Page images
PDF
EPUB
[merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors]

Send him to answer thee, or any man,

Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd
For any thing he shall be charg’d withal:

By the imprisoning of unruly wind
And so let me entreat you,leave the house!

Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
Sher. I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen, Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down
Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks. Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your birth,
P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb’d these inen, Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
He shall be answerable; and so, farewell !

In passion shook.
Sher. Good night, my noble lord !

Glend. Cousin, of many men
P. Hen. I think, it is good morrow; is it not? I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think, it be two o'clock. To tell you once again, – that at my birth

(Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier. The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well, as Paul's. The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Go, call him forth !

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,
P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath! Search I am not in the roll of common men.
his pockets ![Poins searches.] What hast thou found? Where is he living, - clipp'd in with the sea,
Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord.

That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,-
P. Hen. Let's see what they be: read them ! Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
Poins. Item, A capon, 2s. 2d.

And bring him out, that is but woman's son,
Item, Sauce, 4d.

Gan trace me in the tedious ways of art,
Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.

And hold me pace in deep experiments !
Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper, 2s.6d. Hot. Ithink, there is no man, speaks better Welsh.
Item, Bread, a halfpenny:

I will to dinner.
P. Hen. O monstrous ! but one halfpenny-worth of Mort. Peace, cousin Percy! you will make him mad.
bread to this intolerable deal of sack ! - What there is Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
else,keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there Hot. Why, so can I, or so can any man;
let him sleep till day! I'll to the court in the morn- But will they come, when you do call for them?
ing: we must all to the wars, and thy place shall be Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command
honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of The devil.
foot; and, I know, his death will be a march of twelve- Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil,
score. The money shall be paid back again with ad- By telling truth. Tell truth, and shame the devil!“
vantage. Be with me betimes in the morning; and so If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
good morrow, Poins !

And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence.
Poins. Good morrow, good my lord! Exeunt. 0, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil!

Mort. Come, come,
A CT

No more of this unprofitable chat!
III.

Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made
SCENEI. Bangor. A room in the Archdeacon's head
house.

Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye,
Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Mortimer, and Gler- And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him

Bootless home, and weather-beaten back.
Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure, Hot, Home without boots, and in foul weather too!
And our induction full of prosperous hope.

How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?
Hot. Lord Mortimer, — and cousin Glendower, – Glend. Come, here's the map; shall we divide our
Will you sit down?

right,
And, uncle Worcester - A plague upon it!

According to our three-fold order ta’en ?
I have forgot the map.

Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it
Glend. No, here it is.

Into three limits, very equally:
Sit, cousin Percy! sit, good cousin Hotspur! England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
For by that name, as oft as Lancaster

By south and east, is to my part assign’d:
Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale, and with All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
Arising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven.

And all the fertile land within that bound,
Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears

To Owen Glendower:— and, dear coz, to you
Owen Glendower spoke of.

The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
Glend. I cannot blame him : at my nativity,

And our indentures tripartite are drawn:
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,

Which being sealed interchangeably,
Of burning cressets; and, at my birth,

(A business, that this night may execute,)
The frame and huge foundation of the earth

To-morrow, cousin Percy, you, and I,
Shak'd like a coward.

And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth,
Hot. Why, so it would have done

To meet your father, and the Scottish power,
At the same season, if your mother's cat had

As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born. My father Glendower is not ready yet,
Glend. I say, the earth did shake, when I was born. Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days. -
Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind, Within that space, (To Glend.] you may have drawn
If you suppose, as fearing you it shook.

together
Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen.
tremble,

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;
And not in fear of your nativity.

For there will be a world of water shed,
Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth

Upon the parting of your wives and you.
In strange eruptions : oft the teeming earth

Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton here,

DOWER,

[ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors]

a

[blocks in formation]

a

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,
A huge half moon, a monstrous cantle out.

And curbs himself even of his natural scope,
I'll have the current in this place damm'd up; When you do cross his humour ; 'faith, he does :
And here the smug and silver Trent shall run, I warrant you, that man is not alive,
In a new channel, fair and evenly :

Might so have tempted him, as you have done,
It shall not wind with such a deep indent,

Without the taste of danger and reproof;
To rob me of so rich a bottom here.

