Drag backe our expedition certaine horse Of my coosen Vernons are not yet come vp Your Vncle Worcesters horses came but to day And now their pride and mettall is a sleepe Their courage with hard labour tame and dull That not a horse is halfe the halfe of himselfe Hot. So are the horses of the enemie In generall iourney bated and brought low The better part of ours are full of rest Wor. The number of the King exceedeth our For Gods sake coosen stay till all come in The trumpet sounds a parley Enter sir Walter Blunt Blunt I come with gracious offers from the king If you vouchsafe me hearing and respect Hot. Welcome sir Walter Blunt and would to God You were of our determination Some of vs loue you well and euen those some Enuy your great deseruings and good name Because you are not of our qualitie But stand against vs like an enemie Blunt And God defend but still I should stand so So long as out of limit and true rule You stand against annointed Maiestie But to my charge The king hath sent to know The nature of your griefes and whereupon You coniure from the breast of ciuill peace Such bold hostilitie teaching his dutious land Audacious crueltie If that the king Haue any way your good deserts forgot Which he confesseth to be manifold He bids you name your griefes and with all speede You shall haue your desires with interest And pardon absolute for your selfe and these Herein misled by your suggestion Hot. The king is kind and well we know the king Knowes at what time to promise when to pay My father and my vncle and my selfe Did giue him that same royaltie he weares And when he was not sixe and twentie strong Sicke in the worlds regard wretched and low A poore 〈◊〉 outlaw â—â—eaking home My father gaue him welcome to the shore And when he heard him sweare and vow to God He came but to be Duke of Lancaster To sue his liuery and beg his peace With teares of innocencie and tearmes of zeale My father in kinde heart and pitie mou'd Swore him assistance and performd it too Now when the Lords and Barons of the realme Perceiu'd Northumberland did leane to him The more and lesse came in with cap and knee Met him in Borroughs Cities Villages Attended him on bridges stoode in lanes Laid gifts before him profferd him their oathes Gaue him their heires as Pages followed him Euen at the heeles in golden multitudes He presently as greatnesse knowes it selfe Steps me a little higher then his vow Made to my father while his blood was poore Vpon the naked shore at Rauenspurgh And now forsooth takes on him to reforme Some certaine edicts and some streight decrees That lie too heauie on the Common-wealth Cries out vpon abuses seemes to weepe Ouer his Countrey wrongs and by this face This seeming brow of iustice did he winne The hearts of all that he did angle for Proceeded further cut me off the heads Of all the fauourits that the absent king In deputation left behind him here When he was personall in the Irish warre Blunt Tut I came not to heare this Hot. Then to the poynt In short time after he deposd the king Soone after that depriu'd him of his life And in the necke of that taskt the whole state To make that woorse suffred his kinsman March Who is if euerie owner were well plac'd Indeed his king to be ingagde in Wales There without raunsomâ— to lie forfeited Disgrac't me in my happy victories Sought to intrap me by intelligence Rated mine vnkle from the counsell boord In rage dismisd my father from the Court Broke oath on oath committed wrong on wrong And in conclusion droue vs to seeke out This head of safetie and withall to prie Into his title the which we find Too indirect for long continuance Blunt Shall I returne this answere to the king Hâ—t Not so sit Walter Wee le withdraw a while Go to the king and let there be impawnde Some surety for a safe returne againe And in the morning early shal mine vnkle Bring him our purposes and so farewell Blunt I would yâ—u would accept of grace and loue Hot. And may be so we shall Blunt Pray God you do Enter Archbishop of Yorke sir Mighell Arch. Hie good sir Mighell beare this sealed briefe With winged haste to the Lord Marshall This to my coosen Scroope and all the rest To whom they are directed If you knew How much they do import you would make hafte Sir M. My good Lord I gesse their tenor Arch. Like enough you do To morrow good sir Mighell is a day Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men Must bide the touch For sir at Shrewsbury As I am truly giuen to vnderstand The king with mighty and quicke raised power Meetes with Lord Harry And I feare sir Mighell What with the sicknesse of Northumberland Whose power was in the first proportion And what with Owen Glendowers absence thence Who with them was a rated sinew too And comes not in ouerrulde by prophecies I feare the power of Percy is too weake To wage an instant triall with the king Sir M. Why my goâ—d Lord