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should be wantonly given, he deceiveth me; for, door : they are come to search the house ? Shall I Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree let them in ? may be known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true then, peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that piece of gold, a counterfeit : thou art essentially Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell mad, without seeming so. me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without thou been this month ?
instinct. P. Hen. Dost thou speak like a king : Do thou Fal. I deny your major : if you will deny the stand for me, and I'll play my father.
sheriff, so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so cart as well as another inan, a plague on my bring. majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up ing up! I hope, I shall as soon be strangled with a by the heels for a rabbet-sucker, or a poulter's hare. halter, as another. P. Hen. Well, here I am set.
P. Hen. Go, hide thee behind the arras ; - the Fal. And here I stand : – judge, my masters. rest walk up above. Now, my masters, for a true P. Hen. Now, Harry? whence come you ? face, and good conscience. Fal. My noble lord, from Eastcheap.
Fal. Both which I have had : but their date is P. Hen. The complaints I hear of thee are grievous. out, and therefore I'll hide me. Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false :— nay, I'll
(Exeunt all but the Prince and Poins. tickle ye for a young prince, i'faith.
P. Hen. Call in the Sheriff. P. Hen. Swearest thou, ungracious boy? benceforth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carried
Enter Sheriff and Carrier. away from grace : there is a devil haunts thee, in Now, master sheriff; what's your will with me? the likeness of a fat old man: a tun of man is thy Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry companion. Why dost thou converse with that Hath follow'd certain men unto this house. trunk of humours, that huge bombard 7 of sack, P. Hen. What men ? that roasted Manningtree 8 ox, that reverend vice, Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious lord, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in A gross fat man. years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and Car.
As fat as butter. drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not here; capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft? For I myself at this time have employ'd him. wherein crafty, but in villainy? wherein villainous, And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee, but in all things ? wherein worthy, but in nothing? That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,
Fal. I would, your grace would take me with Send him to answer thee, or any man, you; whom means your grace ?
For any thing he shall be charg'd withal : P. Hen. That villainous abominable misleader of And so let me entreat you leave the house. youth, Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan.
Sher. I will, my lord: There are two gentlemen Fal. My lord, the man I know.
Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks: P. Hen. I know, thou dost.
P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb’d these men, Fal. But to say, I know more harm in him than | He shall be answerable; and so, farewell. in myself, were to say more than I know. That he Sher. Good night, my noble lord. is old, (the more the pity,) his white hairs do wit- P. Hen. I think it is good morrow; Is it not? ness it: but that he is villainous, that I utterly Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. deny. If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the
[Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier. wicked! If to be old and merry be a sin, then P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as many an old host that I know, is lost: if to be fat Paul's. Go, call him forth. be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be Poins. Falstaff! — fast asleep behind the arras, loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto, banish and snorting like a horse. Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Fal- P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath : staff
, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Search his pockets. [Poins searches.] What hast Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as thou found ? he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord. company;
banish plump Jack, and banish all the P. Hen. Let's see what they be : read them. world.
Poins. Item, A capon, 2s. 2d. P. Hen. I do, I will. [A knocking heard. Item, Sauce, 4d. (Exeunt Hostess, Francis, and BARDOLPH. Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.
Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper, 2s. 6d. Re-enter BARDOLPH, running.
Item, Bread, a half-Fenny. Bard. O, my lord, my lord; the sheriff, with a P. Hen. O monstrous ! but one half-pennyworth most monstrous watch, is at the door.
of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! - What Fal. Out, you rogue! play out the play: I have there is else, keep close; we'll read it at more much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff.
advantage : there let him sleep till day. I'll to the
court in the morning : we must all to the wars, and Re-enter Hostess, hastily.
thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this Host. O, my lord, my lord !
fat rogue a charge of foot; and, I know, his death Fal. Heigh! heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddle- will be a march of twelve-score. stick : What's the matter?
shall be paid back again with advantage. Be Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at the with me betimes in the morning; and so good
morrow, Poins. i A leather black-jack to hold beer.
Poins. Good morrow, good my lord. [Exeunt. * In Essex, where a large ox was roasted whole.
SCENE I. Bangor. A Room in the Archdea- Hot. Why, so can I; or so can any man: con's House.
But will they come, when you do call for them ? Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and
Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command
Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure,
devil, And our induction full of prosperous hope. By telling truth; Tell truth, and shame the devil.
Hot. Lord Mortimer-and cousin Glendower - If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, Will you sit down?
And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence.
