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
not see him Iustice What 's hee that goes there seru. Falstaâ—fe and 't please your lordship Iust. He that was in question for the rob'ry seru. He my Lord but he hath since done good seruice at Shrewsbury as heare is now going with some charge to the lord Iohn of â—ancaster Iust. What to Yorke call him backe againe seru. Sir Iohn Falstaffe Iohn Boy tell him I am deafe Boy You must speake lowder my master is deafe Iust. I am sure he is to the hearing of any thing good goe plucke him by the elbow I must speake with him seru. Sir Iohn Falst. What a yong knaue and begging is there not wars is there not employment doth not the King lacke subiects do not the rebels need souldiers though it be a shame to be on any side but one it is worse shame to beg then to be on the worst side were it worse then the name of Rebellion can tell how to make it seru. You mistake me sir. Iohn Why sir did I say you were an honest man setting my knighthood and my souldiership aside I had lied in my throat if I had said so seru. I pray you sir then set your knighthood and your soldiership aside and giue me leaue to tell you you lie in your throate if you say I am any other then an honest man Iohn I giue thee leaue to tell me so I lay aside that which growes to me if thou getst any leaue of me hang me if thou takst leaue thou wert better be hangd you hunt couÌ„ter hence auaunt seru. Sir my Lord would speake with you Iust. Siâ— Iohn Falstaffe a word with you Falst. My good Lord God giue your lordship good time of day I am glad to see your lordship abroade I heard say your lordship was sicke I hope your lordship goes abroade by aduise your lordship though not clean past your youth haue yet some smack of an aguein you some relish of the saltnes of time in you and I most humbly beseech your lordship to haue a reuerend care of your health Iustice Sir Iohn I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury sir Iohn An dt please your lorship I heare his maiesty is returnd with some discomfort from Wales Iust. I talke not of his maiesty you would not come when I sent for you Falst. And I heare moreouer his highnes is falne into this same horson a poplexi Iust. Well God mend him I pray you let me speake with you Falst. This appoplexi as I take it is a kind of lethergie and 't please your lordship a kind of sleeping in the bloud a horson tingling Iust. What tell you me of it be it as it is Falst. It hath it originall from much griefe from study and perturbation of the braine I haue read the cause of his effects in Galen it is a kind of deafenes Iust. I think you are falne into the disease for you heare noâ— what I say to you Old Very wel my lord very wel rather and 't please you it is the disease of not listning the maladie of not marking that I am troubled withall Iust. To punish you by the heeles would amend the attention of your eares and I care not if I doe become your phisitian Falst. I am as poore as Iob my lord but not so pacient your Lordship may minister the potion of imprisonment to me in respect of pouerty but how I should be your pacient to follow your prescriptions the wise may make som dramme of a scruple or indeede a scruple it selfe Iust. I sent for you when there were matters against you for your life to come speake with me Falst. As I was then aduisde by my learned counsail in the lawes of this land seruice I did not come Iust. Wel the truth is sir Iohn you liue in great infamy Falst. He that buckles himselfe in my belt cannot liue in lesse Iust. Your meanes are very slender and your waste is great Falst. I would it were otherwise I would my meanes were greater and my waste slender Iust. You haue misled the youthfull prince Falst. The yong prince hath misled me I am the felow with the great belly and he my dogge Iust. Wel I am loth to gall a new heald wound your daies seruice at Shrewsbury hath a little guilded ouer your nights exploit on Gadshill you may thanke thâ—vnquiet time for your quiet oreposting that action Falst. My lord Iust. But since all is well keepe it so wake not a sleeping wolfe Falst. To wake a wolfe is as bad as smell a fox Iust. VVhat you are as a candle the better part burnt out Falst. A wassel candle my lord al tallow if I did say of wax my growth would approue the truth Iust. There is not a white haire in your face but should haue his effect of grauity Falst. His effect of grauy grauie grauie Iust. You â—ollow the yong prince vp and downe like his ill angell Falst. Not so my lord your ill angell is light but I hope he that lookes vpon me will take me without weighing and yet in some respects I grant I cannot go I cannot tell vertue is of so little regard in these costar-mongers times that true valour is turnd â—erod Pregnancie is made a Tapster his quick wit wasted