THE HISTORY OF HENRIE THE FOVRTH With the battell at Shrewsburie betweene the King and Lord Henry Percy surnamed Henrie Hotspur of the North. With the humorous conceits of Sir Iohn Falstalffe AT LONDON Printed by P. S. for Andrew Wise dwelling in Paules Churchyard at the signe of the Angell 1598. THE HISTORIE OF Henry the fourth Enter the King Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland with others King SO shaken as we are so wan with care Find we a time for frighted peace to pant And breath short winded accents of new broiles To be commencte in stronds a far remote No more tâ—e thirsty entrance of this soile Shal dawbe her lips with her own childrens bloud No more shall trenching war channel her fields Nor bruise her flourets with the armed hoofes Of hostile paces those opposed eies Which like the mâ—teors of a troubled heauen Al of one nature of one substance bred Did lately meete in the intestine shocke And furious close of ciuill butcherie Shall now in mutuall welbeseeming rankes March all one way and be no more oppos'd Against acquaintance kindred and allyes The edge of war like an ill sheathed knife No more shall cut his maister therefore friends As far as to the sepulcher of Christ Whose soldiour now vnder whose blessed crosse We are impressed and ingag'd to fight Forthwith a power of English shall we leauy Whose armes were moulded in their mothers wombe To chase these pagans in those holy fields Ouer whose acres walkt those blessed feet Which 1400. yeares ago were naild For our aduantage on the bitter crosse But this our purpose now is twelue month old And bootelesse t is to tell you we wil go Therefore we meet not nowe then let me heare Of you my gentle Cosen Westmerland What yesternight our counsell did decree In forwarding this deere 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 loden with heauy newes Whose worst was that the noble Mortimer Leading the men of Herdforshire to fight Against the irregular and wild Glendower Was by the rude hands of that Welchman taken A thousand of his people butchered Vpon whose dead corpes there was such misuse Such beastly shamelesse transformation By those Welch-women done as may not be Without much shame retould or spoken of King It seemes then that the tidings of this broile Brake off our businesse for the holy land West This matcht with other did my gratious L. For more vneuen and vnwelcome newes Came from the North and thus it did import On holly rode day the gallant Hotspur there Yong Harry Percy and braue Archibold That euer valiant and approued Scot At Holmâ—don met where they did spend A sad and bloudy houre As by discharge of their artillery And shâ—pe of likelihood the newes was told For he that brought them in the very heat And pride of â—heir contention did take horse Vncertaine of the issue any way King Here is deere a true industrious friend Sir Walter Blunt new lighted from his horse Staind with the variation of each soile Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours And he hath brought vs smothe and welcom newes The Earle of Douglas is discomfited Ten thousand bould Scots two and twenty knights Balkt in their own bloud Did sir Walter see On Holmedons plaines of prisoners Hotspur tooke Mordake Earle of Fife and eldest sonne To beaten Douglas and the Earle of Athol Of Murrey Angus and Menteith And is not this an honorable spoile A gallant priz Ha coosen is it not In faith it is West A conquest for a Prince to boast of King Yea there thou makst me sad and makst me sinne In enuy that my Lord Northumberland Should be the father to so blest a sonne A sonne who is the theame of honors tongue Amongst a groue the very straightest plant Who is sweet fortunes minion and her pride Whilst I by looking on the praise of him See ryot and dishonour staine the brow Of my young Harry O that it could be prou'd That some night tripping fairy had exchang'd In cradle clothes our children where they lay And cald mine Percy his Plantagenet Then would I haue his Harry and he mine But let him from my thoughts What think you coose Of this young Percies pride The prisoners Which he in this aduenture hath surprizd To his own vse he keepes and sends me word I shal haue none but Mordake Earle of Fife West This is his vncles teaching This is Worcester Maleuolent to you in all aspects Which makes him prune himselfe and bristle vp The crest of youth against your dignity King But I haue sent for him to answere this And for this cause a while we must neglect Out holy purpose to Ierusalem Coosen on wednesday next our councel we wil hold At Windsore so informe the Lords But come your selfe with speed to vs againe For more is to be said and to be done Then out of anger can be vttered West I will my liege Exeunt Enter prince of Wales and Sir Iohn Falstaffe Falst. Now Hal what time of day is it lad Prince Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of olde sacke and vnbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping vpon benches afternoone that thou hast forgotten to demaunde that truelie which thou wouldest trulie knowe What a diuell hast thou to do with the time of the daie vnles houres were cups of sacke and minutes capons and clockes the tongues of Baudes and Dialles the signes of leaping houses and the blessed sunne himselfe a faire hot wench in flame-couloured taffata I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demaunde the time of the day Falst. Indeede you come neere me nowe Hal for wee that take purses go by the moone and the seuen stars and not by Phoebus he that wandring knight so faire and I prethe sweet wag when thou art a king as God saue thy grace maiestie I should say for grace thou wilt haue none Prince What none Falst. No by my troth not so much as will serue to bee prologue to an egge and butter Prin. Wel how then come roundly roundly Falst. Marry then sweet wag when thou art king let not vs that are squiers of the nights bodie bee called theeues of the daies beauty let vs be Dianaes forresters gentlemen of the shade minions of the moone and let men say wee be men of good gouernement being gouerned as the sea is by our noble and chast mistresse the moone vnder whose countenaunce we steale Prince Thou saiest well and it holds wel to for the fortune of vs that are the moones men doth ebbe and flow like the sea being gouerned as the sea is by the moone as for proofe Now a purse of gold most resolutely snatcht on Munday night and most dissolutely spent on tuesday morning got with swearing lay by and spent with crying bring in now in as low an ebbe as the
as the Lyon Fal. The king himselfe is to be feared as the Lion doest thou thinke I le feare thee as I feare thy father nay and I doo I pray God my girdle breake Prin. O if it should howe woulde thy guts fall about thy knees but sirrha there 's no roome for faith trueth nor honestie in this bosome of thine It is all fild vp with guttes and midriffe Charge an honest woman with picking thy pocket why thou horeson impudent imbost rascall if there were anie thing in thy pocket but tauerne reckonings memorandums of baâ—die houses and one poore peniworth of sugar-candie to make thee long winded if thy pocket were inricht with any other iniuries but these I am a villain and yet you will stand to it you will not pocket vp wrong art thou not ashamed Fal. Doest thou heare Hall thou knowest in the state of innocencie Adam fell what should poore iacke Falstalfe do in the daies of villanie thou seest I haue more flesh then another man therfore more frailty You confesse then you pickt my pocket Prin. It appeares so by the storie Fal. Hostesse I forgiue thee go make ready breakfast loue thy husband looke to thy seruaunts cherish thy ghesse thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason thou seest I am pacified still nay preethe be gone Exit Hostesse Now Hal to the newes at court for the robbery lad how is that answered Prin. O my sweet beoffe I must still bee good angel to thee the mony is paid backe againe Fal. O I do not like that paying backe t is a double labor Prin. I am good friends with my father and may do any thing Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest and doe it with vnwasht hands too Bar. Do my Lord. Prin I haue procured thee Iacke a charge of foot Fal. I would it had been of horse Where shall I finde one that can steale well O for a fine thiefe of the age of xxii or thereabouts I am hainously vnprouided Well God be thanked