a church thou horson little tydee Bartholemew borepigge when wilt thou leaue sighting a daies and foyning a nights and begin to patch vp thine old body for heauen Enter Prince and Poynes Fal Peace good Doll do not speake like a deathes head do not bid me remember mine end Dol Sirra what humour 's the prince of Fal. A good shallow yong fellow a would haue made a good pantler a would a chipt bread wel Dol They say Poineâ— has a good wit Fal. He a good wit hang him baboon his wit 's as thicke as Tewksbury mustard there 's no more conceit in him then is in a mallet Dol Why does the prince loue him so then Fal. Because their legges are both of a bignesse and a plaies at quoites well and eates cunger and fennel and drinkes off candles endes for slappe-dragons and rides the wilde mare with the boyes and iumpes vpon ioynd-stooles and sweares with a good grace and weares his bootes very smoothe like vnto the signe of the Legge and breedes no bate with telling of discreet stories and such other gambole faculties a has that show a weake minde and an able bodie for the which the prince admits him for the prince himself is such another the weight of a haire wil turne scales between their haber de poiz Prince Would not this naue of a wheele haue his eares cut off Poynes Le ts beate him before his whore Prince Looke where the witherd elder hath not his poule clawd like a parrot Poynes Is it not strange that desire should so many yeeres out liue performance Falst Kisse me Doll Prince Saturne and Venus this yeere in coniunction what saies th'Almanacke to that Poyns And look whether the fierie Trigon his man be not lisping to his master old tables his note booke his counsel keeper Falst. Thou dost giue me â—lattering busses Dol By my troth I kisse thee with a most constant heart Falst. I am old I am old Dol. I loue thee better then I loue ere a scuruy yong boy of them all Fal. What stuffe wilt haue a kirtle of I shall receiue mony a thursday shalt haue a cap to morrow a merry song come it growes late wee le to bed thouâ—t forget me when I am gone Dol By my troth thou 't set me a weeping and thou saist so proue that euer I dresse my selfe handsome til thy returne wel hearken a th end Fal. Some sacke Francis Prince Poynes Anon anon sir. Falst. Ha a bastard sonne of the Kings and arte not thou Poynes his brother Prince Why thou globe of sinfull continents what a life dost thou leade Falst. A better then thou I am a gentleman thou art a drawer Prince Very true sir and I come to drawe you out by the eares Host. O the Lord preserue thy grace by my troth welcom to London now the Lord blesse that sweete face of thine O Iesu are you come from Wales Falst. Thou horson madde compound of maiestie by this light flesh and corrupt bloud thou art welcome Doll How you fat foole I scorne you Poynes My lorde he will driue you out of your reuenge and turne all to a meriment if you take not the heate Prince You horson candlemine you how vildly did you speake of me now before this honest vertuous ciuill gentlewoman Host. Gods blessing of your good heart and so she is by my troth Falst. Didst thou heare me Prince Yea and you knew me as you did when you ranne away by Gadshil you knew I was at your backe and spoke it on purpose to trie my patience Falst. No no no not so I did not thinke thou wast within hearing Prince I shall driue you then to confesse the wilfull abuse and then I know how to handle you Falst. No abuse Hall a mine honour no abuse Prince Not to dispraise me and cal me pantler and bread-chipper and I know not what Fal. No abuse Hall Poynes No abuse Falst No abuse Ned i' th worlde honest Ned none I dispraisde him before the wicked that the wicked might not fall in loue with thee in which doing I haue done the part of a carefull fâ—iend and a true subiect and thy father is to giue me thankes for it no abuse Hall none Ned none no faith boyes none Prince See now whether pure feare and intire cowardize doth not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to close with vs is she of the wicked is thine hostesse here of the wicked or is thy boy of the wicked or honest Bardolfe whose zeal burnes in his nose of the wicked Poynes Answer thou dead elme answer Falst. The fiend hath prickt down Bardolfe irrecouerable and his face is Lucifers priuy kitchin where he doth nothing but rost mault-worms for the boy there is a good angel about him but the diuel blinds him too Prince For the weomen Falst. For one of them shee s in hell already and burnes poore soules for th' other I owe her mony and whether she be damnd for that I know not Host. No I warrant you Falst. No I thinke thou art not I thinke thou art quit for that mary there is another inditement vpon thee for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house contrary to the law for the which I thinke thou wilt howle Host. Al vitlars do so what 's a ioynt of mutton