The First Part of henry the Fourth, with the life and Death of Henry Sirnamed Hot-spurre
William Shakespeare
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The First Part of henry the Fourth, with the life and Death of HENRY Sirnamed HOT‑SPVRRE.
Actus Primus. Scԓna Prima.
Enter the King, Lord Iohn of Lancaster, Earle of Westmerland, with others.
King. SO shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to…
West. My Liege: This haste was hot in question, And many limits of the Charge set downe But…
King. It seems then that the tidings of this broile, Brake off our businesse for the Holy land.
West. This matcht with other like, my gracious Lord, Farre more vneuen and vnwelcome Newes Came from the…
King. Heere is a deere, and true industrious friend, Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his Horse, Strain'd…
West. A Conquest for a prince to boast of.
King. Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, & mak'st me sin, In enuy that my Lord Northumberland Should…
West. This is his Vnckles teaching. This is Worcester Maleuolent to you in all Aspects: Which makes him…
King. But I haue sent for him to answer this: And for this cause a‑while we must neglect…
West. I will my Liege.
Exeunt.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Henry Prince of Wales, Sir Iohn Fal staffe, and Pointz.
Fal. Now Hal, what time of day is it Lad?
Prin. Thou art so fat‑witted with drinking of olde Sacke, and vnbuttoning thee after Supper, and sleeping vpon…
Fal. Indeed you come neere me now Hal, for we that take Purses, go by the Moone and…
Prin. What, none?
Fal. No, not so much as will serue to be Prologue to an Egge and Butter.
Prin. Well, how then? Come, roundly, roundly.
Fal. Marry, then, sweet Wagge, when thou art King, let not vs that are Squires of the Nights…
Prin. Thou say'st well, and it holds well too; for the fortune of vs that are the Moones…
Fal. Thou say'st true Lad: and is not my Hostesse of the Tauerne a most sweet Wench?
Prin. As the honey, my old Lad of the Castle: and is not a Buffe Ierkin a most…
Fal. How now? how now mad Wagge? What in thy quips and thy quiddities? What a plague haue…
Prin. Why, what a poxe haue I to doe with my Ho stesse of the Tauerne?
Fal. Well, thou hast call'd her to a reck'ning many a time and oft.
Prin. Did I euer call for thee to pay thy part?
Fal. No, Ile giue thee thy due, thou hast paid al there.
Prin. Yea and elsewhere, so farre as my Coine would stretch, and where it would not, I haue…
Fal. Yea, and so vs'd it, that were it not heere apparant, that thou art Heire apparant. But…
Prin. No, thou shalt.
Fal. Shall I? O rare! Ile be a Lord, I'll be a braue Iudge.
Prin. Thou iudgest false already. I mean, thou shalt haue the hanging of the Theeues, and so become…
Fal. Well Hal, well: and in some sort it iumpes with my humour, as well as waiting in…
Prin. For obtaining of suites?
Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suites, whereof the Hang man hath no leane Wardrobe. I am as Melancholly…
Prin. Or an old Lyon, or a Louers Lute.
Fal. Yea, or the Drone of a Lincolnshire Bagpipe.
Prin. What say'st thou to a Hare, or the Melancholly of Moore‑Ditch?
Fal. Thou hast the most vnsauoury smiles, and art in deed the most comparatiue rascallest sweet yonhttp://www.gofugyourself.com/miranda-kerr-recent-candids-07-2014/miranda-kerr-puts-her-tiny-waist-on-display-usa-onlyg Prince.…
Prin. Thou didst well: for no man regards it.
Fal. O, thou hast damn□ble iteration, and art indeede able to corrupt a Saint. Thou hast done much…
Prin. Where shall we take a purse to morrow, Iacke?
Fal. Where thou wilt, Lad! Ile make one: and I doe not, call me Villaine, and bafflle me.
Prin. I see a good amendment of life in thee: From Praying, to Purse‑taking.
Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my Vocation Hal: 'Tis no sin for a man to labour in his Vocation.
Pointz. Now shall we know if Gads hill haue set a Watch. O, if men were to be…
Prin. Good morrow Ned.
Poines. Good morrow sweet Hal. What saies Mon sieur Remorse? What sayes Sir Iohn Sacke and Sugar: Iacke?…
Prin. Sir Iohn stands to his word, the diuel shall haue his bargaine, for he was neuer yet…
Poin. Then art thou damn'd for keeping thy word with the diuell.
Prin. Else he had damn'd for cozening the diuell.
Poy. But my Lads, my Lads, to morrow morning, by foure a clocke early at Gads hill, there…
Fal. Heare ye Yedward, if I tarry at home and go not, Ile hang you for going.
Poy. You will chops.
Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one?
Prin. Who, I rob? I a Theefe? Not I.
Fal. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fel lowship in thee, nor thou cam'st not of the blood‑royall,…
Prin. Well then, once in my dayes Ile be a mad‑cap.
Fal. Why, that's well said.
Prin. Well, come what will, Ile tarry at home.
Fal. Ile be a Traitor then, when thou art King.
Prin. I care not.
Poyn. Sir Iohn, I prythee leaue the Prince & me alone, I will lay him downe such reasons…
Fal. Well, maist thou haue the Spirit of perswasion; and he the cares of profiting, that what thou…
Prin. Farwell the latter Spring. Farewell Alhollown Summer.
Poy. Now, my good sweet Hony Lord, ride with vs to morrow. I haue a iest to execute,…
Prin. But how shal we part with them in setting forth?
Poyn. Why, we wil set forth before or after them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wherin…
Prin. I, but tis like that they will know vs by our horses, by our habits, and by…
Poy. Tut our horses they shall not see, Ile tye them in the wood, our vizards wee will…
Prin. But I doubt they will be too hard for vs.
Poin. Well for two of them, I know them to bee as true bred Cowards as euer turn'd…
Prin. Well, Ile goe with thee, prouide vs all things necessary, and meete me to morrow night in…
Poyn. Farewell, my Lord.
Exit Pointz
Prin. I know you all, and will a‑while vphold The vnyoak'd humor of your idlenesse: Yet heerein will…
Scœna Tertia.
Enter the King, Northumberland, Worcester, Hotspurre, Sir Walter Blunt, and others.
King. My blood hath beene too cold and temperate, Vnapt to stirre at these indignities, And you haue…
Wor. Our house (my Soueraigne Liege) little deserues The scourge of greatnesse to be vsed on it, And…
Nor. My Lord.
King. Worcester get thee gone: for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye. O sir, your…
North. Yea, my good Lord. Those Prisoners in your Highnesse demanded, Which Harry Percy heere at Holmedon tooke,…
Hot. My Liege, I did deny no Prisoners. But, I remember when the fight was done, When I…
Blunt. The circumstance considered, good my Lord, What euer Harry Percie then had said, To such a person,…
King. Why yet doth deny his Prisoners, But with Prouiso and Exception, That we at our owne charge,…
Hot. Reuolted Mortimer? He neuer did sail off, my Soueraigne Liege, But by the chance of Warre: to…
King. Thou do'st bely him Percy, thou dost bely him; He neuer did encounter with Glendower: I tell…
Exit King.
Hot. And if the diuell come and roare for them I will not send them. I will after…
Nor. What? drunke with choller? stay & pause a while, Heere comes your Vnckle.
Enter Worcester.
Hot. Speake of Mortimer? Yes, I will speake of him, and let my soule Want mercy, if I…
Nor. Brother, the King hath made your Nephew mad
Wor. Who strooke this heate vp after I was gone?
Hot. He will (forsooth) haue all my Prisoners: And when I vrg'd the ransom once againe Of my…
Wor. I cannot blame him: was he not proclaim'd By Richard that dead is, the next of blood?
Nor. He was: I heard the Proclamation, And then it was, when the vnhappy King (Whose wrongs in…
Wor. And for whose death, we in the worlds wide mouth Liue scandaliz'd, snd fouly spoken of.
