are false: nay, I'll tickle
        ye for a young prince, i' faith.

PRINCE HENRY    Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er look
        on me. Thou art violently carried away from grace:
        there is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of an
        old fat man; a tun of man is thy companion. Why
        dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that
        bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel
        of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed
        cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with
        the pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that
        grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in
        years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and
        drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a
        capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft?
        wherein crafty, but in villany? wherein villanous,
        but in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing?

FALSTAFF        I would your grace would take me with you: whom
        means your grace?

PRINCE HENRY    That villanous abominable misleader of youth,
        Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan.

FALSTAFF        My lord, the man I know.

PRINCE HENRY    I know thou dost.

FALSTAFF        But to say I know more harm in him than in myself,
        were to say more than I know. That he is old, the
        more the pity, his white hairs do witness it; but
        that he is, saving your reverence, a whoremaster,
        that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault,
        God help the wicked! if to be old and merry be a
        sin, then many an old host that I know is damned: if
        to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine
        are to be loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto,
        banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack
        Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff,
        valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant,
        being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him
        thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's
        company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.

PRINCE HENRY    I do, I will.

        [A knocking heard]

        [Exeunt Hostess, FRANCIS, and BARDOLPH]

        [Re-enter BARDOLPH, running]

BARDOLPH        O, my lord, my lord! the sheriff with a most
        monstrous watch is at the door.

FALSTAFF        Out, ye rogue! Play out the play: I have much to
        say in the behalf of that Falstaff.

        [Re-enter the Hostess]

Hostess O Jesu, my lord, my lord!

PRINCE HENRY    Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick:
        what's the matter?

Hostess The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they
        are come to search the house. Shall I let them in?

FALSTAFF        Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of
        gold a counterfeit: thou art essentially mad,
        without seeming so.

PRINCE HENRY    And thou a natural coward, without instinct.

FALSTAFF        I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff,
        so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a cart
        as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up!
        I hope I shall as soon be strangled with a halter as another.

PRINCE HENRY    Go, hide thee behind the arras: the rest walk up
        above. Now, my masters, for a true face and good
        conscience.

FALSTAFF        Both which I have had: but their date is out, and
        therefore I'll hide me.

PRINCE HENRY    Call in the sheriff.

        [Exeunt all except PRINCE HENRY and PETO]

        [Enter Sheriff and the Carrier]

        Now, master sheriff, what is your will with me?

Sheriff First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry
        Hath follow'd certain men unto this house.

PRINCE HENRY    What men?

Sheriff One of them is well known, my gracious lord,
        A gross fat man.

Carrier                   As fat as butter.

PRINCE HENRY    The man, I do assure you, is not here;
        For I myself at this time have employ'd him.
        And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee
        That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,
        Send him to answer thee, or any man,
        For any thing he shall be charged withal:
        And so let me entreat you leave the house.

Sheriff I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen
        Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks.

PRINCE HENRY    It may be so: if he have robb'd these men,
        He shall be answerable; and so farewell.

Sheriff Good night, my noble lord.

PRINCE HENRY    I think it is good morrow, is it not?

Sheriff Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock.

        [Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier]

PRINCE HENRY    This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go,
        call him forth.

PETO    Falstaff!--Fast asleep behind the arras, and
        snorting like a horse.

PRINCE HENRY    Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets.

        [He searcheth his pockets, and findeth certain papers]

        What hast thou found?

PETO    Nothing but papers, my lord.

PRINCE HENRY    Let's see what they be: read them.

PETO    [Reads]  Item, A capon,. . 2s. 2d.
        Item, Sauce,. . . 4d.
        Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.
        Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d.
        Item, Bread,        ob.

PRINCE HENRY    O monstrous! but one half-penny-worth of bread to
        this intolerable deal of sack! What there is else,
        keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there
        let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the
        morning. We must all to the wars, and thy place
        shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a
        charge of foot; and I know his death will be a
        march of twelve-score. The money shall be paid
        back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in
        the morning; and so, good morrow, Peto.

        [Exeunt]

PETO    Good morrow, good my lord.




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT III



SCENE I Bangor. The Archdeacon's house.


        [Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and GLENDOWER]

MORTIMER        These promises are fair, the parties sure,
        And our induction full of prosperous hope.

HOTSPUR Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower,
        Will you sit down?
        And uncle Worcester: a plague upon it!
        I have forgot the map.

GLENDOWER       No, here it is.
        Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur,
        For by that name as oft as Lancaster
        Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale and with
        A rising sigh he wisheth you in heaven.

HOTSPUR And you in hell, as oft as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of.

GLENDOWER       I cannot blame him: at my nativity
        The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
        Of burning cressets; and at my birth
        The frame and huge foundation of the earth
        Shaked like a coward.

HOTSPUR Why, so it would have done at the same season, if
        your mother's cat had but kittened, though yourself
        had never been born.

GLENDOWER       I say the earth did shake when I was born.

HOTSPUR And I say the earth was not of my mind,
        If you suppose as fearing you it shook.

GLENDOWER       The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.

HOTSPUR O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,
        And not in fear of your nativity.
        Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
        In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth
        Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd
        By the imprisoning of unruly wind
        Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
        Shakes the old beldam earth and topples down
        Steeples and moss-grown towers. At your birth
        Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
        In passion shook.

GLENDOWER                         Cousin, of many men
        I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
        To tell you once again that at my birth
        The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
        The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
        Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
        These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
        And all the courses of my life do show
        I am not in the roll of common men.
        Where is he living, clipp'd in with the sea
        That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,
        Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
        And bring him out that is but woman's son
        Can trace me in the tedious ways of art
        And hold me pace in deep experiments.

HOTSPUR I think there's no man speaks better Welsh.
        I'll to dinner.

MORTIMER        Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad.

GLENDOWER       I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

HOTSPUR Why, so can I, or so can any man;
        But will they come when you do call for them?

GLENDOWER       Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command
        The devil.

HOTSPUR And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil
        By telling truth: tell truth and shame the devil.
        If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
        And I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence.
        O, while you live, tell truth and shame the devil!

MORTIMER        Come, come, no more of this unprofitable chat.

GLENDOWER       Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head
        Against my power; thrice from the banks of Wye
        And sandy-bottom'd Severn have I sent him
        Bootless home and weather-beaten back.

HOTSPUR Home without boots, and in foul weather too!
        How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?

GLENDOWER       Come, here's the map: shall we divide our right
        According to our threefold order ta'en?

MORTIMER        The archdeacon hath divided it
        Into three limits very equally:
        England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
        By south and east is to my part assign'd:
        All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
        And all the fertile land within that bound,
        To Owen Glendower: and, dear coz, to you
        The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
        And our indentures tripartite are drawn;
        Which being sealed interchangeably,
        A business that this night may execute,
        To-morrow, cousin Percy, you and I
        And my good Lord of Worcester will set forth
        To meet your father and the Scottish power,
        As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
        My father Glendower is not ready yet,
        Not shall we need his help these fourteen days.
        Within that space you may have drawn together
        Your tenants, friends and neighbouring gentlemen.

GLENDOWER       A shorter time shall send me to you, lords:
        And in my conduct shall your ladies come;
        From whom you now must steal and take no leave,
        For there will be a world of water shed
        Upon the parting of your wives and you.

HOTSPUR Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here,
        In quantity equals not one of yours:
        See how this river comes me cranking in,
        And cuts me from the best of all my land
        A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out.
        I'll have the current in this place damm'd up;
        And here the smug and silver Trent shall run
        In a new channel, fair and evenly;
        It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
        To rob me of so rich a bottom here.

GLENDOWER       Not wind? it shall, it must; you see it doth.

