SCENE I. London. The palace.Enter KING HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, the EARL of WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and othersKING HENRY IVSo shaken as we are, so wan with care,WESTMORELAND
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.
My liege, this haste was hot in question,KING HENRY IV
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.
It seems then that the tidings of this broilWESTMORELAND
Brake off our business for the Holy Land.
This match'd with other did, my gracious lord;KING HENRY IV
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.
Here is a dear, a true industrious friend,WESTMORELAND
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?
In faith,KING HENRY IV
It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.
Yea, there thou makest me sad and makest me sinWESTMORELAND
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.
This is his uncle's teaching; this is Worcester,KING HENRY IV
Malevolent to you in all aspects;
Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up
The crest of youth against your dignity.
But I have sent for him to answer this;WESTMORELAND
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.
I will, my liege.
SCENE II. London. An apartment of the Prince's.Enter the PRINCE OF WALES and FALSTAFFFALSTAFFNow, Hal, what time of day is it, lad?PRINCE HENRY
Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sackFALSTAFF
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.
Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that takePRINCE HENRY
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,--
No, by my troth, not so much as will serve toPRINCE HENRY
prologue to an egg and butter.
Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly.FALSTAFF
Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let notPRINCE HENRY
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.
Thou sayest well, and it holds well too; for theFALSTAFF
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.
By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. And is not myPRINCE HENRY
hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?
As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle. AndFALSTAFF
is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance?
How now, how now, mad wag! what, in thy quips andPRINCE HENRY
thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a
Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern?FALSTAFF
Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many aPRINCE HENRY
time and oft.
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;FALSTAFF
and where it would not, I have used my credit.
Yea, and so used it that were it not here apparentPRINCE HENRY
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.
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 haveFALSTAFF
the hanging of the thieves and so become a rare hangman.
Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with myPRINCE HENRY
humour as well as waiting in the court, I can tell
For obtaining of suits?FALSTAFF
Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the hangmanPRINCE HENRY
hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as melancholy
as a gib cat or a lugged bear.
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 ofFALSTAFF
Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art indeedPRINCE HENRY
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.
Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in theFALSTAFF
streets, and no man regards it.
O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed ablePRINCE HENRY
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
Where shall we take a purse tomorrow, Jack?FALSTAFF
'Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an IPRINCE HENRY
do not, call me villain and baffle me.
I see a good amendment of life in thee; from prayingFALSTAFF
Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for aPRINCE HENRY
man to labour in his vocation.
Enter POINSPoins! 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.
Good morrow, Ned.POINS
Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse?PRINCE HENRY
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?
Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall havePOINS
his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of
proverbs: he will give the devil his due.
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 fourFALSTAFF
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.
Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go not,POINS
I'll hang you for going.
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 goodPRINCE HENRY
fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood
royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings.
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:FALSTAFF
I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure
that he shall go.
Well, God give thee the spirit of persuasion and himPRINCE HENRY
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.
Farewell, thou latter spring! farewell, All-hallown summer!POINS
Exit FalstaffNow, my good sweet honey lord, ride with usPRINCE HENRY
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.
How shall we part with them in setting forth?POINS
Why, we will set forth before or after them, andPRINCE HENRY
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.
Yea, but 'tis like that they will know us by ourPOINS
horses, by our habits and by every other
appointment, to be ourselves.
Tut! our horses they shall not see: I'll tie themPRINCE HENRY
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.
Yea, but I doubt they will be too hard for us.POINS
Well, for two of them, I know them to be asPRINCE HENRY
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.
Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all thingsPOINS
necessary and meet me to-morrow night in Eastcheap;
there I'll sup. Farewell.
Farewell, my lord.PRINCE HENRY
Exit PoinsI 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.
SCENE III. London. The palace.Enter the KING, NORTHUMBERLAND, WORCESTER, HOTSPUR, SIR WALTER BLUNT, with othersKING HENRY IVMy blood hath been too cold and temperate,EARL OF WORCESTER
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.
Our house, my sovereign liege, little deservesNORTHUMBERLAND
The scourge of greatness to be used on it;
And that same greatness too which our own hands
Have holp to make so portly.
My lord.--KING HENRY IV
Worcester, get thee gone; for I do seeNORTHUMBERLAND
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 WorcesterYou were about to speak.
To NorthYea, my good lord.HOTSPUR
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.
My liege, I did deny no prisoners.SIR WALTER BLUNT
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.
The circumstance consider'd, good my lord,KING HENRY IV
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.
Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners,HOTSPUR
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.
Revolted Mortimer!KING HENRY IV
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
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.
Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him;HOTSPUR
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 trainAn if the devil come and roar for them,NORTHUMBERLAND
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.
What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile:HOTSPUR
Here comes your uncle.
Re-enter WORCESTERSpeak of Mortimer!NORTHUMBERLAND
'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.
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;EARL OF WORCESTER
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.
I cannot blame him: was not he proclaim'dNORTHUMBERLAND
By Richard that dead is the next of blood?
He was; I heard the proclamation:EARL OF WORCESTER
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.
And for whose death we in the world's wide mouthHOTSPUR
Live scandalized and foully spoken of.
But soft, I pray you; did King Richard thenNORTHUMBERLAND
Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
Heir to the crown?
He did; myself did hear it.HOTSPUR
Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,EARL OF WORCESTER
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--
Peace, cousin, say no more:HOTSPUR
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.
