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Send him to answer thee, or any man,
Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd
By the imprisoning of unruly wind
Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
In passion shook.
Glend. Cousin, of many men
(Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier. The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields. Poins. Falstaff! - fast asleep behind the arras, and These signs have mark'd me extraordinary; snorting, like a horse.
And all the courses of my life do show,
That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,-
And bring him out, that is but woman's son,
Gan trace me in the tedious ways of art,
And hold me pace in deep experiments !
I will to dinner.
And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence.
Mort. Come, come,
No more of this unprofitable chat!
Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made
Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye,
Bootless home, and weather-beaten back.
How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?
According to our three-fold order ta’en ?
Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it
Into three limits, very equally:
By south and east, is to my part assign’d:
And all the fertile land within that bound,
To Owen Glendower:— and, dear coz, to you
The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
And our indentures tripartite are drawn:
Which being sealed interchangeably,
(A business, that this night may execute,)
To-morrow, cousin Percy, you, and I,
And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth,
To meet your father, and the Scottish power,
As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, lords, Hot. 0, then the earth shook to see the heavens on And in my conduct shall your ladies come: fire,
From whom you now must steal, and take no leave;
For there will be a world of water shed,
Upon the parting of your wives and you.
Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton here,
He: Lad Hot like a and, and, And Asi Swe
Ang Το Co
In quantity equals not one of yours.
And wond'rous affable, and as bountiful, See, how this river comes me cranking in,
As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ? And cuts me, from the best of all my land,
He holds your temperin a high respect,
And curbs himself even of his natural scope,
Might so have tempted him, as you have done,
Without the taste of danger and reproof;
But do not use it oft, let me entreat you !
And since your coming hither have done enough
You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:
Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood, As on the other side it takes from you.
(And that's the dearest grace it renders you,) Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him here, Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, And on this north side win this cape of land;
Defect of manners, want of government, And then he runs straight and even.
Pride, hauglitiness, opinion, and disdain : Ilot. I'll have it so; a little charge will do it. The least of which, haunting a nobleman, Glend, I will not have it alter'd.
Loseth men's hearts, and leaves behind a stain Hot. Will not you?
Upon the beauty of all parts besides, Glend. No, nor you shall not.
Beguiling them of commendation. Hot. Who'shall say me nay?
Hot. Well, I am school'd; good manners be your Glend. Why, that will I.
speed! Hot. Let me not understand you then,
Here come our wives, and let us take our leave. Speak it in Welsh !
Re-enter GLENDOWER with the Ladies.
My wife can speak uo English, I no Welsh.
you, And gave the tongue a helpful ornament;
She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.
Mort. Good father, tell her, that she, and my
Shall follow in your conduct speedily.
she answers him in the same. Or a dry wheel grate on an axle-tree;
Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish selfwill'd And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
harlotry, Nothing so much as mincing poetry;
One no persuasion can do good upon. 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shulling nag.
(Lady M. speaks to Mortimer in Welsh. Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn’d. Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh, Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land Which thou pourest down from these swelling To any well-deserving frieud;
heavens, But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
In such a parley would I answer thee. Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?
(Lady M. speaks. Glend. The moonshines fair, you may away by night. I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, I'll haste the writer, and, withal,
And that's a feeling disputation :
Till I have learn’d thy language; for thy tongue
(Lady M. speaks again. And of a dragonand a finless fish,
Mort. 0, I am ignorance itselfin this. A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven,
Glend. She bids you A couching lion, and a ramping cat,
Upon the wanton rushes lay you down,
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness; That were his lackeys : I cried, humph, -and well,- Making such difference'twixt wake and sleep, go to,
Asis the difference betwixt day and night,
Begins his golden progress in the east.
Mort. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her sing.
Glend. Do so!
And those musicians, that shall play to you, Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman, Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; Exceedingly well read, and profited
Yet straight they shall be here, sit, and attend! lo strange concealments, valiant as a lion,
Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down :
Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in By smiling pick-thanks and base newsmongers, thy lap.
I may, for some things true, wherein my youth Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose!
Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,
K. Hen. God pardon thee! yet let me wonder,
At thy affections, which do hold a wing
Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.
Andart almost an alien to the hearts
Is ruin'd, and the soul of every man
Prophetically does fore-think thy fall.
Had I so lavish of my presence been,
So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
So stale and cheap to vulgar company:
Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
Had still kept loyal to possession,
And left me in reputeless banishment,
A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood.
By being seldom seen, I could not stir,
And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
Loud shouts and salutattions from their mouths,
Thus did I keep my person fresh, and new,
My presence, like a robe pontifical,
Ne'er seen, but wonder'd at: and so my state,
Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast,
[ Exit. Soon kindled, and soon burn'd, carded his state, Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer! you are as slow, Mingled his royalty with capering fools, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go.