or twoo in a whole Lent Prince You gentlewoman Dol What saies your grace Fal. His grace saies that which his flesh rebels against Peyto knockes at doore Host. Who knockes so lowd at doore looke too'th doore there Francis Prince Peyto how now what newes Peyto The King your father is at Westminster And there are twenty weake and wearied postes Come from the North and as I came along I met and ouertooke a dozen captaines Bareheaded sweating knocking at the Tauernes And asking euery one for sir Iohn Falstaffe Prince By heauen Poines I feele me much too blame So idely to prophane the precious time When tempest of commotion like the south Borne with blacke vapour doth begin to melt And drop vpon our bare vnarmed heads Giue me my sword and cloke Falstaffe good night exeunt Prince and Poynes Fal. Now coms in the sweetest morsell of the night we must hence and leaue it vnpickt more knocking at the doore how now what 's the matter Bar. You must away to court sir presently A dozen captaines stay at doore for you Fal. Pay the musitions sirra farewel hostesse farewel Dol you see my good wenches how men of merrite are sought after the vndeseruer may sleepe when the man of action is cald on farewell good wenches if I be not sent away poste I will see you againe ere I goe Doll I cannot speake if my hart be not ready to burst wel sweete Iacke haue a care of thy selfe Fal. Farewell farewell Host. Wel fare thee wel I haue knowne thee these twentie nine yeeres come pease-cod time but an honester and truer hearted man wel fare thee wel Bard. Mistris Tere-sheete Host.
What 's the matter Bard. Bid mistris Tere-sheete come to my maister Host. O runne Doll runne runne good Doll come shee comes blubberd yea wil you come Doll exeunt Enter Iustice Shallow and Iustice Silens Sha. Come on come on come on giue me your hand sir giue me your hand sir an early stirrer by the Roode and how doth my good coosin Silence Si. Good morrow good coosine Shallow Sha. And how doth my coosin your bedfellow and your fairest daughter and mine my god-daughter Ellen Si. Alas a blacke woosel coosin Shallow Sha. By yea and no sir I dare say my coosin William is become a good scholler he is at Oxford stil is he not Si. Indeede sir to my cost Sha. A must then to the Innes a court shortly I was once of Clements Inne where I thinke they wil talke of mad Shallow yet Si. You were calld Lusty Shallow then coosin Sha. By the masse I was calld any thing and I would haue done any thing indeede too and roundly too there was I and little Iohn Doyt of Staffordshire and blacke George Barnes and Francis Pickebone and Will Squele a Cotsole man you had not foure such swinge bucklers in all the Innes a court againe and I may say to you wee knewe where the bona robes were and had the best of them all at commaundement then was Iacke Falstaffe now sir Iohn a boy and page to Thomas Mowbray duke of Norffolke Si. This sir Iohn coosin that comes hither anone about souldiers Sha. The same sir Iohn the very same I see him breake Skoggins head at the Court gate when a was a Cracke not thus high and the very same day did I fight with one Samson Stockefish a Fruiterer behinde Greyes Inne Iesu Iesu the mad dayes that I haue spent and to see how many of my olde acquaintance are dead Si. We shal all follow coosin Sha. Certaine t is certaine very sure very sure death as the Psalmist saith is certaine to all all shall die How a good yoke of bullockes at Samforth faire Si. By my troth I was not there Sha. Death is certaine Is old Dooble of your towne liuing yet Si. Dead sir. Sha. Iesu Iesu dead a drew a good bow and dead a shot a fine shoote Iohn a Gaunt loued him well and betted much money on his head Dead a woulde haue clapt i th clowt at twelue score and carried you a forehand shaft a fourteene and foureteene and a halfe that it would haue doone a mans heart good to see How a score of Ewes now Si. Thereafter as they bee a score of good ewes may bee worth ten pounds Sha. And is olde Dooble dead Si. Here come two of sir Iohn Falstaffes men as I thinke Enter Bardolfe and one with him Good morrow honest gentlemen Bardolfe I beseech you which is iustice Shallow Sha I am Robart Shallowe sir a poore Esquier of this Countie and one of the Kings iustices of the peace what is your good pleasure with me Bard My Captaine sir commends him to you my Captain sir Iohn Falstaffe a tall gentleman by heauen and a most gallant Leader Sha He greetes me wel sir I knew him a good backsword man how doth the good Knight may I aske how my Ladie his wife doth Bar. Sir pardon a souldiour is better accommodate theâ— with a wife Shal. It is well said infaith sir and it is well said indeed too better accomodated it is good yea indeede is it good phrases are surely and euer were very commendable accommodated it comes of accommodo very good a good phrase Bar. Pardon sir I haue heard the word Phrase call you it