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SCENE II.-London. A room in the palace. Thus did I keep my person fresh, and new; Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, and

My presence, like a robe pontifical,

Ne'er seen, but wonder'd at: and so my state, Lords.

Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast; K. Hen. Lords, give us leave ; the Prince of And won, by rareness, such solemnity. Wales and I,

The skipping king, hé ambled up and down Must have some conference: But be near at With shallow jesters, and rash bavin wits, hand,

Soon kindled, and soon burn'd : carded his state; For we shall presently have need of you.- Mingled his royalty with capering fools;

[Ereunt Lords. Had his great name profaned with their scorns ; I know not whether God will have it so, And gave his countenance, against his name, For some displeasing service I have done, To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push That in his secret doom, out of my blood Of every beardless vain comparative: He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me; Grew a companion to the common streets, But thou dost, in thy passages of life,

Enfeoff'd himself to popularity : Make me believe,—that thou art only mark'd That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes, For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven, They surfeited with honey; and began To punish my mis-treadings. Tell me else, To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little Could such inordinate, and low desires, More than a little is by much too much. Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean at So, when he had occasion to be seen, tempts,

He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Such barren pleasures, rude society,

Heard, not regarded ; seen, but with such eyes, As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to, As, sick and blunted with community, Accompany the greatness of thy blood, Afford no extraordinary gaze, And hold their level with thy princely heart? Such as is bent on sun-like majesty,

P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would, I could When it shines seldom in admiring eyes : Quit all offences with as clear excuse,

But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down, As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge Slept in his face, and render'd such aspect, Myself of many I am charg'd withal :

As cloudy men use to their adversaries; Yet such extenuation let me beg,

Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full. As, in reproof of many tales devis'd,

And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou : Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear, For thou hast lost thy princely privilege, By smiling pick-thanks and base newsmongers, With vile participation; not an eye I may, for some things true, wherein my youth But is a-weary of thy common sight, Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,

Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more; Find pardon on my true submission.

Which now doth that I would not have it do, K. Hen. God pardon thee !-yet let me won- Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. der, Harry,

P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious At thy affections, which do hold a wing

lord, Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors. Be more myself. Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost, K. Hen. For all the world, Which by thy younger brother is supplied ; As thou art to this hour, was Richard then And art almost an alien to the hearts

When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg; Of all the court and princes of my blood : And even as I was then is Percy now. The hope and expectation of thy time

Now by my sceptre, and my soul to boot, Is ruin'à ; and the soul of every man

He hath more worthy interest to the state, Prophetically does fore-think thy fall.

Than thou, the shadow of succession : Had I so lavish of my presence been,

For, of no right, nor colour like to right, So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men, He doth fill fields with harness in the realm ; So stale and cheap to vulgar company; Turns head against the lion's armed jaws; Opinion, that did help me to the crown, And, being no more in debt to years than thou, Had still kept loyal to possession ;

Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on, And left me in reputeless banishment,

To bloody battles, and to bruising arms. A fellow of ng mark, nor likelihood.

What never-dying honour hath he got By being seldom seen, I could not stir, Against renowned Douglas ; whose high deeds, But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at:

Whose hot incursions, and great name in arms, That men would tell their children, This is he; Holds from all soldiers chief majority, Others would say,-Where? Which is Boling- And military title capital, broke?

Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,

Christ? And dress’d myself in such humility,

Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathing That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,

clothes, Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths, This infant warrior in his enterprizes Even in the presence of the crowned king. Discomfited great Douglas ; ta’en him once,


it so ;

Enlarged him, and made a friend of him, If promises be kept on every hand,
To fill the mouth of deep defiance up,

As ever offer'd foul play in a state.
And shake the peace and safety of our throne. K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set forth
And what say you to this ? Percy, Northumber- to-day;

With him my son, lord John of Lancaster; The archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mor- For this advertisement is five days old :timer,

On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set Capitulate against us, and are up.

