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when thieves cannot be true to one another ! our horses down the hill; we'll walk afoot a [They whistle.] Whew !-A plague upon you while, and ease our legs. all! Give me my horse, you rogues; give me
Thieves. Stand. my horse, and be hanged.
Trav. Jesu bless us ! P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-guts ! lie down; lay Ful. Strike; down with them ; cut the vilthine ear close to the ground, and list if thou lains' throats: Ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacanst hear the tread of travellers.
con-fed knaves ! they hate us youth : down with Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, them; fleece them. being down? 'Sblood, I'll not bear my own i Trav. O, we are undone, both we and ours, flesh so far afoot again, for all the coin in thy for ever. father's exchequer. What a plague mean ye to Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves; Are ye uncolt me thus?
done ? No, ye fat chuffs ; I would, your store P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou were here ! On, bacons, on! What, ye knaves ? art uncolted.
young men must live: You are grand-jurors, Fal. I pr’ythee, good prince Hal, help me to are ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith. my horse; gocel king's son.
[Exeunt Falstaff, fc. driving the TraP. Hen. Out, you rogue, shall I be your
vellers out. ostler! Fal. Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-appa
NRY and Poins. rent garters! If I be ta’en, l’il peach for this. P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true men: An I have not ballads made on you all, and sung Now could thou and I rob the thieves, and go to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison : merrily to London, it would be argument for When a jest is so forward, and afoot too, I a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest hate it.
Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming. Enter GADSHILL. Gads. Stand.
Re-enter Thieves. Fal. So I do, against my will.
Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and then Poins. 0, 'tis our setter : I know his voice. to horse before day. An the prince and Poins
be not two arrant cowards, there's no equity Enter BARDOLPH.
stirring: there's no more valour in that Poins, Bard. What news?
than in a wild duck. Gads. Case ye, case ye; on with your visors ; P. Hen. Your money. there's money of the king's coming down the hill;
[Rushing out upon them. ’tis going to the king's exchequer.
Poins. Villains. Fal
. You lie, you rogue; 'tis going to the [As they are sharing, the Prince and king's tavern.
Poins set upon them. Falstaff, after Gads. There's enough to make us all.
a blow or two, and the rest, run away, Fal. To be hanged.
leaving their booty behind theni.] P. Hen. Sirs, you four shall front them in the P. Hen. Got with much ease. Now merrily narrow lane; Ned Poins and I will walk lower :
to horse: if they 'scape from your encounter, then they The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with fear Light on us.
So strongly, that they dare not meet each other ; Peto. How many be there of them?
Each takes his fellow for an officer. Gads. Some eight or ten.
Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death, Ful. Zounds! will they not rob us?
And lards the lean earth as he walks along: P. Hen. What, a coward, sir John Paunch ? Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him.
Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your Poins. How the rogue roar'd! [Excunt. grandfather ; but yet no coward, Hal.
P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof. SCENE III.-Warkworth. A room in the castle.
Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge ; when thou needest him, there thou
Enter Hotspur, reading a letter. shalt find him. Farewell, and stand fast. -But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be
Fal. Now cannot I strike hiin, if I should be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I hanged.
bear your house.-He could be contented.-Why P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises ? is he not then? In respect of the love he bears Poins. Here, hard by ; stand close.
our house:-he shows in this, he loves his own [Exeunt P. Henry and Poins. barn better than he loves our house. Let me see Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his some more. The purpose you undertake is dangerdole, say I ; every man to his business. ous ; —Why, that's certain ; 'tis dangerous to
take a cold, to sleep, to drink: but I tell you, Enter Travellers.
