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
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
Peace good pint-pot peace good tickle-braine Harrie I doe not onelie maruaile where thou spendest thy time but also how thou art accompanied For though the cammomill the more it is troden on the faster it growes so youth the more it is wasted the sooner it weares that thou art my son I haue partly thy mothers worde partlie my owne opinion but chieflie a villainous tricke of thine eye and a foolish hanging of thy neather lippe that dooth warrant me If then thou bee sonne to mee heere lies the poynt why beeing sonne to me art thou so pointed at shal the blessed sunne of heauen proue a micher and eat black-berries a question not to be askt Shall the sonne of England proue a theefe and take purses a question to be askt There is a thing Harry which thou hast often heard of and it is knowne to many in our land by the name of pitch This pitch as ancient writers do report doth defile so doth the companie thou keepest for Harrie now I do not speake to thee in drinke but in teares not in pleasure but in passion not in words onely but in woes also and yet there is a vertuous man whom I haue often noted in thy companie but I know not his name Prin. What maner of man and it like your Maiestie Fal. A goodly portly man ifayth and a corpulent of a cheerful looke a pleasing eie and a most noble cariage and as I thinke his age some fiftie or birladie inclining to threescore and nowe I remember me his name is Falstalffe if that man shoulde bee lewdly giuen hee deceiueth me For Harry I see vertue in his lookes if then the tree may bee knowne by the fruit as the fruit by the tree then peremptorily I speake it there is vertue in that Falstalffe him keepe with the rest banish and tell me now thou naughtie varlet tell me where hast thou beene this month Prin. Dost thou speake like a king do thou stand for me and I le play my father Fal. Depose me if thou dost it halfe so grauely so maiestically both in word and matter hang me vp by the heeles for a rabbet sucker or a poulters Hare Prin. Well here I am set Fal. And here I stand iudge my maisters Prin. Now Harry whence come you Fal. My noble Lord from Eastcheape Prin. The complaints I heare of thee are greeuous Fal. Zbloud my Lord they are false nay I le tickle ye for a yong prince I faith Prin. Swearest thou vngratious boy hence forth nere looke on me thou art violently carried awaie from grace there is a diuell haunts thee in the likenesse of an olde fat man a tun of man is thy companion why doest thou conuerse with that trunke of humours that boulting hutch of beastlinesse that swolne parcell of dropsies that huge bombard of sacke that stuft cloakebag of guts that rosted Manningtre Oxe with the pudding in his belly that reuerent vice that gray iniquity that father ruffian that vanity in yeares wherein is he good but to tast sacke and drinke it wherein neat and clenly but to carue a capon and eat it wherein cunning but in craft wherein craâ—ty but in villany wherein villanous but in al things where in worthy but in nothing Fal. I would your grace would take me with you whome meanes your grace Prin. That villanous abhominable misleader of youth Falstalffe that olde white bearded Sathan Fal. My Lord the man I know Prin. I know thou doest Fal. But to say I knowe more harme in him then in my selfe were to say more then I know that he is olde the more the pittie his â—hite haires doe witnesse it but that he is sauing your reuerence a whoremaster that I vtterlie denie if sacke and sugar be a fault God helpe the wicked if to be olde and merry be a sin then many an old host that I know is damnd if to be fat be to be hated then Pharaos lane kine are to be loued No my good lord banish Peto banish Bardoll banish Poines but for sweet Iacke Falstalffe kinde Iacke Falstalffe true Iacke Falstalffe valiant Iacke Falstalffe therfore more valiant being as he is old Iacke Falstalffe banish not him thy Harries companie banish not him thy Harries companie banish plumpe Iacke and banish all the world Prin. I do I will Enter Bardoll running Bar. O my Lord my Lord the Sheriffe with a most monstrous watch is at the doore Falst. Our ye rogue play out the play I haue much to say in the behalfe of that Falstalffe Enter the hostesse