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KING HENRY IV.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. King Henry the Fourth :
Travers and Morton, domestics of Northumber Henry, Prince of Wales, afterwards
land. King Henry V.;
Falstaff, Bardolph, Pistol, and Page. Thomas, Duke of Clarence ;
Poins and Peto, attendants on Prince Henry. Prince John of Lancaster, afterwards his sons. Shallow and Silence, country Justices. (2 Henry V.) Duke of Bedford;
Davy, servant to Shallow. Prince Humphrey of Gloster, afterwards Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, and Bullcalf, re(2 Henry V.) Duke of Gloster;
cruits. Earl of Warwick;
Fang and Snare, sheriff's officers.
A Dancer, speaker of the Epilogue.
Lady Northumberland. Lady Percy. A Gentleman attending on the Chief Justice.
Hostess Quickly. Doll Tear-sheet. Earl of Northumberland; Scroop, Archbishop of York ; enemies to Lords and other attendants ; officers, soldiers, Lord Mowbray ; Lord Hastings; the king
messenger, drawers, beadles, grooms, fc. Lord Bardolph; Sir John Colevile ;
This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns
Lies crafty-sick : the posts come tiring on,
Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues. Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumour's Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will tongues stop
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks? wrongs.
[Exit. I, from the orient to the drooping west, Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold The acts commenced on this ball of earth: Upon my tongues continual slanders ride ;
ACT I. The which in every language l pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. SCENE I.—The same. The Porter before the I speak of peace, while covert enmity,
gate ; Enter Lord Bardolph. Under the smile of safety, wounds the world :
Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho ?-Where And who but Rumour, who but only I,
is the earl? Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence ; Port. What shall I say you are? Whilst the big year, swoll'n with some other grief, Bard.
Tell thou the earl, Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here. And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe
Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the orBlown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures ;
chard; And of so easy and so plain a stop,
Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, And he himself will answer. The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it. But what need I thus
Enter Northumberland. My well-known body to anatomize
Here comes the earl. Among my household ? Why is Rumour here? North. What news, lord Bardolph? every minute I run before king Harry's victory; Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,
Should be the father of some stratagem:2 Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops, The times are wild; contention, like a horse Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I And bears down all before him. To speak so true at first? my office is
As good as heart can wish :Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. The king is almost wounded to the death; (1) Northumberland's castle.
(2) Important or dreadful event.
And, in the fortune of my lord your son, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
thus; So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, Your brother, thus ; so fought the noble Douglas; Came not, till now, to dignify the times,
Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds: Since Cæsar's fortunes!
But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed, North.
How is this deriv'd ? Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury? || Ending with-brother, son, and all are dead. Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: from thence;
But, for my lord your son, A gentleman well bred, and of good name, North.
Why, he is dead That freely render'd me these news for true. See, what a ready tongue suspicion bath! North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom He, that but fears the thing he would not know, I sent
Hath, by instinct, knowledge from other's eyes, On Tuesday last to listen after news.
That what he fear'dis chanced. Yet speak, Morton Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies; And he is furnish'd with no certainties,
And I will take it as a sweet disgrace, More than he haply may retain from me.
And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. Enter Travers.
Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid:
Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead. with you?
I see a strange confession in thine eye: Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear, or sin ; With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so: Out-rode me. After him, came, spurring hard, • The tongue offends not, that reports his death : A gentleman almost forspent with speed, And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead; That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse: Not he, which says the dead is not alive. He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news I did demand, what news from Shrewsbary. Hath but a losing office; and his tongue He told me, that rebellion had bad luck,
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold: Remember'd knolling a departing friend. With that, he gave his able horse the head, Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe Against the panting sides of his poor jade That, which I would to heaven I had not seen: Up to the rowel-head; and, starting so,
But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, He seem'd in running to devour the way, Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and outbreath'd, Staying no longer question.
To Harry Monmouth: whose swift wrath beat down North.
Ha Again. The never-daunted Percy to the earth, Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? From whence with life he never more sprung up. Of Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion
In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire Had met ill luck!
Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,) Bard.
My lord, I'll tell you what; Being bruited? once, took fire and heat away If my young lord your son has not the day, From the best temper'd courage in his troops: Upon mine honour, for a silken point
For from his metal was his party steeld; I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
Which once in bim abated, all the rest North. Why should the gentleman, that rode Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. by Travers,
And as the thing that's heavy in itself, Give then such instances of loss?
Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed; Bard.
Who, he? So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss, He was some hildings fellow, that had stol'n Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, The horse he rode on; and, upon my life, That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim, Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news. Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, Enter Morton.