If he fall in, good night! or sink or swim:NORTHUMBERLAND
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!
Imagination of some great exploitHOTSPUR
Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,EARL OF WORCESTER
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!
He apprehends a world of figures here,HOTSPUR
But not the form of what he should attend.
Good cousin, give me audience for a while.
I cry you mercy.EARL OF WORCESTER
Those same noble ScotsHOTSPUR
That are your prisoners,--
I'll keep them all;EARL OF WORCESTER
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.
You start awayHOTSPUR
And lend no ear unto my purposes.
Those prisoners you shall keep.
Nay, I will; that's flat:EARL OF WORCESTER
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!'
I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
Nothing but 'Mortimer,' and give it him
To keep his anger still in motion.
Hear you, cousin; a word.HOTSPUR
All studies here I solemnly defy,EARL OF WORCESTER
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.
Farewell, kinsman: I'll talk to youNORTHUMBERLAND
When you are better temper'd to attend.
Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient foolHOTSPUR
Art thou to break into this woman's mood,
Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!
Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourged with rods,NORTHUMBERLAND
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,--
When you and he came back from Ravenspurgh.
At Berkley castle.HOTSPUR
You say true:EARL OF WORCESTER
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.
Nay, if you have not, to it again;HOTSPUR
We will stay your leisure.
I have done, i' faith.EARL OF WORCESTER
Then once more to your Scottish prisoners.HOTSPUR
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 NorthumberlandYour son in Scotland being thus employ'd,
Shall secretly into the bosom creep
Of that same noble prelate, well beloved,
Of York, is it not?EARL OF WORCESTER
True; who bears hardHOTSPUR
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.
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;EARL OF WORCESTER
And then the power of Scotland and of York,
To join with Mortimer, ha?
And so they shall.HOTSPUR
In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.EARL OF WORCESTER
And 'tis no little reason bids us speed,HOTSPUR
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.
He does, he does: we'll be revenged on him.EARL OF WORCESTER
Cousin, farewell: no further go in thisNORTHUMBERLAND
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.
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!
SCENE I. Rochester. An inn yard.Enter a Carrier with a lantern in his handFirst CarrierHeigh-ho! an it be not four by the day, I'll beOstler
hanged: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and
yet our horse not packed. What, ostler!
[Within] Anon, anon.First Carrier
I prithee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocksSecond Carrier
in the point; poor jade, is wrung in the withers out
of all cess.
Enter another CarrierPeas and beans are as dank here as a dog, and thatFirst Carrier
is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this
house is turned upside down since Robin Ostler died.
Poor fellow, never joyed since the price of oatsSecond Carrier
rose; it was the death of him.
I think this be the most villanous house in allFirst Carrier
London road for fleas: I am stung like a tench.
Like a tench! by the mass, there is ne'er a kingSecond Carrier
christen could be better bit than I have been since
the first cock.
Why, they will allow us ne'er a jordan, and then weFirst Carrier
leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds
fleas like a loach.
What, ostler! come away and be hanged!Second Carrier
I have a gammon of bacon and two razors of ginger,First Carrier
to be delivered as far as Charing-cross.
God's body! the turkeys in my pannier are quiteGADSHILL
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 GADSHILLGood 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 geldingFirst Carrier
in the stable.
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, quothGADSHILL
he? marry, I'll see thee hanged first.
Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?Second Carrier
Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrantGADSHILL
thee. Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the
gentleman: they will along with company, for they
have great charge.
Exeunt carriersWhat, ho! chamberlain!Chamberlain
[Within] At hand, quoth pick-purse.GADSHILL
That's even as fair as--at hand, quoth theChamberlain
chamberlain; for thou variest no more from picking
of purses than giving direction doth from labouring;
thou layest the plot how.
Enter ChamberlainGood morrow, Master Gadshill. It holds current thatGADSHILL
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.
Sirrah, if they meet not with Saint Nicholas'Chamberlain
clerks, I'll give thee this neck.
No, I'll none of it: I pray thee keep that for theGADSHILL
hangman; for I know thou worshippest St. Nicholas
as truly as a man of falsehood may.
What talkest thou to me of the hangman? if I hang,Chamberlain
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.
What, the commonwealth their boots? will she holdGADSHILL
out water in foul way?
She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. WeChamberlain
steal as in a castle, cocksure; we have the receipt
of fern-seed, we walk invisible.
Nay, by my faith, I think you are more beholding toGADSHILL
the night than to fern-seed for your walking invisible.
Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in ourChamberlain
purchase, as I am a true man.
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.
SCENE II. The highway, near Gadshill.Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINSPOINSCome, shelter, shelter: I have removed Falstaff'sPRINCE HENRY
horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet.
Enter FALSTAFFPoins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins!PRINCE HENRY
Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! what a brawling dostFALSTAFF
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: thePRINCE HENRY
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 whistleWhew! A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you
rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged!
Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear closeFALSTAFF
to the ground and list if thou canst hear the tread
Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down?PRINCE HENRY
'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?
Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.FALSTAFF
I prithee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse,PRINCE HENRY
good king's son.
Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler?FALSTAFF
Go, hang thyself in thine own heir-apparentGADSHILL
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 PETOStand.FALSTAFF
So I do, against my will.POINS
O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. Bardolph,BARDOLPH
Case ye, case ye; on with your vizards: there 'sFALSTAFF
money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going
to the king's exchequer.