Mort. Come, come,
No more of this unprofitable chat.
made head Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale; and, with Against my power : thrice from the banks of Wye, A rising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven.
And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him, Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears
Bootless home, and weather-beaten back. Owen Glendower spoke of.
Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather too! Glend. I cannot blame him: at my nativity
How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name? The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
Glend. Come, here's the map ; Shall we divide Of burning cressets 8: and at my birth,
our right, The frame and huge foundation of the earth
According to our three-fold order ta'en ? Shak'd like a coward.
Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it Hot.
Why, so it would have done Into three limits, very equally: At the same season, if your mother's cat had
England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born. By south and east, is to my part assign’d:
Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I was born. All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore, Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind,
And all the fertile land within that bound, If you suppose, as fearing you it shook.
To Owen 'Glendower : -and, dear coz, to you Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth The remnant northward, lying off from Trent. did tremble.
And our indentures tripartite are drawn: Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens which being sealed interchangeably, on fire,
(A business that this night may execute,) And not in fear of your nativity:
To-morrow, cousin Percy, you, and I, Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth, In strange eruptions : oft the teeming earth
To meet your father, and the Scottish power, Is with a kind of colick pinch'd and vex'd
As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury. By the imprisoning of unruly wind
My father Glendower is not ready yet, Within her womb ; which, for enlargement striving, Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days : Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples 9 down
Within that space, (TQ Glend.) you may have Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your birth,
drawn together Our grandam earth, having this distemperature, Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen. In passion shook.
Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, Glend. Cousin, of many men
lords, I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
And in my conduct shall your ladies come: To tell you once again, that at my birth,
From whom you now must steal, and take no leave; The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes;
For there will be a world of water shed, The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Upon the parting of your wives and you. Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
here, And all the courses of my life do show,
In quantity equals not one of yours : I am not in the roll of common men.
See, how this river comes me cranking in, Where is he living, clipp'd in with the sea
And cuts me, from the best of all my land, That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,- A huge half moon, a monstrous cantle ! out. Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
I'll have the current in this place damm'd up; And bring him out, that is but woman's son,
And here the smug and silver Trent shall run, Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,
In a new channel, fair and evenly:
It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
Glend. Not wind ? it shall, it must; you see, it I will to dinner.
doth. Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him
Mort. Yea, mad.
But mark, how he bears his course, and runs me up Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
With like advantage on the other side ; 8 Lights get cross-ways upon beacons, and also upon poles, which were used in processions, &c.
Robbing the opposed continent as much,
Might so have tempted him as you have done, As on the other side it takes from you.
Without the taste of danger and reproof; Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him But do not use it oft, let me entreat you. here,
Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame; And on this north side win this cape of land; And since your coming hither have done enough And then he runs straight and even.
To put him quite beside his patience, Hot. I'll have it so; a little charge will do it. You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault : Glend. I will not have it alter'd.
Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood, Hot.
Will not you? (And that's the dearest grace it renders you,) Glend. No, nor you shall not.
Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, Hot.
Who shall say me nay? | Defect of manners, want of government, Glend. Why that will I.
Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain : Hot.
Let me not understand you then, The least of which, haunting a nobleman, Speak it in Welsh.
Loseth men's hearts ; and leaves behind a stain Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you; Upon the beauty of all parts besides, For I was train'd up in the English court :
Beguiling them of commendation. Where, being but young, I framed to the harp Hot. Well, I am schoold; good manners be your Many an English ditty, lovely well,
speed! And gave the tongue a helpful ornament;
Here come our wives, and let us take our leave. A virtue that was never seen in you. Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart :
Re-enter GLENDOWER, with the Ladies. I had rather be a kitten, and cry — mew,
Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers : My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd,
Glend. My daughter weeps ; she will not part Or a dry wheel grate on an axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars. Nothing so much as mincing poetry ;
Mort. Good father, tell her, — that she, and my "Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
aunt Percy, Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd. Shall follow in your conduct speedily.
Hot. I do not care : I'll give thrice so much land (GLENDOWER speaks to his daughter in Welsh, To any well-deserving friend ;
and she answers him in the same. But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish self-willid I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
harlotry, Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? One no persuasion can do good upon. Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away by
[LADY M. speaks to MORTIMER in Welsh. night :
Mort. I understand thy looks; that pretty Welsh I'll haste the writer, and, withal,
Which thou pourest down from these swelling Break 3 with your wives of your departure hence :
heavens, I am afraid, my daughter will run mad,
I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, So much she doteth on her Mortimer. (Exit. In such a parley would I answer thee. Mort. Fye, cousin Percy! how you cross my
(LADY MORTIMER speaks father!