MORTIMER        Yea, but
        Mark how he bears his course, and runs me up
        With like advantage on the other side;
        Gelding the opposed continent as much
        As on the other side it takes from you.

EARL OF WORCESTER       Yea, but a little charge will trench him here
        And on this north side win this cape of land;
        And then he runs straight and even.

HOTSPUR I'll have it so: a little charge will do it.

GLENDOWER       I'll not have it alter'd.

HOTSPUR Will not you?

GLENDOWER       No, nor you shall not.

HOTSPUR Who shall say me nay?

GLENDOWER       Why, that will I.

HOTSPUR Let me not understand you, then; speak it in Welsh.

GLENDOWER       I can speak English, lord, as well as you;
        For I was train'd up in the English court;
        Where, being but young, I framed to the harp
        Many an English ditty lovely well
        And gave the tongue a helpful ornament,
        A virtue that was never seen in you.

HOTSPUR Marry,
        And I am glad of it with all my heart:
        I had rather be a kitten and cry mew
        Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers;
        I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd,
        Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;
        And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
        Nothing so much as mincing poetry:
        'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.

GLENDOWER       Come, you shall have Trent turn'd.

HOTSPUR I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land
        To any well-deserving friend;
        But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
        I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
        Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?

GLENDOWER       The moon shines fair; you may away by night:
        I'll haste the writer and withal
        Break with your wives of your departure hence:
        I am afraid my daughter will run mad,
        So much she doteth on her Mortimer.

        [Exit GLENDOWER]

MORTIMER        Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father!

HOTSPUR I cannot choose: sometime he angers me
        With telling me of the mouldwarp and the ant,
        Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies,
        And of a dragon and a finless fish,
        A clip-wing'd griffin and a moulten raven,
        A couching lion and a ramping cat,
        And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
        As puts me from my faith. I tell you what;
        He held me last night at least nine hours
        In reckoning up the several devils' names
        That were his lackeys: I cried 'hum,' and 'well, go to,'
        But mark'd him not a word. O, he is as tedious
        As a tired horse, a railing wife;
        Worse than a smoky house: I had rather live
        With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far,
        Than feed on cates and have him talk to me
        In any summer-house in Christendom.

MORTIMER        In faith, he is a worthy gentleman,
        Exceedingly well read, and profited
        In strange concealments, valiant as a lion
        And as wondrous affable and as bountiful
        As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin?
        He holds your temper in a high respect
        And curbs himself even of his natural scope
        When you come 'cross his humour; faith, he does:
        I warrant you, that man is not alive
        Might so have tempted him as you have done,
        Without the taste of danger and reproof:
        But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.

EARL OF WORCESTER       In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame;
        And since your coming hither have done enough
        To put him quite beside his patience.
        You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:
        Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,--
        And that's the dearest grace it renders you,--
        Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,
        Defect of manners, want of government,
        Pride, haughtiness, opinion and disdain:
        The least of which haunting a nobleman
        Loseth men's hearts and leaves behind a stain
        Upon the beauty of all parts besides,
        Beguiling them of commendation.

HOTSPUR Well, I am school'd: good manners be your speed!
        Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.

        [Re-enter GLENDOWER with the ladies]

MORTIMER        This is the deadly spite that angers me;
        My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh.

GLENDOWER       My daughter weeps: she will not part with you;
        She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.

MORTIMER        Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy
        Shall follow in your conduct speedily.

        [Glendower speaks to her in Welsh, and she
        answers him in the same]

GLENDOWER       She is desperate here; a peevish self-wind harlotry,
        one that no persuasion can do good upon.

        [The lady speaks in Welsh]

MORTIMER        I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh
        Which thou pour'st down from these swelling heavens
        I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,
        In such a parley should I answer thee.

        [The lady speaks again in Welsh]

        I understand thy kisses and thou mine,
        And that's a feeling disputation:
        But I will never be a truant, love,
        Till I have learned thy language; for thy tongue
        Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
        Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
        With ravishing division, to her lute.

GLENDOWER       Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.

        [The lady speaks again in Welsh]

MORTIMER        O, I am ignorance itself in this!

GLENDOWER       She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
        And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
        And she will sing the song that pleaseth you
        And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep.
        Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness,
        Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep
        As is the difference betwixt day and night
        The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
        Begins his golden progress in the east.

MORTIMER        With all my heart I'll sit and hear her sing:
        By that time will our book, I think, be drawn

GLENDOWER       Do so;
        And those musicians that shall play to you
        Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence,
        And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend.

HOTSPUR Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come,
        quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.

LADY PERCY      Go, ye giddy goose.

        [The music plays]

HOTSPUR Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh;
        And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous.
        By'r lady, he is a good musician.

LADY PERCY      Then should you be nothing but musical for you are
        altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief,
        and hear the lady sing in Welsh.

HOTSPUR I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.

LADY PERCY      Wouldst thou have thy head broken?

HOTSPUR No.

LADY PERCY      Then be still.

HOTSPUR Neither;'tis a woman's fault.

LADY PERCY      Now God help thee!

HOTSPUR To the Welsh lady's bed.

LADY PERCY      What's that?

HOTSPUR Peace! she sings.

        [Here the lady sings a Welsh song]

HOTSPUR Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.

LADY PERCY      Not mine, in good sooth.

HOTSPUR Not yours, in good sooth! Heart! you swear like a
        comfit-maker's wife. 'Not you, in good sooth,' and
        'as true as I live,' and 'as God shall mend me,' and
        'as sure as day,'
        And givest such sarcenet surety for thy oaths,
        As if thou never walk'st further than Finsbury.
        Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art,
        A good mouth-filling oath, and leave 'in sooth,'
        And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,
        To velvet-guards and Sunday-citizens.
        Come, sing.

LADY PERCY      I will not sing.

HOTSPUR 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast
        teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away
        within these two hours; and so, come in when ye will.

        [Exit]

GLENDOWER       Come, come, Lord Mortimer; you are as slow
        As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go.
        By this our book is drawn; we'll but seal,
        And then to horse immediately.

MORTIMER        With all my heart.

        [Exeunt]




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT III



SCENE II        London. The palace.


        [Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE HENRY, and others]

KING HENRY IV   Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and I
        Must have some private conference; but be near at hand,
        For we shall presently have need of you.

        [Exeunt Lords]

        I know not whether God will have it so,
        For some displeasing service I have done,
        That, in his secret doom, out of my blood
        He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me;
        But thou dost in thy passages of life
        Make me believe that thou art only mark'd
        For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven
        To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else,
        Could such inordinate and low desires,
        Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts,
        Such barren pleasures, rude society,
        As thou art match'd withal and grafted to,
        Accompany the greatness of thy blood
        And hold their level with thy princely heart?

PRINCE HENRY    So please your majesty, I would I could
        Quit all offences with as clear excuse
        As well as I am doubtless I can purge
        Myself of many I am charged withal:
        Yet such extenuation let me beg,
        As, in reproof of many tales devised,
        which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear,
        By smiling pick-thanks and base news-mongers,
        I may, for some things true, wherein my youth
        Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,
        Find pardon on my true submission.

