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
Or hetherwards intended speedily With strong and mighty preparation Hot. He shal be welcome too where is his sonne The nimble footed madcap prince of Wales And his Cumrades that daâ—t the world aside And bid it passe Ver. All furnisht al in Armes All plumde like Estridges that with the wind Baited like Eagles hauing lately bathd Glittering in golden coates like images As ful of spirit as the month of May And gorgeous as the sunne at Midsomer Wanton as youthful goates wild as young buls I saw yong Harry with his beuer on His cushes on his thighs gallantly armde Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an Angel drop down from the clouds To turne and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship Hot. No more no more worse then the sun in March This praise doth nourish agues let them come They come like sacrifices in their trim And to the fire-eyd maide of smoky war Al hot and bleeding will we offer them The mailed Mars shal on his altars sit Vp to the eares in bloud I am on fire To heare this rich reprizal is so nigh And yet not ours Come let me tast my horse Who is to beare me like a thunderbolt Against the bosome of the Prince of Wales Harry to Harry shal hot horse to horse Meete and neare part til one drop down a coarse Oh that Glendower were come Ver. There is more newes I learnd in Worcester as I rode along He can draw his power this fourteene daies Doug. That 's the worst tidings that I heare of it Wor. I by my faith that beares a frosty sound Hot. What may the kings whole battel reach vnto Ver. To thirty thousand Hot. Forty let it be My father and Glendower being both away The powers of vs may serue so great a day Come let vs take a muster speedily Doomes day is neare die all die merely Doug. Talke not of dying I am out of feare Of death or deaths hand for this one halfe yeare Exeunt Enter Falstalffe Bardoll Falst. Bardol get thee before to Couentry fill me a bottle of Sacke our souldiors shall march through Wee le to Sutton cophill to night Bar. Will you giue me money captaine Fal. Lay out lay out Bar. This bottell makes an angel Fal. And if it do take it for thy labour and if it make twenty take them all I le answere the coynage bid my Liuetenant Peto meet me at townes end Bar. I will captaine farewell Exit Fal. If I be not ashamed of my soldiours I am a souct gurnet I haue misused the kinges presse damnablie I haue got in exchange of 150. soldiours 300. and odde poundes I presse me none but good houshoulders Yeomans sonnes inquire me out contracted batchelers such as had been askt twice on the banes such a commodity of warme slaues as bad as lieue heare the Diuell as a drumme such as feare the report of a Caliuer worse then a strucke foule or a hurt wild ducke I prest mee none but such tostes and butter with hearts in their bellies no bigger then pinnes heades and they haue bought out their seruices and now my whole charge consists of Ancients Corporals Lieutenants gentlemen of companies slaues as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth where the gluttons dogs licked his sores and such as indeed were neuer souldiours but discarded vniust seruingmen yonger sonnes to yonger brothers reuolted tapsters and Ostlers tradefalne the cankers of a calme world and a long peace ten times more dishonourable ragged then an olde fazd ancient and such haue I to fill vp the roomes of them as haue bought out their seruices that you woulde thinke that I had a hundred and fiftie tottered prodigals latelie come from swine keeping from eating draffe and husks A mad fellowe met mee on the way and tolde mee I had vnloaded all the Gibbets and prest the dead bodies No eye hath seene such skarcrowes I le not march through Couentry with them that 's flat nay and the villains march wide betwixt the legs as if they had giues on for indeede I had the most of them out of prison there 's not a shert and a halfe in all my companie and the halfe shert is two napkins tackt togither and throwne ouer the shoulders like a Heralds coate without sleeues and the shert to say the trueth stolne from my host at S. Albones or the red-nose Inkeeper of Dauintry but that 's all one thei le find linnen inough on euerie hedge Enter the Prince Lord of Westmerland Prin. How now blowne racke how now quilt Fal. What Hal how now mad wag what a diuel dost thou in Warwickshire My good Lo. of Westmerland I cry you mercy I thought your honour had alreadie bin at shrewesburie West Faith sir Iohn t is more then time that I were there and you too but my powers are there already the king I can tel you lookes for vs all we must away all night Falst. Tut neuer feare mee I am as vigilant as a Cat to steale Creame Prin. I thinke to steale Creame indeed for thy theft hath alreadie made thee butter but tell me iacke whose fellowes are these that come after Falst. Mine Hall mine Prince I did neuer see such pitifull rascals Falst. Tut tut good inongh to tosse foode for powder foode for powder thei le fill a pit as well as better rush man mortall men mortal men Wâ—st I but sir Iohn me thinkes they are exceeding poore and bare too beggerly Falst. Faith