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Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in By smiling pick-thanks and base newsmongers, thy lap.
may, for some things true, wherein my youth Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose!
Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,
K. Hen. God pardon thee! yet let me wonder,
At thy affections, which do hold a wing
Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.
And art almost an alien to the hearts
Is ruin’d, and the soul of every man
Prophetically does fore-think 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,
And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
Loud shouts and salutattions from their mouths,
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,
( Exit. Soon kindled, and soon burn'd, carded his state,
Had his great nameprofaned with their scorns;
To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push
[Exeunt. Of every beardless vain comparative,
Grew a companion to the common streets,
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
So, when he had occasion to be seen,
(Exeunt Lords. He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
Heard, not regarded ; seen, but with such eyes,
As, sick and blunted with community,
Afford po extraordinary gaze,
Such as is bent on sun-like majesty,
When it shines seldom in admiring eyes:
But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down,
As cloudy men use to their adversaries,
Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full.
For thou hast lost thy princely privilege,
With vile participation; not an eye
But is a-weary of thy common sight,
Save mine, which hath desir’d to see thee more;
Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.
P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord,
Be more myself.
K. Hen. For all the world,
As thou art to this hour, was Richard then,
When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg;.
Pal if he wou! Ente
Do you think, I keep thieves in my house? I have .
I searched, I have inquired, so has my husband, map
And even as I was then, is Percy now.
bo Now by my sceptre, and my soul to boot,
As ever offer'd foul play in a state. He hath more worthy interest to the state,
K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day;
With him my son, lord John of Lancaster;
Go He doth fill fields with harness in the realm,
On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set
Forward; on Thursday, we ourselves will march.
Our business valued, some twelve days hence
Our general forces at Bridgnorth shall meet.
SCENE III. - Eastcheup. A room in the Boar's head to be And military title capital,
He Through all the kingdoms, that acknowledge Christ?
Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH.
last action ? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, Discomfited great Douglas, ta'en him once,
my skin hangs about me,like an old lady's loose gown; Fal Enlarged him, and made a friend of him,
I am wither'd like an old apple-John. Well, I'll repent, Hoa To fill the mouth of deep defiance up,
and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall Ful. And shake the peace and safety of our throne. be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no rich? And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland, strength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the The archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer, in side of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a Capitulate against us, and are op.
brewer's horse: the inside of a church! Company, vilBut wherefore do I tell these news to thee? lainous company, hath been the spoil of me.
sealt Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes, Burd. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live
Hos Which art my near’st and dearest enemy?
long Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear, Fal. Why, there is it: come, sing me a bawdy Base inclination, and the start of spleen,
song, make me merry! I was as virtuously given, as a To fight against me under Percy's pay,
gentleman need to be, virtuous enough, swore little, To dog his heels, and court'sy at his frowns, diced, not above seven times a week, went to a hawdyTo show, how much degenerate thou art.
house, not above once in a quarter
of an hour, paid P. Hen. Do not think so, you shall not find it so; money that I borrowed, three or four times, lived well, FC And God forgive them, that have so much sway'd and in good compass: and now I live out of all order, Your majesty's good thoughts away from me! out of all compass.
BO I will redeem all this on Percy's head,
IT Bard. Why, you are so fat, sir John, that you must And, in the closing of some glorious day,
needs be out of all compass, out of all reasonable com P. Be bold to tell you, that I am your son;
pass, sir John, When I will wear a garment all of blood,
Fal.Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life. And stain my favours in a bloody mask,
Thou art our admiral, thou béarest the lantern in the Н. Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it.
Fa poop,-but'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the knight And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights, of the burning lamp.