KING HENRY IV   God pardon thee! yet let me wonder, Harry,
        At thy affections, which do hold a wing
        Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.
        Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost.
        Which by thy younger brother is supplied,
        And art almost an alien to the hearts
        Of all the court and princes of my blood:
        The hope and expectation of thy time
        Is ruin'd, and the soul of every man
        Prophetically doth forethink thy fall.
        Had I so lavish of my presence been,
        So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
        So stale and cheap to vulgar company,
        Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
        Had still kept loyal to possession
        And left me in reputeless banishment,
        A fellow of no mark nor likelihood.
        By being seldom seen, I could not stir
        But like a comet I was wonder'd at;
        That men would tell their children 'This is he;'
        Others would say 'Where, which is Bolingbroke?'
        And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
        And dress'd myself in such humility
        That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
        Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths,
        Even in the presence of the crowned king.
        Thus did I keep my person fresh and new;
        My presence, like a robe pontifical,
        Ne'er seen but wonder'd at: and so my state,
        Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast
        And won by rareness such solemnity.
        The skipping king, he ambled up and down
        With shallow jesters and rash bavin wits,
        Soon kindled and soon burnt; carded his state,
        Mingled his royalty with capering fools,
        Had his great name profaned with their scorns
        And gave his countenance, against his name,
        To laugh at gibing boys and stand the push
        Of every beardless vain comparative,
        Grew a companion to the common streets,
        Enfeoff'd himself to popularity;
        That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
        They surfeited with honey and began
        To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
        More than a little is by much too much.
        So when he had occasion to be seen,
        He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
        Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes
        As, sick and blunted with community,
        Afford no extraordinary gaze,
        Such as is bent on sun-like majesty
        When it shines seldom in admiring eyes;
        But rather drowzed and hung their eyelids down,
        Slept in his face and render'd such aspect
        As cloudy men use to their adversaries,
        Being with his presence glutted, gorged and full.
        And in that very line, Harry, standest thou;
        For thou has lost thy princely privilege
        With vile participation: not an eye
        But is a-weary of thy common sight,
        Save mine, which hath desired to see thee more;
        Which now doth that I would not have it do,
        Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.

PRINCE HENRY    I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord,
        Be more myself.

KING HENRY IV                     For all the world
        As thou art to this hour was Richard then
        When I from France set foot at Ravenspurgh,
        And even as I was then is Percy now.
        Now, by my sceptre and my soul to boot,
        He hath more worthy interest to the state
        Than thou the shadow of succession;
        For of no right, nor colour like to right,
        He doth fill fields with harness in the realm,
        Turns head against the lion's armed jaws,
        And, being no more in debt to years than thou,
        Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on
        To bloody battles and to bruising arms.
        What never-dying honour hath he got
        Against renowned Douglas! whose high deeds,
        Whose hot incursions and great name in arms
        Holds from all soldiers chief majority
        And military title capital
        Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ:
        Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathling clothes,
        This infant warrior, in his enterprises
        Discomfited great Douglas, ta'en him once,
        Enlarged him and made a friend of him,
        To fill the mouth of deep defiance up
        And shake the peace and safety of our throne.
        And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland,
        The Archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer,
        Capitulate against us and are up.
        But wherefore do I tell these news to thee?
        Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
        Which art my near'st and dearest enemy?
        Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear,
        Base inclination and the start of spleen
        To fight against me under Percy's pay,
        To dog his heels and curtsy at his frowns,
        To show how much thou art degenerate.

PRINCE HENRY    Do not think so; you shall not find it so:
        And God forgive them that so much have sway'd
        Your majesty's good thoughts away from me!
        I will redeem all this on Percy's head
        And in the closing of some glorious day
        Be bold to tell you that I am your son;
        When I will wear a garment all of blood
        And stain my favours in a bloody mask,
        Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it:
        And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
        That this same child of honour and renown,
        This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,
        And your unthought-of Harry chance to meet.
        For every honour sitting on his helm,
        Would they were multitudes, and on my head
        My shames redoubled! for the time will come,
        That I shall make this northern youth exchange
        His glorious deeds for my indignities.
        Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
        To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf;
        And I will call him to so strict account,
        That he shall render every glory up,
        Yea, even the slightest worship of his time,
        Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.
        This, in the name of God, I promise here:
        The which if He be pleased I shall perform,
        I do beseech your majesty may salve
        The long-grown wounds of my intemperance:
        If not, the end of life cancels all bands;
        And I will die a hundred thousand deaths
        Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.

KING HENRY IV   A hundred thousand rebels die in this:
        Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust herein.

        [Enter BLUNT]

        How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed.

SIR WALTER BLUNT        So hath the business that I come to speak of.
        Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word
        That Douglas and the English rebels met
        The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury
        A mighty and a fearful head they are,
        If promises be kept on every hand,
        As ever offer'd foul play in the state.

KING HENRY IV   The Earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day;
        With him my son, Lord John of Lancaster;
        For this advertisement is five days old:
        On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set forward;
        On Thursday we ourselves will march: our meeting
        Is Bridgenorth: and, Harry, you shall march
        Through Gloucestershire; by which account,
        Our business valued, some twelve days hence
        Our general forces at Bridgenorth shall meet.
        Our hands are full of business: let's away;
        Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay.

        [Exeunt]




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT III



Scene III       Eastcheap. The Boar's-Head Tavern.


        [Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH]

FALSTAFF        Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this last
        action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why my
        skin hangs about me like an like an old lady's loose
        gown; I am withered like an old apple-john. Well,
        I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some
        liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I
        shall have no strength to repent. An I have not
        forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I
        am a peppercorn, a brewer's horse: the inside of a
        church! Company, villanous company, hath been the
        spoil of me.

BARDOLPH        Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long.

FALSTAFF        Why, there is it: come sing me a bawdy song; make
        me merry. I was as virtuously given as a gentleman
        need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not
        above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once
        in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I
        borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in
        good compass: and now I live out of all order, out
        of all compass.

BARDOLPH        Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you must needs
        be out of all compass, out of all reasonable
        compass, Sir John.

FALSTAFF        Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life:
        thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in
        the poop, but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the
        Knight of the Burning Lamp.

BARDOLPH        Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm.

FALSTAFF        No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it as many
        a man doth of a Death's-head or a memento mori: I
        never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire and
        Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his
        robes, burning, burning. If thou wert any way
        given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath
        should be 'By this fire, that's God's angel:' but
        thou art altogether given over; and wert indeed, but
        for the light in thy face, the son of utter
        darkness. When thou rannest up Gadshill in the
        night to catch my horse, if I did not think thou
        hadst been an ignis fatuus or a ball of wildfire,
        there's no purchase in money. O, thou art a
        perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light!
        Thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and
        torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt
        tavern and tavern: but the sack that thou hast
        drunk me would have bought me lights as good cheap
        at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have
        maintained that salamander of yours with fire any
        time this two and thirty years; God reward me for
        it!

BARDOLPH        'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly!

FALSTAFF        God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burned.

        [Enter Hostess]

        How now, Dame Partlet the hen! have you inquired
        yet who picked my pocket?

Hostess Why, Sir John, what do you think, Sir John? do you
        think I keep thieves in my house? I have searched,
        I have inquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy
        by boy, servant by servant: the tithe of a hair
        was never lost in my house before.

FALSTAFF        Ye lie, hostess: Bardolph was shaved and lost many
        a hair; and I'll be sworn my pocket was picked. Go
        to, you are a woman, go.

Hostess Who, I? no; I defy thee: God's light, I was never
        called so in mine own house before.

FALSTAFF        Go to, I know you well enough.

Hostess No, Sir John; You do not know me, Sir John. I know
        you, Sir John: you owe me money, Sir John; and now
        you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I bought
        you a dozen of shirts to your back.

FALSTAFF        Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to
        bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them.

Hostess Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight
        shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, Sir
        John, for your diet and by-drinkings, and money lent
        you, four and twenty pound.

FALSTAFF        He had his part of it; let him pay.

Hostess He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing.

FALSTAFF        How! poor? look upon his face; what call you rich?
        let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks:
        Ill not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker
        of me? shall I not take mine case in mine inn but I
        shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a
        seal-ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark.

Hostess O Jesu, I have heard the prince tell him, I know not
        how oft, that ring was copper!

FALSTAFF        How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup: 'sblood, an
        he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog, if he
        would say so.