Host. O Iesu my Lord my Lord Prin. Heigh heigh the Deuil rides vpon a fiddle sticke what 's the matter Host. The Sheriffe and al the watch are at the doore they are come to search the house shall I let them in Falst. Doest thou heare Haâ— neuer call a true piece of golde a counterset thou art essenâ—ially made without seeming so Prin. And thou a naturall coward without instinct Falst. I deny your Maior if you wil deny the Sheriffe so if not let him enter If I become not a Cart as well as another man a plague on my bringing vp I hope I shall as soone bee strangled with a halter as another Prin. Go hide thee behind the Arras the rest walke vp aboue now my masters for a true face and good conscience Falst. Both which I haue had but their date is out and therefore I le hide me Prin. Call in the Sheriffe Enter Sheriffe and the Carrier Prin. Now master Sheriffe what is your wil with me Sher. First pardon me my Lord. A hue and crie hath followed certaine men vnto this house Prin. What men Sher. One of them is well known my gratious Lorde a grosse fat man Car. As fat as butter Prin. The man I do assure you is not here For I my selfe at this time haue emploid himâ— And Sheriffe I will ingage my word to thee That I will by to morrow dinner time Send him to answere thee or any man For any thing he shall be charg'd withal And so let me intreat you leaue the house Sher. I will my Lord there are two gentlemen Haue in this robbery lost 300. markes Prin. It may be so if he haue robd these men He shal be answerable and so fare well She. God night my noble Lord. Prin. I thinke it is god morrow is it not She. Indeed my Lord I thinke it be two a clocke Exit Prin. This oyâ—ie rascall is knowne as well as Poules goe call him forth Peto Falstalffe fast asleepe behind the Arras and snorting like a horse Prin. Harke how hard he fetches breath search his pockets He searcheth his pocket and findeth certaine papers Pr. What hast thou found Pet. Nothing but papers my Lord. Prin. Le ts see what they be read them Item a capon 2. s ii d. Item sawce iiij d. Item sacke two gallons v. s viij d. Item anchaues and sacke after supper 2 s vj d. Item bread ob O monstrous but
one halfe peniworth of bread to this intollerable deale of sack what there is else keepe close wee l read it at more aduanâ—age there let him sleepe till day I le to the court in the morning We must all to the wars and thy place shal be honorable I le procure this fat rogue a charge of foot and I know his death will bee a march of twelue skore the money shall bee paid backe againe with aduantage bee with me betimes in the morning and so good morrow Peto Peto Good morrow good my Lord. Exeunt Enter Hotspur Worcester Lord Mortimer Owen Glendower Mor. These promises are faire the parties sure Hot. Lord Mortimer and coosen Glendower wil you sit down and Vncle Worcester a plague vpon it I haue forgot the map Glendow No here it is sit Coosen Percy sit good Coosen Hotspur for by that name as oft as Lancaster doth speake of you his cheeke lookes pale and with a rising sigh hee wisheth you in heauen Hot. And you in hell as oft as he heares Owen Glendower spoke of Glen I cannot blame him at my natiuity The front of heauen was full of fiery shapes Of burning cressets and at my birth The framâ— and huge foundation of the earth Shaked like a coward Hot. Why 〈◊〉 it woulde haue done at the same season if your mothers cat haâ— but kittend though your selfe had neuer beene borne Glen I say 〈◊〉 â—arth did shake when I was borne Hot. And I say the earth was not of my mind If you suppose as fearing you it shooke Glen The heauens were all on fire the earth did tremble Hot. Oh then the earth shooke to see the heauens on fire And not in feare of your natiuity Diseased nature oftentimes breakes forth In strange eruptions oft the teeming earth Is with a kind of collicke pincht and vext By the imprisoning of vnruly wind Within hervvombe vvhich for enlargement striuing Shakes the old Beldame earth and topples down Steeples and mossegrovvn towers At your birth Our Grandam earth hauing this distemprature â—n passion shooke Glen Coosen of many men I do not beare these crossings giue me leaue To tell you once againe that at my birth The front of heauen vvas full of fiery shapes The goates ran from the mountaines and the