P. That this same child of honour and repown,
Bard. Why, sir John, my face does you no harm. This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight, Fal. No, I'll be sworn; I'make as good use of it, as And your onthought-of Harry, chance to meet. many a man doth of a death's-head, or a memento For every honour sitting on his helm,
P. mori. I never see thy face, but I think on hell-fire, and 'Would they were multitudes; and on my head
F Pives, that lived in purple; for there he is in his robes
, My shames redoubled! for the time will come, burning, burning. If thou wert any way given to virtue, That I shall make this northern youth exchange I would swear by thy face; my oath should be, By this His glorious deeds for my indignities.
fire: but thou art altogether given over, and wert inPercy is but my factor, good my lord,
deed, but for the light in thy face, the son of utter To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf; darkness. When thon ran'st úp Gadshill in the night, And I will call him to so strict account,
to catch my horse, if I did not think thou hadst been That he shall render every glory up,
an ignis fatuus, or a ball of wild-fire, there's no purYea, even the slightest worship of his time, chase in money. 0, thou art a perpetual triumph, an Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.
everlasting bonfire-light! Thou hast saved me a thou-, This, in the name of God, I promise here:
sand marks in links and torches, walking with thee in The which if he be pleas’d, I shall perform,
the night betwixt tavern and tavern: but the sack, that I do beseech your majesty, may salve
thou hast drunk me, would have bought me lights as The long-grown wounds of my intemperance : good cheap, at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have If not, the end of life cancels all bands,
maintained that salamander of yours with fire, any And I will die a hundred thousand deaths,
time this two and thirty years; Heaven reward me Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.
forit! K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this. Bard. 'Sblood, I would, my face were in your belly. Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust herein. Fal. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heartEnter BLUNT.
burned, How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed.
. Blunt. so hath the business, that I come to speak of. How now, dame Partlet the hen? have you inquired Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word,
yet, who picked my pocket? That Douglas, and the English rebels, me',
Ilost. Why, sir John ! what do you think, sir John? The eleventh of this month, at Shrewsbury, A mighty and a fearful head they are,
by man, boy by boy, servant by servant: the tithe Fal. Why? she's neither fish, norflesh; a man knows of a hair was never lost in my house before. not, where to have her.
Fal. You lie, hostess; Bardolph was shaved, and lost Host. Thou art an unjust man in saying so: thou, or many a hair: and I'll be sworn, my pocket was picked. any man knows, where to have me, thou knave thou! Go to, you are a woman, go!
P. Hen. Thuu sayest true, hostess, and he slanders Host. WhoI? I defy thee: I was never called so in thee most grossly. mine own house before.
Host. So he doth you, my lord; and said this other Fal. Go to, I know you well enough.
day, you ought him a thousand pound. Host. No, sir John ; you do not know me, sir John: P. Hen. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound? I know you, sir John: you owe me money, sir John, and Fal. A thousand pound, Hal! a million: thy love now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I bought is worth a million; thou owest me thy love. you a dozen of shirts to your back.
Host. Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said, Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away he would cudgel you. to bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them. Fal. Did I, Bardolph? Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight Bard. Indeed, sir John, you said so. shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, sir John, Fal. Yea; if he said, my ring was copper. for y
your diet, and by-drinkings, and money lent you, P. Hen. I say, 'tis copper: darest thou be as good, four and twenty pound.
as thy word now? Fal. He had his part of it; let him pay!
Fal. Why, Hal, thouknowest, as thou art but man, Host. He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing. I dare; but, as thou art prince, I fear thee, as I fear Fal. How! poor? look upon his face! What call you the roaring of the lion's whelp. rich ? let them coin his nose, let them coin his P. Hen. And why not, as the lion ? cheeks ! I'll not pay a denier. What, will you make Fal. The king himself is to be feared, as the lion. a younker of me? shall I not take mine ease in mine Dost thou think, I'll fear thee, as I fear thy father? inn, but I shall have my pocket picked ? I have lost a nay, an Ido, I pray God, my girdle break! sealring of my grandfather's, worth forty mark. P. Hen. O, ifit should, how would thy guts fall about
Host. O Jesu! I have heard the prince tell him, I thy knees! But,sirrah,there's no room for faith, truth, know not, how oft, that that ring was copper. nor honesty, in this bosom ofthine ; it is filled up with
Fal. How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup; and guts, and midriff. Charge an honest woman with pickif he were here, I would cudgel him, like a dog, if he ing thy pocket! Why, thon whoreson, impudent, emwould say so.
bossed rascal, if there were any thing in thy pocket, Enter Prince Henry and Poins, marching. Falstaff but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of bawdymeets the Prince,playing on his truncheon,like a fife. houses, and one poor pennyworth of sugar-candy, to Fal. How now, lad ? is the wind in that door, i'faith? make thee long winded ; if thy pocket were enriched must we all march?
with any other injuries but these, I am a villain. And Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate-fashion ? yet you will stand to it; you will not pocket up wrong. Host. My lord, I pray you, hear me!