        [Enter PRINCE HENRY and PETO, marching, and FALSTAFF
        meets them playing on his truncheon like a life]

        How now, lad! is the wind in that door, i' faith?
        must we all march?

BARDOLPH        Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.

Hostess My lord, I pray you, hear me.

PRINCE HENRY    What sayest thou, Mistress Quickly? How doth thy
        husband? I love him well; he is an honest man.

Hostess Good my lord, hear me.

FALSTAFF        Prithee, let her alone, and list to me.

PRINCE HENRY    What sayest thou, Jack?

FALSTAFF        The other night I fell asleep here behind the arras
        and had my pocket picked: this house is turned
        bawdy-house; they pick pockets.

PRINCE HENRY    What didst thou lose, Jack?

FALSTAFF        Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds of
        forty pound apiece, and a seal-ring of my
        grandfather's.

PRINCE HENRY    A trifle, some eight-penny matter.

Hostess So I told him, my lord; and I said I heard your
        grace say so: and, my lord, he speaks most vilely
        of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is; and said
        he would cudgel you.

PRINCE HENRY    What! he did not?

Hostess There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else.

FALSTAFF        There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed
        prune; nor no more truth in thee than in a drawn
        fox; and for womanhood, Maid Marian may be the
        deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing,
        go

Hostess Say, what thing? what thing?

FALSTAFF        What thing! why, a thing to thank God on.

Hostess I am no thing to thank God on, I would thou
        shouldst know it; I am an honest man's wife: and,
        setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to
        call me so.

FALSTAFF        Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say
        otherwise.

Hostess Say, what beast, thou knave, thou?

FALSTAFF        What beast! why, an otter.

PRINCE HENRY    An otter, Sir John! Why an otter?

FALSTAFF        Why, she's neither fish nor flesh; a man knows not
        where to have her.

Hostess Thou art an unjust man in saying so: thou or any
        man knows where to have me, thou knave, thou!

PRINCE HENRY    Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly.

Hostess So he doth you, my lord; and said this other day you
        ought him a thousand pound.

PRINCE HENRY    Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?

FALSTAFF        A thousand pound, Ha! a million: thy love is worth
        a million: thou owest me thy love.

Hostess Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said he would
        cudgel you.

FALSTAFF        Did I, Bardolph?

BARDOLPH        Indeed, Sir John, you said so.

FALSTAFF        Yea, if he said my ring was copper.

PRINCE HENRY    I say 'tis copper: darest thou be as good as thy word now?

FALSTAFF        Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, I dare:
        but as thou art prince, I fear thee as I fear the
        roaring of a lion's whelp.

PRINCE HENRY    And why not as the lion?

FALSTAFF        The king is to be feared as the lion: dost thou
        think I'll fear thee as I fear thy father? nay, an
        I do, I pray God my girdle break.

PRINCE HENRY    O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about thy
        knees! But, sirrah, there's no room for faith,
        truth, nor honesty in this bosom of thine; it is all
        filled up with guts and midriff. Charge an honest
        woman with picking thy pocket! why, thou whoreson,
        impudent, embossed rascal, if there were anything in
        thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of
        bawdy-houses, and one poor penny-worth of
        sugar-candy to make thee long-winded, if thy pocket
        were enriched with any other injuries but these, I
        am a villain: and yet you will stand to if; you will
        not pocket up wrong: art thou not ashamed?

FALSTAFF        Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest in the state of
        innocency Adam fell; and what should poor Jack
        Falstaff do in the days of villany? Thou seest I
        have more flesh than another man, and therefore more
        frailty. You confess then, you picked my pocket?

PRINCE HENRY    It appears so by the story.

FALSTAFF        Hostess, I forgive thee: go, make ready breakfast;
        love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy
        guests: thou shalt find me tractable to any honest
        reason: thou seest I am pacified still. Nay,
        prithee, be gone.

        [Exit Hostess]

        Now Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery,
        lad, how is that answered?

PRINCE HENRY    O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to
        thee: the money is paid back again.

FALSTAFF        O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double labour.

PRINCE HENRY    I am good friends with my father and may do any thing.

FALSTAFF        Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, and
        do it with unwashed hands too.

BARDOLPH        Do, my lord.

PRINCE HENRY    I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot.

FALSTAFF        I would it had been of horse. Where shall I find
        one that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of the
        age of two and twenty or thereabouts! I am
        heinously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for
        these rebels, they offend none but the virtuous: I
        laud them, I praise them.

PRINCE HENRY    Bardolph!

BARDOLPH        My lord?

PRINCE HENRY    Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster, to my
        brother John; this to my Lord of Westmoreland.

        [Exit Bardolph]

        Go, Peto, to horse, to horse; for thou and I have
        thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.

        [Exit Peto]

        Jack, meet me to-morrow in the temple hall at two
        o'clock in the afternoon.
        There shalt thou know thy charge; and there receive
        Money and order for their furniture.
        The land is burning; Percy stands on high;
        And either we or they must lower lie.

        [Exit PRINCE HENRY]

FALSTAFF        Rare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come!
        O, I could wish this tavern were my drum!

        [Exit]




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT IV



SCENE I The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.


        [Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, and DOUGLAS]

HOTSPUR Well said, my noble Scot: if speaking truth
        In this fine age were not thought flattery,
        Such attribution should the Douglas have,
        As not a soldier of this season's stamp
        Should go so general current through the world.
        By God, I cannot flatter; I do defy
        The tongues of soothers; but a braver place
        In my heart's love hath no man than yourself:
        Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.

EARL OF DOUGLAS Thou art the king of honour:
        No man so potent breathes upon the ground
        But I will beard him.

HOTSPUR Do so, and 'tis well.

        [Enter a Messenger with letters]

        What letters hast thou there?--I can but thank you.

Messenger       These letters come from your father.

HOTSPUR Letters from him! why comes he not himself?

Messenger       He cannot come, my lord; he is grievous sick.

HOTSPUR 'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick
        In such a rustling time? Who leads his power?
        Under whose government come they along?

Messenger       His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord.

EARL OF WORCESTER       I prithee, tell me, doth he keep his bed?

Messenger       He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth;
        And at the time of my departure thence
        He was much fear'd by his physicians.

EARL OF WORCESTER       I would the state of time had first been whole
        Ere he by sickness had been visited:
        His health was never better worth than now.

HOTSPUR Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect
        The very life-blood of our enterprise;
        'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.
        He writes me here, that inward sickness--
        And that his friends by deputation could not
        So soon be drawn, nor did he think it meet
        To lay so dangerous and dear a trust
        On any soul removed but on his own.
        Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,
        That with our small conjunction we should on,
        To see how fortune is disposed to us;
        For, as he writes, there is no quailing now.
        Because the king is certainly possess'd
        Of all our purposes. What say you to it?

EARL OF WORCESTER       Your father's sickness is a maim to us.

HOTSPUR A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off:
        And yet, in faith, it is not; his present want
        Seems more than we shall find it: were it good
        To set the exact wealth of all our states
        All at one cast? to set so rich a main
        On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?
        It were not good; for therein should we read
        The very bottom and the soul of hope,
        The very list, the very utmost bound
        Of all our fortunes.

EARL OF DOUGLAS 'Faith, and so we should;
        Where now remains a sweet reversion:
        We may boldly spend upon the hope of what
        Is to come in:
        A comfort of retirement lives in this.

HOTSPUR A rendezvous, a home to fly unto.
        If that the devil and mischance look big
        Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.

