ACT. II. SCENE I. Enter a Carrier with a Lanthorn in his hand 1. Car. HEigh ho an 't be not four by the day I 'll be hang'd Charles wain is over the new Chimney and yet our Horse not pack't What Ostler Ost Anon anon 1. Car. I prethee Tom beat Cuts Saddle put a few Flocks in the point The poor Jade is wrung in the Withers out of all cess Enter another Carrier 2. Car. Pease and Beans are as dank here as a Dog and this is the next way to give poor Jades the Bots This House is turn'd upside down since Robin the Ostler died 1. Car. Poor fellow never joy'd since the price of Oats rose it was the death of him 2. Car. I think this House is the most Villanous House in all London road for Fleas I am stung like a Tench 1. Car. Like a Tench There 's ne're a King in Christendom could be better bit than I have been since the first Cock 2. Car. Why you will allow us ne're a Jourden and then we leak in your Chimney And your Chamber-lye breeds Fleas like a Loach 1. Car. What Ostler come away and be hang'd come away 2. Car. I have Gammon of Bacon and two razes of Ginger to be deliver'd as far as Charing-Cross 1. Car. The Turkies in my Panniers are quite starv'd What Ostler a plague on thee hast thou never an eye in thy head canst not hear and 't were not as good a deed as drink to break the pate of thee I am a very Villain Come and be hang'd hast no faith in thee Enter Gads-hill Gad. Cood morrow Carriers What 's a Clock Car. I think it be two a Clock Gad. I prethee lend me thy Lanthorn to see my Gelding in the Stable 1. Car. Nay soft I pray ye I know a trick worth two of that Gad. I prethee lend me thine 2. Car. I when canst tell lend me thy Lanthorn quoth-a marry I 'll see the hang'd first Gad. Sirrah Carrier what time do you mean to come to London 2. Car. Time enough to go to bed with a Candle I warrant thee Come Neighbour Mugges we 'll call up the Gentlemen they will along with company for they have a great charge Exeunt Enter Chamberlain Gad. What ho Chamberlain Cham. At hand quoth Pick-purse Gad. 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 Cham. Good morrow Master Gads-hill 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 Gad. Sirrah if they meet not with S. Nicholas Clarks I 'll give thee this neck Cham. No I 'll none of it I prethee keep that for the Hangman for I know thou worship'st S. Nicholas as truely as a man of falshood may Gad. What talkest thou to me of the Hangman If I hang I 'll make a fat pair of Gollows For if I hang old Sir John hangs with me and thou know'st he is no Starveling I am joyn'd with no Foot-Land-Rakers no Long-staff six penny strikers such as will strike sooner than speak and speak sooner than drink and drink sooner than pray and yet I lye for they pray continually unto their Saint the Common-wealth or rather not to pray to her but prey on her for they ride up and down on her and make her their Boots Cham. What the Common-wealth their Boots Will she hold out water in foul way Gad. She will she will Justice hath liquor'd her We steal as in a Castle Cock-sure we have the receit of Fern seed we walk invisible Cham. Nay I think rather you are more beholding to the Night than the Fern-seed for your walking invisible Gad. Give me thy hand Thou shalt have a share in our purpose As I am a true man Cham. Nay rather let me have it as you are a false Thief Gad. Go to Homo is a common name to all men Bid the Ostler bring the Gelding out of the Stable Farewell ye muddy knave Exeunt SCENE II. Enter Prince Poyns and Peto Poyns Come shelter shelter I have remov'd Falstaff's-Horse and he frets like a gumm'd Velvet Prin. Stand close Enter Falstaff Fal. Poynes Poynes and be hang'd Poynes Prin. Peace ye fat kidney'd Rascal what a bawling dost thou keep Fal. What Poynes Hal Prin. He is walk'd up to the top of the Hill I 'll go seek him Fal. I am accurst to rob in that Thiefs Company that Rascal hath remov'd my Horse and tied him I know not where If I travel but four foot by the square further a-foot I shall break my wind Well I doubt not but to die a fair death for all this if I escape hanging for killing that Rogue I have forsworn his Company hourly any time this two and twenty year and yet I am bewitcht with the Rogues company If the Rascal have not given me Medicines to make me love him I 'll be hang'd