for these rebels they offende none but the vertuous I laude them I praise them Prin. Bardoll Bar. My Lord. Prin. Go beare this letter to Lord Iohn of Lancaster To my brother Iohn this to my lord of Westmerland Go Peto to horse to horse for thou and I Haue thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time Iacke â—eete me to morrow in the temple haule At two of clocke in the afternoone There shalt thou know thy charge and there receiue Money and order for their furniture The land is burning Percy stands on high And either we or they must lower lie Fal. Rare words braue world hostesse my breakfast come Oh I could wish this tauerne were my drum Per. Wel said my noble Scot if speaking truth In this fine age were not thought flattery Such attribution should the Douglas haue As not a souldior of this seasons stampe Should go so generall currant through the world By God I cannot flatter I do defie The tongues of soothers but a brauer place In my harts loue hath no man then your selfe Nay taske me to my word approue me Lord. Doug. Thou art the King of honor No man so potent breaths vpon the ground But I will beard him Enter one with letters Per. Do so and t is wel What letters hast thou there I can but thanke you Mes. These letters come from your father Per. Letters from him why comes he not himselfe Mes. He cannot come my lord he is grieuous sicke Per. Zounds how has he the leisure to be sicke In such a iustling time who leads his power Vnder whose gouernment come they along Mes. His letters beares his mind not I my mind Wor. I preethe tel me doth he keepe his bed Mes. He did my Lord foure daies ere I set forth And at the time of my departure thence He was much fearâ—â— by his Phisitions Wor. I would the state of time had first been whole Eare he by sicknesse had bin visited His health was neuer better worth then now Per. Sicke now droupe now this sicknes doth infect The very life bloud of our enterprise T is catching hither euen to our campe He writes me here that inward sicknesse And that his friends by deputation Could not so soone be drawn nor did he thinke it meet To lay so dangerous and deare a trust On any soule remoou'd but on his own Yet doth he giue vs bold aduertisement That with our small coniunction we should on To see how fortune is disposd to vs For as he writes there is no quailing now Because the king is certainly possest Of al our purposes what say you to it Wor. Youâ— fathers sicknesse is a maime to vs. Per. A perillous gash a very limbe lopt off And yet in faith it is not his present want Seemes more then we shal find it were it good To set the exact wealth of al our states Al at one cast to set so rich a maine On the nice hazard of one doubtfull houre It were not good for therein should we read The very bottome and the soule of hope The very list the very vtmost bound Of all our fortunes Doug. Faith and so we should Where now remaines a sweet reuersion We may boldly spend vpon the hope of what t is to come in A comfort of retirement liues in this Per. A randeuous a home to flie vnto If that the Diuel and mischance looke big Vpon the maidenhead of our affaires Wor. But yet I would your father had bin heere The quality and haire of our attempt Brookes no deuision it will be thought By some that know not why he is away That wisedome loialty and meere dislike Of our proceedings kept the Earle from hence And thinke how such an apprehension May turne the tide of fearfull faction And breed a kind of question in our causeâ— For wel you know we of the offring side Must keepe aloofe from strict arbitrement And stop al sight-holes euery loope from whence The eie of reason may prie in vpon vs This absence of your fathers drawes a curtain That shewes the ignorant a kind of feare Before not dreamt of Per. You straine too far I rather of his absence make this vse It lends a lustre and more great opinion A larger dare to our great enterprise Then if the Earle were here for men must thinke If we without his helpe can make a head To push against a kingdome with his helpe We shal oreturne it topâ—ie turâ—y down Yet all goes well yet all our ioints are whole Doug. As hart can thinke there is not such a word Spoke of in Scotland as this tearme of feare Enter sir Ri Vernon Per. My coosen Vernon welcom by my soule Ver. Pray God my newes be worth a welcome lord The Earle of Westmerland seuen thousand strong Is marching hetherwards with him prince Iohn Per. No harme what more Ver. And further I haue learnd The King himselfe in person is set forth
Drag backe our expedition certaine horse Of my coosen Vernons are not yet come vp Your Vncle Worcesters horses came but to day And now their pride and mettall is a sleepe Their courage with hard labour tame and dull That not a horse is halfe the halfe of himselfe Hot. So are the horses of the enemie In generall iourney bated and brought low The better part of ours are full of rest Wor. The number of the King exceedeth our For Gods sake coosen stay till all come in The trumpet sounds a parley Enter sir Walter Blunt Blunt I come with gracious offers from the king If you vouchsafe me hearing and respect Hot. Welcome sir Walter Blunt and would to God You were of our determination Some of vs loue you well and euen those some Enuy your great deseruings and good name Because you are not of our qualitie But stand against vs like an enemie Blunt And God defend but still I should stand so So long as out of limit and true rule You stand against annointed Maiestie But to my charge The king hath sent to know The nature of your griefes and whereupon You coniure from the breast of ciuill peace Such bold hostilitie teaching his dutious land Audacious crueltie If that the king Haue any way your good deserts forgot Which he confesseth to be manifold He bids you name your griefes and with all speede You shall haue your desires with interest And pardon absolute for your selfe and these Herein misled by your suggestion Hot. The king is kind and well we know the king Knowes at what time to promise when to pay My father and my vncle and my selfe Did giue him that same royaltie he weares And when he was not sixe and twentie strong Sicke in the worlds regard wretched and low A poore 〈◊〉 outlaw â—â—eaking home My father gaue him welcome to the shore And when he heard him sweare and vow to God He came but to be Duke of Lancaster To sue his liuery and beg his peace With teares of innocencie and tearmes of zeale My father in kinde heart and pitie mou'd Swore him assistance and performd it too Now when the Lords and Barons of the realme Perceiu'd Northumberland did leane to him The more and lesse came in with cap and knee Met him in Borroughs Cities Villages Attended him on bridges stoode in lanes Laid gifts before him profferd him their oathes Gaue him their heires as Pages followed him Euen at the heeles in golden multitudes He presently as greatnesse knowes it selfe Steps me a little higher then his vow Made to my father while his blood was poore Vpon the naked shore at Rauenspurgh And now forsooth takes on him to reforme Some certaine edicts and some streight decrees That lie too heauie on the Common-wealth Cries out vpon abuses seemes to weepe Ouer his Countrey wrongs and by this face This seeming brow of iustice did he winne The hearts of all that he did angle for Proceeded further cut me off the heads Of all the fauourits that the absent king In deputation left behind him here When he was personall in the Irish warre Blunt Tut I came not to heare this Hot. Then to the poynt In short time after he deposd the king Soone after that depriu'd him of his life And in the necke of that taskt the whole state To make that woorse suffred his kinsman March Who is if euerie owner were well plac'd Indeed his king to be ingagde in Wales There without raunsomâ— to lie forfeited Disgrac't me in my happy victories Sought to intrap me by intelligence Rated mine vnkle from the counsell boord In rage dismisd my father from the Court Broke oath on oath committed wrong on wrong And in conclusion droue vs to seeke out This head of safetie and withall to prie Into his title the which we find Too indirect for long continuance Blunt Shall I returne this answere to the king Hâ—t Not so sit Walter Wee le withdraw a while Go to the king and let there be impawnde Some surety for a safe returne againe And in the morning early shal mine vnkle Bring him our purposes and so farewell Blunt I would yâ—u would