Hot. But soft I pray you; did King Richard then Proclaime my brother Mortimer, Heyre to the Crowne?
Nor. He did, my selfe did heare it.
Hot. Nay then I cannot blame his Cousin King, That wish'd him on the barren Mountaines staru'd. But…
Wor. Peace Cousin, say no more. And now I will vnclaspe a Secret booke, And to your quicke…
Hot. If he fall in, good night, or sinke or swimme: Send danger from the East vnto the…
Nor. Imagination of some great exploit, Driues him beyond the bounds of Patience.
Hot. By heauen, me thinkes it were an easie leap, To plucke bright Honor from the pale‑fac'd Moone,…
Wor. He apprehends a World of Figures here, But not the forme of what he should attend: Good…
Hot. I cry you mercy.
Wor. Those same Noble Scottes That are your Prisoners.
Hot. Ile keepe them all. By heauen, he shall not haue a Scot of them: No, if a…
Wor. You start away, And lend no eare vnto my purposes. Those Prisoners you shall keepe.
Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat: He said, he would not ransome Mortimer: Forbad my tongue to speake…
Wor. Heare you Cousin: a word.
Hot. All studies heere I solemnly defie, Saue how to gall and pinch this Bullingbrooke, And that same…
Wor. Farewell Kinsman: Ile talke to you When you are better temper'd to attend.
Nor. Why what a Waspe‑tongu'd & impatient foole Art thou, to breake into this Womans mood, Tying thine…
Hot. Why look you, I am whipt & scourg'd with rods, Netled, and stung with Pismires, when I…
Nor. At Barkley Castle.
Hot. You say true: Why what a caudie deale of curtesie, This fawning Grey‑hound then did proffer me.…
Wor. Nay, if you haue not, too't againe, Wee'l stay your leysure.
Hot. I haue done insooth.
Wor. Then once more to your Scottish Prisoners. Deliuer them vp without their ransome staight, And make the…
Hot. Of Yorke, is't not?
Wor. True, who beares hard His Brothers death at Bristow, the Lord Scroope. I speake not this in…
Hot. I smell it: Vpon my life, it will do wond'rous well.
Nor. Before the game's a‑foot, thou still let'st slip.
Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a Noble plot, And then the power of Scotland, and of…
Wor. And so they shall.
Hot. Infaith it is exceedingly well aym'd.
Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids vs speed, To saue our heads, by raising of a Head:…
Hot. He does, he does; wee'l be reueng'd on him.
Wor. Cousin, farewell. No further go in this, Then I by Letters shall direct your course When time…
Nor. Farewell good Brother, we shall thriue, I trust.
Hot. Vncle, adieu: O let the houres be short, Till fields, and blowes, and grones, applaud our sport.
exit
Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
Enter a Carrier with a Lanterne in his hand.
1. Car. Heigh‑ho, an't be not foure by the day, Ile be hang'd. Charles waine is ouer the…
Ost. Anon, anon.
1. Car. I prethee Tom, beate Cuts Saddle, put a few Flockes in the point: the poore Iade…
Enter another Carrier.
2. Car. Pease and Beanes are as danke here as a Dog, and this is the next way…
1. Car. Poore fellow neuer ioy'd since the price of oats rose, it was the death of him.
2. Car. I thinke this is the most villanous house in al London rode for Fleas: I am…
1. Car. Like a Tench? There is ne're a King in Chri stendome, could be better bit, then…
2. Car. Why, you will allow vs ne're a□Iourden, and then we leake in your Chimney: and your…
1. Car. What Ostler, come away, and be hangd: come away.
2. Car. I haue a Gammon of Bacon, and two razes of Ginger, to be deliuered as farre…
1. Car. The Turkies in my Pannier are quite starued. What Ostler? A plague on thee, hast thou…
Enter Gads‑hill.
Gad. Good‑morrow Carriers. What's a clocke?
Car. I thinke it be two a clocke.
Gad. I prethee lend me thy Lanthome to see my Gel ding in the stable.
1. Car. Nay soft I pray ye, I know a trick worth two of that.
Gad. I prethee lend me thine.
2. Car. I, when, canst tell? Lend mee thy Lanthorne (quoth a) marry Ile see thee hang'd first.
Gad. Sirra Carrier: What time do you mean to come to London?
2. Car. Time enough to goe to bed with a Candle, I warrant thee. Come neighbour Mugges, wee'll…
Exeunt
Enter Chamberlaine.
Gad. What ho, Chamberlaine?
Cham. At hand quoth Pick‑purse.
Gad. That's euen as faire, as at hand quoth the Cham berlaine: For thou variest no more from…
Cham. Good morrow Master Gads‑Hill, it holds cur rant that I told you yesternight. There's a Franklin in…
Gad. Sirra, if they meete not with S. Nicholas Clarks, Ile giue thee this necke.
Cham. No, Ile none of it: I prythee keep that for the Hangman, for I know thou worshipst…
Gad. What talkest thou to me of the Hangman? If I hang, Ile make a fat payre of…
Cham. What, the Commonwealth their Bootes? Will she hold out water in foule way?
Gad. She will, she will; Iustice hath liquor'd her. We steale as in a Castle, cocksure: we haue…
Cham. Nay, I thinke rather, you are more beholding to the Night, then to the Fernseed, for your…
Gad. Giue me thy hand. Thou shalt haue a share in our purpose, As I am a true…
Cham. Nay, rather let mee haue it, as you are a false Theefe.
Gad. Goe too: Homo is a common name to all men. Bid the Ostler bring the Gelding out…
Exeunt.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Prince, Poynes, and Peto.
Poines. Come shelter, shelter, I haue remoued Falstafs Horse, and he frets like a gum'd Veluet.
Prin. Stand close.
Enter Falstaffe.
Fal. Poines, Poines, and be hang'd Poines.
Prin. Peace ye fat‑kidney'd Rascall,□what a brawling dost thou keepe.
Fal. What Poines. Hal?
Prin. He is walk'd vp to the top of the hill, Ile go seek him.
Fal. I am accurst to rob in that Theefe company: that Rascall hath remoued my Horse, and tied…
Prin. Peace ye fat guttes, lye downe, lay thine eare close to the ground, and list if thou…
Fal. Haue you any Leauers to lift me vp again being downe? Ile not beare mine owne flesh…
Prin. Thou ly'st, thou art not colted, thou art vncolted.
Fal. I prethee good Prince Hal, help me to my horse, good Kings sonne.
Prin. Out you Rogue, shall I be your Ostler?
Fal. Go hang thy selfe in thine owne heire‑apparant‑ Garters: If I be tane, Ile peach for this:…
Enter Gads‑hill.
Gad. Stand.
Fal. So I do against my will.
Poin. O 'tis our Setter, I know his voyce: Bardolfe, what newes?
Bar. Case ye, case ye; on with your Vizards, there's mony of the Kings comming downe the hill,…
Fal. You lie you rogue, 'tis going to the Kings Tauern.
Gad. There's enough to make vs all.
Fal. To he hang'd.
Prin. You foure shall front them in the narrow Lane: Ned and I, will walke lower; if they…
Peto. But how many be of them?
Gad. Some eight or ten.
Fal. Will they not rob vs?
Prin. What, a Coward Sir Iohn Paunch?
Fal. Indeed I am not Iohn of Gaunt your Grandfather; but yet no Coward, Hal.
Prin. Wee'l leaue that to the proofe.
Poin. Sirra Iacke, thy horse stands behinde the hedg, when thou need'st him, there thou shalt finde him.…
Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hang'd.
Prin. Ned, where are our disguises?
Poin. Heere hard by: Stand close.
Fal. Now my Masters, happy man be his dole, say I: euery man to his businesse.
Enter Trauellers.
Tra. Come Neighbor: the boy shall leade our Horses downe the hill: Wee'l walke a‑foot a while, and…
Theeues. Stay.
