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ful queen,

eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the er? Art thou not horribly afraid? doth not thy manner, and ever since thou hast blushed ex- blood thrill at it? tempore : Thou hadst fire and sword on thy P. Hen. Not a whit, i'faith; I lack some of side, and yet thou ran’st away; What instinct thy instinct. hadst thou for it?

Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morBard. My lord, do you see these meteors ? do row, when thou comest to thy father : if thou you behold these exhalations ?

love me, practise an answer. P. Hen. I do.

P. Hen. Do thou stand for my father, and Bard. What think you they portend? examine me upon the particulars of my life. P. Hen. Hot livers and cold purses.

Fal. Shall I? content: This chair shall be Bard. Choler, my lord, if rightly taken. my state, this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion P. Hen. No, if rightly taken, halter..

my crown.

P. Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, Re-enter Falstaff.

thy golden sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy

precious rich crown, for a pitiful bald crown! Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone. Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite How now, my sweet creature of bombast? How out of thee, now shalt thou be moved.-Gire long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thing own me a cup of sack, to make mine eyes look red, knee?

that it may be thought I have wept ; for I inust Fal. My own knee? when I was about thy speak in passion, and I will do it in king Cam. years, Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the byses’ vein. waist; I could have crept into any alderman's P. Hen. Well, here is my leg. thumb-ring: A plague of sighing and grief! it Fal. And here is my speech :-Stand aside, blows a man up like a bladder. There's villain- nobility. ous news abroad: here was sir John Bracy from Host. This is excellent sport, i'faith. your father ; you must to the court in the morn Fal. Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling ing. That same mad fellow of the north, Per tears are vain. cy; and he of Wales, that gave Amaimon the Host. O, the father, how he holds his coun. bastinado, and made Lucifer cuckold, and swore

tenance ! the devil his true liegeman-upon the cross of a Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my triste Welsh hook,—What, a plague, call you him? Poins. 0, Glendower.

For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. Fal. Owen, Owen; the same ;—and his son Host. O rare ! he doth it as like one of these in-law, Mortimer; and old Northumberland ; harlotry players, as I ever see. and that sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that Fal. Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickleruns o’horseback up a hill perpendicular. brain.-Harry, I do not only marvel where thou

P. Hen. He, that rides at high speed, and spendest thy time, but also how thou art accomwith his pistol kills a sparrow flying.

panied : for though the camomile, the more it Fal. You have hit it.

is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow. more it is wasted, the sooner it wears. That Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in thou art my son, I have partly thy mother's he will not run.

word, partly my own opinion, but chiefly, a P. Hen. Why, what a rascal art thou then, villainous trick of thine eye, and a foolish hanz. to praise him so for running?

ing of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me. It Fal. O’horseback, ye cuckoo ! but, afoot, he then thou be son to me, here lies the point:will not budge a foot.

Why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct.

Shall the blessed sun of heaven prove a mici, Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is and eat blackberries ? a question not to be askthere too, and one Mordake, and a thousand ed. Shall the son of England prove a thief, and blue-caps more: Worcester is stolen away to take purses? a question to be asked. There is a night ; thy father's beard is turned white with thing, Harry, which thou hast often heard of, the news ; you may buy land now as cheap as and it is known to many in our land by the stinking mackarel.

name of pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers do P. Hen. Why then, 'tis like, if there come report, doth defile; so doth the company thua a hot June, and this civil buffeting hold, we keepest : for, Harry, now I do not speak to the shall buy maidenheads as they buy hob-nails, in drink, but in tears; not in pleasure, but in by the hundreds.

passion; not in words only, but in woes also :Fal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is And yet there is a virtuous man, whom I have like, we shall have good trading that way. But, often noted in thy company, but I know not his tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly afeard ? thou name. being heir-apparent, could the world pick thee P. Hen. What manner of man, an it like your out three such enemies again, as that fiend Dou- majesty ? glas, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendow Fal. A good portly man, i'faith, and a corpse

him;

lent;

of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a not him thy Harry's company, banish not him most noble carriage ; and, as I think, his age thy Harry's company; banish plump Jack, and some fifty, or, by’r lady, inclining to threescore ; banish all the world! and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff: P. Hen. I do, I will. [A knocking heard. if that man should be lewdly given, he de [Exeunt Hostess, Francis, and Bardolph. ceiveth me; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be known by the fruit, as

Re-enter BARDOLPH, running. the fruit by the tree, then, peremptorily. I speak it, there is virtue in that Falstaff: him keep Bard. O, my lord, my lord ; the sheriff, with with, the rest banish. And tell me now, thou a most monstrous watch, is at the door. naughty varlet, tell me, where hast thou been Fal. Out, you rogue! play out the play: I this month?

have much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff. P. Hen. Dost thou speak like a king ? Do thou stand for me, and I'll play my father.