it could not be else I have drunk Medicines Poynes Hall a Plague upon you both Bardolph Peto I 'll starve e're I rob a foot further And 't were not as good a deed as to drink to turn True man and to leave these Rogues I am the veriest Varlet that ever chewed with a Tooth Eight yards of uneven ground is threescore and ten miles a foot with me And the stony-hearted Villains know it well enough A plague upon 't when Thieves cannot be true one to another They whistle Whew a plague light upon you all Give me my Horse you Rogues give me my Horse and be hang'd Prin. Peace ye Fat-guts lie down lay thine ear close to the ground and list if thou can hear the tread of Travellers Fal. Have you any Leavers to lift me up again being down I 'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot again for all the Coyn in thy Fathers Exchequer What a plague mean ye to colt me thus Prin. Thou liest thou art not colted thou art uncolted Fal. I prethee good Prince Hal help me to my Horse good Kings Son Prin Out you Rogue shall I be your Ostler Fal. Go hang thy self in thy own heir-apparent Garters If I be ta'ne I 'll peach for this and I have not Ballads made on all and sung to filthy tunes let a Cup of Sack be my Poyson when a rest is so forward and a-foot too I hate it Enter Gads-hill Gad. Stand. Fal. So I do against my will Poyn O 't is our Setter I know his voice Bardolf what News Bar. Case ye case ye on with your Vizards there 's Money of the Kings coming down the Hill 't is going to the Kings Exchequer Fal. You lie you Rogue 't
Dials point Still ending at the arrival of an hour And if we live we live to tread on Kings If dye brave death when Princes dye with us Now for our Consciences the Arms is fair When the intent for bearing them is just Enter another Messenger Mes My Lord prepare the King comes on apace Hot. I thank him that he cuts me off from my tale For I profess not talking Only this Let each man do his best And here I draw my Sword Whose worthy temper I intend to stain With the best blood that I can meet withall In the Adventure of this perillous day Now Esperance Percy and set on Sound all the lofty Instruments of War And by that Musick let us all embrace For Heaven to Earth some of us never shall A second time do such a courtesie They embrace the Trumpets sound the King entreth with his Power alarm unto the Battel Then enter Dowglas and Sir Walter Blunt Blu. What is thy Name that in Battel thus thou crossest me What Honour doest thou seek upon my Head Dow. Know then my name is Dowglas And do haunt thee in the Battel thus Because some tell me that thou art a King Blunt They tell thee true Dow. The Lord of Stafford here to day hath bought Thy likeness for instead of thee King Harry This Sword hath ended him so shall it thee Unless thou yield thee as a Prisoner Blu. I was not born to yield thou haughty Scot And thou shalt find a King that will revenge Lord Stafford's death Fight Blunt is slain then enters Hotspur Hot. O Dowglas hadst thou sought at Holmedon thus I never had triumphed o're a Scot. Dow. All 's done all 's won here breathless lies the King Hot. Where Dow. Here. Hot. This Dowglas No I know this face full well A gallant Knight he was his name was Blunt Semblably furnish'd like the King himself Dow. Ah fool go with thy Soul whither it goes A borrowed Title hast thou bought too dear Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a King Hot. The King hath many marching in his Coats Dow. Now by my Sword I will kill all his Coats I 'll murther all his Wardrobe piece by piece Untill I meet the King Hot. Up and away Our Souldiers stand full fairly for the day Exeunt Alarm and enter Falstaff solus Fal. Though I could scape shot-free at London I fear the shot here here 's no scoring but upon the pate Soft who art thou Sir Walter Blunt there 's Honour for you here 's no Vanity I am as hot as moulten Lead and as heavy too Heaven keep Lead out of me I need no more weight than mine own Bowels I have led my Rag of Muffians where they are pepper'd There 's not three of 150 left alive and they for the Towns end to beg during Life But who comes here Enter Prince Prin. What stand'st thou idle here lend me thy Sword Many a Noble Man lies stark and stiff Under the hooves of vaunting Enemies Whose deaths are unreveng'd