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;PETO
Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape
from your encounter, then they light on us.
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;PRINCE HENRY
but yet no coward, Hal.
Well, we leave that to the proof.POINS
Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge:FALSTAFF
when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him.
Farewell, and stand fast.
Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.PRINCE HENRY
Ned, where are our disguises?POINS
Here, hard by: stand close.FALSTAFF
Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and POINSNow, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I:First Traveller
every man to his business.
Enter the TravellersCome, neighbour: the boy shall lead our horses downThieves
the hill; we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease our legs.
Jesus bless us!FALSTAFF
Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats:Travellers
ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they
hate us youth: down with them: fleece them.
O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever!FALSTAFF
Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone? No, yePRINCE HENRY
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 POINSThe thieves have bound the true men. Now could thouPOINS
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.
Stand close; I hear them coming.FALSTAFF
Enter the Thieves againCome, my masters, let us share, and then to horsePRINCE HENRY
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.
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 themGot with much ease. Now merrily to horse:POINS
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.
How the rogue roar'd!
SCENE III. Warkworth castleEnter HOTSPUR, solus, reading a letterHOTSPUR'But for mine own part, my lord, I could be wellLADY PERCY
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
Enter LADY PERCYHow now, Kate! I must leave you within these two hours.
O, my good lord, why are you thus alone?HOTSPUR
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.
Enter ServantIs Gilliams with the packet gone?
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.LADY PERCY
Well, I will back him straight: O esperance!
Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.
Exit ServantBut 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!HOTSPUR
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,--
So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.LADY PERCY
Come, come, you paraquito, answer meHOTSPUR
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.
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?
Do you not love me? do you not, indeed?HOTSPUR
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.
Come, wilt thou see me ride?LADY PERCY
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.
How! so far?HOTSPUR
Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate:LADY PERCY
Whither I go, thither shall you go too;
To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.
Will this content you, Kate?
It must of force.
SCENE IV. The Boar's-Head Tavern, Eastcheap.Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINSPRINCE HENRYNed, prithee, come out of that fat room, and lend mePOINS
thy hand to laugh a little.
Where hast been, Hal?PRINCE HENRY
With three or four loggerheads amongst three or fourPOINS
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.
Thou art perfect.POINS
Enter FRANCISAnon, 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
Anon, anon, sir.PRINCE HENRY
Five year! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinkingFRANCIS
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?
O Lord, sir, I'll be sworn upon all the books inPOINS
England, I could find in my heart.
Anon, sir.PRINCE HENRY
How old art thou, Francis?FRANCIS
Let me see--about Michaelmas next I shall be--POINS
Anon, sir. Pray stay a little, my lord.PRINCE HENRY
Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar thouFRANCIS
gavest me,'twas a pennyworth, wast't not?
O Lord, I would it had been two!PRINCE HENRY
I will give thee for it a thousand pound: ask mePOINS
when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it.
Anon, anon.PRINCE HENRY
Anon, Francis? No, Francis; but to-morrow, Francis;FRANCIS
or, Francis, o' Thursday; or indeed, Francis, when
thou wilt. But, Francis!
My lord?PRINCE HENRY
Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crystal-button,FRANCIS
not-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter,
O Lord, sir, who do you mean?PRINCE HENRY
Why, then, your brown bastard is your only drink;FRANCIS
for look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet
will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much.
[Within] Francis!PRINCE HENRY
Away, you rogue! dost thou not hear them call?Vintner
Here they both call him; the drawer stands amazed, not knowing which way to go
Enter VintnerWhat, standest thou still, and hearest such aPRINCE HENRY
calling? Look to the guests within.
Exit FrancisMy lord, old Sir John, with half-a-dozen more, are
at the door: shall I let them in?
Let them alone awhile, and then open the door.POINS
Re-enter POINSAnon, anon, sir.PRINCE HENRY
Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are atPOINS
the door: shall we be merry?
As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark ye; whatPRINCE HENRY
cunning match have you made with this jest of the
drawer? come, what's the issue?
I am now of all humours that have showed themselvesFRANCIS
humours since the old days of goodman Adam to the
pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.
Re-enter FRANCISWhat's o'clock, Francis?
Anon, anon, sir.PRINCE HENRY
ExitThat ever this fellow should have fewer words than aPOINS
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 wineWelcome, Jack: where hast thou been?FALSTAFF
A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too!PRINCE HENRY
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 drinksDidst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter?FALSTAFF
pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the sweet tale
of the sun's! if thou didst, then behold that compound.
You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: there isPRINCE HENRY
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.
How now, wool-sack! what mutter you?FALSTAFF
A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thyPRINCE HENRY
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!
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 theFALSTAFF
Lord, I'll stab thee.
I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere I callPRINCE HENRY
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
O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thouFALSTAFF
All's one for that.PRINCE HENRY
He drinksA plague of all cowards, still say I.
What's the matter?FALSTAFF
What's the matter! there be four of us here havePRINCE HENRY
ta'en a thousand pound this day morning.
Where is it, Jack? where is it?FALSTAFF
Where is it! taken from us it is: a hundred uponPRINCE HENRY
poor four of us.
What, a hundred, man?FALSTAFF
I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with aPRINCE HENRY
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.
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 IGADSHILL
am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.
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 foughtPRINCE HENRY
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.
