Heard he the good newes yet tell it him Hum. He altred much vpon the hearing it Prince If he be sicke with ioy hee le recouer without phisicke War Not so much noyse my Lords sweete prince speake lowe the King your father is disposde to sleepe Cla. Let vs withdraw into the other roome War Wilt please your Grace to go along with vs Prince No I wil sit and watch heere by the King Why doth the Crowne he there vpon his pillow Being so troublesome a bedfellow O polisht perturbation golden care That keepst the ports of Slumber open wide To many a watchfull night sleepe with it now Yet not so sound and halfe so deeply sweete As he whose brow with homely biggen bound Snores out the watch of night O maiestie When thou dost pinch thy bearer thou dost sit Like a rich armour worne in heate of day That scaldst with safty by his gates of breath There lies a dowlny feather which stirs not Did he suspire that light and weightlesse dowlne Perforce must moue my gracious lord my father This sleepe is sound indeede this is a sleepe That from this golden Rigoll hath diuorst So many English Kings thy deaw from me Is teares and heauy sorowes of the blood Which nature loue and filiall tendernesse Shall O deare father pay thee plenteously My due from thee is this imperiall Crowne Which as immediate from thy place and blood Deriues it selfe to me loe where it sits Which God shal guard and put the worlds whole strength Into one giant arme it shal not force This lineal honor from me this from thee Will I to mine leaue as t is left to me exit Enter Warwicke Gloucester Clarence King Warwicke Gloucester Clarence Clar. Doth the King cal War What would your Maiestie King Why did you leaue me here alone my lords Cla. We left the prince my brother here my liege who vndertooke to sit and watch by you King The prince of Wales where is he let me see him he is not here War This doore is open he is gone this way Hum. He came not through the chamber where we staide King Where is the Crowne who took it from my pillow War When we withdrew my liege we left it here King The Prince hath tane it hence go seeke him out Is he so hastie that he doth suppose my sleepe my death Finde him my lord of Warwicke chide him hither This part of his conioynes with my disease And helps to end me see sonnes what things you are How quickly nature falls into reuolt When gold becomes her obiect For this the foolish ouer-carefull fathers Haue broke their sleepe with thoughts Their braines with care their bones with industry For this they haue ingrossed and pilld vp The cankred heapes of strange atcheeued gold For this they haue beene thoughtfull to inuest Their sonnes with arts and martiall exercises When like the bee toling from euery flower Our thigh packt with waxe our mouthes with hony We bring it to the hiue and like the bees Are murdred for our paines this bitter taste Yeelds his engrossements to the ending father Now where is he that will not stay so long Till his friend sicknesse hands determind me Enter Warwickâ— War My Lord I found the prince in the next roome Washing with kindly teares his gentle cheekes VVith such a deepe demeanour in great sorrow That tyranny which neuer quaft but bloud VVould by beholding him haue washt his knife VVith gentle eie-drops hee is comming hither Enter Harry King But wherefore did he take away the crowne Eâ—ewhere he comes come hither to me Harry Depart the chamber leaue vs here alone exeunt Harry I neuer thought to heare you speake againe King Thy wish was father Harry to that thought I stay too long by thee I weary thee Dost thou so hunger for mine emptie chaire That thou wilt needes inuest thee with my honors Before thy howre be ripe O foolish youth Thou seekst the greatnesse that will ouerwhelme thee Stay but a little for my clowd of dignity Is held from falling with so weake a wind That it will quickly drop my day is dim Thou hast stolne that which after some few houres VVere thine without offence and at my death Thou hast seald vp my expectation Thy life did manifest thou lou'dst me not And thou wilt haue me die assurde of it Thou hidst a thousand daggers in thy thoughts VVhom thou hast whetted on thy stony heart To stab at halfe an hower of my life VVhat canst thou not forbeare me halfe an hower Then get thee gone and digge my graue thy selfe And bid the mery bells ring to thine eare That thou art crowned not that I am dead Let all the teares that should bedew my hearse Be drops of Balme to sanctifie thy head Only compouud me with forgotten dust Giue that which gaue thee life vnto the wormes Plucke downe my officers breake my decrees For now a time is come to mocke at Forme Harry the fift is crownd vp vanitie Downe royall state all you sage counsailers hence And to the English Court assemble now From euery region apes of idlenesse Now neighbour confines purge you of your scumme Haue you a ruffin that will sweare drinke daunce Reuell the night rob murder and