Prethee lend me thy Sword Fal. O Hal I prethee give me leave to breathe a while Turk Gregory never did such deeds in Arms as I have done this day I have pay'd Percy I have made him sure Prin. He is indeed and living to kill thee I prethee lend me thy Sword Falst Nay Hal if Percy be alive thou get'st not my Sword but take my Pistol if thou wilt Prin. Give it me What is it in the Case Fal. I Hal 't is hot There 's that will Sack a City The Prince draws out a Bottle of Sack Prin. What is it a time to jest and dally now Exit Throws it at him Falst If Percy be alive I 'll pierce him if he do come in my way so If he do not if I come in his willingly let him make a Carbonado of me I like not such grinning Honour as Sir Walter hath Give me life which if I can save so if not Honour comes unlook'd for and there 's an end Exit SCENE III. Enter Hotspur Hot. If I mistake not thou art Harry Monmouth Prin. Thou speakest as if I would deny my Name Hot. My Name is Harry Percy Prin. Why then I see a very valiant Rebel of that Name I am the Prince of Wales and think not Percy To share with me in glory any more Two Stars keep not their motion in one Sphere Nor can one England brook a double Reign Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales Hot. Nor shall it Harry for the Hour is come To end the one of us and would to Heaven Thy Name in Arms were now as great as mine Prin. I 'll make it greater e're I part from thee And all the budding Honours on thy Crest I 'll crop to make a Garland for my Head Hot. I can no longer brook thy Vanities Fight Enter Falstaff Fal. Well said Hal to it Hal. Nay you shall find no Boys play here I can tell you Enter Dowglas he fights with Falstaff who falls down as if he is dead The Prince killeth Percy Hot. Oh Harry thou hast rob'd me of my Youth I better brook the loss of bitter Life Than those proud Titles thou hast won of me They wound my Thoughts worse than the Sword my Flesh But thought 's the slave of Life and Life Time's Fool And Time that takes survey of all the World Must have a stop O I could Prophesie But that the Earth and the cold hand of death Lyes on my Tongue No Percy thou art dust And food for Prin. For Worms brave Percy Farewel great Heart Ill-weav'd Ambition how much art thou shrunk When that this Body did contain a Spirit A Kingdom for it was too small a bound But now two paces of the vilest Earth Is room enough This Earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a Gentleman Adieu and take thy Praise with thee to Heaven Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the Grave But not remembred in thy Epitaph What Old Acquaintance Could not all this flesh Keep in a little life Poor Jack farewel I could have better spar'd a better Man O I should have a heavy miss of thee If I were much in love with Vanity Death hath not stuck so fat a Dear to day Tho' many dearer in this bloody Fray Imbowell'd will I see thee by and by Till then in blood by Noble Percy lye Exit Falstaff riseth up Falst Imbowelled if thou imbowel me to day I 'll give you leave to powder me and eat me too to morrow 'T was time to counterfeit or that hot Termagant Scot had paid me Scot and Lot too Counterfeit I am no Counterfeit to dye is to be a Counterfeit for he is but the Counterfeit of a Man who hath not the Life of a Man But to counterfeit dying when a Man thereby liveth is to be no Counterfeit but the true and perfect Image of Life indeed The better part of Valour is Discretion in the which better part I have saved my Life I am afraid of this Gun-powder Percy though he be dead How if he should counterfeit too and rise I am afraid he would prove the better Counterfeit Therefore I 'll make him sure yea and I 'll swear I have kill'd him Why may not he rise as well as I Nothing confutes me but Eyes and no body sees me Therefore Sirrah with a new Wound in your thigh come you along with me Takes Hotspur on his back Enter Prince and John of Lancaster Prin. Come Brother John full bravely hast thou flesh'd thy Maiden Sword John But soft who have we here Did you not tell me this fat Man was dead Prin. I did I saw him dead Breathless and bleeding on the ground Art thou alive Or is it Fantasie that plays upon our Eye-sight I prethee speak we will not trust our Eyes Without our Ears Thou art not what thou seem'st