Tra. Iesu blesse vs.
Fal. Strike: down with them, cut the villains throats; a whorson Caterpillars: Bacon‑fed Knaues, they hate vs youth;…
Tra. O, we are vndone, both we and ours for euer.
Fal. Hang ye gorbellied knaues, are you vndone? No ye Fat Chuffes, I would your store were heere.…
Heere they rob them, and binde them. Enter the Prince and Poines.
Prin. The Theeues haue bound the True‑men: Now could thou and I rob the Theeues, and go merily…
Poynes. Stand close, I heare them comming.
Enter Theeues againe.
Fal. Come my Masters, let vs share, and then to horsse before day: and the Prince and Poynes…
Prin. Your money.
Poin. Villaines.
As they are sharing, the Prince and Poynes set upon them. They all run away, leauing the booty…
Prince. Got with much ease. Now merrily to Horse: The Theeues are scattred, and possest with fear so…
Poin. How the Rogue roar'd.
Exeunt.
Scœna Tertia.
Enter Hotspurre solus, reading a Letter.
But for mine owne part, my Lord, I could bee well contented to be there, in respect of…
let him tell the King we are prepared. I will set forwards, to night. Enter his Lady. How…
La. O my good Lord, why are you thus alone? For what offence haue I this fortnight bin…
Hot. What ho; Is Gilliams with the Packet gone?
Ser. He is my Lord, an houre agone.
Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses frō the Sheriffe?
Ser. One horse, my Lord, he brought euen now.
Hot. What Horse? A Roane, a crop eare, is it not.
Ser. It is my Lord.
Hot. That Roane shall be my Throne. Well, I will backe him straight. Esperance, bid Butler lead him…
La. But heare you, my Lord.
Hot. What say'st thou my Lady?
La. What is it carries you away?
Hot. Why, my horse (my Loue) my horse.
La. Out you mad‑headed Ape, a Weazell hath not such a deale of Spleene, as you are tost…
Hot. So farre a foot, I shall be weary, Loue.
La. Come, come, you Paraquito, answer me dirctly vnto this question, that I shall aske. Indeede Ile breake…
Hot. Away, away you trifler: Loue, I loue thee not, I care not for thee Kate: this is…
La. Do ye not loue me? Do ye not indeed? Well, do not then. For since you loue…
Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride? And when I am a horsebacke, I will sweare I loue…
La. How so farre?
Hot. Not an inch further. But harke you Kate, Whither I go, thither shall you go too: To…
La. It must of force.
Exeunt
Scena Quarta.
Enter Prince and Poines.
Prin. Ned, prethee come out of that fat roome, & lend me thy hand to laugh a little.
Poines. Where hast bene Hall?
Prin. With three or foure Logger‑heads, amongst 3. or fourescore Hogsheads. I haue sounded the verie base string…
Poines. Francis.
Prin. Thou art perfect.
Poin. Francis.
Enter Drawer.
Fran. Anon, anon sir; looke downe into the Pomgar net, Ralfe.
Prince. Come hither Francis.
Fran. My Lord.
Prin. How long hast thou to serue, Francis?
Fran. Forsooth fiue yeares, and as much as to⸺
Poin. Francis.
Fran. Anon, anon sir.
Pria. Fiue yeares: Berlady a long Lease for the clin king of Pewter. But Francis, darest thou be…
Fran. O Lord sir, Ile be sworne vpon all the Books in England, I could finde in my…
Poin. Francis.
Fran. Anon, anon sir.
Prin. How old art thou, Francis?
Fran. Let me see, about Michaelmas next I shalbe⸺
Poin. Francis.
Fran. Anon sir, pray you stay a little, my Lord.
Prin. Nay but harke you Francis, for the Sugar thou gauest me,'twas a peny worth, was't not?
Fran. O Lord sir, I would it had bene two.
Prin. I will giue thee for it a thousand pound: Aske me when thou wilt, and thou shalt…
Poin. Francis.
Fran. Anon, anon.
Prin. Anon Francis? No Francis, but to morrow Fran cis: or Francis, on thursday: or indeed Francis when…
Fran. My Lord.
Prin. Wilt thou rob this Leatherne Ierkin, Christall button, Not‑pated, Agat ring, Puke stocking, Caddice garter, Smooth tongue,…
Fran. O Lord sir, who do you meane?
Prin. Why then your browne Bastard is your onely drinke: for looke you Francis, your white Canuas doub…
Fran. What sir?
Poin. Francis.
Prin. Away you Rogue, dost thou heare them call?
Heere they both call him, the Drawer stands amazed, not knowing which way to go.
Enter Vintner.
Vint. What, stand'st thou still, and hear'st such a cal ling? Looke to the Guests within: My Lord,…
Prin. Let them alone a while, and then open the doore. Poines.
Enter Poines.
Poin. Anon, anon sir.
Prin. Sirra, Falstaffe and the rest of the Theeues, are at the doore, shall we be merry?
Poin. As merrie as Crickets my Lad. But harke yee, What cunning match haue you made with this…
Prin. I am now of all humors, that haue shewed them selues humors, since the old dayes of…
Fran. Anon, anon sir.
Prin. That euer this Fellow should haue fewer words then a Parret, and yet the sonne of a…
Enter Falstaffe.
Poin. Welcome Iacke, where hast thou beene?
Fal. A plague of all Cowards I say, and a Vengeance too, marry and Amen. Giue me a…
Prin. Did st thou neuer see Titan kisse a dish of Butter, pittifull hearted Titan that melted at…
Fal. You Rogue, heere's Lime in this Sacke too: there is nothing but Roguery to be found in…
Prin. How now Woolsacke, what mutter you?
Fal. A Kings Sonne? If I do not beate thee out of thy Kingdome with a dagger of…
Prin. Why you horson round man? what's the matter?
Fal. Are you not a Coward? Answer me to that, and Poines there?
Prin. Ye fatch paunch, and yee call mee Coward, Ile stab thee.
Fal. I call thee Coward? Ile see thee damn'd ere I call the Coward: but I would giue…
Prince. O Villaine, thy Lippes are scarce wip'd, since thou drunk'st last.
Falst. All's one for that. He drinkes. A plague of all Cowards still, say I.
Prince. What's the matter?
Falst. What's the matter? here be foure of vs, haue ta'ne a thousand pound this Morning.
Prince. Where is it, Iack? where is it?
Falst. Where is it? taken from vs, foure of vs.
Prince. What, a hundred, man?
Falst. I am a Rogue, if I were not at halfe Sword with a dozen of them two…
Prince. Speake sirs, how was it?
Gad. We foure set vpon some dozen.
Falst. Sixteene, at least, my Lord.
Gad. And bound them.
Peto. No, no, they were not bound.
Falst. You Rogue, they were bound, euery man of them, or I am a Iew else, an Ebrew…
Gad. As we were sharing, some sixe or seuen fresh men set vpon vs.
Falst. And vnbound the rest, and then come in the other.
Prince. What, fought yee with them all?
Falst. All? I know not what yee call all: but if I fought not with fiftie of them,…
Poin. Pray Heauen, you haue not murthered some of them.
Falst. Nay, that's past praying for, I haue pepper'd two of them: Two I am sure I haue…
Prince. What, foure? thou sayd'st but two.euen now.
Falst. Foure Hal, I told thee foure.
Poin. I, I, he said foure.
Falst. These foure came all a‑front, and mainely thrust at me; I made no more adoe, but tooke…
Prince. Seuen? why there were but foure, euen now.
Falst. In Buckrom.
Poin. I, foure, in Buckrom Sutes.
Falst. Seuen, by these Hilts, or I am a Villaine else.
Prin. Prethee let him alone, we shall haue more anon.
Falst. Doest thou heare me, Hal?
Prin. I, and marke thee too, Iack.
Falst. Doe so, for it is worth the listning too: these nine in Buckrom, that I told thee…
Prin. So, two more alreadie.
