may salve The long-grown Wounds of my intemperature If not the end of Life cancels all Bands And I will dye a hundred thousand deaths E'er break the smallest parcel of this Vow King A hundred thousand Rebles die in this Thou shalt have Charge and Soveraign Trust herein Enter Blunt How now good Blunt thy looks are full of speed Blunt So hath the business that I come to speak of Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word That Dowglas and the English Rebels met The eleventh of this Month at Shrewsbury A mighty and a fearful Head they are If promises be kept on every hand As ever offered foul play in a State King The Earl of Westmerland set forth to day With him my Son Lord John of Lancaster For this Advertisement is five days old On Wednesday next Harry thou shalt set forward On Thursday we our selves will march Our meeting is Bridgenorth And Harry you shall march Through Glocester-shire By which account Our business valued some twelve days hence Our general Forces at Bridgenorth shall meet Our hands are full of business Let 's away Advantage feeds them fat while Men delay Exeunt SCENE III. Enter Falstaff and Bardolph Falst Bardolph am I not faln away vilely since this last action Do I not bate do I not dwindle Why my skin hangs about me like an old Ladies loose Gown I am withered like an old Apple John Well I 'll repent and that suddenly while I am in some liking I shall be out of Heart shortly and then I shall have no strength to repent And I have not forgotten what the in-side of a Church is made of I am a Pepper Corn a Brewers Horse The in-side of a Church Company villanous Company hath been the spoil of me Bard. Sir John you are so freful you cannot live long Falst Why there it is Come sing me a bawdy Song make me merry I was as virtuously given as a Gentleman need to be virtuous enough swore little Dic'd not above seven times a week went to a Bawdy-house not above once in a quarter of an hour paid money that I borrowed three or four times lived well and in good compass And now I live out of all order out of compass Bard. Why you are so fat Sir John that you must needs be out of all compass out of all reasonable compass Sir John Falst Do thou amend thy Face and I 'll amend my Life Thou art our Admiral thou bearest the Lantern in the Poop but 't is in the Nose of thee thou art the Knight of the burning Lamp Bard. Why Sir John my Face does you no harm Falst No I 'll be sworn I make as good use of it as many a Man doth of a Deaths-Head or a Memento Mori I never see thy Face but I think upon Hell Fire when thou rann'st up Gads-hill in the night to catch my Horse if I did not think thou hadst been an Ignis fatuus or a Ball of Wild-fire there 's no purchase in Money O thou art a perpetual Triumph an everlasting Bone-fire-light thou hast saved me a thousand Marks in Links and Torches walking with thee in the night betwixt Tavern and Tavern But the Sack that thou hast drunk me would have bought me light as good cheap at the dearest Chandlers in Europe I have maintain'd that Salamander of yours with fire any time this two and thirty years Heaven reward me for it Bard. I would my Face were in your belly Falst So should I be sure to be heart-burn'd Enter Hostess How now Dame Parlet the Hen have you enquir'd yet who pick'd my Pocket Hostess Why Sir John what do you think Sir John do you think I keep Thieves in my House I have search'd I have enquir'd so has my Husband Man by Man Boy by Boy Servant by Servant The tight of a Hair was never lost in my House before Falst Ye lye Hostess Bardolph was shav'd and lost many a Hair and I 'll be sworn my Pocket was pick'd go to you are a Woman go Hostess Who I I defie thee I was never so call'd so in mine own House before Falst Go to I know you well enough Hostess No Sir John You do not know me Sir John I know you Sir John You owe me Money Sir John and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it I bought you a dozen of Shirts to your back Falst Dowlas filthy Dowlas I have given them away to Bakers Wives and they have made Boulters of them Hostess Now as I am a true Woman Holland of eight shillings an Ill You owe Money here besides Sir John for your Diet and by-Drinkings and Money lent you four and twenty pounds Falst He had his part of it let him pay Hostess He alas he is poor he hath nothing Falst How poor look upon his face What call you rich Let him coyn his Nose let him coyn his Cheeks I 'll not pay a Denier What will you make a Yonker of me Shall I not take mine ease in mine Inn but I shall have my Pocket pick'd I have lost a Seal-Ring of my Grandfathers worth forty Mark Hostess I have heard the Prince tell him I know not how oft that that Ring was Copper Falst How the Prince is a Jack a Sneak-Cup and if he were here I would cudgel him like