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SECOND PART OF
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 Suns. DAVY, Servant to Shallow.
SHALLOW and SILENCE, Country Justices. (2 Henry V.) Duke of Bedford; PRINCE HUMPHREY of Gloster, after
MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, and BULLCALF, wards (2 Henry V.) Duke of
Fang and Snare, Sheriff's Officers.
RUMOR. EARL OF WESTMORELAND; } of the King's Party.
A Dancer, Speaker of the Epilogue.
Enemies to the King. Lords and other Attendants: Officers, Soldiers, MesLORD BARDOLPHI;
sengers, Drawers, Grooms, fc. SIR JOHN COLEVILE;
Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle. Can play upon it. But what need I thus
My well known body to anatomize Enter RUMOR, painted full of Tongues.
Among my household? Why is Rumor here? Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will I run before King Harry's victory: stop
Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury, The vent of hearing, when loud Rumor speaks? Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops, I, from the orient to the drooping west,
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I The acts commenced on this ball of earth:
To speak so true at first? my office is Upon my tongues continual slanders ride;
To noise abroad,—that Harry Monmouth fell The which in every language I pronounce,
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword: Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
And that the king before the Douglas' rage I speak of peace, while covert enmity,
Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. Under the smile of safety, wounds the world: This I have rumor'd through the peasant towns And who but Rumor, who but only I,
Between that royal field at Shrewsbury Make fearful musters, and prepard defence; And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, Whilst the big year, swoll'n with some other grief, Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on, And no such matter: Rumor is a pipe
And not a man of them brings other news Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures; Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumor's And of so easy and so plain a stop,
tongues That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true The still-discordant wavering multitude,
Tell thou the earl,
That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here. The Porter before the Gate; Enter LORD BARDOLPH. Please it your honor, knock but at the gate,
Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard; L. Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho?-Where And he himself will answer. is the earl?
Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. Port. What shall I say you are?
Here come the earl North. What news, Lord Bardolph? every min- Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds: ute now
But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed,
Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,
But, for my lord, your son,
Why, he is dead.
He, that but fears the thing he would not know, L. Bard. As good as heart can wish:
-Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes, The king is almost wounded to the death;
That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton: And, in the fortune of my lord your son,
Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies; Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts And I will take it as a sweet disgrace, Killid by the hand of Douglas: young prince John, And make thee rich for doing me such wrong And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid: And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. Is prisoner to your son: O, such a day,
North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won,
I see a strange confession in thine eye: Came not till now to dignify the times,
Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st ít fear, or sin, Since Cæsar's fortunes!
To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so:
The tongue offends not that reports his death:
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
L. Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead On Tuesday last to listen after news.
Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe L. Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; That which I would to heaven I had not seen: And he is furnish'd with no certainties,
But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, More than he haply may retail from me.
Rend'ring faint quittance,' wearied and outbreath'd,
To Harry Monmouth: whose swift wrath beat down Enter TRAVERS.
The never daunted Percy to the earth, North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come From whence with lite he never more sprung up. with you?
In few, his death, (whose spirit lent a fire Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,) With joyful tidings; and, being better horsd, Being bruitedo once, took fire and heat away Out-rode me. Alter him, came, spurring hard,
From the best temper'd courage in his troops: A gentleman, almost forspent with speed,
For from his metal was his party steel'd; That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse: Which once in him abated, all the rest He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him
Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. And as the thing that's heavy in itself, He told me that rebellion had bad luck,
Upon enforcement, flies with greater speed; And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold:
So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss, With that he gave his able horse the head,
Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, And, bending forward, struck his armed heels That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim, Against the panting sides of his poor jade
Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, Up to the rowel head; and, starting so,
Fly from the field: Then was that noble Worcester He seem'd in running to devour the way,
Too soon ta'en prisoner: and that furious Scot, Staying no longer question.
The bloody Douglas, whose well-laboring sword North. Ha! Again.
Had three times slain the appearance of the king, Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold?
'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame, Of Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion
Of those that turn'd their backs; and in his flight, Had met ill luck?
Stumbling in Icar, was took. The sum of all L. Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what;- Is,--that the king hath won; and hath sent out If my young lord your son have not the day, A speedy power, to encounter you, my lord, Upon my honor, for a silken point?