Falst. Their Points being broken.
Poin. Downe fell his Hose.
Falst. Began to giue me ground: but I followed me close, came in foot and hand; and with…
Prin. O monstrous! eleuen Buckrom men growne out of two?
Falst. But as the Deuill would haue it, three mis‑be gotten Knaues, in Kendall Greene, came at my…
Prin. These Lyes are like the Father that begets them, grosse as a Mountaine, open, palpable. Why thou…
Falst. What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth, the truth?
Prin. Why, how could'st thou know these men in Kendall Greene, when it was so darke, thou could'st…
Poin. Come, your reason Iack, your reason.
Falst. What, vpon compulsion? No: were I at the Strappado, or all the Racks in the World, I…
Prin. Ile be no longer guiltie of this sinne. This san guine Coward, this Bed‑presser, this Hors‑back‑breaker, this…
Falst. Away you Starueling, you Elfe‑skin, you dried Neats tongue, Bulles‑pissell, you stocke‑fish: O for breth to vtter.…
Prin. Well, breath a‑while, and then to't againe: and when thou hast tyr'd thy selfe in base comparisons,…
Poin. Marke Iacke.
Prin. We two, saw you foure set on foure and bound them, and were Masters of their Wealth:…
Poines. Come, let's heare Iacke: What tricke hast thou now?
Fal. I knew ye as well as he that made ye. Why heare ye my Masters, was it…
Prin. Content, and the argument shall be, thy runing away.
Fal. A, no more of that Hall, and thou louest me.
Enter Hostesse.
Host. My Lord, the Prince?
Prin. How now my Lady the Hostesse, what say'st thou to me?
Hostesse. Marry, my Lord, there is a Noble man of the Court at doore would speake with you:…
Prin. Giue him as much as will make him a Royall man, and send him backe againe to…
Falst. What manner of man is hee?
Hostesse. An old man.
Falst. What doth Grauitie out of his Bed at Midnight? Shall I giue him his answere?
Prin. Prethee doe Iacke.
Falst. 'Faith, and Ile send him packing.
Exit.
Prince. Now Sirs: you fought faire; so did you Peto, so did you Bardol: you are Lyons too,…
Bard. 'Faith, I ranne when I saw others runne.
Prin. Tell mee now in earnest, how came Falstaffes Sword so hackt?
Peto. Why, he hackt it with his Dagger, and said, hee would sweare truth out of England, but…
Bard. Yea, and to tickle our Noses with Spear‑grasse, to make them bleed, and then to beslubber our…
Prin. O Villaine, thou stolest a Cup of Sacke eigh teene yeeres agoe, and wert taken with the…
Bard. My Lord, doe you see these Meteors? doe you behold these Exhalations?
Prin. I doe.
Bard. What thinke you they portend?
Prin. Hot Liuers, and cold Purses.
Bard. Choler, my Lord, if rightly taken.
Prin. No, if rightly taken, Halter. Enter Falstaffe. Heere comes leane Iacke, heere comes bare‑bone. How now my…
Falst. My owne Knee? When I was about thy yeeres (Hal) I was not an Eagles Talent in…
Poin. O, Glendower.
Falst. Owen, Owen; the same, and his Sonne in Law Mortimer, and old Northumberland, and the sprightly Scot…
Prin. Hee that rides at high speede, and with a Pistoll kills a Sparrow flying.
Falst. You haue hit it.
Prin. So did he neuer the Sparrow.
Falst. Well, that Rascall hath good mettall in him, hee will not runne.
Prin. Why, what a Rascall art thou then, to prayse him so for running?
Falst. A Horse‑backe (ye Cuckoe) but a foot hee will not budge a foot.
Prin. Yes Iacke, vpon instinct.
Falst. I grant ye, vpon instinct: Well, hee is there too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blew‑Cappes…
Prin. Then 'tis like, if there come a hot Sunne, and this I ciuill buffetting hold, wee shall…
Falst. By the Masse Lad, thou say'st true, it is like wee shall haue good trading that way.…
Prin. Not a whit: I lacke some of thy instinct.
Falst. Well, thou wilt be horrible chidde to morrow, when thou commest to thy Father: if thou doe…
Prin. Doe thou stand for my Father, and examine mee vpon the particulars of my Life.
Falst. Shall I? content: This Chayre shall bee my State, this Dagger my Scepter, and this Cushion my…
Prin. Thy State is taken for a Ioyn'd‑Stoole, thy Gol den Scepter for a Leaden Dagger, and thy…
Falst. Well, and the fire of Grace be not quite out of thee, now shalt thou be moued.…
Prin. Well, heere is my Legge.
Falst. And heere is my speech: stand aside Nobilitie.
Hostesse. This is excellent sport, yfaith.
Falst. Weepe not, sweet Queene, for trickling teares are vaine.
Hostesse. O the Father, how hee holdes his counte nance?
Falst. For Gods sake Lords, conuey my trustfull Queen, For teares doe stop the floud‑gates of her eyes.
Hostesse. O rare, he doth it as like one of these harlotry Players, as euer I see.
Falst. Peace good Pint‑pot, peace good Tickle‑braine. Harry, I doe not onely maruell where thou spendest thy time;…
Prin. What manner of man, and it like your Ma iestie?
Falst. A goodly portly man yfaith, and a corpulent, of a chearefull Looke, a pleasing Eye, and a…
Prin. Do'st thou speake like a King? doe thou stand for mee, and Ile play my Father.
Falst. Depose me: if thou do'st it halfe so grauely, so maiestically, both in word and matter, hang…
Prin. Well, heere I am set.
Falst. And heere I stand: iudge my Masters.
Prin. Now Harry, whence come you?
Falst. My Noble Lord, from East‑cheape.
Prin. The complaints I heare of thee, are grieuous.
Falst. Yfaith, my Lord, they are false: Nay, Ile tickle ye for a young Prince.
Prin. Swearest thou, vngracious Boy? Henceforth ne're looke on me: thou art violently carryed away from Grace: there…
Falst. I would your Grace would take me with you: whom meanes your Grace?
Prince. That villanous abhominable mis‑leader of Youth, Falstaffe, that old white‑bearded Sathan.
Falst. My Lord, the man I know.
Prince. I know thou do'st.
Falst. But to say, I know more harme in him then in my selfe, were to say more…
Prince. I doe, I will.
Enter Bardolph running.
Bard. O, my Lord, my Lord, the Sherife, with a most most monstrous Watch, is at the doore.
Falst. Out you Rogue, play out the Play: I haue much to say in the behalfe of that…
Enter the Hostesse.
Hostesse. O, my Lord, my Lord.
Falst. Heigh, heigh, the Deuill rides vpon a Fiddle sticke: what's the matter?
Hostesse. The Sherife and all the Watch are at the doore: they are come to search the House,…
Falst. Do'st thou heare Hal, neuer call a true peece of Gold a Counterfeit: thou art essentially made,…
Prince. And thou a naturall Coward, without in stinct.
Falst. I deny your Maior: if you will deny the Sherife, so: if not, let him enter. If…
Prince. Goe hide thee behinde the Arras, the rest walke vp aboue. Now my Masters, for a true…
Falst. Both which I haue had: but their date is out, and therefore Ile hide me.
Exit.
Prince. Call in the Sherife.
Enter Sherife and the Carrier.
Prince. Now Master Sherife, what is your will with mee?
She. First pardon me, my Lord. A Hue and Cry hath followed certaine men vnto this house.
Prince. What men?
She. One of them is well knowne, my gracious Lord, a grosse fat man.
Car. As fat as Butter.
Prince. The man, I doe assure you, is not heere, For I my selfe at this time haue…
She. I will, my Lord: there are two Gentlemen Haue in this Robberie lost three hundred Markes.
Prince. It may be so: if he haue robb'd these men, He shall be answerable: and so farewell.