I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, Hot. I cannot choose : sometimes he angers me, And that's a feeling disputation : With telling me of the moldwarp + and the ant, But I will never be a truant, love, Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies ; Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue And of a dragon and a finless fish,
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven, Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, A couching lion, and a ramping cat,
With ravishing division, to her lute. 5 And sạch a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. As puts me from my faith. I tell you what,
(LADY MORTIMER speaks again. He held me, but last night, at least nine hours, Mort. O, I am ignorance itself in this. In reckoning up the several devils' names,
Glend. She bids you That were his lacqueys: I cried, humph, - and well, Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, go to,
And rest your gentle head upon her lap, But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, As is a tired horse, a railing wife ;
And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep, Worse than a smoky house :- I had rather live
Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness; With cheese and garlick, in a windmill, far, Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep, Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me, As is the difference betwixt day and night, In any summer-house in Christendom.
The hour before the heavenly harness'd team Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman; Begins his golden progress in the east. Exceedingly well read, and profited
Mort. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her In strange concealments ; valiant as a lion,
sing: And wondrous affable: and as bountiful
By that time will our book, I think, be drawn. As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ? Glend. Do so; He holds your temper in a high respect,
And those musicians that shall play to you, And curbs himself even of his natural scope, Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; When you do cross bis humour; faith, he does :
Yet straight they shall be here : sit, and attend. I warrant you, that man is not alive, 2 Candlestick. 3 Break the matter. 4 Mole.
A compliment to queen Elizabeth.
GLENDOWER speaks some Welsh words, and then the , Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear, Musick plays.
By smiling pick-thanks 9 and base newsmongers, Hot. Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh; I may, for some things true, wherein my youth And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous.
Hath faulty wander'd and irregular, By'r lady, he's a good musician.
Find pardon on my true submission Lady P. Then should you be nothing but mu- K. Hen. God pardon thee! — yet let me wonder, for you are altogether governed by humours.
Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach 6, howl Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors. in Irish.
Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost, Lady P. Wouldst thou have thy head broken? Which by thy younger brother is supplied; Hot. No.
And art almost an alien to the hearts Lady P. Then be still.
Of all the court and princes of my blood : Hot. Peace ! she sings.
The hope and expectation of thy time
Is ruin'd; and the soul of every man
So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
By being seldom seen, I could not stir,
That men would tell their children, This is he : To velvet guards 8, and Sunday citizens.
Others would say,— Where? which is Bolingbroke Come, sing.
And then I stole all courtesy from heaven, Lady P. I will not sing.
And dress'd myself in such humility, Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red- That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, breast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths, away within these two hours; and so come in when Even in the presence of the crowned king.
[Erit. Thus did I keep my person fresh and new ; Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer; you are as My presence, like a robe pontifical, slow,
Ne'er seen, but wonder'd at: and so my state, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go
Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast ; By this our book's drawn; we'll but seal, and then And won, by rareness, such solemnity. To horse immediately.
The skipping king, he ambled up and down Mort. With all my heart. (Ereunt. With shallow jesters, and rash bavin' wits,
Soon kindled, and soon burn'd: carded his states SCENE II. London. A Room in the Palace.
Mingled his royalty with capering fools;
Had his great name profaned with their scorns ; Enter King Henry, PRINCE OF WALES, and Lords. And gave his countenance, against his name, K. Hen. Lords, give us leave; the prince of To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push Wales, and I,
Of every beardless vain comparative: Must have some conference : But be near at hand, Grew a companion to the common streets, For we shall presently have need of you.
Enfeoff'd himself to popularity : [Exeunt Lords.
That being daily swallow'd by men's eyes, I know not whether heaven will have it so,
They surfeited with honey; and began For some displeasing service I have done,
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little That in his secret doom out of my blood
More than a little is by much too much. He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me;
So, when he had occasion to be seen, But thou dost, in thy passages of life,
He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd
Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes, For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven,
As, sick and blunted with community, To punish my mis-treadings. Tell me else,
Afford no extraordinary gaze,
Such as is bent on sun-like majesty
But rather drowz'd, and hung their eyelids down, As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to,
Slept in his face, and rendered such aspect Accompany the greatness of thy blood,
As cloudy men use to their adversaries ; And hold their level with thy princely heart? Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full.
