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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 bruis'd
That the pursuers took him. At my tent
The Douglas is; and I beseech your Grace
I may dispose of him.
King.

With all my heart.
Prince. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to

you
This honourable bounty shall belong.
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free.
His valours shown upon our crests to-day
Have taught us how to cherish such high

deeds
Even in the bosom of our adversaries.

Lan. I thank your Grace for this high cour

tesy, Which I shall give away immediately. King. 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 check 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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THE SECOND PART OF HENRY THE FOURTH

(DRAMATIS PERSONÆ) RUMOUR, the Presenter.

[SIR JOHN] FALSTAFF, KING HENRY IV.

His PAGE, HENRY, PRINCE (or WALES), afterwards crowned King

Poins,

irregular Humourists. Henry V.

BARDOLPH, PRINCE JOHN OF LANCASTER,

sons to Henry PISTOL (PRINCE] HUMPHREY OF GLOUCES- IV and breth- Pвто, , TER,

ren to Henry SHALLOW, THOMAS (DUKE) or CLARENCE,

V.

SILENCE,

both country Justices.

} (EARL OF] NORTHUMBERLAND,

Davy, servant to Shallow.
SCROOP,) archbishop of York,

FANG and SNARE, two Sergeants.
MOWBRAY,

MOULDY
LORD HASTINGS,

opposites against

SHADOW,
LORD BARDOLPH,
King Henry IV.

country soldiers. TRAVERS, retainers of North

FEEBLE, MORTOR, 1 umberland,

BULLCALF, (SIR JOHN) COLVILLE, EARL OF WARWICK,

LADY NORTHUMBERLAND. EARL OF WESTMORELAND,

LADY PERCY. EARL OF SURREY, of the King's Party.

QUICKLY, hostess (of a tavern in Eastcheap).
GOWER,

DOLL TEARSHEET.
HARCOURT,
LORD CHIEF JUSTICE,
(Lords and attendants; Porter) Drawers, Beadles, Grooms (Servants, etc. A Dancer as) Epilogue.

[SCENE : England.)

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INDUCTION
(Warkworth. Before the castle.)
Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues.
Rum. Open your ears; for which of you will

stop
The vent of hearing when loud Rumour

speaks?
I, from the orient to the drooping west,
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
The acts commenced on this ball of earth.
Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
The which in every language I pronounce,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

I speak of peace, while covert enmity
Under the smile of safety wounds the world ; *
And who but Rumour, who but only I,
Make fearful musters and prepar'd defence,
Whiles the big year, swoln with some other

grief,
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures,
And of so easy and so plain a stop
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still-discordant wav'ring multitude,
Can play upon it. But what need I thus
My well-known body to anatomize
Among my household ? Why is Rumour here?

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I run before King Harry's victory,
Who in a bloody field by Shrewsbury
Hath beaten down young Hotspur and his

troops,
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I
To speak so true at first? My office is
To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth fell
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword,
And that the King before the Douglas' rage
Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.
This have I rumour'd through the peasant

towns Between that royal field of Shrewsbury And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Lies crafty-sick. The posts come tiring on, And not a man of them brings other news Than they have learn'd of me. From Ru

mour's tongues They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.

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ACT I

North.

How is this deriv'd ? Saw you the field ? Came you from Shrews

bury? L. Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that

came from thence,
A gentleman well-bred and of good name,
That freely rend'red me these news for true.
North. Here comes my servant Travers, who

I sent
On Tuesday last to listen after news.

Enter TRAVERS.
L. Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the

way ; And he is furnish'd with no certainties More than he haply may retail from me. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings

comes with you ? Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me

back With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard 38 A gentleman, almost forspent with speed, That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied

horse. He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him I did demand what news from Shrewsbury. He told me that rebellion had bad luck, And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold. With that, he gave his able horse the head, And bending forward struck his armed heels Against the panting sides of his poor jade Up to the rowel-head, and starting so He seem'd in running to devour the way, Staying no longer question. North.

Ha! Again. Said he young Harry Percy's spur was cold ? Of Hotspur Coldspur ? That rebellion Had met ill luck ?

L. Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what : If my young lord your son have not the day, Upon mine honour, for a silken point I'll give my barony. Never talk of it. North. Why should that gentleman that rode

by Travers Give then such instances of loss ? L. Bard.

Who, he ? He was some hilding fellow that had stolen The horse he rode on, and, upon my life, Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more

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SCENE (1. The same.]
Enter LORD BARDOLPH at one door.
L. Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho ?
(The PORTER opens the gate.]

Where is the Earl?
Port. What shall I say you are ?
L. Bard.

Tell thou the Earl That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here. Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the

orchard. Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, 5 And he himself will answer.

Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, L. Bard.

Here comes the Earl.

[Exit Porter.) North. What news, Lord Bardolph ? Every

minute now Should be the father of some stratagem. The times are wild ; contention, like a horse Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose 10 And bears down all before him. L. Bard.

Noble Earl,
I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.

North. Good, an God will !
L. Bard.

As good as heart can wish.
The King is almost wounded to the death ;
And, in the fortune of my lord your son,
Prince Harry slain outright; and both the

Blunts Kill'd by the hand of Douglas ; young Prince

John
And Westmoreland and Stafford fled the field;
And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir

John,
Is prisoner to your son. O, such a day,
So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won,
Came not till now to dignify the times,
Since Cæsar's fortunes !

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Enter MORTON. North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title

leaf, Foretells the nature of a tragic volume. So looks the strand whereon the imperious

flood Hath left a witness'd usurpation. Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrews

bury ? Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord, Where hateful Death put on his ugliest mask 16 To fright our party.

North, How doth my son and brother? Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy

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Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
And would have told him half his Troy was

burnt ;
But Priam found the fire ere he his tongue,
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This thou wouldst say, “Your son did thus

and thus; Your brother thus ; so fought the noble DougStopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds ; But in the end, to stop my ear indeed, Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, Ending with “ Brother, son, and all are dead." Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother

yet; But, for my lord your son, North.

Why, he is dead. See what a ready tongue suspicion hath! He that but fears the thing he would not

know Hath by instinct knowledge from others' eyes That what he fear'd is chanc'd. Yet speak,

Morton ; Tell thou an earl his divination lies, And I will take it as a sweet disgrace And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. Mor. You are too great to be by me gain

said; Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's

dead. I see a strange confession in thine eye. Thou shak'st thy head and hold'st it fear or

sin To speak a truth. If he be slain, (say so;] The tongue offends not that reports his death; And he doth sin that doth belie the dead, Not he which says the dead is not alive. Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office, and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Rememb’red tolling a departing friend. L. Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son

is dead. Mor. I am sorry I should force you to be

lieve That which I would to God I had not seen; But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, Rendering faint quittance, wearied and out

breath'd, To Harry Monmouth ; whose swift wrath beat

down The never-daunted Percy to the earth, From whence with life he never more sprung

up. In few, his death, whose spirit lent a fire Even to the dullest peasant in his camp, Being bruited once, took fire and heat away From the best-temper'd courage in his troops ; For from his metal was his party steel'd ; Which once in him abated, all the rest Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. And as the thing that's heavy in itself, Upon enforcement flies with greatest speed, 120

So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
Lend to this weight such lightness with their

fear
That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim
Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
Fly from the field.' Then was that noble

Worcester Too soon ta'en prisoner; and that furious Scot. The bloody Douglas,' whose well-labouring Had three times slain the appearance of the

King, Gan vail his stomach and did grace the shame Of those that turn'd their backs, and in his

flight, Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all Is that the King bath won, and hath sent out A speedy power to encounter you, my lord, Under the conduct of young Lancaster And Westmoreland. This is the news at full.

North. For this I shall have time enough to In poison there is physic; and these news, Having been well, that would have made me

sick, Being sick, have in some measure made me

well. And as the wretch, whose fever-weak’ned

joints, Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life, Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire Out of his keeper's arms, even so my limbs. Weak’ned with grief, being now enrag'd with

grief, Are thrice themselves. Hence, therefore, thou

nice crutch! A scaly gauntlet now with joints of steel Must glove this hand ; and hence, thou sickly

quoif ! Thou art a guard too wanton for the head Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit. Now bind my brows with iron; and approach The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare

bring To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland! Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not Nature's

hand Keep the wild flood confin'd! Let order die ! And let this world no longer be a stage To feed contention in a ling'ring act; But let one spirit of the first-born Cain Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, And darkness be the burier of the dead!