by this daye I knowe not the phrase but I will maintaine the word with my sword to be a souldierlike word and a word of exceeding good command by heauen accommodated that is when a man is as they say accommodated or when a man is being whereby a may be thought to be accommodated which is an excellent thing Enter Falstaffe Iust. It is very iust look here comes good sir Iohn giue me your good hand giue me your worshippes good hand by my troth you like well and beare your yeeres very well welcome good sir Iohn Falst. I am glad to see you well good master Robert Shallow master Soccard as I thinke Shal. No sir Iohn it is my cosen Scilens in commssion with me Falst. Good master Scilens it well befits you should be of the peace Scil. Your good worship is welcome Fal. Fie this is hot weather gentlemen haue you prouided me here halfe a dozen sufficient men Shal. Mary haue we sir wil you sit Fal. Let me see them I beseech you Shal. Where 's the roule where 's the roule where 's the roule let me see let me see let me see so so so so so so so yea mary sir Rafe Mouldy let them appeare as I cal let them do so let them do so let me see where is Mouldy Mouldy Here and 't please you Shal. What think you sir Iohn a good limbde felow yong strong and of good friends Fal. Is thy name Mouldie Moul. Yea and 't please you Fal. T is the more time thou wert vsde Shal. Ha ha ha most excellent yfaith things that are mouldy lacke vse very singular good infaith well said sir Iohn very well said Iohn prickes him Moul. I was prickt wel enough before and you could haue let me alone my old dame will be vndone now for one to doe her husbandrie and her drudgery you need not to haue prickt me there are other men fitter to go out then I. Fal. Go to peace Mouldy you shall go Mouldy it is time you were spent Moul. Spent Shal. Peace fellow peace stand aside know you where you are for th' other sir Iohn let me see Simon Shadow Fal. Yea mary let me haue him to sit vnder hee s like to be a cold soldiour Shal. Where 's Shadow Shad. Here sir. Fal. Shadow whose sonne art thou Shad. My mothers sonne sir. Fal. Thy mothers sonneâ— like enough and thy fathers shadow so the sonne of the female is the shadow of the male it is often so indeede but much of the fathers substance Shal. Do you like him sir Iohn Fal. Shadow wil serue for summer pricke him for we haue a number of shadowes fill vp the muster booke Shal. Thomas Wart Fal. Where 's he Wart Here sir. Fal. Is thy name Wart Wart Yea sir. Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart Shal. Shall I pricke him sir Iohn Fal. It were superfluous for apparell is built vpon his back and the whole frame stands vpon pins pâ—icke him no more Shal. Ha ha ha you can do it sir you can do it I commend you well Francis Feeble Feeble Here sir. Shal. What trade art thou Feeble Feeble A womans tailer sir. Shal. Shall I pricke him sir Fâ—l You may but if he had bin a mans tailer hee 'd a prickt you wilt thou make as manie holes in an enemies battaile as
be to forsweare thinpotations and to addict themselues to sacke How now Bardolfe Enter Barâ—olfe Bar. The army is disâ—harged all and gone Fal. Let them goe I le through Glostershire and there will I visit M. Robert Shallow Esquire I haue him already tempring betweene my finger and my thumb and shortly will I seale with him come away Enter the King Warwike Kent Thomas duke of Clarence Humphrey of Gloucester King Now lords if God doth giue successefull end To this debate that bleedeth at our doores We will our youth leade on to higher fields And draw no swords but what are sanctified Our nauie is addrest our power collected Our substitutes in absence wel inuested And euery thing lies leuell to our wish Only we want a little personal strength And pawse vs til these rebels now afoote Come vnderneath the yoke of gouernment War Both which we doubt not but your maiesty Shal soone enioy King Humphrey my sonne of Gloster where is the prince your brother Glo. I thinke hee s gone to hunt my lord at Winsor King And how accompanied Glo. I do not know my lord King Is not his brother Thomas of Clarence with him Glo. No my good lord he is in presence here Clar. What would my lord and father Kin Nothing but well to thee Thomas of Clarence How chance thou art not with the prince thy brother He loues thee and thou dost neglect him Thomas Thou hast a better place in his affection Then all thy brothers cherrish it my boy And noble offices thou maist effect Of mediation after I am dead Betweene his greatnesse and thy other brethren Therefore omit him not blunt not his loue Nor loose the good aduantage of his grace By seeming cold or carelesse of his will For he is gracious if he be obseru'de He hath a teare for pittie and a hand Open as day for meeting charitie Yet notwithstanding being incenst he is flint As humorous as winter and as sodaine As flawes congealed in the