in giuing reckonings all the other giftes appertinent to man as the malice of his age shapes the one not worth a goosbery you that are old consider not the capacities of vs that are yong you doe measure the heate of our liuers with the bitternesse of your gâ—lles and we that are in the vaward of our youth I must confesse are wagges too Lo. Do you set downe your name in the scroule of youth that are written downe old with all the characters of age haue you not a moist eie a dry hand a yelow cheeke a white beard a decreasing leg an increasing belly is not your voice broken your winde short your chinne double your wit single and euery part about you blasted with antiquitie and will you yet call your selfe yong fie fie fie sir Iohn Iohn My Lorde I was borne about three of the clocke in the afternoone with a white head and something a round bellie for my voyce I haue lost it with hallowing and singing of Anthems to approoue my youth further I will not the truth is I am onely olde in iudgement and vnderstanding and hee that wil caper with me for a thousand markes let him lend me the money and haue at him for the boxe of the â—eâ—re that the Prince gaue you he gaue it like a rude Prince and you tooke it like a sensible Lord I haue checkt him for it and the yong lion repents mary not in ashes and sackcloth but in new silke and olde sacke Lord Well God send the prince a better companion Iohn God send the companion a better prince I cannot ridde my hands of him Lord Well the King hath seuerd you I heare you are going with lord Iohn
in such dealing vnlesse a woman should be made an asse and a beast to beare euery knaues wrong yonder he comes and that arrant malmsie-nose knaue Bardolfe with him do your offices do your offices master PhaÌ„g master Snare do me do me do me your offices Enter sir Iohn and Bardolfe and the boy Falst. How now whose mare's dead what 's the matter Phang I arrest you at the sute of mistris quickly Falst. Away varlets draw Bardolfe cut me off the villaines head throw the queane in the channell Host. Throw me in the channell I le throw thee in the channel wilt thou wilt thou thou bastardly rogue murder murder a thou honisuckle villaine wilt thou kill Gods officers and the Kings a thou honiseed rogue thou art a honiseed a man queller and a woman queller Falst. Keepe them off Bardolfe Offic. A reskew a reskew Host. Good people bring a reskew or two thou wot wot thou thou wot wot ta do do thou rogue do thou hempseed Boy Away you scullian you rampallian you fustilarian I le tickle your catastrophe Enter Lord chiefe iustice and his men Lord What is the matter keepe the peace here ho. Hostesse Good my lord be good to me I beseech you stand to me Lord How now sir Iohn what are you brawling here Doth this become your place your time and businesse You should haue bin well on your way to Yorke Stand from him fellow wherefore hang'st thou vpon him Host. O my most worshipful Lord and 't please your grace I am a poore widdow of Eastâ—heape and he is arrested at my sute Lord For what summe Host. It is more then for some my Lord it is for al I haue he hath eaten me out of house and home he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his but I will haue some of it out againe or I wil ride thee a nights like the mare Falst. I think I am as like to ride the mare if I haue any vantage of ground to get vp Lord How comes this sir Iohn what man of good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation are you not ashamed to inforce a poore widdow to so rough a course to come by her owne Falst. What is the grosse summe that I owe thee Host. Mary if thou wert an honest man thy selfe and the mony too thou didst sweare to me vpon a parcell guilt goblet sitting in my dolphin chamber at the round table by a sea cole fire vpon wednesday in Wheeson weeke when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing man of Winsor thou didst sweare to me theÌ„ as I was washing thy wound to marry me and make me my lady thy wife canst thou deny 〈◊〉 did not goodwife Keech the butchers wife come in then and cal me gossip Quickly comming in to borow a messe of vinegar telling vs she had a good dish of prawnes whereby thou didst desire to eate some whereby I told thee they were ill for a greene wound and didst thou not when she was gone down stayers desire me to be no more so familiarity with such poore people saying that ere long they should cal me madam and didst thou not kisse me and bid me fetch thee thirtie shillings I put thee now to thy booke oath dome it if thon canst Falst. My lord this is a poore madeâ—oule and she saies vp and downe the towne that her eldest sonne is like you she hath bin in good case and the trueth is pouerty hath distracted her but for these foolish officers I beseech you I may haue redresse against them