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West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is Worcester, Fal. Yea, and so used it, that, were it not here apMalevolent to you in all aspects ;
parent that thou art heir apparent ---But, I pr’ythec, Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up sweet wag, shall there be gallows standing in EngThe crest of youth against your dignity.
land when thou art king? and resolution thus fobK. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this; bed as it is, with the rusty curb of old father anAnd, for this cause, awhile we must neglect tic, the law ? Do not thou, when thon art king, hang Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.
a thief! Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we
P. Hen. No; thou shalt. Will hold at Windsor; so inform the lords ! Fal. Shall I? O rare ! By the Lord, I'll be a brave But come yourself with speed to us again!
judge. For more is to be said, and to be done,
P. Hen. Thou judgest false already; I mean, thou Than out of anger can be uttered.
shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and so become West. I will, my liege.
(Exeunt. a rare hangman.
Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps SCENE II. - The same. Another room in the palace. with my humour, as well as waiting in the court, I Enter Henry, prince of Wales, and Falstaff.
can tell you. Fal. Now, Hal, 'what time of day is it, lad ? P. Hen. For obtaining of suits? P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old Pal. Yea, for obtaining of suits : whereof the hangsack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping man hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as meupon benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten lancholy, as a gib cat, or a lugged bear. to demand that truly, which thou would'st truly know. P. Hen. Or an old lion, or a lover's lute. What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bag-pipe. day ? Unless hours were cups of sack, and minntes ca- P. Hen. What sayest thou to a hare, or the mepons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the lancholy of Moor-ditch? signs of leaping houses, and the blessed sun himself Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes ; and a fair hot wench in flame-colour'd taflata, I see no art, indeed, the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet reason why thou should'st be so superfluous to de- young prince, -—But, Hal, I pr’ythee, trouble me no mand the time ot the day.
more with vanity! I would to God, thou and I knew, Fal. Indeed, you come near me, now, Hal; for we, where a commodity of good names were to be that take purses, go by the moon and seven stars, bought. An old lord of the council rated me the other and not by Phoebus, he, that wandering knight day in the street about you, sir ; but I marked him 80 fair. And, I pray thee, sweet wag, when thou 'art not, and yet he talked very wisely; but I regarded king - as, God save thy grace, ( majesty, I should him not: and yet he talked wisely, and in the say; for grace thou wilt have none, P. Hen. What! none?
P. llen. Thou did'st well; for wisdom cries out Fal. No, by my troth; not so much as will serve to in the streets, and no man regards it. be prologue to an egg and butter.
Fal. O thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, P. Hen, Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly! able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, upon me, Hal, - God forgive thee for it! Before I let not us, that are squires of the night's body, be kuew thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if called thieves of the day's beauty! let us be Dia- a man should speak truly, little better, than one of pa's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give the moon! And let men say, we be men of good go- it over ; by the Lord, an I do not, I am a villain ; I'll vernment; being governed as the sea is, by our noble be damned for never a king's son in Christendom. and chaste mistress, the moon, under whose coun
P.Hen. Where shall we take a purse to-morrow,Jack? tenance we--steal.
Fal. Where thou wilt, lad, i'll make one; an I do P. Hen Thon say’st well; and it holds well too: not, call me villain, and baffle me! for the fortune of us, that are the moon's men, doth P. llen. I sce a good amendment of life in thee; ebb and flow, like the sea; being governed, as the sea from praying, to purse-taking. is, by the moon. As, for proof, now: a purse of gold
Enter Poins, at a distance. most resolutely snatched on Monday night, and most Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning,got with swear- for a man, to labour in his vocation. Poins ! -Now ing-lay by, and spent with crying-bring in : now, in as shall we know, if Gadshill have set a match. O, if men low an ebb, as the foot of the ladder; and, by and were to be saved by merit, what hole in hell were by, in as high a flow, as the ridge of the gallows. hot enough for him? This is the most omnipotent Fal. By the Lord, thou say:st true, lad. And is not villain, that ever cried, Stand, to a true man. my hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?
P. Hen. Good-morrow,
Ned! P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the Poins. Good-morrow, sweet Hal!—What says moncastle! And is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe sieur Remorse? What'says sir John
Sack-and-sugar? of durance?
Jack, how agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, Pal
. How now, how now, mad wag? what, in thy that thou soldest him on Good-Friday last for a cup quips, and thy quiddities ? what a plagne have I to of Madeira, and a cold capon's leg? do with a buff jerkin ?
