Of dainty and such picking' grievances: To new remembrance: For full well he knows, In deeds dishonourable? You have taken up,' Arch. Good my lord of Lancaster, I am not here against your father's peace: The which hath been with scorn shov'd from the Whereon this Hydra son of war is born: Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep, Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods And true obedience of this madness cur'd, To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies? Mowb. Your grace of York, in god's name then set forward. Arch. Before, and greet his grace:-my lord, we come. Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty. Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes To the last man. Hast. And though we here fall down : P. John. You are too shallow, Hastings, much To sound the bottom of the after-times. How far forth you do like their articles? And swear here by the honour of my blood, My father's purposes have been mistook; [Exeunt. And some about him have too lavishly Wrested his meaning, and authority.SCENE II-Another part of the forest. Enter My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd; from one side, Mowbray, the Archbishop, Hast- Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you, ings, and others; from the other side, Prince Discharge your powers unto their several counJohn of Lancaster, Westmoreland, officers, and attendants. P. John. You are well encounter'd here, cousin Mowbray : ties, As we will ours: and here, between the armies, Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop ;- (1) Piddling, insignificant. Arch. I take your princely word for these redresses. P. John. I give it you, and will maintain my word: (4) Labours of thought. (7) Approve. (6) Succession. East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up, I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason:- [Exeunt. SCENE III-Another part of the Forest.Alarums: Excursions. Enter Falstaff and Colevile, meeting. Fal. What's your name, sir? of what condition are you; and of what place, I pray? Cole. Are not you sir John Falstaff? Fal. As good a man as he, sir, whoe'er I am. Do ye yield, sir? or shall I sweat for you? If I do sweat, they are drops of thy lovers, and they weep for thy death: therefore rouse up fear and trembling, and do observance to my mercy. Cole. I think, you are sir John Falstaff; and, in that thought, yield me. Fal. I have a whole school of tongues in this belly of mine; and not a tongue of them all speaks any other word but my name. An I had but a belly of any indifferency, I were simply the most active fellow in Europe: My womb, my womb, my womb, undoes me.-Here comes our general. Enter Prince John of Lancaster, Westmoreland, and others. P. John. The heat is past, follow no further now ; Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.— Fal. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus; I never knew yet, but rebuke and check was the reward of valour. Do you think me a swallow, an arrow, or a bullet? have I, in my poor and old motion, the expedition of thought? I have speeded hither with the very extremest inch of possibility I have foundered nine-score and odd posts: and here, travel-tainted as I am, have, in my pure and immaculate valour, taken sir John Colevile of the dale, a most furious knight, and valorous enemy: But what of that? he saw me, and yielded; that may justly say with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome,-I came, saw, and overcame. I P. John. It was more of his courtesy than your deserving. Fal. I know not; here he is, and here I yield him and I beseech your grace, let it be booked with the rest of this day's deeds; or, by the Lord, I will have it in a particular ballad else, with mine own picture on the top of it, Colevile kissing my foot: To the which course if I be enforced, if you do not all show like gilt two-pences to me; and I, in the clear sky of fame, o'ershine you as much as the full moon doth the cinders of the element, which show like pins' heads to her; believe not the word of the noble: therefore let me have right, and let desert mount. P. John. Thine's too heavy to mount. P. John. Thine's too thick to shine. Cole. I am a knight, sir; and my name is-thou, like a kind fellow, gavest thyself away; and Colevile of the dale. Fal. Well then, Colevile is your name; a knight is your degree; and your place, the dale: Colevile shall still be your name;-a traitor your degree; and the dungeon your place,-a place deep enough; so shall you still be Colevile of the dale. (1) Each army, (2) Young bullocks. I thank thee for thee. Re-enter Westmoreland. P. John. Now, have you left pursuit? (3) Foolishly. To York, to present execution:- And now despatch we toward the court, my I hear, the king my father is sore sick: Fal. My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go through Glostershire: and, when you come to court, stand my good lord, pray, in your good report. P. John. Fare you well, Falstaff: I in my condition," SCENE IV.-Westminster. A room in the palace. Enter King Henry, Clarence, Prince Humphrey, Warwick, and others. K. Hen. Now, lords, if heaven doth give suc cessful end 6 To this debate that bleedeth at our doors, K. Hen. Humphrey, my son of Gloster, K. Hen. And how accompanied? P. Humph. No, my good lord; he is in presence Shall better speak of you than you deserve. [Exit. Fal. I would you had but the wit; 'twere better than your dukedom.-Good faith, this same young sober-blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man cannot make him laugh;-but that's no marvel, he drinks no wine. There's never any of these demure boys come to any proof: for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood, and making many fishmeals, that they fall into a kind of male green-sickness; and then, when they marry, they get wenches: they are generally fools and cowards;-which some of us should be too, but for inflammation. A good sherris-sack hath a two-fold operation in it: i ascends me into the brain; dries me there all the foolish, and dull, and crudy vapours which enveron it makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes; which delivered o'er to the voice, (the tongue,) which is He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas; the birth, becomes excellent wit. The second pro- Thou hast a better place in his affection, perty of your excellent sherris is, the warming of Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy; the blood; which, before cold and settled, left the And noble offices thou may'st effect liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusilla- Of mediation, after I am dead, Cla. What would my lord and father? K. Hen. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of How chance, thou art not with the prince thy nimity and cowardice: but the sherris warms it, Between his greatness and thy other brethren :and makes it course from the inwards to the parts Therefore, omit him not; blunt not his love: extreme. It illumineth the face; which, as a bea-Nor lose the good advantage of his grace, con, gives warning to all the rest of this little king- By seeming cold, or careless of his will. dom, man, to arm and then the vital commoners, For he is gracious, if he be observ'd;" and inland petty spirits, muster me all to their cap- He hath a tear for pity, and a hand tain, the heart; who, great, and puffed up with Open as day for melting charity: this retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint; valour comes of sherris: So that skill in the wea- As humorous as winter, and as sudden pon is nothing, without sack; for that sets it a- As flaws congealed in the spring of day. : work and learning, a mere hoard of gold kept by His temper, therefore, must be well observ'd: a devil; till sack commences it, and sets it in act Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, and use. Hereof comes it, that prince Harry is When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth: valiant: for the cold blood he did naturally inherit But, being moody, give him line and scope; of his father, he hath, like lean, steril, and bare Till that his passions, like a whale on ground, land, manured, husbanded, and tilled, with excel- Confound themselves with working. Learn this, lent endeavour of drinking good, and good store of Thomas, fertile sherris, that he is become very hot, and va- And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends; liant. If I had a thousand sons, the first human A hoop of gold, to bind thy brothers in; principle I would teach them, should be,-to for- That the united vessels of their blood, swear thin potations, and addict themselves to Mingled with venom of suggestion, sack. (As, force perforce, the age will pour it in,) Shall never leak, though it do work as strong As aconitum, or rash gunpowder. Cla. I shall observe him with all care and love. Cla. He is not there to-day; he dines in London. Cla. With Poins, and other his continual followers. K. Hen. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; (6) Ready, prepared. (7) Has an attention shown him. And he, the noble image of my youth, Is overspread with them: Therefore my grief The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape, West. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up! War. Be patient, princes; you do know, these fits Are with his highness very ordinary. Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well. War. My gracious lord, you look beyond him Unfather'd heirs, and loathly birds of nature: quite: The prince but studies his companions, guage, 'Tis needful, that the most immodest word Be look'd upon, and learn'd: which once attain'd, By which his grace must mete the lives of others; K. Hen. 'Tis seldom, when the bee doth leave In the dead carrion.-Who's here? Westmoreland? Enter Westmoreland. The seasons change their manners, as the year' over. Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb be- And the old folk, time's doting chronicles, That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died. K. Hen. I pray you, take me up, and bear me Into some other chamber: softly, 'pray. [They convey the king into an inner part of the room, and place him on a bed. Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends; Unless some dull' and favourable hand West. Health to my sovereign! and new happi- Will whisper music to my weary spirit. ness Added to that that I am to deliver! Prince John, your son, doth kiss your grace's hand: K. Hen. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer Which ever in the haunch of winter sings Enter Harcourt. Har. From enemies heaven keep your majesty; The earl Northumberland, and the lord Bardolph, K. Hen. And wherefore should these good news Will Fortune never come with both hands full, [Swoons. O my royal father! P. Humph. Comfort, your majesty! (1) The detail contained in prince John's letter. War. Call for the music into the other room. P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the hearing it. With joy, he will recover without physic. The king your father is dispos'd to sleep. P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the (6) An historical fact, on October 12, 1411. Perforce must move.-My gracious lord! my fa-With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither. K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away the crown? ther! This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep, Into one giant arm, it shall not force This lineal honour from me: This from thee Re-enter Warwick, and the rest. [Exit. Cla. K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my liege, He is not here. War. This door is open; he is gone this way. P. Humph. He came not through the chamber where we stay'd. K. Hen. Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow? War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here. K. Hen. The prince hath ta'en it hence :-go, Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither. How quickly nature falls into revolt, For this the foolish over-careful fathers I Re-enter Prince Henry. Lo, where he comes.-Come hither to me, Harry:- [Exe. Clarence, Prince Humphrey, Lords, &c. P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought: stay too long by thee, I weary thee. That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours Have broke their sleep with thoughts their brains The muzzle off restraint, and the wild dog with care, Their bones with industry; For this they have engrossed and pil'd up, Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, Shall flesh his tooth in every innocent. The moist impediments unto my speech, |