you need not feare There is Douglas and Lord Mortimer Arch. No Mortimer is not there Sir M. But there is Mordake Vernon Lord Harry Percy And there is my Lord of Worcester and a head Of gallant warriours noble gentlemen Arch And so there is but yet the king hath drawn The speciall head of all the land togither The Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster The noble Westmerland and warlike Blunt And many mo coriuals and deare men Of estâ—mation and command in armes Sir M. Doubt not my Lo they shal be wel oppos'd Arch. I hope no lesse yet needfull t is to feare And to preuent the worst sir Mighell speed For if Lord Percy thriue not ere the king Dismisse his power he meanes to visit vs For he hath heard of our confederacy And t is but wisedome to make strong against him Therefore make haste I must go write againe To other friends and so farewell sir Mighel Exeunt Enter the King Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland sir Walter Blunt Falstalffe King How bloudily the sunne begins to peare Aboue you buâ—ky hill the day lookes pale At his distemprature Prin. The Southren winde Doth play the trumpet to his purposes And by his hollow whistling in the leaues Foretels a tempest and a blustring day Kin. Then with the loosers let it simpathize For nothing can seeme foule to those that winne The trumpet sounds Enter Worcester King How now my Lord of Worcester t is not wel That you and I should meet vpon such tearmes As now we meete You haue deceiu'd our trust And made vs doffe our easie roabes of peace To crush our old limbs in vngentle steele This is not well my Lord this is not well What say you to it will you againe
I le say t is so Here comâ— your coosen Hot. My vncle is returnd Deliuer vp my Lord of Westmerland Vncle what newes Wor. The king will bid you battell presently Doug Defie him by the Lord of Westmerland Hot. Lord Douglas go you and tell him so Doug. Marry and shal and very willingly Exit Dou. Wor. There is no seeming mercie in the king Hot. Did you beg any God forbid Wor. I tolde him gently of our greeuances Of his oath breaking which he mended thus By now forsweariâ—g that he is forsworne He cals vs rebels traitors and will scourge With haughtie armes this hatefull name in vs. Enter Douglas Doug. Arme gentlemen to armes for I haue throwne A braue defiance in king Henries teeth And westmeâ—Westmeâ—land that was ingag'd did beare it Which cannot chuse but bring him quickly on Wor. The Prince of Wales stept forth before the king And nephew chalengd you to single fight Hot O would the quarrel lay vpon our heads And that no man might draw short breath to day But I and Harry Monmouth tell me tell me How shewed his tasking seemd it in contempt Ver. No by my soule I neuer in my life Did heare a chalenge vrgde more modestly Vnlesse a brother should a brother dare To gentle exercise and proofe of armes He gaue you all the duties of a man Trimd vp your praises with a Princely tongue Spoke your deseruings like a Chronicle Making you euer better then his praise By still dispraising praise valued with you And which became him like a prince indeed He made a blushing citall of himselfe And chid his truant youth with such a grace As if he mastred there a double spirit Of teaching and of learning instantly There did he pause but let me tel the world If he outliue the enuie of this day England did neuer owe so sweete a hope So much misconstrued in his wantonnesse Hotsp Coâ—sen I thinke thou art enamored On his follies neuer did I heare Of any prince so wilde a libertie But be he as he will yet once ere night I will imbrace him wiâ—h a souldiours arme That he shall shrinke vnder my curtesie Arme arme with speed and fellowes soldiors friends Better consider what you haue to do Then I that haue not wel the gift of tongue Can lift your blood vp with perswasion Enter a 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 shortnes basely were too long If life did ride vpon a dials point Still ending at the arriuall of an houre And if we liue we liue to tread on kings If die braue death when princes die with vs Now for our consciences the armes are faire When the intent of bearing them is iust Enter another Mes. My Lord prepare the king comes on a pace Hot. I thanke him that he cuts me from my tale For I professe not talking onely this Let each man do his best and here draw I a sword Whose temper I intend to staine With the best bloud that I can meet withall In the aduenture of this perillous day Now esperance Percy and set on Sound all the loftie instruments of war And by that Musicke let vs all embrace For heauen to earth some of vs neuer shall A second time do such a courtesie Here they embrace the trumpets sound the king enters with his power alarme to the battel then enter Douglas and sir Walter Blunt Blunt What is thy name that in battell thus thou crossest me What honour dost thou