KING HENRY IV. - PART I. Fal. Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one; an I do not, call me villain and baffle me. P. Hen. I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying to purse-taking. Enter POINS, at a distance. Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. Poins! Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a watch. O, if men were to be saved by merit, what hole in hell were hot enough for him? This is the most omnipotent villain that ever cried Stand, to a true man. P. Hen. Good morrow, Ned. What says Poins. Good morrow, sweet Hal Monsieur Remorse? What says Sir John Sackand-Sugar? Jack, how agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that thou soldest him on Good Friday last, for a cup of Madeira and a cold capon's leg? P. Hen. Sir John stands to his word,--the devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs,-he will give the devil his due. Poins. Then art thou damaed for keeping thy word with the devil. P. Hen. Else he had been damned for cozening the devil. Poins. But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by four o'clock, early at Gadshill: There are pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders riding to London with fat purses. I have visors for you all, you have horses for yourselves; Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester; I have bespoke supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap; we will I will go, may do it as secure as sleep: If you stuff your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry at home and be hanged. Fal. Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go not, I'll hang you for going. Poins. You will, chops? Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one? P. Hen. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith. Fal. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings. P. Hen. Well, then, once in my days, I'll be a madcap. Fal. Why, that's well said. P. Hen. Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home. Fal. I'll be a traitor, then, when thou art king. Poins. Sir John, I prithee, leave the prince and Fal. Well, mayst thou have the spirit of per- P. Hen. Farewell, thou latter spring! Farewell, 375 and when they have the booty, if you and 1 do Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after P. Hen. Ay, but 'tis like that they will know us, by our horses, by our habits, and by every other appointment, to be ourselves. Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see, I'll tie them in the wood; our visors we will change, after we leave them; and, sirrah, I have cases o buckram for the nonce, to inmask our noted out ward garments. P. Hen. But, I doubt they will be too hard for us. Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to for the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason be as true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and I'll forswear arms. The virtue of this jest wil be, the incomprehensible lies that this fat rogue will tell us, when we meet at supper: how thirty, at least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what extremities he endured; and in the reproof of this lies the jest. P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee; provide us all [Erit. SCENE III.-The same. Another Room in the Enter King HENRY, NORTHUMBERLAND, WOR- K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and tein- Unapt to stir at these indignities, Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves The scourge of greatness to be used on it; North. My lord,-— K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye: O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory, Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, He question'd me; among the rest, demanded I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, He should, or should not; for he made me mad, Of guns, and drums, and wounds (God save the mark!), And telling me the sovreign'st thing on earth Whatever Harry Percy then had said K Her Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners; | But with proviso, and exception, Hot. Revolted Mortimer! He never did fall off, my sovereign liege, He did confound the best part of an hour Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; Colour her working with such deadly wounds; Then let him not be slander'd with revolt. K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him; He never did encounter with Glendower. He durst as well have met the devil alone, Art thou not asham'd? But, sirrah, henceforth [Exeunt King HENRY, BLUNT, ana Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them I will not send them:-I will after straight, And tell him so; for I will ease my heart, Although it be with hazard of my head. North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause awhile; Here comes your uncle. Re-enter WORCESTER Hot. Speak of Mortimer ? 'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul Want mercy, if I do not join with him: In his behalf I'll empty all these veins, And shed my dear blood drop by drop i' the dust, But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer As high i' the air as this unthankful king As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad. [To WORCESTER Wor. Who struck this heat up, after I was gone? Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners: And when I urg'd the ransom once again Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale; And on my face he turn'd an eye of death, Trembling even at the name of Mortimer. Wor. I cannot blame him: Was he not proclaim'd, By Richard that dead is, the next of blood? North. He was: I heard the proclamation: From whence he, intercepted, did return Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's wide mouth Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of. By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them; Nay, I will; that's flat:- Hot. But, soft, I pray you: Did King Richard He said he would not ransom Mortimer; then Proclaim my brother Mortimer Heir to the crown? North. He did; myself did hear it. Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king, That wish'd him on the barren mountains starv'd. But shall it be that you, that set the crown Upon the head of this forgetful man, And, for his sake, wear the detested blot Of murtherous subornation, shall it be, That you a world of curses undergo, Being the agents, or base second means, The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather? O, pardon, if that I descend so low, To show the line and the predicament Wherein you range under this subtle king. Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days, Or fill up chronicles in time to come, That men of your nobility and power Did 'gage them both in an unjust behalf,As both of you, God pardon it! have done,To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose, And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke? And shall it, in more shame, be further spoken, That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook off By him for whom these shames ye underwent ? No; yet time serves, wherein you may redeem Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves Into the good thoughts of the world again: Revenge the jeering and disdain'd contempt Of this proud king; who studies, day and night, To answer all the debt he owes unto you, Even with the bloody payment of your deaths. Therefore, I say, Wor. Peace, cousin, say no more; And now I will unclasp a secret book, And to your quick-conceiving discontents I'll read you matter deep and dangerous, As full of peril and adventurous spirit, As to o'erwalk a current, roaring loud, On the unsteadfast footing of a spear. Hot. If he fall in, good night:--or sink or swim:-- Send danger from the east unto the west, North. Imagination of some great exploit Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer; Wor. Hear you, cousin; a word. Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy, Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke: And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales, But that I think his father loves him not, And would be glad he met with some mischance, I'd have him poison'd with a pot of ale. Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, When you are better temper'd to attend. North. Why, what a wasp-tongued and impatient fool Art thou, to break into this woman's mood; Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear In Richard's time,- What d'ye call the place?— |