P. Hen. Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall P. Hen. Why, what a pox have I to do with my have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of hostess of the tavern ?
proverbs, he will give the devil his due. Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning, ma
Poins. Then art thou damned for keeping thy word ny a time and oft.
with the devil. Hen. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part? P. Hen. Else he had been damned for cozening the Fal. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all devil.
Poins. But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin by four o'clock, early' at Gadshill! There are
pilgrims would stretch ; and, where it would not, I have used going to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders
riding to London with fat purses. I have visors fia
you all, you have horses for yourselves ; Gadshill lies Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
But when they seldom come, they wish’d-for come,
Yedward! if I tarry at home, and And nothing pleaseth, but rare accidents. go not, I'll hang you for going.
So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, Poins. You will, chops ?
fond pay the debt, I never promised, Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one ?
By how much better, than my word, I am, P. Hen. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith! By so much shall I falsify men's hopes, Fal. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood My reformation, glittering o'er my fault
I'll so oflend, to make offence a skill;
SCENEII.—The same. Another room in the palace.
Enter King Henny, NORTHUMBERLAND,
WORCESTER, Poins. Sir John, I pr’ythee, leave the prince and me HOTSPUR, Sir WALTER BLUNT, and Others. alone! I will lay hiin down such reasons for this ad- K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and temperate, venture, that he shall go.
Unapt to stir at these indignities, Fal.Well
, may'st thou have the spirit of persuasion, And you kave found me; for, accordingly, and he the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest, You tread upon my patience; but, be sure, may move, and what he hears, may be believed, that the I will from henceforth rather be myself, true prince may (for recreation sake,) prove a false Mighty, and to be fear’d, than my condition; thief! for the poor abuses of the time want counte-Which hath been smooth, as oil, soft, as young down, nance. Farewell! You shall find me in Eastcheap. And therefore lost that title of respect, P. Ilen. Farewell, thou latter spring! Farewell, All- Which the proud soul ne’er pays, but to the proud. hallown summer!
[Exit Falstaf Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with The scourge of greatness to be used on it; us to-morrow! I have a jest to execute, that I can- And that same greatness too, which our own hands not manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto, and Gads- Have holp to make so portly. hill, shall rob those men, that we have already way, North. My lord, laid; yourself, and I, will not be there: and when K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone! for I see danger they have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, and disobedience in thine eye. o, sír, cut this head from my shoulders !
Your presence is too bold and peremptory, P. Flen. But how shall we part with them in set- and majesty might never yet endure ting forth?
The moody frontier of a servant brow. Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after them, You have good leave to leave us; when we need and appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is Your use and counsel, we shall send for you. at our pleasure to fail; and then will they adven
(Exit Torcester. ture upon the exploit themselves: which they shall You were about to speak. have no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon them. North. Yea, my good lord. P. Hen. Ay, but, 'tis like, that they will know us, Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded
, by our horses, by our habits, and by every other ap- Which "Harry Percy here at Holmedon took, pointment, to be ourselves.
Were, as he says, not with such strength denied, Poins. Tat! our horses they shall not see, I'll tie As is deliver'd to your majesty. them in the wood; our visors we will change after Either envy, therefore, or misprision, we leave them; and, sirrah, I have cases of buck- Is guilty of this fault, and not my son. ram for the nonce, to immask our noted outward llot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. garments.
But, I remember, when the fight was done, P. Hen. But, I doubt, they will be too hard for us. When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, as true-bred cowards, as ever turned back; and for Came there a certain lord, neat, trimiy dress'd, the third, if he fight longer, than he sees reason, I'll Fresh, as a bridegroom, and his chin', new rcupid, forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home; incomprehensible lies, that this same fat rogne will He was perfumed like a milliner, tell us, when we meet at supper : how thirty, at least, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held he fought with ; what wards, what blows, what ex- A pouncet-box, which ever and auon trenities he endured; and, in the reproof of this, He gave his nose, and took't away again; lies the jest.
Who, therewith angry, when it next came there,
He call’d them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
[Exit Poins. To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold Betwixt the wind and his nobility. The unyok'd humour of your
With many holiday and lady terms
He question’d me; among the rest demanded
To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
[ To North.
