|The Second part of King Henry the Fourth|
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Warkworth. Before the castle
Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tonguesRUMOUR
Open your ears; for which of you will stop
The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks?
I, from the orient to the drooping west,
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
The acts commenced on this ball of earth:
Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
The which in every language I pronounce,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
I speak of peace, while covert enmity
Under the smile of safety wounds the world:
And who but Rumour, who but only I,
Make fearful musters and prepared defence,
Whiles the big year, swoln with some other grief,
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures
And of so easy and so plain a stop
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still-discordant wavering multitude,
Can play upon it. But what need I thus
My well-known body to anatomize
Among my household? Why is Rumour here?
I run before King Harry's victory;
Who in a bloody field by Shrewsbury
Hath beaten down young Hotspur and his troops,
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I
To speak so true at first? my office is
To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth fell
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword,
And that the king before the Douglas' rage
Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.
This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,
Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,
Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on,
And not a man of them brings other news
Than they have learn'd of me: from Rumour's tongues
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than
Enter LORD BARDOLPHLORD BARDOLPH
Who keeps the gate here, ho?Porter LORD BARDOLPH Porter
The Porter opens the gateWhere is the earl?
His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard;LORD BARDOLPH
Please it your honour, knock but at the gate,
And he himself wilt answer.
Here comes the earl.NORTHUMBERLAND
What news, Lord Bardolph? every minute nowLORD BARDOLPH NORTHUMBERLAND LORD BARDOLPH
Should be the father of some stratagem:
The times are wild: contention, like a horse
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose
And bears down all before him.
As good as heart can wish:NORTHUMBERLAND LORD BARDOLPH
The king is almost wounded to the death;
And, in the fortune of my lord your son,
Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts
Kill'd by the hand of Douglas; young Prince John
And Westmoreland and Stafford fled the field;
And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John,
Is prisoner to your son: O, such a day,
So fought, so follow'd and so fairly won,
Came not till now to dignify the times,
Since Caesar's fortunes!
I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence,NORTHUMBERLAND LORD BARDOLPH
A gentleman well bred and of good name,
That freely render'd me these news for true.
My lord, I over-rode him on the way;NORTHUMBERLAND TRAVERS
And he is furnish'd with no certainties
More than he haply may retail from me.
My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me backNORTHUMBERLAND
With joyful tidings; and, being better horsed,
Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard
A gentleman, almost forspent with speed,
That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse.
He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him
I did demand what news from Shrewsbury:
He told me that rebellion had bad luck
And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold.
With that, he gave his able horse the head,
And bending forward struck his armed heels
Against the panting sides of his poor jade
Up to the rowel-head, and starting so
He seem'd in running to devour the way,
Staying no longer question.
Ha! Again:LORD BARDOLPH
Said he young Harry Percy's spur was cold?
Of Hotspur Coldspur? that rebellion
Had met ill luck?
My lord, I'll tell you what;NORTHUMBERLAND LORD BARDOLPH
If my young lord your son have not the day,
Upon mine honour, for a silken point
I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
He was some hilding fellow that had stolen
The horse he rode on, and, upon my life,
Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news.
Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf,MORTON
Foretells the nature of a tragic volume:
So looks the strand whereon the imperious flood
Hath left a witness'd usurpation.
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury?
I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord;NORTHUMBERLAND
Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask
To fright our party.
How doth my son and brother?MORTON NORTHUMBERLAND
Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
And would have told him half his Troy was burnt;
But Priam found the fire ere he his tongue,
And I my Percy's death ere thou report'st it.
This thou wouldst say, 'Your son did thus and thus;
Your brother thus: so fought the noble Douglas:'
Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds:
But in the end, to stop my ear indeed,
Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,
Ending with 'Brother, son, and all are dead.'
Why, he is dead.MORTON NORTHUMBERLAND
See what a ready tongue suspicion hath!
He that but fears the thing he would not know
Hath by instinct knowledge from others' eyes
That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton;
Tell thou an earl his divination lies,
And I will take it as a sweet disgrace
And make thee rich for doing me such wrong.
Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead.LORD BARDOLPH MORTON
I see a strange confession in thine eye:
Thou shakest thy head and hold'st it fear or sin
To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so;
The tongue offends not that reports his death:
And he doth sin that doth belie the dead,
Not he which says the dead is not alive.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remember'd tolling a departing friend.
I am sorry I should force you to believeNORTHUMBERLAND
That which I would to God I had not seen;
But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state,
Rendering faint quittance, wearied and out-breathed,
To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat down
The never-daunted Percy to the earth,
From whence with life he never more sprung up.
In few, his death, whose spirit lent a fire
Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,
Being bruited once, took fire and heat away
From the best temper'd courage in his troops;
For from his metal was his party steel'd;
Which once in him abated, all the rest
Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead:
And as the thing that's heavy in itself,
Upon enforcement flies with greatest speed,
So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear
That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim
Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
Fly from the field. Then was the noble Worcester
Too soon ta'en prisoner; and that furious Scot,
The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword
Had three times slain the appearance of the king,
'Gan vail his stomach and did grace the shame
Of those that turn'd their backs, and in his flight,
Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
Is that the king hath won, and hath sent out
A speedy power to encounter you, my lord,
Under the conduct of young Lancaster
And Westmoreland. This is the news at full.
For this I shall have time enough to mourn.TRAVERS LORD BARDOLPH MORTON
In poison there is physic; and these news,
Having been well, that would have made me sick,
Being sick, have in some measure made me well:
And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints,
Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,
Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
Out of his keeper's arms, even so my limbs,
Weaken'd with grief, being now enraged with grief,
Are thrice themselves. Hence, therefore, thou nice crutch!
A scaly gauntlet now with joints of steel
Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif!
Thou art a guard too wanton for the head
Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit.
Now bind my brows with iron; and approach
The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring
To frown upon the enraged Northumberland!
Let heaven kiss earth! now let not Nature's hand
Keep the wild flood confined! let order die!
And let this world no longer be a stage
To feed contention in a lingering act;
But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set
On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
And darkness be the burier of the dead!
The lives of all your loving complicesLORD BARDOLPH
Lean on your health; the which, if you give o'er
To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
You cast the event of war, my noble lord,
And summ'd the account of chance, before you said
'Let us make head.' It was your presurmise,
That, in the dole of blows, your son might drop:
You knew he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge,
More likely to fall in than to get o'er;
You were advised his flesh was capable
Of wounds and scars and that his forward spirit
Would lift him where most trade of danger ranged:
Yet did you say 'Go forth;' and none of this,
Though strongly apprehended, could restrain
The stiff-borne action: what hath then befallen,
Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth,
More than that being which was like to be?
We all that are engaged to this lossMORTON
Knew that we ventured on such dangerous seas
That if we wrought our life 'twas ten to one;
And yet we ventured, for the gain proposed
Choked the respect of likely peril fear'd;
And since we are o'erset, venture again.
Come, we will all put forth, body and goods.
'Tis more than time: and, my most noble lord,NORTHUMBERLAND
I hear for certain, and do speak the truth,
The gentle Archbishop of York is up
With well-appointed powers: he is a man
Who with a double surety binds his followers.
My lord your son had only but the corpse,
But shadows and the shows of men, to fight;
For that same word, rebellion, did divide
The action of their bodies from their souls;
And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd,
As men drink potions, that their weapons only
Seem'd on our side; but, for their spirits and souls,
This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,
As fish are in a pond. But now the bishop
Turns insurrection to religion:
Supposed sincere and holy in his thoughts,
He's followed both with body and with mind;
And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
Of fair King Richard, scraped from Pomfret stones;
Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause;
Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land,
Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke;
And more and less do flock to follow him.
I knew of this before; but, to speak truth,
This present grief had wiped it from my mind.
Go in with me; and counsel every man
The aptest way for safety and revenge:
Get posts and letters, and make friends with speed:
Never so few, and never yet more need.
Enter FALSTAFF, with his Page bearing his sword and bucklerFALSTAFF Page
He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthyFALSTAFF
water; but, for the party that owed it, he might
have more diseases than he knew for.
Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: thePage
brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not
able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more
than I invent or is invented on me: I am not only
witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other
men. I do here walk before thee like a sow that
hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. If the
prince put thee into my service for any other reason
than to set me off, why then I have no judgment.
Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn
in my cap than to wait at my heels. I was never
manned with an agate till now: but I will inset you
neither in gold nor silver, but in vile apparel, and
send you back again to your master, for a jewel,--
the juvenal, the prince your master, whose chin is
not yet fledged. I will sooner have a beard grow in
the palm of my hand than he shall get one on his
cheek; and yet he will not stick to say his face is
a face-royal: God may finish it when he will, 'tis
not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still at a
face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence
out of it; and yet he'll be crowing as if he had
writ man ever since his father was a bachelor. He
may keep his own grace, but he's almost out of mine,
I can assure him. What said Master Dombledon about
the satin for my short cloak and my slops?
He said, sir, you should procure him betterFALSTAFF
assurance than Bardolph: he would not take his
band and yours; he liked not the security.
Let him be damned, like the glutton! pray God hisPage FALSTAFF
tongue be hotter! A whoreson Achitophel! a rascally
yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in hand,
and then stand upon security! The whoreson
smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and
bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is
through with them in honest taking up, then they
must stand upon security. I had as lief they would
put ratsbane in my mouth as offer to stop it with
security. I looked a' should have sent me two and
twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he
sends me security. Well, he may sleep in security;
for he hath the horn of abundance, and the lightness
of his wife shines through it: and yet cannot he
see, though he have his own lanthorn to light him.
I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse inPage FALSTAFF Servant Servant
Smithfield: an I could get me but a wife in the
stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived.
Enter the Lord Chief-Justice and Servant
He, my lord: but he hath since done good service atServant FALSTAFF Page
Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is now going with some
charge to the Lord John of Lancaster.
Lord Chief-JusticeWhat, to York? Call him back again.
You must speak louder; my master is deaf.Servant FALSTAFF
Lord Chief-JusticeI am sure he is, to the hearing of any thing good.
Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must speak with him.
What! a young knave, and begging! Is there notServant FALSTAFF
wars? is there not employment? doth not the king
lack subjects? do not the rebels need soldiers?
Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it
is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side,
were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell
how to make it.
Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? settingServant
my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had lied
in my throat, if I had said so.
I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and ourFALSTAFF
soldiership aside; and give me leave to tell you,
you lie in your throat, if you say I am any other
than an honest man.
I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside thatServant FALSTAFF
which grows to me! if thou gettest any leave of me,
hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert better be
hanged. You hunt counter: hence! avaunt!