my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck 1 Trav. Come, neighbour ; the boy shall lead this flower, safety. The purpose you undertake,
is dangerous ; the friends you have named, uncer- Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, tain ; 'the time itself, unsorted ; and your whole And I must know it, else he loves me not. plot too light, for the counterpoise of so great an Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packet opposition.-Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow, cowardly hind, and lie. What a lack-brain is this? By the
Enter Servant. you Lord, our plot is as good a plot as ever was Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago. laid ; our friends true and constant: a good plot, Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from good friends, and full of expectation : an ex
the sheriff? cellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty- Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even spirited rogue is this? Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and the general course of the Hot. What horse ? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not? action. Zounds, an I were now by this rascal, Serv. It is, my lord. I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there Hot. That roan shall be my throne. not my father, my uncle, and myself? lord Ed- Well, I will back him straight : 0 esperance ! mund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. Glendower? Is there not, beside, the Douglas ?
[Erit Servant. Have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms Lady. But hear you, my lord. by the ninth of the next month ? and are they Hot. What say’st, my lady? not, some of them, set forward already? What Lady. What is it carries you away? a pagan rascal is this ? an infidel? Ha! you shall Hot. My horse, see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, My love, my horse. will he to the king, and lay open all our pro- Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape ! ceedings. O, I could divide myself, and go to A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen, buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed milk As you are toss'd with. In faith, with so honourable an action ! Hang him ! let I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. him tell the king: We are prepared : I will set I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir forward to-night.
About his title ; and hath sent for you,
To line his enterprize: But if you go
Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. How now, Kate? I must leave
within these Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, answer me two hours.
Directly to this question that I ask. Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, alone ?
An if thou wilt not tell me all things true. For what offence have I, this fortnight, been Hot. Away, A banished woman from my Harry's bed ? Away, you trifler !-Love?-I love thee not, Tell me, sweet lord, what 'is't, that takes from I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world, thee
To play with mammets, and to tilt with lips: Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? We must have bloody noses, and crack'd crowns, Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth; And pass them current too.—Gods me, my And start so often, when thou sit'st alone ?
horse !Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks ; What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou And given my treasures, and my rights of thee, have with me? To thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy? Lady. Do you not love me? do you not, inIn thy faint slumbers I by thee bave watch'd,
deed? And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars : Well, do not then; for, since you love me not, Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed; I will not love myself. Do you not love me? Cry, Courage !-to the field! And thou hast Nay, tell me, if you speak in jest, or no. talk'd
Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride? Of sallies, and retires ; of trenches, tents, And when I am o'horse-back, I will swear Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets ;
I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate ; Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin;
I must not have you henceforth question me Of prisoners' ransome, and of soldiers slain, Whither I go, nor reason whereabout: And all the 'currents of a heady fight.
Whither I must, I must ; and to conclude, Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war, This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate. And thus hath so bestir'd thee in thy sleep, I know you wise ; but yet no further wise, That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow, Than Harry Percy's wife : constant you are ; Like bubbles in a late disturbed stream: But yet a woman: and for secrecy, And in thy face strange motions have appear'd, No lady closer; for I well believe, Such as we see, when men restrain their breath Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; On some great sudden haste. O, what portents And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate! are these?
Lady. How! so far?
Hot. Not an inch farther. But hark you, , the clinking of pewter. But, Francis, darest Kate?
thou be so valiant, as to play the coward with Whither I go, thither shall you go too ; thy indenture, and to shew it a fair pair of heels, To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you. and run from it? Will this content you, Kate ?
Fran. O lord, sir ! I'll be sworn upon all the Lady. It must, of force.
[Exeunt. books in England, I could find in my heart
Poins. [Within.] Francis ! SCENE IV.—Eastcheap: A room in the Boar's Fran. Anon, anon, sir. Head Tavern.
P. Hen. How old art thou, Francis ?
Fran. Let me see,-About Michaelmas next Enter Prince HENRY and Poins.