EARL OF WORCESTER       But yet I would your father had been here.
        The quality and hair of our attempt
        Brooks no division: it will be thought
        By some, that know not why he is away,
        That wisdom, loyalty and mere dislike
        Of our proceedings kept the earl from hence:
        And think how such an apprehension
        May turn the tide of fearful faction
        And breed a kind of question in our cause;
        For well you know we of the offering side
        Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement,
        And stop all sight-holes, every loop from whence
        The eye of reason may pry in upon us:
        This absence of your father's draws a curtain,
        That shows the ignorant a kind of fear
        Before not dreamt of.

HOTSPUR You strain too far.
        I rather of his absence make this use:
        It lends a lustre and more great opinion,
        A larger dare to our great enterprise,
        Than if the earl were here; for men must think,
        If we without his help can make a head
        To push against a kingdom, with his help
        We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.
        Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.

EARL OF DOUGLAS As heart can think: there is not such a word
        Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear.

        [Enter SIR RICHARD VERNON]

HOTSPUR My cousin Vernon, welcome, by my soul.

VERNON  Pray God my news be worth a welcome, lord.
        The Earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong,
        Is marching hitherwards; with him Prince John.

HOTSPUR No harm: what more?

VERNON  And further, I have learn'd,
        The king himself in person is set forth,
        Or hitherwards intended speedily,
        With strong and mighty preparation.

HOTSPUR He shall be welcome too. Where is his son,
        The nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales,
        And his comrades, that daff'd the world aside,
        And bid it pass?

VERNON                    All furnish'd, all in arms;
        All plumed like estridges that with the wind
        Baited like eagles having lately bathed;
        Glittering in golden coats, like images;
        As full of spirit as the month of May,
        And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
        Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
        I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
        His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd
        Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
        And vaulted with such ease into his seat,
        As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
        To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
        And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

HOTSPUR No more, no more: worse than the sun in March,
        This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come:
        They come like sacrifices in their trim,
        And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war
        All hot and bleeding will we offer them:
        The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit
        Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire
        To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh
        And yet not ours. Come, let me taste my horse,
        Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt
        Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales:
        Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,
        Meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse.
        O that Glendower were come!

VERNON  There is more news:
        I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,
        He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.

EARL OF DOUGLAS That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet.

WORCESTER       Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound.

HOTSPUR What may the king's whole battle reach unto?

VERNON  To thirty thousand.

HOTSPUR Forty let it be:
        My father and Glendower being both away,
        The powers of us may serve so great a day
        Come, let us take a muster speedily:
        Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.

EARL OF DOUGLAS Talk not of dying: I am out of fear
        Of death or death's hand for this one-half year.

        [Exeunt]




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT IV



SCENE II        A public road near Coventry.


        [Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH]

FALSTAFF        Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a
        bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march through;
        we'll to Sutton Co'fil' tonight.

BARDOLPH        Will you give me money, captain?

FALSTAFF        Lay out, lay out.

BARDOLPH        This bottle makes an angel.

FALSTAFF        An if it do, take it for thy labour; and if it make
        twenty, take them all; I'll answer the coinage. Bid
        my lieutenant Peto meet me at town's end.

BARDOLPH        I will, captain: farewell.

        [Exit]

FALSTAFF        If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused
        gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably.
        I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty
        soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me
        none but good house-holders, yeoman's sons; inquire
        me out contracted bachelors, such as had been asked
        twice on the banns; such a commodity of warm slaves,
        as had as lieve hear the devil as a drum; such as
        fear the report of a caliver worse than a struck
        fowl or a hurt wild-duck. I pressed me none but such
        toasts-and-butter, with hearts in their bellies no
        bigger than pins' heads, and they have bought out
        their services; and now my whole charge consists of
        ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of
        companies, slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the
        painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked his
        sores; and such as indeed were never soldiers, but
        discarded unjust serving-men, younger sons to
        younger brothers, revolted tapsters and ostlers
        trade-fallen, the cankers of a calm world and a
        long peace, ten times more dishonourable ragged than
        an old faced ancient: and such have I, to fill up
        the rooms of them that have bought out their
        services, that you would think that I had a hundred
        and fifty tattered prodigals lately come from
        swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. A mad
        fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded
        all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye
        hath seen such scarecrows. I'll not march through
        Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the
        villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had
        gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of
        prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my
        company; and the half shirt is two napkins tacked
        together and thrown over the shoulders like an
        herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say
        the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's, or
        the red-nose innkeeper of Daventry. But that's all
        one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge.

        [Enter the PRINCE and WESTMORELAND]

PRINCE HENRY    How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt!

FALSTAFF        What, Hal! how now, mad wag! what a devil dost thou
        in Warwickshire? My good Lord of Westmoreland, I
        cry you mercy: I thought your honour had already been
        at Shrewsbury.

WESTMORELAND    Faith, Sir John,'tis more than time that I were
        there, and you too; but my powers are there already.
        The king, I can tell you, looks for us all: we must
        away all night.

FALSTAFF        Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat to
        steal cream.

PRINCE HENRY    I think, to steal cream indeed, for thy theft hath
        already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, whose
        fellows are these that come after?

FALSTAFF        Mine, Hal, mine.

PRINCE HENRY    I did never see such pitiful rascals.

FALSTAFF        Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food
        for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better:
        tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.

WESTMORELAND    Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor
        and bare, too beggarly.

FALSTAFF        'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had
        that; and for their bareness, I am sure they never
        learned that of me.

PRINCE HENRY    No I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on
        the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste: Percy is
        already in the field.

FALSTAFF        What, is the king encamped?

WESTMORELAND    He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long.

FALSTAFF        Well,
        To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast
        Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.

        [Exeunt]




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT IV



SCENE III       The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.


        [Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, DOUGLAS, and VERNON]

HOTSPUR We'll fight with him to-night.

EARL OF WORCESTER       It may not be.

EARL OF DOUGLAS You give him then the advantage.

VERNON  Not a whit.

HOTSPUR Why say you so? looks he not for supply?

VERNON  So do we.

HOTSPUR         His is certain, ours is doubtful.

EARL OF WORCESTER       Good cousin, be advised; stir not tonight.

VERNON  Do not, my lord.

EARL OF DOUGLAS                   You do not counsel well:
        You speak it out of fear and cold heart.

VERNON  Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life,
        And I dare well maintain it with my life,
        If well-respected honour bid me on,
        I hold as little counsel with weak fear
        As you, my lord, or any Scot that this day lives:
        Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle
        Which of us fears.

EARL OF DOUGLAS                   Yea, or to-night.

VERNON  Content.

HOTSPUR To-night, say I.

VERNON  Come, come it nay not be. I wonder much,
        Being men of such great leading as you are,
        That you foresee not what impediments
        Drag back our expedition: certain horse
        Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up:
        Your uncle Worcester's horse came but today;
        And now their pride and mettle is asleep,
        Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,
        That not a horse is half the half of himself.

HOTSPUR So are the horses of the enemy
        In general, journey-bated and brought low:
        The better part of ours are full of rest.

EARL OF WORCESTER       The number of the king exceedeth ours:
        For God's sake. cousin, stay till all come in.

        [The trumpet sounds a parley]

        [Enter SIR WALTER BLUNT]

SIR WALTER BLUNT        I come with gracious offers from the king,
        if you vouchsafe me hearing and respect.

HOTSPUR Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; and would to God
        You were of our determination!
        Some of us love you well; and even those some
        Envy your great deservings and good name,
        Because you are not of our quality,
        But stand against us like an enemy.

SIR WALTER BLUNT        And God defend but still I should stand so,
        So long as out of limit and true rule
        You stand against anointed majesty.
        But to my charge. The king hath sent to know
        The nature of your griefs, and whereupon
        You conjure from the breast of civil peace
        Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land
        Audacious cruelty. If that the king
        Have any way your good deserts forgot,
        Which he confesseth to be manifold,
        He bids you name your griefs; and with all speed
        You shall have your desires with interest
        And pardon absolute for yourself and these
        Herein misled by your suggestion.