My good lord! God give your lordship good time ofFALSTAFF
day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad: I heard
say your lordship was sick: I hope your lordship
goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, though not
clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in
you, some relish of the saltness of time; and I must
humbly beseech your lordship to have a reverent care
of your health.
Lord Chief-JusticeSir John, I sent for you before your expedition to
An't please your lordship, I hear his majesty isFALSTAFF
returned with some discomfort from Wales.
Lord Chief-JusticeI talk not of his majesty: you would not come when
I sent for you.
And I hear, moreover, his highness is fallen intoFALSTAFF
this same whoreson apoplexy.
Lord Chief-JusticeWell, God mend him! I pray you, let me speak with
This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy,FALSTAFF
an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the
blood, a whoreson tingling.
Lord Chief-JusticeWhat tell you me of it? be it as it is.
It hath its original from much grief, from study andFALSTAFF
perturbation of the brain: I have read the cause of
his effects in Galen: it is a kind of deafness.
Lord Chief-JusticeI think you are fallen into the disease; for you
hear not what I say to you.
Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an't pleaseFALSTAFF
you, it is the disease of not listening, the malady
of not marking, that I am troubled withal.
Lord Chief-JusticeTo punish you by the heels would amend the
attention of your ears; and I care not if I do
become your physician.
I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient:FALSTAFF
your lordship may minister the potion of
imprisonment to me in respect of poverty; but how
should I be your patient to follow your
prescriptions, the wise may make some dram of a
scruple, or indeed a scruple itself.
Lord Chief-JusticeI sent for you, when there were matters against you
for your life, to come speak with me.
As I was then advised by my learned counsel in theFALSTAFF
laws of this land-service, I did not come.
Lord Chief-JusticeWell, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infamy.
He that buckles him in my belt cannot live in less.FALSTAFF
Lord Chief-JusticeYour means are very slender, and your waste is great.
I would it were otherwise; I would my means wereFALSTAFF
greater, and my waist slenderer.
Lord Chief-JusticeYou have misled the youthful prince.
The young prince hath misled me: I am the fellowFALSTAFF FALSTAFF
with the great belly, and he my dog.
Lord Chief-JusticeWell, I am loath to gall a new-healed wound: your
day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded
over your night's exploit on Gad's-hill: you may
thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'er-posting
To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox.FALSTAFF
Lord Chief-JusticeWhat! you are as a candle, the better part burnt
A wassail candle, my lord, all tallow: if I did sayFALSTAFF
of wax, my growth would approve the truth.
Lord Chief-JusticeThere is not a white hair on your face but should
have his effect of gravity.
His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.FALSTAFF
Lord Chief-JusticeYou follow the young prince up and down, like his
Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light; but I hopeFALSTAFF
he that looks upon me will take me without weighing:
and yet, in some respects, I grant, I cannot go: I
cannot tell. Virtue is of so little regard in these
costermonger times that true valour is turned
bear-herd: pregnancy is made a tapster, and hath
his quick wit wasted in giving reckonings: all the
other gifts appertinent to man, as the malice of
this age shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry.
You that are old consider not the capacities of us
that are young; you do measure the heat of our
livers with the bitterness of your galls: and we
that are in the vaward of our youth, I must confess,
are wags too.
Lord Chief-JusticeDo you set down your name in the scroll of youth,
that are written down old with all the characters of
age? Have you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a
yellow cheek? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an
increasing belly? is not your voice broken? your
wind short? your chin double? your wit single? and
every part about you blasted with antiquity? and
will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John!
My lord, I was born about three of the clock in theFALSTAFF
afternoon, with a white head and something a round
belly. For my voice, I have lost it with halloing
and singing of anthems. To approve my youth
further, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in
judgment and understanding; and he that will caper
with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the
money, and have at him! For the box of the ear that
the prince gave you, he gave it like a rude prince,
and you took it like a sensible lord. I have
chequed him for it, and the young lion repents;
marry, not in ashes and sackcloth, but in new silk
and old sack.
Lord Chief-JusticeWell, God send the prince a better companion!
God send the companion a better prince! I cannotFALSTAFF
rid my hands of him.
Lord Chief-JusticeWell, the king hath severed you and Prince Harry: I
hear you are going with Lord John of Lancaster
against the Archbishop and the Earl of
Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But lookFALSTAFF
you pray, all you that kiss my lady Peace at home,
that our armies join not in a hot day; for, by the
Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean
not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day,
and I brandish any thing but a bottle, I would I
might never spit white again. There is not a
dangerous action can peep out his head but I am
thrust upon it: well, I cannot last ever: but it
was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if
they have a good thing, to make it too common. If
ye will needs say I am an old man, you should give
me rest. I would to God my name were not so
terrible to the enemy as it is: I were better to be
eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to
nothing with perpetual motion.
Lord Chief-JusticeWell, be honest, be honest; and God bless your
Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound toFALSTAFF
furnish me forth?
Lord Chief-JusticeNot a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient to
bear crosses. Fare you well: commend me to my
Exeunt Chief-Justice and Servant
If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. A manPage FALSTAFF Page FALSTAFF
can no more separate age and covetousness than a'
can part young limbs and lechery: but the gout
galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; and
so both the degrees prevent my curses. Boy!
I can get no remedy against this consumption of the
purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out,
but the disease is incurable. Go bear this letter
to my Lord of Lancaster; this to the prince; this
to the Earl of Westmoreland; and this to old
Mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry
since I perceived the first white hair on my chin.
About it: you know where to find me.
Exit PageA pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for
the one or the other plays the rogue with my great
toe. 'Tis no matter if I do halt; I have the wars
for my colour, and my pension shall seem the more
reasonable. A good wit will make use of any thing:
I will turn diseases to commodity.
Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, the Lords HASTINGS, MOWBRAY, and BARDOLPHARCHBISHOP OF YORK
Thus have you heard our cause and known our means;MOWBRAY
And, my most noble friends, I pray you all,
Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes:
And first, lord marshal, what say you to it?
I well allow the occasion of our arms;HASTINGS
But gladly would be better satisfied
How in our means we should advance ourselves
To look with forehead bold and big enough
Upon the power and puissance of the king.
Our present musters grow upon the fileLORD BARDOLPH
To five and twenty thousand men of choice;
And our supplies live largely in the hope
Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns
With an incensed fire of injuries.
The question then, Lord Hastings, standeth thus;HASTINGS LORD BARDOLPH
Whether our present five and twenty thousand
May hold up head without Northumberland?
Yea, marry, there's the point:ARCHBISHOP OF YORK LORD BARDOLPH
But if without him we be thought too feeble,
My judgment is, we should not step too far
Till we had his assistance by the hand;
For in a theme so bloody-faced as this
Conjecture, expectation, and surmise
Of aids incertain should not be admitted.
It was, my lord; who lined himself with hope,HASTINGS LORD BARDOLPH
Eating the air on promise of supply,
Flattering himself in project of a power
Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts:
And so, with great imagination
Proper to madmen, led his powers to death
And winking leap'd into destruction.
Yes, if this present quality of war,HASTINGS
Indeed the instant action: a cause on foot
Lives so in hope as in an early spring
We see the appearing buds; which to prove fruit,
Hope gives not so much warrant as despair
That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build,
We first survey the plot, then draw the model;
And when we see the figure of the house,
Then must we rate the cost of the erection;
Which if we find outweighs ability,
What do we then but draw anew the model
In fewer offices, or at last desist
To build at all? Much more, in this great work,
Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down
And set another up, should we survey
The plot of situation and the model,
Consent upon a sure foundation,
Question surveyors, know our own estate,
How able such a work to undergo,
To weigh against his opposite; or else
We fortify in paper and in figures,
Using the names of men instead of men:
Like one that draws the model of a house
Beyond his power to build it; who, half through,
Gives o'er and leaves his part-created cost
A naked subject to the weeping clouds
And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.
Grant that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth,LORD BARDOLPH HASTINGS
Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd
The utmost man of expectation,
I think we are a body strong enough,
Even as we are, to equal with the king.
To us no more; nay, not so much, Lord Bardolph.ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
For his divisions, as the times do brawl,
Are in three heads: one power against the French,
And one against Glendower; perforce a third
Must take up us: so is the unfirm king
In three divided; and his coffers sound
With hollow poverty and emptiness.
That he should draw his several strengths togetherHASTINGS
And come against us in full puissance,
Need not be dreaded.
If he should do so,LORD BARDOLPH HASTINGS
He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh
Baying him at the heels: never fear that.
The Duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland;ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth:
But who is substituted 'gainst the French,
I have no certain notice.
Let us on,MOWBRAY HASTINGS
And publish the occasion of our arms.
The commonwealth is sick of their own choice;
Their over-greedy love hath surfeited:
An habitation giddy and unsure
Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
O thou fond many, with what loud applause
Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke,
Before he was what thou wouldst have him be!
And being now trimm'd in thine own desires,
Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,
That thou provokest thyself to cast him up.
So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge
Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;
And now thou wouldst eat thy dead vomit up,
And howl'st to find it. What trust is in
They that, when Richard lived, would have him die,
Are now become enamour'd on his grave:
Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head
When through proud London he came sighing on
After the admired heels of Bolingbroke,
Criest now 'O earth, yield us that king again,
And take thou this!' O thoughts of men accursed!
Past and to come seems best; things present worst.
Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY, FANG and his Boy with her, and SNARE following.MISTRESS QUICKLY FANG MISTRESS QUICKLY FANG MISTRESS QUICKLY SNARE FANG MISTRESS QUICKLY SNARE MISTRESS QUICKLY
Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabbed me inFANG MISTRESS QUICKLY FANG MISTRESS QUICKLY
mine own house, and that most beastly: in good
faith, he cares not what mischief he does. If his
weapon be out: he will foin like any devil; he will
spare neither man, woman, nor child.
I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's anFALSTAFF FANG FALSTAFF MISTRESS QUICKLY
infinitive thing upon my score. Good Master Fang,
hold him sure: good Master Snare, let him not
'scape. A' comes continuantly to Pie-corner--saving
your manhoods--to buy a saddle; and he is indited to
dinner to the Lubber's-head in Lumbert street, to
Master Smooth's the silkman: I pray ye, since my
exion is entered and my case so openly known to the
world, let him be brought in to his answer. A
hundred mark is a long one for a poor lone woman to
bear: and I have borne, and borne, and borne, and
have been fubbed off, and fubbed off, and fubbed
off, from this day to that day, that it is a shame
to be thought on. There is no honesty in such
dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass and a
beast, to bear every knave's wrong. Yonder he
comes; and that errant malmsey-nose knave, Bardolph,
with him. Do your offices, do your offices: Master
Fang and Master Snare, do me, do me, do me your offices.