But do not use it oft, let me entreat you !
Glend. Not wind? it shall, it must; you see, it doth. Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame,
Mort. Yea,

And since your coming hither have done enough
But mark, how he bears his course, and runs me up To put him quite beside his patience.
With like advantage on the other side,

You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:
Gelding the opposed continent as much,

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.
Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you; Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me, -
For I was train’d up in the English court:

My wife can speak uo English, I no Welsh.
Where, being but young, I framed to the harp Glend. My daughter weeps; she will not part with
Many an English ditty, lovely well,

you, And gave the tongue a helpful ornament;

She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.
A virtue, that was never seen in you!

Mort. Good father, tell her, that she, and my
Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart. aunt Percy,
I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew,

Shall follow in your conduct speedily.
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers. (Glendower speaks to his daughter in Welsh, and
I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd,

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 :
Break with your wives of your departure hence. But I will never be a truant, love,
I am afraid, my daughter will run mad,

Till I have learn’d thy language; for thy tongue
So much she doteth on her Mortimer. [Exit. Makes Welsh as sweet, as ditties highly penn'd,
Mort, Fye, cousin Percy! how you cross my father! Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
Hot. I cannot choose: sometimes he angers me With ravishing division, to her lnte.
With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant, Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.
of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies,

(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,
Aud such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff,

And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
As puts me from my faith. I tell you what, - And she will sing the song, that pleaseth yon,
He held me but last night, at least nine hours,

And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep,
In reckoning up the several devils' names,

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,
But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious, The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
As is a tired horse, a railing wife;

Begins his golden progress in the east.
Worse than a smoky house. —I had rather live,

Mort. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her sing.
With cheese and garlick, in a windmill, far, By that time will our book, I think, be drawn.
Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me,

Glend. Do so!
In any summer-house in Christendom.

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 :

[ocr errors]

te th

[ocr errors]
[merged small][merged small][ocr errors]
[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors]

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,
Glendower speaks some Welsh words, and then the Find pardon on my true submission.
inusic plays.

K. Hen. God pardon thee! yet let me wonder,
Ilot. Now I perceive, the devil understands Welsh; Harry,
And’tis no marvel, he's so humorous.

At thy affections, which do hold a wing
By'r-lady, he's a good musician.

Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.
Lady P. Then should you be nothing but musical : Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost,
for you are altogether governed by humours. Lie still, Which by thy younger brother is supplied;
ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh!

Andart almost an alien to the hearts
Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish. Of all the court and princes of my blood.
Lady P. Would'st thou have thy head broken? The hope and expectation of thy time
Hot. No.

Is ruin'd, and the soul of every man
Lady P. Then be still!

Prophetically does fore-think thy fall.
Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault.

Had I so lavish of my presence been,
Lady P. Now God help thee!

So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
Ilot. To the Welsh lady's bed.

So stale and cheap to vulgar company:
Lady P. What's that?

Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
Hot. Peace! she sings.

Had still kept loyal to possession,
A Welsh song sung by Lady M.

And left me in reputeless banishment,
Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.

A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood.
Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth.

By being seldom seen, I could not stir,
Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart, you swear, But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at:
like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in good sooth; That men would tell their children, This is he:
and, As true as I live; and, As God shall mend me; Others would say, - Where? Which is Bolingbroke?
and, As sure as day:

And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
And giv’st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, And dress'd myself in such humility,
As if thou never walk’dst further, than Finsbury. That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art,

Loud shouts and salutattions from their mouths,
A good mouth-filling oath, and leave in sooth, Even in the presence of the crowned king.
And such protest of pepper-ginger-bread,

Thus did I keep my person fresh, and new,
To velvet-guards, aud Sunday-citizens !

My presence, like a robe pontifical,
Come, sing!

Ne'er seen, but wonder'd at: and so my state,
Lady P. I will not sing.

Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast,
Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast And won, by rareness, such solemnity,
teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away within The skipping king, he ambled up and down
these two hours; and so come in, when you will! With shallow jesters, and rash bavin wits,

[ 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;
By this our book's drawn; we'll but seal, and then And gave his countenance, against his name,
To horse immediately.

To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push
Mort. With all my heart.