Forward; on Thursday, we ourselves will march: But wherefore do I tell these news to thee? Our meeting is Bridgnorth : and, Harry, you Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes, Shall march through Glostershire ; by which acWhich art my near’st and dearest enemy?

count, Thou that art like enough,-through vassal fear, Our business valued, some twelve days hence Base inclination, and the start of spleen,- Our general forces at Bridgnorth shall meet. To fight against me under Percy's pay,

Our hands are full of business; let's away; To dog his heels, and court'sy at his frowns, Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay. To show how much degenerate thou art.

[Ereunt. P. Hen. Do not think so, you shall not find

SCENE III.-Eastcheap.

A room in the Boar's And God forgive them that have so much sway'd

Head Tavern.
Your majesty's good thoughts away from me!
I will redeem all this on Percy's head,

Enter Falstaff and BARDOLPH. And, in the closing of some glorious day,

Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely Be bold to tell you, that I am your son ; since this last action ? do I not bate? do I not When I will wear a garment all of blood, dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me like And stain my favours in a bloody mask, an old lady's loose gown ; I am wither'd like an Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame old apple-John. Well, I'll repent, and that sudwith it.

denly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights, of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength That this same child of honour and renown, to repent. An I have not forgotten what the inThis gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight, side of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, And your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet : a brewer's horse: the inside of a church ! ComFor every honour sitting on his helm,

pany, villainous company, hath been the spoil 'Would they were multitudes; and on my head of me. My shames redoubled ! for the time will come Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot That I shall make this northern youth exchange live long. His glorious deeds for my indignities.

Fal. Why, there is it :-come, sing me a barPercy is but my factor, good my lord,

dy song; make me merry. I was as virtuously To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf; given, as a gentleman need to be ; virtuous And I will call him to so strict account, enough ; swore little ; diced, not above seven That he shall render every glory up,

times a week : went to a bawdy-house, not abore Yea, even the slightest worship of his time, once in a quarter-of an hour; paid money that Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart. I borrowed, three or four times ; lived well, and This, in the name of God, I promise here: in good compass : and now I live out of all orThe which if he be pleas'd I shall perform, der, out of all compass. I do beseech your majesty, may salve

Bard. Why, you are so fat, sir John, that you The long-grown wounds of my intemperance : must needs be out of all compass; out of all reaIf not, the end of life cancels all bands; sonable compass, sir John. And I will die a hundred thousand deaths, Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. my life : Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in lantern in the poop,--but'tis in the nose of thee;

thou art the knight of the burning lamp. Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust Bard. Why, sir John, my face does you no herein.


Ful. No, I'll be sworn ; I make as good use Enter BLUNT.

of it as many a man doth of a death’s-head, or a Ilow now, good Blunt ? tly looks are full of memento mori : I never see thy face, but I think speed.

on hell-fire, and Dives that lived in purple ; for Biunt. So hath the business that I come to there he is in his robes, burning, burning. If speak of.

thou wert any way given to virtue, I would swear Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word, - by thy face; my cath should be, By this fire: That Douglas, and the English rebels, met, but thou art altogether given over ; and wert inThe eleventh of this month, at Shrewsbury: deed, but for the light in thy face, the son of utA mighty and a fearful bead they are,

ter darkness. When thou ran’st up Gadshill in


the night to catch my horse, if I did not think thou hadst been an ignis fatuus, or a ball of wildfire, there's no purchase in money. O, thou art a perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light! Thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt tavern and tavern: but the sack that thou hast drunk me, would have bought me lights as good cheap, at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have maintained that salamander of yours with fire, any time this two and thirty years; Heaven reward me for it!

Bard. 'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly!

Fal. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burned.

Enter Hostess.

How now, dame Partlet the hen? have you inquired yet, who picked my pocket?

Host. Why, sir John! what do you think, sir John? Do you think I keep thieves in my house? I have searched, I have inquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy by boy, servant by servant the tithe of a hair was never lost in my house before.

Fal. You lie, hostess; Bardolph was shaved, and lost many a hair: and I'll be sworn, my pocket was picked: Go to, you are a woman, go.

Fal. Go to, I know you well enough. Host. No, sir John; you do not know me, sir John: I know you, sir John: you owe me money, sir John, and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I bought you a dozen of shirts to your back.

Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, sir John, for your diet, and by-drinkings, and money lent you, four and twenty pound.

Fal. He had his part of it; let him pay. Host. He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing. Fal. How! poor? look upon his face; What call you rich? let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks; I'll not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker of me? shall I not take mine ease in mine inn, but I shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a seal-ring of my grandfather's, worth forty mark.

Host. O Jesu! I have heard the prince tell him, I know not how oft, that that ring was

Enter Prince HENRY and POINs, marching. FALSTAFF meets the Prince, playing on his truncheon like a fife.


Fal. How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup; and if he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog, if he would say so.

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Host. Who I? I defy thee: I was never call-in ed so in mine own house before.

Host. Good my lord, hear me.

Fal. Pr'ythee, let her alone, and list to me. P. Hen. What sayst thou, Jack?

Fal. The other night I fell asleep here behind the arras, and had my pocket picked: this house is turned bawdy-house, they pick pockets.

P. Hen. What didst thou lose, Jack?

Fal. Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four' bonds of forty pound a-piece, and a seal-ring of my grandfather's.

P. Hen. A trifle, some eight-penny matter. Host. So I told him, my lord; and I said, I heard your grace say so: And, my lord, he speaks most vilely of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is; and said, he would cudgel you. P. Hen. What! he did not?

Host. There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else.

Fal. There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune; nor no more truth in thee, than a drawn fox; and for womanhood, maid Marian may be the deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing, go.

Host. Say, what thing? what thing?

Fal. What thing? why, a thing to thank God


Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to bakers' wives, and they have made bolt-art a knave to call me so. ers of them.

Host. I am no thing to thank God on, I would thou should'st know it; I am an honest man's wife: and, setting thy knighthood aside, thou

Fal. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say otherwise.

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P. Hen. O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about thy knees! But, sirrah, there's no room for faith, truth, nor honesty, in this bosom of thine; it is filled up with guts, and midriff. Charge an honest woman with picking thy pocket! Why, thou whoreson, impudent, embossed rascal, if there were any thing in thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of bawdyhouses, and one poor pennyworth of sugar-candy to make thee long winded; if thy pocket were enriched with any other injuries but these, I am a villain. And yet you will stand to it; you will not pocket up wrong: Art thou not ashamed?

Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest, in the state of innocency, Adam fell; and what should poor Jack Falstaff do, in the days of villainy? thou seest, I have more flesh than another man; and therefore more frailty.-You confess then, you picked my pocket?

P. Hen. It appears so by the story.

Fal Hostess, I forgive thee: Go, make ready breakfast; love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy guests: thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason: thou seest, I am pacified.—Still?—Nay, pr'ythee, be gone. [Exit Hostess. Now, Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery, lad,-How is that answered?

SCENE I.-The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
Hot. Well said, my noble Scot: If speaking

In this fine age, were not thought flattery,
Such attribution should the Douglas have,
As not a soldier of this season's stamp
Should go so general current through the world.
By heaven, I cannot flatter; I defy
The tongues of soothers; but a braver place
In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself:
Nay, task me to the word; approve me, lord.
Doug. Thou art the king of honour:


P. Hen. O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to thee:-The money is paid back again.

Fal. O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labour.

P. Hen. I am good friends with my father, and may do any thing.

Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, and do it with unwashed hands too.

Bard. Do, my lord.

P. Hen. I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot.

Fal. I would, it had been of horse. Where shall I find one that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of the age of two and twenty, or thereabouts! I am heinously unprovided." Well, God be thanked for these rebels, they offend none but the virtuous; I laud them, I praise them. P. Hen. Bardolph

Bard. My lord?

P. Hen. Go bear this letter to lord John of
My brother John; this to my lord of Westmore-

Go, Poins, to horse, to horse; for thou, and I,
Have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.-
Meet me to-morrow in the Temple-hall
At two o'clock i'the afternoon :
There shalt thou know thy charge; and there

Money, and order for their furniture.
The land is burning; Percy stands on high;
And either they, or we, must lower lie.