Had his great name profaned with their scorns;
To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push
(Exeunt. Of every beardless vain comparative,
Grew a companion to the common streets,
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
So, when he had occasion to be seen,
(Exeunt Lords. He was but as the cuckoo is in June, I know not, whether God will have it so,
Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such
eyes, For some displeasing service, I have done,
As, sick and blunted with community,
Afford no extraordinary gaze,
When it shines seldom in admiring eyes::
But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down,
As cloudy men use to their adversaries,
Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full.
poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou;
For thou hast lost thy princely privilege,
With vile participation; not an eye
But is a-weary of thy common sight,
Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more;
Make bliud itself with foolish tenderness.
P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord,
Be more myself.
K. Hen. For all the world,
As thou art to this hour, was Richard then,
When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg;.
of a ha Fal.
I know ROW TO
rich? cheek à Tou
Pal if he
And even as I was then, is Percy now.
by ma Now by my sceptre, and my soul to boot,
As ever offer'd foul play in a state.
K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day;
many a For, of no right, nor colour like to right, For this advertisement is five days old. –
Goto, He doth fill fields with harness in the realm, On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set
Host. Turns head against the lion's armed jaws,
Our business valued, some twelve days hence What never-dying honour hath he got
Our general forces at Bridgnorth shall meet. Against renowned Douglas! whose high deeds, Our hands are full of business ; let's away! Whose hot incursions, and great name in arms, Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay. (Exeunt, Fal. Holds from all soldiers chief majority,
SCENE III.—Eastcheap. A room in the Boar's head to bake And military title capital,
Host. Through all the kingdoms, that acknowledge Christ?
Enter Falstaff and BARDOLPA.
last action ? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, four as Discomfited great Douglas, ta’en him once,
my skin hangs about me,like an old lady's loose gown; Fal. Enlarged him, and made a friend of him, I am wither'd like an old apple-John. Well, I'll repent,
Host To fill the mouth of deep defiance up,
and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall Fal. And shake the peace and safety of our throne. be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland, strength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the The archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer, in side of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a Capitulate against us, and are up.
brewer's horse: the inside of a church! Company, vil- inn, b But wherefore do I tell these news to thee? lainous company, hath been the spoil of me.
sealri Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
Burd. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live Which art my near'st and dearest enemy?
long. Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear, Fal. Why, there is it: - come, sing me a bawdy Base inclination, and the start of spleen,
song, make me merry! I was as virtuously given, as a To fight against me under Percy's pay,
gentleman need to be, virtuous enough, swore little, To dog his heels, and court'sy at his frowns, diced, not above seven times a week, went to a bawdyTo show, how much degenerate thou art.
house, not above once in a quarter of an hour, paid P. llen. Do not think so, you shall not find it so;
Fc money that I borrowed, three or four times, lived well, And God forgive them, that have so much sway'd and in good compass : and now I live out of all order, Your majesty's good thoughts away from me! out of all compass.
B. I will redeem all this on Percy's head,
H Bard. Why, you are so fat, sir John, that you must And, in the closing of some glorious day,
P. needs be out of all compass, out of all reasonable comBe bold to tell you, that I am your son;
does When I will wear a garment all of blood,
Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend And stain my favours in a bloody mask,
Ho Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in the Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it. poop, --but'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the knight And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
P. of the burning lamp. That this same child of honour and renown,
Fa Bard. Why, sir John, my face does you no harm. This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight, Fal. No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it, as And your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet. many a man doth of a death's-head, or a memento For every honour sitting on his helm,
mori. I never see thy face, but I think on hell-fire, and 'Would they were multitudes; and on my head Pives, that lived in purple; for there he is in his robes
, My shames redoubled! for the time will come, burning, burning. If thou wert any way given to virtue, That I shall make this northern youth exchange I would swear by thy face; my oath should be, By this His glorious deeds for my indignities.
P. fire: but thou art altogether given over, and wert in
HE Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
deed, but for the light in thy face, the son of utter To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf; darkness. When thou ran’st up Gadshill in the night
, And I will call him to so strict account,
to catch my horse, if I did not think thou hadst been That he shall render every glory up,
aņ ignis fátuus, or a ball of
wild-fire, there's no parYea, even the slightest worship of his time,
chase in money. O, thou art a perpetual triumph, an Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.
everlasting bonfire-light! Thou hast saved me a thou-, 1 This, in the name of God, I promise here:
sand marks in links and torches, walking with thee in's The which if he be pleas’d, I shall perform,
the night betwixt tavern and tavern: but the sack, that I do beseech your majesty, may salve
thou hast drunk me, would have bought me lights as Thelong-grown wounds of my intemperance : good cheap, at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have If not, the end of life cancels all bands,
maintained that salamander of yours with fire, any And I will die a hundred thousand deaths,
time this two and thirty years; Heaven reward me Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.
burned, How now, good thy are .
yet, who picked my pocket ?