for their pouerty I know not where they had that and for their barenesse I am sure they neuer learnd that of me Prin. No I le be sworne vnlesse you call three fingers in the ribs bare but sirrha make haste Percy is already in the field Exit Fal. What is the king incampt West He is sir Iohn I feare we shal stay too long Fal. Wel to the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast fits a dul fighter and a kene guest Exeunt Enter Hotspur Worcester Doug Vernon Hot. Wee le fight with him to night Wor. It may not be Doug. You giue him then aduantage Ver. Not a whit Hot. Why say you so lookes he not for supply Ver. So do we Hot. His is certaine ours is doubtful Wor. Good coosen be aduisd stir not to night Ver. Do not my Lord. Doug. You do not counsel wel You speake it out of feare and cold hart Ver. Do me no slander Douglas by my life And I dare well maintaine it with my life If well respected honor bid me on I hould as little counsell with weake feare As you my Lord or any Scot that this day liues Let it be seene to morrow in the battell which of vs feares Doug. Yea or to night Ver. Content Hot. To night say I. Ver. Come come it may not be I wonder much being men of such great leading as you are That you foresee not what impediments
after straight And tel him so for I will ease my hart Albeit I make a hazard of my head Nor. What dronk with choler stay pause a while Here comes your vncle Enter Wor. Hot. Speake of Mortimer Zounds I will speake of him and let my soule Want mercy if I do not ioine with him Yea on his part I le empty all these vaines And shed my deere bloud drop by drop in the dust But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer As high in the aire as this vnthankefull king As this ingrate and cankred Bullingbrooke Nor. Brother the king hath made your nephew mad Wor. Who strooke this heat vp after I was gone Hot. He wil forsooth haue all my prisoners And when I vrg'd the ransome once againe Of my wiues brother then his cheeke lookt pale And on my face he turn'd an eie of death Trembling euen at the name of Mortimer Worst I cannot blame him was not he proclaim'd By Richard that dead is the next of bloud North He was I heard the proclamation And then it was when the vnhappy king Whose wrongs in vs God pardon did set forth Vpon his Irish expedition From whence he intercepted did returne To be depos'd and shortly murdered Worst And for whose death we in the worlds wide mouth Liue scandaliz'd and foâ—ly spoâ—en of Hot. But soft I pray you did king Richard then Proclaime my brother Edmund Mortimer Hâ—ire to the crowne North. He did my selfe did heare it Hot. Nay then I cannot blâ—me his coosen king That wisht him on the barren mountaines starue But shal it be that you that set the crowne Vpon the head of this forgetfulman And for his sake weare the detested blot Of murtheâ—ous subornation shal it be That you a world of curses vndergo Being the agents or base second meanes The cordes the ladder or the hangman rather O pardon me that I descend so low To shew the line and the predicament Wherein you range vnder this subtil king Shall it for shame be spoken in these daies Orfil vp Chronicles in time to come That men of your nobility and power Did gage them both in an vniust behalfe As both of you God pardon it haue done To put down Richard that sweet louely Rose And plant this thorne this canker Bullingbrooke And shal it in more shame be further spoken That you are foold diâ—carded and shâ—oke off By him for whom these shames ye vnderwent No yet time serues wherein you may redeeme Your banisht honors and restore your selues Into the gâ—â—d thoughts of the world againe Reuenge the ieering and disdaind contempt Of this proud king who studies day and night To answere all the debt he owes to you Euen with the bloudie paiment of your deaths Therefore I say Wor. Peace coosen say no more And now I will vnclaspe a secret booke And to your quicke conceiuing discontents I le reade you matter deepe and daungerous As full of perill and aduenterous spirit As to ore walke a Current roring lowd On the vnstedfast footing of a speare Hot. If he fall in god-night or sinke or swim Send danger from the East vnto the West So honor crosse it from the North to South And let them grapple O the bloud more stirs To rou'e a lyon than to start a hare North. Imagination of some great exploit Driues him beyond the bounds of patience By heauen me thinkes it were an easie leape To plucke bright honour from the palefac'd moone Or diue into the bottome of the deepe Where fadome line cou'd neuer touch the ground And plucke vp drowned honour by the locks So he that doth redeeme her thence might weare Without corâ—iuall aâ—l her dignities But out vpon this halfe fac't fellowship Wor He apprehends a world of figures here But not the forme of what he should attend Good coosen giue me audience for a while Hot. I crie you mercie Wor Those same noble Scots that are your prisoners Hot. I le keepe them all By God he shall not haue a Scot of them No if a Scot would saue his soule he shall not I le keepe them by this hand Wor. You start away And lend no care vnto my purposes Those prisoners you