I shall be P. Hen. Ned, pr’ythee, come out of that fat Poins. [Within.] Francis ! room, and lend me thy hand to laugh a little. Fran. Anon, sir.–Pray you, stay a little, my Poins. Where hast been, Hal ?
lord. P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, a- P. Hen. Nay, but hark you, Francis : For mongst three or four score hogsheads. I have the sugar thou gavest me,-'twas a pennyworth, sounded the very base string of humility. Sir- was't not? rah, I am sworn brother to a leash of drawers; Fran. O lord, sir! I would, it had been two. and can call them all by their Christian names, P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand as-Tom, Dick, and Francis. They take it al- pound: ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt ready upon their salvation, that, though I be have it. but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of cour- Poins. [Within.] Francis ! tesy; and tell me flatly, I am no proud Jack, Fran. Anon, anon. like Falstaff; but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, P. Hen. Anon, Francis ? No, Francis : but a good boy, --by the Lord, so they call me; and to-morrow, Francis ; or, Francis, on Thursday; when I am king of England, I shall command or, indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But, Franall the good lads in Eastcheap. They call— cis,drinking deep, dying scarlet : and when you Fran. My lord ? breathe in your watering, they cry—hem ! and P. Hen. Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, bid you play it off.—To conclude, I am so good crystal-button, nott-pated, agate-ring, pukea proficient in one quarter of an hour, that I can stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanishdrink with any tinker in his own language du- pouch,ring my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost Fran. O lord, sir, who do you mean? much honour, that thou wert not with me in P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard is this action. But, sweet Ned,—to sweeten which your only drink : for, look you, Francis, your name of Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of white canvas doublet will suliy: in Barbary, sir, sugar, clapped even now in my hand by an un- it cannot come to so much. der-skinker; one that never spake other English Fran. What, sir? in his life, than-Eight shillings and sixpence, Poins. [Within.] Francis ! and-You are welcome ; with this shrill addi- P. Hen. Away, you rogue; Dost thou not tion, ---Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint of bastard hear them call ? in the Half-moon, or so. But, Ned, to drive [Here they both call him; the Drawer away the time till Falstaff come, I pr’ythee, do
stands amazed, not knowing which way thou stand in some by-room, while I question my puny drawer to what end he gave me the sugar; and do thou never leave calling-Fran
Enter Vintner. cis, that his tale to me may be nothing but Vint. What! stand’st thou still, and hear'st anon. Step aside, and I'll show thee a prece- such a calling? Look to the guests within.
[Erit Fran. My lord, old sir John, with half Poins. Francis !
a dozen more, are at the door; Shall I let them P. Hen. Thou art perfect.
in ? Poins. Francis !
[Exit Poins. P. Hen. Let them alone awhile, and then
open the door. [Exit Vintner.) Poins ! Enter FRANCIS. Fran. Anon, anon, sir.-Look down into the
Poins. Anon, anon, sir. P. Hen. Come hither, Francis.
P. Hen. Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the
thieves are at the door ; Shall we be merry ? P. Hen. How long hast thou to serve, Francis? Poins. As merry as crickets, my lad. But Fran. Forsooth, five year, and as much as to hark ye ; What cunning match have you made Poins. [Within.] Francis !
with this jest of the drawer ; come, what's the
issue? P. Hen. Five years! by’rlady, a long lease for
P. Hen. I am now of all humours, that have
Fran. My lord.
Fran. Anon, anon, sir.
shewed themselves humours, since the old days Fal. I call thee coward ! I'll see thee damned of goodman Adam, to the pupil age of this pre- ere I call thee coward: but I would give a thousent twelve o'clock at midnight. [Re-enter sand pound, I could run as fast as thou canst. Francis, with wine. J What's o'clock, Francis ? You are straight enough in the shoulders, you Fran. Anon, anon, sir.
care not who sees your back: Call you that P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have backing of your friends? A plague upon such fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of a backing! give me them that will face me.woman !-His industry is—upstairs, and down- Give me a cup of sack :-I am a rogue, if I stairs; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning drunk to-day. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of P. Hen. Ó villain! thy lips are scarce wiped the north; he, that kills me some six or seven since thou drunk'st last. dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, Fal. All's one for that. A plague of all cor. and says to his wife,-Fye upon this quiet life! ards, still say I.