Under the conduct of young Lancaster, I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
And Westmoreland: this is the news at full. North. Why should the gentleman, that rode by
North. Forthis I shall have time enough to mourn. Travers,
In poison there is physic; and these news, Give then such instances of loss?
Having been well, that would have made me sick, L. Bard.
Being sick, have in some measure made me well: He was some hildings fellow, that had stol’n And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, The horse he rode on; and, upon my life,
Like strengthless hinges, buckle under lite,
Out of his keepers' arms; even so my limbs,
Weaken'd with grief, being now enraged with grief, North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, Are thrice themselves: hence therefore, thou nice? Foretells the nature of a tragic volume:
crutch; So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, Hath left a witness'd usurpation.
Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif, Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? Thou art a guard too wanton for the head,
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit. Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, Now bind my brows with iron; and approach To fright our party.
The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring, North.
How doth my son and brother? To frown upon the enraged Northumberland! Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Keep the wild food confined! let order die! Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
And let this world no longer be a stage, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
To feed contention in a lingering act; Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
But let one spirit of the first-born Cain And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd: Reign in all bosoms, that each heart being set But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. And darkness be the burier of the dead! This thou wouldst say,-Yourson did thus, and thus; Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas;
? Lace tagged
6 Reported. 9 Hilderling, base, cowardly.
6 Let fall.
L. Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from will, it is not a hairamiss yet: he may keep it still as your honor.
a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence Mor. The lives of all your loving complices. out of it; and yet he will be crowing as if he had Lean on your health; the which it you give o'er writ man ever since his father was a bachelor. He To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
may keep his own grace, but he is almost ont of You cast the event of war, my noble lord,
mine, I can assure bim.-- What said master DumAnd summ'd the account of chance, before you bleton about the satin for my short cloak, and slops? said,
Page. He said, sir, you should procure him better Let us make head. It was your presurmise, assurance than Bardolph: he would not take his That in the dole of blows your son might drop: bond and yours; he liked not the security. You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, Fal. Lei him be damined like a glutton? may his More likely to fall in than to get o'er:
tongue be hotter!-A whoreson Achitophel! a rasYou were advis'd, his flesh was capable
cally yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in Of wounds, and scars; and that his forward spirits hand, and then stand upon security! - The whoreWould lift him where most trade of danger ranged; son smooth-pates do not wear nothing but high Yet did you say,-Go forth; and none of this, shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if Though strongly apprehended, could restrain a man is thorough with them in honest taking up, The stiff-borne action: What hath then betallen, then they must stand upon--security. I had as lief Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth, they would put ratsbane in my mouth, as offer to More than that being which was like to be? stop it with security. I looked he should have sent
L. Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, me two-and-twenty yards of satin, as I am a true Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas, knight, and he sends me security. Well, he may That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one: sleep in security; for he hath the horn of abun. And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd dance, and the lightness of his wife shines through Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd;
it: and yet cannot he see, though he have his own And since we are o'erset, venture again.
lantern to light him.- Where's Bardolph? Come, we will all put forth; body, and goods. Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your Mor. 'Tis more than time: And, my most noble worship a horse. lord,
Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a I hear for certain and do speak the truth,
horse in Smithfield: an I could get me but a wife The gentle archbishop of York is up,
in the stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived.? With well-appointed powers; he is a man, Who with a double surety binds his followers.
Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and an Attendant. My lord your son hath only but the corps,
Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that com. But shadows, and the shows of men, to tight:
mitted the prince for striking him about Bardolph. For that same word, rebellion, did divide
Ful. Wait close, I will not see him. The action of their bodies from their souls:
Ch. Just. What's he that goes there? And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd,
Atten. Falstaff, an't please your lordship. As men drink potions; that their weapons only.
Ch. Just. He that was in question for the robSeem'd on our side, but for their spirits and souls, bery? This word, rebellion, it bath froze them up,
Atten. He, my lord: but he hath since done good As fish are in a pond; But now the bishop
service at Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is now going Turns insurrection to religion:
with some charge to the lord John of Lancaster. Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts,
Ch. Just. What, to York? Call him back again. He's follow'd both with body and with mind;
Atten. Sir John Falstall! And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
Fut. Boy, tell him, I am deaf. Oi fair king Richard, scrapet from Pomfret stones;
Page. You must speak louder, my master is deaf. Derives from heaven his qua:rel, and his cause;
Ch. Just. I am sure, he is, to the hearing of any Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land,
thing good.-Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke;
speak with him.' And more, and less, do flock to follow him.