accept of grace and loue Hot. And may be so we shall Blunt Pray God you do Enter Archbishop of Yorke sir Mighell Arch. Hie good sir Mighell beare this sealed briefe With winged haste to the Lord Marshall This to my coosen Scroope and all the rest To whom they are directed If you knew How much they do import you would make hafte Sir M. My good Lord I gesse their tenor Arch. Like enough you do To morrow good sir Mighell is a day Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men Must bide the touch For sir at Shrewsbury As I am truly giuen to vnderstand The king with mighty and quicke raised power Meetes with Lord Harry And I feare sir Mighell What with the sicknesse of Northumberland Whose power was in the first proportion And what with Owen Glendowers absence thence Who with them was a rated sinew too And comes not in ouerrulde by prophecies I feare the power of Percy is too weake To wage an instant triall with the king Sir M. Why my goâ—d Lord you need not feare There is Douglas and Lord Mortimer Arch. No Mortimer is not there Sir M. But there is Mordake Vernon Lord Harry Percy And there is my Lord of Worcester and a head Of gallant warriours noble gentlemen Arch And so there is but yet the king hath drawn The speciall head of all the land togither The Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster The noble Westmerland and warlike Blunt And many mo coriuals and deare men Of estâ—mation and command in armes Sir M. Doubt not my Lo they shal be wel oppos'd Arch. I hope no lesse yet needfull t is to feare And to preuent the worst sir Mighell speed For if Lord Percy thriue not ere the king Dismisse his power he meanes to visit vs For he hath heard of our confederacy And t is but wisedome to make strong against him Therefore make haste I must go write againe To other friends and so farewell sir Mighel Exeunt Enter the King Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland sir Walter Blunt Falstalffe King How bloudily the sunne begins to peare Aboue you buâ—ky hill the day lookes pale At his distemprature Prin. The Southren winde Doth play the trumpet to his purposes And by his hollow whistling in the leaues Foretels a tempest and a blustring day Kin. Then with the loosers let it simpathize For nothing can seeme foule to those that winne The trumpet sounds Enter Worcester King How now my Lord of Worcester t is not wel That you and I should meet vpon such tearmes As now we meete You haue deceiu'd our trust And made vs doffe our easie roabes of peace To crush our old limbs in vngentle steele This is not well my Lord this is not well What say you to it will you againe
I le say t is so Here comâ— your coosen Hot. My vncle is returnd Deliuer vp my Lord of Westmerland Vncle what newes Wor. The king will bid you battell presently Doug Defie him by the Lord of Westmerland Hot. Lord Douglas go you and tell him so Doug. Marry and shal and very willingly Exit Dou. Wor. There is no seeming mercie in the king Hot. Did you beg any God forbid Wor. I tolde him gently of our greeuances Of his oath breaking which he mended thus By now forsweariâ—g that he is forsworne He cals vs rebels traitors and will scourge With haughtie armes this hatefull name in vs. Enter Douglas Doug. Arme gentlemen to armes for I haue throwne A braue defiance in king Henries teeth And Westmeâ—land that was ingag'd did beare it Which cannot chuse but bring him quickly on Wor. The Prince of Wales stept forth before the king And nephew chalengd you to single fight Hot O would the quarrel lay vpon our heads And that no man might draw short breath to day But I and Harry Monmouth tell me tell me How shewed his tasking seemd it in contempt Ver. No by my soule I neuer in my life Did heare a chalenge vrgde more modestly Vnlesse a brother should a brother dare To gentle exercise and proofe of armes He gaue you all the duties of a man Trimd vp your praises with a Princely tongue Spoke your deseruings like a Chronicle Making you euer better then his praise By still dispraising praise valued with you And which became him like a prince indeed He made a blushing citall of himselfe And chid his truant youth with such a grace As if he mastred there a double spirit Of teaching and of learning instantly There did he pause but let me tel the world If he outliue the enuie of this day England did neuer owe so sweete a hope So much misconstrued in his wantonnesse Hotsp Coâ—sen I thinke thou art enamored On his follies neuer did I heare Of any prince so wilde a libertie But be he as he will yet once ere night I will imbrace him wiâ—h a souldiours arme That he shall shrinke vnder my curtesie Arme arme with speed and fellowes soldiors friends Better consider what you haue to do Then I that haue not wel the gift of tongue Can lift your blood vp with perswasion Enter a Messenger Mes. My Lord here are letters for you Hot. I cannot read them now O Gentlemen the time of life is short To spend that shortnes basely were too long If life did ride vpon a dials point Still ending at the arriuall of an houre And if we liue we liue to tread on kings If die braue death when princes die with vs Now for our consciences the armes are faire When the intent of bearing them is iust Enter another Mes. My Lord prepare the king comes on a pace Hot. I thanke him that he cuts me from my tale For I professe not talking onely this Let each man do his best and here draw I a sword Whose temper I intend to staine With the best bloud that I can meet withall In the aduenture of this perillous day Now esperance Percy and set on Sound all the loftie instruments of war And by that Musicke let vs all embrace For heauen to earth some of vs neuer shall A second time do such a courtesie Here they embrace the trumpets sound the king enters with his power alarme to the battel then enter Douglas and sir Walter Blunt Blunt What is thy name that in battell thus thou crossest me What honour dost thou seeke vpon my head Doug. Know then my name is Douglas And I do haunt thee in the battell thus Because some tell me that thou art a king Blunt They tell thee true Doug. The Lord of Stafford deare to day hath bought Thy likenesse for in steed of thee king Harry This sword hath ended him so shall it thee Vnlesse thou yeeld thee as my prisoner Blunt I was not borne a yeelder thou proud Scot And thou shalt find a king that will reuenge Lord Staffords death They fight Douglas kils Blunt then enter Hotspur Hot O Douglas hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus I neuer had triumpht vpon a Scot. Doug. Al 's done al 's won here breathles lies the king Hot. Where Doug. Here. Hot. This Douglas no I know this face full well A gallant knight he was his name was Blunt Semblably furnisht like the king himselfe Doug. Ah foole goe with thy soule whither it goes A borrowed title hast thou bought too deare Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king Hot. The king hath many marching in his coates Doug. Now by my sword I will kill al his coates I le murder all his wardrop peece by peece Vntill I meete the king Hot. Vp and away Our souldiers stand full fairely for the day Alarme Enter Falstalffe solus Falst. Though I could scape shot-free at London I feare the shot here here 's no skoring but vpon the pate Soft who are you sir Walter Blunt there 's honour for you here 's no vanitie I am as hot as molten lead as heauie too God keepe leade out of me I need no more weight then mine owne bowels I haue led my rag of Muffins where they are pepperd there 's not three of my 150. left aliue and they are for the townes ende to beg during life but who comes here Enter the Prince Prin. What stands thou idle here lend me thy sword Many a noble man lies starke and stiffe Vnder the hoofes of vaunting enemies whose deaths are yet vnreuengd I preethe lend mee thy sword Falst. O Hal I preethe giue me leaue to breath a while Turke Gregorie neuer did such deeds in armes as I haue don this day I haue paid Percy I haue made him sure Prin. He is indeed and liuing to kill thee I preethe lend me thy sword Fal. Nay before God Hal if Percy be aliue thou gets not my sword but take my pistoll if thou wilt Prin. Giue it me what is it in the case Falst. I Hal t is hot t is hot there 's that will sacke a Citie The Prince drawes it out and finds it to be a bâ—ttle of Sacke Prin. What is it a time to iest and dally now He throwes the bottle at him Exit Falst. Well if Percy be aliue I le pierce him if hee doe come in my way so if he doe not if I come in his willingly let him make a Carbonado of me I like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath giue me life which if I can saue so if not honor comes vnlookt for and there 's an end Alarme excursions Enter the King the Prince Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland King I preethe Harry withdraw thy selfe thou bleedest too much Lord Iohn of Lancaster go you with him P. Iohn Not I my Lord vnlesse I did bleed too Prin. I beseech your maiestie make vp Least your retirement do amaze your friends King I