HOTSPUR The king is kind; and well we know the king
        Knows at what time to promise, when to pay.
        My father and my uncle and myself
        Did give him that same royalty he wears;
        And when he was not six and twenty strong,
        Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,
        A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,
        My father gave him welcome to the shore;
        And when he heard him swear and vow to God
        He came but to be Duke of Lancaster,
        To sue his livery and beg his peace,
        With tears of innocency and terms of zeal,
        My father, in kind heart and pity moved,
        Swore him assistance and perform'd it too.
        Now when the lords and barons of the realm
        Perceived Northumberland did lean to him,
        The more and less came in with cap and knee;
        Met him in boroughs, cities, villages,
        Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,
        Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths,
        Gave him their heirs, as pages follow'd him
        Even at the heels in golden multitudes.
        He presently, as greatness knows itself,
        Steps me a little higher than his vow
        Made to my father, while his blood was poor,
        Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurgh;
        And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
        Some certain edicts and some strait decrees
        That lie too heavy on the commonwealth,
        Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep
        Over his country's wrongs; and by this face,
        This seeming brow of justice, did he win
        The hearts of all that he did angle for;
        Proceeded further; cut me off the heads
        Of all the favourites that the absent king
        In deputation left behind him here,
        When he was personal in the Irish war.

SIR WALTER BLUNT        Tut, I came not to hear this.

HOTSPUR Then to the point.
        In short time after, he deposed the king;
        Soon after that, deprived him of his life;
        And in the neck of that, task'd the whole state:
        To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman March,
        Who is, if every owner were well placed,
        Indeed his king, to be engaged in Wales,
        There without ransom to lie forfeited;
        Disgraced me in my happy victories,
        Sought to entrap me by intelligence;
        Rated mine uncle from the council-board;
        In rage dismiss'd my father from the court;
        Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong,
        And in conclusion drove us to seek out
        This head of safety; and withal to pry
        Into his title, the which we find
        Too indirect for long continuance.

SIR WALTER BLUNT        Shall I return this answer to the king?

HOTSPUR Not so, Sir Walter: we'll withdraw awhile.
        Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd
        Some surety for a safe return again,
        And in the morning early shall my uncle
        Bring him our purposes: and so farewell.

SIR WALTER BLUNT        I would you would accept of grace and love.

HOTSPUR And may be so we shall.

SIR WALTER BLUNT        Pray God you do.

        [Exeunt]




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT IV



SCENE IV        York. The ARCHBISHOP'S palace.


        [Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK and SIR MICHAEL]

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK      Hie, good Sir Michael; bear this sealed brief
        With winged haste to the lord marshal;
        This to my cousin Scroop, and all the rest
        To whom they are directed. If you knew
        How much they do to import, you would make haste.

SIR MICHAEL     My good lord,
        I guess their tenor.

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK      Like enough you do.
        To-morrow, good Sir Michael, is a day
        Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men
        Must bide the touch; for, sir, at Shrewsbury,
        As I am truly given to understand,
        The king with mighty and quick-raised power
        Meets with Lord Harry: and, I fear, Sir Michael,
        What with the sickness of Northumberland,
        Whose power was in the first proportion,
        And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence,
        Who with them was a rated sinew too
        And comes not in, o'er-ruled by prophecies,
        I fear the power of Percy is too weak
        To wage an instant trial with the king.

SIR MICHAEL     Why, my good lord, you need not fear;
        There is Douglas and Lord Mortimer.

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK      No, Mortimer is not there.

SIR MICHAEL     But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy,
        And there is my Lord of Worcester and a head
        Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK      And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn
        The special head of all the land together:
        The Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster,
        The noble Westmoreland and warlike Blunt;
        And moe corrivals and dear men
        Of estimation and command in arms.

SIR MICHAEL     Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well opposed.

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK      I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear;
        And, to prevent the worst, Sir Michael, speed:
        For if Lord Percy thrive not, ere the king
        Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,
        For he hath heard of our confederacy,
        And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him:
        Therefore make haste. I must go write again
        To other friends; and so farewell, Sir Michael.

        [Exeunt]




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT V



SCENE I KING HENRY IV's camp near Shrewsbury.


        [Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, Lord John of
        LANCASTER, EARL OF WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT,
        and FALSTAFF]

KING HENRY IV   How bloodily the sun begins to peer
        Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale
        At his distemperature.

PRINCE HENRY    The southern wind
        Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
        And by his hollow whistling in the leaves
        Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.

KING HENRY IV   Then with the losers let it sympathize,
        For nothing can seem foul to those that win.

        [The trumpet sounds]

        [Enter WORCESTER and VERNON]

        How now, my Lord of Worcester! 'tis not well
        That you and I should meet upon such terms
        As now we meet. You have deceived our trust,
        And made us doff our easy robes of peace,
        To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel:
        This is not well, my lord, this is not well.
        What say you to it? will you again unknit
        This curlish knot of all-abhorred war?
        And move in that obedient orb again
        Where you did give a fair and natural light,
        And be no more an exhaled meteor,
        A prodigy of fear and a portent
        Of broached mischief to the unborn times?

EARL OF WORCESTER       Hear me, my liege:
        For mine own part, I could be well content
        To entertain the lag-end of my life
        With quiet hours; for I do protest,
        I have not sought the day of this dislike.

KING HENRY IV   You have not sought it! how comes it, then?

FALSTAFF        Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.

PRINCE HENRY    Peace, chewet, peace!

EARL OF WORCESTER       It pleased your majesty to turn your looks
        Of favour from myself and all our house;
        And yet I must remember you, my lord,
        We were the first and dearest of your friends.
        For you my staff of office did I break
        In Richard's time; and posted day and night
        to meet you on the way, and kiss your hand,
        When yet you were in place and in account
        Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.
        It was myself, my brother and his son,
        That brought you home and boldly did outdare
        The dangers of the time. You swore to us,
        And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,
        That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state;
        Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right,
        The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster:
        To this we swore our aid. But in short space
        It rain'd down fortune showering on your head;
        And such a flood of greatness fell on you,
        What with our help, what with the absent king,
        What with the injuries of a wanton time,
        The seeming sufferances that you had borne,
        And the contrarious winds that held the king
        So long in his unlucky Irish wars
        That all in England did repute him dead:
        And from this swarm of fair advantages
        You took occasion to be quickly woo'd
        To gripe the general sway into your hand;
        Forget your oath to us at Doncaster;
        And being fed by us you used us so
        As that ungentle hull, the cuckoo's bird,
        Useth the sparrow; did oppress our nest;
        Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk
        That even our love durst not come near your sight
        For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing
        We were enforced, for safety sake, to fly
        Out of sight and raise this present head;
        Whereby we stand opposed by such means
        As you yourself have forged against yourself
        By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
        And violation of all faith and troth
        Sworn to us in your younger enterprise.

KING HENRY IV   These things indeed you have articulate,
        Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches,
        To face the garment of rebellion
        With some fine colour that may please the eye
        Of fickle changelings and poor discontents,
        Which gape and rub the elbow at the news
        Of hurlyburly innovation:
        And never yet did insurrection want
        Such water-colours to impaint his cause;
        Nor moody beggars, starving for a time
        Of pellmell havoc and confusion.

PRINCE HENRY    In both your armies there is many a soul
        Shall pay full dearly for this encounter,
        If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew,
        The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world
        In praise of Henry Percy: by my hopes,
        This present enterprise set off his head,
        I do not think a braver gentleman,
        More active-valiant or more valiant-young,
        More daring or more bold, is now alive
        To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
        For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
        I have a truant been to chivalry;
        And so I hear he doth account me too;
        Yet this before my father's majesty--
        I am content that he shall take the odds
        Of his great name and estimation,
        And will, to save the blood on either side,
        Try fortune with him in a single fight.