Art thou not ashamed? P. Hen. What sayest thou, mistress Quickly? How Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest, in the state does thy husband ? I love him well; he is an honest of innocency Adam fell; and what should poor Jack
Falstaff do, in the days of villainy? Thou seest, I have Host. Good my lord, hear me!
more flesh, than another man, and therefore morefrailFal. Pr'ythee, let her alone, and list to me!
ty. You confess then, you picked my pocket? P. Hen. What sayst thou, Jack ?
P. Hen. It appears so by the story. Fal. The other night I fell asleep here behind the Fal. Hostess, I forgive thee!Go, make ready breakarras, and had my pocket picked: this house is fast; love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish turned bawdy-house, they pick pockets.
thy guests! thou shalt find me tractable to
hoP. Hen. What didst thou lose, Jack?
nest reason: thou seest, I am pacified.—Still ?- Nay, Fal. Wilt thou believe me, Hal?three or four bonds pr’ythee, be gone ! [Exit Hostess.] Now, Hal, to the of forty pound a-piece, and a scal-ring of my grand-news at court! for the robbery, lad, - how is that father's.
answered? P. Hen. A trifle, some eight-penny matter! P. Hen. O, my sweet beef, I must still be good anHost. So I told him, my lord ; and I said, I heard gel to thee. - The money is paid back again. your grace say so. And, my lord, he speaks most vile Fal. O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double ly of you, like a foul-mouthed man, as he is, and labour. said, he would cudgel you.
P. Hen. I am good friends with my father, and may P. Hen. What! he did not?
do any thing. Host. There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, in me else.
and do it with unwashed hands too! Fal. There's no more faith in thee, than in a stewed Bard. Do, my lord! prune, nor no more truth in thee, than in a drawn P. Hen. I have procnred ther, Jack, a charge of foot. fox; and for womanhood, maid Marian may be the Fal. I would, it had been of horse. Where shall I deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing, go ! find one, that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of Host. Say, what thing? what thing?
the age of two and twenty, or thereabouts ! I am heinFal. What thing? why, a thing to thank God on. ously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for these Host. I am nothing to thank God on, I would thou rebels, they offend none, but the virtuous ; I laud shonld'st know it; I am an honest man's wife: and, set- them, I praise them. ting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to call P. Hen. Bardolph
Bard. My lord ?
My brother John ; this to my lord of Westmoreland.-
Have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.-
Meet me to-morrow in the Temple-hall
A comfort of retirement lives in this, At two o'clock i'the afternoon!
Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto,
Upon the maidenhead of our atfairs.
The quality and hair of our attempt
That wisdom, loyalty, and mere dislike 0, I could wish, this tavern were my drum. [Exit. 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,
Enter HOTSPOR, WORCESTER, and Douglas. Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement,
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
Hot. You strain too far.
Tha , if the earl were here; for men must think,
To push against the kingdom; with his help,
We shall o’erturn it topsy-turvy down.
Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.
Enter Sir Richard Vernos.
Mess. His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord. Hot. No harm ! What more?
Mess. He did, my lord, four days, ere 1 set forth, The king himself in person is set forth,
Or hitherwards intended speedily,
With strong and mighty preparation.
The nimble-footed mad-cap prince of Wales,
Ver. All furnish’d, all in arms, 'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.
All plum’d, like estridges, that wing the wind; He writes me here,-that inward sickness
Bated, like eagles having lately bath'd ; And that his friends by deputation could not Glittering in golden coats, like images; So soon be drawn; nor did he think it meet, As full of spirit, as the month of May, To lay so dangerous and dear a trust
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer ; On any soul remov'd, but on his own.