[He drinks. I want work. () my sweet Harry, says she, how P. Hen. What's the matter? many hast thou killed to-day? Give my roan Fal. What's the matter? there be four of us horse a drench, says he; and answers, Some here have ta’en a thousand pound this morning. fourteen, an hour after ; a trifle, a trifle. I P. Hen. Where is it, Jack? where is it? pr’ythee, call in Falstaff; I'll play Percy, and Fal. Where is it? taken from us it is: 8 that damned brawn shall play dame Mortimer hundred upon poor four of us. his wife. Rivo, says the drunkard. Call in ribs, P. Hen. What, a hundred, man? call in tallow.
Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword
with a dozen of them two hours together. I Enter Falstaff, Godshill, BARDOLPH, and have 'scap'd by miracle. I am eight times PETO.
thrust through the doublet; four, through the
hose ; my buckler cut through and through; my Poins. Welcome, Jack. Where hast thou been? sword hacked like a hand-saw, ecce signum. Í
Fal. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a never dealt better since I was a man: all would Vengeance too! marry, and amen !-Give me a not do. A plague of all cowards ! -Let them cup of sack, boy:-Ere I lead this life long, I'll speak: if they speak more or less than truth, sew nether-stocks, and mend them, and foot | they are villains, and the sons of darkness. them too. A plague of all cowards !–Give me P. Hen. Speak, sirs; how was it? сир of sack, rogue.--Is there no virtue extant? Gads. We four set upon some dozen,
[He drinks. Fal. Sixteen, at least, my lord. P. Hen. Didst thou never see Titan kiss a Gads. And bound them. dish of butter ? pitiful-hearted Titan, that melt- Peto. No, no, they were not bound. ed at the sweet tale of the son? If thou didst, Fal. You rogue, they were bound, every man then behold that compound.
of them; or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. Fal. You rogue, here's lime in this sack too : Gads. As we were sharing, some six or seven There is nothing but roguery to be found in fresh men set upon us,villainous man: yet a coward' is worse than a Fal. And unbound the rest, and then come cup of sack with lime in it; a villainous cow in the other. ard.-Go thy ways, old Jack; die when thou P. Hen. What, fought ye with them all? wilt ; if manhood, good manhood, be not forgot Fal. All? I know not what ye call, all; but upon the face of the earth, then am I a shotten if I fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch herring. There live not three good men un- of radish: if there were not two or three and hanged in England ; and one of them is fat, and fifty upon poor old Jack, then am I no two-les. grows old : God help the while ! a bad world, I ged creature. say! I would I were a weaver ; I could sing Poins. Pray God, you have not murdered psalms or any thing: A plague of all cowards, I some of them.
Fal. Nay, that's past praying for: for I have P. Hen. How now, wool-sack ? what mutter peppered two of them: two, I am sure, I have
paid ; two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee Fal. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out what, Hal,—if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward ;all thy subjects afore thee like a flock of wild here I lay, and thus ! bore my point. Four geese, I'll never wear hair on my face more. rogues in buckram let drive at me, You prince of Wales !
P. Hen. What, four ? thou said'st but two, P. Hen. Why, you whoreson round man ! what's the matter?
Fal. Four, Hal; I told thee four. Fal. Are you not a coward ? answer me to Poins. Ay, ay, he said four. and Poins there?
Fal. These four came all a-front, and mainly Poins. 'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me thrust at me. I made me no more ado, but coward, I'll stab thee.
took all their seven points in my target, thus.