Fly from the field : Then was that noble Worcester
Too soon ta'en prisoner : and that furious Scot, North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf,|| The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword Foretells the nature of a tragic volume :
Had three times slain the appearance of the king, So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood 'Gan vails his stomach, and did grace the shame Hath left a witness'd usurpation.
Of those that turn'd their backs; and, in his fight, Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; Is,-that the king bath won; and hath sent out Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, A speedy power to encounter you, my lord, To fright our party.
Under the conduct of young Lancaster, North. How doth my son, and brother? And Westmoreland : this is the news at full. Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek North. For this I shall have time enough to mourn. Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. In poison there is physic; and these news, Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
Having been well, that would have made me sick, So dull, so dead in look, so wo-begone,
Being sick, have in some measure made me well:
And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, (1) Exhausted. (2) Lace tagged (3) Hilderling, base, cowardly.
(5) Return of blows. (6) In few words. (4) An attestation of its ravage.
(7) Reported. (8) Let fall.
Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause ; Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land, Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs, Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke; Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with grief, And more, and less, do flock to follow him. Are thrice themselves; hence therefore, thou nicel North. Í knew of this before; but, to speak truth, crutch;
This present grief had wip'd it from my mind. A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, Go in with me; and counsel every man Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif;2|| The aptest way for safety, and revenge: Thou art a guard too wanton for the head, Get posts, and letters, and make friends with
speed; Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit. Never so few, and never yet more need. (Exeunt. Now bind my brows with iron; and approach The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring,SCENE II.-- London. A street. Enter Sir To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland!
John Falstaff, with his Page bearing his sword Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand
and buckler. Keep the wild flood confin'd! let order die! Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to And let this world no longer be a stage,
my water? To feed contention in a lingering act;
Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
healthy water: but, for the party that owed it, he Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set might have more diseases than he knew for. On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to girds at me; And darkness be the burier of the dead! The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my not able to vent any thing that tends to laughter, lord.
more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in honour.
other men. I do here walk before thee, like a sow, Mor. The lives of all your loving complices that hath o'erwhelmed all her litter but one. If the Lean on your health ; the which, if you give o'er prince put thee into my service for any other reason To stormy passion, must perforce decay. than to set me off, why then I have no judgment. You cast the event of war, my noble lord, Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to be And summ'd the account of chance, before you worn in my cap, than to wait at my heels. I was said,
never manned with an agatel0 till now : but I will Let us make head. It was your presurmise, set you neither in gold nor silver, but in vile apparel, That
in the dole of blows your son might drop: and send you back again to your master, for a You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, jewel; the juvenal, the prince your master, whose More likely to fall in, than to get o'er :
chin is not yet fledged. 'I will sooner have a beard You were advis'd, his flesh was capable
grow in the palm of my hand, than he shall get Of wounds, and scars; and that his forward spirits one on his cheek ; and yet he will not stick to say, Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd; his face is a face royal : God may finish it when he Yet did you say,--Go forth; and none of this, will, it is not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still Though strongly apprehended, could restrain as a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixThe stiff-borne action: What hath then befallen, pence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as if Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth, be had writ man ever since his father was a bache. More than that being which was like to be? lor. He may keep his own grace, but he is almost
Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, out of mine, I can assure him. -What said Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas, master Dumbleton about the satin, for my short That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one : cloak, and slops. And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd Page. He said, sir, you should procure him bet. Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd; ter assurance than Bardolph: he would not take And, since we are o'erset, venture again. his bond and yours; he liked not the security. Come, we will all put forth; body, and goods.
Fal. Let him be damned like a glutton! may Mor. 'Tis more than time: And, my most noble his tongue be hotter SA whoreson Achitophel ! a lord,
rascally yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman I hear for certain, and do speak the truth, in hand, and then stand upon security !-The whoreThe gentle archbishop of York is up,
son smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high With
well-appointed powers;4 he is a man, shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if Who with a double surety binds his followers. a man is thoroughll with them in honest taking up, My lord your son had only but the corps, then they must stand upon---security. I had as But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight : lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth, as offer For that same word, rebellion, did divide to stop it with security. I looked he should have The action of their bodies from their souls; sent me two and twenty yards of satin, as I am a And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd, true knight, and he sends me security. Well, he As men drink potions; that their weapons only may sleep in security; for he hath the horn of Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls, abundance, and the lightness of his wife shiner This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, through it: and yet cannot he see, though he As fish are in a pond : But now the bishop have his own lantern to light him.- -Where's Turns insurrection to religion :
Bardolph? Suppos’d sincere and holy in his thoughts, Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your He's follow'd both with body and with mind; worship a horse. And doth enlarge his rising with the blood Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a Of fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones ; || horse in Smithfield : an I could get me but a wife (1) Trifling.
