Out of my grief and my impatience, Of guns, and drums, and wounds,(God save the mark!) I answer'd indirectly, as I said; And, I beseech you, let not his report Come current for an accusation, Betwixt my love and your high majesty. As will displease you. My lord Northumberland, [Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and Train. Here comes your uncle. Re-enter WORCESTER. Hot. Speak of Mortimer! 'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins, Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord, As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. Whatever Harry Percy then had said, K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners; That we, at our own charge, shall ransom straight Hot. Revolted Mortimer! He never did fall off, my sovereign liege, He did confound the best part of an hour Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood, Colour her working with such deadly wounds; North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew From whence he, intercepted, did return Wor. And for whose death we in the world's wide Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of. Hot. But, soft, I pray you! Did king Richard then North. He did; myself did hear it. Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king, 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 ? Wor. Peace, cousin, say no more! As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud, Hot. If he fall in, good night!-or sink, or swim: North. Imagination of some great exploit Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, Wor. Those same noble Scots, Hot. I'll keep them all. By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them: Wor. You start away, And lend no ear unto my purposes. Those prisoners you shall keep. Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat. He said, he would not ransom Mortimer, I'll have a starling, shall be taught to speak Wor. Hear you, Cousin, a word! Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy, Hot. Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear Hot. Of York, is't not? His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop. As what I think might be, but what I know In Richard's time, what do you call the place? A plague upon't!—it is in Gloucestershire; - Hot. You say true. Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did profer me! Look,-when his infant fortune came to age, Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well. Wor. And so they shall. Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd. Wor. And 'tis no little reason, bids us speed, To save our heads by raising of a head: For, bear ourselves as even as we can, The king will always think him in our debt, And think, we think ourselves unsatisfied, Till he hath found a time to pay us home. And see already, how he doth begin To make us strangers to his looks of love. Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on him. Wor. Cousin, farewell!- No further go in this, Than I by letters shall direct your course! When time is ripe, (which will be suddenly,) I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer; Where you and Douglas, and our powers at once, (As I will fashion it,) shall happily meet, To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, Which now we hold at much uncertainty. North. Farewell, good brother! we shall thrive, ! الله 1 kin be C the he 1 of st 0 2 Car. I think, this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas : I am stung like a tench. 1 Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ne'er a king in Christendom could be better bit, than I have been since the first cock. Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, and then we leak in your chimney; and your chamberlie breeds fleas, like a loach. 1 Car. What, ostler! come away and be hanged, come away! 2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing-cross. 1 Car. 'Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier are quite starved. What, ostler!- A plague on thee! hast | thou never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An 'twere not as good a deed, as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain.-Come, and be hanged:hast no faith in thee? 2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant thee. Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the gentlemen; they will along with company, for they have great charge. [Exeunt Carriers. Gads. What, ho! chamberlain ! Cham. [Within.] At hand, quoth pick-purse. Gads. That's even as fair as-at hand, quoth the chamberlain: for thou variest no more from picking of purses, than giving direction doth from labouring; thou lay'st the plot how. Enter Chamberlain. Cham. Good morrow, master Gadshill! It holds current, that I told you yesternight: There's a franklin in the wild of Kent, hath brought three hundred marks with him in gold: I heard him tell it to one of his company, last night at supper; a kind of auditor, one, that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what. They are up already, and call for eggs and butter: they will away presently. Guds. Sirrah, if they meet not with saint Nicholas' clerks, I'll give thee this neck. Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots? will she hold out water in foul way? Gads. She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. We steal as in a castle, cock-sure; we have the receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible. Cham. Nay, by my faith! I think, you are more beholden to the night, than to fern-seed, for your walking invisible. Gads. Give me thy hand! thou shalt have a share in our purchase, as I am a true man, Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief. Gads. Go to! Homo is a common name to all men. Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the stable! Farewell, you muddy knave! [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The road by Gadshill. Enter Prince HENRY, and POINS; BARDOLPH and PETO, at some distance. Poins. Come, shelter, shelter! I have removed Falstaff's horse, and he frets, like a gummed velvet. P. Hen. Stand close! Enter FALSTAFF. Fal. Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins! P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! What a brawling dost thou keep? Ful. Where's Poins, Hal? P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the hill; I'll go seek him. [Pretends to seek Poins. Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: the rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him, I know not where. If I travel but four foot by the squire further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death for all this, if I 'scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have forsworn his company hourly any time this two-and-twenty years, and yet I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else; I have drunk medicines.. -Poins! -Hal! - a plague upon you both! Bardolph! - Peto! I'll starve, ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to turn true man, and leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet, that ever chewed with and ten miles afoot with me; and the stony-hearta tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground, is threescore ed villains know it well enough. A plague upon't, when thieves cannot be true to one another! [They whistle.] Whew! -A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged! Cham. No, I'll none of it. I pr'ythee, keep that for P. Hen. Peace, ye fat4guts! 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? if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: for, if I hang, old sir John hangs with me; and, thou knowest, he's no starveling. Tut! there are other Trojans, that thou dreamest not of, the which, for sport sake, are content to do the profession some grace; that would, if matters should be looked into, for their own credit sake, make all whole. I am joined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers; none of these mad, mustachio purple-hued malt-] worms: but with nobility, and tranquillity; burgomasters, and great oneyers, such as can hold in, such as will strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than drink, and drink sooner than pray; and yet I lie; for they pray continually to their saint, the commonwealth, or, rather, not pray to her, but prey on her; for they ride up and down on her, and make her their boots. a Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down? 'Sblood, I'll not bear my own flesh so far afoot again, for all the coin in thy father's exchequer. What plague mean ye to colt me thus? colted. P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou art unFal. I pr'ythee, good prince Hal, help me to my horse, good king's son! Fal. Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-apparent garP. Hen. Out, you rogue, shall I be your ostler? lads made on you all, and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup ters! If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I have not balof sack be my poison! When a jest is so forward, and afoot too,-1 hate it. Gads. Stand! Enter GADSHILL. Fal. So I do, against my will. Poins. O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. Enter BARDOLPH. Band. What news? Gads. Case ye, case ye! On with your visors! there's money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going to the king's exchequer. Fal. You lie, you rogue; 'tis going to the king's tavern. Gads. There's enough to make us all. P. Hen. Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow Fal. Zounds! will they not rob us? P. Ilen. What, a coward, sir John Paunch? Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your father; but yet no coward, Hal. your house. - He could be contented, -Why is he not then? In respect of the love, he bears our house :— he shows in this, he loves his own barn better, than he loves our house. Let me see some more! The purpose you undertake, is dangerous;-Why, that's certain; 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink : but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. The purpose you undertake, is dangerous; the friends you have named, uncertain; the time itself unsorted; and your whole plot too light, for the counterpoise of so great an opposi tion.-Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lackbrain is this? By the Lord, our plot is as good a plot, as ever was laid; our friends true and constant: a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation: an excelgrand-lent plot, very good friends. What a frosty spirited rogue is this? Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and the general course of the action. Zounds, an I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and myself? lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not, beside, the Douglas? Have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month? and are they not, some of them, set forward already? What a pagan rascal is this? an infidel? Ha! you shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed milk with so honourable an action! Hang him! let him tell the king: We are prepared: I will set forward to-night. P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof. Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged. [Exeunt P. Henry and Poins. Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business! Enter Travellers. 1 Trav. Come, neighbour! the boy shall lead our horses down the hill; we'll walk afoot a while, and ease our legs. Thieves. Stand! Trav. Jesu bless us ! Fal. Strike! down with them! cut the villains' throats! Ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they hate us youth: down with them! fleece them! 1 Trav. O, we are undone, both we and ours, for ever. Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves! Are ye undone? No, ye fat chuffs! I would, your store were here! On, bacons, on! What, ye knaves? young men must live: you are grand-jurors, are ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith. [Exeunt Falstaff,etc. driving the Travel lers out. Re-enter Prince HENRY and Poiss. P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true men. Now could thou and I rob the thieves, and go merrily to London, it would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming. Re-enter Thieves. Fal. Come, ny masters, let us share, and then to horse before day! Anthe prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's no more valour in that Poins, than in a wild duck. P. Hen. Your money! [Rushing out upon them. Poins. Villains! [As they are sharing, the prince and P. Hen. Got with much ease! Now merrily to horse! [Exeunt. Enter Lady PERCY. How now, Kate? I must leave you within these two Lady. O my good lord, why are youthus alone? Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, Enter Servant. rill? Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape! A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen, As you are toss'd with. In faith, I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, Away, you trifler! - Love? - I love thee not, with me? Lady. Do you not love me? do you not, indeed? Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; Hot. Not an inch farther. But hark you, Kate? Lady It must, of force. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-East cheap. A room in the Boar's Head Tavern. Enter Prince HENRY and POINS. life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honour, that thou wert not with me in this action. But, sweet Ned,—to sweeten which name of Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped even now in my hand by an under-skinker, one, that never spake other English in his life, than Eight shillings and sixpence, and You are welcome; with this shrill addition, Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint of bastard in the Halfmoon, or so. But, Ned, to drive away the time till Falstaff come, I pr'ythee, do thou stand in some byroom, while I question my puny drawer, to what end he gave me the sugar; and do thou never leave calling Francis, that his tale to me may be nothing but anon. Step aside, and I'll show thee a precedent. Poins. Francis! P. Hen. Thou art perfect. Enter FRANCIS. [Exit Poins. Fran. Anon, anon, sir!— Look down into the Pomegranate, Ralph! P. Hen. Come hither, Francis! Fran. My lord! P.Her. How long hast thou to serve, Francis? Fran. Forsooth, five year, and as much as to — Poins. [Within.] Francis! Fran. Anon, anon, sir. P. Hen. Five years! by'rlady, a long lease for the clinking of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant, as to play the coward with thy indenture, and to shew it a fair pair of heels, and run from it? Fran. O lord, sir! I'll be sworn upon all the books in England, I could find in my heartPoins. [Within.] Francis! Fran. Anon, anon, sir. P. Hen. How old art thou, Francis? Fran. Let me see!- About Michaelmas next I shall be Poins. [Within.] Francis! Fran. Anon, sir.- Pray you, stay a little, my lord! P. Hen. Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar thou gavest me, -'twas a pennyworth, was't not? Fran. O lord, sir! I would, it had been two. P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand pound: ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it. Poins. [Within.] Francis! Fran. Anon, anon. P. Hen. Anon, Francis? No, Francis: but to-mor- P. Hen. Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, crystal- P. Hen. Ned, pr'ythee, come out of that fat room, P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard is your only and lend me thy hand to laugh a little. drink: for, look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much. Poins. Where hast been, Hal? P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, amongst three or four score hogsheads. I have sounded the very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother to a leash of drawers; and can call them all by their Christian names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis. They take it already upon their salvation, that, though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy, and tell me flatly, I am no proud Jack, like Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy, by the Lord, so they call me. And when I am king of England, I shall command all the good lads in Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dying scarlet: and when you breathe in your watering, they cry hem! and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am so good a proficient in one quarter of an hour, that I can drink with any tinker in his own language during my Fran. What, sir? call? [Here they both call him; the Drawer stands Vint. What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st such a calling? Look to the guests within! [Exit Fran.] My lord, old sir John, with half a dozen more, are at the door. Shall I let them in? P. Hen. Let them alone awhile, and then open the door! [Exit Vintner.] Poins! Re-enter POINS. Poins. Auon, anon, sir. |