Re-enter Hostess, hastily. Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so majestically, both in word and mat Host. O Jesu, my lord, my lord !ter, hang me up by the heels for a rabbet-sucker, Fal. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a or a poulter's hare.

fiddlestick : What's the matter? P. Hen. Well, here I am set.

Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at the Fal. And here I stand :-judge, my masters. door : they are come to search the house : Shall P. Hen. Now, Harry? whence come you ? I let them in ? Fal. My noble lord, from Eastcheap.

Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal ? never call a true P. Hen. The complaints I hear of thee are piece of gold, a counterfeit : thou art essentially grievous.

mad, without seeming so. Fal. "Sblood, my lord, they are false :-nay, P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without I'll tickle ye for a young prince, i'faith.

instinct. P. Hen. Swearest thou, ungracious boy? Fal. I deny your major : if you will deny the henceforth ne'er look on me. Thou art violent- sheriff, so; if not, let him enter: if I become ly carried away from grace : there is a devil not a cart as well as another man, a plague on haunts thee, in the likeness of a fat old man: a my bringing up! I hope, I shall as soon be tun of man is thy companion. Why dost thou strangled with a halter, as another. converse with that trunk of humours, that bolt P. Hen. Go, hide thee behind the arras ;ing-hutch of beastliness, that swoln parcel of the rest walk up above. Now, my masters, for dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuff a true face, and good conscience. ed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree Fal. Both which I have had : but their date ox with the pudding in his belly, that reverend is out, and

therefore I'll hide me. vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that

[Exeunt all but the Prince and Poins. vanity in years ? Wherein is he good, but to P. Hen, Call in the sheriff. taste sack and drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a capon and eat it? wherein

Enter Sherif and Carrier. cunning, but in craft? wherein crafty, but in villainy? wherein villainous, but in all things ? Now, master sheriff; what's your will with me? wherein worthy, but in nothing?

Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry Fal. I would, your grace would take me with Hath follow'd certain men unto this house. you ; Whom means your grace ?

P. Hen. What men ? P. Hen. That villainous abominable misleader Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious of youth, Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan. Fal. My lord, the man I know.

A gross fat man. P. Hen. I know, thou dost.

Car. As fat as butter. Fal. But to say, I know more harm in him P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not here; than in myself, were to say more than I know. For I myself at this time have employ'd himn. That he is old, (the more the pity,) his white And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee, hairs do witness it: but that he is (saving your That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time, reverence,) a whoremaster, that I utterly deny. Send him to answer thee, or any man, If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wick- For any thing he shall be charg'd withal : ed! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many And so let me entreat you leave the house. an old host that I know, is damned: if to be Sher. I will, my lord: There are twogemlemen fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks. to be loved. No, my good lord ; banish Peto, P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb’d these banish Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet men, Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Fal- He shall be answerable ; and so, farewell. staff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more Sher. Good night, my noble lord. valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish P. Hen. I think it is good morrow; Is it not? VOL. I

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lord ;

Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it betwo o'clock. | Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper, 23. 6d.

[Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier. Item, Bread, a halfpenny P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as P. Hen. O monstrous ! but one halfpennyPaul's. Go, call him forth.

worth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack: Poins. Falstaff !-fast asleep behind the arras, - What there is else, keep close ; we'll read it and snorting like a horse.

at more advantage: there let him sleep till day. P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath : I'll to the court in the morning: we must all to Search his pockets. [Poins searches.] What hast the wars, and thy place shall be honourable. 10 thou found?

procure this fat rogue a charge of foot; and, I Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord. know, his death will be a march of twelve-score. P. Hen. Let's see what they be: read them. The money shall be paid back again with advanPoins. Item, A capon, 2s. 2d.

tage. Be with me betimes in the morning; and Item, Sauce, 4d.

so good morrow, Poins. Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.

