Lords And in my Conduct shall your Ladies come From whom you now must steal and take no leave For there will be a world of Water shed Upon the parting of your Wives and you Hotsp Methinks my moity North from Burton here In quantity equals not one of yours See how this River comes me cranking in And cuts me from the best of all my Land A huge half Moon a monstrous Cantle out I 'll have the Current in this Place damn'd up And here the smug and Silver Trent shall run In a new Channel fair and evenly It shall not wind with such a deep indent To rob me of so rich a bottom 〈◊〉 Glend Not wind it shall it must you see it doth Mort. Yea but mark how he bends his course And runs me up with like advantage on the other side Gelding the opposing Continent as much As on the other side it takes from you Worc. Yea but a little Charge will trench him here And on this North side win this Cape of Land And then he runs straight and even Hotsp I 'll have it so a little Charge will do it Glend I 'll not have it alter'd Hotsp Will not you Glend No nor you shall not Hotsp Who shall say me nay Glend Why that will I. Hotsp Let me not understand you then speak it in Welsh Glend I can speak English Lord as well as you For I was train'd up in the English Court Where being but young I framed to the Harp Many an English Ditty lovely well And gave the Tongue a helpful Ornament A Vertue that was never seen in you Hotsp Marry and I am glad of it with all my Heart I had rather be a Kitten and cry mew Than one of these same meeter-Ballad-mongers I had rather hear a Brazen Candlestick tun'd Or a dry Wheel grate on the Axle-tree And that would set my teeth on Edge Nothing so much as mincing Poetrie 'T is like the forc'd gate of a shuffling Nag Glend Come you shall have Trent turn'd Hotsp I do not care I 'll give thrice so much Land To any well-deserving Friend But in the way of Bargain mark ye me I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a Hair Are the Indentures drawn shall we be gone Exeunt SCENE II. Enter the King Prince of Wales and others King Lords give us leave The Prince of Wales and I Must have some private Conference But be near at hand For we shall presently have need of you Exeunt Lords I know not whether Heaven will have it so For some displeasing Service I have doâ—â— That in his secret Doom out of my Blood He'll-breed Revengement and a Scourge for me But thou dost in thy passages of Life Make me believe that thou art only mark'd For the hot Vengeance and the Rod of Heaven To punish my Mistreadings Tell me else Could such inordinate and low desires Such poor such bare such lew'd such mean Attempts Such barren Pleasures rude Society As thou art match'd withall and grafted too Accompany the greatness of thy blood And hold their level with thy Princely heart Prince So please your Majesty I would I could Quit all Offences with as clear excuse As well as I am doubtless I can purge My self of many I am charg'd withal Yet such extenuation let me beg I may for some things true wherein my youth Hath faulty wandred and irregular Find pardon on my true submission King Heaven pardon thee Yet let me wonder Harry At thy Affections which do hold a Wing Quite from the flight of all thy Ancestors Thy place in Council thou hast rudely lost Which by thy younger Brother is supply'd And art almost an alien to the Hearts Of all the Court and Princes of my blood The Hope and Expectation of thy time Is ruin'd and the Soul of every man Prophetically do fore-think thy fall Had I so lavish of my Presence been So common hackney'd in the ways of men So stale and cheap to vulgar Company Opinion that did help me to the Crown Had still kept loyal to Possession And left me in reputeless Banishment A Fellow of no mark nor likelihood By being seldom seen I could not stir But like a Comet I was wondred at That Men would tell their Children This is he Others would say where which is Bullingbrook But now there 's not an eye But is a-weary of thy common sight Save mine which hath desir'd to see thee more Which now doth that I would not have it do Make blind it self with foolish tenderness Prince I shall heareafter my thrice gracious Lord Be more my self King For all the World As thou art to this hour was Richard then When I from France set forth at Ravenspurg And even as I was then is Percy now Now by my Scepter and my Soul to boot He hath more worthy Interest to the State Than thou the Shadow of Succession For of no Right nor Colour like to Right He doth fill Fields with Harness in the Realm Turns Head against the Lyon's armed Jaws And being no more in debt to years than thou Leads ancient Lords and reverend Bishops on To bloody Battels and to bruising Arms. What never-dying Honour hath he got Against renowned Dowglas Thrice hath the Hotspur Mars in swathing