Wanton, as youthful goats, wild, as young Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,
I saw young Harry, - with his beaver on, That with our small conjunction, we should on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm’d, To see, how fortune is dispos’d to us:
Rise from the ground like feather d Mercury, For, as he writes, there is no quailing now,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat, Because the king is eertainly possess'd
As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, of all our purposes. What say you to it?
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,
And to the fire-ey'd maid of smoky war,
All hot; and bleeding, will we offer them.
The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit,
To hear, this rich reprisal is so nigh,
And yet not ours. – Of all our fortunes.
Come, let me take 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.
Ver. There is more news:
were there, and you too; but my powers are there I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,
already. The king, I can tell you, looks for us all;
hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, Hot. Forty let it be!
whose fellows are these, that come after ?
Ful. Mine, Hal, mine.
Fal. Tut, tut; good enough to toss! food for pow-
der, food for powder! they'll fill a pit, as well as belDoug. Talk not of dying! I am out of fear ter: tush, man, mortal men, mortal men! Of death, or death's hand, for this one half year. West. Ay, but, sir John, methinks they are exceed
[Exeunt. ing poor and bare ; too beggarly.
Fal. 'Faith, for their poverty, --I know not, where SCENE II. – A public road near Coventry. they had that: and for their bareness, - I am sure, Enter Falstaff and BARDOLPH.,
they never learned that of me.
Percy is already in the field.
West. Heis, sir John ; I fear, we shall stay too long.
SCENE III.—The rebel camp near Shrewsbury. Fal. If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a souced Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, Douglas, and Verson. gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably. Hot. We'll fight with him to-night. I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty sol- Wor. It may not be. diers,three hundred and odd pounds. I press me none, Doug. You give him then advantage. but good householders, yeomens' sons: inquire me Ver. Not a whit. out contracted bachelors such as had been asked twice Hlot. Why say you so? looks he not for supply? on the banns; such a commodity of warm slaves, as Ver. So do we. had as lief hear the devil, as drum ; such as fear the Hot. His is certain, ours is doubtful. report of a caliver worse, than a struck fowl, or a hurt Wor. Good cousin, be advis'd! stir not to-night! wild-duck. I pressed me none but such toasts and bat Ver. Do not, my lord ! ter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger, than pins' Doug. You do not counsel well; heads, and they have bought out their services; and You speak it out of fear, and cold heart. now my whole charge consists, of ancients, corporals, Ver. Do me no slander, Douglas ! by my life, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, slaves as ragged, (And I dare well maintain it with my life,) as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the glutton's If well-respected honour bid me on, dogs licked his sores: and such as, indeed, were never i hold as little counsel with weak fear, soldiers; but discarded unjust servingmen, younger As you, my lord, or any Scot, that lives. sons to younger brothers, revolted tapsters, and ostlers Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle, trade-fallen; the cankers of a calm word, and a long Which of us fears ! peace, ten times more dishonourable ragged, thau Doug. Yea, or to-night. an old-faced ancient! and such have I, to fill up the Ver. Content. rooms of them, that have bought out their services, lot. To-night, say I. that you would think, that I had a hundred and fifty Ver. Come, come, it may not be. tattered prodigals, lately come from swine-keeping, I wonder much, being men of such great leading, from eating draft' and husks. A mad fellow met'me That you foresee not, what impediments on the way, and told me, I had unloaded all the gib- Drag back our expedition. Certain horse bets, and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up: such scare-crows. I'll not march through Coventry Your uncle Worcester's horse came but to-day; with them, that's flat: nay, and the villains march And now their pride and mettle is asleep, wide betwixt the legs, as ifthey had gyves on; for in- Their courage with hard labour tame and dull, deed, I had the most of them out of prison. There is That not a liorse is half the half himself. but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the Hot. So are the horses of the enemy half-shirt is two napkins,tacked together, and thrown In general, journey-bated, and brought low; over the shoulders, like a herald's coat without the better part of ours is full of rest.
and the shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours : host at Saint Alban’s, or the red-nose innkeeper of For God's sake, cousin, stay, till all come in! Daintry. But that's all one; they'll find linen enough
[The trumpet sounds a parley. on every hedge.
Enter Sir WALTER Blunt.
Envy your great deserving, and good name,