spring of day His temper therefore must be well obseru'd Chide him for faults and do it reuerently When you perceiue his bloud inclind to mirth But being moody giue him time and scope Till that his passions like a whale on ground Confound themselues with working learne this Thomas And thou shalt proue a shâ—lter to thy friends A hoope of gold to binde thy brothers in That the vnited vessell of their bloud Mingled with venome of suggestion As force perforce the age will powre it in Shall neuer leake though it doe worke as strong As Aconitum or rash gunpowder Cla. I shall obserue him with all care and loue King Why art thou not at Winsore with him Thomas Tho. He iâ— not there to day he dines in London King And how accompanied Tho. With Poâ—nes and other his continuall followers King Most subiect is the fattest soyle to weeds And he the noble image of my youth Is ouerspread with them therefore my griefe Stretches it selfe beyond the howre of death The bloud weepes from my heart when I do shape In formes imaginary th'unguyded daies And rotten times that you shall looke vpon When I am sleeping with my auncestors For when his head-strong riot hath no curbe VVhen rage and hot bloud are his counsellors VVhen meanes and lauish manners meete together Oh with what wings shal his affections she Towards fronting peril and opposde decay War My gracious Lord you looke beyond him quite The prince but studies his companions Like a strange tongue wherein to gaine the language T is needfull that the most immodest word Be lookt vpon and learnt which once attaind Your highnesse knowes comes to no further vse But to be knowne and hated so like grosse termes The prince will in the perfectnesse of time Cast off his followers and their memory Shall as a pattern or a measure liue By which his grace must mete the liues of other Turning past-euils to aduantages King T is seldome when the bee doth leaue her comb In the dead carion whoâ—s here Westmerland Enter Westmerland West Health to my soueraigne and new happinesse Added to that that I am to deliuer Prince Iohn your sonne doth kisse your graces hand Mowbray the Bishop Scroope Pastings and al Are brought to the correction of your law There is not now a rebels sword vnsheathd But Peace puts forth her oliue euery where The manner how this action hath bin borne Here at more leisure may your highnesse reade With euery course in his particular King O Westmerland thou art a summer bird VVhich euer in the haunch of winter sings The lifting up of day looke here 's more newes enter Harcoâ— Harâ— From enemies heauens keep your maiesty And when they stand against you may they fall As those that I am come to tell you of The Earle Northumberland and the Lord Bardolfe With a great power of English and of Scots Are by the shrieue of Yorkshire ouerthrowne The manner and true order of the fight This packet please it you containes at large Ki. And wherfore should these good news make me sicke Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full But wet her faire words stil in foulest termes She either giues a stomach and no foode Such are the poore in health or else a feast And takes away the stomach such are the rich That haue aboundance and enioy it not I should reioyce now at this happy newes Aud now my sight failes and my braine is giddy O me come neare me now I am much ill Hum. Comfort your maiesty Clar. O my royall father West My soueraigne Lord cheere vp your selfe look vp War Be patient princes you do know these fits Are with his highnesse very ordinary Stand from him giue him ayre hee l straight be wel Clar. No no he cannot long hold out these pangs Thâ—incessant care and labour of his mind Hath wrought the Mure that should confine it in So thin that life lookes through Hum. The people feare me for they do obserue Vnfather'd heires and lothly births of nature The seasons change their manners as the yeere Had found some moneths a sleepe and leapt them ouer Clar. The riuer hath thrice flowed no ebbe between And the old folk Times doting chronicles Say it did so a little time before That our great grandsire Edward sickt and died War Speake lower princes for the King recouers Hum. This apoplexi wil certaine be his end King I pray you take me vp and beare me hence Into some other chamber Let there be no noyse made my gentle friends Vnlesse some dull and fauourable hand Will whisper musique to my weary spirite War Call for the musique in the other roome King Set me the crowne vpon my pillow here Clar. His eie is hollow and he changes much War Lesse noyse lesse noyse Enter Harry Prince Who saw the duke of Clarence Clar. I am here brother ful of heauinesse Prince How now raine within doores and none abroad How doth the King Hum. Exceeding ill Prince
