The Second Part of the Henry the Fourth, Contaning his Death: and the Coronation of King Henry the Fift

The Second Part of the Henry the Fourth, Contaning his Death: and the Coronation of King Henry the…

Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.

INDVCTION.

Enter Rumour.

OPen your Eares: For which of you will stop □he vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speakes? □…

Exit.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Lord Bardolfe, and the Porter.

L. Bar. Who keeps the Gate heere hos? Where is the Earl?

Por. What shall I say you are?

Bar. Tell thou the Earle That the Lord Bardolfe doth attend him heere.

Por. His Lordship is walk'd forth into the Orchard. Please it your Honour, knocke but at the Gate,…

Enter Northumberland.

L. Bar. Here comes the Earle.

Nor. What news, Lord Bardolfe? Every minute now Should be the Father of some Stratagem; The Times are…

L. Bar. Noble Earle, I bring you certaine newes from Shrewsbury.

Nor. Good, and heauen will.

L. Bar. As good as heart can wish: The King is almost wounded to the death: And in…

Nor. How is this deriu'd? Saw you the Field? Came you from Shrewsbury?

L. Bar. I spake with one (my L.) that came frō thence, A Gentleman, well bred, and of…

Nor. Heere comes my Servant Trauers, whom I sent On Tuesday last, to listen after Newes.

Enter Trauers

L. Bar. My Lord, I ouer‑rod him on the way; And he is furnish'd with no certainties, More…

Nor. Now Trauers, what good tidings comes frō you?

Tra. My Lord, Sit Iohn Vmfreuill turn'd me backe With ioyfull tydings; and (being better hors'd) Out‑rod me.…

North. Ha? Againe: Said he yong Harrie Percyes Spurre was cold? (Of Hot‑Spurre, cold‑Spurre?) that Rebellion, Had met…

L. Bar. My Lord: Ile tell you what, If my yong Lord your Sonne, haue not the day,…

Nor. Why should the Gentleman that rode by Trauers Giue then such instances of Losse?

L. Bar. Who, he? He was some hielding Fellow, that had stolne The Horse he rode‑on: and vpon…

Enter Morton.

Nor. Yea, this mans brow, like to a Title‑leafe, Fore‑tels the Nature of a Tragicke Volume: So lookes…

Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury (my Noble Lord) Where hatefull death put on his vgliest Maske To fright…

North. How doth my Sonne, and Brother? Thou trembl'st; and the whitenesse in thy Cheeke Is apter then…

Mor. Dowglas is liuing, and your Brother, yet: But for my Lord, your Sonne.

North. Why he is dead. See what a ready tongue Suspition hath: He that but feares the thing,…

Mor. You are too great, to be (by me) gainsaid: Your Spirit is too true, your Feares too…

North. Yet for all this, say not that Percies dead. I see a strange Confession in thine Eye:…

L. Bar. I cannot thinke (my Lord) your son is dead.

Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to beleeue That, which I would to heauen, I had…

North. For this, I shall haue time enough to mourne. In Poyson, there is Physicke: and this newes…

L. Bar. Sweet Earle, divorce not wisedom from your (Honor.

Mor. The liues of all your loving Complices Leane‑on your health, the which if you giue‑o're To stormy…

L. Bar. We all that are engaged to this losse, Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous Seas,…

Mor. 'Tis more then time: And (my most Noble Lord) I heare for certaine, and do speake the…

North. I knew of this before. But to speake truth, This present greefe had wip'd it from my…

Exeunt.

Scena Tertia.

Enter Falstaffe, and Page.

Fal. Sirra, you giant, what saies the Doct. to my water?

Pag. He said sir, the Water it selfe was a good healthy water: but for the party that…

Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at mee: the braine of this foolish compounded…

Pag. He said sir, you should procure him better Assu­ rance, then Bardolfe: he wold not take his…

Fal. Let him bee damn'd like the Glutton, may his Tongue be hotter, a horson Achitophel; a Rascally‑yea‑…

Pag. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horse.

Fal. I bought him in Paules, and hee'l buy mee a horse in Smithfield. If I could get…

Enter Chiefe Iustice, and Seruant.

Pag. Sir, heere comes the Nobleman that committed the Prince for striking him, about Bardolfe.

Fal. Wait close, I will not see him.

Ch. Iust. What's he that goes there?

Ser. Falstaffe, and't please your Lordship.

Iust. He that was in question for the Robbery?

Ser. He my Lord, but he hath since done good service at Shrewsbury: and (as I heare) is…

Iust. What to Yorke? Call him backe againe.

Ser. Sir Iohn Falstaffe.

Fal. Boy, tell him, I am deafe.

Pag. You must speake lowder, my Master is deafe.

Iust. I am sure he is, to the hearing of any thing good. Go plucke him by the…

Ser. Sir Iohn.

Fal. What? a yong knaue and beg? Is there not wars? Is there not imployment? Doth not the…

Ser. You mistake me Sir.

Fal. Why sir? Did I say you were an honest man? Set­ ting my Knight‑hood, and my Souldiership…

Ser. I pray you (Sir) then set your Knighthood and your Souldier‑ship aside, and giue mee leaue to…

Fal. I give thee leaue to tell me so? I lay a‑side that which growes to me? If…

Ser. Sir, my Lord would speake with you.

Iust. Sir Iohn Falstaffe, a word with you.

Fal. My good Lord: giue your Lordship good time of the day. I am glad to see your…

Iust. Sir Iohn, I sent you before your Expedition, to Shrewsburie.

Fal. If it please your Lordship, I heare his Maiestie is return'd with some discomfort from Wales.

Iust. I talke not of his Maiesty: you would not come when I sent for you?

Fal. And I heare moreover, his Highnesse is falne into this same whorson Apoplexie.

Iust. Well, heauen mend him. I pray let me speak with (you.

Fal. This Apoplexie is (as I take it) a kind of Lethar­ gie, a sleeping of the blood,…

Iust. What tell you me of it? be it as it is.

Fal. It hath it originall from much greefe; from study and perturbation of the braine. I have read…

Iust. I thinke you are falne into the disease: For you heare not what I say to you.

Fal. Very well (my Lord) very well: rather an't please you) it is the disease of not Listning,…

Iust. To punish you by the heeles, would amend the attention of your eares, & I care not…

Fal. I am as poore as Iob, my Lord; but not so Patient: your Lordship may minister the…

Iust. I sent for you (when there were matters against you for your life) to come speake with…

Fal. As I was then advised by my learned Councel, in The lawes of this Land‑service, I did…

Iust. Wel, the truth is (sir Iohn) you liue in great infamy

Fal. He that buckles him in my belt, cānot liue in lesse.

Iust. Your Meanes is very slender, and your wast great.

Fal. I would it were otherwise: I would my Meanes were greater, and my waste slenderer.

Iust. You haue misled the youthfull Prince.

Fal. The yong Prince hath misled mee. I am the Fel­ low with the great belly, and he…

Iust. Well, I am loth to gall a new‑heal'd wound: your daies service at Shrewsbury, hath a little…

Fal. My Lord?

Iust. But since all is wel, keep it so: wake not a sleeping (Wolfe.

Fal. To wake a Wolfe, is as bad as to smell a Fox.

Iu. What? you are as a candle, the better part burnt out

Fal. A Wassell‑Candle, my Lord; all Tallow: if I did say of wax, my growth would approue the…

Iust. There is not a white haire on your face, but shold haue his effect of grauity.

Fal. His effect of grauy, grauy, grauy.

Iust You follow th□ yong Prince vp and downe, like his euill Angell.

Fal. Not so (my Lord) your ill Angell is light: but I hope, he that lookes vpon mee,…

Iust. Do you set downe your name in the scrowle of youth, that are written downe old, with…

Fal. My Lord, l was borne with a white head, & som­ thing a round belly. For my…

Iust. Wel, heauen send the Prince a better companion.