(Exeunt. Of every beardless vain comparative,

Grew a companion to the common streets,
SCENE II. - London. A room in the palace. Enfeoff’d himselfto popularity,
Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, and Lords. That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
K. llen. Lords, give us leave! the Prince of Wales They surfeited with honey, and began
and I

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
Must have some conference. But be near at hand, More than a little is by much too much.
For we shall presently have need of you.

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,
That in his secret doom, outof my blood

Afford no extraordinary gaze,
He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me~ Such as is bent on sun-like majesty,
But thou dost, in thy passages of life,

When it shines seldom in admiring eyes::
Make me believe, that thou art only mark’d

But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down,
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven, Slopt in his face, and render'd such aspect,
To punish my mis-treadings. Tell me else,

As cloudy men use to their adversaries,
Could such inordinate, and low desires,

Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full.
Such

poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou;
Such barren pleasures, rude society,

For thou hast lost thy princely privilege,
As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to,

With vile participation; not an eye
Accompany the greatness of thy blood,

But is a-weary of thy common sight,
And hold their level with thy princely heart?

Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more;
P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would, I could Which now doth that I would not have it do,
Quit all offences with as clear excuse,

Make bliud itself with foolish tenderness.
As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge

P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord,
Myself of many, I am charg'd withal:

Be more myself.
Yet such extenuation let me beg,

K. Hen. For all the world,
As, in reproof of many tales devis’d, –

As thou art to this hour, was Richard then,
Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear, -

When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg;.

44 *

[blocks in formation]

of a ha Fal.

Fal,

I know ROW TO

Fouad

tavern.

shilling

for you

rich? cheek à Tou

Hos know

Pal if he

won)

Ente

me

mu

And even as I was then, is Percy now.
If promises be kept on every hand,

by ma Now by my sceptre, and my soul to boot,

As ever offer'd foul play in a state.
He hath more worthy interest to the state,

K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day;
Than thou, the shadow of succession;
With him my son, lord John of Lancaster;

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,

Forward;
on Thursday, we ourselves will march.

mine 0
And, being no more in debt to years, than thou, Our meeting is Bridgnorth: and, Harry, you
Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on Shall march through Glostershire; by which account, Host.
To bloody battles, and to bruising arms.

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.
Thrice hath this Hotspur Mars in swathing clothes, Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this
This infant warrior in his enterprizes,

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,

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.

for it!
K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this. Bard. 'Sblood, I would, my face were in your belly.
Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust herein. Fal. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-
Enter BLUNT,

burned, How now, good thy are .

Hostess.
Blunt.'s Shath the business, that I come to speak of. How now, dame Partlet the hen? have you inquired
Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word,

yet, who picked my pocket ?
That Douglas, and the English rebels, me“, Ilost. Why, sir John ! what do you think, sir John?
The eleventh of this month, at Shrewsbury.
A mighty and a fearful head they are,

Do you think, I keep thieves in my house? I have ,
I searched, I have inquired, so has my husband, man

pass, sir John.

my

life.

man

Fa

ara tort P. Fa

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors][ocr errors]

to-dat

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors]

a

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. No, sir John; you do not know me, sir John: P. Hen. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?
I know you, sir John: you owe me money, sir John, and Fal. A thousand pound, Hal! a million: thy love
now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I bought is worth a million ; thou owest me thy love.
you a dozen of shirts to

your
back.

Host. Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said,
Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away he would cudgel you.
to bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them. Fal. Did I, Bardolph?

Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight Bard. Indeed, sir John, you said so.
shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, sir John, Fal. Yea; if he said, my ring was copper.
for your diet, and by-drinkings, and money lent you, P. Hen. I say, 'tis copper: darest thou be as good,
four and twenty pound.

as thy word now?
Fal. He had his part of it; let him pay!

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 ?
Fal. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast, P.Hen. Go bear this letter to lord John of Lancaster!
to say otherwise.

My brother John ; this to my lord of Westmoreland.-
Host. Say, what beast, thou knave thou? Go, Poins, to horse, to horse! for thou, and I
Fal. What beast? why, an otter.

Have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.-
P. Ilen. An otter, sir John ? why an otter? Jack,

nábiect

man.

[ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors]

a

ith e sack

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[merged small][ocr errors]

me so.

[ocr errors][ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

badan

« PreviousContinue »