will do so My Lord of Westmerland lead him to his tent West Come my Lord I le lead you to your tent Prin. Lead me my Lord I do not need your helpe And God forbid a shallow scratch should driue The Prince of Wales from such a field as this Where staind nobilitie lies troden on And rebels armes triumphe in massacres Ioh. We breath too long come coosen Westmerland Our dutie this way lies For Gods sake come Prin. By God thou hast deceiu'd me Lancaster I did not thinke thee Lord of such a spirit Before I lou'd thee as a brother Iohn But now I do respect thee as my soule King I saw him hold Lord Percy at the poynt With lustier maintenance then I did looke for Of such an vngrowne warrior Prin. O this boy lends mettall to vs all Exit Doug. Another king they grow like Hydraes heads I am the Douglas fatall to all those That weare those colours on them What art thou That counterfetst the person of a King King The king himself who Douglas grieues at hart So many of his shadowes thou hast met And not the verie king I haue two boies Seeke Percy and thy selfe about the field But seeing thou falst on me so luckily I will assay thee and defend thy selfe Doug. I feare thou art another counterfet And yet in faith thou bearest thee like a king But mine I am sure thou art who ere thou be And thus I winne thee They sight the king being in danger Enter Prince of Wales Prin. Hold vp thy head vile Scot or thou art like Neuer to hold it vp againe the spirits Of Valiant Sherly Stafford Blunt are in my armes It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee Who neuer promiseth but he meanes to pay They fight Douglas fliâ—th Cheerly my Lord how fares your grace Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent And so hath Clifton I le to Clifton straight King Stay and breath a while Thou hast redeemed thy lost opinion And shewde thou makst some tender of my life In this faire rescue thou hast brought to me Prin. O God they did me too much iniury That euer said I harkned for your death If it were so I might haue let alone The insulting hand of Douglas ouer you Which would haue been as speedy in your end As al the poisonous potions in the world And sau'd the trecherous labour of your sonne King Make vp to Clifton I le to S. Nicholas Gawsey Exit Ki Enter Hotspur Hot. If I mistake not thou art Harry Monmouth Prin. Thou speakst as if I would deny my name Hot. My name is Harry Percy Pr. Why then I see a very valiant rebel of the name I am the Prince of Wales and thinke not Percy To share with me in glory any more Two stars keepe not their motion in one sphere Nor can one England brooke a double raigne Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales Hot. Now shal it Harry for the houre is come To end the one of vs and would to God Thy name in armes were now as great as mine Prin. I le make it greater ere I part from thee And al the budding honors on thy crest I le crop to make a garland for my head Hot. I can no longer brooke thy vanities They fight Enter Falstalffe Falst. Well said Hall to it Hall Nay you shall find no boyes play here I can tel you Enter Douglas he fighteth with Falstalffe he fals down as if he were dead the Prince killeth Percy Hot. Oh Harry thou hast â—obd me of my youth I better brooke the losse of brittle life Then those proud titles thou hast won of me They wound my thoughâ—s worse then thy sword my flesh But thoughts the slaues of life and life times foole And time that takes surucy of all the world Must haue a stop O I could prophecy But that the earthy and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue no Percy thou art dust And food for Pr. For wormes braue Percy Fare thee wel great hart Ill weaud ambition how much art thou shrunke When that this body did containe a spirit A kingdom for it was too small a bound But now two paces of the vilest earth Is roome inough this earth that beares the dead Beares not aliue so stout a gentleman If thou wert sensible of curtesie I should not make so deare a shew of zeale But let my fauors hide thy mangled face And euen in thy behalfe I le thanke my selfe For doing these faire rights of tendernesse Adiew and take thy praise with thee to heauen Thy ignominy sleepe with thee in the graue But not remembred in thy Epitaph He spieth Falstalffe on the ground What old acquaintance could not all this flesh Keepe in a little life poore Iacke farewell I could haue better sparde a better man O I should haue a heauy misse of thee If I were much in loue with vanitie Death hath not strooke so fat a Deere to day Though many dearer in this bloudy fray Inboweld will I see thee by and by Til then in bloud by noble Percy lie Exit Falstalâ—â—e riseth vp Fal. Inboweld if thou inbowel me to day I le giue you leaue to powder me and eate me too to morrowe Zbloud t was time to counterfet or that hot termagant Scot had paide me scot and lot too Counterfet I lie I am no counterfet to die is to bee a counterfet for he is but the counterfet of a man who hath not the life of a maÌ„ but to couÌ„terfet dying when a man therby liueth is to be no counterfet but the true perfect image of life indeed The better parte of valour is discretion in the which better part I haue saued my life Zounds I am afraid of this gunpowder Percy though he be dead how if he should counterfet too and rise by my faith I am afraid hee woulde proue the better counterfet therefore I le make him sure yea and I le sweare I kild him Why may not he rise aswell as I nothing confutes me but eies and no body sees me therefore sirrha with a new wound in your thigh come you along with me He takes vp Hotspur on his backe Enter Prince Iohn of Lancaster Prin. Come brother Iohn full brauely hast thou flesht Thy mayden sword Iohn of Lan But soft whom haue we heere Did you not tell me this fat man was dead Prin. I did I saw him dead Breathlesse and bleeding on the ground Art thou aliue Or is it fantasie that playes vpon our eiesight I preethe speake we will not trust our eies Without our eares thou art not what thou seemst Fal. No that 's certaine I am not a double man but if I bee not Iacke Falstalffe then am I a Iacke there is Percy if your father will doe me anie honour so if not let him kill the next Percie himselfe I looke to bee either Earle or Duke I can assure you Prin. Why Percy I kild my selfe and saw thee dead Falst. Didst thou Lord Lord howe this world is giuen to lying I graunt you I was downe and out of breath and so was he but we rose both at an instant and fought a long houre by Shrewesburie clocke if I may be beleeude so if not let them that should rewarde valour beare the sinne vppon their owne heads I le take it vpon my death I gaue him this wound in the thigh if the man were aliue and would denie it zounds I would make him eate a peece of my sword Iohn This is the strangest tale that euer I heard Prin. This is the strangest fellow brother Iohn Come bring your luggage nobly on your backe For my part if a lie may do thee grace I le guild it with the happiest termes I haue A retraite is sounded Prin. The Trumpet sounds retrait the day is our Come brother let vs to the highest of the field To see what friends are liuing who are dead Exeunt Fal. I le follow as they say for reward Hee that rewardes mee God reward him If I do growe great I le growe lesse for I le purge and leaue Sacke and liue cleanlie as a noble man should do Exit The Trumpets sound Enter the King Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland with Worcester and Vernon prisoners King Thus euer did rebellion find rebuke Ill spirited Worcester did not we send grace Pardon and tearmes of loue to all of you And wouldst thou turne our offers contrary Misuse the tenor of thy kinsmans trust Three knights vpon our party slaine to day A noble Earle and many a creature else Had been aliue this houre If like a Christian thou hadst truly borne Betwixt our armies true