Fal. Heaven send the Companion a better Prince: I cannot rid my hands of him.

Iust. Well, the King hath seuer'd you and Prince Har­ ry, I heare you are going with Lord…

Fal. Yes, I thanke your pretty sweet wit for it: but looke you pray, (all you that kisse…

Iust. Well, be honest, be honest, and heauen blesse your Expedition.

Fal. Will your Lordship lend mee a thousand pound, to furnish me forth?

Iust. Not a peny, not a peny: you are too impatient to beare crosses. Fare you well. Commend…

Fal. If I do, fillop me with a three‑man‑Beetle. A man can no more separate Age and Couetousnesse,…

Page. Sir.

Fal. What money is in my purse?

Page. Seuen groats, and two pence.

Fal. I can get no remedy against this Consumption of the purse. Borrowing onely lingers, and lingers it…

Exeunt

Scena Quarta,

Enter Archbishop, Hastings, Mowbray, and Lord Bardolfe.

Ar. Thus haue you heard our causes, & kno our Means: And my most noble Friends, I pray…

Mow. I well allow the occasion of our Armes, But gladly would be better satisfied, How (in our…

Hast. Our present Musters grow vpon the File To fiue and twenty thousand men of choice: And our…

L. Bar. The question then (Lord Hastings) standeth thus Whether our present fiue and twenty thousand May hold‑vp‑head,…

Hast. With him, we may.

L. Bar. I marry, there's the point: But if without him we be thought to feeble, My iudgement…

Arch. 'Tis very true Lord Bardolfe, for indeed It was yong Hotspurres case, at Shrewsbury.

L. Bar. It was (my Lord) who lin'd himself with hope, Eating the ayre, on promise of Supply,…

Hast. But (by your leave) it neuer yet did hurt, To lay downe likely‑hoods, and formes of hope.

L. Bar. Yes, if this present quality of warre, Indeed the instant action: a cause on foot, Liues…

Hast. Grant that our hopes (yet likely of faire byrth) Should be still‑borne: and that we now possest…

L. Bar. What is the King but fiue & twenty thousand?

Hast. To vs no more: nay not so much Lord Bardolf. For his diuisions (as the Times do…

Ar. That he should draw his seuerall strengths togither And come against vs in full puissance Need not…

Hast. If he should do so, He leaues his backe vnarm'd, the French, and Welch Baying him at…

L. Bar. Who is it like should lead his Forces hither?

Hast. The Duke of Lancaster, and Westmerland: Against the Welsh himselfe, and Harrie Monmouth. But who is substitiuetd…

Arch. Let vs on: And publish the occasion of our Armes. The Common‑wealth is sicke of their owne…

Mow. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on?

Hast. We are Times subiects, and Time bids, be gon.

Actus Secundus. Scœna Prima.

Enter Hostesse. With two Officers, Fang, and Snare.

Hostesse. Mr. Fang, haue you entred the Action?

Fang. It is enter'd.

Hostesse. Wher's your Yeoman? Is it a lusty yeoman? Will he stand to it?

Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare?

Hostesse. I, I, good M. Snare..

Snare. Heere, heere.

Fang. Snare, we must Arrest Sir Iohn Falstaffe.

Host. I good M. Snare, I haue enter'd him, and all.

Sn. It may chance cost some of vs our liues: he wil stab

Hostesse. Alas the day: take heed of him: he stabd me in mine owne house, and that most…

Fang. If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.

Hostesse. No, nor I neither: Ile be at your elbow.

Fang. If I but fist him once: if he come but within my Vice.

Host. I am vndone with his going: I warrant he is an infinitiue thing vpon my score. Good…

Fal. How now? whose Mare's dead? what's the matter?

Fang. Sir Iohn, I arrest you, at the suit of Mist. Quickly.

Falst. Away Varlets, draw Bardolfe: Cut me off the Villaines head: throw the Queane in the Channel.

Host. Throw me in the channell? Ile throw thee there. Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly rogue. Murder,…

Falst. Keep them off, Bardolfe.

Fang. A rescu, a rescu.

Host. Good people bring a rescu. Thou wilt not? thou wilt not? Do, do thou Rogue: Do thou…

Page. Away you Scullion, you Rampallian, you Fustil­ lirian: Ile tucke your Catastrophe.

Enter. Ch. Iustice.

Iust. What's the matter? Keepe the Peace here, hoa.

Host. Good my Lord be good to mee. I beseech you stand to me.

Ch. Iust. How now sir Iohn? What are you brauling here? Doth this become your place, your time,…

Host. Oh my most worshipfull Lord, and't please your Grace, I am a poore widdow of Eastcheap, and…

Ch. Iust. For what summe?

Host. It is more then for some (my Lord) it is for all: all I haue, he hath…

Falst. I thinke I am as like to ride the Mare, if I haue any vantage of ground,…

Ch: Iust. How comes this, Sir Iohn? Fy, what a man of good temper would endure this tempest…

Falst. What is the grosse summe that I owe thee?

Host. Marry (if thou wer't an honest man) thy selfe, & the mony too. Thou didst sweare to…

Fal. My Lord, this is a poore mad soule: and she sayes vp & downe the town, that…

Iust. Sir Iohn, sir Iohn, I am well acquainted with your maner of wrenching the true cause, the…

Host. Yes in troth my Lord.

Iust. Prethee peace: pay her the debt you owe her, and vnpay the villany you haue done her:…

Fal. My Lord, I will not vndergo this sneape without reply. You call honorable Boldnes, impudent Sawcinesse: If…

Iust. You speake, as hauing power to do wrong: But answer in the effect of your Reputation, and…

Falst. Come hither Hostesse.

Enter M. Gower

Ch. Iust. Now Master Gower; What newes?

Gow. The King (my Lord) and Henrie Prince of Wales Are neere at hand: The rest the Paper…

Falst. As I am a Gentleman.

Host. Nay, you said so before.

Fal. As I am a Gentleman. Come, no more words of it

Host. By this Heauenly ground I tread on, I must be faine to pawne both my Plate, and…

Fal. Glasses, glasses, is the onely drinking: and□for thy walles a pretty slight Drollery, or the Storie of…

Host. Prethee (Sir Iohn) let it be, but twenty Nobles, I loath to pawne my Plate, in good…

Fal. Let it alone, Ile make other shift: you'l be a fool still.

Host. Well, you shall haue it although I pawne my Gowne. I hope you'l come to Supper: You'l…

Fal. Will I liue? Go with her, with her: hooke‑on, hooke‑on.

Host. Will you haue Doll Teare‑sheet meet you at sup­ per?

Fal. No more words. Let's haue her.

Ch. Iust. I haue heard bitter newes.

Fal What's the newes (my good Lord?)

Ch. Iu. Where lay the King last night?

Mes. At Basingstoke my Lord.

Fal. I hope (my Lord) all's well. What is the newes my Lord?

Ch. Iust. Come all his Forces backe?

Mes. No: Fifteene hundred Foot, fiue hundred Horse Are march'd vp to my Lord of Lancaster, Against Northumberland,…

Fal. Comes the King backe from Wales, my noble L?

Ch. Iust. You shall haue Letters of me presently. Come, go along with me, good M. Gowre.

Fal. My Lord.

Ch. Iust. What's the matter?

Fal. Master Gowre, shall I entreate you with mee to dinner?

Gow. I must waite vpon my good Lord heere. I thanke you, good Sir Iohn.

Ch. Iust. Sir Iohn, you loyter heere too long, being you are to take Souldiers vp, in Countries…

Fal. Will you sup with me, Master Gowre?

Ch. Iust. What foolish Master taught you these man‑ ners, Sir Iohn?

Fal. Master Gower, if they become mee not, hee was a Foole that taught them mee. This is…

Ch. Iust. Now the Lord lighten thee, thou art a great Foole.

Exeunt

Scena Secunda.

Enter Prince Henry, Pointz, Bardolfe, and Page.

