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Fal. Go to; peace, Mouldy, you shall go, Mouldy. Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot
Shal. Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside; Know tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, in good troth, you where you are ? — For the other, sir John : master Shallow. let me see; Simon Shadow !
Shal. O, sir John, do you remember since we lay Fal. Ay marry, let me have him to sit under : all night in the windmill in Saint George's fields ? he's like to be a cold soldier.
Fal. No more of that, good master Shallow, no Shal. Where's Shadow ?
more of that. Shad. Here, sir.
Shal. Ha, it was a merry night. And is Jane Night Fal. Shadow, whose son art thou ?
alive? Shad. My mother's son, sir.
Fal. She lives, master Shallow. Fal. Thy mother's son! like enough, and thy Shal. She never could away with me. father's shadow.
Fal. Never, never : she would always say, she Shal. Do you like him, sir John ?
could not abide master Shallow. Fal. Shadow will serve for summer, - prick him; Shal. By the mass, I could anger her to the heart - for we have a number of shadows to fill up the She was then a bona-roba. Doth she hold her owa muster-book.
well ? Shal. Thomas Wart!
Fal. Old, old, master Shallow. Fal. Where's he?
Shal. Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose Wart. Here, sir.
but be old ; certain she's old ; and had Robin beFal. Is thy name Wart?
fore I came to Clement's Inn. Wart. Yea, sir.
Sil. That's fifty-five year ago. Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart.
Shal. Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen Shal. Shall I prick him, sir John ?
that that this knight and I have seen! - Ha, sir Fal. It were superfluous : for his apparel is built John, said I well ? upon his back, and the whole frame stands upon Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, pins : prick him no more.
master Shallow. Shal. Ha, ha, ha!- you can do it, sir ; you can Shal. That we have, that we have, that we have: do it: I commend you well. Francis Feeble ! in faith, sir John, we have; our watch-word was, Fee. Here, sir.
Hem, boys ! - Come, let's to dinner; come, let's to Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble ?
dinner: - 0, the days that we have seen ! — Come, Fee. A woman's tailor, sir.
come. [Exeunt FalsTAFF, SHALLOW, and SILENCE. Shal. Shall I prick him, sir?
Bull. Good master corporate Bardolph, stand my Fal. You may : · Wilt thou make as many holes friend ; and here is four Harry ten shillings in in an enemy's battle, as thou hast made with thy French crowns for you. In very truth, sir, I had needle ?
as lief be hanged, sir, as go: and yet, for mine own Fee. I will do my good will, sir ; you can have part, sir, I do not care ; but, rather, because I am
unwilling, and, for mine own part, have a desire to Fal. Well said, good woman's tailor! well said, stay with my friends; else, sir, I did not care, for courageous Feeble! Thou wilt be as valiant as the mine own part, so much. wrathful dove, or most magnanimous mouse. Bard. Go to ; stand aside. Prick the woman's tailor well, master Shallow ; Moul. And good master corporal captain, for my deep, master Shallow.
old dame's sake, stand my friend : she has nobody Fee. I would, Wart might have gone, sir. to do any thing about her, when I am gone; and
Fal. I would thou wert a man's tailor ; that thou she is old, and cannot help herself: you shall have migh’st mend him, and make him fit to go. I can- forty, sir. not put him to a private soldier, that is the leader of Bard. Go to; stand aside. so many thousands : Let that suffice, most forcible Fee. By my troth I care not; - a man can die Feeble.
but once; - we owe God a death ; — I'll ne'er Fee. It shall suffice, sir.
bear a base mind;- an't be my destiny, so; an't Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. be not, so : No man's too good to serve his prince; Who is next?
and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this Shal. Peter Bull-calf of the green !
year, is quit for the next. Fal. Yea, marry, let us see Bull-calf.
Bard. Well said ; thou'rt a good fellow. Bull. Here, sir.
Fee. Nay, I'll bear no base mind. Fal. Trust me, a likely fellow ! - Come, prick me Bull-calf till he roar again.
Re-enter FalsTAFF, and Justices.
Fal. Come, sir, which men shall I have ?
Bard. Sir, a word with you :- - I have three Fal. What disease hast thou ?
pound to free Mouldy and Bull-calf. Bull. A cold, sir ; a cough, sir; which I caught Fal. Go to; well. with ringing in the king's affairs, upon his corona- Shal. Come, sir John, which four will you have ? tion-day, sir.