shall keepe Hot. Nay I will that 's flat He said he would not ransome Mortimer Forbad my tongue to speake of Mortimer But I will find him when he lies asleepe And in his care I le hollow Mortimer Nay I le haue a starling shal be taught to speake Nothing but Mortimer and giue it him To keepe his anger still in motion Wor. Heare you cosen a word Hot. All studies here I solemnly defie Saue how to gall and pinch this Bullenbrooke And that same sword and buckler Prince of Wales But that I thinke his father loues him not And would be glad he met with some mischance I would haue him poisoned with a pot of ale Wor. Farewel kinsman I le talke to you When you are better temperd to attend Nor. Why what a waspe-stung and impatient foole Art thou to breake into this womans moode Tying thine care to no toung but thine owne Hot. Why looke you I am whipt and scourg'd with rods Netled and stung with pismires when I heare Of this vile polititian Bullingbrooke In Richards time what do you call the place A plague vpon it it is in Glocestershire T was where the mad-cap duke his vncle kept His vncle Yorke where I first bowed my knee Vnto this king of smiles this Bullenbrooke Zbloud when you and he came backe from Rauenspurgh North. At Barkly castle Hot. You say true Why what a candy deale of curtesie This fawning greyhound then did profer me Looke when his infant fortune came to age And gentle Harry Percy and kind coosen O the diuill take such coosoners god forgiue me Good vncle tell your tale I haue done Wor. Nay if you haue not to it againe We wil stay your leisure Hot. I haue done Ifaith Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners Deliuer them vp without their ransome straight And make the Douglas sonne your only meane For Powers in Scotland which for diuers reasons Which I shall send you written be assur'd Wil easely be granted you my Lord. Your sonne in Scotland being thus emploied Shal secretly into the bosome creepe Of that same noble prelat welbelou'd The Archbishop Hot. Of Yorke is it not Wor. True who beares hard His brothers death at Bristow the lord Scroop I speake not this in estimation As what I thinke might be but what I know Is ruminated plotted and set downe And onely staies but to behold the face Of that occasion that shal bring it on Hot. I smell it Vpon my life it will do well Nort. Before the game is afoote thou still letst slip Hot. Why it cannot chuse but be a noble plot And then the power of Scotland and of Yorke To ioine with Mortimer ha Wor. And so they shall Hot. In faith it is exceedingly well aimd Wor. And t is no little
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
should haue fewer wordes then a Parrat and yet the sonne of a woman His industrie is vp staires and down staires his eloquence the parcel of a reckoning I am not yet of Percyes minde the Hotspur of the North he that kils mee some sixe or seuen douzen of Scots at a breakfast washes his handes and saies to his wife fie vpon this quiet life I want worke O my sweet Harry saies she how manie hast thou kild to day Giue my roane horse a drench sayes hee and aunsweres some foureteene an houre after a trifle a trifle I preethe call in Falstalffe I le play Percy and that damnde brawne shall play dame Mortimer his wife Riuo saies the drunkarde call in Ribs cal in Tallow Enter Falstaffe Poin. Welcome Iacke where hast thou bin Falst. A plague of al cowards I say and a vengeance too marry and Amen giue me a cup of sacke boy Eare Head this life long I le sow neatherstocks and mend them and foote them too A plague of all cowards Giue me a cup of sache rogue is there no vertue extant he drinketh Prin. Didst thou neuer see Titan kisse a dish of butter pittifull harted Titan that melted at the sweet tale of the sonnes if thou didst then behold that compound Falst. You rogue heere 's lime in this sacke too there is nothing but rogery to be found in villanous man yet a cowarde is worse then a cup of sacke with lime in it A villanous cowarde Go thy waies old Iacke die when thou wilt if manhood good manhood be not forgot vpon the face of the earth then am I a shotten herring there liues not three good men vnhangde in England and one of them is fat and growes old God helpe the while a bad world I say I would I were a weauer I could sing psalmes or any thing A plague of all cowards I say still Prin How now Wolsacke what mutter you Falst. A kings sonne if I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath and driue all thy subiects afore thee like a flock of wild geese I le neuer weare haire on my face more you prince of Wales Prin. Why you horeson round-man what 's the matter Falst. Are not you a cowarde aunswere mee to that and Poines there Poin. Zoundes ye fat paunch and ye call me cowarde by the Lord I le stab thee Falst. I call thee cowarde â—le see thee damnde ere I call thee coward but I woulde giue a thousand pound I coulde runne as fast as thou canst You are streight enough in the shoulders you care not who sees your backe call you that backing of your friends a plague vpon such backing giue me them that will face me giue me a cup of sacke I am a rogue if I drunke to day Prin. O vâ—llain thy