Pray God you have not murdered some of them.FALSTAFF
Nay, that's past praying for: I have peppered twoPRINCE HENRY
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--
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 atPRINCE HENRY
me. I made me no more ado but took all their seven
points in my target, thus.
Seven? why, there were but four even now.FALSTAFF
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 ninePRINCE HENRY
in buckram that I told thee of--
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,PRINCE HENRY
came in foot and hand; and with a thought seven of
the eleven I paid.
O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!FALSTAFF
But, as the devil would have it, three misbegottenPRINCE HENRY
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.
These lies are like their father that begets them;FALSTAFF
gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, thou
clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou
whoreson, obscene, grease tallow-catch,--
What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truthPRINCE HENRY
Why, how couldst thou know these men in KendalPOINS
green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy
hand? come, tell us your reason: what sayest thou to this?
Come, your reason, Jack, your reason.FALSTAFF
What, upon compulsion? 'Zounds, an I were at thePRINCE HENRY
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
I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguineFALSTAFF
coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker,
this huge hill of flesh,--
'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you driedPRINCE HENRY
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
Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again: andPOINS
when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons,
hear me speak but this.
Mark, Jack.PRINCE HENRY
We two saw you four set on four and bound them, andPOINS
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
Come, let's hear, Jack; what trick hast thou now?FALSTAFF
By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye.PRINCE HENRY
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?
Content; and the argument shall be thy running away.FALSTAFF
Ah, no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!Hostess
Enter HostessO Jesu, my lord the prince!PRINCE HENRY
How now, my lady the hostess! what sayest thou toHostess
Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court atPRINCE HENRY
door would speak with you: he says he comes from
Give him as much as will make him a royal man, andFALSTAFF
send him back again to my mother.
What manner of man is he?Hostess
An old man.FALSTAFF
What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? ShallPRINCE HENRY
I give him his answer?
Prithee, do, Jack.FALSTAFF
'Faith, and I'll send him packing.PRINCE HENRY
Exit FALSTAFFNow, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair; so did you,BARDOLPH
Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you
ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true
prince; no, fie!
'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.PRINCE HENRY
'Faith, tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff'sPETO
sword so hacked?
Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he wouldBARDOLPH
swear truth out of England but he would make you
believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like.
Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass toPRINCE HENRY
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.
O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen yearsBARDOLPH
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?
My lord, do you see these meteors? do you beholdPRINCE HENRY
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.FALSTAFF
Re-enter FALSTAFFHere 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?
My own knee! when I was about thy years, Hal, I wasPOINS
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?
Owen, Owen, the same; and his son-in-law Mortimer,PRINCE HENRY
and old Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of
Scots, Douglas, that runs o' horseback up a hill
He that rides at high speed and with his pistolFALSTAFF
kills a sparrow flying.
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 soFALSTAFF
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,PRINCE HENRY
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.
Why, then, it is like, if there come a hot June andFALSTAFF
this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads
as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds.
By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like wePRINCE HENRY
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
Not a whit, i' faith; I lack some of thy instinct.FALSTAFF
Well, thou wert be horribly chid tomorrow when thouPRINCE HENRY
comest to thy father: if thou love me, practise an answer.
Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon theFALSTAFF
particulars of my life.
Shall I? content: this chair shall be my state,PRINCE HENRY
this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my crown.
Thy state is taken for a joined-stool, thy goldenFALSTAFF
sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich
crown for a pitiful bald crown!
Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee,PRINCE HENRY
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.
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;Hostess
For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes.
O Jesu, he doth it as like one of these harlotryFALSTAFF
players as ever I see!
Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle-brain.PRINCE HENRY
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.
What manner of man, an it like your majesty?FALSTAFF
A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of aPRINCE HENRY
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?
Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me,FALSTAFF
and I'll play my father.
Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, soPRINCE HENRY
majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by
the heels for a rabbit-sucker or a poulter's hare.
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 ticklePRINCE HENRY
ye for a young prince, i' faith.
Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er lookFALSTAFF
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?
I would your grace would take me with you: whomPRINCE HENRY
means your grace?
That villanous abominable misleader of youth,FALSTAFF
Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan.
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,PRINCE HENRY
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.
I do, I will.BARDOLPH
A knocking heard
Exeunt Hostess, FRANCIS, and BARDOLPH
Re-enter BARDOLPH, runningO, my lord, my lord! the sheriff with a mostFALSTAFF
monstrous watch is at the door.
Out, ye rogue! Play out the play: I have much toHostess
say in the behalf of that Falstaff.
Re-enter the HostessO Jesu, my lord, my lord!PRINCE HENRY
Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick:Hostess
what's the matter?
The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: theyFALSTAFF
are come to search the house. Shall I let them in?
Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece ofPRINCE HENRY
gold a counterfeit: thou art essentially mad,
without seeming so.
And thou a natural coward, without instinct.FALSTAFF
I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff,PRINCE HENRY
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.
Go, hide thee behind the arras: the rest walk upFALSTAFF
above. Now, my masters, for a true face and good
Both which I have had: but their date is out, andPRINCE HENRY
therefore I'll hide me.
Call in the sheriff.Sheriff
Exeunt all except PRINCE HENRY and PETO
Enter Sheriff and the CarrierNow, master sheriff, what is your will with me?
First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cryPRINCE HENRY
Hath follow'd certain men unto this house.
One of them is well known, my gracious lord,Carrier
A gross fat man.