heards Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields These signes haue markt me extraordinary And all the courses of my life do shew I am not in the roule of common men Where is he liuing clipt in with the sea That chides the bancks of England Scotland Wales Which cals me pupil or hath read to me And bring him out that is but womans sonne Can trace me in the tedious waies of Arte And hold me pace in deepe experiments Hot. I thinke there 's no man speakes better Welsh I le to dinner Mor. Peace coosen Percy you wil make him mad Glen I can cal spirits from the vaâ—ly deepe Hot. Why so can I or so can any man But wil they come when you do cal for them Glen Why I can teach you coosen to command the Deuil Hot. And I can teach thee coose to shame the deuil By telling truth Tel truth and shame the deuil If thou haue power to raise him bring him hither And I le be sworne I haue power to shame him hence Oh while you liue tel truth and shame the deuil Mor. Come come no more of this vnprofitable chat Glen Three times hath Henry Bullenbrooke made head Against my power thrice from the bankes of Wye And sandy bottomd Seuerne haue I sent him Booteles home and weather beaten backe Hot. Home without bâ—â—tes and in foule weather too How scapes she agues in the deuils name Glen Come here is the map shal we diuide our right According to our three fold order tane Mor. The Archdeacon hath diuided it Into three limits very equally England from Trent and Sâ—uerne hitherto By South and East is to my part assignd Al westward Wales beyond the Seuerne shore And al the fertile land within that bound To Owen Glendower and deare coose to you The remnant Northward lying off from Trent And our indentures tripartite are drawn Which being sâ—aled enterchangeably A businesse that this night may execute To morrow coosen Percy you and I And my good Lord of Worcester wil set forth To meet your father and the Scottish power As is appointed vs at Shrewsbury My father Glendower is not ready yet Nor shal we need his helpe these fourteen daies Within that space you may haue drawne together Your tenants friends and neighbouring gentlemen Glen A shorter time shall send me to you Lords And in my conduct shall your Ladies come From whom you now must steale and take no leaue For there wil be a world of water shed Vpon the parting of your wiues and you Hot. Me thinks my moity North from Burton here In quantitâ— equals not one of yours See how this riuer comes me cranking in And cuts me from the best of all my land A huge halfe moone a monstrous scantle out I le haâ—e the currant in this place damnd vp And here the smug and siluer Trent shall run In a new châ—nnell faire and euenly It shall not wind with such a deepe indent To â—ob mâ— of so rich a bottome here Glen Not wind it shal it must you see it doth Mor Yea but marke bowe he beares his course and runs mee vp with like aduauntage on the other side gelding the opposed continent as much as on the other side it takes from you Wor Yea but a little charge wil trench him here And on this Northside win this cape of land And theâ— he ruâ—s straight and euen Hot. I le haue it so a little charge will do it Glen I le not haue it altred Hot Will not you Glen No nor you shall not Hot. Who shall â—ay me nay Glen Why that will I. Hot. Let me not vnderstand you then speake it in Welsh Glen I can speake English Lord as well as you For I was traind vp in the English court Where being but yong I framed to the harpe Many an English ditty louely well And gaue the tongue a helpeful ornament A vertue that was neuer seene in you Hot. Marry and I am glad of it with all my hart I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Then one of these same miter ballet mongers I had rather heare a brazen can sticke turnd Or a drie wheele grate on the exle tree And that would set my teeth nothing an edge Nothing so much as miâ—sing poetry T is like the forc't gate of a shuffling nag Glen Come you shal haue Trent turnd Hot. I do not care I le giue thrice so much land To any well deseruing friend But in the way of bargaine marke ye me I le cauill on the ninth part of a haire Are the Indentures drawn shal we be gone Glen The moon shines faire you may away by night I le haste the writer and withal Breake
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