Out of my grief and my impatience,
As will displease yon.---My lord Northumberland, Answer'd neglectingly, I koow not what,
We license your departure with your son. He should, or he should not; for he made me mad, Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it. To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,
(Eseunt King Henry, Blunt, and Train. And talk, so like a waiting-gentlewoman,
Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them,
Although it be with hazard of my head.
North. What, drunk with choler ? stay, and pause
Here comes your uncle.
Ilot. Speak of Mortimer!
'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul This bald disjointed chat of his, my lord,
Want mercy, if I do not join with him.
Yea, on his part, 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,
North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew
(To Worcester. At such a time, with all the rest retold,
Wor. Who struck this heat up after I was gone? May reasonably die, and never rise
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,
Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
By Richard, that dead is, the next of blood ?
North. He was; I heard the proclamation ;
To be depos’d, and shortly murdered.
Heir to the crown?
North. He did; myself did hear it.
Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,
And, for his sake, wear the detested blot
Of murd'rous subornation, -- shall it be,
That you a world of curses undergo,
0, pardon me, that I descend so low,
To show the line, and the predicament,
Shall it, for shame, be spoken in those days,
Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,-
To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
And shall it, in more shame, be further spoken, K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook off him,
By him, for whom these shames ye underwent ?
No! yet time serves, wherein you may redeein
Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves
Revenge the jeering, and disdain'd contempt
of this proud king, who studies, day and night, Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer!
To answer all the debt, he owes to you,
G C 2
Wor. Peace, cousin, say no more!
And-gentle Harry Percy, — and kind cousin,
O, the devil take such cozeners |--God forgive me!-
Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again !
We'll stay your leisure. As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud,
Hot. I have done, i'faith. On the unsteadfast footing of a spear:
Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners !
And make the Douglas' son your only mean
Will easily be granted. — You, my lord, -
I speak not this in estimation,
As what I think might be, but what I know
And only stays but to behold the face
Hot, I smell it; upon my life, it will do well. Wor. Those same noble Scots,
North. Before the game's a-foot, thou still let'st slip. That are your prisoners, –
Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a voble plot —
And then the power of Scotland, of a York, –
Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
Wor. And 'tis no little reason, bids us speed, And lend no ear unto my purposes.
To save our heads by raising of a head: Those prisoners you shall keep.
For, bear ourselves as even as we can, Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat.
The king will always think him in our debt, He said, he would not ransom Mortimer,
And think, we think ourselves unsatisfied, Forbad my tongue, to speak of Mortimer;
Till he hath found a time to pay us home. But I will find him, when he lies asleep,
And see already, how he doth begin And in his ear I'll holla-Mortimer!
To make us strangers to his looks of love. Nay,
Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on him. I'll have a starling, shall be tanght to speak Wor. Cousin, farewell!- No further go in this, Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him,
Than I by letters shall direct your course! To keep his anger still in motion.
When time is ripe, (which will be suddenly,) Wor. Hear you,
I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer; Cousin, a word!
you and Douglas, and our powers at once, Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy,
(As I will fashion it,) shall happily meet,
North. Farewell, good brother! we shall thrive, !
Hot. Uncle, adieu !-0, let the hours be short,
North. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
Enter a Carrier, with a lantern in his hand. Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear 1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the day, I'll of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
be haug'd: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, In Richard's time, what do yoa call the and yet our horse not packed. What, ostler! place? –
Ost. (Within.] Anon, anon. A plague upon't!-- it is in Gloucestershire;'Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept, flocks in the point!' the poor jade is wrung in the wi
1 Car. I pr’ythee, Tom, beat Cat's saddle, put a few His uncle York, where I first bow'd my
knee thers out of all cess. Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,
Enter another Carrier. When you and he came back from Ravenspurg. 2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank here, as a dog, North. At Berkley castle.
and that is the next way to give poor jades the bots : Hot. You say true. —
this house is turned upside down, since Robin ostWhy, what a candy deal of courtesy
ler died. This fawning greyhound then did profer me !
1 Car. Poor fellow! never joyed, since the price of Look, -when his infunt fortune came to age,
oats rose; it was the death of him.
( ch of th
2 Car. I think, this be the most villainous house in Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots ? will all London road for fleas : I am stung like a tench. she hold out water in foul way?