Lo. Sir Iohn sir Iohn I am wel acquainted with your maner of wrenching the true cause the false way it is not a confident brow nor the throng of words that come with such more then impudent sawcines from you can thrust me from a leuel conâ—ideration you haue as it appeares to me practisde vpon the easie yeelding spirite of this woman and made her serue your vses both in purse and in person Host. Yea in truth my Lord. Lo. Pray thee peace pay her the debt you owe her and vnpay the villany you haue done with her the one you may doe with sterling mony and the other with currant repentance Falst. My Lord I will not vndergoe this snepe without reply you cal honorable boldnes impudent sawcinesse if a man wil make curtsie and say nothing he is vertuous no my Lord my humble duty remembred I will not bee your sâ—â—er I say to you I do desire deliuerance from these officers being vpon hasty imployment in the Kings affayres Lord You speake as hauing power to do wrong but answer in th' effect of your reputation and satisfie the poore woman Falst. Come hither hostesse Lord Now master Gower what newes enter a messenger Gower The King my Lord and Harry prince of Wales Are neare at hand the rest the paper tells Falst. As I am a gentleman Host. Faith you said so before Falst. As I am a gentleman come no more words of it Host. By this heaunly ground I tread on I must be faine to pawne both my plate the tapestry of my dining chambers Falst. Glasses glasses is the onely drinking and for thy wals a pretty sleight drollery or the storie of the prodigal or the Iarman hunting in waterworke is worth a thousand of these bed-hangers and these flie bitten tapestrie let it be x. â— if thou canst come and t were not for thy humors there 's not a better wench in England goe wash thy face and draw the action come thou must not be in this humor with me dost not know me come come I know thou wast set on to this Host. Pray thee sir Iohn let it be but twentie nobles ifaith I am loath to pawne my pâ—â—te so God saue me law Falst. Let it alone I le make other shift you le be a foole stil. Host. Well you shall haue it though I pawne my gowne I hope you le come to supper you le pay me altogether Falst. Wil I liue goe with her with her hooke on hooke on exit hostesse and sergeant Host. Will you haue Doll Tere-sheet meete you at supper Falst. No more words le ts haue her Lord I haue heard better newes Falst. What 's the newes my lord Lord Where lay the King to night Mess. At Billingsgate my Lord. Falst. I hope my Lord al 's wel what is the newes my lord Lord Come all his forces backe Mess. No fifteen hundred foot fiue hundred horse Are marcht vp to my lord of Lancaster Against Northumberland and the Archbishop Falst. Comes the King back from Wales my noble lord Lord You shall haue letters of me presently Come go along with me good master Gower Falst. My lord Lord What 's the matter Falstaffe Maister Gower shall I intreate you with mee to dinner Gower I must waite vpon my good lord here I thank you good sir Iohn Lord Sir Iohn you loyter heere too long Being you are to
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
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
keepe prince Harry in continuall laughter the wearing out of sixe fashions which is foure termes or two actions and a shal laugh without interuallums O it is much that a lie with a slight oathe and a iest with a sad browe will doe with a fellow that neuer had the ach in his shoulders O you shall see him laugh til his face be like a wet cloake ill laide vp Shal. Sir Iohn Falst. I come maister Shallow I come master Shallow Enter Warwike duke Humphrey L. chiefe Iustice Thomas Clarence Prince Iohn Westmerland War How now my lord chiefe Iustice whither away Iust. How doth the King War Exceeding well his cares are now all ended Iust. I hope not dead War Hee s walkt the way of nature And to our purposes he liues no more Iust. I would his Maiestie had calld me with him The seruice that I truely did his life Hath left me open to all iniuries War Indeede I thinke the yong King loues you not Iust. I know he doth not and do arme my selfe To welcome the condition of the time Which cannot looke more hideously vpon me Than I haue drawne it in my fantasie Enter Iohn Thomas and Humphrey War Heere come the heauy issue of dead Harry O that the liuing Harry had the temper Of he the worst of these three gentlemen How many Nobles then should holde their places That must strike saile to spirites of vile sort Iust. O God I feare all will be ouer-turnd Iohn Good morrow coosin Warwicke good morrow Prin. ambo Good morrow coosin Iohn We meete like men that had forgot to speake War We do remember but our argument Is all too heauy to admit much talke Iohn Well peace be with him that hath made vs heauy Iust. Peace be with vs lest we