She. Good Night, my Noble Lord.
Prince. I thinke it is good Morrow, is it not?
She. Indeede, my Lord, I thinke it be two a Clocke.
Exit.
Prince. This oyly Rascall is knowne as well as Poules: goe call him forth.
Peto. Falstaffe? fast asleepe behinde the Arras, and snorting like a Horse.
Prince. Harke, how hard he fetches breath: search his Pockets.
He searcheth his Pickets, and findeth certaine Papers.
Prince. What hast thou found?
Peto. Nothing but Papers, my Lord.
Prince. Let's see, what be they? reade them.
Peto. Item, a Capon. ii.s.ii.d. Item, sawce. iiii.d. Item, Sacke, two Gallons. v.s.viii.d. Item, Anchoues and Sacke after…
Prince. O monstrous, but one halfe penny‑worth of Bread to this intollerable deale of Sacke? What there is…
Peto. Good morrow, good my Lord.
Exeunt.
Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
Enter Hotspurre, Worcester, Lord Mortimer, Owen Glendower.
Mort. These promises are faire, the parties sure, And our induction full of prosperous hope.
Hotsp. Lord Mortimer, and Cousin Glendower, Will you sit downe? And Vnckle Worcester; a plague vpon it, I…
Glend. No, here it is: Sit Cousin Percy, sit good Cousin Hotspurre: For by that Name, as oft…
Hotsp. And you in Hell, as oft as he heares Owen Glen dower spoke of.
Glend. I cannot blame him: At my Natiuitie, The front of Heauen was full of fierie shapes, Of…
Hotsp. Why so it would haue done at the same season, if your Mothers Cat had but kitten'd,…
Glend. I say the Earth did shake when I was borne.
Hotsp. And I say the Earth was not of my minde, if you suppose, as fearing you, it…
Glend. The Heauens were all on fire, the Earth did tremble.
Hotsp. Oh, then the Earth shooke To see the Heauens on fire, And not in feare of your…
Glend. Cousin: of many men I doe not beare these Crossings: Giue me leaue To tell you once…
Hotsp. I thinke there's no man speakes better Welsh: Ile to Dinner.
Mort. Peace Cousin Percy, you will make him mad.
Glend. I can call Spirits from the vastie Deepe.
Hotsp. Why so can I, or so can any man: But will they come, when you doe call…
Glend. Why, I can teach thee, Cousin, to command the Deuill.
Hotsp. And I can teach thee, Cousin, to shame the Deuil, By telling truth. Tell truth, and shame…
Mort. Come, come, no more of this vnprofitable Chat.
Glend. Three times hath Henry Bullingbrooke made head Against my Power: thrice from the Banks of Wye, And…
Hotsp. Home without Bootes, And in foule Weather too, How scapes he Agues in the Deuils name?
Glend. Come, heere's the Mappe: Shall wee diuide our Right, According to our three‑fold order ta'ne?
Mort. The Arch‑Deacon hath diuided it Into three Limits, very equally: England, from Trent, and Seuerne, hitherto, By…
Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, Lords: And in my Conduct shall your Ladies come,…
Hotsp. Me thinks my Moity, North from Burton here, In quantitie equals not one of yours: See, how…
Glend. Not winde? it shall, it must, you see it doth.
Mort. Yea, but marke how he beares his course, And runnes me vp, with like aduantage on the…
Worc. Yea, but a little Charge will trench him here, And on this North side winne this Cape…
Hotsp. Ile haue it so, a little Charge will doe it.
Glend. Ile not haue it alter'd.
Hotsp. Will not you?
Glend. No, nor you shall not.
Hotsp. Who shall say me nay?
Glend. Why, that will I.
Hotsp. Let me not vnderstand you then, speake it in Welsh.
Glend. I can speake English, Lord, as well as you: For I was trayn'd vp in the English…
Hotsp. Marry, and I am glad of it with all my heart, I had rather be a Kitten,…
Glend. Come, you shall haue Trent turn'd.
Hotsp. I doe not care: Ile giue thrice so much Land To any well‑deseruing friend; But in the…
Glend. The Moone shines faire, You may away by Night: Ile haste the Writer; and withall, Breake with…
Exit.
Mort. Fie, Cousin Percy, how you crosse my Fa ther.
Hotsp. I cannot chuse: sometime he angers me, With telling me of the Moldwarpe and the Ant, Of…
Mort. In faith he was a worthy Gentleman, Exceeding well read, and profited, In strange Concealements: Valiant as…
Worc. In faith, my Lord, you are too wilfull blame, And since your comming hither, haue done enough,…
Hotsp. Well, I am school'd: Good‑manners be your speede; Heere come your Wiues, and let vs take our…
Enter Glendower, with the Ladies.
Mort. This is the deadly spight, that angers me, My Wife can speake no English, I no Welsh.
Glend. My Daughter weepes, shee'le not part with you, Shee'le be a Souldier too, shee'le to the Warres.
Mort. Good Father tell her, that she and my Aunt Percy Shall follow in your Conduct speedily.
Glendower speakes to her in Welsh, and she an sweres him in the same.
Glend. Shee is desperate heere: A peeuish selfe‑will'd Harlotry, One that no perswasion can doe good vpon.
The Lady speakes in Welsh.
Mort. I vnderstand thy Lookes: that pretty Welsh Which thou powr'st down from these swelling Heauens, I am…
The Lady againe in Welsh.
Mort. I vnderstand thy Kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation: But I will neuer be…
Glend. Nay, if thou melt, then will she runne madde.
The Lady speakes againe in Welsh.
Mort. O, I am Ignorance it selfe in this.
Glend. She bids you, On the wanton Rushes lay you downe, And rest your gentle Head vpon her…
Mort. With all my heart Ile sit, and heare her sing: By that time will our Booke, I…
Glend. Doe so: And those Musitians that shall play to you, Hang in the Ayre a thousand Leagues…
Hotsp. Come Kate, thou art perfect in lying downe: Come, quicke, quicke, that I may lay my Head…
Lady. Goe, ye giddy‑Goose.
The Musicke playes.
Hotsp. Now I perceiue the Deuill vnderstands Welsh, And 'tis no maruell he is so humorous: Byrlady hee's…
Lady. Then would you be nothing but Musicall, For you are altogether gouerned by humors: Lye still ye…
Hotsp. I had rather heare (Lady) my Brach howle in Irish.
Lady. Wbuld'st haue thy Head broken?
Hotsp. No.
Lady. Then be still.
Hotsp. Neyther, 'tis a Womans fault.
Lady. Now God helpe thee.
Hotsp. To the Welsh Ladies Bed.
Lady. What's that?
Hotsp. Peace, shee sings.
Heere the Lady sings a Welsh Song.
Hotsp. Come, Ile haue your Song too.
Lady. Not mine, in good sooth.
Hotsp. Not yours, in good sooth? You sweare like a Comfit‑makers Wife: Not you, in good sooth; and,…
Lady. I will not sing.
Hotsp. 'Tis the next way to turne Taylor, or be Red‑ brest reacher: and the Indentures be drawne,…
Exit.
Glend. Come, come, Lord Mortimer, you are as slow, As hot Lord Percy is on fire to goe.…
Mart. With all my heart.
Exeunt.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter the King, Prince of Wales, and others.
King. Lords, giue vs leaue: The Prince of Wales, and I, Must haue some priuate conference: But be…
Prince. So please your Maiesty, I would I could Quit all offences with as cleare excuse, As well…
King. Heauen pardon thee: Yet let me wonder, Harry, At thy affections, which doe hold a Wing Quite…
They surfeted with Honey, and began to loathe The taste of Sweetnesse, whereof a little More then a…
Prince. I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious Lord, Be more my selfe.