KING HENRY IV   And, Prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee,
        Albeit considerations infinite
        Do make against it. No, good Worcester, no,
        We love our people well; even those we love
        That are misled upon your cousin's part;
        And, will they take the offer of our grace,
        Both he and they and you, every man
        Shall be my friend again and I'll be his:
        So tell your cousin, and bring me word
        What he will do: but if he will not yield,
        Rebuke and dread correction wait on us
        And they shall do their office. So, be gone;
        We will not now be troubled with reply:
        We offer fair; take it advisedly.

        [Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON]

PRINCE HENRY    It will not be accepted, on my life:
        The Douglas and the Hotspur both together
        Are confident against the world in arms.

KING HENRY IV   Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge;
        For, on their answer, will we set on them:
        And God befriend us, as our cause is just!

        [Exeunt all but PRINCE HENRY and FALSTAFF]

FALSTAFF        Hal, if thou see me down in the battle and bestride
        me, so; 'tis a point of friendship.

PRINCE HENRY    Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship.
        Say thy prayers, and farewell.

FALSTAFF        I  would 'twere bed-time, Hal, and all well.

PRINCE HENRY    Why, thou owest God a death.

        [Exit PRINCE HENRY]

FALSTAFF        'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before
        his day. What need I be so forward with him that
        calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour pricks
        me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I
        come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or
        an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no.
        Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is
        honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what
        is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it?
        he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no.
        Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then. Yea,
        to the dead. But will it not live with the living?
        no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore
        I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so
        ends my catechism.

        [Exit]




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT V



SCENE II        The rebel camp.


        [Enter WORCESTER and VERNON]

EARL OF WORCESTER       O, no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard,
        The liberal and kind offer of the king.

VERNON  'Twere best he did.

EARL OF WORCESTER       Then are we all undone.
        It is not possible, it cannot be,
        The king should keep his word in loving us;
        He will suspect us still and find a time
        To punish this offence in other faults:
        Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes;
        For treason is but trusted like the fox,
        Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd and lock'd up,
        Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
        Look how we can, or sad or merrily,
        Interpretation will misquote our looks,
        And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
        The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.
        My nephew's trespass may be well forgot;
        it hath the excuse of youth and heat of blood,
        And an adopted name of privilege,
        A hair-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen:
        All his offences live upon my head
        And on his father's; we did train him on,
        And, his corruption being ta'en from us,
        We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.
        Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,
        In any case, the offer of the king.

VERNON  Deliver what you will; I'll say 'tis so.
        Here comes your cousin.

        [Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS]

HOTSPUR My uncle is return'd:
        Deliver up my Lord of Westmoreland.
        Uncle, what news?

EARL OF WORCESTER       The king will bid you battle presently.

EARL OF DOUGLAS Defy him by the Lord of Westmoreland.

HOTSPUR Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.

EARL OF DOUGLAS Marry, and shall, and very willingly.

        [Exit]

EARL OF WORCESTER       There is no seeming mercy in the king.

HOTSPUR Did you beg any? God forbid!

EARL OF WORCESTER       I told him gently of our grievances,
        Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,
        By now forswearing that he is forsworn:
        He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge
        With haughty arms this hateful name in us.

        [Re-enter the EARL OF DOUGLAS]

EARL OF DOUGLAS Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown
        A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,
        And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it;
        Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.

EARL OF WORCESTER       The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king,
        And, nephew, challenged you to single fight.

HOTSPUR O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,
        And that no man might draw short breath today
        But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
        How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt?

VERNON  No, by my soul; I never in my life
        Did hear a challenge urged more modestly,
        Unless a brother should a brother dare
        To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
        He gave you all the duties of a man;
        Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue,
        Spoke to your deservings like a chronicle,
        Making you ever better than his praise
        By still dispraising praise valued in you;
        And, which became him like a prince indeed,
        He made a blushing cital of himself;
        And chid his truant youth with such a grace
        As if he master'd there a double spirit.
        Of teaching and of learning instantly.
        There did he pause: but let me tell the world,
        If he outlive the envy of this day,
        England did never owe so sweet a hope,
        So much misconstrued in his wantonness.

HOTSPUR Cousin, I think thou art enamoured
        On his follies: never did I hear
        Of any prince so wild a libertine.
        But be he as he will, yet once ere night
        I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
        That he shall shrink under my courtesy.
        Arm, arm with speed: and, fellows, soldiers, friends,
        Better consider what you have to do
        Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
        Can lift your blood up with persuasion.

        [Enter a Messenger]

Messenger       My lord, here are letters for you.

HOTSPUR I cannot read them now.
        O gentlemen, the time of life is short!
        To spend that shortness basely were too long,
        If life did ride upon a dial's point,
        Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
        An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
        If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
        Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair,
        When the intent of bearing them is just.

        [Enter another Messenger]

Messenger       My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace.

HOTSPUR I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,
        For I profess not talking; only this--
        Let each man do his best: and here draw I
        A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
        With the best blood that I can meet withal
        In the adventure of this perilous day.
        Now, Esperance! Percy! and set on.
        Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
        And by that music let us all embrace;
        For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall
        A second time do such a courtesy.

        [The trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt]




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT V



SCENE III       Plain between the camps.


        [KING HENRY enters with his power. Alarum to the
        battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and SIR WALTER BLUNT]

SIR WALTER BLUNT        What is thy name, that in the battle thus
        Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
        Upon my head?

EARL OF DOUGLAS                   Know then, my name is Douglas;
        And I do haunt thee in the battle thus
        Because some tell me that thou art a king.

SIR WALTER BLUNT        They tell thee true.

EARL OF DOUGLAS The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought
        Thy likeness, for instead of thee, King Harry,
        This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
        Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.

SIR WALTER BLUNT        I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;
        And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
        Lord Stafford's death.

        [They fight. DOUGLAS kills SIR WALTER BLUNT.
        Enter HOTSPUR]

HOTSPUR O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
        never had triumph'd upon a Scot.

EARL OF DOUGLAS All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.

HOTSPUR Where?

EARL OF DOUGLAS Here.

HOTSPUR This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well:
        A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
        Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.

EARL OF DOUGLAS A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
        A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear:
        Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?

HOTSPUR The king hath many marching in his coats.

EARL OF DOUGLAS Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
        I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
        Until I meet the king.

HOTSPUR Up, and away!
        Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.

        [Exeunt]

        [Alarum. Enter FALSTAFF, solus]

FALSTAFF        Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear
        the shot here; here's no scoring but upon the pate.
        Soft! who are you? Sir Walter Blunt: there's honour
        for you! here's no vanity! I am as hot as moulten
        lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I
        need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have
        led my ragamuffins where they are peppered: there's
        not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and
        they are for the town's end, to beg during life.
        But who comes here?

        [Enter PRINCE HENRY]

PRINCE HENRY    What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword:
        Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
        Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
        Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee,
        lend me thy sword.

FALSTAFF        O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile.
        Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have
        done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.

PRINCE HENRY    He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee,
        lend me thy sword.

FALSTAFF        Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st
        not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.

PRINCE HENRY    Give it to me: what, is it in the case?

FALSTAFF        Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city.

        [PRINCE HENRY draws it out, and finds it to be a
        bottle of sack]

PRINCE HENRY    What, is it a time to jest and dally now?

        [He throws the bottle at him. Exit]

FALSTAFF        Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do
        come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his
        willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like
        not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give me
        life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes
        unlooked for, and there's an end.

        [Exit FALSTAFF]




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT V



SCENE IV        Another part of the field.