be heauier Humph. O good my lord you haue lost a friend indeede And I dare sweare you borrow not that face Of seeming sorrow it is sure your owne Iohn Though no man be assurde what grace to finde You stand in coldest expectation I am the forier would t were otherwise Cla. Well you must now speake sir Iohn Falstaffe faire Which swimmes against your streame of quallitie Iust. Sweet princes what I did I did in honor Led by thâ—impartiall conduct of my soule And neuer shall you see that I will begge A ragged and forestald remission If truth and vpright innocencie faile me I le to the King my maister that is dead And tell him who hath sent me after him Enter the Prince and Bluâ—t War Here comes the Prince Iust. Good morrow and God saue your maiestie Prince This new and gorgeous garment Maiesty Sits not so easie on me as you thinke Brothers you mixt your sadnesse with some feare This is the English not the Turkish court Not Amurath an Amurath succeedes But Harry Harry yet be sad good brothers For by my faith it very well becomes you Sorrow so royally in you appeares That I will deeply put the fashion on And weare it in my heart why then be sad But entertaine no more of it good brothers Then a ioynt burden layd vpon vs all For me by heauen I bid you be assurde I le be your father and your brother too Let me but beare your loue I le beare your cares Yet weepe that Harries dead and so will I But Harry liues that shal conuert those teares By number into howres of happinesâ—e Bro. We hope no otherwise from your maiesty Prince You al looke strangely on me and you most You are I thinke assurde I loue you not Iust. I am assurde if I be measurde rightly Your maiesty hath no iust cause to hate me Prince No how might a prince of my great hopes forget So great indignities you laid vpon me What rate rebuke and roughly send to prison Th immediate heire of England was this easie May this be washt in lethy and forgotten Iust. I then did vse the person of your father The image of his power lay then in me And in th'administration of his law Whiles I was busie for the common wealth Your Highnesse pleased to forget my place The maiestie and power of law and iustice The image of the King whom I presented And strooke me in my very seate of iudgement Whereon as an offendor to your father I gaue bold way to my authority And did commit you if the deed were ill Be you contented wearing now the garland To haue a sonne set your decrees at naught To plucke downe Iustice from your awful bench To trip the course of law and blunt the sword That guards the peace and safeue of your person Nay more to spurne at your most royall image And mocke your workings in a second body Question your royall thoughts make the case yours Be now the father and propose a sonne Heare your owne dignity so much prophan'd See your most dreadfull lawes so loosely slighted Behold your selfe so by a sonne disdained And then imagine me taking your part And in your power soft silencing your sonne After this cold considerance sentence me And as you are a King speake in your state What I haue done that misbecame my place My person or my lieges soueraigntie Prince You are right Iustice and you weigh this well Therefore still beare the Ballance and the Sword And I do wish your honors may encrease Til you do liue to see a sonne of mine Offend you and obey you as I did So shall I liue to speake my fathers words Happie am I that haue a man so bold That dares do iustice on my proper sonne And not lesse happie hauing such a sonne That would deliuer vp his greatnesse so Into the hands of Iustice you did commit me For which I do commit into your hand Th'vnstained sword that you haue vsde to beare With this remembrance that you vse the same With the like bold iust and impartial spirit As you haue done gainst me there is my hand You shall be as a father to my youth My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine eare And I wil stoope and humble my intents To your well practizde wise directions And princes all beleeue me I beseech you My father is gone wild into his graue For in his toomb lie my affections And with his spirites sadly I suruiue To mocke the expectation of the world To frustrate prophecies and to race out Rotten opinion who hath writ me downe After my seeming the tide of bloud in me Hath prowdely slowd in vanitie till now Now doth it turne and ebbe backe to the sea Where it shall mingle with the state of flouds And flow henceforth in formall maiestie Now call we our high court of parliament And let vs chuse such limbs of noble counsaile That the great bodie of our state may goe In equall ranke with the best gouernd Nation That warre or peace or both at once may be As things acquâ—inted and familiar to vs In which you father shall haue formost hand Our coronation done we wil accite