commit The oldest sinnes the newest kind of waies Be happy he will trouble you no more England shal double gild his trebble gilt England shall giue him office honour might For the fift Harry from curbd licence plucks The mussel of restraint and the wild dogge Shal flesh his tooth on euery innocent O my poore kingdome sicke with ciuill blowes VVhen that my care could not withhold thy riots VVhat wilt thou do when riot is thy care O thou wilt be a wildernesse againe Peopled with woolues thy old inhabitants Prince O pardon me my liege but for my teares The moist impediments vnto my speech I had forestald this deere and deep rebuke Ere you with griefe had spoke and I had heard The course of it so far there is your crowne And he that weares the crowne immortally Long gard it yours if I affect it more Then as your honour and as your renowne Let me no more from this obedience rise VVhich my most inward true and duteous spirit Teacheth this prostrate and exterior bending God witnesse with me When I here came in And found no course of breath within your maiesty How cold it strooke my heart if I do faine O let me in my present wildnesse die And neuer liue to shew th'incredulous world The noble change that I haue purposed Comming to looke on you thinking you dead And dead almost my liege to thinke you were I spake vnto this crowne as hauing fence And thus vpbraided it the care on thee depending Hath fed vpon the body of my father Therefore thou best of gold art worse then gold Other lesse fine in karrat more precious Preseruing life in medcine potable But thou most fine most honourd most renown'd Hast eate
take souldiers vp In Counties as you go Falstaffe Will you suppe with mee maister Gower Lord What foolish maister taught you these manners sir Iohn Falstaffe Maister Gower if they become me not hee was a foole that taught them mee this is the right fencing grace my Lord tap for tap and so part faire Lord Now the Lord lighten thee thou art a great foole Enter the Prince Poynes sir sâ—â—â— Russel with other Prince Before God I am exceeding weary Poynes I st come to that I had thought wearines durst not haue attacht one of so hie bloud Prince Faith it does me though it discolors the complexion of my greatnes to acknowledge it doth it not shew vildly in me to desire small beere Poynes Why a Prince should not be so loosely studied as to remember so weake a composition Prince Belike then my appetite was not princely gote for by my troth I do now remember the poor creature smal beere But indeed these humble considerations make me out of loue with my greatnesse What a disgrace is it to mee to remember thy name or to know thy face to morow or to take note how many paire of silke stockings thou hast with these and those that were thy peach colourd once or to beare the inuentorie of thy shirts as one for superfluitie and another for vse But that the Tennis court keeper knows better than I for it is a low eb of linnen with thee when thou keepest not racket there as thou hast not done a great while because the rest of the low Countries haue eate vp thy holland and God knows whether those that bal out the ruines of thy linnen shal inherite his kingdom but the Midwines say the children are not in the fault wherevpon the world increases and kinreds are mightily strengthened Poynes How ill it followes after you haue labored so hard you should talke so ydlely tell me how many good yong princes woulde doe so their fathers being so sicke as yours at this time is Prince Shall I tel thee one thing Poynes Poynes Yes faith and let it be an excellent good thing Prince It shall serue among wittes of no higher breeding then thine Poynes Go to I stand the push of your one thing that you will tell Prince Mary I tell thee it is not meete that I should bee sad now my father is sicke albeit I could tell to thee as to one it pleases me for fault of a better to call my friend I could be sad and sad indeede too Poynes Very hardly vpon such a subiect Prince By this hand thou thinkest me as farre in the diuels booke as thou and Falstaffe for obduracie and persistancie let the end trie the man but I tel thee my heart bleeds inwardly that my father is so sick and keeping such vile company as thou arte hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrowe Poynes The reason Prince What wouldst thou thinke of me if I should weep Poynes I woulde thincke thee a most princely hyprocrite Prince It would bee euery mans thought and thou arte a blessed felow to thinke as euery man thinkes neuer a mans thought in the world keepes the rode way better then thine euerie man would thinke me an hypocrite indeede and what accites your most worshipfull thought to thinke so Poynes Why because you haue been so lewd and so much engraffed to Falstaffe Prince And to thee Poyne By this light I am well spoke on I can heare it with mine owne â—ares the worst that they can say of me is that I am a second