Enter FALSTAFF, Page, and BARDOLPH
Throw me in the channel! I'll throw thee in theFALSTAFF FANG MISTRESS QUICKLY
channel. Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly
rogue! Murder, murder! Ah, thou honeysuckle
villain! wilt thou kill God's officers and the
king's? Ah, thou honey-seed rogue! thou art a
honey-seed, a man-queller, and a woman-queller.
Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou wo't, wo'tFALSTAFF
thou? Thou wo't, wo't ta? do, do, thou rogue! do,
Away, you scullion! you rampallion! YouMISTRESS QUICKLY
fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.
Enter the Lord Chief-Justice, and his menLord Chief-JusticeWhat is the matter? keep the peace here, ho!
Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, stand to me.MISTRESS QUICKLY
Lord Chief-JusticeHow now, Sir John! what are you brawling here?
Doth this become your place, your time and business?
You should have been well on your way to York.
Stand from him, fellow: wherefore hang'st upon him?
O most worshipful lord, an't please your grace, I amMISTRESS QUICKLY
a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.
Lord Chief-JusticeFor what sum?
It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all,FALSTAFF
all I have. He hath eaten me out of house and home;
he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of
his: but I will have some of it out again, or I
will ride thee o' nights like the mare.
I think I am as like to ride the mare, if I haveFALSTAFF MISTRESS QUICKLY
any vantage of ground to get up.
Lord Chief-JusticeHow comes this, Sir John? Fie! what man of good
temper would endure this tempest of exclamation?
Are you not ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so
rough a course to come by her own?
Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself and theFALSTAFF
money too. Thou didst swear to me upon a
parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber,
at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon
Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the prince broke
thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of
Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was
washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady
thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife
Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me
gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of
vinegar; telling us she had a good dish of prawns;
whereby thou didst desire to eat some; whereby I
told thee they were ill for a green wound? And
didst thou not, when she was gone down stairs,
desire me to be no more so familiarity with such
poor people; saying that ere long they should call
me madam? And didst thou not kiss me and bid me
fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy
book-oath: deny it, if thou canst.
My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she says upMISTRESS QUICKLY
and down the town that the eldest son is like you:
she hath been in good case, and the truth is,
poverty hath distracted her. But for these foolish
officers, I beseech you I may have redress against them.
Lord Chief-JusticeSir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your
manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. It
is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words
that come with such more than impudent sauciness
from you, can thrust me from a level consideration:
you have, as it appears to me, practised upon the
easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made her
serve your uses both in purse and in person.
Yea, in truth, my lord.FALSTAFF
Lord Chief-JusticePray thee, peace. Pay her the debt you owe her, and
unpay the villany you have done her: the one you
may do with sterling money, and the other with
My lord, I will not undergo this sneap withoutFALSTAFF GOWER FALSTAFF MISTRESS QUICKLY FALSTAFF MISTRESS QUICKLY
reply. You call honourable boldness impudent
sauciness: if a man will make courtesy and say
nothing, he is virtuous: no, my lord, my humble
duty remembered, I will not be your suitor. I say
to you, I do desire deliverance from these officers,
being upon hasty employment in the king's affairs.
Lord Chief-JusticeYou speak as having power to do wrong: but answer
in the effect of your reputation, and satisfy this
By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must be fainFALSTAFF
to pawn both my plate and the tapestry of my
Glasses, glasses is the only drinking: and for thyMISTRESS QUICKLY
walls, a pretty slight drollery, or the story of
the Prodigal, or the German hunting in water-work,
is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings and these
fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, if thou
canst. Come, an 'twere not for thy humours, there's
not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face,
and draw the action. Come, thou must not be in
this humour with me; dost not know me? come, come, I
know thou wast set on to this.
Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles: i'FALSTAFF MISTRESS QUICKLY
faith, I am loath to pawn my plate, so God save me,
Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown. IFALSTAFF MISTRESS QUICKLY FALSTAFF
hope you'll come to supper. You'll pay me all together?
No more words; let's have her.FALSTAFF GOWER FALSTAFF GOWER
Exeunt MISTRESS QUICKLY, BARDOLPH, Officers and BoyLord Chief-JusticeI have heard better news.
No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse,FALSTAFF
Are marched up to my lord of Lancaster,
Against Northumberland and the Archbishop.
Comes the king back from Wales, my noble lord?FALSTAFF FALSTAFF GOWER
Lord Chief-JusticeYou shall have letters of me presently:
Come, go along with me, good Master Gower.
I must wait upon my good lord here; I thank you,FALSTAFF
good Sir John.
Lord Chief-JusticeSir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to
take soldiers up in counties as you go.
Will you sup with me, Master Gower?FALSTAFF
Lord Chief-JusticeWhat foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John?
Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool
that taught them me. This is the right fencing
grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so part fair.
Lord Chief-JusticeNow the Lord lighten thee! thou art a great fool.
Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINSPRINCE HENRY POINS PRINCE HENRY
Faith, it does me; though it discolours thePOINS PRINCE HENRY
complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth
it not show vilely in me to desire small beer?
Belike then my appetite was not princely got; for,POINS
by my troth, I do now remember the poor creature,
small beer. But, indeed, these humble
considerations make me out of love with my
greatness. What a disgrace is it to me to remember
thy name! or to know thy face to-morrow! or to
take note how many pair of silk stockings thou
hast, viz. these, and those that were thy
peach-coloured ones! or to bear the inventory of thy
shirts, as, one for superfluity, and another for
use! But that the tennis-court-keeper knows better
than I; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee when
thou keepest not racket there; as thou hast not done
a great while, because the rest of thy low
countries have made a shift to eat up thy holland:
and God knows, whether those that bawl out the ruins
of thy linen shall inherit his kingdom: but the
midwives say the children are not in the fault;
whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are
How ill it follows, after you have laboured so hard,PRINCE HENRY POINS PRINCE HENRY POINS PRINCE HENRY
you should talk so idly! Tell me, how many good
young princes would do so, their fathers being so
sick as yours at this time is?
Marry, I tell thee, it is not meet that I should bePOINS PRINCE HENRY
sad, now my father is sick: albeit I could tell
thee, as to one it pleases me, for fault of a
better, to call my friend, I could be sad, and sad
By this hand thou thinkest me as far in the devil'sPOINS PRINCE HENRY POINS PRINCE HENRY
book as thou and Falstaff for obduracy and
persistency: let the end try the man. But I tell
thee, my heart bleeds inwardly that my father is so
sick: and keeping such vile company as thou art
hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow.
It would be every man's thought; and thou art aPOINS PRINCE HENRY POINS
blessed fellow to think as every man thinks: never
a man's thought in the world keeps the road-way
better than thine: every man would think me an
hypocrite indeed. And what accites your most
worshipful thought to think so?
By this light, I am well spoke on; I can hear itPRINCE HENRY
with my own ears: the worst that they can say of
me is that I am a second brother and that I am a
proper fellow of my hands; and those two things, I
confess, I cannot help. By the mass, here comes Bardolph.
Enter BARDOLPH and Page
And the boy that I gave Falstaff: a' had him fromBARDOLPH PRINCE HENRY BARDOLPH
me Christian; and look, if the fat villain have not
transformed him ape.
Come, you virtuous ass, you bashful fool, must youPage
be blushing? wherefore blush you now? What a
maidenly man-at-arms are you become! Is't such a
matter to get a pottle-pot's maidenhead?
A' calls me e'en now, my lord, through a redPRINCE HENRY BARDOLPH Page PRINCE HENRY Page
lattice, and I could discern no part of his face
from the window: at last I spied his eyes, and
methought he had made two holes in the ale-wife's
new petticoat and so peeped through.
Marry, my lord, Althaea dreamed she was deliveredPRINCE HENRY POINS BARDOLPH PRINCE HENRY BARDOLPH POINS BARDOLPH POINS
of a fire-brand; and therefore I call him her dream.
Marry, the immortal part needs a physician; butPRINCE HENRY
that moves not him: though that be sick, it dies
I do allow this wen to be as familiar with me as myPOINS
dog; and he holds his place; for look you how be writes.
[Reads] 'John Falstaff, knight,'--every man mustPRINCE HENRY POINS
know that, as oft as he has occasion to name
himself: even like those that are kin to the king;
for they never prick their finger but they say,
'There's some of the king's blood spilt.' 'How
comes that?' says he, that takes upon him not to
conceive. The answer is as ready as a borrower's
cap, 'I am the king's poor cousin, sir.'
[Reads] 'Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son ofPRINCE HENRY POINS
the king, nearest his father, Harry Prince of
Wales, greeting.' Why, this is a certificate.
[Reads] 'I will imitate the honourable Romans inPRINCE HENRY POINS PRINCE HENRY
brevity:' he sure means brevity in breath,
short-winded. 'I commend me to thee, I commend
thee, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with
Poins; for he misuses thy favours so much, that he
swears thou art to marry his sister Nell. Repent
at idle times as thou mayest; and so, farewell.
Thine, by yea and no, which is as much as to
say, as thou usest him, JACK FALSTAFF with my
familiars, JOHN with my brothers and sisters,
and SIR JOHN with all Europe.'
My lord, I'll steep this letter in sack and make him eat it.
Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and theBARDOLPH PRINCE HENRY BARDOLPH PRINCE HENRY Page PRINCE HENRY Page PRINCE HENRY Page PRINCE HENRY POINS PRINCE HENRY
spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.
Is your master here in London?
Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to yourBARDOLPH Page PRINCE HENRY
master that I am yet come to town: there's for
Fare you well; go.POINS PRINCE HENRY POINS PRINCE HENRY
Exeunt BARDOLPH and PageThis Doll Tearsheet should be some road.
From a God to a bull? a heavy decension! it was
Jove's case. From a prince to a prentice? a low
transformation! that shall be mine; for in every
thing the purpose must weigh with the folly.
Follow me, Ned.
Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, LADY NORTHUMBERLAND, and LADY PERCYNORTHUMBERLAND
I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle daughter,NORTHUMBERLAND NORTHUMBERLAND LADY PERCY
Give even way unto my rough affairs:
Put not you on the visage of the times
And be like them to Percy troublesome.
O yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars!NORTHUMBERLAND
The time was, father, that you broke your word,
When you were more endeared to it than now;
When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry,
Threw many a northward look to see his father
Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.
Who then persuaded you to stay at home?
There were two honours lost, yours and your son's.
For yours, the God of heaven brighten it!
For his, it stuck upon him as the sun
In the grey vault of heaven, and by his light
Did all the chivalry of England move
To do brave acts: he was indeed the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves:
He had no legs that practised not his gait;
And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Became the accents of the valiant;
For those that could speak low and tardily
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To seem like him: so that in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,
In military rules, humours of blood,
He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion'd others. And him, O wondrous him!