THE Second part of Henrie the fourth continuing to his death and coronation of Henrie the fift With the humours of sir Iohn Falstaffe and swaggering Pistoll As it hath been sundrie times publikely acted by the right honourable the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants Written by William Shakespeare LONDON Printed by V. S. for Andrew Wise and William Aspley 1600. The second part of Henry the fourth continuing to his death and coronation of Henry the fift Enter Rumour painted full of Tongues OPen your eares for which of you wi'l stop The vent of hearing when lowd Rumor speaks I from the Orient to the drooping West Making the wind my poste-horse still vnfold The acts commenced on this ball of earth Vpon my tongues continuall slanders ride The which in euery language I pronounce Stuffing the eares of men with false reports I speake of peace while couert enmity â—nder the smile of safety woundes the world And who but Rumor who but onely I Make fearefull musters and prepar'd defence Whiles the bigge yeare swolne with some other griefe Is thought with child by the sterne tyrant Warre And no such matter Rumour is a pipe Blowne by surmizes Ieolousies coniectures And of so easie and so plaine a stop That the blunt monster with vncounted heads The still discordant wau'ring multitude Can play vpon it But what need I thus My wel knowne body to anothomize Among my houshold why is Rumor here I runne before King Harries victorie Who in a bloudy field by Shrewsbury Hath beaten downe yong Hot-spurre and his troopes Quenching the flame of bold rebellion Euen with the rebels bloud Put what meane I To speake so true at first my office is To noyse abroad that Harry Monmouth fell Vnder the wrath of noble Hot-spurs sword And that the King before the Douglas rage Stoopâ— his annointed head as low as death This haue I rumour'd through the peasant townes Betweene that royall field of Shrewsbury And this worme-eaten hole of ragged stone When Hot-spurs father old Northumberland Lies crafty sicke the postes come trying on And not a man of them brings other newes Than they haue learnt of me from Rumors tongues They bring smooth comforts false worse then true wrongs exit Rumours Enter the Lord Bardolfe at one doore Bard. Who keepes the gate here ho where is the Earle Porter What shall I say you are Bard. Tell thou the Earle That the Lord Bardolfe doth attend him heere Porter His Lordship is walkt forth into the orchard Please it your honor knocke but at the gate And he himselfe will answer Enter the Earle Northumberland Bard. Here comes the Earle Earle What newes Lord Bardolfe euery minute now Should be the father of some Stratagem The times are wild contention like a horse Full of high feeding madly hath broke loofe And beares downe all before him Bard. Noble Earle I bring you certaine newes from Shrewsbury Earle Good and God will Bard. As good as heart can wish The King is almost wounded to the death And in the fortune of my Lord your sonne Prince Harry slaine outright and both the Blunts Kild by the hand of Dowglas yong prince Iohn And Westmerland and Stafford fled the field And Harry Monmouthes brawne the hulke sir Iohn Is prisoner to your sonne O such a day So fought so followed and so fairely wonne Came not till now to dignifie the times Since Caesars fortunes Earle How is this deriu'd Saw you the field came you from Shrewsbury Bar. I spake with one my lord that came from thence enter Trauers A gentleman well bred and of good name That freely rendred me these newes for true Earle Here comes my seruant Trauers who I sent On tuesday last to listen after newes Bar. My lord I ouer-rode him on the way And he is furnisht with no certainties More then he haply may retale from me Earle Now Traâ—ers what good tidings comes with youâ— Trauers My lord sir Iohn Vmfreuile turnd me backe With ioyfull tidings and being better horst Out rode me after him came spurring hard A gentleman almost forespent with speede That stopt by me to breathe his bloudied horse He askt the way to Chester and of him I did demand what newes from Shrewsbury He told me that rebellion had bad lucke And that yong Harrie Percies spur was cold With that he gaue his able horse the head And bending forward strooke his armed heeles Against the panting sides of his poore iade Vp to the rowell head and starting so He seem'd in running to deuoure the way Staying no longer question Earle Haâ— againe Said he yong Harry Percies spur was cold Of Hot-spurre Cold-spurre that rebellion Had met ill lucke Bard. My lord I le tell you what If my yong Lord your sonne haue not the day Vpon mine honor for a silken point I le giue my Barony neuer talke of it Earle Why should that gentleman that rode by Trauers Giue then such instances of losse Bard. Who he He was some hilding fellow that had stolne The horse he rode on and vpon my life Spoke at a venter Looke here comes more news enter Morton Earle Yea this mans brow like to a title leafe Foretells the nature of a tragicke volume So lookes the strond