Poins. Good morrow, good my lord. [Exeunt.

ACT III.

Will you

SCENE I.-Bangor. A room in the Archdeacon's, Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down house.

Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your birth, Enter HotsPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and in passion shook.

Our grandam earth, having this distemperature, GLENDOWER.

Glend. Cousin, of many men Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure, 1 do not bear these crossings. Give me leave And our induction full of prosperous hope. To tell you once again,—that at my birth, Hot. Lord Mortimer,—and cousin Glendow- The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes; er,

The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds sit down

Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields. And, uncle Worcester :-A plague upon it ! These signs have mark'd me extraordinary; I have forgot the map.

And all the courses of my life do show, Glend. No, here it is.

I am not in the roll of common men. Sit, cousin Percy ; sit, good cousin Hotspur : Where is he living, -clipp'd in with the sea For by that name as oft as Lancaster

That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale; and with Wales,A rising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven. Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?

Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears And bring him out, that is but woman's son, Owen Glendower spoke of.

Can trace me in the tedious ways of art, Glend. I cannot blame him : at my nativity, And hold me pace in deep experiments. The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better Of burning cressets ; and, at my birth,

Welsh : The frame and huge foundation of the earth I will to dinner. Shak'd like a coward.

Mort. Peace, cousin Percy ; you will make Hot. Why, so it would have done

him mad. At the same season, if your mother's cat had Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born. Hot. Why, so can I; or so can any man: Glend. I say, the earth did shake, when I was But will they come, when you do call for them? born.

Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to coinHot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind, mand If you suppose, as fearing you it shook.

The devil. Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the did tremble.

devil, Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the hea- By telling truth; Tell truth, and shame the vens on fire,

devil. And not in fear of your nativity.

If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him In strange eruptions : oft the teeming earth

hence. Is with a kind of colic pinch’d and vex'd 0, while you live, tell truth, and shame the By the imprisoning of unruly wind

devil. Within her womb; which, for enlargement stri

Mort. Come, come, ving,

No more of this unprofitable chat.

Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke Glend. No, nor you shall not. made head

Hot. Who shall say me nay? Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye, Glend. Why, that will I. And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him, Hot. Let me not understand you then, Bootless home, and weather-beaten back. Speak it in Welsh, Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you ; too!

For I was train'd up in the English court : How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name? Where, being but young, I framed to the harp Glend. Come, here's the map; shall we divide Many an English ditty, lovely well, our right,

And gave the tongue a helpful ornament; According to our three-fold order ta'en ? A virtue, that was never seen in you. Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it

Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my Into three limits, very equally:

heart; England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,

I had rather be a kitten, and cry-mew, By south and east, is to my part assign’d:

Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers : All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore, I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, And all the fertile land within that bound, Or a dry wheel grate on an axle-tree; To Owen Glendower :-and, dear coz, to you

And that would

set my teeth nothing on edge, The remnant northward, lying off from Trent. Nothing so much as mincing poetry ; And our indentures tripartite are drawn :

'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag. Which being sealed interchangeably,

Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd. (A business that this night may execute,) Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice so much To-morrow, cousin Percy, you, and I,

land
And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth, To any well-deserving friend ;
To meet your father, and the Scottish power, But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.

I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
My father Glendower is not ready yet,

Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days :

Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away Within that space, [To Glend.] you may have by night: drawn together

I'll haste the writer, and, withal, Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentle- Break with your wives of your departure hence:

I am afraid, my daughter will run mad, Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, So much she doteth on her Mortimer. [Erit. lords,

Mort. Fye, cousin Percy ! how you cross my And in my conduct shall your ladies come:

father! From whom you now must steal, and take no leave; Hot. I cannot choose: sometimes he angers me, For there will be a world of water shed, With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant, Upon the parting of your wives and you. Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies ; Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton And of a dragon and a finless fish, here,

A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven, In quantity equals not one of yours :

A couching lion, and a ramping cat, See, how this river comes me cranking in, And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff And cuts me, from the best of all my land, As puts me from my faith. I tell you what, A huge half moon, a monstrous cantle out. He held me but last night, at least nine hours, I'll have the current in this place damm'd up; In reckoning up the several devils' names, And here the smug and silver Trent shall run, That were his lackeys: I cried, humph, and In a new channel, fair and evenly:

well,-go to, It shall not wind with such a deep indent, But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious To rob me of so rich a bottom here.