Fal. Do you choose for me. Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown ; Shal. Marry then, - Mouldy, Bull-calf, Feeble, we will have away thy cold ; and I will take such and Shadow. order, that thy friends shall ring for thee. — Is here Fal. Mouldy, and Bull-calf: - For you, Mouldy, all ?
stay at home, still; you are past service : — and, for Shal. Here is two more called than your number? your part, Bull-calf, — grow till you come unto it; you must have but four here, sir ; — and so, I pray I will none of you. you, go in with me to dinner.
Shal. Sir John, sir John, do not yourself wrong :
they are your likeliest men, and I would have you my house ; let our old acquaintance be renewed : served with the best.
peradventure, I will with you to the court. Fal. Will you tell me, master Shallow, how to Fal. I would you would, master Shallow choose a man? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the Shal. Go to; I have spoke at a word. Fare you stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give well.
[Ereunt Shallow and SILENCE. me the spirit, master Shallow. - Here's Wart;- Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen. On, Baryou see what a ragged appearance it is: he shall dolph; lead the men away. [Exeunt BARDOLPH, charge you, and discharge you, with the motion of Recruits, &c.] As I return, I will fetch off these a pewterer's hammer; come off, and on, swifter than justices : I do see the bottom of justice Shallow. he that gibbets-on the brewer's bucket. And this How subject we old men are to this vice of lying ! same half-faced fellow, Shadow, — give me this This same starved justice hath done nothing but man; he presents no mark to the enemy; the foe- prate to me of the wildness of his youth, and the man may with as great aim level at the edge of a feats he hath done about Turnbull-street '; and penknife: And, for a retreat, -how swiftly will every third word a lie, duer paid to the hearer than this Feeble, the woman's tailor, run off? O, give the Turk’s tribute. I do remember him at Cleme the spare men, and spare me the great ones. ment's Inn, like a man made after supper of a Put me a caliver 6 into Wart's hand, Bardolph. cheese-paring: he was so forlorn, that his dimen
Bard. Hold, Wart, traverse 7; thus, thus, thus. sions to any thick sight were invisible: he was the
Fal. Come, manage me your caliver. So :- very Genius of famine; he came ever in the rearvery well : go to :-- very good :-exceeding good. ward of the fashion; and sung those tunes to the
O, give me always a little, lean, old, chapped, huswives that he heard the carmen whistle, and bald shot. Well said, Wart; hold, there's a tester sware — they were his fancies, or his good-nights. ? for thee.
And now is this Vice's daggers become a squire; Shal. He is not his craft's master, he doth not do and talks as familiarly of John of Gaunt, as if he it right. I remember at Mile-end green, (when I had been sworn brother to him: and I'll be sworn lay at Clement's Inn, - I was then sir Dagonet in he never saw him but once in the Tilt-yard ; and Arthur's show 8,) there was a little quiver fellow, and then he burst his head, for crowding among the 'a would manage you his piece thus : and 'a would marshal's men. I saw it; and told John of Gaunt, about and about, and come you in, and come you he beat his own name*: for you might have truss’d in: rah, tah, tah, would 'a say; bounce, would 'a him, and all his apparel, into an eel-skin; the case say; and away again would ’a go, and again would of a treble haut-boy was a mansion for him, a court; 'a come: - I shall never see such a fellow.
and now has he land and beeves. Well; I will be Fal. These fellows will do well, master Shallow. acquainted with him, if I return: and it shall go - Heaven keep you, master Silence; I will not use hard, but I will make him a philosopher's stone to many words with you :-- Fare you well, gentlemen me: If the young dace be a bait for the old pike, both : I thank you : I must a dozen mile to-night. I see no reason, in the law of nature, but I may Bardolph, give the soldiers coats.
snap at him. Let time shape, and there an end. Shal. Sir John, heaven bless you and prosper
(Exit. your affairs, and send us peace ! As you return, visit
SCENEI.- A Forest in Yorkshire.
Mowb. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch
Enter a Messenger
Now, what news?
Mess. West of this forest, scarcely off a mile, grace. Arch. Here stand, my lord ; and send discoverers In goodly form comes on the enemy: forth,
And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number To know the numbers of our enemies,
Upon, or near, the rate of thirty thousand. Hast. We have sent forth already.
Mowb. The just proportion that we gave them out. Arch.
"Tis well done. Let us sway on, and face them in the field. My friends and brethren in these great affairs,
Enter WESTMORELAND. I must acquaint you that I have receiv'd
Arch. What well-appointed leader fronts us here? New-dated letters from Northumberland;
Mowb. I think, it is my lord of Westmoreland. Their cold intent, tenour and substance, thus : West. Health and fair greeting from our general, Here doth he wish his person, with such powers The prince, lord John, and duke of Lancaster. As might hold sortance 9 with his quality,
Arch. Say on, my lord of Westmoreland, in peace : The which he could not levy; whereupon
What doth concern your coming ? He is retir'd, to ripe his growing fortunes,
Then, my lord, To Scotland : and concludes in hearty prayers, Unto your grace do I in chief address That your attempts may overlive the hazard,
The substance of my speech. If that rebellion And fearful meeting of their opposite.
i In Clerkenwell.
2 Titles of little poems 6 Musket.
3 A wooden dagger like that used by the modern harlequin. An exhibition of archers
9 Be suitable. * Gaunt is thin, slender.
Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
To lay a heavy and unequal hand
O my good lord Mowbray, I say, if vile commotion so appear'd,
Construe the times to their necessities, In his true, native, and most proper shape,
And you shall say indeed, - it is the time, You, reverend father, and these noble lords, And not the king, that doth you injuries. Had not been here, to dress the ugly form
Yet, for your part, it not appears to me, Of base and bloody insurrection
Either from the king, or in the present time, With your fair honours. You, lord archbishop, — That you should have an inch of any ground Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd;
To build a grief on; Were you not restor'd Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd; To all the duke of Norfolk's signiories, Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd; Your noble and right-well remember'd father's? Whose white investinents figure innocence,
Mowb. What thing, in honour, had my father lost, The dove and very blessed spirit of peace,
That need to be reviv'd, and breath'd in me? Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself,
The king, that lov'd him, as the state stood then, Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace, Was, force perforce, compellid to banish him : Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war? And then, when Harry Bolingbroke, and he, — Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood, Being mounted, and both roused in their seats, Your pens to lances ; and your tongue divine Their neighing coursers daring of the spur, To a loud trumpet, and a point of war?
Their armed staves in charge, their beavers down, Arch. Wherefore do I this ? so the question stands, Their eyes of fire sparkling through sights of steel, Briefly to this end :- . We are all diseased; And the loud trumpet blowing them together ; And, with our surfeiting, and wanton hours, Then, then, when there was nothing could have staid Have brought ourselves into a burning fever, My father from the breast of Bolingbroke, And we must bleed for it: of which disease 0, when the king did throw his warder & down, Our late king, Richard, being infected, died, His own life hung upon the staff he threw : But, my most noble lord of Westmoreland, Then threw he down himself; and all their lives, I take not on me here as a physician;
That by indictment, and by dint of sword, Nor do I, as an enemy to peace,
Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke. Troop in the throngs of military men;
West. You speak, lord Mowbray, now you know But, rather, show a while like fearful war,
not what : To diet rank minds, sick of happiness ;
The earl of Hereford was reputed then And purge the obstructions, which begin to stop In England the most valiant gentleman ; Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly. Who knows, on whom fortune would then have smil'd? I have in equal balance justly weigh'd
But if your father had been victor there, What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry: suffer,
For all the country, in a general voice, And find our griefs? heavier than our offences. Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers, and love, We see which way the stream of time doth run, Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on, And are enforced from our most quiet sphere And bless'd and grac'd indeed, more than the king. By the rough torrent of occasion :
But this is mere digression from my purpose. And have the summary of all our griefs,
Here come I from our princely general, When time shall serve, to show in articles :
To know your griefs; to tell you from his grace, Which, long ere this, we offer'd to the king, That he will give you audience: and wherein And might by no suit gain our audience:
It shall appear that your demands are just, When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our griefs, You shall enjoy them ; every thing set off
, We are denied access unto his person
That might so much as think you enemies. Even by those men that most have done us wrong. Mowb. But he hath forc'd us to compel this offer; The dangers of the days but newly gone,
And it proceeds from policy, not love. (Whose memory is written on the earth
West. Mowbray, you overween 9, to take it so; With yet-appearing blood,) and the examples This offer comes from mercy, not from fear : Of every minute's instance, (present now,)
For, lo! within a ken !, our army lies : Have put us in these ill-beseeming arms :
Upon mine honour, all too confident Not to break peace, or any branch of it;
To give admittance to a thought of fear. But to establish here a peace indeed,
Our battle is more full of names than yours, Concurring both in name and quality.
Our men more perfect in the use of arms, West. When ever yet was your appeal denied ? Our armour all as strong, our cause the best ; Wherein have you been galled by the king ? Then reason wills, our hearts should be as good :What peer hath been suborn'd to grate on you ? Say you not then, our offer is compellid. That you should seal this lawless bloody book Mowb. Well, by my will, we shall admit no parley. Of forg'd rebellion with a seal divine,
West. That argues but the shame of your offence. And consecrate commotion's bitter edge ?
A rotten case abides no handling. Arch. My brother general, the commonwealth, Hast. Hath the prince John a full commission, I make my quarrel in particular.
In very ample virtue of his father, West. There is no need of any such redress ; To hear, and absolutely to determine Or, if there were, it not belongs to you.
Of what conditions we shall stand upon ? Mowb. Why not to him, in part; and to us all, West. That is intended o in the general's name : That feel the bruises of the days before;
I muses, you make so slight a question. And suffer the condition of these times,
9 Think too highly 7 Grievances.
Arch. Then take, my lord of Westmoreland, this Mowb. Your grace of York, in God's name then schedule ;
set forward. For this contains our general grievances:
Arch. Before, and greet his grace: Each several article herein redress'd ;
[Ereunt. All members of our cause, both here and hence, That are insinew'd to this action,
SCENE II. - Another Part of the Forest. Acquitted by a true substantial form; And present execution of our wills
Enter, from one side, Mowbray, the ARCHBISHOP, To us, and to our purposes, consign'd;
Hastings, and others : from the other side, PRINCE We come within our awful banks again,
John of Lancaster, WESTMORELAND, Officers, and And knit our powers to the arm of peace.
cousin Mowbray :
My lord of York, it better show'd with you,
My lord, we will do so. When that your flock, assembled by the bell,
(Exit West. Encircled you, to hear with reverence Mowb. There is a thing within my bosom, tells me Your exposition on the holy text; That no conditions of our peace can stand.
Than now to see you here an iron man, Hast. Fear you not that: if we can make our peace Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum, Upon such large terms, and so absolute,
Turning the word to sword, and life to death. As our conditions shall consist upon,
That man, that sits within a monarch's heart, Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains. And ripens in the sunshine of his favour,
Mowb. Ay, but our valuation shall be such, Would he abuse the countenance of the king, That every slight and false-derived cause,
Alack, what mischiefs might be set abroach, Yea, every idle, nice“, and wanton reason,
In shadow of such greatness! With you, lord bishop, Shall, to the king, taste of this action :
It is even so: - Who hath not heard it spoken,
The very opener, and intelligencer,
And our dull workings: 0, who shall believe, Of dainty and such picking grievances :
But you misuse the reverence of your place; For he hath found, - to end one doubt by death, Employ the countenance and grace of heaven, Revives two greater in the heirs of life.
As a false favourite doth his prince's name, And therefore will he wipe his tables 6 clean; In deeds dishonourable? You have taken up, And keep no tell-tale to his memory,
Under the counterfeited zeal of beaven, That may repeat and history his loss
The subjects of heaven's substitute, my father ; To new remembrance: For full well he knows, And, both against the peace of heaven, He cannot so precisely weed this land,
Have here up-swarm'd them. As his misdoubts present occasion :
Good my lord of Lancaster, His foes are so enrooted with his friends,
I am not here against your father's peace : That, plucking to unfix an enemy,
But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland, He doth unfasten so, and shake a friend.
The time misorder'd doth, in common sense, So that this land, like an offensive wife,
Crowd us, and crush us, to this monstrous form, That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes ; To hold our safety up. I sent your grace As he is striking, holds his infant up,
The parcels and particulars of our grief; And hangs resolv'd correction in the arm
The which hath been with scorn shov'd from the court, That was uprear'd to execution.
Whereon this hydra son of war is born : Hast. Besides, the king bath wasted all his rods Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep, On late offenders, that he now doth lack
With grant of our most just and right desires; The very instruments of chastisement:
And true obedience of this madness cur'd So that his power, like to a fangless lion,
Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty. May offer, but not hold.
Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes Arch. 'Tis very true;
To the last man, And therefore be assur'd, my good lord marshal, Hast.
And though we here fall down, If we do now make our atonement well,
We have supplies to second our attempt ; Our peace will, like a broken limb united,
If they miscarry, theirs shall second them : Grow stronger for the breaking.
And so, success 7 of mischief shall be born; Mowb.
Be it so.
And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up, Here is return'd my lord of Westmoreland. Whiles England shall have generation.
P. John. You are too shallow, Hastings, much Re-enter WESTMORELAND.
too shallow, West. The prince is here at hand: Pleaseth your To sound the bottom of the after-times. lordship,
West. Pleaseth your grace, to answer them directly, To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies? How far-forth you do like their articles ? 4 Trivial,
5 Insignificant 6 Book for memorandums.
P. John. I like them all, and do allow them well: West. Good tidings, my lord Hastings; for the And swear here by the honour of my blood,
which My father's purposes have been mistook ;
I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason : And some about him have too lavishly
And you, lord archbishop, and you, lord Mowbray, Wrested his meaning and authority. —
Of capital treason I attach you both. My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd ; Morb. Is this proceeding just and honourable ? Upon my soul they shall. If this may please you, West. Is your assembly so ? Discharge your powers unto their several counties, Arch. Will you thus break your faith? As we will ours : and here, between the armies P. John.
I pawn'd thee none : Let's drink together friendly, and embrace ; I promis'd you redress of these same grievances, That all their eyes may bear those tokens home, Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour, Of our restored love, and amity:
I will perform with a most Christian care. Arch. I take your princely word for these redresses. But, for you, rebels, – look to taste the due
P. John. I give it you, and will maintain my word; Meet for rebellion, and such acts as yours. And thereupon I drink unto your grace.
Most shallowly did you these arms commence, Hast. Go, captain, [To an Officer. ] and deliver Fondlybrought here, and foolishly sent bence. to the army
Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray ; This news of peace ; let them have pay, and part: Heaven, and not we, have safely fought to-day. I know it will well please them ; Hie thee, captain. Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
(Erit Officer. Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath. Arch. To you, my noble lord of Westmoreland.
[Exeunt. West. I pledge your grace : And, if you know what pains
Another Part of the Forest. I have bestow'd, to breed this present peace,
Alarums : Ercursions. Enter FALSTAFF and You would drink freely : but my love to you
Fal. What's your name, sir ? of what condition West.
I am glad of it:
are you; and of what place, I pray ? Health to my lord, and gentle cousin, Mowbray.
Cole. I am a knight, sir; and my name is Mowb. You wish me health in very happy season ;
Colevile of the dale.
Fal. Well then, Colevile is your name; a knight For I am, on the sudden, something ill. Arch. Against ill chances, men are ever merry ;
is your degree; and your place, the dale: Colevile But heaviness foreruns the good event.
shall still be your name, –a traitor your degree; West. Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden and the dungeon your place, - a place deep enough;
so shall you still be Colevile of the dale. Serves to say thus, – Some good thing comes to
Cole. Are not you sir John Falstaff ?
Fal. As good a man as he, sir, whoe'er I am. Arch. Believe me, I am passing light in spirit.
Do ye yield, sir ? or shall I sweat for you? If I do Mowb. So much the worse, if your own rule be sweat, they are drops of thy lovers, and they weep
for thy death : therefore rouse up fear and trembling,
[Shouts within. P. John. The word of peace is render'd ; Hark, and do observance to my mercy.
Cole. I think, you are sir John Falstaff; and, in how they shout! Mowb. This had been cheerful, after victory.
that thought, yield me. Arch. A peace is of the nature of a conquest ;
Fa. I have a whole school of tongues in this For then both parties nobly are subdued,
belly of mine ; and not a tongue of them all speaks And neither party loser.
any other word but my name. An I had but a belly P. John. Go, my lord,
of any indifferency, I were simply the most active And let our army be discharged too. —
fellow in Europe : - Here comes our general.
(Erit WESTMORELAND. And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains
Enter PRINCE JOHN of Lancaster, WESTMORELAND, March by us; that we may peruse the men
and others. We should have cop'd withal.
P.John. The heat is past, follow no further now;Arch.
Go, good lord Hastings, Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland. And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by.
[Exit WESTMORELAND. ( Exit Hastings. Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while ? P. John. I trust, my lords, we shall lie to-night When every thing is ended, then you come : together. —
These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life,
One time or other break some gallows' back.
Fal. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be West. The leaders, having charge from you to thus; I never knew yet, but rebuke and check was stand,
the reward of valour. Do you think me a swallow, Will not go off until they hear you speak.
an arrow, or a bullet ? have I, in my poor and old P. John. They know their duties.
motion, the expedition of thought? I have speeded
hither with the very extremest inch of possibility : Re-enter Hastings.
I have foundered nine-score and odd posts; and Hast. My lord, our army is dispers'd already:
here, travel-tainted as I am, have, in my pure and Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses immaculate valour, taken sir John Colevile of the East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up, dale, a most furious knight, and valorous enemy: Each hurries towards his home, and sporting-place. 8 Approve.