lips are scarse wipt since thou drunkst last Falst. All is one for that He drinketh A plague of all cowards still say I. Prin What 's the matter Falst. What 's the matter there be foure of vs here haue tane a thousand pound this day morning Prin. Where is it Iacke where is it Fal. Where is it taken from vs it is a hundred vppon poore foure of vs. Prin. What a hundred man Falst. I am a rogue if I were not at halfe sword with a douzen of them two houres together I haue scapt by myracle I am eight times thrust through the doublet foure through the hose my buckler cut through and through my sworde hackt like a handsaw ecce signum I neuer dealt better since I was a man al would not do A plague of all cowards let them speake if they speake more or lesse then truth they are villains and the sonnes of darknesse Gad Speake sirs how was it Ross. We foure set vpon some douzen Falst. Sixteene at least my Lord. Ross. And bound them Peto No no they were not bound Falst. You rogue they were bounde euerie man of them or I am a Iew else an Ebrew Iew. Ross. As we were sharing some sixe or seuen fresh men set vpon vs. Falst. And vnbound the rest and then come in the other Prin. What fought you with them all Falst. Al I know not what you cal al but if I fought not with fiftie of them I am a bunch of radish if there were not two or three and fiftie vpon poore olde Iacke then am I no two legd Creature Prin. Pray God you haue not murdred some of them Falst. Nay that 's past praying for I haue pepperd two of them Two I am sure I haue paied two rogues in buckrom sutes I tel thee what Hall if I tell thee a lie spit in my face call me horse thou knowest my olde warde here I lay and thus I bore my poynt foure rogues in Bâ—ckrom let driue at me Prin What foure thou saidst but two euen now Falst. Foure Hal I told thee foure Poin. I I he said foure Fâ—l These foure came all a front and mainely thrust at me I made me no more adoe but tooke all their seuen points in my target thus Prin. Seuen why there were but foure euen now Falst. In Buckrom Po. I foure in Buckrom suites Falst. Seuen by these hilts or I am a villaine else Pr. Preethe let him alone we shall haue more anon Falst. Doest thou heare me Hal Prince I and marke thee to iacke Falst. Do so for it is worth the listning to these nine in Buckrom that I told thee of Prince So two more alreadie Falst. Their points being broken Poy Downe fell their hose Falst. Began to giue me ground but I followed me close came in foot and hand and with a thought seuen of the eleuen I paid Prin. O monstrous eleuen Buckâ—om men growne out of two Fal. But as the diuell would haue it three misbegotten knaues in Kendall greene came at my backe and let driue at mee for it was so darke Hal that thou couldest not see thy hand Prin. These lies are like their father that begets them grosse as a mountaine open palpable Why thou clay braind guts thou knotty-pated foole thou horeson obscene greasie tallow-catch Falst. What art thou mad art thou mad is not the truth the truth Pr. Why how couldst thou know these men in Kendal greene when it was so darke thou couldst not see thy hand come tell vs your reason What sayest thou to this Po. Come your reason Iacke your reason Falst. What vppon compulsion Zoundes and I were at the strappado or all the rackes in the worlde I would not tell you on compulsion Giue you a reason on compulsion if reasons were as plentifull as blackberries I would giue no man a reason vppon compulsion I. Prin. I le be no longer guiltie of this sinne This sanguine coward this bed presâ—er this horse-backe-breaker this huge hill of flesh Fa. Zbloud you starueling you elsskin you dried neatsâ—ong you bulspizzle you stockfish O for breath to vtter what is like thee you tailers yard you
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
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
vnknit This churlish knot of all abhorred war And moue in that obedient orbe againe Where you did giue a faire and naturall light And be no more an exhalde meteor A prodigie of feare and a portent Of broched mischiefe to the vnborne times Worst Heare me my liege For mine own part I could be well content To entertaine the lag end of my life With quiet houres For I protest I haue not sought the day of this dislike King You haue not sought it how comes it then Fal. Rebellion lay in his way and he found it Prin. Peace chewet peace Wor. It pleasd your maiesty to turne your lookes Of fauor from my selfe and all our house And yet I must remember you my Lord We were the first and dearest of your friends For you my staffe of office did I breake In Richards time and posted day and night To meet you on the way and kisse your hand When yet you were in place and in account Nothing so strong and fortunate as I. It was my selfe my brother and his sonne That brought you home and boldly did outdare The dangers of the time You swore to vs And you did sware that oath at Dancaster That you did nothing purpose gainst the state Nor clame no further then your new falne right The seat of Gaunt Dukedom of Lancaster To this we swore our aide but in short space It rainde downe fortune showring on your head