intelligence Wor. What I haue done my safety vrg'd me to And I embrace this fortune patiently Since not to be auoided it fals on me King Beare Worcester to the death and Vernon too Other Offendors we will pause vpon How goes the field Prin. The noble Scot Lord Dowglas when he saw The fortune of the day quite turnd from him The noble Percy slaine and all his men Vpon the foot of feare fled with the rest And falling from a hill he was so bruisd That the pursuers tooke him At my tent The Douglas is and I beseech your grace I may dispose of him King With all my hart Prin. Then brother Iohn of Lancaster To you this honorable bounty shal belong Go to the Douglas and deliuer him Vp to his pleasure ransomlesse and free His valours shewne vpon our Crests to daie Haue taught vs how to cherish such high deeds Euen in the bosome of our aduersaries Iohn I thanke your grace for this high curtesie Which I shall giue away immediatly King Then this remaines that we deuide our power You sonne Iohn and my coosen Westmerland Towards York shal bend you with your deâ—rest speed To meet Northumberland and the Prelate Scroope Who as we heaâ—e are busily in armes My selfe and you sonne Hatry will towards Wales To fight with Glendower and the Earle of March Rebellion in this land shall loose his sway Meeting the checke of such another day And since this businesse so faire is done Let vs not leaue till all our owne be won Exeunt FINIS
foot of the ladder and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallowes Falst. By the Lord thou saist true lad and is not my hostesse of the tauerne a most sweet wench Prin. As the hony of Hibla my old lad of the castle and is not a buffe Jerkin a most sweet robe of durance Falst. How now how nowe mad wag what in thy quips and thy quiddities what a plague haue I to doe with a buffe Ierkin Prince Why what a poxe haue I to do with my hostesse of the tauerne Falst. Well thou hast cald her to a reckoning many a time and oft Prince Did I euer call for thee to pay thy part Falst. No I le giue thee thy due thou hast paid all there Prin. Yea and else where so far as my coine would stretch and where it would not I haue vsed my credit Falst. Yea and so vs'd it that were it not here apparant that thou art heire apparant But I prethe sweet wag shall there be gallowes standing in England when thou art king and resolution thus subd as it is with the rusty curbe of olde father Anticke the law do not thou when thou art king hang a theefe Prince No thou shalt Falst. Shall I O rare by the Lord I le be a braue iudge Prin. Thou iudgest false already I meane thou shalt haue the hanging of the theeues and so become a rare hangman Falst. Well Hall well and in some sort it iumpes with my humour as well as waighting in the Court I can tell you Prince For obtaining of suites Falst. Yea for obtaining of suites whereof the hangman hath no leane wardrob Zbloud I am as melancholy as a gyb Cat or a lugd beare Prin. Or an old lyon or a louers Lute Falst. Yea or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe Prince What saiest thou to a Hare or the malancholy of Mooreditch Falst. Thou hast the most vnsauory smiles and art indeed the most comparatiue rascalliest sweeâ— yong Prince But Hal I prethe trouble me no more with vanitie I woulde to God thou and I knewe where a commodity of good names were to be bought an olde Lorde of the councell rated me the other day in the street about you sir but I markt him not and yet he talkt very wisely but I regarded him not and yet hee talkt wiâ—ely and in the street to Prin. Thou didst well for wisedome cries out in the streets and no man regards it Falst. O thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed able to corrupt a saint thou hast done much harme vpon me Hal God forgiue thee for it before I knewe thee Hal I knewe nothing and now am I if a man should speake trulie little better then one of the wicked I must giue ouer this life and I will giue it ouer by the Lord and I doe not I am a villaine I le bee damnd for neuer a kings sonne in Christendom Prin. Where shal we take a purse to morrow Iacke Falst. Zounds where thou wilt lad I le make one an I do not call me villaine and baffâ—ll me Prin. I see a good amendment of life in thee from praying to purse-taking Fal. Why Hall t is my vocation Hall t is no sinne for a man to labor in his vocation Enter Poines Poynes nowe shall we knowe if Gadshill haue set a match O if men were to be saued by merit what hole in hell were hot enough for him this is the most omnipotent villaine that euer cried stand to a true man Prin. Good morrow Ned. Poines Good morrow sweete Hal. What saies Monsieur remorse what saies sir Iohn Sacke and Sugar Iacke howe agrees the Diuell and thee about thy soule that thou souldest him on good friday last for a cup of Medera and a cold capons legge Prince Sir Iohn stands to his word the diuell shall haue his bargaine for he was neuer yet a breaker of prouerbes he will giue the diuell his due Poynes Then art thou damnd for keeping thy worde with the diuell Prince Else hee had bin damnd for coosening the diuell Poy But my lads my lads to morrow morning by foure a clocke early at Gadshill there are pilgrims going to Canturburie with rich offerings and traders riding to London with fat purses I haue vizards for you al you haue horses for your selues Gadshill lies to night in Rochester I haue bespoke supper to morrow night in Fastcheape we may do it as secure as sleepe if you will go I will stuffe your purses full of crownes if you will not tarie at home and be hangd Falst. Heare ye Yedward if I tarry at home and go not I le hang you for going Po. You will chops Falst. Hal wilt thou make one Prince Who I rob I a thiefe not I by my faith Falst. There 's neither honestie manhood nor good fellowship in thee nor thou camst not of the bloud roiall if thou darest not stand for ten shillings Prince Well then once in my dayes I le be a madcap Falst. Why that 's well said Prince Well come what wil I le tarrie at home Falst. By the lord I le be a traitor then when thou art king Prince I care not Po Sir Iohn I preethe leaue the prince and mee alone I will lay him downe such reasons for this aduenture that he shall go Falst. Well God giue thee the spirit of perswasion and him the eares of profiting that what thou speakest may moue and whâ—t he heares may be beleeued that the true prince may for recreation sake proue a false thiefe for the poore abuses of the time want countenance farewel you shal find me in Eastcheap Prin Farewel the latter spring farewel Alhallowne summer Poin Now my good sweete hony Lord ride with vs to morrow I haue a ieast to execute that I cannot mannage alone Falstalffe Haruey Rossill and Gadshil shal rob those men that we haue already way-laid yourselfe and I will not bee there and when they haue the bootie if you and I doe not rob them cut this head off from my shoulders Prin. How shall we part with them in setting forth Po. Why we wil set forth before or after them and appoinâ— them a place of meeting wherein it is at our pleasure to faile and then wil they aduenture vpoÌ„ the exploit themselues which they shal haue no sooner atchieued but wee le set vpon them Prin. Yea but t is like that they wil know vs by our horses by our habits and by euery other appointment to be our selues Po. Tut our horses they shal not see I le tie them in the wood our vizards wee wil change after wee leaue them and sirrha I haue cases of Buckrom for the nonce to immaske our noted outward garments Prin. Yea but I doubt they wil be too hard for vs. Po. Wel for two of them I know them to bee as true bred cowards as euer turnd backe and for the third if he sight longer then he sees reason I