brother and that I am a proper fellow of my hands and those two things I confesse I cannot helpe by the masse here comes Bardolâ—e Enter Bardolfe and boy Prince And the boy that I gaue Falstaffe a had him from me Christian and looke if the â—at villaine haue not transformd him Ape Bard. God saue your grace Prince And yours most noble Bardolfe Poynes Come you vertuous asse you bashfull foole must you be blushing wherefore blush you now what a maidenly man at armes are you become i st such a matter to get a pottle-pots maidenhead Boy A calls me enow my Lord through a red lattice and I could discerne no part of his face from the window at last I spied his eies and me thought he had made two holes in the ale wiues petâ—cote and so peept through Prince Has not the boy profited Bard. Away you horson vpright rabble away Boy Away you rascally Altheas dreame away Prince Instruct vs boy what dreame boy Boy Mary my lord Althear dreampt she was deliuered of a firebrand and therefore I call him her dreame Prince A crownes worth of good interpretation there t is boy Poines O that this blossome could be kept from cankers well there is sixpence to preserue thee Bard. And you do not make him hangd among you the gallowes shall haue wrong Prince And how doth thy master Bardolfe Bard. Well my Lord he heard of your graces comming to towne there 's a letter for you Poynes Deliuerd with good respect and how doth the martlemasse your master Bard. In bodily health sir. Poynes Mary the immortall part needes a phisitian but that moues not him though that be sicke it dies not Prince I do allow this Wen to be as familiar with me as my dogge and he holds his place for looke you how he writes Poynes Iohn Falstaffe Knight euery man must know that as oft as he has occasion to name himselfe euen like those that are kin to the King for they neuer pricke their finger but they saye there 's some of the Kings bloud spilt how comes that saies he that takes vppon him not to conceiue the answer is as ready as a borowed cap I am the Kings poore cosin sir. Prince Nay they will be kin to vs or they will fetch it from Iaphet but the letter Sir Iohn Falstaffe knight to the sonne of the king nearest his father Harry prince of Wales greeting Poynes Why this is a certificate Prince Peace I will imitate the honourable Romanes in breuitie Poynes He sure meanes breuity in breath short winded I commend mee to thee I commend thee and I leaue thee be not too familiar with Poynes for he misuses thy fauours so much that he sweares thou art to mary his sister Nel repent at idle times as thou maist and so farwel Thine by yea and no which is as much as to say as thou vsest him Iacke Falstaffe with my family Iohn with my brothers and sisters and sir Iohn with all Europe Poynes My Lord I le steep this letter in sacke and make him eate it Prince That 's to make him eate twenty of his words but do you vse me thus Ned must I marrie your sister Poynes God send the wench no worse fortune but I never said so Prince Wel thus we play the fooles with the time and the spirits of the wise sit in the clowdes and mocke vs is your master here
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
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
be to forsweare thinpotations and to addict themselues to sacke How now Bardolfe Enter Barâ—olfe Bar. The army is disâ—harged all and gone Fal. Let them goe I le through Glostershire and there will I visit M. Robert Shallow Esquire I haue him already tempring betweene my finger and my thumb and shortly will I seale with him come away Enter the King Warwike Kent Thomas duke of Clarence Humphrey of Gloucester King Now lords if God doth giue successefull end To this debate that bleedeth at our doores We will our youth leade on to higher fields And draw no swords but what are sanctified Our nauie is addrest our power collected Our substitutes in absence wel inuested And euery thing lies leuell to our wish Only we want a little personal strength And pawse vs til these rebels now afoote Come vnderneath the yoke of gouernment War Both which we doubt not but your maiesty Shal soone enioy King Humphrey my sonne of Gloster where is the prince your brother Glo. I thinke hee s gone to hunt my lord at Winsor King And how accompanied Glo. I do not know my lord King Is not his brother Thomas of Clarence with him Glo. No my good lord he is in presence here Clar. What would my lord and father Kin Nothing but well to thee Thomas of Clarence How chance thou art not with the prince thy brother He loues thee and thou dost neglect him Thomas Thou hast a better place in his affection Then all thy brothers cherrish it my boy And noble offices thou maist effect Of mediation after I am dead Betweene his greatnesse and thy other brethren Therefore omit him not blunt not his loue Nor loose the good aduantage of his grace By seeming cold or carelesse of his will For he is gracious if he be obseru'de