a Dog if he would say so Enter the Prince marching and Falstaff meets him playing on his Trunchion like a Fise Falst How now Lad is the wind in that Door Must we all march Bard. Yea two and two Newgate fashion Host My Lord I pray you hear me Prince What say'st thou Mistress Quickly How does thy Husband I love him well he is an honest Man Hostess Good my Lord hear me Falst Prethee let her alone and list to me Prince What say'st thou Jack Falst The other night I fell asleep here behind the Arras and had my Pocket pickt This House is turn'd Bawdy-house they pick Pockets Prince What didst thou lose Jack Falst Wilt thou believe me Hal Three or four Bonds of forty pound a piece and a Seal-Ring of my Grand-fathers Prince A trifle some eight-penny matter Host So I told him my Lord and I said I heard your Grace say so And my Lord he speaks most vilely of you like a foul-mouth'd Man as he is and said he would cudgel you Prince What he did not Host There 's neither Faith Truth nor Woman-hood in me else Fal. There 's no more faith in thee than in a stude Prune nor no more truth in thee than in a drawn Fox and for Woman-hood Maid-Marian may be the Deputies Wife of the Ward to thee Go you nothing go Host Say what thing what thing Falst What thing why a thing to thank Heaven on Host I am nothing to thank Heaven on I would thou shouldst know it I am an honest Man's Wife and setting thy Knighthood aside thou art a Knave to call me so Falst Setting thy Womanhood aside thou art a Beast to say
smother up his Beauty from the World That when he please again to be himself Being wanted he may be more wondred at By breaking through the foul and ugly Mists So when this loose Behaviour I throw off And pay the debt I never promised By how much better than my Word I am Bo so much shall I falsifie mens Hopes And like bright Metal on a sullen groud My Reformation glittering o're my Fault Shall shew more goodly and attract more Eyes Than that which hath no soyl to set it off I 'll so offend to make Offence a skill Redeeming time when men think least I will SCENE III. Enter the King Northumberland Worcester Hotspur Sir Walter Blunt and others King My blood hath been too cold and temperate Unapt to stir at these Indignities And you have found me for accordingly You tread upon my Patience But be sure I will from henceforth rather be my self Mighty and to be fear'd then my condition Which hath been smooth as Oyl soft as young Down And therefore lost the Title of Respect Which the proud ne're pays but to the proud Wor. Our House my Soveraign Liege little deserves The scourge of Greatness to be used on it And that same Greatness too which our own hands Have holp to make so portly Nor. My Lord. King Worcester get thee gone for I do see Danger and Disobedience in thine Eye O Sir your Presence is too bold and peremptory And Majesty might never yet endure The moody Frontier of a Servant brow You have good leave to leave us When we need Your use and counsel we shall send for you You were about to speak North. Yea my good Lord. Those Prisoners in your Highness Name demanded Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took Were as he says not with such strength deny'd As was delivered to your Majesty Who either through envy or misprision Was guilty of this fault and not my Son Hot. My Liege I did deny no Prisoners But I remember when the fight was done When I was dry with Rage and extream Toyl Breathless and faint leaning upon my Sword Came there a certain Lord neat and trimly drest Fresh as a Bride-groom and his Chin new reapt Shew'd like a stubble Land at Harvest home He was perfumed like a Milliner And 'twixt his Finger and his Thumb he held A Civit-Box which ever and anon He gave his Nose and took 't away again Who therewith angry when it next came there Took it in Snuff And still he smil'd and tlak'd And as the Soldiers bare dead Bodies by He call'd them untaught Knaves Unmannerly To bring a slovenly unhandsome Coarse Betwixt the wind and his Nobility With many Holiday and Lady terms He question'd me Among the rest demanded My Prisoners in your Majesties behalf I then all-smarting with my Wounds being cold To be so pestered with a Popingay Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly I know not what He should or should not For he made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet And talk so like a Waiting-Gentlewoman Of Guns and Drums and Wounds God save the mark And telling me the Soveraign'st thing on Earth Was Parmacity for an inward Bruise And that it was great pity so it was That Villanous Salt-peter should be digg'd Out of the Bowels of the harmless Earth Which many a good tall Fellow had destroy'd So cowardly And but for these vile Guns He would himself have been a Souldier This bald unjointed Chat of