As is a tired horse, a railing wife ; Glend. Not wind ? it shall, it must ; you see, Worse than a smoky house :--I had rather live, it doth.

With cheese and garlick, in a windmill, far, Mort. Yea,

Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me, But mark, how he bears his course, and runs me up in any summer-house in Christendom. With like advantage on the other side;

Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman ; Gelding the opposed continent as much, Exceedingly well read, and profited As on the other side it takes from you.

In strange concealments; valiant as a lion, Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him and wond'rous affable ; and as bountiful here,

As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ? And on this north side win this cape of land ; He holds your temper in a high respect, And then he runs straight and even.

And curbs himself even of his natural scope, Hot. I'll have it so ; a little charge will do it. When you do cross his humour ; 'faith, he does: Glend. I will not have it alter'd.

I warrant you, that man is not alive, Hot. Will not you ?

Might so have tempted him as you have done,

men.

with you,

Without the taste of danger and reproof; The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
But do not use it oft, let me entreat you. Begins his golden progress in the east.
Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful Mort. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her
blame;

sing: And since your coming hither have done enough By that time will our book, I think, be drawn. To put him quite beside his patience.

Glend. Do so ; You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault: And those musicians, that shall play to you, Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; blood,

Yet straight they shall be here : sit, and attend. (And that's the dearest grace it renders you,) Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, down : Come, quick, quick ; that I may lay my Defect of manners, want of government,

head in thy lap. Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain : Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose. The least of which, haunting a nobleman, Loseth men's hearts ; and leaves behind a stain GlendOWER speaks some Welsh words, and then Upon the beauty of all parts besides,

the music plays. Beguiling them of commendation. Hot. Well, I am schoold; good manners be Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands your speed !

Welsh;
Here come our wives, and let us take our leave. And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous.

By'r-lady, he's a good musician.
Re-enter GLENDOWER, with the Ladies.

Lady P. Then should you be nothing but

musical: for you are altogether governed by huMort. This is the deadly spite that angers mours. Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady me,

sing in Welsh. My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl Glend. My daughter weeps ; she will not part, in Irish.

Lady P. Would'st thou have thy head broken? She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.

Hot. No. Mort. Good father, tell her,—that she, and Lady P. Then be still. my aunt Percy,

Hot. Neither ; 'tis a woman's fault. Shall follow in your conduct speedily.

Lady P. Now God help thee! [Glendower speaks to his daughter in Welsh, Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed. and she answers him in the same.

Lady P. What's that? Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish self Hot. Peace! she sings.

will’a harlotry, One no persuasion can do good upon.

A Welsh song sung by Lady M. [Lady M. speaks to Mortimer in Welsh. Mort. I understand thy looks : that pretty Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. Welsh

Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth. Which thou pourest down from these swelling Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! ’Heart, you heavens,

swear like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in I am too perfect in ; and, but for shame, good sooth ; and, As true as I live ; and, As God In such a parley would I answer thee.

shall mend me; and, As sure as day :

ÇLady M. speaks. And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, As if thou never walk’dst further than Finsbury. And that's a feeling disputation :

Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art, But I will never be a truant, love,

A good mouth-filling oath; and leave in sooth, Till I have learn’d thy language ; for thy tongue and such protest of pepper-ginger-bread, Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, To velvet-guards, and Sunday-citizens. Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, Come, sing. With ravishing division, to her lute.

Lady P. I will not sing. Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be

[Lady M. speaks again. red-breast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, Mort. O, I am ignorance itself in this. I'll away within these two hours ; and so come Glend. She bids you

in when you will.

[Erit. Upon the wanton rushes lay you down,

Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer; you are And rest your gentle head upon her lap,

as slow, And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go. And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep, By this our book's drawn ; we'll but seal, and then Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness ; To horse immediately. Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep, Mort. With all my heart. [Exeunt. As is the difference betwist day and night,

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