King. For all the World, As thou art to this houre, was Richard then, When I from France…
Prince. Doe not thinke so, you shall not finde it so: And Heauen forgiue them, that so much…
King. A hundred thousand Rebels dye in this: Thou shalt haue Charge, and soueraigne trust herein. Enter Blunt.…
Blunt. So hath the Businesse that I come to speake of. Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word,…
King. The Earle of Westmerland set forth to day: With him my sonne, Lord Iohn of Lancaster, For…
Exeunt.
Scena Tertia.
Enter Falstaffe and Bardolph.
Falst. Bardolph, am I not falne away vilely, since this last action? doe I not bate? doe I…
Bard. Sir Iohn, you are so fretfull, you cannot liue long.
Falst. Why there is it: Come, sing me a bawdy Song, make me merry: I was as vertuously…
Bard. Why, you are so fat, Sir Iohn, that you must needes bee out of all compasse; out…
Falst. Doe thou amend thy Face, and Ile amend thy Life: Thou art our Admirall, thou bearest the…
Bard. Why, Sir Iohn, my Face does you no harme.
Falst. No, Ile be sworne: I make as good vse of it, as many a man doth of…
Bard. I would my Face were in your Belly.
Falst. So should I be sure to be heart‑burn'd. Enter Hostesse. How now, Dame Partlet the Hen, haue…
Hostesse. Why Sir John, what doe you thinke, Sir Iohn? doe you thinke I keepe Theeues in my…
Falst. Ye lye Hostesse: Bardolph was shau'd, and lost many a hayre; and Ile be sworne my Pocket…
Hostesse. Who I? I defie thee: I was neuer call'd so in mine owne house before.
Falst. Goe to, I know you well enough.
Hostesse. No, Sir Iohn, you doe not know me, Sir Iohn: I know you, Sir Iohn: you owe…
Falst. Doulas, filthy Doulas: I haue giuen them away to Bakers Wiues, and they haue made Boulters of…
Hostesse. Now was I am a true Woman, Holland of eight shillings an Ell: You owe Money here…
Falst. Hee had his part of it, let him pay.
Hostesse. Hee? alas hee is poore, hee hath no thing.
Falst. How? Poore? Looke vpon his Face: What call you Rich? Let them coyne his Nose, let them…
Hostesse. I haue heard the Prince tell him, I know not how oft, that that Ring was Copper.
Falst. How? the Prince is a Iacke, a Sneake‑Cuppe: and if hee were heere, I would cudgell him…
Enter the Prince marching, and Falstaffe meets him, playing on his Trunchion like a Fife.
Falst. How now Lad? is the Winde in that Doore? Must we all march?
Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.
Hostesse. My Lord, I pray you heare me.
Prince. What say'st thou, Mistresse Quickly? How does thy Husband? 1 loue him well, hee is an honest…
Hostesse. Good, my Lord, heare mee.
Falst. Prethee let her alone, and list to mee.
Prince. What say'st thou, Iacke?
Falst. The other Night I fell asleepe heere behind the Arras, and had my Pocket pickt: this House…
Prince. What didst thou lose, Iacke?
Falst. Wilt thou beleeue me, Hal? Three or foure Bonds of fortie pound apeece, and a Seale‑Ring of…
Prince. A Trifle, some eight‑penny matter.
Host. So I told him, my Lord; and I said, I heard your Grace say so: and (my…
Prince. What hee did not?
Host. There's neyther Faith, Truth, nor Woman‑hood in me else.
Falst. There's no more faith in thee then a stu'de Prune; nor no more truth in thee, then…
Host. Say, what thing? what thing?
Falst. What thing? why a thing to thanke heauen on.
Host. I am no thing to thanke heauen on, I wold thou shouldst know it: I am an…
Falst. Setting thy woman‑hood aside, thou art a beast to say otherwise.
Host. Say, what beast, thou knaue thou?
Fal. What beast? Why an Otter.
Prin. An Otter, sir Iohn? Why an Otter?
Fal. Why? She's neither fish nor flesh; a man knowes not where to haue her.
Host. Thou art vniust man in saying so; thou, or anie man knowes where to haue me, thou…
Prince. Thou say'st true Hostesse, and he slanders thee most grossely.
Host. So he doth you, my Lord, and sayde this other day, You ought him a thousand pound.
Prince. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?
Falst. A thousand pound Hal? A Million. Thy loue is worth a Million: thou ow'st me thy loue.
Host. Nay my Lord, he call'd you Iacke, and said hee would cudgell you.
Fal. Did I, Bardolph?
Bar. Indeed Sir Iohn, you said so.
Fal. Yea, if he said my Ring was Copper.
Prince. I say 'tis Copper. Dar'st thou bee as good as thy word now?
Fal. Why Hal? thou know'st, as thou art but a man, I dare: but, as thou art a…
Prince. And why not as the Lyon?
Fal. The King himselfe is to bee feared as the Lyon: Do'st thou thinke Ile feare thee, as…
Prin. O, if it should. how would thy guttes fall about thy knees. But sirra: There's no roome…
Fal. Do'st thou heare Hal? Thou know'st in the state of Innocency, Adam fell: and what should□poore Iacke…
Prin. It appears so by the story.
Fal. Hostesse, I forgiue thee: Go make ready Breakfast, loue thy Husband, Looke to thy Seruants, and cherish…
Prin. O my sweet Beefe: I must still be good Angell to thee. The Monie is paid backe…
Fal. O, I do not like that paying backe, 'tis a double Labour.
Prin. I am good Friends with my Father, and may do any thing.
Fal. Rob me the Exchequer the first thing thou do'st, and do it with vnwash'd hands too.
Bard. Do my Lord.
Prin. I haue procured thee Iacke, a Charge of Foot.
Fal. I would it had beene of Horse. Where shal I finde one that can steale well? O,…
Prin. Bardolph.
Bar. My Lord.
Prin. Go beare this Letter to Lord Iohn of Lancaster To my Brother Iohn. This to my Lord…
Fal. Rare words! braue world. Hostesse, my breakfast, come: Oh, I could wish thit Tauerne were my drumme.
Exeunt omnes.
Actus Quartus. Scœna Prima.
Enter Harrie Hotspurre, Worcester, and Dowglas.
Hot. Well said, my Noble Scot, if speaking truth In this fine Age, were not thought flatterie, Such…
Dow. Thou art the King of Honor: No man so potent breathes vpon the ground, But I will…
Enter a Messenger.
Hot. Do so, and 'tis well. What Letters hast there? I can but thanke you.
Mess. These Letters come from your Father.
Hot. Letters from him? Why comes he not himselfe?
Mes. He cannot come, my Lord, He is greeuous sicke.
Hot. How? haz he the leysure to be sicke now, In such a iustling time? Who leades his…
Mess. His Letters beares his minde, not I his minde.
Wor. I prethee tell me, doth he keepe his Bed?
Mess. He did, my Lord, foure dayes ere I set forth: And at the time of my departure…
Wor. I would the state of time had first beene whole, Ere he by sicknesse had beene visited:…
Hotsp. Sicke now? droope now? this sicknes doth infect The very Life‑blood of our Enterprise, 'Tis catching hither,…
Wor. Your Fathers sicknesse is a mayme to vs.
Hots. A perillous Gash, a very Limme lopt off: And yet, in faith, it is not his present…
Dowg. Faith, and so wee should, Where now remaines a sweet reuersion. We may boldly spend, vpon the…
Hotsp. A Randeuous, a Home to flye vnto, If that the Deuill and Mischance looke bigge Vpon the…
Wor. But yet I would your Father had beene here: The Qualitie and Heire of our Attempt Brookes…
Hotsp. You strayne too farre. I rather of his absence make this vse: It lends a Lustre and…
Dowg. As heart can thinke: There is not such a word spoke of in Scotland, At this Dreame…
Enter Sir Richard Vernon.
Hotsp. My Cousin Vernon, welcome by my Soule.
Vern. Pray God my newes be worth a welcome, Lord, The Earle of Westmerland, seuen thousand strong, Is…
Hotsp. No harme: what more?