        [Alarum. Excursions. Enter PRINCE HENRY, LORD JOHN
        OF LANCASTER, and EARL OF WESTMORELAND]

KING HENRY IV   I prithee,
        Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.
        Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.

LANCASTER       Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.

PRINCE HENRY    I beseech your majesty, make up,
        Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.

KING HENRY IV   I will do so.
        My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.

WESTMORELAND    Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent.

PRINCE HENRY    Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help:
        And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive
        The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
        Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,
        and rebels' arms triumph in massacres!

LANCASTER       We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmoreland,
        Our duty this way lies; for God's sake come.

        [Exeunt LANCASTER and WESTMORELAND]

PRINCE HENRY    By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;
        I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
        Before, I loved thee as a brother, John;
        But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

KING HENRY IV   I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point
        With lustier maintenance than I did look for
        Of such an ungrown warrior.

PRINCE HENRY    O, this boy
        Lends mettle to us all!

        [Exit]

        [Enter DOUGLAS]

EARL OF DOUGLAS Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads:
        I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
        That wear those colours on them: what art thou,
        That counterfeit'st the person of a king?

KING HENRY IV   The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart
        So many of his shadows thou hast met
        And not the very king. I have two boys
        Seek Percy and thyself about the field:
        But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,
        I will assay thee: so, defend thyself.

EARL OF DOUGLAS I fear thou art another counterfeit;
        And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:
        But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be,
        And thus I win thee.

        [They fight. KING HENRY being in danger, PRINCE
        HENRY enters]

PRINCE HENRY    Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like
        Never to hold it up again! the spirits
        Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms:
        It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee;
        Who never promiseth but he means to pay.

        [They fight: DOUGLAS flies]

        Cheerly, my lord        how fares your grace?
        Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent,
        And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton straight.

KING HENRY IV   Stay, and breathe awhile:
        Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion,
        And show'd thou makest some tender of my life,
        In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

PRINCE HENRY    O God! they did me too much injury
        That ever said I hearken'd for your death.
        If it were so, I might have let alone
        The insulting hand of Douglas over you,
        Which would have been as speedy in your end
        As all the poisonous potions in the world
        And saved the treacherous labour of your son.

KING HENRY IV   Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.

        [Exit]

        [Enter HOTSPUR]

HOTSPUR If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.

PRINCE HENRY    Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name.

HOTSPUR My name is Harry Percy.

PRINCE HENRY    Why, then I see
        A very valiant rebel of the name.
        I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
        To share with me in glory any more:
        Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;
        Nor can one England brook a double reign,
        Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.

HOTSPUR Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come
        To end the one of us; and would to God
        Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

PRINCE HENRY    I'll make it greater ere I part from thee;
        And all the budding honours on thy crest
        I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.

HOTSPUR I can no longer brook thy vanities.

        [They fight]

        [Enter FALSTAFF]

FALSTAFF        Well said, Hal! to it Hal! Nay, you shall find no
        boy's play here, I can tell you.

        [Re-enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF,
        who falls down as if he were dead, and exit
        DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded, and falls]

HOTSPUR O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth!
        I better brook the loss of brittle life
        Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;
        They wound my thoughts worse than sword my flesh:
        But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
        And time, that takes survey of all the world,
        Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,
        But that the earthy and cold hand of death
        Lies on my tongue: no, Percy, thou art dust
        And food for--

        [Dies]

PRINCE HENRY    For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart!
        Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
        When that this body did contain a spirit,
        A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
        But now two paces of the vilest earth
        Is room enough: this earth that bears thee dead
        Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
        If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
        I should not make so dear a show of zeal:
        But let my favours hide thy mangled face;
        And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
        For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
        Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
        Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
        But not remember'd in thy epitaph!

        [He spieth FALSTAFF on the ground]

        What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
        Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!
        I could have better spared a better man:
        O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
        If I were much in love with vanity!
        Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,
        Though many dearer, in this bloody fray.
        Embowell'd will I see thee by and by:
        Till then in blood by noble Percy lie.

        [Exit PRINCE HENRY]

FALSTAFF        [Rising up]  Embowelled! if thou embowel me to-day,
        I'll give you leave to powder me and eat me too
        to-morrow. 'Sblood,'twas time to counterfeit, or
        that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too.
        Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit: to die,
        is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the
        counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man:
        but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby
        liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and
        perfect image of life indeed. The better part of
        valour is discretion; in the which better part I
        have saved my life.'Zounds, I am afraid of this
        gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: how, if he
        should counterfeit too and rise? by my faith, I am
        afraid he would prove the better counterfeit.
        Therefore I'll make him sure; yea, and I'll swear I
        killed him. Why may not he rise as well as I?
        Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me.
        Therefore, sirrah,

        [Stabbing him]

        with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me.

        [Takes up HOTSPUR on his back]

        [Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER]

PRINCE HENRY    Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd
        Thy maiden sword.

LANCASTER                         But, soft! whom have we here?
        Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?

PRINCE HENRY    I did; I saw him dead,
        Breathless and bleeding on the ground. Art
        thou alive?
        Or is it fantasy that plays upon our eyesight?
        I prithee, speak; we will not trust our eyes
        Without our ears: thou art not what thou seem'st.

FALSTAFF        No, that's certain; I am not a double man: but if I
        be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy:

        [Throwing the body down]

        if your father will do me any honour, so; if not, let
        him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either
        earl or duke, I can assure you.

PRINCE HENRY    Why, Percy I killed myself and saw thee dead.

FALSTAFF        Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how this world is given to
        lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath;
        and so was he: but we rose both at an instant and
        fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be
        believed, so; if not, let them that should reward
        valour bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take
        it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the
        thigh: if the man were alive and would deny it,
        'zounds, I would make him eat a piece of my sword.

LANCASTER       This is the strangest tale that ever I heard.

PRINCE HENRY    This is the strangest fellow, brother John.
        Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
        For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
        I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.

        [A retreat is sounded]

        The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours.
        Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field,
        To see what friends are living, who are dead.

        [Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and LANCASTER]

FALSTAFF        I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that
        rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great,
        I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and
        live cleanly as a nobleman should do.

        [Exit]




        1 KING HENRY IV


ACT V



SCENE V Another part of the field.


        [The trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE
        HENRY, LORD JOHN LANCASTER, EARL OF WESTMORELAND,
        with WORCESTER and VERNON prisoners]

KING HENRY IV   Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.
        Ill-spirited Worcester! did not we send grace,
        Pardon and terms of love to all of you?
        And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary?
        Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
        Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
        A noble earl and many a creature else
        Had been alive this hour,
        If like a Christian thou hadst truly borne
        Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

EARL OF WORCESTER       What I have done my safety urged me to;
        And I embrace this fortune patiently,
        Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

KING HENRY IV   Bear Worcester to the death and Vernon too:
        Other offenders we will pause upon.

        [Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded]

        How goes the field?

PRINCE HENRY    The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw
        The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
        The noble Percy slain, and all his men
        Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest;
        And falling from a hill, he was so bruised
        That the pursuers took him. At my tent
        The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace
        I may dispose of him.

KING HENRY IV   With all my heart.


PRINCE HENRY    Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you
        This honourable bounty shall belong:
        Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
        Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free:
        His valour shown upon our crests to-day
        Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds
        Even in the bosom of our adversaries.

LANCASTER       I thank your grace for this high courtesy,
        Which I shall give away immediately.

KING HENRY IV   Then this remains, that we divide our power.
        You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland
        Towards York shall bend you with your dearest speed,
        To meet Northumberland and the prelate Scroop,
        Who, as we hear, are busily in arms:
        Myself and you, son Harry, will towards Wales,
        To fight with Glendower and the Earl of March.
        Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
        Meeting the cheque of such another day:
        And since this business so fair is done,
        Let us not leave till all our own be won.

        [Exeunt]