Prin. Trust me, I am exceeding weary.

Poin. Is it come to that? I had thought weariness durst not haue attach'd one of so high…

Prin. It doth me: though it discolours the complexion Of my Greatnesse to acknowledge it. Doth it not…

Poin. Why, a Prince should not be so loosely studied, as to remember so weake a Composition.

Prince. Belike then, my Appetite was not Princely got: for (in troth) I do now remember the poore…

Poin. How ill it followes, after you haue labour'd so hard, you should talke so idlely? Tell me…

Prin. Shall I tell thee one thing, Pointz?

Poin. Yes: and let it be an excellent good thing.

Prin. It shall serue among wittes of no higher breed­ ing then thine.

Poin. Go to: I stand the push of your one thing, that you'l tell.

Prin. Why, I tell thee, it is not meet, that I should be sad now my Father is…

Poin. Very hardly, vpon such a subiect.

Prin. Thou think'st me as farre in the Diuels Booke, as thou, and Falstaffe, for obduracie and persistencie.…

Poin. The reason?

Prin. What would'st thou think of me, if I shold weep?

Poin. I would thinke thee a most Princely hypocrite.

Prin. It would be euery mans thought: and thou art a blessed Fellow, to thinke as euery man…

Poin. Why, because you haue beene so lewde, and so much ingraffed to Falstaffe.

Prin. And to thee.

Pointz. Nay, I am well spoken of, I can heare it with mine owne eares: the worst that…

Prince. And the Boy that I gaue Falstaffe, he had him from me Christian, and see if the…

Enter Bardolfe.

Bar. Saue your Grace.

Prin. And yours, most Noble Bardolfe.

Poin. Come you pernitious Asse, you bashfull Foole, must you be blushing? Wherefore blush you now? what a…

Page. He call'd me euen now (my Lord) through a red Lattice, and I could discerne no part…

Prin. Hath not the boy profited?

Bar. Away, you horson vpright Rabbet, away.

Page. Away, you rascally Altheas dreame, away.

Prin. Instruct vs Boy: what dreame, Boy?

Page. Marry (my Lord) Althea dream'd, she was de­ liuer'd of a Firebrand, and therefore I call him…

Prince. A Crownes‑worth of good Interpretation: There it is, Boy.

Poin. O that this good Blossome could bee kept from Cankers: Well, there is six pence to preserue…

Bard. If you do not make him be hang'd among you, the gallowes shall be wrong'd.

Prince. And how doth thy Master, Bardolph?

Bar. Well, my good Lord: he heard of your Graces comming to Towne. There's a Letter for you.

Poin. Deliuer'd with good respect: And how doth the Martlemas, your Master?

Bard. In bodily health Sir.

Poin. Marry, the immortal part needes a Physitian: but that moues not him: though that bee sicke, it…

Prince. I do allow this Wen to bee as familiar with me, as my dogge: and he holds…

Poin. Letter. Iohn Falstaffe Knight: (Euery man must know that, as oft as hee hath occasion to name…

Prince. Nay, they will be kin to vs, but they wil fetch it from Iaphet. But to the…

Poin. Why this is a Certificate.

Prin. Peace. I will imitate the honourable Romaines in breuitie.

Poin. Sure he meanes breuity in breath: short‑winded. I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I…

Prin. That's to make him eate twenty of his Words. But do you vse me thus Ned? Must…

Poin. May the Wench haue no worse Fortune. But I neuer said so.

Prin. Well, thus we play the Fooles with the time, & the spirits of the wise, sit in…

Bard. Yes my Lord.

Prin. Where suppes he? Doth the old Bore, feede in the old Franke?

Bard, At the old place my Lord, in East‑cheape.

Prin. What Company?

Page. Ephesians my Lord, of the old Church.

Prin. Sup any women with him?

Page. None my Lord, but old Mistris Quickly, and M. Doll Teare‑sheet.

Prin. What Pagan may that be?

Page A proper Gentlewoman, Sir, and a Kinswoman of my Masters.

Prin. Euen such Kin, as the Parish Heyfors are to the Towne‑Bull? Shall we steale vpon them (Ned)…

Poin. I am your shadow, my Lord, Ile follow you.

Prin. Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your Master that I am yet in Towne. There's…

Bar. I haue no tongue, sir.

Page. And for mine Sir, I will gouerne it.

Prin. Fare ye well: go. This Doll Teare‑sheet should be some Rode.

Poin. I warrant you, as common as the way betweene S. Albans, and London.

Prin. How might we see Falstaffe bestow him selfe to night, in his true colours, and not our…

Poin. Put on two Leather Ierkins, and Aprons, and waite vpon him at his Table, like Drawers.

Prin. From a God, to a Bull? A heauie declension: It was Ioues case. From a Prince, to…

Exeunt

Scena Tertia.

Enter Northumberland, his Ladie, and Harrie Percies Ladie.

North. I prethee louing Wife, and gentle Daughter, Giue an euen way vnto my rough Affaires: Put not…

Wife. I haue giuen ouer, I will speak no more. Do what you will: your Wisedome, be your…

North. Alas (sweet Wife) my Honor is at pawne, And but my going, nothing can redeeme it.

La. Oh yet, for heauens sake, go not to these Warrs; The Time was (Father) when you broke…

North. Beshrew your heart, (Faire Daughter) you doe draw my Spirits from me, With new lamenting ancient Ouer‑sights.…

Wife. O flye to Scotland, Till that the Nobles, and the armed Commons, Haue of their Puissance made…

Lady. If they get ground, and vantage of the King, Then ioyne you with them, like a Ribbe…

North. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my Minde As with the Tyde, swell'd vp vnto…

Exeunt.

Scæna Quarta.

Enter two Drawers.

1. Drawer. What hast thou brought there? Apple‑ Iohns? Thou know'st Sir Iohn cannot endure an Apple‑ Iohn.

2. Draw. Thou say'st true: the Prince once set a Dish of Apple‑Iohns before him, and told him…

1. Draw. Why then couer, and set them downe: and see if thou canst finde out Sneakes Noyse;…

2. Draw. Sirrha, heere will be the Prince, and Master Points, anon: and they will put on two…

1. Draw. Then here will be old Vtis: it will be an ex­ cellent stratagem.

2. Draw. Ile see if I can finde out Sneake.

Exit.

Enter Hostesse, and Dol.

Host. Sweet‑heart, me thinkes now you are in an ex­ cellent good temperalitie: your Pulsidge beates as ex­…

Dol. Better then I was: Hem.

Host. Why that was well said: A good heart's worth Gold. Looke, here comes Sir Iohn.

Enter Falstaffe.

Falst. When Arthur first in Court‑‑(emptie the Iordan) and was a worthy King: How now Mistris Dol?

Host. Sick of a Calme: yea, good‑sooth.

Falst. So is all her Sect: if they be once in a Calme, they are sick.

Dol. You muddie Rascall, is that all the comfort you giue me?

Falst. You make fat Rascalls, Mistris Dol.

Dol. I make them? Gluttonie and Diseases make them, I make them not.

Falst. If the Cooke make the Gluttonie, you helpe to make the Diseases (Dol) we catch of you…

Dol. I marry, our Chaynes, and our Iewels.

Falst. Your Brooches, Pearles, and Owches: For to serue brauely, is to come halting off: you know, to…

Host. Why this is the olde fashion: you two neuer meete, but you fall to some discord: you…

Dol. Can a weake emptie Vessell beare such a huge full Hogs‑head? There's a whole Marchants Venture of…

Enter Drawer.

Drawer. Sir, Ancient Pistoll is below, and would speake with you.

Dol. Hang him, swaggering Rascall, let him not come hither: it is the foule­mouth'dst Rogue in Eng­ land.

Host. If hee swagger, let him not come here: I must liue amongst my Neighbors, Ile no Swaggerers:…

Falst. Do'st thou heare, Hostesse?