Vern. And further, I haue learn'd, The King himselfe in person hath set forth, Or hither‑wards intended speedily,…
Hotsp. He shall be welcome too. Where is his Sonne, The nimble‑footed Mad‑Cap, Prince of Wales, And his…
Vern. All furnisht, all in Armes, All plum'd like Estridges, that with the Winde Bayted like Eagles, hauing…
Hotsp. No more, no more, Worse then the Sunne in March: This prayse doth nourish Agues: let them…
Ver. There is more newes: I learned in Worcester, as I rode along, He cannot draw his Power…
Dowg. That's the worst Tidings that I heare of yet.
Wor. I by my faith, that beares a frosty sound.
Hotsp. What may the Kings whole Battaile reach unto?
Ver. To thirty thousand.
Hot. Forty let it be, My Father and Glendower being both away, The powres of vs, may serue…
Dow. Talke not of dying, I am out of feare Of death, or deaths hand, for this one…
Exeunt Omnes.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Falstaffe and Bardolph.
Falst. Bardolph, get thee before to Couentry, fill me a Bottle of Sack, our Souldiers shall march through:…
Bard. Will you giue me Money, Captaine?
Falst. Lay out, lay out.
Bard. This Bottle makes an Angell.
Falst. And if it doe, take it for thy labour: and if it make twentie, take them all,…
Bard. I will Captaine: farewell.
Exit.
Falst. If I be not asham'd of my Souldiers, I am a sowc't‑Gurnet: I haue mis‑vs'd the Kings…
gether, and throwne ouer the shoulders like a Heralds Coat, without sleeues: and the Shirt, to say the…
Enter the Prince, and the Lord of Westmerland.
Prince. How now blowne Iack? how now Quilt?
Falst. What Hal? How now mad Wag, what a Deuill do'st thou in Warwickshire? My good Lord of…
West. 'Faith, Sir Iohn,'tis more then time that I were there, and you too: but my Powers are…
Falst. Tut, neuer fear me, I am as vigilant as a Cat, to steale Creame.
Prince. I thinke to steale Creame indeed, for thy theft hath alreadie made thee Butter: but tell me,…
Falst. Mine, Hal, mine.
Prince. I did neuer see such pittifull Rascals.
Falst. Tut, tut, good enough to tosse: foode for Pow der, foode for Powder: they'le fill a Pit,…
Westm. I, but Sir Iohn, me thinkes they are exceeding poore and bare, too beggarly.
Falst. Faith, for their pouertie, I know not where they had that; and for their barenesse, I am…
Prince. No, Ile be sworne, vnlesse you call three fingers on the Ribbes bare. But sirra, make haste,…
Falst. What, is the King encamp'd?
Westm. Hee is, Sir Iohn, I feare wee shall stay too long.
Falst. Well, to the latter end of a Fray, and the begin ning of a Feast, fits a…
Exeunt.
Scœna Tertia.
Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Dowglas, and Vernon.
Hotsp. Wee'le fight with him to Night.
Worc. It may not be.
Dowg. You giue him then aduantage.
Vern. Not a whit.
Hotsp. Why say you so? lookes he not for supply?
Vern. So doe wee.
Hotsp. His is certaine, ours is doubtfull.
Worc. Good Cousin be aduis'd, stirre not to night.
Vern. Doe not, my Lord.
Dowg. You doe not counsaile well: You speake it out of feare, and cold heart.
Vern. Doe me no slander, Dowglas: by my Life, And I dare well maintaine it with my Life,…
Dowg. Yea, or to night.
Vern. Content.
Hotsp. To night, say I.
Vern. Come, come, it may not be. I wonder much, being mē of such great leading as you…
Hotsp. So are the Horses of the Enemie In generall iourney bated, and brought low: The better part…
Worc. The number of the King exceedeth ours: For Gods sake, Cousin, stay till all come in.
The Trumpet sounds a Parley. Enter Sir Walter Blunt.
Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the King, If you vouchsafe me hearing, and respect.
Hotsp. Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt: And would to God you were of our determination. Some of vs loue…
Blunt. And Heauen defend, but still I should stand so, So long as out of Limit, and true…
Hotsp. The King is kinde: And well wee know, the King Knowes at what time to promise, when…
Blunt: Tut, I came not to heare this.
Hotsp. Then to the point. In short time after, hee depos'd the King. Soone after that, depriu'd him…
Blunt. Shall I returne this answer to the King?
Hotsp. Not so, Sir Walter. Wee'le with‑draw a while: Goe to the King, and let there be impawn'd…
Blunt. I would you would accept of Grace and Loue.
Hotsp. And't may be, so wee shall.
Blunt. Pray Heauen you doe.
Exeunt.
Scena Quarta.
Enter the Arch‑Bishop of Yorke, and Sir Michell.
Arch. Hie, good Sir Michell, beare this sealed Briefe With winged haste to the Lord Marshall, This to…
Sir Mich. My good Lord, I guesse their tenor.
Arch. Like enough you doe. To morrow, good Sir Michell, is a day, Wherein the fortune of ten…
Sir Mich. Why, my good Lord, you need not feare, There is Dowglas, and Lord Mortimer.
Arch. No, Mortimer is not there.
Sir Mic. But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy, And there is my Lord of Worcester, And…
Arch. And so there is, but yet the King hath drawne The speciall head of all the Land…
Sir M. Doubt not my Lord, he shall be well oppos'd
Arch. I hope no lesse? Yet needful 'tis to feare, And to preuent the worst, Sir Michell speed;…
Exeunt.
Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
Enter the King, Prince of Wales, Lord Iohn of Lancaster, Earle of Westmerland, Sir Walter Blunt, and Falstaffe.
King. How bloodily the Sunne begins to peere Aboue yon busky hill: the day lookes pale At his…
Prin. The Southerne winde Doth play the Trumpet to his purposes, And by his hollow whistling in the…
King. Then with the losers let it sympathize, For nothing can seeme foule to those that win.
The Trumpet sounds.
Enter Worcester.
King. How now my Lord of Worster? 'Tis not well That you and I should meet vpon such…
Wor. Heare me, my Liege: For mine owne part, I could be well content To entertaine the Lagge‑end…
King. You haue not sought it: how comes it then?
Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.
Prin. Peace, Chewet, peace.
Wor. It pleas'd your Maiesty, to turne your lookes Of Fauour, from my Selfe, and all our House;…
Sworne to vs in yonger enterprize.
Kin. These things indeede you haue articulated, Proclaim'd at Market Crosses, read in Churches, To face the Garment…
Prin. In both our Armies, there is many a soule Shall pay full dearely for this encounter, if…
King. And Prince of Wales, so dare we venter thee, Albeit, considerations infinite Do make aga□□st it: No…
Exit Worccster.
Prin. It will not be accepted, on my life, The Dowglas and the Hotspurre both together, Are confident…
King. Hence therefore, euery Leader to his charge, For on their answer will we set on them; And…
Exeunt.
Manet Prince and Falstaffe.
Fal. Hal, if thou see me downe in the battell, And bestride me, so; 'tis a point of…
Prin. Nothing but a Colossus can do thee that frendship Say thy prayers, and farewell.
Fal. I would it were bed time Hal, and all well.
Prin. Why, thou ow'st heauen a death.
Fast. 'Tis not due yet: I would bee loath to pay him before his day. What neede I…
Exit.
Scena Secunda.
Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon.
Wor. O no, my Nephew must not know, Sir Richard, The liberall kinde offer of the King.
Ver. 'Twere best he did.
Wor. Then we are all vndone. It is not possible, it cannot be, The King would keepe his…
Ver. Deliuer what you will, Ile say 'tis so. Heere comes your Cosin.
Enter Hotspurre.
Hot. My Vnkle is return'd, Deliuer vp my Lord of Westmerland. Vnkle, what newe‑?