Cloaths This infant-Warriour in his Enterprises Discomfited great Dowglas ta'ne him once Enlarged him and made a Friend of him To fill the Mouth of deep Defiance up And shake the Peace and Safety of our Throne And what say you to this Percy Northumberland The Arch-Bishops Grace of York Dowglas Mortimer Capitulate against us and are up But wherefore do I tell this News to thee Why Harry do I tell thee of my Foes Which art my near'st and dearest Enemy Thou art like enough through Vassal Fear Base Inclination and the start of Spleen To sight against me under Percie 's Pay To dog his Heels and courtsie at his Frowns To shew how much thou art degenerate Prince Do not think so you shall not find it so And Heaven forgive them that so much have sway'd Your Majesties good Thoughts away from me I will redeem all this on Percie 's Head And in the closing of some glorious day Be bold to tell you that I am your Son When I will wear a Garment all of Blood And stain my Favours in a bloody Mask Which washt away shall scowre my shame with it And that shall be the day when e're it lights That this same Child of Honour and Renown This gallant Hotspur this all-praised Knight And your unthought of Harry chance to meet For every Honour sitting on his Helm Would they were multitudes and on my Head My Shames redoubled For the time will come That I shall make this Northern Youth exchange His Glorious Deeds for my Indignities Percy is but my Factor Or I will tear the Reckoning from his Heart This in the the Name of Heaven I promise here The which if I promise and do survive I do beseech your Majesty
K. HENRY IV. WITH THE HUMOURS OF Sir John Falstaff A TRAGI-COMEDY As it is Acted at the THEATRE in Litttle-Lincolns-Inn-Fields BY His Majesty's Servants Revived with Alterations Written Originally by Mr. Shakespear LONDON Printed for R. W. and Sold by John Deeve at Bernards-Inn-Gate in Holborn 1700. Newly Published The Practice of the Spiritual or Ecclesiastical Courts wherein is contained their Original Stile and Causes usually Tryed in them with the manner of Proving Wills in common Form of Law Together with the manner of Proceeding in Cases of Defamation Right of Patronage Dilapidation Criminal Causes c. The Second Edition Corrected By H. Conset Sold by Sold by John Deeve at Bernards-Inn-Gate in Holborn 〈◊〉 Dramatis Personae MEN. King Henry IV. Mr. Berry Prince of Wales Mr. Scudemore John Earl of Lancaster Second Son to King Henry Mr. Bayly Northumberland Mr. Boman Harry Percy Sirnamed Hotspur his Son Mr. Verbruggen Westmerland Mr. Pack Worcester Mr. Freeman Mortimer  Owen Glendower Mr. Hodgson Dowglas Mr. Arnold Sir Walter Blunt Mr. Trout Sir Richard Vernon Mr. Harris Sir John Falstaff The Prince's Companion Mr. Betterton Poins The Prince's Companion  Petto The Prince's Companion  Gadshill The Prince's Companion  Bardolph The Prince's Companion Mr. Bright Francis the Drawer Mr. Bowen WOMEN Katherine Percy Hotspur ' s Wife Mr. Boman Hostess Mr. Leigh Sheriff Carriers Chamberlain Travellers c. K. HENRY IV. WITH THE HUMOURS OF Sir JOHN FALSTAFF ACT I. SCENE I. Enter King Lord John of Lancaster Earl of Westmorland with others King SO shaken as we are so wan with Care Find we a time for frighted Peace to pant No more shall trenching War channel her Fields Nor bruise her Flowrets with the armed Hoofs Of Hostile Paces The edge of War like an ill-sheathed Knife No more shall cut his Master Then let me hear Of you my gentle Cousin Westmerland What yesternight our Council did decree In forwarding this dear 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 loaden with heavy News Whose worst was That the Noble Mortimer Leading the Men of Heresordshire to fight Against the irregular and wild Glendower Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken And a thousand of his People butchered Upon whose dead Corps there was such misuse Such beastly shameless transformation By those Welshwomen done as may not be Without much shame re-told or spoken of King It seems then that the tidings of this Broil Brake off our business for the Holy Land West This matcht with other like my gracious Lord Far more uneven and unwelcome News Came from the North and thus it did report On Holy-Rood day the gallant Hotspur there Young Harry Percy and brave Archibald That ever valiant and approved Scot At Holmedon met where they did spend A sad and bloody hour As by discharge of their Artillery And shape of likelihood the News was told For he that brought them in the very Heat And pride of their Contention did take Horse Uncertain of the issue any way King Here is a dear and true industrious Friend Sir Walter Blunt new lighted from his Horse And he hath brought us smooth and welcome News The Earl of Dowglas is discomfited Ten thousand bold Scots two and twenty