He hath a teare for pittie and a hand Open as day for meeting charitie Yet notwithstanding being incenst he is flint As humorous as winter and as sodaine As flawes congealed in the spring of day His temper therefore must be well obseru'd Chide him for faults and do it reuerently When you perceiue his bloud inclind to mirth But being moody giue him time and scope Till that his passions like a whale on ground Confound themselues with working learne this Thomas And thou shalt proue a shâ—lter to thy friends A hoope of gold to binde thy brothers in That the vnited vessell of their bloud Mingled with venome of suggestion As force perforce the age will powre it in Shall neuer leake though it doe worke as strong As Aconitum or rash gunpowder Cla. I shall obserue him with all care and loue King Why art thou not at Winsore with him Thomas Tho. He iâ— not there to day he dines in London King And how accompanied Tho. With Poâ—nes and other his continuall followers King Most subiect is the fattest soyle to weeds And he the noble image of my youth Is ouerspread with them therefore my griefe Stretches it selfe beyond the howre of death The bloud weepes from my heart when I do shape In formes imaginary th'unguyded daies And rotten times that you shall looke vpon When I am sleeping with my auncestors For when his head-strong riot hath no curbe VVhen rage and hot bloud are his counsellors VVhen meanes and lauish manners meete together Oh with what wings shal his affections she Towards fronting peril and opposde decay War My gracious Lord you looke beyond him quite The prince but studies his companions Like a strange tongue wherein to gaine the language T is needfull that the most immodest word Be lookt vpon and learnt which once attaind Your highnesse knowes comes to no further vse But to be knowne and hated so like grosse termes The prince will in the perfectnesse of time Cast off his followers and their memory Shall as a pattern or a measure liue By which his grace must mete the liues of other Turning past-euils to aduantages King T is seldome when the bee doth leaue her comb In the dead carion whoâ—s here Westmerland Enter Westmerland West Health to my soueraigne and new happinesse Added to that that I am to deliuer Prince Iohn your sonne doth kisse your graces hand Mowbray the Bishop Scroope Pastings and al Are brought to the correction of your law There is not now a rebels sword vnsheathd But Peace puts forth her oliue euery where The manner how this action hath bin borne Here at more leisure may your highnesse reade With euery course in his particular King O Westmerland thou art a summer bird VVhich euer in the haunch of winter sings The lifting up of day looke here 's more newes enter Harcoâ— Harâ— From enemies heauens keep your maiesty And when they stand against you may they fall As those that I am come to tell you of The Earle Northumberland and the Lord Bardolfe With a great power of English and of Scots Are by the shrieue of Yorkshire ouerthrowne The manner and true order of the fight This packet please it you containes at large Ki. And wherfore should these good news make me sicke Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full But wet her faire words stil in foulest termes She either giues a stomach and no foode Such are the poore in health or else a feast And takes away the stomach such are the rich That haue aboundance and enioy it not I should reioyce now at this happy newes Aud now my sight failes and my braine is giddy O me come neare me now I am much ill Hum. Comfort your maiesty Clar. O my royall father West My soueraigne Lord cheere vp your selfe look vp War Be patient princes you do know these fits Are with his highnesse very ordinary Stand from him giue him ayre hee l straight be wel Clar. No no he cannot long hold out these pangs Thâ—incessant care and labour of his mind Hath wrought the Mure that should confine it in So thin that life lookes through Hum. The people feare me for they do obserue Vnfather'd heires and lothly births of nature The seasons change their manners as the yeere Had found some moneths a sleepe and leapt them ouer Clar. The riuer hath thrice flowed no ebbe between And the old folk Times doting chronicles Say it did so a little time before That our great grandsire Edward sickt and died War Speake lower princes for the King recouers Hum. This apoplexi wil certaine be his end King I pray you take me vp and beare me hence Into some other chamber Let there be no noyse made my gentle friends Vnlesse some dull and fauourable hand Will whisper musique to my weary spirite War Call for the musique in the other roome King Set me the crowne vpon my pillow here Clar. His eie is hollow and he changes much War Lesse noyse lesse noyse Enter Harry Prince Who saw the duke of Clarence Clar. I am here brother ful of heauinesse Prince How now raine within doores and none abroad How doth the King Hum. Exceeding ill Prince