Falst No that 's certain I am not a Double Man but if I am not Jack Falstaff then am I a Jack There is Percy if your Father will do me any Honour so if not let him kill the next Percy himself I look either to be Earl or Duke I can assure you Prin. Why Percy I kill'd my self and saw thee dead Fal. Did'st thou Lord Lord how the world is given to Lying I grant you I was down and out of Breath and so was he but we rose both at an instant and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury Clock if I may be believed so if not let them that should reward Valour bear the sin upon their own heads I 'll take 't on my death I gave him this wound in the Thigh if the man were alive and would deny it I would make him eat a piece of my Sword John This is the strangest tale that e're I heard Prin. This is the strangest Fellow Brother John Come bring your luggage nobly on your back For my part if a lye may do thee grace I 'll gild it with the happiest terms I have A Rereat is sounded The Trumpets sound Retreat the day is ours Come Brother let 's to the highest of the Field To see what Friends are living who are dead Exeunt Fal. I 'll follow as they say for Reward He that rewards me Heaven reward him If I do grow great again I 'll grow less for I 'll purge and leave Sack and live cleanly as a Noble man should do Exit SCENE IV. The Trumpets Sound Enter King Prince of Wales Lord John of Lancaster Earl of Westmerland with Worcester and Vernon Prisoners King Thus ever did Rebellion find Rebuke Ill-spirited Worcester did we not send Grace Pardon and terms of Love to all of you And would'st thou turn our Offers contrary Wor. What I have done my safety urg'd me to And I embrace this Fortune patiently Since not to be avoided it falls on me King Bear Worcester to death and Vernon too Other Offenders we will pause upon Exit Worcester and Vernon King Then this remains that we divide our Power You Son John and my Cousin Westmerland Towards York shall bend you with your dearest speed To meet Northumherland and the Prelate Scroop Who as we here are busily in Arms. My self and Son Harry will towards Wales To fight with Glendower and the Earl of March Rebellion in this Land shall lose his way Meeting the Check of such another day And since this business so far is done Let us not leave till all our own be won Exeunt FINIS
may salve The long-grown Wounds of my intemperature If not the end of Life cancels all Bands And I will dye a hundred thousand deaths E'er break the smallest parcel of this Vow King A hundred thousand Rebles die in this Thou shalt have Charge and Soveraign Trust herein Enter Blunt How now good Blunt thy looks are full of speed Blunt So hath the business that I come to speak of Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word That Dowglas and the English Rebels met The eleventh of this Month at Shrewsbury A mighty and a fearful Head they are If promises be kept on every hand As ever offered foul play in a State King The Earl of Westmerland set forth to day With him my Son Lord John of Lancaster For this Advertisement is five days old On Wednesday next Harry thou shalt set forward On Thursday we our selves will march Our meeting is Bridgenorth And Harry you shall march Through Glocester-shire By which account Our business valued some twelve days hence Our general Forces at Bridgenorth shall meet Our hands are full of business Let 's away Advantage feeds them fat while Men delay Exeunt SCENE III. Enter Falstaff and Bardolph Falst Bardolph am I not faln away vilely since this last action Do I not bate do I not dwindle Why my skin hangs about me like an old Ladies loose Gown I am withered like an old Apple John Well I 'll repent and that suddenly while I am in some liking I shall be out of Heart shortly and then I shall have no strength to repent And I have not forgotten what the in-side of a Church is made of I am a Pepper Corn a Brewers Horse The in-side of a Church Company villanous Company hath been the spoil of me Bard. Sir John you are so freful you cannot live long Falst Why there it is Come sing me a bawdy Song make me merry I was as virtuously given as a Gentleman need to be virtuous enough swore little Dic'd not above seven times a week went to a Bawdy-house not above once in a quarter of an hour paid money