Do you think, I keep thieves in my house? I have ,
pass, sir John.
ara tort P. Fa
by man, boy by boy, servant by servant: the tithe Fal. Why? she's neither fish, nor flesh; a man knows of a hair was never lost in my house before. not, where to have her.
Fal. You lie, hostess; Bardolph was shaved, and lost | Host. Thou art an unjust man in saying so: thon, or many a hair: and I'll be sworn, my pocket was picked. any man knows, where to have me, thou knave thou! Go to, you are a woman, go!
P. Hen. Thou sayest true, hostess, and he slanders Host. WhoI? I defy thee: I was never called so in thee most grossly. mine own house before.
Host. So he doth you, my lord; and said this other Fal. Go to, I know you well enough.
day, you ought him a thousand pound.
Host. Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said,
Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight Bard. Indeed, sir John, you said so.
as thy word now?
Fal. Why, Hal, thouknowest, as thou art but man, Host. He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing. I dare; but, as thou art prince, I fear thee, as I fear Fal. How! poor? look upon his face! What call you the roaring of the lion's whelp: rich ? let them coin his nose, let them coin his P. Hen. And why not, as the lion ? cheeks! I'll not pay a denier. What, will you make Fal. The king himself is to be feared, as the lion. a younker of me? shall I not take mine ease in mine Dost thou think, I'll fear thee, as I fear thy father? inn, but I shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a nay, an ldo, I pray God, my girdle break! sealring of my grandfather's, worth forty mark. P. Hen. O, ifit should, how would thy guts fall about
Host. O Jesu! I have heard the prince tell him, I thy knees ! But,sirrah,there's no room for faith, truth, know not, how oft, that that ring was copper. nor honesty, in this bosom ofthine ; it is filled up with
Fal. How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup; and guts, and midriff. Charge an honest woman with pickif he were here, I would cudgel him, like a dog, if he ing thy pocket! Why, thou whoreson, impudent, emwould say so.
bossed rascal, if there were any thing in thy pocket, Enter Prince Henry and Poins, marching. Falstaff but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of bawdymeets the Prince playing on his truncheon,like a fife. houses, and one poor pennyworth of sugar-candy, to Fal. How now, lad ? is the wind in that door, i'faith? (make thee long winded ; if thy pocket were enriched must we all march?
with any other injuries but these, I am a villain. And Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate-fashion ? yet you will stand to it; you will not pocket up wrong. Host. My lord, I pray you, hear me!
Art thou not ashamed? P. Hen. What sayest thou, mistress Quickly? How Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest, in the state does thy husband ? I love him well; he is an honest of innocency Adam fell; and what should poor Jack
Falstaff do, in the days of villainy? Thou seest, I have Host. Good my lord, hear me!
more flesh,than another man, and therefore morefrailFal. Pr’ythee, let her alone, and list to me! ty: – You confess then, you picked my pocket? P. Hen. What sayst thou, Jack ?
P. Hen. It appears so by the story. Fal. The other night I fell asleep here behind the Ful. Hostess, I forgive thee! Go, make ready breakarras, and had my pocket picked: this house is fast; love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish turned bawdy-house, they pick pockets.
thy guests! thou shalt find me tractable to any hoP. Hen. What didst thou lose, Jack?
nest reason: thou seest, I am pacified.-Still ?-Nay, Fal. Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds pr’ythee, be gone! [Exit Hostess.] Now, Hal, to the of forty pound a-piece, and a seal-ring of my grand-news at court! for the robbery, lad, - how is that father's.
answered ? P. Hen. A trifle, some eight-penny matter! P. Hen. O, my sweet beef, I must still be good anHlost. So I told him, my lord ; and I said, I heard gel to thee. - The money is paid back again. your grace say so. And, my lord, he speaks most vile- Fal, O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double ly of you, like a foul-mouthed man, as he is, and labour. said, he would cudgel you.
P. Hen. I am good friends with my father, and may P. Hen. What! he did not?
do any thing. Host. There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, in me else.
and do it with unwashed hands too! Ful. There's no more faith in thee, than in a stewed Bard. Do, my lord ! prune, nor no more truth in thee, than in a drawn P. Hen: I have procured thec, Jack, a charge of foot. fox; and for womanhood, maid Marian may be the Fal. I would, it had been of horse. Where shall I deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing, go ! find one, that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of Hosi. Say, what thing? what thing?
the age of two and twenty, or thereabouts ! I am heinFat. What thing? why, a thing to thank God on. ously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for these Host. I am nothing to thank God on, I would thou rebels, they offend none, but the virtuous ; I laud should'st know it; I am an honest man's wife:and, set-them, I praise them. ting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to call P. llen. Bardolph –
Bard. My lord ?
My brother John ; this to my lord of Westmoreland.-
Have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.-
ith e sack