As fat as butter.PRINCE HENRY
The man, I do assure you, is not here;Sheriff
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.
I will, my lord. There are two gentlemenPRINCE HENRY
Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks.
It may be so: if he have robb'd these men,Sheriff
He shall be answerable; and so farewell.
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.PRINCE HENRY
Exeunt Sheriff and CarrierThis oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go,PETO
call him forth.
Falstaff!--Fast asleep behind the arras, andPRINCE HENRY
snorting like a horse.
Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets.PETO
He searcheth his pockets, and findeth certain papersWhat hast thou found?
Nothing but papers, my lord.PRINCE HENRY
Let's see what they be: read them.PETO
[Reads] Item, A capon,. . 2s. 2d.PRINCE HENRY
Item, Sauce,. . . 4d.
Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.
Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d.
Item, Bread, ob.
O monstrous! but one half-penny-worth of bread toPETO
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.
ExeuntGood morrow, good my lord.
SCENE I. Bangor. The Archdeacon's house.Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and GLENDOWERMORTIMERThese promises are fair, the parties sure,HOTSPUR
And our induction full of prosperous hope.
Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower,GLENDOWER
Will you sit down?
And uncle Worcester: a plague upon it!
I have forgot the map.
No, here it is.HOTSPUR
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.
And you in hell, as oft as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of.GLENDOWER
I cannot blame him: at my nativityHOTSPUR
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.
Why, so it would have done at the same season, ifGLENDOWER
your mother's cat had but kittened, though yourself
had never been born.
I say the earth did shake when I was born.HOTSPUR
And I say the earth was not of my mind,GLENDOWER
If you suppose as fearing you it shook.
The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.HOTSPUR
O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,GLENDOWER
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.
Cousin, of many menHOTSPUR
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.
I think there's no man speaks better Welsh.MORTIMER
I'll to dinner.
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;GLENDOWER
But will they come when you do call for them?
Why, I can teach you, cousin, to commandHOTSPUR
And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devilMORTIMER
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!
Come, come, no more of this unprofitable chat.GLENDOWER
Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made headHOTSPUR
Against my power; thrice from the banks of Wye
And sandy-bottom'd Severn have I sent him
Bootless home and weather-beaten back.
Home without boots, and in foul weather too!GLENDOWER
How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?
Come, here's the map: shall we divide our rightMORTIMER
According to our threefold order ta'en?
The archdeacon hath divided itGLENDOWER
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.
A shorter time shall send me to you, lords:HOTSPUR
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.
Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here,GLENDOWER
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.
Not wind? it shall, it must; you see it doth.MORTIMER
Yea, butEARL OF WORCESTER
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.
Yea, but a little charge will trench him hereHOTSPUR
And on this north side win this cape of land;
And then he runs straight and even.
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;HOTSPUR
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.
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.
Come, you shall have Trent turn'd.HOTSPUR
I do not care: I'll give thrice so much landGLENDOWER
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?
The moon shines fair; you may away by night:MORTIMER
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 GLENDOWERFie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father!HOTSPUR
I cannot choose: sometime he angers meMORTIMER
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.
In faith, he is a worthy gentleman,EARL OF WORCESTER
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.
In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame;HOTSPUR
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.
Well, I am school'd: good manners be your speed!MORTIMER
Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.
Re-enter GLENDOWER with the ladiesThis is the deadly spite that angers me;GLENDOWER
My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh.
My daughter weeps: she will not part with you;MORTIMER
She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.
Good father, tell her that she and my aunt PercyGLENDOWER
Shall follow in your conduct speedily.
Glendower speaks to her in Welsh, and she answers him in the sameShe is desperate here; a peevish self-wind harlotry,MORTIMER
one that no persuasion can do good upon.
The lady speaks in WelshI understand thy looks: that pretty WelshGLENDOWER
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 WelshI 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.
Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.MORTIMER
The lady speaks again in WelshO, I am ignorance itself in this!GLENDOWER
She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you downMORTIMER
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.
With all my heart I'll sit and hear her sing:GLENDOWER
By that time will our book, I think, be drawn
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.
Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come,LADY PERCY
quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.
Go, ye giddy goose.HOTSPUR
The music playsNow I perceive the devil understands Welsh;LADY PERCY
And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous.
By'r lady, he is a good musician.
Then should you be nothing but musical for you areHOTSPUR
altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief,
and hear the lady sing in Welsh.
I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.LADY PERCY
Wouldst thou have thy head broken?HOTSPUR
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
Peace! she sings.HOTSPUR
Here the lady sings a Welsh songCome, Kate, I'll have your song too.LADY PERCY
Not mine, in good sooth.HOTSPUR
Not yours, in good sooth! Heart! you swear like aLADY PERCY
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.
I will not sing.HOTSPUR
'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breastGLENDOWER
teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away
within these two hours; and so, come in when ye will.
ExitCome, come, Lord Mortimer; you are as slowMORTIMER
As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go.
By this our book is drawn; we'll but seal,
And then to horse immediately.
With all my heart.
SCENE II. London. The palace.Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE HENRY, and othersKING HENRY IVLords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and IPRINCE HENRY
Must have some private conference; but be near at hand,
For we shall presently have need of you.
Exeunt LordsI 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?
So please your majesty, I would I couldKING HENRY IV
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.
God pardon thee! yet let me wonder, Harry,PRINCE HENRY
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.