that I borrowed three or four times lived well and in good compass And now I live out of all order out of compass Bard. Why you are so fat Sir John that you must needs be out of all compass out of all reasonable compass Sir John Falst Do thou amend thy Face and I 'll amend my Life Thou art our Admiral thou bearest the Lantern in the Poop but 't is in the Nose of thee thou art the Knight of the burning Lamp Bard. Why Sir John my Face does you no harm Falst No I 'll be sworn I make as good use of it as many a Man doth of a Deaths-Head or a Memento Mori I never see thy Face but I think upon Hell Fire when thou rann'st up Gads-hill in the night to catch my Horse if I did not think thou hadst been an Ignis fatuus or a Ball of Wild-fire there 's no purchase in Money O thou art a perpetual Triumph an everlasting Bone-fire-light thou hast saved me a thousand Marks in Links and Torches walking with thee in the night betwixt Tavern and Tavern But the Sack that thou hast drunk me would have bought me light as good cheap at the dearest Chandlers in Europe I have maintain'd that Salamander of yours with fire any time this two and thirty years Heaven reward me for it Bard. I would my Face were in your belly Falst So should I be sure to be heart-burn'd Enter Hostess How now Dame Parlet the Hen have you enquir'd yet who pick'd my Pocket Hostess Why Sir John what do you think Sir John do you think I keep Thieves in my House I have search'd I have enquir'd so has my Husband Man by Man Boy by Boy Servant by Servant The tight of a Hair was never lost in my House before Falst Ye lye Hostess Bardolph was shav'd and lost many a Hair and I 'll be sworn my Pocket was pick'd go to you are a Woman go Hostess Who I I defie thee I was never so call'd so in mine own House before Falst Go to I know you well enough Hostess No Sir John You do not know me Sir John I know you Sir John You owe me Money Sir John and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it I bought you a dozen of Shirts to your back Falst Dowlas filthy Dowlas I have given them away to Bakers Wives and they have made Boulters of them Hostess Now as I am a true Woman Holland of eight shillings an Ill You owe Money here besides Sir John for your Diet and by-Drinkings and Money lent you four and twenty pounds Falst He had his part of it let him pay Hostess He alas he is poor he hath nothing Falst How poor look upon his face What call you rich Let him coyn his Nose let him coyn his Cheeks I 'll not pay a Denier What will you make a Yonker of me Shall I not take mine ease in mine Inn but I shall have my Pocket pick'd I have lost a Seal-Ring of my Grandfathers worth forty Mark Hostess I have heard the Prince tell him I know not how oft that that Ring was Copper Falst How the Prince is a Jack a Sneak-Cup and if he were here I would cudgel him like a Dog if he would say so Enter the Prince marching and Falstaff meets him playing on his Trunchion like a Fise Falst How now Lad is the wind in that Door Must we all march Bard. Yea two and two Newgate fashion Host My Lord I pray you hear me Prince What say'st thou Mistress Quickly How does thy Husband I love him well he is an honest Man Hostess Good my Lord hear me Falst Prethee let her alone and list to me Prince What say'st thou Jack Falst The other night I fell asleep here behind the Arras and had my Pocket pickt This House is turn'd Bawdy-house they pick Pockets Prince What didst thou lose Jack Falst Wilt thou believe me Hal Three or four Bonds of forty pound a piece and a Seal-Ring of my Grand-fathers Prince A trifle some eight-penny matter Host So I told him my Lord and I said I heard your Grace say so And my Lord he speaks most vilely of you like a foul-mouth'd Man as he is and said he would cudgel you Prince What he did not Host There 's neither Faith Truth nor Woman-hood in me else Fal. There 's no more faith in thee than in a stude Prune nor no more truth in thee than in a drawn Fox and for Woman-hood Maid-Marian may be the Deputies Wife of the Ward to thee Go you nothing go Host Say what thing what thing Falst What thing why a thing to thank Heaven on Host I am nothing to thank Heaven on I would thou shouldst know it I am an honest Man's Wife and setting thy Knighthood aside thou art a Knave to call me so Falst Setting thy Womanhood aside thou art a Beast to say