pardon on my true submission Kin. God pardon thee yet let me wonder Harry At thy affections which do hold a wing Quite from the flight of all thy auncestors Thy place in counsell thou hast rudely lost Which by thy yonger brother is supplide And art almost an allien to the harts Of all the Court and princes of my blood The hope and expectation of thy time Is ruind and the soule of euery man Prophetically do forâ—thinke thy fall Had I so lauish of my presence beene So common hackneid in the eyes of men So stale and cheape to vulgar companie Opinion that did helpe me to the crowne Had still kept loyall to possession And left me in reputelesse banishment A fellow of no marke nor likelihoode By being seldome seene I could not stirre But like a Comet I was wondred at That men would tell their children this is he Others would say where which is Bullingbrooke And then I stole all curtesie from heauen And drest my selfe in such humilitie That I did plucke allegiance from mens hearts Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths Euen in the presence of the crowned king Thus did I keepe my person fresh and new My presence like a roabe pontificall Nere seene but wondred at and so my state Seldome but sumptuous shewd like a feast And wan by rarenesse such solemnitie The skipping king he ambled vp and downe With shallow iesters and rash bauin wits Soone kindled and â—oone burnt caâ—ded his state Mingled his royaltie with capâ—ing â—ooles Had his great name prophaned with their scornes And gaue his countenance against his name To laugh at gibing boyes and stand the push Of euery beardlesse vaine comparatiue Grew a companion to the common streeâ—es Enfe oft himselfe to popularitie That being dayly swallowed by mens eyes They surfetted with honie and began to loath The taste of sweetnesse whereof a little More then a little is by much too much So when he had occasion to be seene He was but as the Cuckoe is in Iune Heard not regarded Scene but with such eies As sicke and blunted with communitie Affoord no extraordinary gaze Such as is bent on sun-like maiestie When it shines seldome in admirring eies But rather drowzd and hung their eie-lids down Slept in his face and rendred such aspect As cloudy men vse to their aduersaries Being with his presence glutted gordge and full And in that very line Harry standest thou For thou hast lost thy princely priuiledge With vile participation Not an eye But is a weary of thy common sight Saue mine which hath desired to see thee more Which now doth that I would not haue it do Make blind it selfe with foolish tendernesse Prin. I shall hereafter my thrice gratious Lord Be more my selfe King For all the world As thou art to this houre was Richard then When I from France set foot at Rauenspurgh And euen as I was than is Percy now Now by my scepter and my soule to boote He hath more worthie interest to the state Then thou the shadow of succession For of no right nor colour like to right He doth fill fields with harnesse in the realme Turnes head against the lions armed iawes And being no more in debt to yeares then thou Leads ancient Lords and reuerend Bishops on To bloudie battailes and to bruising armes What neuer dying honour hath he got Against renowmed Dowglas Whose high deeds Whose hot incursions and great name in armes Holds from al souldiors chiefe maioritie And militarie title capitall Through all the kingdome that acknowledge Christ Thrice hath this Hotspur Marâ— in swathling cloaths This infant warrier in his enterprises Discomfited great Dowglas tane him once Enlargd him and made a friend of him To fill the mouth of deepe defiance vp And shake the peace and safety of our throne And what say you to this Percy Northumberland The Archbishops grace of York Dowglas Mortimer Capitulate against vs and are vp But wherefore do I tel these newes to thee Why Harry do I tell thee of my foes Which art my nearest and dearest enemy Thou that art like enough through vassall feare Base inclination and the start of spleene To fight against me vnder Percies pay To dog his heeles and curtsie at his frownes To shew how much thou art degenerate Prin. Do not thinke so you shal not find it so And God forgiue them that so much haue swaide Your maiesties good thoughts away from me I will redeeme all this on Percies head And in the closing of some glorious day Be bold to tell you that I am your sonne When I will weare a garment all of bloud And staine my fauors in a bloudy maske Which washt away shall scouâ—e my shame with it And that shal be the day when ere it lights That this same child of honour and renowne This gallant Hotspur this all praised knight And your vnthought of Harry chance to meet For euery honor sitting on his helme Would they were multitudes and on my head My shames redoubled For the time will com That I shall make this Northren youth exchange His glorious deedes for my indignities Percy is but my factor good my Lord To engrosse vp glorious deeds on my behalfe And I will call him to so strickt account That he shall render euery glory vp Yea euen the sleightest worship of his time Or I will teare the reckoning from his heart This in the name of God I promise heere The which if he be pleasd I shall performe I do beseech your maiesty may salue The long grown wounds of my intemperance If not the end of life cancels all bands And I will die a hundred thousand deaths Ere breake the smallest parcell of this vow King A hundred thousand rebels die in this Thou shalt haue charge and soueraine trust herein How now good blunt thy lookes are full of speed Enter Blunt Blunt So hath the businesse that I come to speake of Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word That Dowglas and the English Rebels met The eleuenth of this month at Shrewsbury A mighty and a fearefull head they are If promises be kept on euery hand As euer offred foule play in a state King The Earle of Westmerland set forth to day With him my sonne Lord Iohn of Lancaster For this aduertisement is fiue daies old On Wednesday next Harry you shall set forward On thursday we our selues will march Our meeting Is Bridgenorth and Harry you shall march Through Glocestershire by which account Our businesse valued some twelue daies hence Our general forces at Bridgenorth shall meet Our hands are full of businesse le ts away Aduantage feedes him fat while men delay Exeunt Enter Falstalffe and Bardol Fal. Bardoll am I not falne away vilely since this last action do I not bate do I not dwindle Why my skinne hangs about me like an old Ladies loose gowne I am withered like an oulde apple Iohn Well I le repent and that suddainly while I am in some liking
le forsweare armes The vertue of this ieast wil be the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue wil tel vs when we meet at supper how thirtie at least he fought with what wardes what blowes what extremities he indured and in the reproofe of this liues the iest Prin. Well I le goe with thee prouide vs all thinges necessarie and meete me to morrow night in Eastcheape there I le sup farewell Po. Farewel my Lord. Exit Poines Prin. I know you all and wil a while vphold The vnyokt humour of your idlenes Yet herein wil I imitate the sunne Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother vp his beautie from the world That when he please againe to be himselfe Being wanted he may be more wondred at By breaking through the soule and ougly mists Of vapours that did seeme to strangle him If all the yeere were playing holly-dayes To sport would be as tedious as to worke But when they seldome come they wisht for come And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents So when this loose behâ—uiour I throw off And pay the debt I neuer promised By how much better then my word I am By so much shall I falsifie mens hopes And like bright mettal on a sullein ground My reformation glittring ore my fault Shal shew more goodly and attract more eyes Then that which hath no foile to set it off I le so offend to make offence a skill Redeeming time when men thinke least I wil. Exit Enter the King Northumberland Worcester Hotspur sir Walterbluâ—t with others King My blood hath bin too colde and temperate Vnapt to stir at these indignities And you haue found me for accordingly You tread vpon my patience but be sure I will from henceforth rather be my selfe Mightie and to be fearde then my condition Which hath bin smooth as oile soft as yong downe And therefore lost that title of respect Which the proud soule neare payes but to the proud Wor. Our house my soueraigne liege little deserues The scourge of greatnes to be vsd on it And that same greatnesâ—e to which our owne hands Haue holpe to make so portly Nor. My Lord. King Worcester get thee gone for I do see Danger and diâ—obedience in thine eie O sir your presence is too bold and peremptorie And Maiestie might neuer yet endure The moodie frontier of a seruant browe You haue good leaue to leaue vs when we need Your vse and counsel we shall send for you Exit Wor. You were about to speake North. Yea my good Lord. Those prisoners in your highnes name demanded Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon tooke Were as he