Knights Balk't in their own Blood did Sir Walter see On Holmedon's Plains Of Prisoners Hotspur took Mordake Earl of Fife and eldest Son To beaten Dowglas and the Earl of Athol Of Marry Angus and Menteith And is not this an Honourable Spoyl A gallant Prize Ha Cousin is it not In faith it is West A Conquest for a Prince to boast of King Yea there thou mak'st me sad and mak'st me sin In envy that my Lord Northumberland Should be the Father of so blest a Son Whil'st I by looking on the Praise of him See Ryot and Dishonour stain the Brow Of my young Harry O that it could be prov'd That some Night-tripping Fairy had exchang'd In Cradle-cloaths our Children where they lay And call'd mine Percy his Plantagenet Then would I have his Harry and he mine But let him from my Thoughts What think you Coze Of this young Percie 's Pride The Prisoners Which he in this Adventure hath surpriz'd To his own use he keeps and sends me word I shall have none but Mardake Earl of Fife West This is his Uncles teaching This is Worcester Malevolent to you in all Aspects Which makes him prune himself and bristle up The crest of Youth against your Dignity King But I have sent for him to answer this And for this cause a while me must neglect Our holy purpose to Jerusalem Cousin on Wednesday next our Council we will hold At Windsor so inform the Lords But come your self with speed to us again For more is to be said and to be done Than out of anger can be uttered West I will my Liege Exeunt SCENE II. Enter Henry Prince of Wales Sir John Falstaff Fal. Now Hal what time of day is it Lad Prince Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of old Sack and unbuttoning thee after Supper and sleeping upon Benches in the afternoon that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know What a Devil hast thou to do with the time of the day unless Hours were Cups of Sack and Minutes Capons and Clocks the Tongues of Bawds I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day Fal. Indeed you came near me now Hal. For we that take Purses go by the Moon and seven Stars and not by Phoebus he that wandring Knight so fair And I pray thee sweet Wag when thou art King as God save thy Grace Majesty I should say for Grace thou wilt have none Prince What! none Fal. No not so much as will serve to be Prologue to an Egg and Butter Prince Well how then Come roundly roundly Fal. Marry then sweet Wag when thou art King let not us that are Squires of the Nights body be call'd Thieves of the Days Beauty Let us be Diana's Foresters Gentlemen of the Shade Minions of the Moon and let Men say we be Men of good Government being governed as the Sea is by our noble and chast Mistress the Moon under whose countenance we steal Prince Thou say'st well and it holds well too for the Fortune of us that are the Moons Men doth ebb and flow like the Sea being governed as the Sea is by the Moon as for proof Now a Purse of Gold most resolutely snatch'd on Monday night and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning got with swearing Laid by And spent with crying Bring in Now in as low an ebb as the foot of the Ladder and by and by in as high a flow as the ride of the Gallows Fal. Thou say'st true Lad And is not my Hostess of the Tavern a most sweet Wench Prince As is the Honey
not counsel well You speak it out of fear and cold heart Vern Do me no slander Dowglas By my Life And I dare well maintain it with my Life If well-respected Honour bid me on I hold as little counsel with weak fear As you my Lord or any Scot that this day lives Let it be seen to morrow in the Battle Which of us fears Dowg Yea or to night Vern Content Hotsp To night say I. Vern Come come it may not be I wonder much being Men of such great Leading as you are That you foresee not what Impediments Drag back our Expedition certain Horse Of my Cousin Vernon's are not yet come up Your Uncle Worcester's Horse came but to day And now their pride and mettle is asleep Their Courage with hard labour tame and dull That not a Horse is half the half of himself Hotsp So are the Horse of the Enemy In general journey-bated and brought low The better part of Ours are full of rest Worc. The number of the Kings exceedeth ours For Gods sake Cousin 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 Hotsp Welcome Sir Walter Blunt And would to God you were of our determination Some of us love you well and even those some Envy your great Deservings and good Name Because you are not of our Quality But stand against us like an Enemy Blunt And Heaven defend but still I should stand so So long as out of Limit and true Rule You stand against Anointed Majesty But to my Charge The King hath sent to know The Nature of your Griefs and whereupon You conjure from the breast of Civil peace Such bold Hostility teaching his