with his help We shall o'return it topsie-turvy down Yet all goes well yet all our joynts art whole Dowg As heart can think There is not such a word spoke of in Scotland As this Dream of Fear Enter Sir Richard Vernon Hotsp My Cousin Vernon welcome by my Soul Vern Pray God my News be worth a welcome Lord. The Earl of Westmerland seven thousand strong Is marching hither-wards with Prince John Hotsp No harm what more Vern And further I have learn'd The King himself in Person hath set forth Or hither-words intended speedily With strong and mighty Preparation Hotsp He shall be welcome too Where is his Son The nimble-footed Mad-cap Prince of Wales And his Comrades that daft the World aside And bid it pass Vern All furnisht all in Arms All plum'd like Estridges that with the Wind Baited like Eagles having lately bath'd Glittering in Golden Coats like Images As full of Spirit as the Month of May And gorgeous as the Sun at Mid-summer Wanton as youthful Goats wild as young Bulls I saw young Harry with his Beaver on His Cushes on his thighs gallantly arm'd Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury And vaulted with such ease into his Seat As if an Angel dropt down from the Clouds To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witcht the world with noble Horsemanship Hotsp No more no more Worse than the Sun in March This Praise doth nourish Agues let them come They come like Sacrifices in their trim And to the fire-ey'd Maid of smoaky War All hot and bleeding will we offer them The mailed Mars shall on his Altar sit Up to the ears in Blood I am on fire To here this rich Reprizal is so nigh And yet not ours Come let me take my Horse Who is to bear me like a Thunder-bolt Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales Harry to Harry shall not Horse to Horse Meet and ne're part till one drop down a Coarse Oh that Glendower were come Ver. There is more News I learn'd in Worcester as I rode along He cannot draw his Power this fourteen days Dowg That 's the worst Tidings that I hear of yet Wor. I by my faith that bears a frosty sound Hotsp What may the Kings whole Battel reach unto Ver To thirty thousand Hot. Forty let it be My Father and Glendower being both away The Power of us may serve so great a day Come let us take a Muster speedily Dooms-day is near die all die merrily Dowg Talk not of dying I am out of fear Of death or deaths hand for this one half year Exeunt omnes SCENE II. Enter Falstaff and Bardolph Falst Bardolph get thee before to Coventry fill me a Bottle of Sack our Souldiers shall march through we 'll to Sutton-cop-hill to Night Bard. Will you give me Money Captain Falst Lay out lay out Bard. This Bottle makes an Angel Falst And if it do take it for thy labour And if it make twenty take them all I 'll answer the Coynage Bid my Lieutenant Peto meet me at the Towns end Bard. I will Captain farewell Exit Falst If I be not asham'd of my Souldiers I am a sowc't Gurnet I have mis-us'd the Kings Press damnably I have got in exchange of a hundred and fifty Souldiers three hundred and odd pounds I press me none but good House-holders Yeomens Sons enquire me out contracted Batchelors such as had been ask'd twice on the Banes such a Commodity of warm Slaves as had as lieve hear the Devil as a Drum such as fear the report of a Caliver worse than a struck-Fool or a hurt Wild-Duck I prest me none but such Tostes and Butter with hearts in their Bellies no bigger than Pins heads and they have bought out their Services And now my whole Charge consists of Ancients Corporals Lieutenants Gentlemen of Companies Slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the painted Cloth where the Gluttons Dogs licked his Sores and such as indeed were never Souldiers but dis-carded unjust Servingmen younger Sons to younger Brothers Revolted Tapsters and Ostlers Tradefaln the Cankers of a calm World and long Peace ten times more dishonourable ragged than an old-fac'd Ancient and such have I to fill up the Rooms of them that have bought out their Services That you would think that I had a hundred and fifty tatter'd Prodigals lately come from Swine-keeping from eating Draff and Husks A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the Gibbets and prest the dead Bodies No