paring when a was naked he was for all the worlde like a forkt reddiâ—h with a head fantastically carued vpon it with a knife a was so forlorne that his demensions to any thicke sight were inuincible a was the very genius of famine yet lecherous as a monkie the whores cald him mandrake a came ouer in the rereward of the fashion and sung those tunes to the ouerschutcht huswiues that he heard the Car-men whistle and sware they were his fancies or his good-nights and nowe is this vices dagger become a squire and talkes as familiarly of Iohn a Gaunt as if he had bin sworne brother to him and I le be sworn a nere saw him but once in the tylt-yard and then he burst his head for crowding among the Marshalles men I saw it and told Iohn a Gaunt he beate his owne name for you might haue thrust him and all his aparell into an eele-skin the case of a treble hoboy was a mansion for him a Court and now has he land and beefes Well I le be acquainted with him if I returne and t' shal go hard but I le make him a philosophers two stones to me if the yong Dase be a baite for the old Pikâ— I see no reason in the law of nature but I may snap at him till Time shape and there an end Enter the Archbishop Mowbray Bardolfe Hastings within the forrest of Gaultree Bish. What is this forrest calld Hast. T is Gaultree forrest and 't shal please your grace Bishop Here stand my lords and send discouerers forth To know the numbers of our enemies Hastings We haue sent forth already Bishop T is well done My friends and brethren in these great affâ—ires I must acquaint you that I haue receiu'd New dated letters from Northumberland Their cold intent tenure and substance thus Here doth he wish his person with such powers As might hold sortance with his quallitie The which he could not leuy whereupon He is retirde to ripe his growing fortunes To Scotland and concludes in hearty prayers That your attempts may ouer-liue the hazard And fearefull meeting of their opposite Mowb. Thus do the hopes we haue in him touch ground And dash themselues to peeces Enter messenger Hastings Now what newes Messenger West of this forrest scarcâ—ly off a mile In goodly forme comes on the enemy And by the ground they hide I iudge their number Vpon or neere the rate of thirty thousand Mowbray The iust proportion that we gaue them out Let vs sway on and face them in the field Bishop What wel appointed Leader fronts vs heere Enter Westmerland Mowbray I thinke it is my lord of Westmerland West Health and faire greeting from our Generall The prince lord Iohn and duke of Lancaster Bishop Say on my lord of VVestmerland in peace VVhat doth concerne your comming We. Then my L. vnto your Grace do I in chiefe addresse The substance of my speech if that rebellion Came like it selfe in base and a abiect rowtes Led on by bloody youth guarded with rage And countenaunst by boyes and beggary I say if damnd commotion so appeare In his true natiue and most proper shape You reuerend father and these noble Lordes Had not beene heere to dresse the owgly forme Of base and bloody Insurrection With your faire Honours You lord Archbishop Whose Sea is by a ciuile peace maintainde Whose beard the siluer hand of Peace hath toucht Whose learning and good letters Peace hath tutord Whose white inuestments figure innocence The Doue and very blessed spirite of peace Wherefore do you so ill translate your selfe Out of the speech of peace that beares such grace Into the harsh and boystrous tongue of warre Turning your bookes to graues your incke to bloud Your pennes to launces and your tongue diuine To a lowd trumpet and a point of warre Bish. Wherefore do I this so the question stands Briefly to this end we are all diseasde The dangers of the daie's but newly gone VVhose memorie is written on the earth VVith yet appearing blood and the examples Of euery minutes instance present now Hath put vs in these ill-beseeming armes Not to breake peace or any braunch of it But to establish heere a peace indeede Concurring both in name and quallitie West VVhen euer yet was your appeale denied VVherein haue you beene galled by the King What peere hath beene subornde to grate on you That you should seale this lawlesâ—e bloody booke Offorgde rebellion with a seale diuine And consecrate commotions bitter edge Bishop My brother Generall the common wealth To brother borne an houshold cruelty I make my quarrell in particular West There is no neede of any such redresse Or if there were it not belongs to you Mowbray why not to him in part and to vs all That feele the bruises of the daies before And suffer the condition of these times To lay a heauy and vnequall hand Vpon our honors West But this is meere digression from my purpose Here come I from our princely generall To know your griefes to tell you from his Grace That he will giue you audience and wherein It shall appeere that your demaunds are iust You shall enioy them euery