whereon the imperious floud Hath left a witnest vsurpation Say Mourton didst thou come from Shrewsbury Mour. I ranne from Shrewsbury my noble lord Where hatefull death put on his vgliest maske To fright our partie Earle How doth my sonne and brother Thou tremblest and the whitenes in thy cheeke Is apter then thy tongue to tell thy arrand Euen such a man so faint so spirritlesse So dull so dead in looke so woe begon Drew Priams curtaine in the dead of night And would haue told him halfe his Troy was burnt But Priam found the fier ere he his tongue And I my Percies death ere thou reportst it This thou wouldst say Your son did thus and thus Your brother thus so fought the noble Dowglas Stopping my greedy eare with their bold deedes But in the end tâ— stop my eare indeed Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise Ending with brother sonne and all are dead Mour. Douglas is liuing and your brother yet But for my Lord your sonne Earle Why he is dead See what a ready tongue Suspition hath He that but feares the thing hee would not know Hath by instinct knowledge from others eies That what he feard is chanced yet speake Mourton Tell thou an Earle his diuination lies And I will take it as a sweete disgrace And make thee rich for doing me such wrong Mour. You are too great to be by me gainsaid Your spirite is too true your feares too certaine Earle Yet for all this say not that Percie 's dead I see a strange confession in thine eie Thou shakst thy head and holdst it feare or sinne To speake a truth if he be slaine The tongne offends not that reports his death And he doth sinne that doth belie the dead Not he
for the which I do arest thee traitor of high treason And you lord Archbishop and you lord Mowbray Of capitall treason I attach you both Mowbray Is this proceeding iust and honorable West Is your assembly so Bishop will you thus breake your faith Prince I pawnde thee none I promist you redresse of these same grieuances Whereof you did complaine which by mine honour I will performe with a most christian care But for you rebels looke to taste the due Meete for rebellion Most shallowly did you these armes commence Fondly brought heere and foolishly sent hence Strike vp our drummes pursue the scattred stray God and not we hath safely fought to day Some guard this traitour to the blocke of death Treasons true bed and yeelder vp of breath Alarum Enter Falstaffe excursions Fal. what 's your name sir of what condition are you and of what place Cole I am a Knight sir and my name is Coleuile of the Dale Fal. well then Colleuile is your name a Knight is your degree and your place the dale Coleuile shal be still your name a traitor your degree the dungeon your place a place deep enough so shall you be stil Colleuile of the Dale Colle Are not you sir Iohn Falstaffe Fal. As good a man as he sir who ere I am doe ye yeelde sir or shall I sweat for you if I doe sweate they are the drops of thy louers and they weepe for thy death therefore rowze vp feare and trembling and do obseruance to my mercie Colle I think you are sir Iohn Falstaffe and in that thoght yeelde me Fal. I haue a whole schoole of tongs in this belly of mine and not a tongue of them all speakes any other word but my name and I had but a belly of any indifferencie I were simply the most actiue fellow in Europe my womb my wombe my womb vndoes me heere comes our Generall Enter Iohn Westmerland and the rest Retraite 〈◊〉 The heate is past follow no further now Call in the powers good coosin Westmerland Now Falstaffe where haue you beene all this while VVhen euery thing is ended then you come These tardy trickes of yours wil on my life One time or other breake some gallowes backe Fal. I would bee sory my lord but it shoulde bee thus I neuer knew yet but Rebuke and Checke was the rewarde of Valor do you thinke me a swallow an arrow or a bullet haue I in my poore and old motion the expedition of thought I haue speeded hither with the very extreamest inch of possibility I haue foundred ninescore and od postes and here trauell tainted as I am haue in my pure and immaculate valour taken sir Iohn Colleuile of the Dale a 〈◊〉 fâ—rious Knight and valorous enemy but what of that 〈…〉 â—nd yeelded that I may iustly say with the hoâ—â—◠〈…〉 there cosin I came saw and ouercame Iohn It was more of his curtesie then your deseruing Falst. ' I know not here he is and here I yeeld him and I beseech your grace let it be bookte with the rest of this daies deedes or by the Lord I wil haue it in a particular ballad else with mine owne picture on the top on 't Coleuile kissing my foote to the which course if I bee enforst if you doe not all shew like guilt twoo pences to mee and I in the cleere skie of Fame ore-shine you as much as the full moone doth the cindars of the element which shew like pinnes heads to her beleeue not the worde of the noble therefore let me