eye hath seen such Skar-Crows I 'll not march through Coventry with them that 's flat Nay and the Villains march wide betwixt the Legs as if they had Gyves on for indeed I had the most of them out of Prison There 's not a Shirt and a half in all my Company and the half Shirt is two Napkins tack'd together and thrown over the Shoulders like a Heralds Coat without sleeves And the Shirt to say the truth stoln from my Host of S. Albans or the Red-Nose Inn-keeper of Dayntry But that 's all one they 'l find Linnen enough on every Hedge Enter the Prince and the Lord of Westmerland Prince How now blown Jack how now Quilt Falst What Hal How now mad Wag what a Devil do'st thou in Warwick-shire My good Lord of Westmerland I cry you mercy I thought your Honour had already been at Shrewsbury West 'Faith Sir John 't is more than time that I were there and you too But my Powers are there already The King I can tell you looks for us all we must away all to Night Falst Tut never fear me I am as vigilant as a Cat to steal Cream Prince I think to steal Cream indeed for thy theft hath already made thee Butter But tell me Jack whose Fellows are these that come after Falst Mine Hal mine Prince I did never see such pitiful Rascals Falst Tut tut good enough to toss food for Powder food for Powder they 'll fill a Pit as well as better tush Man mortal Men mortal Men. Westm I but Sir John methinks they are exceeding poor and bare too beggarly Fal. Faith for their poverty I know not where they had that and for their bareness I am sure they never learn'd that of me Prin. No I 'll be sworn unless you call three fingers on the Ribs bare But sirrah make haste Percy is already in the Field Falst What is the King encamp'd West He is John I fear we shall stay too long Falst Well to the latter end of a Fray and the beginning of a Feast fits a dull Fighter and a keen Guest Exeunt SCENE III. Enter Hotspur Worcester Dowglas and Vernon Hotsp We 'll fight with him to Night Worc. It may not be Dowg You give him then advantage Vern Not a whit Hot. Why say you so looks he not for Supply Vern So do we Hotsp His is certain Ours is doubtful Worc. Good Cousin be advis'd stir not to Night Vern Do not my Lord. Dowg You do
Cuckows Bird Useth the Sparrow did oppress our Nest Grew by our Feeding to so great a Bulk That even our Love durst not come near your sight For fear of swallowing But with nimble wing We were inforc'd for safety's sake to fly Out of your sight and raise this present Head Whereby we stand opposed by such means As you your self have forg'd against your self By unkind Usage dangerous Countenance And violation of all Faith and Troth Sworn to us in your younger Enterprize King These things indeed you have articulated Proclaim'd at Market Crosses read in Churches To face the Garment of Rebellion And never yet did Insurrection want Such Water-colours to impaint his Cause Nor moody Beggars starving for a time Of Pell-mell Havock and Confusion Prin. In both our Armies there is many a Soul Shall pay full dearly for this Encounter If once they joyn in Trial. Tell your Nephew The Prince of Wales doth joyn with all the World In praise of Henry Percy By my Hopes This present Enterprize set off his head I do not think a braver Gentleman More Active Valiant or more valiant young More daring or more bold is now alive To grace this latter Age with Noble Deeds For my part I may speak it to my shame I have a Truant been to Chivalry And so I hear he doth account me too Yet this before my Fathers Majesty I am content that he shall take the odds Of his great Name and Estimation And will to save the Blood on either side Try Fortune with him in a Single Fight King And Prince of Wales so dare we venture thee Albeit Considerations infinite Do make against it No good Worster no We love our People well even those we love That are misled upon your Cousins part And will they take the offer of our Grace Both he and they and you yea every Man Shall be my Friend again and I 'll be his So tell your Cousin and bring me Word What he will do But if he will not yield Rebuke and dread Correction wait on us And they shall do their Office So be gone We will not now be troubled with reply We offer fair take it advisedly Exit Worcester Prin. It will not be accepted on my Life The Douglas and the Hotspur both together Are confident against the World in Arms. King Hence therefore every Leader to his Charge For on their Answer will we set on them And God befriend us as our Cause is just Exeunt Manet Prince and Falstaff Fal. Hal if thou see me down in the Battel And bestride me so 't is a point of Friendship Prin. Nothing but a Colossus can do thee that Friendship Say thy Prayers and farewel Falst I would it were Bed-time Hal and all well Prin. Why thou owest Heaven a death Fal. 