seeke vpon my head Doug. Know then my name is Douglas And I do haunt thee in the battell thus Because some tell me that thou art a king Blunt They tell thee true Doug. The Lord of Stafford deare to day hath bought Thy likenesse for in steed of thee king Harry This sword hath ended him so shall it thee Vnlesse thou yeeld thee as my prisoner Blunt I was not borne a yeelder thou proud Scot And thou shalt find a king that will reuenge Lord Staffords death They fight Douglas kils Blunt then enter Hotspur Hot O Douglas hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus I neuer had triumpht vpon a Scot. Doug. Al 's done al 's won here breathles lies the king Hot. Where Doug. Here. Hot. This Douglas no I know this face full well A gallant knight he was his name was Blunt Semblably furnisht like the king himselfe Doug. Ah foole goe with thy soule whither it goes A borrowed title hast thou bought too deare Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king Hot. The king hath many marching in his coates Doug. Now by my sword I will kill al his coates I le murder all his wardrop peece by peece Vntill I meete the king Hot. Vp and away Our souldiers stand full fairely for the day Alarme Enter Falstalffe solus Falst. Though I could scape shot-free at London I feare the shot here here 's no skoring but vpon the pate Soft who are you sir Walter Blunt there 's honour for you here 's no vanitie I am as hot as molten lead as heauie too God keepe leade out of me I need no more weight then mine owne bowels I haue led my rag of Muffins where they are pepperd there 's not three of my 150. left aliue and they are for the townes ende to beg during life but who comes here Enter the Prince Prin. What stands thou idle here lend me thy sword Many a noble man lies starke and stiffe Vnder the hoofes of vaunting enemies whose deaths are yet vnreuengd I preethe lend mee thy sword Falst. O Hal I preethe giue me leaue to breath a while Turke Gregorie neuer did such deeds in armes as I haue don this day I haue paid Percy I haue made him sure Prin. He is indeed and liuing to kill thee I preethe lend me thy sword Fal. Nay before God Hal if Percy be aliue thou gets not my sword but take my pistoll if thou wilt Prin. Giue it me what is it in the case Falst. I Hal t is hot t is hot there 's that will sacke a Citie The Prince drawes it out and finds it to be a bâ—ttle of Sacke Prin. What is it a time to iest and dally now He throwes the bottle at him Exit Falst. Well if Percy be aliue I le pierce him if hee doe come in my way so if he doe not if I come in his willingly let him make a Carbonado of me I like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath giue me life which if I can saue so if not honor comes vnlookt for and there 's an end Alarme excursions Enter the King the Prince Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland King I preethe Harry withdraw thy selfe thou bleedest too much Lord Iohn of Lancaster go you with him P. Iohn Not I my Lord vnlesse I did bleed too Prin. I beseech your maiestie make vp Least your retirement do amaze your friends King I
THE HISTORY OF HENRIE THE FOVRTH With the battell at Shrewsburie betweene the King and Lord Henry Percy surnamed Henrie Hotspur of the North. With the humorous conceits of Sir Iohn Falstalffe AT LONDON Printed by P. S. for Andrew Wise dwelling in Paules Churchyard at the signe of the Angell 1598. THE HISTORIE OF Henry the fourth Enter the King Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland with others King SO shaken as we are so wan with care Find we a time for frighted peace to pant And breath short winded accents of new broiles To be commencte in stronds a far remote No more tâ—e thirsty entrance of this soile Shal dawbe her lips with her own childrens bloud No more shall trenching war channel her fields Nor bruise her flourets with the armed hoofes Of hostile paces those opposed eies Which like the mâ—teors of a troubled heauen Al of one nature of one substance bred Did lately meete in the intestine shocke And furious close of ciuill butcherie Shall now in mutuall welbeseeming rankes March all one way and be no more oppos'd Against acquaintance kindred and allyes The edge of war like an ill sheathed knife No more shall cut his maister therefore friends As far as to the sepulcher of Christ Whose soldiour now vnder whose blessed crosse We are impressed and ingag'd to fight Forthwith a power of English shall we leauy Whose armes were moulded in their mothers wombe To chase these pagans in those holy fields Ouer whose acres walkt those blessed feet Which 1400. yeares ago were naild For our aduantage on the bitter crosse But this our purpose now is twelue month old And bootelesse t is to tell you we wil go Therefore we meet not nowe then let me heare Of you my gentle Cosen Westmerland What yesternight our counsell did decree In forwarding this deere