his my Lord Made me to answer indirectly as I said And I beseech you let not this Report Come currant for an Accusation Betwixt my Love and your high Majesty Blunt The Circumstance considered good my Lord What ever Harry Percy then had said To such a person and in such a Place At such a time with all the rest retold May reasonably die and never rise To do him wrong or any way impeach What then he said so he unsay it now King Why yet he doth deny his Prisoners But with Proviso and Exception That we at our own Charge shall ransom streight His Brother-in-law the foolish Mortimer Who in my Soul hath wilfully betray'd The lives of those that he did lead to Fight Against the great Magician damn'd Glendower Whose Daughter as we hear the Earl of March Hath lately married Shall our Coffers then Be emptied to redeem a Traitor home Shall we buy Treason and indent with Fears No on the barren Mountains let him starve For I shall never hold that Man my Friend Whose Tongue shall ask me for one penny cost To ransom home revolted Mortimer Hot. Revolted Mortimer He never did fall off my Soveraign Liege But by the Chance of War to prove that true Needs no more but one Tongue For all those Wounds Those mouthed Wounds which valiantly he took When on the gentle Severn's Sedgie Bank In single opposition hand to hand He did confound the best part of an hour In changing hardiment with great Glendower Three times they breath'd and three times did they drink Upon agreement of swift Severn's Flood Who then affrighted with their Bloody looks Ran fearfully among the trembling Reeds And hid his crisped-head in a hollow Bank Blood-stained with these valiant Combatants Never did base and rotten policy Colour her working with such deadly Wounds Nor never could the noble Mortimer Receive so many and all willingly Then let him not be slander'd with Revolt King Thou do'st belye him Percy thou do'st belye him He never did encounter with Glendower I tell thee he durst as well have met the Devil alone As Owen Glendower for an Enemy Art thou not asham'd But Sirrah henceforth Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer Send me your Prisoners with the speediest means Or you shall hear in such a kind from me As will displease ye My Lord Northumberland We license your departure with your Son Send us your Prisoners or you 'll hear of it Exit King Hot. And if the Devil come and roar for them I will not send them I will after streight And tell him so for I will ease my Heart Although it be with hazard of my Head Nor. What drunk with Choller stay and pause a while Here comes your Uncle Enter Worcester Hot. Speak of Mortimer Yes I will speak of him and let my Soul Want mercy if I do not joyn with him In his behalf I 'll empty all those Veins And shed my dear Blood drop by drop i' th' dust But I will lift the downfaln Mortimer As high i' th' Air as this unthankful King And this ingrate and cankred Ballingbrook Nor. Brother the King hath made your Nephew mad Wor. Who strook this heat up after I was gone Hot. He will forsooth have all my Prisoners And when I urg'd the Ransom once again Of my Wives Brother then his cheek look'd pale And on my Face he turn'd an Eye of death Trembling even at the Name of Mortimer Wor. I cannot blame him was he not
Dials point Still ending at the arrival of an hour And if we live we live to tread on Kings If dye brave death when Princes dye with us Now for our Consciences the Arms is fair When the intent for bearing them is just Enter another Messenger Mes My Lord prepare the King comes on apace Hot. I thank him that he cuts me off from my tale For I profess not talking Only this Let each man do his best And here I draw my Sword Whose worthy temper I intend to stain With the best blood that I can meet withall In the Adventure of this perillous day Now Esperance Percy and set on Sound all the lofty Instruments of War And by that Musick let us all embrace For Heaven to Earth some of us never shall A second time do such a courtesie They embrace the Trumpets sound the King entreth with his Power alarm unto the Battel Then enter Dowglas and Sir Walter Blunt Blu. What is thy Name that in Battel thus thou crossest me What Honour doest thou seek upon my Head Dow. Know then my name is Dowglas And do haunt thee in the Battel thus Because some tell me that thou art a King Blunt They tell thee true Dow. The Lord of Stafford here to day hath bought Thy likeness for instead of thee King Harry This Sword hath ended him so shall it thee Unless thou yield thee as a Prisoner Blu. I was not born to yield thou haughty Scot And thou shalt find a King that will revenge Lord Stafford's death Fight Blunt is slain then enters Hotspur Hot. O Dowglas hadst thou sought at Holmedon thus I never had triumphed o're a Scot. Dow. All 's done