saies nor with such strength denied As is deliuered to your maiestie Either enuie therefore or misprision Is guiltie of this fault and not my sonne Hotsp My liege I did denie no prisoners But I remember when the fight was done When I was drie with rage and extreame toile Breathles and faint leaning vpon my sword Came there a certaine Lord neat and trimly drest Fresh as a bridegroome and his chin new rept Shewd like a stubble land as haruest home He was perfumed like a Milliner And twixt his finger and his thumbe he helde A pouncet boxe which euer and anon He gaue his nose and too kt away againe Who therewith angry when it next came there Tooke it in snuffe and still hee smild and talkt And as the souldiours bore dead bodies by He cald them vntaught knaues vnmanerlie To bring a slouenly vnhandsome coarse Betwixt the winde and his nobilitie With many holly-day and ladie termes He questioned me amongst the rest demanded My prisoners in your Maiesties behalfe I then all smarting with my wounds being cold To be so pestred with a Popingay Out of my griefe and my impacience Answerd neglectingly I know not what He should or he should not for he made me mad To see him shine so briske and smell so sweet And talke so like a waiting gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds God saue the mark And telling me the soueraignest thing on earth Was Parmacitie for an inward bruise And that it was great pitty so it was This villanous saltpeeter should be digd Out of the bowels of the harmeles earth Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed So cowardly and but for these vile guns He would himselfe haue beene a souldior This bald vnioynted that of hâ—s my Lord I answered indirectly as I said And I beseech you let not his report Come currant for an accusation Betwixt my loue and your high maiestie Blunt The circumstance considered good my lord What ere Lord Harry Percie 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 neuer rise To do him wrong or any way impeach What then he said so he vnsay it now King Why yet he doth denie his prisoners But with prouiso and exception That we at our owne charge shall ransome straight His brother in law the foolish Mortimer Who on my soule hath wilfully betraid The liues of those that he did lead to fight Against that great Magitian damnd Glendower Whose daughter as we heare that Earle of March Hath lately married shall our coffers then Be emptied to redeeme a traitor home Shall we buy treason and indent with feares When they haue lost and forfeited themselues No on the barren mountaines let him starue For I shall neuer hold that man my friend Whose tongue shall aske me for one penny cost To ransome home reuolted Mortimer Hot. Reuolted Mortimer He neuer did fall off my soueraigne liege But by the chance of war to proue that true Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds Those mouthed wounds which valiantly he tooke When on the gentle Seuerns siedgie banke In single opposition hand to hand He did confound the best part of an houre In changing hardiment with great Glendower Three times they breathd three times did they drinke Vpon agreement of swift Seuerns floud Who then affâ—ighted with their bloudie lookes Ran fearefully among the trembling reedes And hid his crispe-head in the hollow banke Bloud-stained with these valiant combatants Neuer did bare and rotten policy Colour her working with such deadly wounds Nor neuer could the noble Mortimer Receiue so many and all willingly Then let not him be slandered with reuolt King Thou dost bely him Percy thou dost bely him He neuer did encounter with Clendower I tel thee he durst as well haue met the diuell alone As Owen Glendower for an enemy Art thou not asham'd but sirrha hence forth Let me not heare you speake of Mortimer Send me your prisoners with the speediest meanes Or you shal heare in such a kind from me As will displease you My Lord Northumberland We licence your departure with your sonne Send vs your prisoners or you wil heare of it Exit King Hot. And if the diuel come and rore for them I wil not send them I will
Like bubbles in a late disturbed streame And in thy face strange motions haue appeard Such as we see when men restraine their breath On some great suddain hest O what portents are these Some heauy businesse hath my Lord in hand And I must know it else he loues me not Hot. What ho is Gilliams with the packet gone Ser. He is my Lord an houre ago Hot Hath Butler brought those horses from the Sherâ—â—fe Ser. One horse my Lord he brought euen now Hot. What horse Roane a cropeate is it not Ser. It is my Lord. Hot. That roane shall be my throne Wel I will backe him straight O Esperance bid Butler lead him forth into the parke La. But heare you my Lord. Hot. What saist thou my Lady La. What is it carries you away Hot. Why my horse my loue my horse La. Out you madhedded ape a weazel hath not such a deale of spleene as you are tost with In faith I le knowe your businesse Harry that I will I feare my brother Mortimer doth stir about his title and hath sent for you to line his enterprise but if you go Hot. So far a foot I shal be weary loue La. Come come you Paraquito answere me directly vnto this question that I aske in faith I le breake thy little finger Harry and if thou wilt not tel me all things true Hot. Away away you trifler loue I loue thee not I care not for thee Kate this is no world To play with mammets and to tilt with lips We must haue bloudy noses and crackt crownes And passe them currant too gods me my horse What saist thou Kate what wouldst thou haue with me La. Do you not loue me do you not indeed Wel do not then for since you loue me not I will not loue my selfe Do you not loue me Nay tel me if you speake in iest or no Hot. Come wilt thou see me ride And when I am a horsebacke I will sweare I loue thee infinitely But harke you Kate I must not haue you henceforth question me Whither I go nor reason where about Whither I must I must and to conclude This euening must I leaue you gentle Kate I know you wise but yet no farther wise Then Harry Percies wife constant you are But yet a woman and for secrecy No Lady closer for I well beleeue Thou wilt not vtter what thou dost not know And so far wil I trust thee gentle Kate. La. How so far Hot. Not an inch further but harke you Kate Whither I go thither shal you go too To day will I set forth to morrow you Will this content you Kate Lâ— It must of force Exeunt Enter Prince and Poines Prin. Ned preethe come out of that fat roome and lende me thy hand to laugh a little Poi Where hast bin Hal Prin. With three or foure loggerheades amongest three or fourescore hogsheades I haue sounded the verie base string of humilitie Sirrha I am sworne brother to a leash of drawers and can call them all by their christen names as Tom Dicke and Francis they take it already vpon their saluation that though I be but prince of Wales yet I am the king of Curtesie and tel me flaâ—ly I am no proud Iacke like Falstalffe but a Corinthian a lad of metall a good boy by the Lord so they call me and when I am king of England I shall command all the good lads in East-cheape They call drinking deepe dying scarlet and when you breath in your watering they cry hem and bid you play it off To conclude I am so good a proficieÌ„t in one quarter of an houre that I can drinke with any Tinker in his owne language during my life I tell thee Ned thou hast lost much honour that thou wâ—rt not with me in this action but sweete Ned to sweeten which name of Ned I giue thee this peniworth of sugar clapt euen now into my hand by an vnderskinker one that neuer spake oâ—her English in his life then eight shillings and sixe pence and you are welcome with this shrill addition anon anon sir skore a pint of bastard in the halfe mâ—â—ne or so But Ned to driue awaie the time till Falstalffe come I preethe doe thou stande in some by-roome while I question my puny drawer to what end he gaue me the sugar and do thou neuer leaue calling Frances that his tale to me may bee nothing but anon step aside and I le shew thee a present Po. Frances Prin. Thou art perfect Prin. Frances Enter Drawer Fran. Anon anon sir. Looke downe into the Pomgarnet Ralphe Prin. Come hether Frances Fran. My Lord. Prin. How long hast thou to serue Frances Fran. Forsâ—oth fiue yeeres and as much as to Poi Frances Fran. Anon anon sir. Prin. Fiue yeare berlady a long lease for the clinking of pewter but Frances dareâ—t