dutious Land Audacious Cruelty If that the King Have any way your good Deserts forgot Which he confesseth to be manifold He bids you name your Griefs and with all speed You shall have your desires with interest And Pardon absolute for your self and these Herein mis-led by your suggestion Hot. The King is kind And well we know the King Knows at what time to Promise when to Pay My Father my Uncle and my self Did give him that same Royalty he wears And when he was not six and twenty strong Sick in the Worlds regard wretched and low A poor unminded Out-law sneaking home My Father gave him welcome to the shore And when he heard him swear and vow to God He came to be but Duke of Lancaster To sue out his Livery and beg his Peace With tears of Innocency and terms of zeal My Father in kind heart and pity mov'd Swore him assistance and perform'd it too Now when the Lords and Barons of the Realm Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him They more and less came in with Cap and Knee Met him in-Boroughs Cities Villages Attended him on Bridges stood in Lanes Laid Gifts before him proffer'd him their Oaths Gave him their Heirs as Pages followed him Even at the Heels in golden multitudes He presently as greatness knows it self Steps me a little higher than his Vow Made to my Father while his Blood was poor Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg And now forsooth takes on him to reform Some certain Edicts and some strait Decrees That lay too heavy on the Common-wealth Cries out upon Abuses seems to weep Over his Countreys Wrongs and by his Face This seeming Brow of Justice did he win The Hearts of all that he did angle for Proceeded further cut me off the Heads Of all the Favourites that the absent King In deputation left behind him here When he was personal in the Irish War Blunt Tut I came not to hear this Hot. Then to the point In short time after he depos'd the King Soon after that depriv'd him of his Life And in the neck of that task't the whole State To make that worse suffer'd his Kinsman March Who is if every Owner were right plac'd Indeed his King to be engag'd in Wales There without Ransom to lie forfeited Disgrac'd me in my happy Victories Sought to intrap me by intelligence Rated my Uncle from the Council Board In rage dismiss'd my Father from the Court Broke Oath committing Wrong on Wrong And in conclusion drove us to seek out This Head of safety and withal to prie Into his Title the which we find Too indirect for long continuance Blunt Shall I return this answer to the King Hotsp Not so Sir Walter We 'll withdraw a while Go to the King and let there be impawn'd Some surety for a safe return again And in the morning early shall my Uncle Bring him our purpose and so farewell Blunt I would you would accept of Grace and Love Hotsp And 't may be so we shall Blunt Pray Heaven you do Exeunt ACT V. SCENE I. Enter the King Prince of Wales Lord John of Lancaster Earl of West morland Sir Walter Blunt and Falstaff King HOw bloudily the Sun begins to peer Above you busky hill the Day looks pale At his Distemperature The Trumpet sounds Enter Worcester King How now my Lord of Worster 'T is not well That you and I should meet upon such terms As now we meet You have deceiv'd our Trust And made us doff our easie Robe of Peace To crush our old Limbs in ungentle Steel This is not well my Lord this is not well What say you to it Will you again unknit This churlish Knot of all-abhorred War And move in that Obedient Orb again Where you did give a fair and natural light And be no more an exhal'd Meteor A Prodigie of Fear and a Portent Of broached Mischief to the unborn Time Mor. Hear me my Liege For mine own part I could be well content To entertain the Lag-end of my life With quiet hours For I do protest I have not sought the day of this dislike King You have not sought it how come it then Falst Rebellion lay in his way and he found it Prin. Peace Chewet peace Wor. It pleas'd your Majesty to turn your looks Of Favour from my Self and all our House And yet I must remember you my Lord We were the first and dearest of your Friends For you my Staff of Office did I break In Richard's time and posted day and night To meet you on the way and kiss your hand When yet you were in place and in account Nothing so strong and fortunate as I It was my self my Brother and his Son That brought you home and boldly did out-dare The danger of the time You swore to us And you did swear that Oath to Doncaster That you did nothing of purpose ' gainst the State Nor claim no further then your new-faln right The Seat of Gaunt Dukedom of Lancaster To this we sware our aid But in short space It rain'd down Fortune showring on your head And such a floud of Greatness fell on you And being fed by us you us'd us so As that ungentle gull the