all 's won here breathless lies the King Hot. Where Dow. Here. Hot. This Dowglas No I know this face full well A gallant Knight he was his name was Blunt Semblably furnish'd like the King himself Dow. Ah fool go with thy Soul whither it goes A borrowed Title hast thou bought too dear Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a King Hot. The King hath many marching in his Coats Dow. Now by my Sword I will kill all his Coats I 'll murther all his Wardrobe piece by piece Untill I meet the King Hot. Up and away Our Souldiers stand full fairly for the day Exeunt Alarm and enter Falstaff solus Fal. Though I could scape shot-free at London I fear the shot here here 's no scoring but upon the pate Soft who art thou Sir Walter Blunt there 's Honour for you here 's no Vanity I am as hot as moulten Lead and as heavy too Heaven keep Lead out of me I need no more weight than mine own Bowels I have led my Rag of Muffians where they are pepper'd There 's not three of 150 left alive and they for the Towns end to beg during Life But who comes here Enter Prince Prin. What stand'st thou idle here lend me thy Sword Many a Noble Man lies stark and stiff Under the hooves of vaunting Enemies Whose deaths are unreveng'd Prethee lend me thy Sword Fal. O Hal I prethee give me leave to breathe a while Turk Gregory never did such deeds in Arms as I have done this day I have pay'd Percy I have made him sure Prin. He is indeed and living to kill thee I prethee lend me thy Sword Falst Nay Hal if Percy be alive thou get'st not my Sword but take my Pistol if thou wilt Prin. Give it me What is it in the Case Fal. I Hal 't is hot There 's that will Sack a City The Prince draws out a Bottle of Sack Prin. What is it a time to jest and dally now Exit Throws it at him Falst If Percy be alive I 'll pierce him if he do come in my way so If he do not if I come in his willingly let him make a Carbonado of me I like not such grinning Honour as Sir Walter hath Give me life which if I can save so if not Honour comes unlook'd for and there 's an end Exit SCENE III. Enter Hotspur Hot. If I mistake not thou art Harry Monmouth Prin. Thou speakest as if I would deny my Name Hot. My Name is Harry Percy Prin. Why then I see a very valiant Rebel of that Name I am the Prince of Wales and think not Percy To share with me in glory any more Two Stars keep not their motion in one Sphere Nor can one England brook a double Reign Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales Hot. Nor shall it Harry for the Hour is come To end the one of us and would to Heaven Thy Name in Arms were now as great as mine Prin. I 'll make it greater e're I part from thee And all the budding Honours on thy Crest I 'll crop to make a Garland for my Head Hot. I can no longer brook thy Vanities Fight Enter Falstaff Fal. Well said Hal to it Hal. Nay you shall find no Boys play here I can tell you Enter Dowglas he fights with Falstaff who falls down as if he is dead The Prince killeth Percy Hot. Oh Harry thou hast rob'd me of my Youth I better brook the loss of bitter Life Than those proud Titles thou hast won of me They wound my Thoughts worse than the Sword my Flesh But thought 's the slave of Life and Life Time's Fool And Time that takes survey of all the World Must have a stop O I could Prophesie But that the Earth and the cold hand of death Lyes on my Tongue No Percy thou art dust And food for Prin. For Worms brave Percy Farewel great Heart Ill-weav'd Ambition how much art thou shrunk When that this Body did contain a Spirit A Kingdom for it was too small a bound But now two paces of the vilest Earth Is room enough This Earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a Gentleman Adieu and take thy Praise with thee to Heaven Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the Grave But not remembred in thy Epitaph What Old Acquaintance Could not all this flesh Keep in a little life Poor Jack farewel I could have better spar'd a better Man O I should have a heavy miss of thee If I were much in love with Vanity Death hath not stuck so fat a Dear to day Tho' many dearer in this bloody Fray Imbowell'd will I see thee by and by Till then in blood by Noble Percy lye Exit Falstaff riseth up Falst Imbowelled if thou imbowel me to day I 'll give you leave to powder me and eat me too to morrow 'T was time to counterfeit or that hot Termagant Scot had paid me Scot and Lot too Counterfeit I am no Counterfeit to dye is to be a Counterfeit for he is but the Counterfeit of a Man who hath not the Life of a Man But to counterfeit dying when a Man thereby liveth is to be no Counterfeit but the true and perfect Image of Life indeed The better part of Valour is Discretion in the which better part I have saved my Life I am afraid of this Gun-powder Percy though he be