And such a floud of greatnesse fell on you What with our helpe what with the absent king What with the iniuries of a wanton time The seeming sufferances that you had borne And the contrarious winds that held the king So long in his vnlucky Irish wars That all in England did repute him dead And from this swarme of faire aduantages You tooke occasion to be quickly wooed To gripe the general sway into your hand Forgot your oath to vs at Dancaster And being fed by vs you vsd vs so As that vngentle gull the Cuckoes bird Vseth the sparrow did oppresse our neast Grew by our feeding to so great a bulke That euen our loue durst not come neare your sight For feare of swallowing but with nimble wing We were inforst for safety sake to flie Out of your sight and raise this present head Whereby we stand opposed by such meanes As you your selfe haue forgde against your selfe By vnkind vsage daungerous countenance And violation of all faith and troth Sworne to vs in your yonger enterprize King These things indeed you haue articulate Proclaimd at market Crosses read in Churches To face the garment of rebellion With some fine colour that may please the eye Of fickle changlings and poore discontents Which gape and rub the elbow at the newes Of hurly burly innouation And neuer yet did insurrection want Such water colors to impaint his cause Nor moody beggars staruing for a time Of pell mell hâ—uocke and câ—nfusion Prin. In both your armies there is many a soule Shall pay full dearely for this incounter If once they ioine in trial tell your nephew The prince of Wales doth ioine with all the world In praise of Henrie Percy by my hopes This present enterprise set of his head I do not thinke a brauer Gentleman More actiue valiant or more valiant yong More daring or more bold is now aliue To grace this latter age with noble deedes For my part I may speake it to my shame I haue a truant beene to Chiualrie And so I heare he doth account me too Yet this before my fathers maiestie I am content that he shall take the oddes Of his great name and estimation And will to saue the blood on either side Trie fortune with him in a single fight King And prince of Wales so dare we venture thee Albeit considerations infinite Do make against it no good Worcester no We loue our people well euen those we loue That are misled vpon your coosens part And will they take the offer of our grace Both he and they and you yea euery man Shall be my friend againe and I le be his So tell your coosen and bring me word What he will do But if he will not yeeld Rebuke and dread correction waight on vs And they shall do their office So be gone We will not now be troubled with replie We offer faire take it aduisedly Exit Worcester Prin. It will not be accepted on my life The Dowglas and the Hotspur both togither Are confident against the world in armes King Hence therefore euery leader to his charge For on their aâ—swere will we set on them And God befriend vs as our cause is iust Exeunt manent Falst Hal if thou see me downe in the battel Prince Falst. And bestride me so t is a poynt of friendship Prin Nothing but a Colossus can do thee that friendship Say thy prayers and farewell â—aâ— I would t were bed time Hal and all well Prin. Why thou owest God a death Falst. T is not due yet I would be loath to pay him before his day what need I be so forwarde with him that cals not on mee Well t is no matter honor prickes me on yea but how if honor pricke me off when I come on how then can honor set to a leg no or an arme no or take away the griefe of a wound no honor hath no skil in surgerie then no what is honor a word what is in that word honor what is that honour aire a trim reckoning Who hath it he that died a Wednesday doth he feele it no doth he heare it no t is insensible theÌ„ yea to the dead but wil not liue with the liuing no why detraction will not suffer it therefore I le none of it honor is a meere skutchion and so ends my Catechisme Exit Enter Worcester sir Richard Vernon Wor. O no my nephew must not know sir Richard The liberal and kind offer of the king Ver. T were best he did Wor. Then are we all vnder one It is nâ—t possible it cannot be The king should keepe his word in louing vs He will suspect vs still and find a time To punish this offence in other faults Supposition al our liues shall be stucke full of eyes For treason is but trusted like the Foxe Who neuer so tame so cherisht and lockt vp Will haue a wilde tricke of his ancesters Looke how we can or sad or merely Interpretation will misquote our lookes And we shall feed like oxen at a stall The better cherisht still the nearer death My nephewes trespasse may be well forgot It hath the excuse of youth and heat of blood And an adopted name of priueledge A hair-braind Hotspur gouernd by a spleene All his offences liue vpon my head And oâ— his fathers We did traine him on And his corruption being tane from vs We as the spring of all shall pay for all Therefore good coosen let not Harry know In any case the offer of the King Enter Percy Ver. Deliuer what you will
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
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