Atten. Sir John,North. I knew of this before; but, to speak truth, not Wars? is there not employment? Doth not the
Fal. What! a young knave, and beg! Is there This present grief hath wiped it from my mind. Go in with me; and counsel every man
king lack subjects? do not the rebels need soldiers? The aptest way for safety, and revenge:
Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it Get posts, and letters, and make friends with speed; is worse shame to beg than to be on the worse side, Never so few, and never yet more need. (Exeunt. were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell
how to make it. SCENE II.-London. A Street.
Atten. You mistake me, sir.
Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? Enter Sir John FALSTAFF, with his Page bearing setting my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I his Sword and Buckler.
had lied in my throat if I had said so. Fal. Sirsah, you giant, what says the doctor to and your soldiership aside; and give me leave to
Atten. I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood my water?
Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good tell you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am any healthy water: but, for the party that owed it, he other than an honest man. might have more diseases than he knew for.
Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to girdå at me; of me, hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert
that which grows to me! If thou get'st any leave The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laugh- better be hanged: You hunt-counter, hence!
avaunt! ter, more than I invent, or is invented on me; I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is
Atten. Sir, my lord would speak with you. in other men. I do here walk before thee, like a
Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. sow, that had overwhelmed all her litter but one.
Fal. My good lord !-God give your lordshipgood If the prince put thee into my service for any other time of day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad: reason than to set me off, why then I have no jud - lordship goes abroad by advice. Your lordship,
I heard say, your lordship was sick: I hope, your ment. Thou whoreson mandrake,t thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to wait at my heels. 1 though not clean past your youth, hath yet some was never manned with an agateb till now: but i smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of will set you neither in gold nor silver, but in vile time; and I most humbly beseech your lordship, to apparel, and send you back again to your master
have a reverend care of your health. for a jewel; the juvenal, the prince your master,
Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your whose chin is not yet fledged. I will sooner have
expedition to Shrewsbury. a beard grow in the palm of my hand, than he shall is returned with some discomfort from Wales.
Fal. An't please your lordship, I hear his majesty get on his cheek; and yet he will not stick to say his face is a face-royal: God may finish it when he
In their debt.
? Alluding to an old proverb : Who goes to WestminDistribution. 1 Against their stomachs. a Greater. ster for a wife, to St. Paul's for a man, and to Smithfield & Gibe. * A root supposed to have the shape of a man. for a horse, may meet with a whore, a knave, and a jade • Alluding to little figures cut in agate.
8 A catch pole or bailiff.
Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty :-You would a round belly. For my voice, I have lost it with not come when I sent for you.
hollaing, and singing of anthems. To approve my Fal. And I hear moreover, his highness is fallen youth further, I will not: the truth is, I am only into this same whoreson apoplexy.
old in judgment and understanding; and he that Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him! I pray, let will caper with me for a thousand marks, let him me speak with you.
lend me the money, and have at him. For the box Fal. This apóplexy is, as I take it, a kind of le- o'the ear that the prince gave you,-he gave it like thargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of sleep- a rude prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. ing in the blood, a whoreson tingling,
I have checked him for it; and the young lion reCh. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as it is. pents: marry, not in ashes, and sack-cloth; but in
Fal. It hath its original from much griet; from new silk, and old sack. study, and perturbation of the brain: I have read Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a better the cause of his effects in Galen; it is a kind of companion! deafness.
Fal. Heaven send the companion a better prince! Ch. Just. I think, you are fallen into the disease; I cannot rid my hands of hun. for you hear not what I say to you.
Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you and Fal. Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an't prince Harry: I hear you are going with lord John please you, it is the disease of not listening, the ot' Lancaster against ihe archbishop, and the earl malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal. of Northumberland.
Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels, would Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. amend the attention of your ears; and I care not, But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady peace if I do become your physician.
at home, ihat our armies join not in a hot day! for, Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord; but not so by the Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and patient: your lordship may minister the potion of I mean not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot imprisonient to me, in respect of poverty; but day, and I brandish any thing but my bottle, I how I should be your patient to follow your pre- would I might never spit white again. There is scriptions, the wise may make some dram of a scru- not a dangerous action can peep out his head, but ple, or indeed a scruple itself.