haue right and let Desert mount Prince Thine's too heauy to mount Falst. Let it shine then Prince Thines too thicke to shine Falst. Let it do some thing my good lord that may doe me good and call it what you will Prince Is thy name Colleuile Col. It is my Lord. Prince A famous rebell art thou Colleuile Falst. And a famous true subiect tooke him Col. I am my lord but as my betters are That led me hither had they bin rulde by me You should haue wonne them deerer then you haue Fal. I know not how they sold themselues but thou like a kind fellow gauest thy selfe away gratis and I thanke thee for thee enter Westmerland Prince Now haue you left pursuit West Retraite is made and execution stayd Prince Send Colleuile with his confederates To Yorke to present execution Blunt leade him hence and see you guard him sure And now dispatch we toward the court my lordes I heare the King my father is sore sick Our newes shall go before vs to his maiestie Which cosin you shall beare to comfort him And we with sober speede will follow you Falst. My Lord I beseech you giue me leaue to go through Glostershire and when you come to court stand my good lord in your good report Prince Fare you wel Falstaffe I in my condition shal better speake of you then you deserue Fal. I would you had the wit t were better than your dukedome good saith this same yong sober blouded â—oy doth not loue me nor a maÌ„ caÌ„not make him laugh but that 's no maruel he drinkes no wine there 's neuer none of these demure boyes come to any proofe for 〈◊〉 drinke doth so euer-coole theyr blood and making many 〈…〉 that they fall into a kind of male greene sicknes and then when they marry they geue wenches they are generally fooles and cowards which some of vs should be too but for inflammation a good 〈◊〉 â—acke hath a two fold operation in it it ascendes mee into the braine dries me there all the foolish and dull and â—rudy vapors which enuirone it makes it apprehâ—nsiue quicke forgâ—â—â—â— full of nimble fiery and delectable shapes which deliuered ore to the voyce the tongue which is the birth becomes excellent wit The second property of your excellent sherâ—â—s is the warming of the blood which before cold setled leâ—t the lyuer white pale which is the badge of puâ—ilanimitie and cowardize but the sherris warmes it and makes it course from the inwards to the partes extreames it illumineth the face which as a beakon giues warning to al the rest of this little kingdom man to anne and then the vitall commoners and inland petty spirits muster me all to their captaine the heart who great and pufft vp with this retinew doth any deed of courage and this valour comes of sherris so that skill in the weapon is nothing without sacke for that sets it aworke and learning a meere whoord of gold kept by a diuell till sacke commences it and sets it in act and vse Hereof comes it that Prince Harry is valiant for the cold blood he did naturally inherite of his father he hath like leane steriâ—e and bare land manured husbanded and tilld with excellent endeuour of drinking good and good store of fertile sherris that he is become very hote and valiant If I had a thousand sonnes the first humane principle I would teach them should
Heard he the good newes yet tell it him Hum. He altred much vpon the hearing it Prince If he be sicke with ioy hee le recouer without phisicke War Not so much noyse my Lords sweete prince speake lowe the King your father is disposde to sleepe Cla. Let vs withdraw into the other roome War Wilt please your Grace to go along with vs Prince No I wil sit and watch heere by the King Why doth the Crowne he there vpon his pillow Being so troublesome a bedfellow O polisht perturbation golden care That keepst the ports of Slumber open wide To many a watchfull night sleepe with it now Yet not so sound and halfe so deeply sweete As he whose brow with homely biggen bound Snores out the watch of night O maiestie When thou dost pinch thy bearer thou dost sit Like a rich armour worne in heate of day That scaldst with safty by his gates of breath There lies a dowlny feather which stirs not Did he suspire that light and weightlesse dowlne Perforce must moue my gracious lord my father This sleepe is sound indeede this is a sleepe That from this golden Rigoll hath diuorst So many English Kings thy deaw from me Is teares and heauy sorowes of the blood Which nature loue and filiall tendernesse Shall O deare father pay thee plenteously My due from thee is this imperiall Crowne Which as immediate from thy place and blood Deriues it selfe to me loe where it sits Which God shal guard and put the worlds whole strength Into one giant arme it shal not force This lineal honor from me this from thee Will I to mine leaue as t is left to me exit Enter Warwicke Gloucester Clarence King Warwicke Gloucester Clarence Clar. Doth the King cal War What would your Maiestie King Why