P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would, I could And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou : Quit all offences with such clear excuse,
For thou hast lost thy princely privilege, As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge
With vile participation; not an eye Myself of many I am charg'd withal :
But is a-weary of thy common sight, Yet such extenuation let me beg,
Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more; As, in reproof of many tales devis'd,
Which now doth that I would not have it do,
Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. 6 Hound.
7 In Moorfields. * Laced velvet, the finery of cockneys.
9 Officious parasites.
P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord, K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this: Be more myself.
Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust, herein. K. Hen. For all the world, As thou art to this hour, was Richard then
Enter Blunt. When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg ; How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed. And even as I was then, is Percy now.
Blunt. So hath the business that I come to speak of. Now by my sceptre, and my soul to boot,
Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word, He hath more worthy interest to the state,
That Douglas, and the English rebels, met Than thou, the shadow of succession :
The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury: For, of no right, nor colour like to right,
A mighty and a fearful head they are, He doth fill fields with harness in the realm ; If promises be kept on every hand, Turns head against the lion's armed jaws;
As ever offer'd foul play in a state. And, being no more in debt to years than thou, K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day; Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on, With him my son, lord John of Lancaster ; To bloody battles, and to bruising arms.
For this advertisement is five days old : What never-dying honour hath he got
On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set Against renowned Douglas ; whose high deeds, Forward ; on Thursday, we ourselves will march : Whose hot incursions, and great name in arms,
Our meeting is Bridgnorth : and, Harry, you, Holds, from all soldiers chief majority,
Shall march through Glostershire; by which account, And military title capital,
Our business valued, some twelve days hence Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ? Our general forces at Bridgnorth shall meet. Thrice hath this Hotspur Mars in swathing clothes, Our hands are full of business: let's away ; This infant warrior in his enterprizes
Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay. Discomfited great Douglas : ta'en him once,
(Exeunt. Enlarged him, and made a friend of him,
SCENE III. - Eastcheap. A room in the Boar's To fill the mouth of deep defiance up,
Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH.
this last action ? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? But wherefore do I tell these news to thee ? Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
loose gown; I am wither'd like an old apple-John. Which art my near'st and dearest* enemy?
Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in Thou that art like enough, — through vassal fear, some liking 5; I shall be out of heart shortly, and Base inclination, and the start of spleen,
then I shall have no strength to repent. An I have To fight against me under Percy's pay,
not forgotten what the inside of a church is made To dog his heels, and court'sy at his frowns, of, I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horse : the inside To show how much thou art degenerate.
of a church! Company, villainous company, hath P. Hen. Do not think so, you shall not find it so;
been the spoil of me. And heaven forgive them, that have so much sway'd Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot Your majesty's good thoughts away from me!
live long I will redeem all this on Percy's head,
Fal. Why, there is it: – come, sing me a song; And in the closing of some glorious day,
make me merry. I was as virtuously given, as a Be bold to tell you that I am you son;
gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; swore When I will wear a garment all of blood,
little; diced, not above seven times a week; paid And stain my favours in a bloody mask,
money that I borrowed, three or four times; lived Which wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it. well, and in good compass : and now I live out of And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
all order, out of all compass. That this same child of honour and renown,
Bard. Why, you are so fat, sir John, that you This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,
must needs be out of all compass; out of all reasonAnd your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet : able compass, sir John. For every honour sitting on his helm,
Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my 'Would they were multitudes; and on my head life: Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern My shames redoubled ! for the time will come,
- but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art That I shall make this northern youth exchange the knight of the burning lamp. His glorious deeds for my indignities.
Bard. Why, sir John, my face does you no harm. Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
Fal. No, I'll be sworn; I make good use of it. To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf; When thou ran’st up Gads-hill in the night to catch And I will call him to so strict account,
my horse, if I did not think thou hadst been an That he shall render every glory up,
ignis fatuus, or a ball of wildfire, there's no purYea, even the slightest worship of his time, chase in money. O, thou art a perpetual triumph, Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart. an everlasting bonfire-light! Thou hast saved me This, in the name of God, I promise here:
a thousand marks in links and torches, walking with The which if he be pleas'd I shall perform, thee in the night betwixt tavern and tavern : but the I do beseech your majesty, may salve
sack that thou hast drunk me, would have bought me The long-grown wounds of my intemperanco': lights as good cheap, at the dearest chandler's in If not the end of life cancels all bands;
Europe. I have maintained that salamander of And I will die a hundred thousand deaths, yours with fire, any time this two-and-thirty years ; Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.
Heaven reward me for it!
4 Most fatal,
6 Admiral's ship
in the poop,