1 Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ne'er a Gads. She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. king in Christendom could be better bit, than I have We steal as in a castle, cock-sure; we have the rebeen since the first cock.
ceipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible. Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, and Cham. Nay, by my faith! I think, you are more bethen we leak in your chimney; and your chamber- holden to the night, than to fern-seed, for your walklie breeds fleas, like a loach.
ing invisible. 1 Car. What, ostler! come away and be hanged, Gads. Give me thy hand! thou shalt have a share come away!
in our purchase, as I am a true man, 2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing-cross. thief.
1 Car. 'Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier are quite Gads. Go to! Ilomo is a common name to all men. starved. - What, ostler! - A plague on thee! hast Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the stable! thou never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An Farewell, you muddy knave!
[Exeunt. 'twere not as good a deed, as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain.—Come, and be hanged:
SCENE II. –The road by Gadshill. hast no faith in thee?
Enter Prince Henly, and Poins; BakdoLPU and Pero,
at some distance. Enter GADSHILL.
Poins. Come, shelter, shelter! I have removed FalGads. Good morrow, carriers! What's o'clock?
staff's horse, and he frets, like a gummed velvet. 1 Car. I think it be two o'clock.
P. Hen. Stand close!
P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! What a
brawling dost thou keep? 2 Car. Ay, when ? canst tell?- Lend me thy lan- Ful. Where's Poins, Hal ? tern, quoth a? marry, I'll see thee hanged first. P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the hill; I'll Gads. Sirrah, carrier, what time do you mean to on seek him.
(Pretends to seek Poins. come to London?
Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: 2 Car. Time enongh to go to bed with a candle, the rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him, I know I warrant thee. — Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call ot where. If I travel but four foot by the squire up the gentlemen; they will along with company, further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt for they have great charge. (Exeunt Carriers. not but to die a fair death for all this, if I 'scape Gads. What, ho! chamberlain !
hanging for killing that rogue. I have forsworn his Cham. [1Vithin.) At hand, quoth pick-purse. company hourly any time this two-and-twenty years, Gads. That's even as fair as--at hand, quoth the and yet I am bewitched with the rogue's company. chamberlain: for thou variest no more from picking If the rascal have not given me medicines to make of purses, than giving direction doth from labouring; me love him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else; thou lay'st the plot how.
I have drunk medicines. — Poins ! -Hal!- a plague Enter Chamberlain.
upon you both! – Bardolph! — Peto!- I'll starve, Cham. Good morrow, master Gadshill! It holds en
ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere not as good rent, that I told you yesternight: There's a franklin a deed as drink, to turn true man, and leave these in the wild of Kent, hath brought three hundred rogues, I am the veriest varlet, that ever chewed with marks with him in gold: I heard him tell it to one and ten miles afoot with me; and the stony-heart
a tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground, is threescore of his company, last night at supper; a kind of au, ed villains know it well enough. A plague upon't, ditor, one, that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what. They are up already, and call for eggs whistle. ] Whew! - A plague upon yon all! Give
when thieves cannot be true to one another! (They aud butter: they will away presently.
Guds. Sirrah, if they mect not with saint Nicholas' me my horse, you rogues ; give me my horse, and clerks, I'll give thee this veck.
be hanged! Cham. No, I'll none of it. I pr’ythee, keep that for
P. llen. Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down! lay thine the hangman! for, I know, thou worship’st saint Ni- ear close to the ground, and list, if thou canst hear the
tread of travellers! cholas as truly, as a man of falsehood may. Gads. What talkest thou to me of the hangman? down? 'blood, I'll not bear my own flesh so far afoot
Fal. Have you any levers to lift me np again, being if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: for, if I hang, old sir John hangs with me; and, 'thon again, for all the coin in thy father's exchequer. What knowést, he's no starveling. Tut! there are other Tro-la plague mean ye to colt me thus ? jans, that thou dreamest not of, the which, for sport colted.
P. llen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou art unsake, are content to do the profession some grace; that would, if matters should be looked into, for their Fal. I pr’ythee, good prince Hal, help me to my horse, no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers; fal.Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-apparent garown credii sake, make all whole. I am joined with good king's son!
P. Hen. Out, you rogue, shall I be your ostler? wone of these mad, mustachio purple-hued maltworms: but with nobility, and tranquillity; burgo
ters! If I be ta’en, I'll peach for this. An I have not balmasters, and great oneyers, such as can hold in, such lads made on you all, and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup as will strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner
of sack be my poison! When a jest is so forward, and than drink, and drink sooner than pray; and yet I lie;
I hate it.
Poins. 0, 'tis our setter: I know his voice.
is hand he dar, i #chinen