thing set off That might so much as thinke you enemies Mowbray But he hath forâ—de vs to compel this offer And it proceedes from policie not loue West Mowbray you ouerweene to take it so This offer comes from mercy not from feare For loe within a ken our army lies Vpon mine honour all too confident To giue admittance to a thought of feare Our battell is more full of names than yours Our men more perfect in the vse of armes Our armour all as strong our cause the best Then Reason will our hearts should be as good Say you not then our offer is compelld Mow. Well by my will we shall admit no parlee West That argues but the shame of your offence A rotten case abides no handling Hastings Hath the prince Iohn a full commission In very ample vertue of his father To heare and absolutely to determine Of what conditions we shall stand vpon West That is intended in the Generalles name I muse you make so slight a question Bishop Then take my lord of Westmerland this scedule For this containes our generall grieuances Each seuerall article herein redrest All members of our cause both here and hence That are ensinewed to this action Acquitted by a true substantiall forme And present execution of our willes To vs and our purposes confinde We come within our awefull bancks againe And knit our powers to the arme of peace Wâ—st This will I shew the Generall please you Lords In sight of both our battells we may meete At either end in peace which God so frame Or to the place of diffrence call the swords Which must decide it Exit Westmerland Bishop My lord we will doe so Mou There is a thing within my bosome tells me That no conditions of our peace can stand Hastings Feare you
not that if we can make our peace Vpon such large termes and so absolute As our conditions shall consist vpon Our peace shall stand as firme as rockie mountaines Moub Yea but our valuation shal be such That euery slight and false deriued cause Yea euery idle nice and wanton reason Shall to the King taste of this action That were our royal faiths martires in loue We shall be winow'd with so rough a wind That euen our corne shal seeme as light as chaffe And good from bad find no partition Bâ—sh No no my lord note this the King is weary Of daintie and such picking greeuances For he hath found to end one doubt by death Reuiues two greater in the heires of life And therefore will he wipe his tables cleane And keepe no telâ— tale to his memorie That may repeate and history his losse To new remembrance for full wel he knowes He cannot so precisely weed this land As his misdoubts present occasion His foes are so enrooted with his friends That plucking to vnfix an enemy He doth vnfasten so and shake a friend So that this land like an offensiue wife That hath enragde him on to offer strokes As he is striking holdes his infant vp And hangs resolu'd correction in the arme That was vpreard to execution Hast. Besides the King hath wasted al his rods On late offendors that he now doth lacke The very instruments of chasticement So that his power like to a phanglesse lion May offer but not hold Bishop T is very true And therefore be assurde my good Lord Marshall If we do now make our attonement well Our peace wil like a broken limbe vnited Grow stronger for the breaking Mow. Be it so here is returnd my lord of Westmerland Enter Westmerland West The prince is here at hand pleaseth your Lordship To meet his grace iust distance tweene our armies Enter Prince Iohn and his armie Mow. Your grace of York in Gods name then set forward Bishop Before and greete his grace my lord we come Iohn You are well incountred here my cousen Mowbray Good day to you gentle Lord Archbishop And so to you Lord Hastings and to all My Lord of Yorke it better shewed with you When that your flocke assembled by the bell Encircled you to heare with reuerence Your exposition on the holy text That now to see you here an yron man talking Cheering a rowt of rebells with your drumme Turning the word to sword and life to death That man that sits within a monarches heart And ripens in the sun-shine of his fauor Would he abuse the countenance of the King Alacke what mischeefes might he set abroach In shadow of such greatnesse with you Lord bishop It is euen so who hath not heard it spoken How deepe you were within the bookes of God To vs the speaker in his parliament To vs th'imagine voice of God himselfe The very opener and intelligenâ—er Betweene the grace the sanctities of heauen And our dull workings O who shal beleeue But you misuse the reuerence of your place Imply the countenance and grace of heau'n As a false fauorite doth his princes name In deedes dishonorable you haue tane vp Vnder the counterfeited zeale of God The subiects of his substitute my father And both against the peace of heauen and him Haue here vpswarmd them Bishop Good my Lord of Lancaster I am not here against your fathers peace But as I told my