Host. 'Pray you pacifie your selfe (Sir Iohn) there comes no Swaggerers heere.

Falst. Do'st thou heare? it is mine Ancient.

Host. Tilly‑fally (Sir Iohn) neuer tell me, your ancient Swaggerer comes not in my doores. I was before…

Falst. Hee's no Swaggerer (Hostesse:) a tame Cheater, hee: you may stroake him as gently, as a Puppie…

Host. Cheater, call you him? I will barre no honest man my house, nor no Cheater: but I…

Dol. So you doe, Hostesse.

Host. Doe I? yea, in very truth doe I, if it were an As­ pen Leafe: I cannot…

Enter Pistol, and Bardolph and his Boy.

Pist. 'Saue you, Sir Iohn.

Falst. Welcome Ancient Pistol. Here (Pistol) I charge you with a Cup of Sacke: doe you discharge vpon…

Pist. I will discharge vpon her (Sir Iohn) with two Bullets.

Falst. She is Pistoll‑proofe (Sir) you shall hardly of­ fend her.

Host. Come, Ile drinke no Proofes, nor no Bullets: I will drinke no more then will doe me…

Pist. Then to you (Mistris Dorothie) I will charge you.

Dol. Charge me? I scorne you (scuruie Companion) what? you poore, base, rascally, cheating, lacke‑Linnen­ Mate: away you…

Pist. I know you, Mistris Dorothie.

Dol. Away you Cut‑purse Rascall, you filthy Bung, away: By this Wine, Ile thrust my Knife in your…

Pist. I will murther your Ruffe, for this.

Host. No, good Captaine Pistol: not heere, sweete Captaine.

Dol. Captaine? thou abhominable damn'd Cheater, art thou not asham'd to be call'd Captaine? If Captaines were of…

Bard. Pray thee goe downe, good Ancient.

Falst. Hearke thee hither, Mistris Dol.

Pist. Not I: I tell thee what, Corporall Bardolph, I could teare her: Ile be reueng'd on her.

Page. 'Pray thee goe downe.

Pist. Ile see her damn'd first: to Pluto's damn'd Lake, to the Infernall Deepe, where Erebus and Tortures…

Host. Good Captaine Peesel be quiet, it is very late: I beseeke you now, aggrauate your Choler.

Pist. These be good Humors indeede. Shall Pack‑ Horses, and hollow‑pamper'd Iades of Asia, which can­ not goe…

Host. By my troth Captaine, these are very bitter words.

Bard. Be gone, good Ancient: this will grow to a Brawle anon.

Pist. Die men, like Dogges; giue Crownes like Pinnes: Haue we not Hiren here?

Host. On my word (Captaine) there's none such here. What the good‑yere, doe you thinke I would denye…

Pist. Then feed, and be fat (my faire Calipolis.) Come, giue me some Sack, Si fortune me tormente,…

Fal. Pistol, I would be quiet.

Pist. Sweet Knight, I kisse thy Neaffe: what? wee haue seene the seuen Starres.

Dol. Thrust him downe stayres, I cannot endure such a Fustian Rascall.

Pist. Thrust him downe stayres? know we not Gallo­ way Nagges?

Fal. Quoit him downe (Bardolph) like a shoue‑groat shilling: nay, if hee doe nothing but speake nothing, hee…

Bard. Come, get you downe stayres.

Pist. What? shall wee haue Incision? shall wee em­ brew? then Death rocke me asleepe, abridge my dolefull…

Host. Here's good stuffe toward.

Fal. Giue me my Rapier, Boy.

Dol. I prethee Iack, I prethee doe not draw.

Fal. Get you downe stayres.

Host. Here's a goodly tumult: Ile forsweare keeping house, before Ile be in these tirrits, and frights. So:…

Dol. I prethee Iack be quiet, the Rascall is gone: ah, you whorson little valiant Villaine, you.

Host. Are you not hurt i'th'Groyne? me thought hee made a shrewd Thrust at your Belly.

Fal. Haue you turn'd him out of doores?

Bard. Yes Sir: the Rascall's drunke: you haue hurt him (Sir) in the shoulder.

Fal. A Rascall to braue me.

Dol. Ah, you sweet little Rogue, you: alas, poore Ape, how thou swear'st? Come, let me wipe thy…

Fal. A rascally Slaue, I will tosse the Rogue in a Blan­ ket.

Dol. Doe, if thou dar'st for thy heart: if thou doo'st, Ile canuas thee betweene a paire of…

Enter Musique.

Page. The Musique is come, Sir.

Fal. Let them play: play Sirs. Sit on my Knee, Dol. A Rascall, bragging Slaue: the Rogue fled…

Dol. And thou followd'st him like a Church: thou whorson little tydie Bartholmew Bore‑pigge, when wilt thou leaue…

Enter the Prince and Poines disguis'd.

Fal. Peace (good Dol) doe not speake like a Deaths‑ head: doe not bid me remember mine end.

Dol. Sirrha, what humor is the Prince of?

Fal. A good shallow young fellow: hee would haue made a good Pantler, hee would haue chipp'd Bread…

Dol. They say Poines hath a good Wit.

Fal. Hee a good Wit? hang him Baboone, his Wit is as thicke as Tewksburie Mustard: there is…

Dol. Why doth the Prince loue him so then?

Fal. Because their Legges are both of a bignesse: and hee playes at Quoits well, and eates Conger…

Prince. Would not this Naue of a Wheele haue his Eares cut off?

Poin. Let vs beat him before his Whore.

Prince. Looke, if the wither'd Elder hath not his Poll claw'd like a Parrot.

Poin. Is it not strange, that Desire should so many yeeres out‑liue performance?

Fal. Kisse me Dol.

Prince. Saturne and Venus this yeere in Coniunction? What sayes the Almanack to that?

Poin. And looke whether the fierie Trigon, his Man, be not lisping to his Masters old Tables, his…

Fal. Thou do'st giue me flatt'ring Busses.

Dol. Nay truely, I kisse thee with a most constant heart.

Fal. I am olde, I am olde.

Dol. I loue thee better, then I loue ere a scuruie young Boy of them all.

Fal. What stuffe with thou haue a Kirtle of? I shall receiue Money on Thursday: thou shalt haue…

Dol. Thou wilt set me a weeping, if thou say'st so: proue that euer I dresse my selfe…

Fal. Some Sack, Francis.

Prin. Poin. Anon, anon, Sir.

Fal. Ha? a Bastard Sonne of the Kings? And art not thou Poines, his Brother?

Prince. Why thou Globe of sinfull Continents, what a Life do'st thou lead?

Fal. A better then thou: I am a Gentleman, thou art a Drawer.

Prince. Very true, Sir: and I come to draw you out by the Eares.

Host. Oh, the Lord preserue thy good Grace: Wel­ come to London. Now Heauen blesse that sweete Face…

Fal. Thou whorson mad Compound of Maiestie: by this light flesh, and corrupt Blood, thou art welcome.

Dol. How? you fat Foole, I scorne you.

Poin. My Lord, hee will driue you out ef your re­ uenge, and turne all to a merryment,…

Prince. You whorson Candle‑myne you, how vildly did you speake of me euen now, before this honest, ver­…

Host. Blessing on your good heart, and so shee is by my troth.

Fal. Didst thou heare me?

Prince. Yes: and you knew me, as you did when you ranne away by Gads‑hill: you knew I…

Fal. No, no, no: not so: I did not thinke, thou wast within hearing.

Prince. I shall driue you then to confesse the wilfull abuse, and then I know how to handle…

Fal. No abuse (Hall) on mine Honor, no abuse.

Prince. Not to disprayse me? and call me P□ntler, and Bread‑chopper, and I know not what?

Fal. No abuse (Hal.)

Poin. No abuse?