(3) Distribution. (9) A root supposed to have the shape of a man. (4) Forces. (5) Against their stomachs. (10) A little figure cut in an agate. (6) Greater. (7) Owned. (8) Gibe. (11) In their debt.
in the stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived. 1 Ch.. Just. I think, you are fallen into the disease; Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and an attendant.
for you hear not what I say to you.
Fal. Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an't Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that com- please you, it is the disease of not listening, the mitted the prince for striking him about Bardolph. malady of not marking that I am troubled withal. Fal. Wait close; I will not see him.
Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels, would Ch. Just. What's he that goes there? amend the attention of your ears; and I care not, Atten. Falstaff, an't please your lordship: if I become your physician. Ch. Just. He that was in question for the robbery? Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord; but not so
Atten. He, my lord: but he hath since done patient : your lordship may minister the potion of good service at Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is imprisonment to me, in respect of poverty; but now going with some charge to the lord John of || how I should be your patient to follow your preLancaster.
scriptions, the wise may make some dram of a Ch. Just. What, to York? Call him back again. scruple, or, indeed, a scruple itself. Atten. Sir John Falstaff!
Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were Fal. Boy, tell him, I am deaf.
matters against you for your life, to come speak Page. You must speak louder, my master is deaf. with me.
Ch. Just. I am sure, he is, to the hearing of any Fal. As I was then advised by my learned counthing good.–Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must sel in the laws of this land-service, I did not come. speak with him.
Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, sir John, you live Atten. Sir John,
in great infamy. Fal. What! a young knave, and beg! Is there Fal. He that buckles him in my belt, cannot not wars? is there not employment? Doth not the live in less. king lack subjects? do not the rebels need soldiers? Ch. Just. Your means are very slender, and Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it your waste is great. is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side, Fal. I would it were otherwise; I would my were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell means were greater, and my waist slenderer. how to make it.
Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful prince. Atten. You mistake me, sir.
Fal. The young prince hath misled me: I am Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog: man? setting my knighthood and my soldiership Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gall a new-healed aside, I had lied in my throat if I had said so. wound; your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a
Atten. I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood || little gilded over your night's exploit on Gads-hill : and your soldiership aside ; and give me leave to|| you may thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'ertell you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am any | posting that action. other than an honest man.
Fal. My lord? Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so ! I lay aside Ch. Just
. But since all is well, keep it so : wake that which grows to me! If thou gett'st any leave not a sleeping wolf. of me, hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert Fal. To wake a wolf, is as bad as to smell a fos better be hanged: You hunt-counter, hence ! Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the bet avaunt!
ter part burnt out. Atten. Sir, my lord would speak with you. Fal. A wassel candle, my lord; all tallow: if Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. I did say of wax, my growth would approve the
Fal. My good lord God give your lordship truth. good time of day. I am glad to see your lordship Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your face, abroad: I heard say, your lordship was sick : 1 but should have his effect of gravity. hope your lordship goes abroad by advice. Your Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy. lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up and yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the down, like his ill angel. saltness of time, and I most humbly beseech your Fal. Not so, my lord; your ill angelt is light; lordship, to have a reverend care of your health. but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will take me
Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your without weighing: and yet, in some respects, I expedition to Shrewsbury.
grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell :5 Virtue is of so Fal
. An't please your lordship, I hear, his ma- little regard in these coster-monger times, that true jesty is returned with some discomfort from Wales. I valour is turned bear-herd: Pregnancy is made a
Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty :-You would tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in giving not come when I sent for you.
reckonings: all the other gifts appertinent to man, Fal. And I hear moreover, his highness is fallen as the malice of this age shapes them, are not into this same whoreson apoplexy.
worth a gooseberry. You, that are old, consider Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him! I pray, let| not the capacities of us that are young: you me speak with you.
measure the heat of our livers with the bitterness Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of of your galls: and we that are in the vaward of lethargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of sleep-|| our youth, I must confess, are ways too. ing in the blood, a whoreson tingling.
. Do you set down your name in the Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as it is. || scroll of youth, that are written down old with all
Fal. It hath its original from much grief; from the characters of age? Have you not a moist eye? study, and perturbation of the brain : I have read a dry hand? a yellow cheek? a white beard? a the cause of his effects in Galen; it is a kind of decreasing leg ? an increasing belly? Is not your deafness.
voice broken? your wind short? your chin double? (1) Alluding to an old proverb: Who goes to (2) A catch-pole or bum-bailiff. Westminster for a wife, to St. Paul's for a man, (3) A large candle for a feast. *and to Smithfield for a horse, may meet with a (4) The coin called an angel. (5) Pass current. whore, a knave, and a jade.