lord of Westmerland The time misordred doth in common sense Crowd vs and crush vs to this monstrous forme To hold our safety vp I sent your grace The parcells and particulars of our griefe The which hath beene with scorne shoued from the court Whereon this Hidra sonne of warre is borne Whose dangerous eies may well be charmd asleepe With graunt of our most iust and right desires And true obedience of this madnes cured Stoope tamely to the foote of maiestie Mow If not we ready are to trie our fortunes To the last man Hast. And though we here fal downe We haue supplies to second our attempt If they miscarry theirs shal second them And so successe of mischiefe shall be borne And heire from heire shall hold his quarrell vp Whiles England shall haue generation Prince You are too shallow Hastings much too shallow To â—ound the bottome of the after times West Pleaseth your grace to answere them directly How far foâ—th you do like their articles Prince I like them all and do allow them well And sweare here by the honour of my bloud My fathers purposes haue beene mistooke And some about him haue too lauishly Wrested his meaning and authority My Lord these griefes shall be with sâ—â—â—ed redrest Vppon my soule they shal if this may please you Discharge your powers vnto their seuerall counties As we will ours and here betweene the armies Le ts drinke together friendly and embrace That all their eies may beaâ—e those tokens home Of our restored loue and amitie Bishop I take your princely word for these redresses I giue it you and will maintaine my word And therevpon I drinke vnto your grace Prince Go Captaine and deliuer to the armie This newes of peace let them haue pay and part I know it will well please them hie thee captaine Bishop To you my noble lord of Westmerland West I pledge your grace and if you knew what paines I haue bestowed to breed this present peace You would drinke freely but my loue to ye Shall shew it selfe more openly hereafter Bishop I do not doubt you â—â—st I am glad of it Health to my Lord and gentle cosin Mowbray Mow. You wish me health in very happy season For I am on the sodaine something ill Bishop Against ill chaunces men are euer mery But heauinesse fore-runnes the good euent West Therefore be mery coze since sodaine sorrow Serues to say thus some good thing comes to morow Bishop Beleeue me I am passing light in spirit Mow. So much the worse if your owne rule be true shout Prin. The word of peace is rendred heark how they showt Mow. This had bin cheerefull after victory Bishop A peace is of the nature of a conquest For then both parties nobly are subdued And neither party looser Prince Go my lord And let our army be discharged too And good my lord so please you let our traines March by vs that we may peruse the men VVe should haue coap't withall Bishop Go good Lord Hastings And ere they be dismist let them march by enter Westmerland Prince I trust Lords we shal lie to night togither Now coosin wherefore stands our army stil West The Leaders hauing charge from you to stand Wil not goe off vntil they heare you speake Prince They know their dueties enter Hastings Hastings My lord our army is disperst already Like youthfull steeres vnyoakt they take their courses East weast north south or like a schoole broke vp Each hurries toward his home and sporting place West Good tidings my lord Hastings
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
of Lancaster against the Archbishop and the Earle of Northumberland Iohn Yea I thanke your prety sweet witte for it but looke you pray all you that kisse my lady Peace at home that our armies ioyne not in a hote day for by the Lord I take but two shirts out with me and I meane not to sweate extraordinarily if it be a hot day I brandish any thing but a bottle I would I might neuer spit white again there is not a dangerous action can peepe out his head but I am thrust vpon it Wel I cannot last euer but it was alway yet the tricke of our English nation if they haue a good thing to make it too common If yee will needs say I am an olde man you should giue me rest I would to God my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is I were better to be eaten do death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetuall motion Lord Well be honest be honest and God blesse your expedition Iohn Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to furnish me forth Lord Not a penny not a penny you are too impatient to beare crosses fare you well commend mee to my coosine Westmerland Iohn If I do fillip me with a three man beetle A man can no more separate age and couetousnesse than a can part yong limbs and lechery but the gowt galles the one and the pox pinches the other and so both the degrees preuent my curses boy Boy Sir Iohn What money is in my purse Boy Seuen groates and two pence Iohn I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse borrowing