Fal. No abuse (Ned) in the World: honest Ned none. I disprays'd him before the Wicked, that the…

Prince. See now whether pure Feare, and entire Cow­ ardise, doth not make thee wrong this vertuous Gentle­…

Poin. Answere thou dead Elme, answere,

Fal. The Fiend hath prickt downe Bardolph irrecoue­ rable, and his Face is Lucifers Priuy‑Kitchin, where hee doth…

Prince. For the Women?

Fal. For one of them, shee is in Hell alreadie, and burnes poore Soules: for the other, I…

Host. No, I warrant you,

Fal. No, I thinke thou art not: I thinke thou art quit for that. Marry, there is another…

Host. All Victuallers doe so: What is a Ioynt of Mutton, or two, in a whole Lent?

Prince. You, Gentlewoman.

Dol. What sayes your Grace?

Falst. His Grace sayes that, which his flesh rebells against.

Host. Who knocks so lowd at doore? Looke to the doore there, Francis?

Enter Peto.

Prince. Peto, how now? what newes?

Peto. The King, your Father, is at Westminster, And there are twentie weake and wearied Postes, Come from…

Prince. By Heauen (Poines) I feele me much to blame, So idly to prophane the precious time, When…

Exit.

Falst. Now comes in the sweetest Morsell of the night, and wee must hence, and leaue it vnpickt.…

Bard. You must away to Court, Sir, presently, A dozen Captaines stay at doore for you.

Falst. Pay the Musitians, Sirrha: farewell Hostesse, farewell Dol. You see (my good Wenches) how men of Merit…

Dol. I cannot speake: if my heart bee not readie to burst‑‑‑ Well (sweete Iacke) haue a care…

Falst. Farewell, farewell.

Exit.

Host. Well, fare thee well: I haue knowne thee these twentie nine yeeres, come Pescod‑time: but an honester,…

Bard. Mistris Teare‑sheet.

Host. What's the matter?

Bard. Bid Mistris Teare‑sheet come to my Master.

Host. Oh runne Dol, runne: runne, good Dol.

Exeunt.

Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.

Enter the King, with a Page.

King. Goe, call the Earles of Surrey, and of Warwick: But ere they come, bid them ore‑reade these…

Enter Warwicke and Surrey.

War. Many good‑morrowes to your Maiestie.

King. Is it good‑morrow, Lords?

War. 'Tis One a Clock, and past.

King. Why then good‑morrow to you all (my Lords:) Haue you read o're the Letters that I sent…

War. We haue (my Liege.)

King. Then you perceiue the Body of our Kingdome, How foule it is: what ranke Diseases grow, And…

War. It is but as a Body, yet distemper'd, Which to his former strength may be restor'd, With…

King. Oh Heauen, that one might read the Book of Fate, And see the reuolution of the Times…

War. There is a Historie in all mens Lives, Figuring the nature of the Times deceas'd: The which…

King. Are these things then Necessities? Then let us meete them like Necessities; And that same word, euen…

War. It cannot be (my Lord:) Rumor doth double, like the Voice, and Eccho, The numbers of the…

King. I will take your counsaile: And were these inward Warres once out of hand, Wee would (deare…

Exeunt.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Shallow and Silence: with Mouldie, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, Bull‑calfe.

Shal. Come‑on, come‑on, come‑on: giue mee your Hand, Sir; giue mee your Hand, Sir: an early stirrer, by…

Sil. Good‑morrow, good Cousin Shallow.

Shal. And how doth my Cousin, your Bed‑fellow? and your fairest Daughter, and mine, my God‑Daughter Ellen?

Sil. Alas, a blacke Ouzell (Cousin Shallow.)

Shal. By yea and nay, Sir, I dare say my Cousin William is become a good Scholler? hee…

Sil. Indeede Sir, to my cost.

Shal. Hee must then to the Innes of Court shortly: I was once of Clements Inne; where (I…

Sil. You were called lustie Shallow then (Cousin.)

Shal. I was call'd any thing: and I would haue done any thing indeede too, and roundly too.…

Sil. This Sir Iohn (Cousin) that comes hither anon a­ bout Souldiers?

Shal. The same Sir Iohn, the very same: I saw him breake Scoggan's Head at the Court‑Gate, when…

Sil. Wee shall all follow (Cousin.)

Shal. Certaine: 'tis certaine: very sure, very sure: Death is certaine to all, all shall dye. How a…

Sil. Truly Cousin, I was not there.

Shal. Death is certaine. Is old Double of your Towne liuing yet?

Sil. Dead, Sir.

Shal. Dead? See, see: hee drew a good Bow: and dead? hee shot a fine shoote. Iohn of…

Sil. Thereafter as they be: a score of good Ewes may be worth tenne pounds.

Shal. And is olde Double dead?

Enter Bardolph and his Boy.

Sil. Heere come two of Iohn Falstaffes Men (as I thinke.)

Shal. Good‑morrow, honest Gentlemen.

Bard. I beseech you, which is Iustice Shallow?

Shal. I am Robert Shallow (sir) a poore Esquire of this Countie, and one of the Kings Iustices…

Bard. My Captaine (Sir) commends him to you: my Captaine, Sir Iohn Falstaffe: a tall Gentleman, and a…

Shal. Hee greetes me well: (Sir) I knew him a good Back‑Sword‑man. How doth the good Knight? may…

Bard. Sir, pardon: a Souldier is better accommoda­ ted, then with a Wife.

Shal. It is well said, Sir; and it is well said, indeede, too: Better accommodated? it is good,…

Bard. Pardon, Sir, I haue heard the word. Phrase call you it? by this Day, I know not…

Enter Falstaffe.

Shal. It is very iust: Looke, heere comes good Sir Iohn. Giue me your hand, giue me your…

Fal. I am glad to see you well, good M. Robert Shal­ low: Master Sure‑card as I thinke?

Shal. No sirIohn, it is my Cosin Silence: in Commissi­ on with mee.

Fal. Good M. Silence, it well befits you should be of the peace.

Sil. Your good Worship is welcome.

Fal Fye, this is hot weather (Gentlemen) haue you prouided me here halfe a dozen of sufficient men?

Shal. Marry haue we sir: Will you sit?

Fal. Let me see them, I beseech you.

Shal. Where's the Roll; Where's the Roll? Where's the Roll? Let me see, let me see, let me…

Moul. Heere, if it please you.

Shal. What thinke you (Sir Iohn) a good limb'd fel­ low: yong. strong, and of good friends.

Fal. Is thy name Mouldie?

Moul. Yea, if it please you.

Fal. 'Tis the more time thou wert vs'd.

Shal. Ha, ha, ha, most excellent. Things that are moul­ die, lacke use: very singular good. Well saide…

Fal. Pricke him.

Moul. I was prickt well enough before, if you could haue let me alone: my old Dame will…

Fal. Go too: peace Mouldie, you shall goe. Mouldie, it is time you were spent.

Moul. Spent?

Shallow. Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside: Know you where you are? For the other sir Iohn: Let me…

Fal. I marry, let me haue him to fit vnder: he's like to be a cold souldier.

Shal. Where's Shadow?

Shad. Heere sir.

Fal. Shadow, whose sonne art thou?

Shad. My Mothers sonne, Sir.

Falst. Thy Mothers sonne: like enough, and thy Fa­ thers shadow: so the sonne of the Female, is…

Shal. Do you like him, sir Iohn?

Falst. Shadow will serue for Summer: pricke him: For wee haue a number of shadowes to fill vppe…

Shal. Thomas Wart?

Falst. Where's he?

Wart. Heere sir.

Falst. Is thy name Wart?

Wart. Yea sir.

Fal. Thou art a very ragged Wart.

Shal. Shall I pricke him downe, Sir Iohn?

Falst. It were superfluous: for his apparrel is built vp­ on his backe, and the whole frame stands…

Shal. Ha, ha, ha, you can do it sir: you can doe it; I commend you well. Francis…

Feeble. Heare sir.

Shal. What Trade art thou Feeble?

Feeble. A Womans Taylor sir.

Shal. Shall I pricke him, sir?