dead How if he should counterfeit too and rise I am afraid he would prove the better Counterfeit Therefore I 'll make him sure yea and I 'll swear I have kill'd him Why may not he rise as well as I Nothing confutes me but Eyes and no body sees me Therefore Sirrah with a new Wound in your thigh come you along with me Takes Hotspur on his back Enter Prince and John of Lancaster Prin. Come Brother John full bravely hast thou flesh'd thy Maiden Sword John But soft who have we here Did you not tell me this fat Man was dead Prin. I did I saw him dead Breathless and bleeding on the ground Art thou alive Or is it Fantasie that plays upon our Eye-sight I prethee speak we will not trust our Eyes Without our Ears Thou art not what thou seem'st Falst No that 's certain I am not a Double Man but if I am not Jack Falstaff then am I a Jack There is Percy if your Father will do me any Honour so if not let him kill the next Percy himself I look either to be Earl or Duke I can assure you Prin. Why Percy I kill'd my self and saw thee dead Fal. Did'st thou Lord Lord how the world is given to Lying I grant you I was down and out of Breath and so was he but we rose both at an instant and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury Clock if I may be believed so if not let them that should reward Valour bear the sin upon their own heads I 'll take 't on my death I gave him this wound in the Thigh if the man were alive and would deny it I would make him eat a piece of my Sword John This is the strangest tale that e're I heard Prin. This is the strangest Fellow Brother John Come bring your luggage nobly on your back For my part if a lye may do thee grace I 'll gild it with the happiest terms I have A Rereat is sounded The Trumpets sound Retreat the day is ours Come Brother let 's to the highest of the Field To see what Friends are living who are dead Exeunt Fal. I 'll follow as they say for Reward He that rewards me Heaven reward him If I do grow great again I 'll grow less for I 'll purge and leave Sack and live cleanly as a Noble man should do Exit SCENE IV. The Trumpets Sound Enter King Prince of Wales Lord John of Lancaster Earl of Westmerland with Worcester and Vernon Prisoners King Thus ever did Rebellion find Rebuke Ill-spirited Worcester did we not send Grace Pardon and terms of Love to all of you And would'st thou turn our Offers contrary Wor. What I have done my safety urg'd me to And I embrace this Fortune patiently Since not to be avoided it falls on me King Bear Worcester to death and Vernon too Other Offenders we will pause upon Exit Worcester and Vernon King Then this remains that we divide our Power You Son John and my Cousin Westmerland Towards York shall bend you with your dearest speed To meet Northumherland and the Prelate Scroop Who as we here are busily in Arms. My self and Son Harry will towards Wales To fight with Glendower and the Earl of March Rebellion in this Land shall lose his way Meeting the Check of such another day And since this business so far is done Let us not leave till all our own be won Exeunt FINIS
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
proclaim'd By Richard that dead is the next of Blood Nor. He was I heard the Proclamation And then it was when the unhappy King Whose wrongs in us God pardon did set forth Upon his Irish Expedition From whence he intercepted did return To be depos'd and shortly murthered Wor. And for whose Death we in the Worlds wide mouth Live so scandaliz'd and foully spoken of Hot. But soft I pray you did King Richard then Proclaim my Brother Mortimer Heir to the Crown Nor. He did my self did hear it Hot. Nay then I cannot blame his Cousin King That wish'd him on the barren Mountains starv'd But shall it be that you that set the Crown Upon the Head of this forgetful Man And for his sake wore the detested Blot Of murtherous Subornations shall it be That you a world of Curses undergo Being the Agents or base second Means The Cords the Ladder or the Hangman rather O pardon if that I descend so low To shew the Line and the Predicament Wherein you range under this subtle King Shall it for shame be spoken in these Days Or fill up Chronicles in time to come That Men of your Nobility and Power Did gage them both in an unjust behalf As both of you God pardon it have done To put down Richard that sweet lovely Rose And plant this Thorn this Cancker Bullingbrook And shall it in more shame be further spoken That you are fool'd discarded and shook off By him for whom these Shames ye underwent No yet time serves wherein you may redeem Your banish'd Honours and restore your selves Into the good Thoughts of the World again Revenge the jeering and disdain'd Contempt Of this proud King who studies day and night To answer all the Debt he owes unto you Even