'T is not due yet I would be loth to pay him before his day What need I be so forward with him that call's not on me Well 't is no matter Honour pricks me on But now if Honour prick me off when I come on How then Can Honour set to a leg No or an arm No Or take away the grief of a Wound No Honour hath no skill in Surgery then No. What is Honour a Word What is that Word Honour Air A trim Reckoning Who hath it He that dy'd a Wednesday Doth he feel it No. Doth he hear it No. Is it insensible then yea to the Dead But will it not live with the living No. Why Detraction will not suffer it therefore I 'll none of it Honour is a meer Scutcheon and so ends my Catechism Exit SCENE II. Enter Worcester and Sir Richard Vernon Wor. O no my Nephew must not know Sir Richard The liberal kind Offer of the King Ver. 'T were best he did Wor. Then we are all undone It is not possible it cannot be The King would keep his Word in loving us He will suspect us still and find a time To Punish this Offence in other Faults Supposition all our lives shall be stuck full of Eyes And we shall feed like Oxen at a Stall The better cherish'd still the nearer death My Nephews trespass may be well forgot It hath the excuse of Youth and heat of Bloud And an adopted Name of Priviledge A hare-brain'd Hotspur govern'd by a Spleen All his Offences live upon my Head And on his Fathers We did train him on And his Corruption being tane from us We as the Spring of all shall pay for all Therefore good Cousin let not Harry know In any Case the Offer of the King Ver. Deliver what you will I 'll say 't is so Here comes your Cousin Enter Hotspur Hot. My Uncle is return'd Deliver up my Lord of Westmerland Uncle what News Wor. The King will bid you Battel presently Dow. Defie him by the Lord of Westmerland Hot. Lord Dowglas Go you and tell him so Dow. Marry and shall and very willingly Exit Dowglas Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the King Hot. Did you beg any God forbid Wor. I told him gently of our Grievances Of his Oath breaking which he mended thus By now forswearing that he is forsworn He calls us Rebels Traitors and will scourge With haughty Arms this hateful Name in us Enter Dowglas Dow. Arm Gentlemen to Arms for I have thrown A brave defiance in King Henries teeth And Westmerland that was ingag'd did bear it Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on Wor. The Prince of Wales stept forth before the King And Nephew challeng'd you to single fight Hot. O would the Quarrel lay upon our Heads And that no Man might draw short breath to day But I and Harry Monmouth Tell me tell me How shew'd his Talking Seem'd it in contempt Ver. No by my Soul I never in my life Did hear a Challenge urg'd more modestly Unless a Brother should a Brother dare To gentle Exercise and proof of Arms. He gave you all the Duties of a Man Trim'd up your Praises with a Princely Tongue Spoke your Deservings like a Chronicle Making you ever better than his Praise By still dispraising Praise valu'd with you And which became him like a Prince indeed He made a blushing cital of himself And chide his Trewant Youth so with a Grace As if he mastered there a double Spirit Of teaching and of learning instantly There did he pause But let me tell the World If he out live the Envy of this day England did never owe so sweet a hope So much misconstrued in his Wantonness Hot. Cousin I think thou art enamoured On his follies never did I here Of any Prince so wild at Liberty But be he as he will yet once e're night I will embrace him with a Souldiers Arm That he shall shrink under my courtesie Arm arm with speed Enter Messenger Mes My Lord here are Letters for you Hot. I cannot read them now O Gentlemen the time of life is short To spend that shortness basely were too long If life did ride upon a