O miracle of men! him did you leave,
Second to none, unseconded by you,
To look upon the hideous god of war
In disadvantage; to abide a field
Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name
Did seem defensible: so you left him.
Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong
To hold your honour more precise and nice
With others than with him! let them alone:
The marshal and the archbishop are strong:
Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck,
Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave.
Beshrew your heart,NORTHUMBERLAND
Fair daughter, you do draw my spirits from me
With new lamenting ancient oversights.
But I must go and meet with danger there,
Or it will seek me in another place
And find me worse provided.
O, fly to Scotland,LADY PERCY
Till that the nobles and the armed commons
Have of their puissance made a little taste.
If they get ground and vantage of the king,NORTHUMBERLAND
Then join you with them, like a rib of steel,
To make strength stronger; but, for all our loves,
First let them try themselves. So did your son;
He was so suffer'd: so came I a widow;
And never shall have length of life enough
To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,
That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven,
For recordation to my noble husband.
Come, come, go in with me. 'Tis with my mind
As with the tide swell'd up unto his height,
That makes a still-stand, running neither way:
Fain would I go to meet the archbishop,
But many thousand reasons hold me back.
I will resolve for Scotland: there am I,
Till time and vantage crave my company.
Enter two DrawersFirst Drawer
What the devil hast thou brought there? apple-johns?Second Drawer
thou knowest Sir John cannot endure an apple-john.
Mass, thou sayest true. The prince once set a dishFirst Drawer
of apple-johns before him, and told him there were
five more Sir Johns, and, putting off his hat, said
'I will now take my leave of these six dry, round,
old, withered knights.' It angered him to the
heart: but he hath forgot that.
Why, then, cover, and set them down: and see ifSecond Drawer
thou canst find out Sneak's noise; Mistress
Tearsheet would fain hear some music. Dispatch: the
room where they supped is too hot; they'll come in straight.
Sirrah, here will be the prince and Master PoinsFirst Drawer Second Drawer
anon; and they will put on two of our jerkins and
aprons; and Sir John must not know of it: Bardolph
hath brought word.
I'll see if I can find out Sneak.MISTRESS QUICKLY
Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET
I' faith, sweetheart, methinks now you are in anDOLL TEARSHEET MISTRESS QUICKLY FALSTAFF
excellent good temperality: your pulsidge beats as
extraordinarily as heart would desire; and your
colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose, in good
truth, la! But, i' faith, you have drunk too much
canaries; and that's a marvellous searching wine,
and it perfumes the blood ere one can say 'What's
this?' How do you now?
[Singing] 'When Arthur first in court,'MISTRESS QUICKLY FALSTAFF DOLL TEARSHEET FALSTAFF DOLL TEARSHEET FALSTAFF
--Empty the jordan.
Exit First Drawer
Singing--'And was a worthy king.' How now, Mistress Doll!
If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help toDOLL TEARSHEET FALSTAFF
make the diseases, Doll: we catch of you, Doll, we
catch of you; grant that, my poor virtue grant that.
'Your broaches, pearls, and ouches:' for to serveDOLL TEARSHEET MISTRESS QUICKLY
bravely is to come halting off, you know: to come
off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to
surgery bravely; to venture upon the charged
By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two neverDOLL TEARSHEET
meet but you fall to some discord: you are both,
i' good truth, as rheumatic as two dry toasts; you
cannot one bear with another's confirmities. What
the good-year! one must bear, and that must be
you: you are the weaker vessel, as they say, the
Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge fullFirst Drawer DOLL TEARSHEET MISTRESS QUICKLY
hogshead? there's a whole merchant's venture of
Bourdeaux stuff in him; you have not seen a hulk
better stuffed in the hold. Come, I'll be friends
with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars; and
whether I shall ever see thee again or no, there is
Re-enter First Drawer
If he swagger, let him not come here: no, by myFALSTAFF MISTRESS QUICKLY FALSTAFF MISTRESS QUICKLY
faith; I must live among my neighbours: I'll no
swaggerers: I am in good name and fame with the
very best: shut the door; there comes no swaggerers
here: I have not lived all this while, to have
swaggering now: shut the door, I pray you.
Tilly-fally, Sir John, ne'er tell me: your ancientFALSTAFF
swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before Master
Tisick, the debuty, t'other day; and, as he said to
me, 'twas no longer ago than Wednesday last, 'I'
good faith, neighbour Quickly,' says he; Master
Dumbe, our minister, was by then; 'neighbour
Quickly,' says he, 'receive those that are civil;
for,' said he, 'you are in an ill name:' now a'
said so, I can tell whereupon; 'for,' says he, 'you
are an honest woman, and well thought on; therefore
take heed what guests you receive: receive,' says
he, 'no swaggering companions.' There comes none
here: you would bless you to hear what he said:
no, I'll no swaggerers.
He's no swaggerer, hostess; a tame cheater, i'MISTRESS QUICKLY
faith; you may stroke him as gently as a puppy
greyhound: he'll not swagger with a Barbary hen, if
her feathers turn back in any show of resistance.
Call him up, drawer.
Exit First Drawer
Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man myDOLL TEARSHEET MISTRESS QUICKLY
house, nor no cheater: but I do not love
swaggering, by my troth; I am the worse, when one
says swagger: feel, masters, how I shake; look you,
I warrant you.
Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere an aspenPISTOL FALSTAFF
leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers.
Enter PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and Page
Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I chargePISTOL FALSTAFF MISTRESS QUICKLY
you with a cup of sack: do you discharge upon mine hostess.
Come, I'll drink no proofs nor no bullets: I'llPISTOL DOLL TEARSHEET
drink no more than will do me good, for no man's
Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What!PISTOL DOLL TEARSHEET
you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen
mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! I am meat for
Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away!PISTOL FALSTAFF MISTRESS QUICKLY DOLL TEARSHEET
by this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy
chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away,
you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale
juggler, you! Since when, I pray you, sir? God's
light, with two points on your shoulder? much!
Captain! thou abominable damned cheater, art thouBARDOLPH FALSTAFF PISTOL Page PISTOL
not ashamed to be called captain? An captains were
of my mind, they would truncheon you out, for
taking their names upon you before you have earned
them. You a captain! you slave, for what? for
tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house? He a
captain! hang him, rogue! he lives upon mouldy
stewed prunes and dried cakes. A captain! God's
light, these villains will make the word as odious
as the word 'occupy;' which was an excellent good
word before it was ill sorted: therefore captains
had need look to 't.
I'll see her damned first; to Pluto's damned lake,MISTRESS QUICKLY PISTOL
by this hand, to the infernal deep, with Erebus and
tortures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I.
Down, down, dogs! down, faitors! Have we not
These be good humours, indeed! Shall pack-horsesMISTRESS QUICKLY BARDOLPH PISTOL MISTRESS QUICKLY
And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,
Which cannot go but thirty mile a-day,
Compare with Caesars, and with Cannibals,
And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them with
King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar.
Shall we fall foul for toys?
O' my word, captain, there's none such here. WhatPISTOL
the good-year! do you think I would deny her? For
God's sake, be quiet.
Then feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis.FALSTAFF PISTOL DOLL TEARSHEET PISTOL FALSTAFF
Come, give's some sack.
'Si fortune me tormente, sperato me contento.'
Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire:
Give me some sack: and, sweetheart, lie thou there.
Laying down his swordCome we to full points here; and are etceteras nothing?
Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groatBARDOLPH PISTOL
shilling: nay, an a' do nothing but speak nothing,
a' shall be nothing here.
What! shall we have incision? shall we imbrue?MISTRESS QUICKLY FALSTAFF DOLL TEARSHEET FALSTAFF
Snatching up his swordThen death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days!
Why, then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds
Untwine the Sisters Three! Come, Atropos, I say!
Get you down stairs.MISTRESS QUICKLY
Drawing, and driving PISTOL out
Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear keepingDOLL TEARSHEET MISTRESS QUICKLY FALSTAFF BARDOLPH FALSTAFF DOLL TEARSHEET
house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and frights.
So; murder, I warrant now. Alas, alas! put up
your naked weapons, put up your naked weapons.
Exeunt PISTOL and BARDOLPH
Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! alas, poor ape,FALSTAFF DOLL TEARSHEET
how thou sweatest! come, let me wipe thy face;
come on, you whoreson chops: ah, rogue! i'faith, I
love thee: thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy,
worth five of Agamemnon, and ten times better than
the Nine Worthies: ah, villain!
Do, an thou darest for thy heart: an thou dost,Page FALSTAFF
I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets.
Let them play. Play, sirs. Sit on my knee, Doll.DOLL TEARSHEET
A rascal bragging slave! the rogue fled from me
I' faith, and thou followedst him like a church.FALSTAFF DOLL TEARSHEET FALSTAFF DOLL TEARSHEET FALSTAFF
Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig,
when wilt thou leave fighting o' days and foining
o' nights, and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven?
Enter, behind, PRINCE HENRY and POINS, disguised
He a good wit? hang him, baboon! his wit's as thickDOLL TEARSHEET FALSTAFF
as Tewksbury mustard; there's no more conceit in him
than is in a mallet.
Because their legs are both of a bigness, and a'PRINCE HENRY POINS PRINCE HENRY POINS FALSTAFF PRINCE HENRY POINS
plays at quoits well, and eats conger and fennel,
and drinks off candles' ends for flap-dragons, and
rides the wild-mare with the boys, and jumps upon
joined-stools, and swears with a good grace, and
wears his boots very smooth, like unto the sign of
the leg, and breeds no bate with telling of discreet
stories; and such other gambol faculties a' has,
that show a weak mind and an able body, for the
which the prince admits him: for the prince himself
is such another; the weight of a hair will turn the
scales between their avoirdupois.
And look, whether the fiery Trigon, his man, be notFALSTAFF DOLL TEARSHEET FALSTAFF DOLL TEARSHEET FALSTAFF
lisping to his master's old tables, his note-book,
What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receiveDOLL TEARSHEET
money o' Thursday: shalt have a cap to-morrow. A
merry song, come: it grows late; we'll to bed.
Thou'lt forget me when I am gone.
By my troth, thou'lt set me a-weeping, an thouFALSTAFF PRINCE HENRY POINS
sayest so: prove that ever I dress myself handsome
till thy return: well, harken at the end.
Anon, anon, sir.FALSTAFF PRINCE HENRY FALSTAFF PRINCE HENRY MISTRESS QUICKLY
O, the Lord preserve thy good grace! by my troth,FALSTAFF DOLL TEARSHEET POINS
welcome to London. Now, the Lord bless that sweet
face of thine! O, Jesu, are you come from Wales?