with the bloody Payments of your Deaths Therefore I say Wor. Peace Cousin say no more And now I will unclasp a secret Book And to your quick conveying Discontents I 'le read your Matter deep and dangerous As full of peril and adventurous Spirit As to o're-walk a Current roaring loud On the unstedfast footing of a Spear Hot. If he fall in good night or sink or swim Send danger from the East unto the West So Honour cross in from the North to South And let them grapple The Blood more stirs To rowze a Lyon than to start a Hare Nor. Imagination of some great Exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of Patience Hot. By Heaven methinks it were an easie leap To pluck bright Honour from the pale-fac'd Moon Or dive into the bottom of the deep Where Fadom-line could never touch the ground And pluck up drown'd Honour by the Locks So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without Co-rival all her Dignities But out upon this half-fac'd Fellowship Wor. He apprehends a world of Figures here But not the Form of what he should attend Good Cousin give me audience for a while And list to me Hot. I cry you mercy Wor. Those same Noble Scots That are your Prisoners Hot. I 'll keep them all By Heaven he shall not have a Scot of them No if a Scot would save his Soul he shall not I 'll keep them by this Hand Wor. You start away And lend no ear unto my Purposes Those Prisoners you shall keep Hot. Nay I will that 's flat He said he would not Ransom Mortimer Forbad my Tongue to speak of Mortimer But I will find him when he lies a sleep And in his Ear I ll holla Mortimer Nay I 'll have a Starling shall be taught to speak Nothing but Mortimer and give it him To keep his anger still in motion Wor. Hear you Cousin A word Hot. All Studies here I solemnly defie Save how to gall and pinch this Bullingbrook And that same Sword and Backler Prince of Wales But that I think his Father loves him not And would be glad he met with some Mischance I would have poyson'd him with a pot of Ale Wor. Farewell Kinsman I 'll talk to you When you are temperd to attend Nor. Why what a wasp-tongu'd and impatient Fool Art thou to break into this Womans mood Tying thine Ear to no Tongue but thine own Hot. Why look you I am whipt and scourg'd with rods Netled and stung with Pismires when I hear Of this vile Politician Bullingbrook In Richard's time What de' ye call the place A plague upon 't it is in Glocester-shire 'T was where the madcap Duke his Uncle kept His Uncle York where I first bow'd my Knee Unto the King of Smiles this Bullingbrook When you and he came back from Ravenspurg Nor. At Berkley Castle Hot. You say true Why what a gaudy deal of Curtesie This fawning Gray-hound then did proffer me Look when his infant Fortune came to age And gentle Harry Percy and kind Cousin O the Devil take such Cozeners God forgive me Good Uncle tell your tale for I have done Wor. Nay if you have not to 't again We 'll stay your leisure Hot. I have done insooth Wor. Then once more to your Scottish Prisoners Deliver them up without their Ransom streight And make the Dowglas Son your only mean For Powers in Scotland Which for divers Reasons Which I shall send you written he assur'd Will easily be granted to you my Lord. Your Son in Scotland being thus employ'd Shall secretly in the bosom creep Of that same noble Prelate well belov'd The Arch-Bishop Hot. Of York is 't not Wor. True who bears hard His Brothers death at Bristow the Lord Scroop I speak not this in estimation As what I think might be but what I know Is ruminated plotted and set down And only stays but to behold the face Of that occasion that shall bring it on Hot. I smell it Upon my Life it will do wondrous well Nor. Before the game 's a foot thou still lett'st slip Hot. Why it cannot choose but be a noble Plot And then the Power of Scotland and of York To joyn with Mortimer Ha. Wor. And so they shall Hot. In faith it is exceeding well aim'd Wor. And 't is no little Reason bids us speed To save our Heads by raising of a Head For bear our selves as even as we can The King will always think him in our debt And think we think our selves unsatisfied Till he hath found a time to pay us home And see already how he doth begin To make us strangers to his looks of love Hot. He does he does we 'll be reveng'd on him Wor. Cousin farewel No further go in this Than I by Letters shall direct your course When time is ripe which will be suddenly I 'll steal to Glendower and lo Mortimer Where you and Dowglas and our Powers at once As I will fashion it shall happily meet To bear our Fortunes in our own strong Arms Which now we hold at much uncertainty Nor. Farewell good Brother we shall thrive I trust Hot. Uncle adieu O let Hours be short Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport Exit