[Tra.] This strained passion doth you wrong, L. Bard. Sweet Earl, divorce not wisdom

from your honour. Mor. The lives of all your loving complices Lean on your health ; the which, if you give

o'er To stormy passion, must perforce decay. [You cast the event of war, my noble lord, And summ'd the account of chance, before you

said, Let us make head." It was your presurmise, That, in the dole of blows, your son might drop.

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More likely to fall in than to get o'er;
You were advis'd his flesh was capable
Of wounds and scars, and that his forward spirit
Would lift him where most trade of danger

rang'd;
Yet did you say, “Go forth!” and none of this,
Though strongly apprehended, could restrain
The stiff-borne action. What hath then be-

fallen, Or what hath this bold enterprise brought

forth, More than that being which was like to be ?). L. Bard. We all that are engaged to this

loss Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas That if we wrought out life 't was ten to one ; And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd ; And since we are o'erset, venture again, Come, we will all put forth, body and goods. Mor. 'Tis more than time ; and, my most

noble lord, I hear for certain, and do speak the truth, (The gentle Archbishop of York is up With well-appointed powers. He is a man Who with a double surety binds his followers. My lord your son had only but the corpse, But shadows and the shows of men, to fight; For that same word, rebellion, did divide The action of their bodies from their souls ; 196 And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd, As men drink potions, that their weapons only Seem'd on our side ; but, for their spirits and

souls, This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, As fish are in a pond. But now the Bishop Turns insurrection to religion. Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts, He's follow'd both with body and with mind; And doth enlarge his rising with the blood Of fair King Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret

stones; Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause ; Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land, Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke; And more and less do flock to follow him.) North. I knew of this before ; but, to speak

truth, This present grief had wip'd it from my mind. Go in with me; and counsel every man The aptest way for safety and revenge. Get posts and letters, and make friends with

speed, Never so few, and never yet more need.

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Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that intends to laughter, more than I invent or is invented on me. I am not only witty in myself, þut (10 the cause that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee like a sow that hath overwhelm'd all her litter but one. If the Prince put thee into my service for any other reason than to set me off, why then I have no judge- (15 ment. Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn ih my cap than to wait at my heels. I was never mann'd with an agate till now; but I will inset you neither in gold nor silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back [20 again to your master, for a jewel, - the juvenal, the Prince your master, whose chin

not yet fledg'd. I will sooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand than he shall get one off his cheek; and yet he will not stick to say his [25 face is a face royal. God may finish it when he will, 't is not a hair amiss yet. He may keep it still at a face royal, for a barber shall never

arn sixpence out of it; and yet he 'll be crowing as if he had writ man ever since his (so father was a bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he's almost out of mine, I can assure Kim. What said Master Dommelton about the satin for my short cloak and my slops ?

Page. He said, sir, you should procure him better assurance than Bardolph. He would

not take his band and yours. He lik'd not the security.

Fal. Let him be damn'd like the glutton! Pray God his tongue be hotter! A whoreson Achitophel! a rascally yea-for-sooth knave! to bear a gentleman in hand, and then stand upon security! The whoreson smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is through with them in honest taking up, then [os they must stand upon security. I had as lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth as offer to stop it with security. I look'd 'a should have sent me two and twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he sends me security. Well, [Go he may sleep in security; for he hath the horn of abundance, and yet the lightness of his wife shines through it; and yet cannot he see, though he have his own lanthorn to light him. Where's Bardolph ?

Page. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horse.

Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in Smithfield. An I could get me but a wife in the stews, I were mann'd, hors'd, and wiv'd. Enter the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE and SERVANT.

Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the Prince for striking him about Bardolph.

Fal. Wait close ; I will not see him.
Ch. Just. What's be that goes there?
Serv. Falstaff, an 't please your lordship.

Ch. Just. He that was in question for the robbery?