My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge andPRINCE HENRY
turn all to a merriment, if you take not the heat.
You whoreson candle-mine, you, how vilely did youMISTRESS QUICKLY FALSTAFF PRINCE HENRY
speak of me even now before this honest, virtuous,
Yea, and you knew me, as you did when you ran awayFALSTAFF PRINCE HENRY FALSTAFF PRINCE HENRY FALSTAFF POINS FALSTAFF
by Gad's-hill: you knew I was at your back, and
spoke it on purpose to try my patience.
No abuse, Ned, i' the world; honest Ned, none. IPRINCE HENRY
dispraised him before the wicked, that the wicked
might not fall in love with him; in which doing, I
have done the part of a careful friend and a true
subject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it.
No abuse, Hal: none, Ned, none: no, faith, boys, none.
See now, whether pure fear and entire cowardice dothPOINS FALSTAFF
not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to
close with us? is she of the wicked? is thine
hostess here of the wicked? or is thy boy of the
wicked? or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his
nose, of the wicked?
The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecoverable;PRINCE HENRY FALSTAFF
and his face is Lucifer's privy-kitchen, where he
doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For the boy,
there is a good angel about him; but the devil
outbids him too.
For one of them, she is in hell already, and burnsMISTRESS QUICKLY FALSTAFF
poor souls. For the other, I owe her money, and
whether she be damned for that, I know not.
No, I think thou art not; I think thou art quit forMISTRESS QUICKLY PRINCE HENRY DOLL TEARSHEET FALSTAFF
that. Marry, there is another indictment upon thee,
for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house,
contrary to the law; for the which I think thou wilt howl.
His grace says that which his flesh rebels against.MISTRESS QUICKLY PRINCE HENRY PETO
The king your father is at Westminster:PRINCE HENRY
And there are twenty weak and wearied posts
Come from the north: and, as I came along,
I met and overtook a dozen captains,
Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns,
And asking every one for Sir John Falstaff.
By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame,FALSTAFF
So idly to profane the precious time,
When tempest of commotion, like the south
Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt
And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.
Give me my sword and cloak. Falstaff, good night.
Exeunt PRINCE HENRY, POINS, PETO and BARDOLPH
Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, andBARDOLPH FALSTAFF
we must hence and leave it unpicked.
Knocking withinMore knocking at the door!
Re-enter BARDOLPHHow now! what's the matter?
[To the Page] Pay the musicians, sirrah. Farewell,DOLL TEARSHEET FALSTAFF
hostess; farewell, Doll. You see, my good wenches,
how men of merit are sought after: the undeserver
may sleep, when the man of action is called on.
Farewell good wenches: if I be not sent away post,
I will see you again ere I go.
Farewell, farewell.MISTRESS QUICKLY
Exeunt FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH
Well, fare thee well: I have known thee theseBARDOLPH MISTRESS QUICKLY BARDOLPH MISTRESS QUICKLY
twenty-nine years, come peascod-time; but an
honester and truer-hearted man,--well, fare thee well.
O, run, Doll, run; run, good Doll: come.
She comes blubberedYea, will you come, Doll?
Enter KING HENRY IV in his nightgown, with a PageKING HENRY IV
Go call the Earls of Surrey and of Warwick;WARWICK KING HENRY IV WARWICK KING HENRY IV WARWICK KING HENRY IV
But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters,
And well consider of them; make good speed.
Exit PageHow many thousand of my poorest subjects
Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee
And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,
Than in the perfumed chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,
And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?
O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile
In loathsome beds, and leavest the kingly couch
A watch-case or a common 'larum-bell?
Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast
Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains
In cradle of the rude imperious surge
And in the visitation of the winds,
Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them
With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds,
That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude,
And in the calmest and most stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king? Then happy low, lie down!
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Enter WARWICK and SURREY
Then you perceive the body of our kingdomWARWICK
How foul it is; what rank diseases grow
And with what danger, near the heart of it.
It is but as a body yet distemper'd;KING HENRY IV
Which to his former strength may be restored
With good advice and little medicine:
My Lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd.
O God! that one might read the book of fate,WARWICK
And see the revolution of the times
Make mountains level, and the continent,
Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
Into the sea! and, other times, to see
The beachy girdle of the ocean
Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock,
And changes fill the cup of alteration
With divers liquors! O, if this were seen,
The happiest youth, viewing his progress through,
What perils past, what crosses to ensue,
Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
'Tis not 'ten years gone
Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends,
Did feast together, and in two years after
Were they at wars: it is but eight years since
This Percy was the man nearest my soul,
Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs
And laid his love and life under my foot,
Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard
Gave him defiance. But which of you was by--
You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember--
To WARWICKWhen Richard, with his eye brimful of tears,
Then cheque'd and rated by Northumberland,
Did speak these words, now proved a prophecy?
'Northumberland, thou ladder by the which
My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne;'
Though then, God knows, I had no such intent,
But that necessity so bow'd the state
That I and greatness were compell'd to kiss:
'The time shall come,' thus did he follow it,
'The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head,
Shall break into corruption:' so went on,
Foretelling this same time's condition
And the division of our amity.
There is a history in all men's lives,KING HENRY IV
Figuring the nature of the times deceased;
The which observed, a man may prophesy,
With a near aim, of the main chance of things
As yet not come to life, which in their seeds
And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Such things become the hatch and brood of time;
And by the necessary form of this
King Richard might create a perfect guess
That great Northumberland, then false to him,
Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness;
Which should not find a ground to root upon,
Unless on you.
Are these things then necessities?WARWICK
Then let us meet them like necessities:
And that same word even now cries out on us:
They say the bishop and Northumberland
Are fifty thousand strong.
It cannot be, my lord;KING HENRY IV
Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the fear'd. Please it your grace
To go to bed. Upon my soul, my lord,
The powers that you already have sent forth
Shall bring this prize in very easily.
To comfort you the more, I have received
A certain instance that Glendower is dead.
Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill,
And these unseason'd hours perforce must add
Unto your sickness.
I will take your counsel:
And were these inward wars once out of hand,
We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land.
Enter SHALLOW and SILENCE, meeting; MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULLCALF, a Servant or two with themSHALLOW
Come on, come on, come on, sir; give me your hand,SILENCE SHALLOW SILENCE SHALLOW
sir, give me your hand, sir: an early stirrer, by
the rood! And how doth my good cousin Silence?
By yea and nay, sir, I dare say my cousin William isSILENCE SHALLOW
become a good scholar: he is at Oxford still, is he not?
A' must, then, to the inns o' court shortly. I wasSILENCE SHALLOW
once of Clement's Inn, where I think they will
talk of mad Shallow yet.
By the mass, I was called any thing; and I wouldSILENCE SHALLOW
have done any thing indeed too, and roundly too.
There was I, and little John Doit of Staffordshire,
and black George Barnes, and Francis Pickbone, and
Will Squele, a Cotswold man; you had not four such
swinge-bucklers in all the inns o' court again: and
I may say to you, we knew where the bona-robas were
and had the best of them all at commandment. Then
was Jack Falstaff, now Sir John, a boy, and page to
Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.
The same Sir John, the very same. I see him breakSILENCE SHADOW
Skogan's head at the court-gate, when a' was a
crack not thus high: and the very same day did I
fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruiterer,
behind Gray's Inn. Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I
have spent! and to see how many of my old
acquaintance are dead!
Certain, 'tis certain; very sure, very sure: death,SILENCE SHALLOW SILENCE SHALLOW
as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall
die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?
Jesu, Jesu, dead! a' drew a good bow; and dead! a'SILENCE SHALLOW SILENCE
shot a fine shoot: John a Gaunt loved him well, and
betted much money on his head. Dead! a' would have
clapped i' the clout at twelve score; and carried
you a forehand shaft a fourteen and fourteen and a
half, that it would have done a man's heart good to
see. How a score of ewes now?
Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men, as I think.BARDOLPH SHALLOW
Enter BARDOLPH and one with him
I am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire of thisBARDOLPH
county, and one of the king's justices of th e peace:
What is your good pleasure with me?
My captain, sir, commends him to you; my captain,SHALLOW
Sir John Falstaff, a tall gentleman, by heaven, and
a most gallant leader.
He greets me well, sir. I knew him a good backswordBARDOLPH SHALLOW
man. How doth the good knight? may I ask how my
lady his wife doth?
It is well said, in faith, sir; and it is well saidBARDOLPH
indeed too. Better accommodated! it is good; yea,
indeed, is it: good phrases are surely, and ever
were, very commendable. Accommodated! it comes of
'accommodo' very good; a good phrase.
Pardon me, sir; I have heard the word. Phrase callSHALLOW
you it? by this good day, I know not the phrase;
but I will maintain the word with my sword to be a
soldier-like word, and a word of exceeding good
command, by heaven. Accommodated; that is, when a
man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is,
being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated;
which is an excellent thing.
It is very just.FALSTAFF SHALLOW FALSTAFF SILENCE FALSTAFF SHALLOW FALSTAFF SHALLOW
Enter FALSTAFFLook, here comes good Sir John. Give me your good
hand, give me your worship's good hand: by my
troth, you like well and bear your years very well:
welcome, good Sir John.
Where's the roll? where's the roll? where's theMOULDY SHALLOW FALSTAFF MOULDY FALSTAFF SHALLOW
roll? Let me see, let me see, let me see. So, so:
yea, marry, sir: Ralph Mouldy! Let them appear as
I call; let them do so, let them do so. Let me
see; where is Mouldy?
Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i' faith! Things thatFALSTAFF MOULDY
are mouldy lack use: very singular good! in faith,
well said, Sir John, very well said.
I was pricked well enough before, an you could haveFALSTAFF MOULDY SHALLOW
let me alone: my old dame will be undone now for
one to do her husbandry and her drudgery: you need
not to have pricked me; there are other men fitter
to go out than I.
Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside: know you whereFALSTAFF SHALLOW SHADOW FALSTAFF SHADOW FALSTAFF
you are? For the other, Sir John: let me see:
Thy mother's son! like enough, and thy father'sSHALLOW FALSTAFF
shadow: so the son of the female is the shadow of
the male: it is often so, indeed; but much of the
Shadow will serve for summer; prick him, for we haveSHALLOW FALSTAFF WART FALSTAFF WART FALSTAFF SHALLOW FALSTAFF
a number of shadows to fill up the muster-book.
It were superfluous; for his apparel is built uponSHALLOW FEEBLE FALSTAFF FEEBLE SHALLOW FALSTAFF
his back and the whole frame stands upon pins:
prick him no more.