expedience West My liege this haste was hot in question And many limits of the charge set down But yesternight when all athwart there came A post from Wales loden with heauy newes Whose worst was that the noble Mortimer Leading the men of Herdforshire to fight Against the irregular and wild Glendower Was by the rude hands of that Welchman taken A thousand of his people butchered Vpon whose dead corpes there was such misuse Such beastly shamelesse transformation By those Welch-women done as may not be Without much shame retould or spoken of King It seemes then that the tidings of this broile Brake off our businesse for the holy land West This matcht with other did my gratious L. For more vneuen and vnwelcome newes Came from the North and thus it did import On holly rode day the gallant Hotspur there Yong Harry Percy and braue Archibold That euer valiant and approued Scot At Holmâ—don met where they did spend A sad and bloudy houre As by discharge of their artillery And shâ—pe of likelihood the newes was told For he that brought them in the very heat And pride of â—heir contention did take horse Vncertaine of the issue any way King Here is deere a true industrious friend Sir Walter Blunt new lighted from his horse Staind with the variation of each soile Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours And he hath brought vs smothe and welcom newes The Earle of Douglas is discomfited Ten thousand bould Scots two and twenty knights Balkt in their own bloud Did sir Walter see On Holmedons plaines of prisoners Hotspur tooke Mordake Earle of Fife and eldest sonne To beaten Douglas and the Earle of Athol Of Murrey Angus and Menteith And is not this an honorable spoile A gallant priz Ha coosen is it not In faith it is West A conquest for a Prince to boast of King Yea there thou makst me sad and makst me sinne In enuy that my Lord Northumberland Should be the father to so blest a sonne A sonne who is the theame of honors tongue Amongst a groue the very straightest plant Who is sweet fortunes minion and her pride Whilst I by looking on the praise of him See ryot and dishonour staine the brow Of my young Harry O that it could be prou'd That some night tripping fairy had exchang'd In cradle clothes our children where they lay And cald mine Percy his Plantagenet Then would I haue his Harry and he mine But let him from my thoughts What think you coose Of this young Percies pride The prisoners Which he in this aduenture hath surprizd To his own vse he keepes and sends me word I shal haue none but Mordake Earle of Fife West This is his vncles teaching This is Worcester Maleuolent to you in all aspects Which makes him prune himselfe and bristle vp The crest of youth against your dignity King But I haue sent for him to answere this And for this cause a while we must neglect Out holy purpose to Ierusalem Coosen on wednesday next our councel we wil hold At Windsore so informe the Lords But come your selfe with speed to vs againe For more is to be said and to be done Then out of anger can be vttered West I will my liege Exeunt Enter prince of Wales and Sir Iohn Falstaffe Falst. Now Hal what time of day is it lad Prince Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of olde sacke and vnbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping vpon benches afternoone that thou hast forgotten to demaunde that truelie which thou wouldest trulie knowe What a diuell hast thou to do with the time of the daie vnles houres were cups of sacke and minutes capons and clockes the tongues of Baudes and Dialles the signes of leaping houses and the blessed sunne himselfe a faire hot wench in flame-couloured taffata I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demaunde the time of the day Falst. Indeede you come neere me nowe Hal for wee that take purses go by the moone and the seuen stars and not by Phoebus he that wandring knight so faire and I prethe sweet wag when thou art a king as God saue thy grace maiestie I should say for grace thou wilt haue none Prince What none Falst. No by my troth not so much as will serue to bee prologue to an egge and butter Prin. Wel how then come roundly roundly Falst. Marry then sweet wag when thou art king let not vs that are squiers of the nights bodie bee called theeues of the daies beauty let vs be Dianaes forresters gentlemen of the shade minions of the moone and let men say wee be men of good gouernement being gouerned as the sea is by our noble and chast mistresse the moone vnder whose countenaunce we steale Prince Thou saiest well and it holds wel to for the fortune of vs that are the moones men doth ebbe and flow like the sea being gouerned as the sea is by the moone as for proofe Now a purse of gold most resolutely snatcht on Munday night and most dissolutely spent on tuesday morning got with swearing lay by and spent with crying bring in now in as low an ebbe as the