[Exeunt Prince, Poins, and Bardolph. Fal. Rare words! brave world!-Hostess, my breakfast; come :

O, I could wish, this tavern were my drum. [Erit

No man so potent breathes upon the ground, But I will beard him.

Hot. Do so, and 'tis well:

Enter a Messenger, with letters.

What letters hast thou there?-I can but thank you.

Mess. These letters come from your father.Hot. Letters from him! why comes he not himself?

Mess. He cannot come, my lord; he's gre

vous sick.

Hot. 'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be


In such a justling time? Who leads his power? Hot. You strain too far.
Under whose government come they along ? I, rather, ot' his absence make this use;

Mess. His letters bear his mind, not I,my lord. It lends a lustre, and more great opinion,
Wor. I pr’ythee, tell me, doth he keep his bed? A larger dare to our great enterprize,
Mess. He did, my lord, four days ere I set Than if the earl were here : for men must think,

If we, without his help, can make a head
And at the time of my departure thence, To push against the kingdom; with his help,
He was much fear’d by his physicians.

We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.-, Wor. I would, the state of time had first been Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole. whole,

Doug. As heart can think : there is not such Ere he by sickness had been visited ;

a word His health was never better worth than now. Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear. Hot. Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect

Enter Sir RicHARD VERNON. The very life-blood of our enterprize ; 'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.

Hot. My cousin Vernon ! welcome, by my He writes me here,-that inward sickness

soul. And that his friends by deputation could not Ver. Pray God, my news be worth a welcome, So soon be drawn ; nor did he think it meet,

lord. To lay so dangerous and dear a trust

The earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong, On any soul remov'd, but on his own.

Ismarching hitherwards; with him, prince John. Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,

Hot. No harm: What more?
That with our small conjunction, we should on, Ver. And further, I have learn'd,-
To see how fortune is dispos’d to us :

The king himself in person is set forth,
For, as he writes, there is no quailing now;

Or hitherwards intended speedily, Because the king is certainly possess'd

With strong and mighty preparation. Of all our purposes. What say you to it? Hot. He shall be welcome too. Where is his Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us.

son, Hot. A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off: The nimble-footed mad-cap prince of Wales, And yet, in faith, 'tis not ; his present want And his comrades, that daff'a the world aside, Seems more than we shall find it :-Were it good, And bid it pass ? To set the exact wealth of all our states

Ver. All furnish’d, all in arms, All at one cast ? to set so rich a main

All plum'd like estridges that wing the wind; On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour? Bated like eagles having lately bath'd ; It were not good : for therein should we read Glittering in golden coats, like images; The very bottom and the soul of hope ; As full of spirit as the month of May, The very list, the very utmost bound

And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer ; Of all our fortunes.

Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls. Doug. Faith, and so we should ;

I saw young Harry,-with his beaver on, Where now remains a sweet reversion :

His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm’d, We may boldly spend upon the hope of what Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, Is to come in :

And vaulted with such ease into his seat, A comfort of retirement lives in this.

As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, If that the devil and mischance look big And witch the world with noble horsemanship. Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.

Hot. No more, no more ; worse than the sun Wor. But yet, I would your father had been in March, here.

This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come; The quality and hair of our attempt

They come like sacrifices in their trim,
Brooks no division: It will be thought

And to the fire-ey'd maid of smoky war,
By some, that know not why he is away, All hot, and bleeding, will we offer them:
That wisdom, loyalty, and mere dislike The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit,
Of our proceedings, kept the earl from hence; Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire,
And think, how such an apprehension

To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh,
May turn the tide of fearful faction,

And yet not ours :-Come, let me take my horse, And breed a kind of question in our cause: Who is to bear me, like a thunderbolt, For, well you know, we of the offering side Against the bosom of the prince of Wales : Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement; Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse, And stop all sight-holes, every loop, from whence Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corse. The of reason may pry in upon us :

0, that Glendower were come ! This absence of your father's draws a curtain, Ver. There is more news : That shows the ignorant a kind of fear

I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along, Before not dreamt of.

He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.



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