You may: but if he had been a man's tailor, he'ldFEEBLE FALSTAFF
ha' pricked you. Wilt thou make as many holes in
an enemy's battle as thou hast done in a woman's petticoat?
Well said, good woman's tailor! well said,FEEBLE FALSTAFF
courageous Feeble! thou wilt be as valiant as the
wrathful dove or most magnanimous mouse. Prick the
woman's tailor: well, Master Shallow; deep, Master Shallow.
I would thou wert a man's tailor, that thou mightstFEEBLE FALSTAFF SHALLOW FALSTAFF BULLCALF FALSTAFF BULLCALF FALSTAFF BULLCALF FALSTAFF BULLCALF
mend him and make him fit to go. I cannot put him
to a private soldier that is the leader of so many
thousands: let that suffice, most forcible Feeble.
A whoreson cold, sir, a cough, sir, which I caughtFALSTAFF
with ringing in the king's affairs upon his
Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown; we wiltSHALLOW
have away thy cold; and I will take such order that
my friends shall ring for thee. Is here all?
Here is two more called than your number, you mustFALSTAFF
have but four here, sir: and so, I pray you, go in
with me to dinner.
Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarrySHALLOW FALSTAFF SHALLOW FALSTAFF SHALLOW FALSTAFF SHALLOW FALSTAFF SHALLOW
dinner. I am glad to see you, by my troth, Master Shallow.
Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose but be old;SILENCE SHALLOW
certain she's old; and had Robin Nightwork by old
Nightwork before I came to Clement's Inn.
Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that thatFALSTAFF SHALLOW
this knight and I have seen! Ha, Sir John, said I well?
That we have, that we have, that we have; in faith,BULLCALF
Sir John, we have: our watch-word was 'Hem boys!'
Come, let's to dinner; come, let's to dinner:
Jesus, the days that we have seen! Come, come.
Exeunt FALSTAFF and Justices
Good Master Corporate Bardolph, stand my friend;BARDOLPH MOULDY
and here's four Harry ten shillings in French crowns
for you. In very truth, sir, I had as lief be
hanged, sir, as go: and yet, for mine own part, sir,
I do not care; but rather, because I am unwilling,
and, for mine own part, have a desire to stay with
my friends; else, sir, I did not care, for mine own
part, so much.
And, good master corporal captain, for my oldBARDOLPH FEEBLE
dame's sake, stand my friend: she has nobody to do
any thing about her when I am gone; and she is old,
and cannot help herself: You shall have forty, sir.
By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once: weBARDOLPH FEEBLE
owe God a death: I'll ne'er bear a base mind:
an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: no man is
too good to serve's prince; and let it go which way
it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next.
Faith, I'll bear no base mind.FALSTAFF SHALLOW BARDOLPH FALSTAFF SHALLOW FALSTAFF SHALLOW FALSTAFF
Re-enter FALSTAFF and the Justices
Mouldy and Bullcalf: for you, Mouldy, stay at homeSHALLOW
till you are past service: and for your part,
Bullcalf, grow till you come unto it: I will none of you.
Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong: they areFALSTAFF
your likeliest men, and I would have you served with the best.
Will you tell me, Master Shallow, how to choose aBARDOLPH FALSTAFF
man? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the stature,
bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the
spirit, Master Shallow. Here's Wart; you see what a
ragged appearance it is; a' shall charge you and
discharge you with the motion of a pewterer's
hammer, come off and on swifter than he that gibbets
on the brewer's bucket. And this same half-faced
fellow, Shadow; give me this man: he presents no
mark to the enemy; the foeman may with as great aim
level at the edge of a penknife. And for a retreat;
how swiftly will this Feeble the woman's tailor run
off! O, give me the spare men, and spare me the
great ones. Put me a caliver into Wart's hand, Bardolph.
Come, manage me your caliver. So: very well: goSHALLOW
to: very good, exceeding good. O, give me always a
little, lean, old, chapt, bald shot. Well said, i'
faith, Wart; thou'rt a good scab: hold, there's a
tester for thee.
He is not his craft's master; he doth not do itFALSTAFF
right. I remember at Mile-end Green, when I lay at
Clement's Inn--I was then Sir Dagonet in Arthur's
show,--there was a little quiver fellow, and a'
would manage you his piece thus; and a' would about
and about, and come you in and come you in: 'rah,
tah, tah,' would a' say; 'bounce' would a' say; and
away again would a' go, and again would a' come: I
shall ne'er see such a fellow.
These fellows will do well, Master Shallow. GodSHALLOW
keep you, Master Silence: I will not use many words
with you. Fare you well, gentlemen both: I thank
you: I must a dozen mile to-night. Bardolph, give
the soldiers coats.
Sir John, the Lord bless you! God prosper yourFALSTAFF SHALLOW FALSTAFF
affairs! God send us peace! At your return visit
our house; let our old acquaintance be renewed;
peradventure I will with ye to the court.
Fare you well, gentle gentlemen.
Exeunt JusticesOn, Bardolph; lead the men away.
Exeunt BARDOLPH, Recruits, & cAs I return, I will fetch off these justices: I do
see the bottom of Justice Shallow. Lord, Lord, how
subject we old men are to this vice of lying! This
same starved justice hath done nothing but prate to
me of the wildness of his youth, and the feats he
hath done about Turnbull Street: and every third
word a lie, duer paid to the hearer than the Turk's
tribute. I do remember him at Clement's Inn like a
man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a'
was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked
radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it
with a knife: a' was so forlorn, that his
dimensions to any thick sight were invincible: a'
was the very genius of famine; yet lecherous as a
monkey, and the whores called him mandrake: a' came
ever in the rearward of the fashion, and sung those
tunes to the overscutched huswives that he heard the
carmen whistle, and swear they were his fancies or
his good-nights. And now is this Vice's dagger
become a squire, and talks as familiarly of John a
Gaunt as if he had been sworn brother to him; and
I'll be sworn a' ne'er saw him but once in the
Tilt-yard; and then he burst his head for crowding
among the marshal's men. I saw it, and told John a
Gaunt he beat his own name; for you might have
thrust him and all his apparel into an eel-skin; the
case of a treble hautboy was a mansion for him, a
court: and now has he land and beefs. Well, I'll
be acquainted with him, if I return; and it shall
go hard but I will make him a philosopher's two
stones to me: if the young dace be a bait for the
old pike, I see no reason in the law of nature but I
may snap at him. Let time shape, and there an end.
Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, MOWBRAY, LORD HASTINGS, and othersARCHBISHOP OF YORK HASTINGS ARCHBISHOP OF YORK HASTINGS ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
'Tis well done.MOWBRAY
My friends and brethren in these great affairs,
I must acquaint you that I have received
New-dated letters from Northumberland;
Their cold intent, tenor and substance, thus:
Here doth he wish his person, with such powers
As might hold sortance with his quality,
The which he could not levy; whereupon
He is retired, to ripe his growing fortunes,
To Scotland: and concludes in hearty prayers
That your attempts may overlive the hazard
And fearful melting of their opposite.
Thus do the hopes we have in him touch groundHASTINGS Messenger
And dash themselves to pieces.
Enter a Messenger
West of this forest, scarcely off a mile,MOWBRAY ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
In goodly form comes on the enemy;
And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number
Upon or near the rate of thirty thousand.
What well-appointed leader fronts us here?MOWBRAY WESTMORELAND ARCHBISHOP OF YORK WESTMORELAND
Then, my lord,ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
Unto your grace do I in chief address
The substance of my speech. If that rebellion
Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rags,
And countenanced by boys and beggary,
I say, if damn'd commotion so appear'd,
In his true, native and most proper shape,
You, reverend father, and these noble lords
Had not been here, to dress the ugly form
Of base and bloody insurrection
With your fair honours. You, lord archbishop,
Whose see is by a civil peace maintained,
Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd,
Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd,
Whose white investments figure innocence,
The dove and very blessed spirit of peace,
Wherefore do you so ill translate ourself
Out of the speech of peace that bears such grace,
Into the harsh and boisterous tongue of war;
Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood,
Your pens to lances and your tongue divine
To a trumpet and a point of war?
Wherefore do I this? so the question stands.WESTMORELAND
Briefly to this end: we are all diseased,
And with our surfeiting and wanton hours
Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,
And we must bleed for it; of which disease
Our late king, Richard, being infected, died.
But, my most noble Lord of Westmoreland,
I take not on me here as a physician,
Nor do I as an enemy to peace
Troop in the throngs of military men;
But rather show awhile like fearful war,
To diet rank minds sick of happiness
And purge the obstructions which begin to stop
Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly.
I have in equal balance justly weigh'd
What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer,
And find our griefs heavier than our offences.
We see which way the stream of time doth run,
And are enforced from our most quiet there
By the rough torrent of occasion;
And have the summary of all our griefs,
When time shall serve, to show in articles;
Which long ere this we offer'd to the king,
And might by no suit gain our audience:
When we are wrong'd and would unfold our griefs,
We are denied access unto his person
Even by those men that most have done us wrong.
The dangers of the days but newly gone,
Whose memory is written on the earth
With yet appearing blood, and the examples
Of every minute's instance, present now,
Hath put us in these ill-beseeming arms,
Not to break peace or any branch of it,
But to establish here a peace indeed,
Concurring both in name and quality.
When ever yet was your appeal denied?ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
Wherein have you been galled by the king?
What peer hath been suborn'd to grate on you,
That you should seal this lawless bloody book
Of forged rebellion with a seal divine
And consecrate commotion's bitter edge?
My brother general, the commonwealth,WESTMORELAND MOWBRAY
To brother born an household cruelty,
I make my quarrel in particular.
Why not to him in part, and to us allWESTMORELAND
That feel the bruises of the days before,
And suffer the condition of these times
To lay a heavy and unequal hand
Upon our honours?
O, my good Lord Mowbray,MOWBRAY
Construe the times to their necessities,
And you shall say indeed, it is the time,
And not the king, that doth you injuries.
Yet for your part, it not appears to me
Either from the king or in the present time
That you should have an inch of any ground
To build a grief on: were you not restored
To all the Duke of Norfolk's signories,
Your noble and right well remember'd father's?
What thing, in honour, had my father lost,WESTMORELAND
That need to be revived and breathed in me?
The king that loved him, as the state stood then,
Was force perforce compell'd to banish him:
And then that Harry Bolingbroke and he,
Being mounted and both roused in their seats,
Their neighing coursers daring of the spur,
Their armed staves in charge, their beavers down,
Their eyes of fire sparking through sights of steel
And the loud trumpet blowing them together,
Then, then, when there was nothing could have stay'd
My father from the breast of Bolingbroke,
O when the king did throw his warder down,
His own life hung upon the staff he threw;
Then threw he down himself and all their lives
That by indictment and by dint of sword
Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke.