(6) Readiness. (7) Forepart.
your wit single?! and every part about you blasted | wit will make use of any thing; I will turn diswith antiquity ?? and will you yet call yourself eases to commodity.
[Exit. young? Fie, fie, fie, sir John!
Fal. My lord, I' was born about three of the SCENE 111.-York. A room in the archbishop's clock in the afternoon, with a white head, and
palace. Enter the archbishop of York, the something a round belly. For my voice,- I have
lords Hastings, Mowbray, and Bardolph. lost it with hollaing, and singing of anthems. To Arch. Thus have you heard our cause, and approve my youth further, I will not : the truth is, known our means; I am only old in judgment and understanding; And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, and he that will caper with me for a thousand | Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes :marks, let him lend me the money, and have at| And first, lord marshal, what say you to it? bim. For the box o'the ear that the prince gave Mowb. I well allow the occasion of our arms; you,-he gave it like a rude prince, and you took But gladly would be better satisfied, it like a sensible lord. I have checked him for it; How, in our means, we should advance ourselves and the young lion repents: marry, not in ashes,|| To look with forehead bold and big enough and sackcloth ; but in new silk, and old sack. Upon the power and puissance of the king.
Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a better Hast. Our present musters grow upon the file companion !
To five and twenty thousand men of choice; Fal. Heaven send the companion a better prince! And our supplies live largely in the hope I cannot rid my hands of him.
Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you and With an incensed fire of injuries. prince Harry : I hear, you are going with lord Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, standJohn of Lancaster, against the archbishop, and eth thus ;the earl of Northumberland.
Whether our present five and twenty thousand Fal. Yea; 1 thank your pretty sweet wit for it. May hold up head without Northumberland. But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady peace
Hast. With him, we may. at home, that our armies join not in a hot day ! Bard.
Ay, marry, there's the point : for, by the Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, But, if without him we be thought too feeble, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be My judgment is, we should not step too far a hot day, an I brandish any thing but my bottle, Till we had his assistance by the hand : I would I might never spit white again. There is For, in a theme so bloody-fac'd as this, not a dangerous action can peep out his head, but Conjecture, expectation, and surmise I am thrust upon it: Well
, I cannot_last ever : Of aids uncertain, should not be admitted. But it was always yet the trick of our English na Arch. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph; for, indeed, tion, if they have a good thing, to make it too com- It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury: mon. If you will needs say, I am an old man, you Bard. It was, my lord; who lind himself with should give me rest. I would to God, my name hope, were not so terrible to the enemy as it is. 'I were Eating the air on promise of supply, better to be eaten to death with rust, than to be Flattering himself" with project of a power scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts :
Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest ; And God And so, with great imagination, bless your expedition !
Proper to madmen, led his powers to death, Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand | And, winking, leap'd into destruction. pound, to furnish me forth?
Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt, Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you are To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope. too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well: Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war;Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland. Indeed the instant action (a cause on foot,)
(Exeunt Chief Justice and Attendant. || Lives so in hope, as in an early spring Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle.3– We see the appearing buds ; 'which, to prove fruit, A man can no more separate age and covetous- Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair, ness, than he can part young limbs and lechery : || That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build, but the gout galls the one, and the pos pinches the We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; other; and so both the degrees prevent my And when we see the figure of the house, curses. --Boy!
Then must we rate the cost of the erection : Page. Sir?
Which if we find outweighs ability, Fal. What money is in my purse?
What do we then, but draw anew the model Page. Seven groats and two-pence.
In fewer offices; or, at least, desist Fal. I can get no remedy against this consump: To build at all? Much more, in this great work tion of the purse: borrowing only lingers and ||(Which is, almost, to pluck a kingdom down, lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.—G0||And set another up,) should we survey bear this letter to my lord of Lancaster; this to The plot of situation, and the model ; the prince; this to the earl of Westmoreland; and Consent upon a sure foundation ; this to old mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly Question surveyors; know our own estate, sworn to marry since I perceived the first white How able such a work to undergo, hair on my chin : About it; you know where to To weigh against his opposite; or else, find me. (Exit Page.] A pox of this gout! or, a We fortify in paper, and in figures, gout of this pox! for the one, or the other, plays Using the names of men, instead of men : the rogue with my great toe. It is no matter, if I Like one, that draws the model of a house do halt; I have the wars for my colour, and my Beyond his power to build it; who, half through, pension shall seem the more reasonable: A good Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost
A naked subject to the weeping clouds, (1) Small. (2) Old age.
And waste for churlish winter's tyranny. (3) A large wooden hammer so heavy as to require three inen to wield it.
(4) Anticipate. (5) Agree.