I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord,KING HENRY IV
Be more myself.
For all the worldPRINCE HENRY
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.
Do not think so; you shall not find it so:KING HENRY IV
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.
A hundred thousand rebels die in this:SIR WALTER BLUNT
Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust herein.
Enter BLUNTHow now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed.
So hath the business that I come to speak of.KING HENRY IV
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.
The Earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day;Scene III
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.
ExeuntEastcheap. The Boar's-Head Tavern.FALSTAFF
Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPHBardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this lastBARDOLPH
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.
Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long.FALSTAFF
Why, there is it: come sing me a bawdy song; makeBARDOLPH
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.
Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you must needsFALSTAFF
be out of all compass, out of all reasonable
compass, Sir John.
Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life:BARDOLPH
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.
Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm.FALSTAFF
No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it as manyBARDOLPH
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
'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly!FALSTAFF
God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burned.Hostess
Enter HostessHow now, Dame Partlet the hen! have you inquired
yet who picked my pocket?
Why, Sir John, what do you think, Sir John? do youFALSTAFF
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.
Ye lie, hostess: Bardolph was shaved and lost manyHostess
a hair; and I'll be sworn my pocket was picked. Go
to, you are a woman, go.
Who, I? no; I defy thee: God's light, I was neverFALSTAFF
called so in mine own house before.
Go to, I know you well enough.Hostess
No, Sir John; You do not know me, Sir John. I knowFALSTAFF
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.
Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away toHostess
bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them.
Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eightFALSTAFF
shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, Sir
John, for your diet and by-drinkings, and money lent
you, four and twenty pound.
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?Hostess
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.
O Jesu, I have heard the prince tell him, I know notFALSTAFF
how oft, that ring was copper!
How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup: 'sblood, anBARDOLPH
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 lifeHow now, lad! is the wind in that door, i' faith?
must we all march?
Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.Hostess
My lord, I pray you, hear me.PRINCE HENRY
What sayest thou, Mistress Quickly? How doth thyHostess
husband? I love him well; he is an honest man.
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 arrasPRINCE HENRY
and had my pocket picked: this house is turned
bawdy-house; they pick pockets.
What didst thou lose, Jack?FALSTAFF
Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds ofPRINCE HENRY
forty pound apiece, and a seal-ring of my
A trifle, some eight-penny matter.Hostess
So I told him, my lord; and I said I heard yourPRINCE HENRY
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.
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 stewedHostess
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,
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 thouFALSTAFF
shouldst know it; I am an honest man's wife: and,
setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to
call me so.
Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to sayHostess
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 notHostess
where to have her.
Thou art an unjust man in saying so: thou or anyPRINCE HENRY
man knows where to have me, thou knave, thou!
Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly.Hostess
So he doth you, my lord; and said this other day youPRINCE HENRY
ought him a thousand pound.
Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?FALSTAFF
A thousand pound, Ha! a million: thy love is worthHostess
a million: thou owest me thy love.
Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said he wouldFALSTAFF
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:PRINCE HENRY
but as thou art prince, I fear thee as I fear the
roaring of a lion's whelp.
And why not as the lion?FALSTAFF
The king is to be feared as the lion: dost thouPRINCE HENRY
think I'll fear thee as I fear thy father? nay, an
I do, I pray God my girdle break.
O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about thyFALSTAFF
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?
Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest in the state ofPRINCE HENRY
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?
It appears so by the story.FALSTAFF
Hostess, I forgive thee: go, make ready breakfast;PRINCE HENRY
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 HostessNow Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery,
lad, how is that answered?
O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel toFALSTAFF
thee: the money is paid back again.
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, andBARDOLPH
do it with unwashed hands too.
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 findPRINCE HENRY
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.
My lord?PRINCE HENRY
Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster, to myFALSTAFF
brother John; this to my Lord of Westmoreland.
Exit BardolphGo, Peto, to horse, to horse; for thou and I have
thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.
Exit PetoJack, 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 HENRYRare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come!
O, I could wish this tavern were my drum!
SCENE I. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, and DOUGLASHOTSPURWell said, my noble Scot: if speaking truthEARL OF DOUGLAS
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.
Thou art the king of honour:HOTSPUR
No man so potent breathes upon the ground
But I will beard him.
Do so, and 'tis well.Messenger
Enter a Messenger with lettersWhat letters hast thou there?--I can but thank you.
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 sickMessenger
In such a rustling time? Who leads his power?
Under whose government come they along?
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;EARL OF WORCESTER
And at the time of my departure thence
He was much fear'd by his physicians.
I would the state of time had first been wholeHOTSPUR
Ere he by sickness had been visited:
His health was never better worth than now.
Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infectEARL OF WORCESTER
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?
Your father's sickness is a maim to us.HOTSPUR
A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off:EARL OF DOUGLAS
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.
'Faith, and so we should;HOTSPUR
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.
A rendezvous, a home to fly unto.EARL OF WORCESTER
If that the devil and mischance look big
Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.
But yet I would your father had been here.HOTSPUR
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.
You strain too far.EARL OF DOUGLAS
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.
As heart can think: there is not such a wordHOTSPUR
Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear.
Enter SIR RICHARD VERNONMy cousin Vernon, welcome, by my soul.VERNON
Pray God my news be worth a welcome, lord.HOTSPUR
The Earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong,
Is marching hitherwards; with him Prince John.