You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what.MOWBRAY WESTMORELAND
The Earl of Hereford was reputed then
In England the most valiant gentlemen:
Who knows on whom fortune would then have smiled?
But if your father had been victor there,
He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry:
For all the country in a general voice
Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers and love
Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on
And bless'd and graced indeed, more than the king.
But this is mere digression from my purpose.
Here come I from our princely general
To know your griefs; to tell you from his grace
That he will give you audience; and wherein
It shall appear that your demands are just,
You shall enjoy them, every thing set off
That might so much as think you enemies.
Mowbray, you overween to take it so;MOWBRAY WESTMORELAND HASTINGS
This offer comes from mercy, not from fear:
For, lo! within a ken our army lies,
Upon mine honour, all too confident
To give admittance to a thought of fear.
Our battle is more full of names than yours,
Our men more perfect in the use of arms,
Our armour all as strong, our cause the best;
Then reason will our heart should be as good
Say you not then our offer is compell'd.
Hath the Prince John a full commission,WESTMORELAND ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
In very ample virtue of his father,
To hear and absolutely to determine
Of what conditions we shall stand upon?
Then take, my Lord of Westmoreland, this schedule,WESTMORELAND
For this contains our general grievances:
Each several article herein redress'd,
All members of our cause, both here and hence,
That are insinew'd to this action,
Acquitted by a true substantial form
And present execution of our wills
To us and to our purposes confined,
We come within our awful banks again
And knit our powers to the arm of peace.
This will I show the general. Please you, lords,ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
In sight of both our battles we may meet;
And either end in peace, which God so frame!
Or to the place of difference call the swords
Which must decide it.
My lord, we will do so.MOWBRAY HASTINGS
Fear you not that: if we can make our peaceMOWBRAY
Upon such large terms and so absolute
As our conditions shall consist upon,
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
Yea, but our valuation shall be suchARCHBISHOP OF YORK
That every slight and false-derived cause,
Yea, every idle, nice and wanton reason
Shall to the king taste of this action;
That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love,
We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind
That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff
And good from bad find no partition.
No, no, my lord. Note this; the king is wearyHASTINGS
Of dainty and such picking grievances:
For he hath found to end one doubt by death
Revives two greater in the heirs of life,
And therefore will he wipe his tables clean
And keep no tell-tale to his memory
That may repeat and history his loss
To new remembrance; for full well he knows
He cannot so precisely weed this land
As his misdoubts present occasion:
His foes are so enrooted with his friends
That, plucking to unfix an enemy,
He doth unfasten so and shake a friend:
So that this land, like an offensive wife
That hath enraged him on to offer strokes,
As he is striking, holds his infant up
And hangs resolved correction in the arm
That was uprear'd to execution.
Besides, the king hath wasted all his rodsARCHBISHOP OF YORK
On late offenders, that he now doth lack
The very instruments of chastisement:
So that his power, like to a fangless lion,
May offer, but not hold.
'Tis very true:MOWBRAY
And therefore be assured, my good lord marshal,
If we do now make our atonement well,
Our peace will, like a broken limb united,
Grow stronger for the breaking.
Be it so.WESTMORELAND
Here is return'd my Lord of Westmoreland.
The prince is here at hand: pleaseth your lordshipMOWBRAY ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies.
Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, attended; afterwards the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, HASTINGS, and others: from the other side, Prince John of LANCASTER, and WESTMORELAND; Officers, and others with themLANCASTER
You are well encounter'd here, my cousin Mowbray:ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop;
And so to you, Lord Hastings, and to all.
My Lord of York, it better show'd with you
When that your flock, assembled by the bell,
Encircled you to hear with reverence
Your exposition on the holy text
Than now to see you here an iron man,
Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,
Turning the word to sword and life to death.
That man that sits within a monarch's heart,
And ripens in the sunshine of his favour,
Would he abuse the countenance of the king,
Alack, what mischiefs might he set abrooch
In shadow of such greatness! With you, lord bishop,
It is even so. Who hath not heard it spoken
How deep you were within the books of God?
To us the speaker in his parliament;
To us the imagined voice of God himself;
The very opener and intelligencer
Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven
And our dull workings. O, who shall believe
But you misuse the reverence of your place,
Employ the countenance and grace of heaven,
As a false favourite doth his prince's name,
In deeds dishonourable? You have ta'en up,
Under the counterfeited zeal of God,
The subjects of his substitute, my father,
And both against the peace of heaven and him
Have here up-swarm'd them.
Good my Lord of Lancaster,MOWBRAY HASTINGS
I am not here against your father's peace;
But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland,
The time misorder'd doth, in common sense,
Crowd us and crush us to this monstrous form,
To hold our safety up. I sent your grace
The parcels and particulars of our grief,
The which hath been with scorn shoved from the court,
Whereon this Hydra son of war is born;
Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep
With grant of our most just and right desires,
And true obedience, of this madness cured,
Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.
And though we here fall down,LANCASTER WESTMORELAND LANCASTER
We have supplies to second our attempt:
If they miscarry, theirs shall second them;
And so success of mischief shall be born
And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up
Whiles England shall have generation.
I like them all, and do allow them well,ARCHBISHOP OF YORK LANCASTER HASTINGS
And swear here, by the honour of my blood,
My father's purposes have been mistook,
And some about him have too lavishly
Wrested his meaning and authority.
My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd;
Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you,
Discharge your powers unto their several counties,
As we will ours: and here between the armies
Let's drink together friendly and embrace,
That all their eyes may bear those tokens home
Of our restored love and amity.
Go, captain, and deliver to the armyARCHBISHOP OF YORK WESTMORELAND
This news of peace: let them have pay, and part:
I know it will well please them. Hie thee, captain.
I pledge your grace; and, if you knew what painsARCHBISHOP OF YORK WESTMORELAND MOWBRAY ARCHBISHOP OF YORK WESTMORELAND ARCHBISHOP OF YORK MOWBRAY
I have bestow'd to breed this present peace,
You would drink freely: but my love to ye
Shall show itself more openly hereafter.
So much the worse, if your own rule be true.LANCASTER MOWBRAY ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
A peace is of the nature of a conquest;LANCASTER
For then both parties nobly are subdued,
And neither party loser.
Go, my lord,ARCHBISHOP OF YORK LANCASTER
And let our army be discharged too.
Exit WESTMORELANDAnd, good my lord, so please you, let our trains
March, by us, that we may peruse the men
We should have coped withal.
I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together.WESTMORELAND LANCASTER
Re-enter WESTMORELANDNow, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
They know their duties.HASTINGS
My lord, our army is dispersed already;WESTMORELAND
Like youthful steers unyoked, they take their courses
East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up,
Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place.
Good tidings, my Lord Hastings; for the whichMOWBRAY WESTMORELAND ARCHBISHOP OF YORK LANCASTER
I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason:
And you, lord archbishop, and you, Lord Mowbray,
Of capitol treason I attach you both.
I pawn'd thee none:
I promised you redress of these same grievances
Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour,
I will perform with a most Christian care.
But for you, rebels, look to taste the due
Meet for rebellion and such acts as yours.
Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
Fondly brought here and foolishly sent hence.
Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray:
God, and not we, hath safely fought to-day.
Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.
Alarum. Excursions. Enter FALSTAFF and COLEVILE, meetingFALSTAFF COLEVILE FALSTAFF
Well, then, Colevile is your name, a knight is yourCOLEVILE FALSTAFF
degree, and your place the dale: Colevile shall be
still your name, a traitor your degree, and the
dungeon your place, a place deep enough; so shall
you be still Colevile of the dale.
As good a man as he, sir, whoe'er I am. Do yeCOLEVILE FALSTAFF
yield, sir? or shall I sweat for you? if I do
sweat, they are the drops of thy lovers, and they
weep for thy death: therefore rouse up fear and
trembling, and do observance to my mercy.
I have a whole school of tongues in this belly ofLANCASTER
mine, and not a tongue of them all speaks any other
word but my name. An I had but a belly of any
indifference, I were simply the most active fellow
in Europe: my womb, my womb, my womb, undoes me.
Here comes our general.
Enter PRINCE JOHN OF LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, BLUNT, and others
The heat is past; follow no further now:FALSTAFF
Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.
Exit WESTMORELANDNow, Falstaff, where have you been all this while?
When every thing is ended, then you come:
These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life,
One time or other break some gallows' back.
I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus: ILANCASTER FALSTAFF
never knew yet but rebuke and cheque was the reward
of valour. Do you think me a swallow, an arrow, or a
bullet? have I, in my poor and old motion, the
expedition of thought? I have speeded hither with
the very extremest inch of possibility; I have
foundered nine score and odd posts: and here,
travel-tainted as I am, have in my pure and
immaculate valour, taken Sir John Colevile of the
dale, a most furious knight and valorous enemy.
But what of that? he saw me, and yielded; that I
may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome,
'I came, saw, and overcame.'
I know not: here he is, and here I yield him: andLANCASTER FALSTAFF LANCASTER FALSTAFF LANCASTER COLEVILE LANCASTER FALSTAFF COLEVILE
I beseech your grace, let it be booked with the
rest of this day's deeds; or, by the Lord, I will
have it in a particular ballad else, with mine own
picture on the top on't, Colevile kissing my foot:
to the which course if I be enforced, if you do not
all show like gilt twopences to me, and I in the
clear sky of fame o'ershine you as much as the full
moon doth the cinders of the element, which show
like pins' heads to her, believe not the word of
the noble: therefore let me have right, and let
I am, my lord, but as my betters areFALSTAFF
That led me hither: had they been ruled by me,
You should have won them dearer than you have.
I know not how they sold themselves: but thou, likeLANCASTER WESTMORELAND LANCASTER
a kind fellow, gavest thyself away gratis; and I
thank thee for thee.
Send Colevile with his confederatesFALSTAFF
To York, to present execution:
Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure.
Exeunt BLUNT and others with COLEVILEAnd now dispatch we toward the court, my lords:
I hear the king my father is sore sick:
Our news shall go before us to his majesty,
Which, cousin, you shall bear to comfort him,
And we with sober speed will follow you.
My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to goLANCASTER
Through Gloucestershire: and, when you come to court,
Stand my good lord, pray, in your good report.
Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition,FALSTAFF
Shall better speak of you than you deserve.
Exeunt all but Falstaff
I would you had but the wit: 'twere better thanBARDOLPH FALSTAFF
your dukedom. Good faith, this same young sober-
blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man cannot make
him laugh; but that's no marvel, he drinks no wine.