onely lingers and lingers it out but the disease is incurable Go beare this letter to my lord of Lancaster this to the Prince this to the Earle of Westmerland and this to olde mistris Vrsula whome I haue weekely sworne to marry since I perceiud the first white haire of my chin about it you know where to finde me a pox of this gowt or a gowt of this pox for the one or the other playes the rogue with my great toe T is no matter if I doe hault I haue the warres for my color and my pension shal seeme the more reasonable a good wit will make vse of any thing I will turne diseases to commoditie Exeunt Enter th' Archbishop Thomas Mowbray Earle Marshall the Lord Hastings Fauconbridge and Bardolfe Bishop Thus haue you heard our cause and knowne our meanes And my most noble friends I pray you al Speake plainely your opinions of our hopes And first Lord Marshall what say you to it Marsh. I well allow the occasion of our armes But gladly would be better satisfied How in our meanes we should aduance ourselues To looke with forehead bold and big enough Vpon the power and puissance of the King Hast. Ou◠〈…〉 musters grow vpon the file To fiue aâ—d tweâ—ty thousand men of choise And our supplies liue largely in the hope Of great Northumberland whose bosome burnes With an incensed fire of iniuries Bard. The question then Lord Hastings standeth thus Whether our present fiue and twentie thousand May hold vp head without Northumberland Hast. With him we may Bard. Yea mary there 's the point But if without him we be thought too feeble My iudgement is we should not step too far Bish. T is very true lord Bardolfe for indeede It was yong Hot-spurs cause at Shrewsbury Bard. It was my Lord who lined himselfe with hope Eating the ayre and promise of supplie Flattring himselfe in proiect of a power Much smaller then the smallest of his thoughts And so with great imagination Proper to mad-men led his powers to death And winking leapt into destruction Hast. But by your leaue it neuer yet did hurt To lay downe likelihoods and formes of hope Bard. We fortifie in paper and in figures Vsing the names of men in steed of men Like on that drawes the model of an house Beyond his power to build it who halfe thorough Giues ore and leaues his part-created cost A naked subiect to the weeping clowdes And waste for churlish winters tyrannie Hast. Grant that our hopes yet likely of faire birth Should be stil borne and that we now possest The vtmost man of expectation I thinke we are so body strong enough Euen as we are to equal with the King Bard. What is the King but â—iue and twenty thousand Hast. To vs no more nay not so much 〈◊〉 Bardolfe For his diuisions as the times do brawle And in three heads one power against the French And one against Glendower perforce a third Must take vp vs so is the vnfirme King In three diuided and his coffers sound With hollow pouertie and emptinesse Bish. That he should draw his seuerall strengths togither And come against vs in full puissance Need not to be dreaded Hast. If he should do so French and Welch he leaues his back vnarmde they baying him at the heeles neuer feare that Bar. Who is it like should leade his forces hither Hast. The Duke of Lancaster and Westmerland Against the Welsh himself and Harry Monmouth But who is substituted against the French I haue no certaine notice Bish. Shall we go draw our numbers and set on Hast. We are Times subiects and Time bids be gone ex Enter Hostesse of the Tauerne and an Officer or two Hostesse Master Phang haue you entred the action Phang It is entred Host. Where 's your yeoman i st a lusty yeoman wil a stand too 't Phang Sirra where 's Snare Host. O Lord I good master Snare Snare Here here Phang Snare we must arest sir Iohn Falstaffe Host. Yea good master Snare I haue entred him and all Snare It may chaunce cost some of vs our liues for he will stabbe Host. Alas the day take heed of him he stabd me in mine owne house most beastly in good faith a cares not what mischiefe he does if his weapon be out he will foyne like any diuell he will spare neither man woman nor child Phang If I can close with him I care not for his thrust Host. No nor I neither le be at your elbow Phang And I but fist him once and a come but within my view Host. I am vndone by his going I warrant you hee s an infinitiue thing vppon my score good maister Phang holde him sure good master Snare let him not scape a comes continually to Pie corner sauing your manhoods to buy a saddle and he is indited to dinner to the Lubbers head in Lumbert streete to master Smooths the silk man I pray you since my exion is entred and my case so openly knowne to the worlde let him be brought in to his answer a hundred marke is a long one for a poore lone woman to beare and I haue borne and borne and borne and haue bin fubd off and fubd off and fubd off from this day to that day that it is a shame to be thought on there is no honesty