P. Hen. Seven? why, there were but four, | roared, as ever I heard bull-calf. What a slave
art thou, to hack thy sword as thou hast done ; Fal. In buckram.
and then say, it was in fight! What trick, what Poins. Ay, four, in buckram suits.
device, what starting-hole, canst thou now find Fal. Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain out, to hide thee from this open and apparent else.
shame? P. Hen. Pr’ythee, let him alone; we shall Poins. Come, let's hear, Jack: What trick have more anon.
hast thou now? Fal. Dost thou hear me, Hal?
Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye, as well as he P. Hen. Ay, and mark thee too, Jack. that made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters: Was Fal. Do so, for it is worth the listening to. it for me to kill the heir-apparent ? Should I These nine in buckram, that I told thee of, - turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest, P. Hen. So, two more already.
I am as valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct; Fal. Their points being broken,
the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct Poins. Down fell their hose.
is a great matter; I was a coward on instinct. Fal. Began to give me ground : But I follow. I shall think the better of myself and thee, dued me close, came in foot and hand ; and, with ring my life ; 1, for a valiant lion, and thou for & thought, seven of the eleven I paid.
a true prince. But, by the Lord, lads, I am glad P. Hen. O monstrous ! eleven buckram men you have the money.-Hostess, clap to the doors; grown out of two !
watch to-night, pray to-morrow.-Gallants, lads, Fal. But, as the devil would have it, three boys, hearts of gold, All the titles of good felmisbegotten knaves, in Kendal green, came at lowship come to you! What, shall we be merry? my back, and let drive at me;- for it was so shall we have a play extempore ? dark, Hal, that thou couldst not see thy hand. P. Hen. Content ;-and the argument shall
P. Hen. These lies are like the father that be thy running away. begets them; gross as a mountain, open, pal- Fal. Ah ! no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest pable. Why, thou clay-brained guts; thou me. knotty-pated fool; thou whoreson, obscene,
Enter Hostess. greasy tallow-keech,
Fal. What, art thou mad? art thou mad ? is Host. My lord the prince, not the truth, the truth?
P. Hen. How now, my lady the hostess ? P. Hen. Why, how could'st thou know these what say'st thou to me? men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou Host. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of could'st not see thy hand? come tell us your the court at door, would speak with you: he reason; What sayest thou to this?
says he comes from your father. Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason. P. Hen. Give him as much as will make him
Fal. What, upon compulsion ? No; were I a royal man, and send him back again to my at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I mother. would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a Fal. What manner of man is he? reason on compulsion! if reasons were as plenty Host. An old man. as blackberries, I would give no man a reason Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at upon compulsion, I.
midnight ?-Shall I give him his answer? P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; P. Hen. Pr’ythee, do, Jack. this sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this Fal. 'Faith, and I'll send him packing: horse-back-breaker, this huge hill of flesh;
[Erit. Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you P. Hen. Now, sirs ; by'r-lady, you fought dried neats-tongue, bull's pizzle, you stock-fish, fair ;--so did you, Peto ;-so did you, Bardolph: -0, for breath to utter what is like thee ! you are lions too, you ran away upon instinct, you tailor's yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you you will not touch the true prince ; no,-fye ! vile standing tuck ;
Bard. 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run. P. Hen. Well, breath awhile, and then to it P. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, How came again : and when thou hast tired thyself in base Falstaff's sword so hacked ? comparisons, hear me speak but this.
Peto. Why, he hacked it with his dagger ; Poins. Mark, Jack.
and said, he would swear truth out of England, P. Hen. We two saw you four set on four ; but he would make you believe it was done in you bound them, and were masters of their fight; and persuaded us to do the like. wealth.-Mark now, how plain a tale shall put Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spearyou down. Then did we two set on you four : grass, to make them bleed ; and then to besluband, with a word, out-faced you from your ber our garments with it, and to swear it was the prize, and have it'; yea, and can show it you blood of true men. I did that I did not this sehere in the house :-and, Falstaff
, you carried ven years before, I blushed to hear his monstrous your guts away as nimbly, with as quick dexte- devices. rity, and roared for mercy, and still ran and P. Hen. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack