Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die. [Dies. Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood: Both have I spilt; 0, would the deed were good! For now the devil, that told me I did well, Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell. This dead king to the living king I'll bear ?— Take hence the rest, and give them burial here. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-Windsor. Flourish. A Room in the Castle. Enter Bolingbroke and York, with Lords and Attendants. Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear, Is that the rebels have consum'd with fire Our town of Cicester in Glostershire; But whether they be ta'en, or slain, we hear not. Enter Northumberland. Welcome, my lord: What is the news? The heads of Brocas, and Sir Bennet Seely; Enter Percy, with the Bishop of Carlisle. Percy. The grand conspirator, abbot of Westminster, With clog of conscience, and sour melancholy, Enter Exton, with Attendants bearing a coffin. A deed of slander, with thy fatal hand, this deed. Boling. They love not poison that do poison need, North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all And to thy worth will add right worthy gains. Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV. [Exeunt. And breathe short-winded accents of new broils Enter King Henry, Westmoreland, Sir Walter Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; Blunt, and others. K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, No more shall trenching war channel her fields, All of one nature, of one substance bred,- West. My liege, this haste was hot in question, In cradle-clothes our children where they lay, Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners, West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is Worcester, Malevolent to you in all aspects; Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity. K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this; Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. Another Room in the Enter Henry, Prince of Wales, and Falstaff. K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of this tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping broil Brake off our business for the Holy land. West. This, match'd with other, did, my gracious For more uneven and unwelcome news Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour; And shape of likelihood, the news was told; K. Hen. Here is a dear and true industrious friend, Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, Mordake the earl of Fife, and eldest son It is a conquest for a prince to boast of. K. Hen. Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, and mak'st me sin In envy that my lord Northumberland A son, who is the theme of honour's tongue; Of my young Harry. O, that it could be prov'd, houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame colour'd taffata; I see no reason, why thou should'st be so superfluous to demand the time of the day. Fal. Indeed, you come near me, now, Hal for we, that take purses, go by the moon and seven stars; and not by Phoebus,-he, that wandering knight so fair. And, I pray thee, sweet wag, when thou art king,-as, God save thy grace, (majesty, I should say; for grace thou wilt have none,). P. Hen. What! none ? Fal. No, by my troth; not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg and butter. P. Hen. Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us, that are squires of the night's body, be called thieves of the day's beauty; let us be-Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon: And let men say, we be men of good government; being governed as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we-steal. P. Hen. Thou say'st well; and it holds well too for the fortune of us, that are the moon's men, doth ebb and flow like the sea; being governed as the sea is, by the moon. As, for proof, now: A purse of gold most resolutely snatched on Monday night, and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morn. ing; got with swearing-lay by; and spent with crying bring in now, in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder: and, by and by, in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows. Fal. By the lord, thou say'st true, lad. And is not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench? P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance? Fal. How now, how now, mad wag? what, in thy quips, and thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a buff jerkin? P. Hen. Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern? Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning, many a time and oft. P. Hen. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part? Y all there. P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch; and, where it would not, I have used my credit. Fal. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders riding to London with fat purses: I have visors for you all, you have horses for yourselves; Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester; I have bespoke supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap; we Fal. Yea, and so used it, that were it not here may do it as secure as sleep: If you will go, I will apparent that thou art heir apparent,-Rut I pr'y-stuif your purses full of crowns; if you will not, thee, sweet wag, shall there be gallows standing in tarry at home, and be hanged. England when thou art king? and resolution thus fobbed as it is, with the rusty curb of old father antick the law? Do not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief. P. Hen. No; thou shalt. Fal. Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave judge. P. Hen. Thou judgest false already; I mean, thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and so become a rare hangman. Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with my humour, as well as waiting in the court, I can tell you. P. Hen. For obtaining of suits? Ful. Yea, for obtaining of suits: whereof the hangman hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as melancholy as a gib cat, or a lugged bear. P. Hen. Or an old lion; or a lover's lute. Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bag. pipe. P. Hen. What say'st thou to a hare, or the melancholy of Moor-ditch? Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes; and art, indeed, the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young prince,-But, Hal, I pr'ythee, trouble me no more with vanity. I would to God, thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought: An old lord of the council rated me the other day in the street about you, sir; but I marked him not: and yet he talked very wisely; but I regarded him not: and yet he talked wisely, and in the street too. P. Hen. Thou did'st well; for wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it. Fal. O, thou hast damnable iteration: and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me, Hal,-God forgive thee for it! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give it over; by the Lord, an I do not, I am a villain; I'll be damned, for never a king's son in Christendom. P. Hen. Where shall we take a purse to-morrow, Jack? Fal. Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one; an I do not, call me villain, and baffle me. P. Hen. I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying, to purse-taking. Enter Poins, at a distance. Fal. Hear me, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go not, I'll hang you for going. Poins. You will, chops? Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one? P. Hen. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith. Fal. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings. P. Hen. Well, then, once in my days I'll be a mad-cap. Fal. Why, that's well said. P. Hen. Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home. Fal. By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou art king. P. Hen. I care not. Poins. Sir John, I pr'ythee, leave the prince and me alone; I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure, that he shall go. Fal. Well, may'st thou have the spirit of persua sion, and he the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest may move, and what he hears may be believed, that the true prince may (for recreation sake) prove a false thief; for the poor abuses of the time want countenance. Farewell: You shall find me in Eastcheap. P. Hen. Farewell, thou latter spring! Farewell, All-hallown summer! [Exit Falstaff. Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us to-morrow; I have a jest to execute, that I cannot manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto, and Gadshill, shall rob those men that we have already way-laid; yourself, and I, will not be there: and when they have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head from my shoulders. P. Hen. But how shall we part with them in setting forth? Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at our pleasure to fail: and then will they adventure upon the exploit themselves; which they shall have no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon them. P. Hen. Ay, but 'tis like, that they will know us, by our horses, by our habits, and by every other appointment, to be ourselves. Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see, I'll tie them in the wood; our visors we will change, after we leave them; and, sirrah, I have cases of Luckram for the nonce, to inmask our noted outward garments. Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. Poins!-us. Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a match. O, if men were to be saved by merit, what hole in hell were hot enough for him? This is the most omnipotent villain that ever cried, Stand, to a true man. P. Hen. Good morrow, Ned. P. Hen. But, I doubt, they will be too hard for Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be as true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will tell us, when we meet at supper: how Poins. Good morrow, sweet Hal.-What says thirty, at least, he fought with; what wards, what monsieur Remorse? What says sir John Sack-blows, what extremities he endured; and, in the and-Sugar? Jack, how agrees the devil and thee reproof of this, lies the jest. about thy soul, that thou soldest him on Goodfriday last, for a cup of Madeira, and a cold capon's leg? P. Hen. Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs, he will give the devil his due. Poins. Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil. P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee; provide us all things necessary, and meet me to-morrow night in Eastcheap, there I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit Poins. P. Hen. I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness; Yet herein will I imitate the sun; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Poins. But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow-morn-Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, ing, by four o'clock, early at Gadshill: There are By breaking through the foul and ugly mists P. Hen. Else he had been damned for cozening the devil. Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him. And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman, But, when they seldom come, they wish'd-for coine, And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. [Exit. SCENE III.-The sume. Another Room in the Palace. Enter King Henry, Northumberland, Worcester, Hotspur, Sir Walter Blunt, and others. Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise; Whatever Harry Percy then had said, K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and tem-To do him wrong, or any way impeach perate, Unapt to stir at these indignities, And you have found me; for, accordingly, serves The scourge of greatness to be used on it; North. My lord, What then he said, so he unsay it now. K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners; K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I see Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost danger And disobedience in thine eye: O, sir, Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held He gave his nose, and took't away again ;- With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me; among the rest, demanded My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf. I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience, He should, or he should not ;-for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, To ransom home revolted Mortimer. Hot. Revolted Mortimer! He never did fall off, my sovereign liege, But by the chance of war ;-To prove that true, Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him, He never did encounter with Glendower; He durst as well have met the devil alone, [Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and Train. Hot. Re-enter Worcester Speak of Mortimer? Wor. I cannot blame him: Was he not pro- By Richard that dead is, the next of blood? From whence he, intercepted, did return I'll keep them all; And lend no ear unto my purposes.- Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat- I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's To keep his anger still in motion. wide mouth Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of. Hot. But, soft, I pray you: Did king Richard Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer North. He did; myself did hear it. The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather ?- Wor. Wor. Cousin; a word. Hear you, Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy, Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, Art thou, to break into this woman's mood; Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear In Richard's time,- What do you call the place ?- Hot. You say true: Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! me! Which I shall send you written,-be assur'd, Send danger from the east unto the west, North. Imagination of some great exploit Hot. Of York, is't not? His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop. 1 |