I am thrust upon it: Well, I cannot last ever; But Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were mat- it was always yet the trick of our English nation, ters against you for your life, to come speak with if they have a good thing, to make it too common.
If you will need say, I am an old man, you should Fal. As I was then advised by my learned coun- give me rest. I would to God, my name were not sel in the laws of this land-service, I did not come. so terrible to the enemy as it is. I were better to
Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, sir John, you live in be eaten to death with rust, than to be scoured to great inlamy.
nothing with perpetual motion. Fal. He that buckles him in my belt, cannot live Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; And God in less.
bless your expedition! Ch. Just Your means are very slender, and your Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand waste is great.
pound, to furnish me forth? Fal. I would it were otherwise; I would my Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you are too means were greater, and my waist slenderer. im patient to bear crosses. Fare you well: Com
Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful prince. mend me to my cousin Westmoreland.
[Exeunt Chief Justice and Attendant. fellow with the great belly, and he my dog.
Fal. If I do, tillip me with a three-man-beetle. Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gall a new healed A man can no more separate age and covetousness, wound: your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a than he can part young limbs and lechery: but the little gilded over your night's exploit on Gadshill: gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; you may thank the unquiet time for your quiet and so both the degrees prevent® my curses.o'er-posting that action. Fal. My lord ?
Page. Sir? Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so: wake Fal. What money is in my purse ? not a sleeping wolf.
Page. Seven groats and two-pence. Fal. To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox. Fal. I can get no remedy against this consump
Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the better tion of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingpart burn out.
ers it out, but the disease is incurable.-Go bear Fal. A wassel candle, my lord: all tallow: if I this letter to my lord of Lancaster; this to the prince; did say of wax, my growth would approve the truth. this to the earl of Westinoreland; and this to old
Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your face, mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to but should have bis etfect of gravity.
inarry since I perceived the first white hair on my Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.
chin: About it; you know where to find me. (Exit Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up and Page.) A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! down, like his ill angel.
for the one, or the other, plays the rogue with my Fal. Not so, my lord; your ill angelis light; great toe. It is no matter if I do halt; I have the but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will take me wars for my color, and my pension shall seem the without weighing: and yet, in some respects, I more reasonable: A good wit will make use of any grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell:: Virtue is of so thing; I will turn discases to commodity. (Exit. little regard in these coster-monger times, that true valor is turned bear-head: Pregnacys is made a SCENE III.-York. A Room in the Archbishop's tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in giving
Palace. reckonings: all the other gifts appertinent to man; Enter the Archbishop of York, the Lords HASTINGS, as the malice of this age shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry. You, that are old, consider not the
MOWBRAY, and BARDOLPH. capacities of us that are young: you measure the
Arch. Thus have you heard our cause, and known heat of our liver in the bitterness of your galls; and we that are in the vawarde of our youth, i And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, must confess, are wags too.
Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes;Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the And first, lord marshal, what say you to it? scroll of youth, that are written down old with all Mowb. I well allow, the occasion of our arms; the characters of age? Have you not a moist eye? But gladly would be better satisfied, a dry hand? a yellow cheek?'a white beard? a de- How, in our means, we should advance ourselves creasing leg? an increasing belly? Is not your To look with forehead bold and big enough voice broken? your wind short? your chin double? Upon the power and puissance of the king. your wit single? and every part about you blasted Hast. Our present musters grow upon the file with antiquity? and will you yet call yourself To five-and-twenty thousand men of choice; young? Fye, tye, fye, sir John!
And our supplies live largely in the hope Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the clock of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns in the afternoon, with a white head, and something With an incensed fire of injuries.
A large candle for a feast. 1 The coin called on angel. A large wooden hammer, so heavy as to require three 2 Pass current.
'Forepart men to wield it. 6 Anticipate. 1 Profit.
L. Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, The utmost man of expectation; standeth thus:
I think, we are a body strong enough, Whether our present five-and-twenty thousand Even as we are, to equal with the king. May hold up head without Northumberland.
L. Bard. What! is the king but five-and-twenty Hast. With him, we may.
thousand ? L Bard.
Ay, marry, there's the point: Hast. To us, no more; nay, not so much, lord But it without him we be thought too feeble,
Are in three heads: one power against the French, For, in a theme so bloody-faced as this,
And one against Glendower; perforce a third Conjecture, expectation, and surmise
Must take up us: So is the untirm king Of aids uncertain, should not be admitted.