No harm: what more?VERNON
And further, I have learn'd,HOTSPUR
The king himself in person is set forth,
Or hitherwards intended speedily,
With strong and mighty preparation.
He shall be welcome too. Where is his son,VERNON
The nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales,
And his comrades, that daff'd the world aside,
And bid it pass?
All furnish'd, all in arms;HOTSPUR
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.
No more, no more: worse than the sun in March,VERNON
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!
There is more news:EARL OF DOUGLAS
I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,
He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.
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:EARL OF DOUGLAS
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.
Talk not of dying: I am out of fear
Of death or death's hand for this one-half year.
SCENE II. A public road near Coventry.Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPHFALSTAFFBardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me aBARDOLPH
bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march through;
we'll to Sutton Co'fil' tonight.
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 makeBARDOLPH
twenty, take them all; I'll answer the coinage. Bid
my lieutenant Peto meet me at town's end.
I will, captain: farewell.FALSTAFF
ExitIf I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a sousedPRINCE HENRY
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 WESTMORELANDHow now, blown Jack! how now, quilt!FALSTAFF
What, Hal! how now, mad wag! what a devil dost thouWESTMORELAND
in Warwickshire? My good Lord of Westmoreland, I
cry you mercy: I thought your honour had already been
Faith, Sir John,'tis more than time that I wereFALSTAFF
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.
Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat toPRINCE HENRY
I think, to steal cream indeed, for thy theft hathFALSTAFF
already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, whose
fellows are these that come after?
Mine, Hal, mine.PRINCE HENRY
I did never see such pitiful rascals.FALSTAFF
Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, foodWESTMORELAND
for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better:
tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poorFALSTAFF
and bare, too beggarly.
'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they hadPRINCE HENRY
that; and for their bareness, I am sure they never
learned that of me.
No I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers onFALSTAFF
the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste: Percy is
already in the field.
What, is the king encamped?WESTMORELAND
He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long.FALSTAFF
To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast
Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.
SCENE III. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, DOUGLAS, and VERNONHOTSPURWe'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:VERNON
You speak it out of fear and cold heart.
Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life,EARL OF DOUGLAS
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.
Yea, or to-night.VERNON
To-night, say I.VERNON
Come, come it nay not be. I wonder much,HOTSPUR
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.
So are the horses of the enemyEARL OF WORCESTER
In general, journey-bated and brought low:
The better part of ours are full of rest.
The number of the king exceedeth ours:SIR WALTER BLUNT
For God's sake. cousin, stay till all come in.
The trumpet sounds a parley
Enter SIR WALTER BLUNTI come with gracious offers from the king,HOTSPUR
if you vouchsafe me hearing and respect.
Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; and would to GodSIR WALTER BLUNT
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.
And God defend but still I should stand so,HOTSPUR
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.
The king is kind; and well we know the kingSIR WALTER BLUNT
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.
Tut, I came not to hear this.HOTSPUR
Then to the point.SIR WALTER BLUNT
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.
Shall I return this answer to the king?HOTSPUR
Not so, Sir Walter: we'll withdraw awhile.SIR WALTER BLUNT
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.
I would you would accept of grace and love.HOTSPUR
And may be so we shall.SIR WALTER BLUNT
Pray God you do.
SCENE IV. York. The ARCHBISHOP'S palace.Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK and SIR MICHAELARCHBISHOP OF YORKHie, good Sir Michael; bear this sealed briefSIR MICHAEL
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.
My good lord,ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
I guess their tenor.
Like enough you do.SIR MICHAEL
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.
Why, my good lord, you need not fear;ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
There is Douglas and Lord Mortimer.
No, Mortimer is not there.SIR MICHAEL
But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy,ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
And there is my Lord of Worcester and a head
Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.
And so there is: but yet the king hath drawnSIR MICHAEL
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.
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.
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 FALSTAFFKING HENRY IVHow bloodily the sun begins to peerPRINCE HENRY
Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale
At his distemperature.
The southern windKING HENRY IV
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
And by his hollow whistling in the leaves
Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.
Then with the losers let it sympathize,EARL OF WORCESTER
For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
The trumpet sounds
Enter WORCESTER and VERNONHow 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?
Hear me, my liege:KING HENRY IV
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.
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 looksKING HENRY IV
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.
These things indeed you have articulate,PRINCE HENRY
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.
In both your armies there is many a soulKING HENRY IV
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.
And, Prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee,PRINCE HENRY
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 VERNONIt will not be accepted, on my life:KING HENRY IV
The Douglas and the Hotspur both together
Are confident against the world in arms.
Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge;FALSTAFF
For, on their answer, will we set on them:
And God befriend us, as our cause is just!
Exeunt all but PRINCE HENRY and FALSTAFFHal, if thou see me down in the battle and bestridePRINCE HENRY
me, so; 'tis a point of friendship.
Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship.FALSTAFF
Say thy prayers, and farewell.
I would 'twere bed-time, Hal, and all well.PRINCE HENRY
Why, thou owest God a death.FALSTAFF
Exit PRINCE HENRY'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.
SCENE II. The rebel camp.Enter WORCESTER and VERNONEARL OF WORCESTERO, no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard,VERNON
The liberal and kind offer of the king.
'Twere best he did.EARL OF WORCESTER
Then are we all undone.VERNON
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.
Deliver what you will; I'll say 'tis so.HOTSPUR
Here comes your cousin.
Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLASMy uncle is return'd:EARL OF WORCESTER
Deliver up my Lord of Westmoreland.
Uncle, what news?
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.EARL OF WORCESTER
ExitThere is no seeming mercy in the king.HOTSPUR
Did you beg any? God forbid!EARL OF WORCESTER
I told him gently of our grievances,EARL OF DOUGLAS
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 DOUGLASArm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrownEARL OF WORCESTER
A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,
And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it;
Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.
The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king,HOTSPUR
And, nephew, challenged you to single fight.
O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,VERNON
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?
No, by my soul; I never in my lifeHOTSPUR
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.
Cousin, I think thou art enamouredMessenger
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 MessengerMy lord, here are letters for you.HOTSPUR
I cannot read them now.Messenger
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 MessengerMy 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
SCENE III. Plain between the camps.KING HENRY enters with his power. Alarum to the battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and SIR WALTER BLUNTSIR WALTER BLUNTWhat is thy name, that in the battle thusEARL OF DOUGLAS
Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
Upon my head?
Know then, my name is Douglas;SIR WALTER BLUNT
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus
Because some tell me that thou art a king.
They tell thee true.EARL OF DOUGLAS
The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath boughtSIR WALTER BLUNT
Thy likeness, for instead of thee, King Harry,
This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;HOTSPUR
And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
Lord Stafford's death.
They fight. DOUGLAS kills SIR WALTER BLUNT. Enter HOTSPURO Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,EARL OF DOUGLAS
never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.HOTSPUR
Where?EARL OF DOUGLAS
This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well:EARL OF DOUGLAS
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!HOTSPUR
A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear:
Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
The king hath many marching in his coats.EARL OF DOUGLAS
Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;HOTSPUR
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Until I meet the king.
Up, and away!FALSTAFF
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
Alarum. Enter FALSTAFF, solusThough I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fearPRINCE HENRY
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 HENRYWhat, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword:FALSTAFF
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee,
lend me thy sword.
O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile.PRINCE HENRY
Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have
done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.
He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee,FALSTAFF
lend me thy sword.
Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'stPRINCE HENRY
not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
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
PRINCE HENRY draws it out, and finds it to be a bottle of sackWhat, is it a time to jest and dally now?FALSTAFF
He throws the bottle at him. ExitWell, 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.
SCENE IV. Another part of the field.Alarum. Excursions. Enter PRINCE HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, and EARL OF WESTMORELANDKING HENRY IVI prithee,LANCASTER
Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.PRINCE HENRY
I beseech your majesty, make up,KING HENRY IV
Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
I will do so.WESTMORELAND
My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.
Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent.PRINCE HENRY
Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help:LANCASTER
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!
We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmoreland,PRINCE HENRY
Our duty this way lies; for God's sake come.
Exeunt LANCASTER and WESTMORELANDBy God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;KING HENRY IV
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.
I saw him hold Lord Percy at the pointPRINCE HENRY
With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.
O, this boyEARL OF DOUGLAS
Lends mettle to us all!
Enter DOUGLASAnother king! they grow like Hydra's heads:KING HENRY IV
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?
The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heartEARL OF DOUGLAS
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.
I fear thou art another counterfeit;PRINCE HENRY
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 entersHold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art likeKING HENRY IV
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 fliesCheerly, my lord how fares your grace?
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent,
And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton straight.
Stay, and breathe awhile:PRINCE HENRY
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.
O God! they did me too much injuryKING HENRY IV
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.
Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.HOTSPUR
Enter HOTSPURIf 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 seeHOTSPUR
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.
Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is comePRINCE HENRY
To end the one of us; and would to God
Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!
I'll make it greater ere I part from thee;HOTSPUR
And all the budding honours on thy crest
I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.
I can no longer brook thy vanities.FALSTAFF
Enter FALSTAFFWell said, Hal! to it Hal! Nay, you shall find noHOTSPUR
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 fallsO, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth!PRINCE HENRY
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--
DiesFor worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart!FALSTAFF
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 groundWhat, 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[Rising up] Embowelled! if thou embowel me to-day,PRINCE HENRY
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.
Stabbing himwith 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 LANCASTERCome, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'dLANCASTER
Thy maiden sword.
But, soft! whom have we here?PRINCE HENRY
Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?
I did; I saw him dead,FALSTAFF
Breathless and bleeding on the ground. Art
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.
No, that's certain; I am not a double man: but if IPRINCE HENRY
be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy:
Throwing the body downif 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.
Why, Percy I killed myself and saw thee dead.FALSTAFF
Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how this world is given toLANCASTER
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.
This is the strangest tale that ever I heard.PRINCE HENRY
This is the strangest fellow, brother John.FALSTAFF
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 soundedThe 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 LANCASTERI'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.
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 prisonersKING HENRY IVThus ever did rebellion find rebuke.EARL OF WORCESTER
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.
What I have done my safety urged me to;KING HENRY IV
And I embrace this fortune patiently,
Since not to be avoided it falls on me.
Bear Worcester to the death and Vernon too:PRINCE HENRY
Other offenders we will pause upon.
Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guardedHow goes the field?
The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he sawKING HENRY IV
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.
With all my heart.PRINCE HENRY
Then, brother John of Lancaster, to youLANCASTER
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.
I thank your grace for this high courtesy,KING HENRY IV
Which I shall give away immediately.
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.
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