thou be so valiant as to play the cowarde with thy Indenture and shewe it a faire paire of heeles and run from it Fran. O Lord sir I le be sworne vpon all the bookes in England I could find in my hart Poin. Frances Fran. Anon sir. Prin. How old art thou Frances Fran. Let me see about Michelmas next I shalbâ— Poin. Frances Fran. Anon sir pray stay a little my Lord. Prin. Nay but harke you Frances for the sugar thou gauest me t was a peniworth wast not Fran. O Lord I would it had bin two Prince I will giue thee for it a thousand pound aske me when thou wilt and thou shalt haue it Poin. Frances Fran. Anon anon Prin. Anon Frances no Frances but to morrow Frances or Frances a Thursday or indeede Fraunces when thou wilt But Fraunces Fran. My Lord. Prin. Wilt thou rob this leathern Ierkin cristall button noâ—pated agat ring puke stocking Caddice garter smothe tongue spanish pouch Fran. O Lord sir who do you meane Prin. Why then your brown bastard is your only drinke for looke you Fraunces your white canuas doublet will fulley In Barbary sir it cannot come to so much Fran. What sir Poin Frances Prin. Away you rogue dost thou not heare them cal Here they both cal him the Drawer stands amazed not knâ—â—ing which way to go Enter Vintâ—er Vint. What standst thou sâ—il and hearst such a calling 〈◊〉 to the guests within My Lord old sir Iohn with halfe a douzen more are at the doore shal I let them in Pri Let them alone a while and then open the doore Poines Poi Anon anon sir. Enter Poines Prince Sirrha Falstalffe and the rest of the theeues are at the doore shall we be merrie Po. As merry as Crickets my lad but harke ye what cunning match haue you made with this iest of the Drawer come what 's the issue Prin. I am now of all humors that haue shewed themselues humors since the oulde dayes of good man Adam to the pupill age of this present twelue a clocke at midnight What 's a clocke Frances Fran. Anon anon sir. Pr. That euer this fellowe
with your wiues of your departure hence I am afraid my daughter will run mad So much she doteth on her Mortimer Exit Mor. Fie coosen Percy how you crosse my father Hot. I cannot chuse sometime he angers me With telling me of the Mold warp and the Ant Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies And of a Dragon and a finles fish A clipwingd Griffin and a molten rauen A couching Leon and a ramping Cat And such a deale of skimble scamble stuffe As puts me from my faith I tel you what He held me last night at least nine houres In reckoning vp the seueral Diuels names That were his lackies I cried hum and wel go to But markt him not a word O he is as tedious As a tyred horse a railing wife Worse then a smoky house I had rather liue With cheese and garlike in a Windmil far Then feed on cates and haue him talke to me In any summer house in Christendome Mor. In saith he is a worthy gentleman Exceedingly well read and profited In strange concealements valiant as a lion And wondrous affable and as bountifull As mines of India shal I tell you coosen He holds your temper in a high respect And curbs himselfe euen of his natural scope When you come crosse his humor faith he does I warrant you that man is not aliue Might so haue tempted him as you haue done Without the tast of danger and reproofe But do not vse it oft let me intreat you Wor. In faith my Lord you are too wilfull blame And since your comming hither haue done enough To put him quite besides his patience You must needes learne Lord to amend this fault Though sometimes it shew greatnes courage bloud And that 's the dearest grace it renders you Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage Defect of maners want of gouernment Pride hautinesse opinion and disdaine The least of which hanting a noble man Looseth mens harts and leaues behind a staine Vpon the beauty of all parts besides Beguiling them of commendation Hot. Wel I am schoold good maners be your speed Here come our wiues and let vs take our leaue Enter Glendower with the Ladies Mor. This is the deadly spight that angers me My wife can speake no English I no Welsh Glen My daughter weepes shee le not part with you Shee le be a souldior to shee le to the wars Mor. Good father tell her that she and my Aunt Percy Shal follow in your conduct speedâ—ly Glondower speakes to her in Welsh and she answeres him in the same Glen She is desperate here A peeuish selfe wild harlotrie one that no perswasion can doe good vpon The Ladie speakes in Welsh Mor. I vnderstand thy lookes that prettie Welsh Which thou powrest downe from these swelling heauens I am too perfect in and but for shame In such a parley should I answere thee The Ladie agaâ—ne in welsh Mor. I vnderstand thy kisses and thou mine And that 's a feeling disputation But I will neuer be a truant loue Till I haue learnt thy language for thy tongue Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly pend Sung by a faire Queene in a summers bowre With rauishing diuision to her Lute Glen Nay if you melt then will she run mad The Ladâ—e speakes againe in Welsh Mor. O I am ignorance it selfe in this Glen She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you downe And rest your gentle head vpon her lap And she will sing the song that pleaseth you And on your eyelids crowne the God of sleepe Charming your bloud with pleasing heauinesse Making such difference twixt wake and sleepe As is the difference betwixt day and night The houre before the heauenly harnest teeme Begins his golden progresse in the east Mâ—r. With all my heartile sit and heare her sing By that time will our booke I thinke be drawne Glen Do so those musitions that shal play to you Hang in the aire a thousand leagues from hence And straight they shal be here sit and attend Hot. Come Kate thou art perfect in lying downe Come quick quick that I may lay my head in thy lap La. Go ye giddy goose The musicke playes Hot. Now I perceiue the diuell vnderstands Welsh And t is no maruaile he is so humorous Biâ—â—ady he is a good musition La. Then should you be nothing but musicall For you are altogither gouernd by humors Lie still ye thiefe and heare the Lady sing in Welsh Hot. I had rather heare lady my brache howle in Irish. La. Wouldst thou haue thy head broken Hotsp No. La. Then be still Hotsp Neither t is a womans fault La. Nowe God helpe thee Hot. To the Welsh Ladies bed La. What 's that Hot. Peace she sings Here the Ladie sings a welsh song Hot. Come Kate I le haue your song too La Not mine in good sooth Hot. Not yours in good sooth Hart you sweare like a comfit-makers wife not you in good sooth and as true as I liue and as God shall mend me and as sure as day And giuest such sarcenet surety for thy oathes As if thou neuer walkst further then Finsbury Sweare me Kate like a ladie as thou art A good mouthfilling oath and leaue in sooth And such protest of pepper ginger bread To veluet gards and Sunday Citizens Come sing La. I will not sing Hot. T is the next way to turne taylor or be redbrest teacher and the indentures be drawn I le away within these two houres and so come in when ye will Exit Glen Come come Lord Mortimer you are as slow As Hot. Lord Percy is on fire to go By this our booke is drawne wee le but seale And then to horse immediatlie Mor. With all my hart Exeunt Enter the King Prince of Wales and others King Lords giue vs leaue the Prince of Wales and I Must haue some priuate conference but be neare at hand For we shall presently haue neede of you Exeunt Lords I know not whether God will haue it so For some displeasing seruice I haue done That in his secret doome out of my blood Hee le breed reuengement and a scourge for me But thou dost in thy passages of life Make me beleeue that thou art onely markt For the hot vengeance and the rod of heauen To punish my mistreadings Tell me else Could such inordinate and low desires Such poore such bare such lewd such mean attempts Such barten pleasures rude societie As thou art matcht withall and grafted to Accompanie the greatnesse of thy blood And hold their leuâ—ll with thy princely heart Prin. So please your Maiestie I would I could Quit all offences with as cleare excuse As well as I am doubtlesse I can purge My selfe of many I am chargd withall Yet such extenuation let me beg As in reproofe of many tales deuisde Which oft the eare of greatnes needs must heare By smiling pickthanks and base newes mongers I may for some things true wherein my youth Hath faulty wandred and irregular Find