Fal. You may: But if he had beene a mans Taylor, he would haue prick'd you. Wilt thou…

Feeble. I will doe my good will sir, you can have no more.

Falst. Well said, good Womans Tailour: Well sayde Couragious Feeble: thou wilt bee as valiant as the wrath­…

Feeble. I would Wart might haue gone sir.

Fal. I would thou wert a mans Tailor, that yu might'st mend him, and make him fit to…

Feeble, It shall suffice.

Falst. I am bound to thee, reuerend Feeble. Who is the next?

Shal. Peter Bulcalfe of the Greene.

Falst. Yea marry, let vs see Bulcalfe.

Bul. Heere sir.

Fal. Trust me, a likely Fellow. Come, pricke me Bul­ calfe till he roare againe.

Bul. Oh, good my Lord Captaine.

Fal. What? do'st thou roare before th'art prickt.

Bul. Oh sir, I am a diseased man.

Fal. What disease hast thou?

Bul. A whorson cold sir, a cough sir, which I caught with Ringing in the Kings affayres, vpon…

Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the Warres in a Gowne: we will haue away thy Cold, and…

Shal. There is two more called then your number: you must haue but foure heere sir, and so…

Fal. Come, I will goe drinke with you, but I cannot tarry dinner. I am glad to see…

Shal. O sir Iohn, doe you remember since wee lay all night in the Winde‑mill, in S Georges…

Falstaffe. No more of that good Master Shallow: No more of that.

Shal. Ha? it was a merry night. And is Iane Night­ worke aliue?

Fal. She lives, M. Shallow.

Shal. She neuer could away with me.

Fal. Neuer, neuer: she would alwayes say shee could not abide M. Shallow.

Shal. I could anger her to the heart: Shee was then a Bona‑Roba. Doth she hold her owne…

Fal. Old old, M. Shallow.

Shal. Nay, she must be old, she cannot choose but be old: certaine shee's old: and had Robin…

Sil. That's fiftie fiue yeeres agoe.

Shal. Hah, Cousin Silence, that thou hadst seene that, that this Knight and I haue seene: hah, Sir…

Falst. Wee haue heard the Chymes at mid‑night, Ma­ ster Shallow.

Shal. That wee haue, that wee haue; in faith, Sir Iohn, wee haue: our watch‑word was, Hem‑Boyes. Come,…

Bul. Good Master Corporate Bardolph, stand my friend, and heere is foure Harry tenne shillings in French Crownes…

Bard. Go‑too: stand aside.

Mould. And good Master Corporall Captaine, for my old Dames sake, stand my friend: shee hath no body…

Bard. Go‑too: stand aside.

Feeble. I care not, a man can die but once: wee owe a death. I will neuer beare…

Bard. Well said, thou art a good fellow.

Feeble. Nay, I will beare no base minde.

Falst. Come sir, which men shall I haue?

Shal. Foure of which you please.

Bard. Sir, a word with you: I haue three pound, to free Mouldie and Bull‑calfe.

Falst. Go‑too: well.

Shal. Come, sir Iohn, which foure will you haue?

Falst. Doe you chuse for me.

Shal. Marry then, Mouldie, Bull‑calfe, Feeble,and Shadow.

Falst. Mouldie, and Bull‑calfe: for you Mouldie, stay at home. till you are past seruice: and for your…

Shal. Sir Iohn, Sir Iohn, doe not your selfe wrong, they are your likelyest men, and I would…

Falst. Will you tell me (Master Shallow)how to chuse a man? Care I for the Limbe, the Thewes,…

Bard. Hold Wart, Trauerse: thus, thus, thus.

Falst. Come, manage me your Calyuer: so: very well, go‑too, very good, exceeding good. O, giue me alwayes…

Shal. Hee is not his Crafts‑master, hee doth not doe it right. I remember at Mile‑end‑Greene, when I…

Falst. These fellowes will doe well, Master Shallow. Farewell Master Silence, I will not vse many wordes with…

Shal. Sir Iohn, Heauen blesse you, and prosper your Affaires, and send vs Peace. As you returne, visit…

Falst. I would you would, Master Shallow.

Shal. Go‑too: I haue spoke at a word. Fare you well.

Exit.

Falst. Fare you well, gentle Gentlemen. On Bar­ dolph, leade the men away. As I returne, I will…

Exeunt.

Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.

Enter the Arch‑bishop, Mowbray, Hastngs, Westmerland, Coleuile.

Bish. What is this Forrest call'd?

Hast. Tis Gualtree Forrest, and't shall please your Grace.

Bish. Here stand (my Lords) and send discouerers forth, To know the numbers of our Enemies.

Hast. Wee haue sent forth alreadie.

Bish. 'Tis well done. My Friends, and Brethren (in these great Affaires) I must acquaint you, that I…

Mow. Thus do the hopes we haue in him, touch ground, And dash themselues to pieces.

Enter a Messenger.

Hast. Now? what newes?

Mess. West of this Forrest, scarcely off a mile, In goodly forme, comes on the Enemie: And by…

Mow. The iust proportion that we gaue them out. Let vs sway‑on, and face them in the field.

Enter Westmterland.

Bish. What well‑appointed Leader fronts vs here?

Mow. I thinke it is my Lord of Westmerland.

West. Health, and faire greeting from our Generall, The Prince, Lord Iohn, and Duke of Lancaster.

Bish. Say on (my Lord of Westmerland) in peace: What doth concerne your comming?

West. Then (my Lord) Vnto your Grace doe I in chiefe addresse The substance of my Speech. If…

Bish. Wherefore doe I this? so the Question stands. Briefely to this end: Wee are all diseas'd, And…

West. When euer yet was your Appeale deny'd? Wherein haue you beene galled by the King? What Peere…

Bish. My Brother generall, the Common‑Wealth, I make my Quarrell, in particular.

West. There is no neede of any such redresse: Or if there were, it not belongs to you.

Mow. Why not to him in part, and to vs all, That feele the bruizes of the dayes…

West. O my good Lord Mowbray, Construe the Times to their Necessities, And you shall say (indeede) it…

Mow. What thing, in Honor, had my Father lost, That need to be reuiu'd, and breath'd in me?…

West. You speak (Lord Mowbray) now you know not what. The Earle of Hereford was reputed then In…

Mow. But hee hath forc'd vs to compell this Offer, And it proceedes from Pollicy, not Loue.

West. Mowbray, you ouer‑weene to take it so: This Offer comes from Mercy, not from Feare. For loe,…

Mow. Well, by my will, wee shall admit no Parley.

West. That argues but the shame of your offence: A rotten Case abides no handling.

Hast. Hath the Prince Iohn a full Commissison, In very ample vertue of hrs Father, To heare, and…

West. That is intended in the Generals Name: I muse you make so slight a Question.

Bish. Then take (my Lord of Westmerland) this Schedule, For this containes our generall Grieuances: Each seuerall Article…

West. This will I shew the Generall. Please you Lords, In sight of both our Battailes, wee may…

Bish. My Lord, wee will doe so.

Mow. There is a thing within my Bosome tells me, That no Conditions of our Peace can stand.

Hast. Feare you not, that if wee can make our Peace Vpon such large termes, and so absolute,…

Mow. I, but our valuation shall be such, That euery slight, and false‑deriued Cause, Yea, every idle, nice,…

Bish. No, no (my Lord) note this: the King is wearie Of daintie, and such picking Grieuances: For…

Hast. Besides, the King hath wasted all his Rods, On late Offenders, that he now doth lacke The…

Bish. 'Tis very true: And therefore be assur'd (my good Lord Marshal) If we do now make our…

Mow. Be it so: Heere is return'd my Lord of Westmerland.

Enter Westmerland.

West. The Prince is here at hand: pleaseth your Lordship To meet his Grace, iustl distance 'tweene our…

Mow. Your Grace of Yorke, in heauen's name then forward.

Bish. Before, and greet his Grace (my Lord) we come.

Enter Prince Iohn.

Iohn. You are wel encountred here (my cosin Mowbray) Good day to you, gentle Lord Archbishop, And so…

Bish. Good my Lord of Lancaster, I am not here against your Fathers Peace: But (as I told…

Mow. If not, wee readie are to trye our fortunes, To the last man.

Hast. And though wee here fall downe, Wee haue Supplyes, to second our Attempt: If they mis‑carry, theirs…

Iohn. You are too shallow (Hastings) Much too shallow, To sound the bottome of the after‑Times.

West. Pleaseth your Grace, to answere them directly, How farre‑forth you doe like their Articles.

Iohn. I like them all, and doe allow them well: And sweare here, by the honor of my…

Bish. I take your Princely word, for these redresses.

Iohn. I giue it you, and will maintaine my word: And thereupon I drinke vnto your Grace.

Hast. Goe Captaine, and deliuer to the Armie This newes of Peace: let them haue pay, and part:…

Exit.

Bish. To you, my Noble Lord of Westmerland.

West. I pledge your Grace: And if you knew what paines I haue bestow'd, To breede this present…

Bish. I doe not doubt you.

West. I am glad of it. Health to my Lord, and gentle Cousin Mowbray.

Mow. You wish me health in very happy season, For I am, on the sodaine, something ill.

Bish. Against ill Chances, men are euer merry, But heauinesse fore‑runnes the good euent.

West. Therefore be merry (Cooze) since sodaine sorrow Serues to say thus: some good thing comes to morrow.

Bish. Beleeue me, I am passing light in spirit.

Mow. So much the worse, if your owne Rule be true.

Iohn. The word of Peace is render'd: hearke how they showt.

Mow. This had been chearefull, after Victorie.

Bish. A Peace is of the nature of a Conquest: For then both parties nobly are subdu'd, And…

Iohn. Goe (my Lord) And let our Army be discharged too: And good my Lord (so please you)…

Bish. Goe, good Lord Hastings: And ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by.

Exit.

Iohn. I trust (Lords) wee shall lye to night together. Enter Westmerland. Now Cousin, wherefore stands our Army…

West. The Leaders hauing charge from you to stand, Will not goe off, vntill they heare you speake.

Iohn. They know their duties.

Enter Hastings.

Hast. Our Army is dispers'd: Like youthfull steeres, vnyoak'd, they tooke their course East, West, North, South: or…

West. Good tidings (my Lord Hastings) for the which, I doe arrest thee (Traytor) of high Treason: And…

Mow. Is this proceeding iust, and honorable?

West. Is your Assembly so?

Bish. Will you thus breake your faith?

Iohn. I pawn'd thee none: I promis'd you redresse of these same Grieuances Whereof you did complaine; which,…

Exeunt.

Enter Falstaffe and Colleuile.

Falst. What's your Name, Sir? of what Condition are you? and of what place, I pray?

Col. I am a Knight, Sir: And my Name is Colleuile of the Dale.

Falst. Well then, Colleuile is your Name, a Knight is your Degree, and your Place, the Dale. Colleuile…

Col. Are not you Sir Iohn Falstaffe?

Falst. A s good a man as he sir, who ere I am: doe yee yeelde sir, or…

Col. I thinke you are Sir Iohn Falstaffe, & in that thought yeeld me.

Fal. I haue a whole Schoole of tongues in this belly of mine, and not a Tongue of…

Enter Prince Iohn, and Westmerland.

Iohn. The heat is past, follow no farther now: Call in the Powers, good Cousin Westmerland. Now Falstaffe,…

Falst. I would bee sorry (my Lord) but it should bee thus: I neuer knew yet, but rebuke…

Iohn. It was more of his Courtesie, then your deser­ uing.

Falst. I know not: heere hee is, and heere I yeeld him: and I beseech your Grace, let…

Iohn. Thine's too heauie to mount.

Falst. Let it shine then.

Iohn. Thine's too thick to shine.

Falst. Let it doe some thing (my good Lord) that may doe me good, and call it what…

Iohn. Is thy Name Colleuile?

Col. It is (my Lord.)

Iohn. A famous Rebell art thou, Colleuile.

Falst. And a famous true Subiect tooke him.

Col. I am (my Lord) but as my Betters are, That led me hither: had they beene rul'd…

Falst. I know not how they sold themselues, but thou like a kinde fellow, gau'st thy selfe away;…

Enter Westmerland.

Iohn. Haue you left pursuit?

West. Retreat is made, and Execution stay'd.

Iohn. Send Colleuile, with his Confederates, To Yorke, to present Execution. Blunt, leade him hence, and see you…

Falst. My Lord, I beseech you, giue me leaue to goe through Gloucestershire: and when you come to…

Iohn. Fare you well, Falstaffe: I, in my condition, Shall better speake of you, then you deserue.

Exit.

Falst. I would you had but the wit: 'twere better then your Dukedome. Good faith, this same young…

hee did naturally inherite of his Father, hee hath, like leane, stirrill, and bare Land, manured, husbanded, and…

Bard. The Armie is discharged all, and gone.

Falst. Let them goe: Ile through Gloucestershire, and there will I visit Master Robert Shallow, Esquire: I haue…

Exeunt.

Scena Secunda.

Enter King, Warwicke, Clarence, Gloucester.

King. Now Lords, if Heauen doth giue successefull end To this Debate, that bleedeth at our doores, Wee…

War. Both which we doubt not, but your Maiestie Shall soone enioy.

King. Humphrey (my Sonne of Gloucester) where is the Prince, your Brother?

Glo. I thmke hee's gone to hunt (my Lord) at Wind­ sor.

King. And how accompanied?

Glo. I doe not know (my Lord.)

King. Is not his Brother, Thomas of Clarence, with Him?

Glo. No (my good Lord) hee is in presence heere.

Clar. What would my Lord, and Father?

King. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence. How chance thou art not with the Prince, thy…

Clar. I shall obserue him with all care, and loue.

King. Why art thou not at Windsor with him (Tho­ mas?

Clar. Hee is not there to day: hee dines in Lon­ don.

King. And how accompanyed? Canst thou tell that?

Clar. With Pointz, and other his continuall fol­ lowers.

King. Most subiect is the fattest Soyle to Weedes: And hee (the Noble Image of my Youth) Is…

War. My gracious Lord, you looke beyond him quite: The Prince but studies his Companions, Like a strange…

King. 'Tis seldome, when the Bee doth leaue her Combe In the dead Carrion. Enter Westmerland. Who's heere?…

West. Health to my Soueraigne, and new happinesse Added to that, that I am to deliuer. Prince Iohn,…

King. O Westmerland, thou art a Summer Bird, Which euer in the haunch of Winter sings The listing…

Harc. From Enemies, Heauen keepe your Maiestie: And when they stand against you, may they fall, As those…

King. And wherefore should these good newes Make me sicke? Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full,…

Glo. Comfort your Maiestie.

Cla. Oh, my Royall Father.

West. My Soueraigne Lord, cheare vp your selfe, looke vp.

War. Be patient (Princes) you doe know, these Fits Are with his Highnesse very ordinarie. Stand from him,…

Clar. No, no, hee cannot long hold out: these pangs, Th'incessant care, and labour of his Minde, Hath…

Glo. The people feare me: for they doe obserue Vnfather'd Heires, and loathly Births of Nature: The Seasons…

Clar. The Riuer hath thrice flow'd, no ebbe betweene: And the old folke (Times doting Chronicles) Say it…

War. Speake lower (Princes) for the King reco­ uers.

Glo. This Apoplexie will (certaine) be his end.

King. I pray you take me vp, and beare me hence Into some other Chamber: softly pray.

Let there be no noyse made (my gentle friends) Vnlesse some dull and fauourable hand Will whisper Musicke…

War. Call for the Musicke in the other Roome.

King. Set me the Crowne vpon my Pillow here.