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Serv. He, my lord; but he hath since done Ch. Just. I think you are fallen into the disgood service at Shrewsbury, and, as I hear, is ease ; for you hear not what I say to you. now going with some charge to the Lord John (Fal.] Very well, my lord, very well. of Lancaster.

Rather, an 't please you, it is the disease of not Ch. Just. What, to York? Call him back listening, the malady of not marking, that I am again.

troubled withal. Serv. Sir John Falstaff !

Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels would Fal. Boy, tell him I am deaf.

amend the attention of your ears; and I care Page. You must speak louder; my master is not if I do become your physician. deaf.

Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so Ch. Just. I am sure he is, to the hearing of patient. Your lordship may minister the potion anything good. Go, pluck him by the elbow; of imprisonment to me in respect of poverty; I must speak with him.

but how I should be your patient to follow your Serv. Sir John!

prescriptions, the wise may make some dram of Fal. What! a young knave, and begging! a scruple, or indeed a scruple itself. Is there not wars? Is there not employment ? Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were Doth not the King lack subjects? Do not the matters against you for your life, to come speak rebels need soldiers ? Though it be a shame to

with me. be on any side but one, it is worse shame to beg Fal. As I was then advis'd by my learned than to be on the worst side, were it worse than counsel in the laws of this land-service, I did the name of rebellion can tell how to make not come.

Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, Sir John, yon Serv. You mistake me, sir.

live in great infamy. Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest Fal. He that buckles himself in my belt man? Setting my knighthood and my soldier- cannot live in less. ship aside, I had lied in my throat, if I had said Ch. Just. Your means is very slender, and

your waste is great. Serv. I pray you, sir, then set your knight- Fal. I would it were otherwise ; I would my hood and your soldiership aside ; and give me means were greater, and my waist slenderer. leave to tell you you lie in your throat if you Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful say I am any other than an honest man.

prince. Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so ! I lay Fal. The young prince hath misled me. I aside that which grows to me! If thou get'st am the fellow with the great belly, and he my any leave of me, hang me; if thou tak'st leave,

dog. thou wert better be hang'á. You hunt counter Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gall a nekhence! avaunt !

heal'd wound. Your day's service at ShrewsServ. Sir, my lord would speak with you. bury hath a little gilded over your pight's exCh, Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. ploit on Gadshill. You may thank the unquiet

Fal. My good lord ! God give your lordship time for your quiet o'er-posting that action. " good time of day. I am glad to see your lord- Fal. My lord ? ship abroad. I heard say your lordship was Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so. sick; I hope your lordship goes abroad by 108 Wake not a sleeping wolf. advice. Your lordship, though not clean past Fal. To wake a wolf is as bad as smell a your youth, hath yet some smack of age in fox. you, some relish of the saltness of time in you; Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the and I most humbly beseech your lordship to better part burnt out. have a reverent caten of your health,

Fal. A wassail candle, my lord, all tallow, sent for you before If I did say of wax, my growth would approve your expedition to Shrewsbury.

the truth. Fal. An't please your lordship, I hear his Ch. Just. There is not a white hair in your Majesty is return'd with some discomfort from face but should have his effect of gravity. Wales.

Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy. Ch. Just. I talk not of his Majesty. You Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up would not come when I sent for you.

and down, like his ill angel Fal. And I hear, moreover, his Highness is Fal. Not so, my lord. Your ill angel is light; fallen into this same whoreson apoplexy. but I hope he that looks upon me will take me

Ch. Just. Well, God mend him ! I pray you, without weighing; and yet, in some respects, I let me speak with you.

grant, I cannot go. I cannot tell. Virtue is Fal. This apoplexy, as I take it, is a kind of of so little regard in these costermongers' (1) lethargy, an't please your lordship, a kind of times that true Valour is turned bear-herd; sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling. Pregnancy is made a tapster, and his quick wit

Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? Be it as wasted in giving reckonings; all the other gifts it is.

appertinent to man, as the malice of this age Fal. It hath it original from much grief, shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry. (s: from study, and perturbation of the brain. Í You that are old consider not the capacities of have read the cause of his effects in Galen. It us that are young; you do measure the heat of is a kind of deafness,

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