did you leaue me here alone my lords Cla. We left the prince my brother here my liege who vndertooke to sit and watch by you King The prince of Wales where is he let me see him he is not here War This doore is open he is gone this way Hum. He came not through the chamber where we staide King Where is the Crowne who took it from my pillow War When we withdrew my liege we left it here King The Prince hath tane it hence go seeke him out Is he so hastie that he doth suppose my sleepe my death Finde him my lord of Warwicke chide him hither This part of his conioynes with my disease And helps to end me see sonnes what things you are How quickly nature falls into reuolt When gold becomes her obiect For this the foolish ouer-carefull fathers Haue broke their sleepe with thoughts Their braines with care their bones with industry For this they haue ingrossed and pilld vp The cankred heapes of strange atcheeued gold For this they haue beene thoughtfull to inuest Their sonnes with arts and martiall exercises When like the bee toling from euery flower Our thigh packt with waxe our mouthes with hony We bring it to the hiue and like the bees Are murdred for our paines this bitter taste Yeelds his engrossements to the ending father Now where is he that will not stay so long Till his friend sicknesse hands determind me Enter Warwickâ— War My Lord I found the prince in the next roome Washing with kindly teares his gentle cheekes VVith such a deepe demeanour in great sorrow That tyranny which neuer quaft but bloud VVould by beholding him haue washt his knife VVith gentle eie-drops hee is comming hither Enter Harry King But wherefore did he take away the crowne Eâ—ewhere he comes come hither to me Harry Depart the chamber leaue vs here alone exeunt Harry I neuer thought to heare you speake againe King Thy wish was father Harry to that thought I stay too long by thee I weary thee Dost thou so hunger for mine emptie chaire That thou wilt needes inuest thee with my honors Before thy howre be ripe O foolish youth Thou seekst the greatnesse that will ouerwhelme thee Stay but a little for my clowd of dignity Is held from falling with so weake a wind That it will quickly drop my day is dim Thou hast stolne that which after some few houres VVere thine without offence and at my death Thou hast seald vp my expectation Thy life did manifest thou lou'dst me not And thou wilt haue me die assurde of it Thou hidst a thousand daggers in thy thoughts VVhom thou hast whetted on thy stony heart To stab at halfe an hower of my life VVhat canst thou not forbeare me halfe an hower Then get thee gone and digge my graue thy selfe And bid the mery bells ring to thine eare That thou art crowned not that I am dead Let all the teares that should bedew my hearse Be drops of Balme to sanctifie thy head Only compouud me with forgotten dust Giue that which gaue thee life vnto the wormes Plucke downe my officers breake my decrees For now a time is come to mocke at Forme Harry the fift is crownd vp vanitie Downe royall state all you sage counsailers hence And to the English Court assemble now From euery region apes of idlenesse Now neighbour confines purge you of your scumme Haue you a ruffin that will sweare drinke daunce Reuell the night rob murder and commit The oldest sinnes the newest kind of waies Be happy he will trouble you no more England shal double gild his trebble gilt England shall giue him office honour might For the fift Harry from curbd licence plucks The mussel of restraint and the wild dogge Shal flesh his tooth on euery innocent O my poore kingdome sicke with ciuill blowes VVhen that my care could not withhold thy riots VVhat wilt thou do when riot is thy care O thou wilt be a wildernesse againe Peopled with woolues thy old inhabitants Prince O pardon me my liege but for my teares The moist impediments vnto my speech I had forestald this deere and deep rebuke Ere you with griefe had spoke and I had heard The course of it so far there is your crowne And he that weares the crowne immortally Long gard it yours if I affect it more Then as your honour and as your renowne Let me no more from this obedience rise VVhich my most inward true and duteous spirit Teacheth this prostrate and exterior bending God witnesse with me When I here came in And found no course of breath within your maiesty How cold it strooke my heart if I do faine O let me in my present wildnesse die And neuer liue to shew th'incredulous world The noble change that I haue purposed Comming to looke on you thinking you dead And dead almost my liege to thinke you were I spake vnto this crowne as hauing fence And thus vpbraided it the care on thee depending Hath fed vpon the body of my father Therefore thou best of gold art worse then gold Other lesse fine in karrat more precious Preseruing life in medcine potable But thou most fine most honourd most renown'd Hast eate