Clar. His eye is hollow, and hee changes much.

War. Lesse noyse, lesse noyse.

Enter Prince Henry.

P. Hen. Who saw the Duke of Clarence?

Clar. I am here (Brother) full of heauinesse.

P. Hen. How now? Raine within doores, and none abroad? How doth the King?

Glo. Exceeding ill.

P. Hen. Heard hee the good newes yet? Tell it'him.

Glo. Hee alter'd much, vpon the hearing it.

P. Hen. If hee be sicke with Ioy, Hee'le recouer without Physicke,

War. Not so much noyse (my Lords) Sweet Prince speake lowe. The King, your Father, is dispos'd to…

Clar. Let vs with‑draw into the other Roome.

War. Wil't please your Grace to goe along with vs?

P. Hen. No: I will sit, and watch here by the King. Why doth the Crowne lye there,…

Exit.

Enter Warwick, Gloucester, Clarence.

King. Warwick, Gloucester, Clarence.

Clar. Doth the King call?

War. What would your Maiestie? how fares your Grace?

King. Why did you leaue me here alone (my Lords?)

Cla. We left the Prince (my Brother) here (my Liege) Who vndertooke to sit and watch by you.

King. The Prince of Wales? Where is hee? let mee see him.

War. This doore is open, hee is gone this way.

Glo. Hee came not through the Chamber where wee stayd.

King. Where is the Crowne? who tooke it from my Pillow?

War. When wee with‑drew (my Liege) wee left it heere.

King. The Prince hath ta'ne it hence; Goe seeke him out. Is hee so hastie, that hee doth…

War. My Lord, I found the Prince in the next Roome, Washing with kindly Teares his gentle Cheekes,…

King. But wherefore did hee take away the Crowne? Enter Prince Henry. Loe, where hee comes. Come hither…

Exit.

P. Hen. I neuer thought to heare you speake againe.

King. Thy wish was Father (Harry) to that thought: I stay too long by thee, I wearie thee.…

Shall flesh his tooth in euery Innocent. O my poore Kingdome (sicke, with ciuill blowes) When that my…

Prince. O pardon me (my Liege) But for my Teares, The most Impediments vnto my Speech, I had…

King. O my Sonne! Heauen put it in thy minde to take it hence, That thou might'st ioyne…

That strength of Speech is vtterly deni'de mee. How I came by the Crowne, O heauen forgiue: And…

Prince. My gracious Liege: You wonne it, wore it: kept it, gaue it me, Then plaine and right…

Enter Lord Iohn of Lancaster, and Warwicke.

King. Looke, looke, Heere comes my Iohn of Lancaster:

Iohn. Health, Peace, and Happinesse, To my Royall Father.

King. Thou bring'st me happinesse and Peace (Sonne Iohn: But health (alacke) with youthfull wings is flowne From…

Prin. My Lord of Warwicke.

King. Doth any name particular, belong Vnto the Lodging, where I first did swoon'd?

War. 'Tis call'd Ierusalem, my Noble Lord.

King. Laud be to heauen: Euen there my life must end. It hath beene prophesi'de to me many…

Exeunt.

Actus Quintus. Scœna Prima.

Enter Shallow, Silence, Falstaffe, Bardolfe, Page, and Dauie.

Shal. By Cocke and Pye, you shall not away to night. What Dauy, I say.

Fal. You must excuse me, M. Robert Shallow.

Shal. I will not excuse you: you shall not be excused. Excuses shall not be admitted: there is…

Dauie. Heere sir.

Shal. Dauy, Dauy, Dauy, let me see (Dauy) let me see: William Cooke, bid him come hither. Sir…

Dauy. Marry sir, thus: those Precepts cannot bee seru'd: and againe sir, shall we sowe the head‑land with…

Shal. With red Wheate Dauy. But for Wlliam Cook: are there no yong pigeons?

Dauy. Yes Sir. Heere is now the Smithes note, for Shooing, And Plough‑Irons.

Shal. Let it be cast, and payde: Sir Iohn, you shall Not be excus'd.

Dauy. Sir, a new linke to the Bucket must needes bee had: And Sir, doe you meane to…

Shal. He shall answer it: Some Pigeons Dauy, a couple short‑legg'd Hennes: a ioynt of Mutton, and any…

Dauy. Doth the man of Warre, stay all night sir?

Shal. Yes Dauy: I will vse him well. A Friend i'th Court, is better then a rant penny…

Dauy. No Worse then they are bitten. sir: For they haue maruellous fowle linnen.

Shallow. Well conceited Dauy: about thy Businesse, Dauy.

Dauy. I beseech you sir, To countenance William Visor of Woncot, against Cle­ ment Perkes of the hill.

Shal. There are many Complaints Dauy, against that Visor, that Visor is an arrant Knaue, on my know­…

Dauy. I graunt your Worship, that he is a knaue Sir:) But yet heauen forbid Sir, but a…

Shal. Go too, I say he shall haue no wrong: Looke about Dauy. Where are you Sir Iohn?…

Bard. I am glad to see your Worship.

Shal. I thanke thee, with all my heart, kinde Master Bardolfe: and welcome my tall Fellow: Come Sir…

Falstaffe. Ile follow you, good Master Robert Shallow. Bardolfe, looke to our Horsses. If I were saw'de into…

Shal. Sir Iohn.

Falst. I come Master Shallow, I come Master Shallow.

Exeunt

Scena Secunda.

Enter the Earle of Warwicke, and the Lord Chiefe Iustice.

Warwicke. How now, my Lord Chiefe Iustice, whe­ ther away?

Ch. Iust. How doth the King?

Warw. Exceeding well: his Cares Are now, all ended.

Ch. Iust. I hope, not dead.

Warw. Hee's walk'd the way of Nature, And to our purposes, he liues no more.

Ch. Iust. I would his Maiesty had call'd me with him, The seruice, that I truly did his…

War. Indeed I thinke the yong King loues you not.

Ch. Iust. I know he doth not, and do arme my selfe To welcome the condition of the…

Enter Iohn Lancaster, Gloucester, and Clarence.

War. Heere come the heauy Issue of dead Harrie: O, that the liuing Harrie had the temper Of…

Ch. Iust. Alas, I feare, all will be ouer‑turn'd.

Iohn. Good morrow Cosin Warwick, good morrow.

Glou. Cla. Good morrow, Cosin.

Iohn. We meet, like men, that had forgot to speake.

War. We do remember: but our Argument Is all too heauy, to admit much talke.

Ioh. Well: Peace be with him, that hath made vs heauy

Ch. Iust. Peace be with vs, least we be heauier.

Glou. O, good my Lord, you haue lost a friend indeed: And I dare sweare, you borrow not…

Iohn. Though no man be assur'd what grace to finde, You stand in coldest expectation. I am the…

Cla. Wel, you must now speake Sir Iohn Falstaffe faire, Which swimmes against your streame of Quality.

Ch. Iust. Sweet Princes: what I did, I did in Honor, Led by th'Imperiall Conduct of my Soule,…

War. Heere comes the Prince.

Enter Prince Henrie.

Ch. Iust. Good morrow: and heauen saue your Maiesty

Prince. This new, and gorgeous Garment, Maiesty, Sits not so easie on me, as you thinke. Brothers, you…

Iohn., &c. We hope no other from your Maiesty.

Prin. You all looke strangely on me: and you most, You are (I thinke) assur'd, if loue you…

Ch. Iust. I am assur'd (if I be measur'd rightly) Your Maiesty hath no iust cause to hate…

Pr. No? How might a Prince of my great hopes forget So great Indignities you laid vpon me?…

Ch. Iust. I then did vse the Person of your Father: The Image of his power, lay then…

Prin. You are right Iustice, and you weigh this well: Therefore still beare the Ballance, and the Sword:…

And heauen (consigning to my good intents) No Prince, nor Peere, shall haue iust cause to say, Heauen…