In three divided; and his coflers sound Arch. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph; tor, indeed, With hollow poverty and emptiness. It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury. Arch. That he should draw his several strength L Bard. It was, my lord; who lined himself
together, with hope,
And come against us in full puissance, Eating the air on promise of supply,
Need not be dreaded. Flattering himself with project of a power
If he should do so, Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts: He leaves his back unarm’d, the French and Welsh And so with great imagination,
Baying him at the heels: never fear that. Proper to madinen, led his powers to death,
L. Barı, Who, is it like, should lead his forces And, winking, leap'd into destruction.
hither? Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt Hast. The duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland: To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope. Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Monmouth:
L. Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war;- But who is substitute 'gainst the French, Indeed the instant action (a cause on foot)
I have no certain notice. Lives so in hope, as in an early spring
Let us on; We see the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit, And publish the occasion of our arms. Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair, The commonwealth is sick of their own choice, That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build, Their over-greedy love hath surfeited:We first survey the plot, then draw the model, An habitation giddy and unsure And when we see the figure of the house,
Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart. Then must we rate the cost of the erection; O thou fond inany!: with what loud applause Which if we find outweighs ability,
Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke, What do we then, but draw anew the model Before he was what thou wouldst have him be? In fewer offices; or, at least, desist
And being now trimm'd' in thine own desires, To build at all?' Much more, in this great work, Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him, (Which is, almost to pluck a kingdom down, That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. And set another up,) should we survey
So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge The plot of situation, and the model;
Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard; Consente upon a sure foundation;
And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up, Question surveyors; know our own estate
And howl'st, to find it. What trust is in these How able such a work to undergo,
times? To weigh against his opposite; or else,
They that, when Richard liv'd, would have him die, We fortify in paper, and in figures,
Are now become enamor'd on his grave; Using the names of men, instead of men:
Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head, Like one, that draws the model of a house
When through proud London he came sighing on Beyond his power to build it; who, half through, After the admired heels of Bolingbroke, Gives o’er, and leaves his part-created cost Cry'st now, 0 eurth, yield us that king again, A naked subject to the weeping clouds,
And take thou this! O thoughts of men accurst! And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.
Past, and to come, seem best; things present, worst. Hast. Grant, that our hopes (yet likely of fair Mowi Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on? birth)
Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids beShould be still-born, and that we now possess'd
SCENE I.-London. A Street.
Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant you,
he's an infinite thing upon my score:-Good masEnter Hostess; Fang, and his Boy, with her; and ter Fang, hold him sure;—good master Snare, let SNARE following.
him not escape. He comes continually to PieHost. Master Fang, have you entered the action? corner, (saving your manhoods,) to buy a saddle;
and he's indited to dinner to the Lubbar's Head in Fang. It is entered. Host. Where is your yeomen?• Is it a lusty yeo. I pray ye, since my exion is entered, and my case
Lumbert-street, to master Smooth's the silkman: man? will a' stand to't? Fang. Şirrah, where's Snare?
so openly known to the world, let him be brought
in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long loan Host. O lord, ay; good master Snare. Snare. Here, here.
for a poor lone woman to bear: and I have borne,
and borne, and borne; and have been fubbed off, Fang. Snare, we must arrest sir John Falstaff. Host. Yea, good master Snare; I have entered and fubbed off
, and fubbed off, from this day to him and all.
that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. There Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives, should be made an ass, and a beast, to bear every
is no honesty in such dealing; unless a woman for he will stab.
knave's wrong:Host. Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabbed me in mine own house, and that most beastly; Enter Sir John FALSTAFF, Page, and BARDOLPH. in good faith, a' cares not what mischief he doth, Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose if his weapon be out: he will foin 1 like any devil; knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your offices, do he will spare neither man, woman, nor child.
master Fang, and naster Snare; do Fang. "If I can close with him, I care not for his me, do me, do me, your offices. thrust.
Fal. How now? whose mare's dead? what's the Host. No, nor I neither: I'll be at your elbow. matter?
Fang. An I but fist him once; an a' come but Fang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of mis. within my vice.”
tress Quickly. & Agree. Follower. 1 Thrust. Grasp a Foolish multitude.