Wor. The King will bid you battell presently.
Dow. Defie him by the Lord of Westmerland.
Hot. Lord Dowglas: Go you and tell him so.
Dow. Marry and shall, and verie willingly.
Exit Dowglas.
Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the King.
Hot. Did you begge any? God forbid.
Wor. I told him gently of our greeuances, Of his Oath‑breaking: which he mended thus, By now forswearing…
Enter Dowglas.
Dow. Arme Gentlemen, to Armes, for I haue thrown A braue defiance in King Henries teeth: And Westmerland…
Wor. The Prince of Wales stept forth before the king, And Nephew, challeng'd you to single fight.
Hot. O, would the quarrell lay vpon our heads, And that no man might draw short breath to…
Ver. No, by my Soule: I neuer in my life Did heare a Challenge vrg'd more modestly, Vnlesle…
Hot. Cousin, I thinke thou art enamored On his Follies: neuer did I heare Of any Prince so…
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. My Lord, heere are Letters for you.
Hot. I cannot reade them now. O Gentlemen, the time of life is short; To spend that shortnesse…
Enter another Messenger.
Mes. My Lord prepare, the King comes on apace.
Hot. I thanke him, that he cuts me from my tale: For I professe not talking: Onely this,…
They embrace, the Trumpets sound, the King entereth with his power, alarum vnto the battell. Then enter Dowglas,…
Blu. What is thy name, that in battel thus yu crossest me? What honor dost thou seeke vpon…
Dow. Know then my name is Dowglas, And I do haunt thee in the battell thus, Because some…
Blunt. They tell thee true.
Dow. The Lord of Stafford deere to day hath bought Thy likenesse: for insted of thee King Harry,…
Blu. I was not borne to yeeld, thou haughty Scot, And thou shalt finde a King that will…
Fight, Blunt is slaine, then enters Hotspur.
Hot. O Dowglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus I neuer had triumphed o're a Scot.
Dow. All's done, all's won, here breathles lies the king
Hot. Where?
Dow. Heere.
Hot. This Dowglas? No, I know this face full well: A gallant Knight he was, his name was…
Dow. Ah foole: go with thy soule whether it goes, A borrowed Title hast thou bought too deere.…
Hot. The King hath many marching in his Coats.
Dow. Now by my Sword, I will kill all his Coates, Ile murder all his Wardrobe peece by…
Hot. Vp, and away, Our Souldiers stand full fairely for the day.
Exeunt
Alarum, and enter Falstaffe solus.
Fal. Though I could scape shot‑free at London, I fear the shot heere: here's no scoring, but vpon…
Enter the Prince.
Pri. What, stand'st thou idle here? Lend me thy sword, Many a Nobleman likes starke and stiffe Vnder…
Fal. O Hal, I prethee giue me leaue to breath a while: Turke Gregory neuer did such deeds…
Prin. He is indeed, and liuing to kill thee: I prethee lend me thy sword.
Falst. Nay Hal, if Percy bee aliue, thou getst not my Sword; but take my Pistoll if thou…
Prin. Giue it me: What, is it in the Case?
Fal. I Hal, 'tis hot: There's that will Sacke a City.
The Prince drawes out a Bottle of Sacke.
Prin. What, is it a time to iest and dally now.
Exit.
Throwes it at him.
Fal. If Percy be aliue, Ile pierce him: if he do come in my way, so: if he…
Exit
Scena Tertia.
Alarum, excursions, enter the King, the Prince, Lord Iohn of Lancaster, and Earle of Westmerland.
King. I prethee Harry withdraw thy selfe, thou blee dest too much: Lord Iohn of Lancaster, go you…
P. Ioh. Not I, my Lord, vnlesse I did bleed too.
Prin. I beseech your Maiesty make vp, Least you retirement do amaze your friends.
King. I will do so: My Lord of Westmerland leade him to his Tent.
West. Come my Lord, Ile leade you to your Tent.
Prin. Lead me my Lord? I do not need your helpe; And heauen forbid a shallow scratch should…
Ioh. We breath too long. Come cosin Westmerland, Our duty this way lies, for heauens sake come.
Prin. By heauen thou hast deceiu'd me Lancaster, I did not thinke thee Lord of such a spirit:…
King. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point, With lustier maintenance then I did looke for…
Prin. O this Boy, lends mettall to vs all.
Exit.
Enter Dowglas.
Dow. Another King? They grow like Hydra's heads: I am the Dowglas, fatall to all those That weare…
King. The King himselfe: who Dowglas grieues at [missing 1 words] So many of his shadowes thou hast…
Dow. I feare thou art another counterfeit: And yet infaith thou bear'st thee like a King: But mine…
They fight, the K. being in danger,
Enter Prince.
Prin. Hold vp they head vile Scot, or thou art like Neuerto hold it vp againe: the Spirits…
King. Stay, and breath awhile. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion, And shew'd thou mak'st some tender of…
Prin. O heauen, they did me too much iniury, That euer said 1 hearkned to your death. If…
K. Make vp to Clifton, Ile to Sir Nicholas Gausey.
Exit
Enter Hotspur.
Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
Prin. Thou, speak'st as if I would deny my name.
Hot. My name is Harrie Percie.
Prin. Why then I see a very valiant rebel of that name. I am the Prince of Wales,…
Hot. Nor shall it Harry, for the houre is come To end the one of vs; and would…
Prin. Ile make it greater, ere I part from thee, And all the budding Honors on thy Crest,…
Hot. I can no longer brooke thy Vanities.
Fight.
Enter Falstaffe.
Fal. Well said Hal, to it Hal. Nay you shall finde no Boyes play heere, I can tell…
Enter Dowglas, he fights with Falstaffe, who fals down as if he were dead. The Prince killeth Percie.
Hot. Oh Harry, thou hast rob'd me of my youth: I better brooke the losse of brittle life,…
Prin. For Wormes, braue Percy. Farewell great heart: Ill‑weau'd Ambition, how much art thou shrunke? When that this…
Exit.
Falstaffe riseth vp.
Falst. Imbowell'd? if thou imbowell mee to day, Ile giue you leaue to powder me, and eat me…
Takes Hotspurre on his backe.
Enter Prince and Iohn of Lancaster.
Prin. Come Brother Iohn, full brauely hast thou flesht thy Maiden sword.
Iohn. But soft, who haue we heere? Did you not tell me this Fat man was dead?
Prin. I did, I saw him dead, Breathlesse and bleeding on the ground: Art thou aliue? Or is…
Fal. No, that's certaine: I am not a double man: but if I be not Iacke Falstaffe, then…
Prin. Why, Percy I kill'd my selfe, and saw thee dead.
Fal. Did'st thou? Lord, Lord, how the world is giuen to Lying? I graunt you I was downe,…
Iohn. This is the strangest Tale that e're I heard.
Prin. This is the strangest Fellow, Brother Iohn. Come bring your luggage Nobly on your backe: For my…
Exeunt
Fal. Ile follow as they say, for Reward. Hee that re wards me, heauen reward him. If I…
Exit
Scæna Quarta.
The Trumpets sound. Enter the King, Prince of Wales, Lord Iohn of Lancaster, Earle of Westmerland, with Worcester…
King. Thus euer did Rebellion finde Rebuke. Ill‑spirited Worcester, did we not send Grace, Pardon, and tearmes of…
Wor. What I haue done, my safety vrg'd me to, And I embrace this fortune patiently, Since not…
King. Beare Worcester to death, and Vernon too: Other Offenders we will pause vpon. Exit Worcester and Vernon.…
Prin. The Noble Scot Lord Dowglas, when hee saw The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,…
King. With all my heart.
Prin. Then Brother Iohn of Lancaster, To you this honourable bounty shall belong: Go to the Dowglas, and…
King. Then this remaines: that we diuide our Power. You Sonne Iohn, and my Cousin Westmerland Towards Yorke…
Exeunt.