There's never none of these demure boys come to any
proof; for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood,
and making many fish-meals, that they fall into a
kind of male green-sickness; and then when they
marry, they get wenches: they are generally fools
and cowards; which some of us should be too, but for
inflammation. A good sherris sack hath a two-fold
operation in it. It ascends me into the brain;
dries me there all the foolish and dull and curdy
vapours which environ it; makes it apprehensive,
quick, forgetive, full of nimble fiery and
delectable shapes, which, delivered o'er to the
voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes
excellent wit. The second property of your
excellent sherris is, the warming of the blood;
which, before cold and settled, left the liver
white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity
and cowardice; but the sherris warms it and makes
it course from the inwards to the parts extreme:
it illumineth the face, which as a beacon gives
warning to all the rest of this little kingdom,
man, to arm; and then the vital commoners and
inland petty spirits muster me all to their captain,
the heart, who, great and puffed up with this
retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this valour
comes of sherris. So that skill in the weapon is
nothing without sack, for that sets it a-work; and
learning a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil, till
sack commences it and sets it in act and use.
Hereof comes it that Prince Harry is valiant; for
the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his
father, he hath, like lean, sterile and bare land,
manured, husbanded and tilled with excellent
endeavour of drinking good and good store of fertile
sherris, that he is become very hot and valiant. If
I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I
would teach them should be, to forswear thin
potations and to addict themselves to sack.
Enter BARDOLPHHow now Bardolph?
Let them go. I'll through Gloucestershire; and
there will I visit Master Robert Shallow, esquire:
I have him already tempering between my finger and
my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him. Come away.
Enter KING HENRY IV, the Princes Thomas of CLARENCE and Humphrey of GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, and othersKING HENRY IV
Now, lords, if God doth give successful endWARWICK KING HENRY IV GLOUCESTER KING HENRY IV GLOUCESTER KING HENRY IV GLOUCESTER CLARENCE KING HENRY IV
To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,
We will our youth lead on to higher fields
And draw no swords but what are sanctified.
Our navy is address'd, our power collected,
Our substitutes in absence well invested,
And every thing lies level to our wish:
Only, we want a little personal strength;
And pause us, till these rebels, now afoot,
Come underneath the yoke of government.
Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence.CLARENCE KING HENRY IV CLARENCE KING HENRY IV CLARENCE KING HENRY IV
How chance thou art not with the prince thy brother?
He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas;
Thou hast a better place in his affection
Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy,
And noble offices thou mayst effect
Of mediation, after I am dead,
Between his greatness and thy other brethren:
Therefore omit him not; blunt not his love,
Nor lose the good advantage of his grace
By seeming cold or careless of his will;
For he is gracious, if he be observed:
He hath a tear for pity and a hand
Open as day for melting charity:
Yet notwithstanding, being incensed, he's flint,
As humorous as winter and as sudden
As flaws congealed in the spring of day.
His temper, therefore, must be well observed:
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When thou perceive his blood inclined to mirth;
But, being moody, give him line and scope,
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
Confound themselves with working. Learn this, Thomas,
And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends,
A hoop of gold to bind thy brothers in,
That the united vessel of their blood,
Mingled with venom of suggestion--
As, force perforce, the age will pour it in--
Shall never leak, though it do work as strong
As aconitum or rash gunpowder.
Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds;WARWICK
And he, the noble image of my youth,
Is overspread with them: therefore my grief
Stretches itself beyond the hour of death:
The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape
In forms imaginary the unguided days
And rotten times that you shall look upon
When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
When means and lavish manners meet together,
O, with what wings shall his affections fly
Towards fronting peril and opposed decay!
My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite:KING HENRY IV
The prince but studies his companions
Like a strange tongue, wherein, to gain the language,
'Tis needful that the most immodest word
Be look'd upon and learn'd; which once attain'd,
Your highness knows, comes to no further use
But to be known and hated. So, like gross terms,
The prince will in the perfectness of time
Cast off his followers; and their memory
Shall as a pattern or a measure live,
By which his grace must mete the lives of others,
Turning past evils to advantages.
'Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her combWESTMORELAND
In the dead carrion.
Enter WESTMORELANDWho's here? Westmoreland?
Health to my sovereign, and new happinessKING HENRY IV
Added to that that I am to deliver!
Prince John your son doth kiss your grace's hand:
Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Hastings and all
Are brought to the correction of your law;
There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd
But peace puts forth her olive every where.
The manner how this action hath been borne
Here at more leisure may your highness read,
With every course in his particular.
O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird,HARCOURT
Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
The lifting up of day.
Enter HARCOURTLook, here's more news.
From enemies heaven keep your majesty;KING HENRY IV
And, when they stand against you, may they fall
As those that I am come to tell you of!
The Earl Northumberland and the Lord Bardolph,
With a great power of English and of Scots
Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown:
The manner and true order of the fight
This packet, please it you, contains at large.
And wherefore should these good news make me sick?GLOUCESTER CLARENCE WESTMORELAND WARWICK
Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach and no food;
Such are the poor, in health; or else a feast
And takes away the stomach; such are the rich,
That have abundance and enjoy it not.
I should rejoice now at this happy news;
And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy:
O me! come near me; now I am much ill.
Be patient, princes; you do know, these fitsCLARENCE
Are with his highness very ordinary.
Stand from him. Give him air; he'll straight be well.
No, no, he cannot long hold out these pangs:GLOUCESTER
The incessant care and labour of his mind
Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in
So thin that life looks through and will break out.
The people fear me; for they do observeCLARENCE
Unfather'd heirs and loathly births of nature:
The seasons change their manners, as the year
Had found some months asleep and leap'd them over.
The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between;WARWICK GLOUCESTER KING HENRY IV
And the old folk, time's doting chronicles,
Say it did so a little time before
That our great-grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died.
KING HENRY IV lying on a bed: CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, and others in attendanceKING HENRY IV
Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends;WARWICK KING HENRY IV CLARENCE WARWICK
Unless some dull and favourable hand
Will whisper music to my weary spirit.
Less noise, less noise!PRINCE HENRY CLARENCE PRINCE HENRY GLOUCESTER PRINCE HENRY GLOUCESTER PRINCE HENRY WARWICK CLARENCE WARWICK PRINCE HENRY
Enter PRINCE HENRY
No; I will sit and watch here by the king.KING HENRY IV
Exeunt all but PRINCE HENRYWhy doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,
Being so troublesome a bedfellow?
O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide
To many a watchful night! sleep with it now!
Yet not so sound and half so deeply sweet
As he whose brow with homely biggen bound
Snores out the watch of night. O majesty!
When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,
That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath
There lies a downy feather which stirs not:
Did he suspire, that light and weightless down
Perforce must move. My gracious lord! my father!
This sleep is sound indeed, this is a sleep
That from this golden rigol hath divorced
So many English kings. Thy due from me
Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood,
Which nature, love, and filial tenderness,
Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously:
My due from thee is this imperial crown,
Which, as immediate as thy place and blood,
Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,
Which God shall guard: and put the world's whole strength
Into one giant arm, it shall not force
This lineal honour from me: this from thee
Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me.
Warwick! Gloucester! Clarence!CLARENCE WARWICK KING HENRY IV CLARENCE KING HENRY IV WARWICK GLOUCESTER KING HENRY IV WARWICK KING HENRY IV
Re-enter WARWICK, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and the rest
The prince hath ta'en it hence: go, seek him out.WARWICK
Is he so hasty that he doth suppose
My sleep my death?
Find him, my Lord of Warwick; chide him hither.
Exit WARWICKThis part of his conjoins with my disease,
And helps to end me. See, sons, what things you are!
How quickly nature falls into revolt
When gold becomes her object!
For this the foolish over-careful fathers
Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care,
Their bones with industry;
For this they have engrossed and piled up
The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts and martial exercises:
When, like the bee, culling from every flower
The virtuous sweets,
Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the hive, and, like the bees,
Are murdered for our pains. This bitter taste
Yield his engrossments to the ending father.
Re-enter WARWICKNow, where is he that will not stay so long
Till his friend sickness hath determined me?
My lord, I found the prince in the next room,KING HENRY IV
Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks,
With such a deep demeanor in great sorrow
That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood,
Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife
With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.
But wherefore did he take away the crown?PRINCE HENRY KING HENRY IV
Re-enter PRINCE HENRYLo, where he comes. Come hither to me, Harry.
Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.
Exeunt WARWICK and the rest
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought:PRINCE HENRY
I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.
Dost thou so hunger for mine empty chair
That thou wilt needs invest thee with my honours
Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth!
Thou seek'st the greatness that will o'erwhelm thee.
Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity
Is held from falling with so weak a wind
That it will quickly drop: my day is dim.
Thou hast stolen that which after some few hours
Were thine without offence; and at my death
Thou hast seal'd up my expectation:
Thy life did manifest thou lovedst me not,
And thou wilt have me die assured of it.
Thou hidest a thousand daggers in thy thoughts,
Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,
To stab at half an hour of my life.
What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour?
Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself,
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear
That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse
Be drops of balm to sanctify thy head:
Only compound me with forgotten dust
Give that which gave thee life unto the worms.
Pluck down my officers, break my decrees;
For now a time is come to mock at form:
Harry the Fifth is crown'd: up, vanity!
Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence!
And to the English court assemble now,
From every region, apes of idleness!
Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum:
Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance,
Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit
The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
Be happy, he will trouble you no more;
England shall double gild his treble guilt,
England shall give him office, honour, might;
For the fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks
The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog
Shall flesh his tooth on every innocent.
O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows!
When that my care could not withhold thy riots,
What wilt thou do when riot is thy care?
O, thou wilt be a wilderness again,
Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants!
O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears,KING HENRY IV
The moist impediments unto my speech,
I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke
Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard
The course of it so far. There is your crown;
And He that wears the crown immortally
Long guard it yours! If I affect it more
Than as your honour and as your renown,
Let me no more from this obedience rise,
Which my most inward true and duteous spirit
Teacheth, this prostrate and exterior bending.
God witness with me, when I here came in,
And found no course of breath within your majesty,
How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign,
O, let me in my present wildness die
And never live to show the incredulous world
The noble change that I have purposed!
Coming to look on you, thinking you dead,
And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,
I spake unto this crown as having sense,
And thus upbraided it: 'The care on thee depending
Hath fed upon the body of my father;
Therefore, thou best of gold art worst of gold:
Other, less fine in carat, is more precious,
Preserving life in medicine potable;
But thou, most fine, most honour'd: most renown'd,
Hast eat thy bearer up.' Thus, my most royal liege,
Accusing it, I put it on my head,
To try with it, as with an enemy
That had before my face murder'd my father,
The quarrel of a true inheritor.
But if it did infect my blood with joy,
Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride;
If any rebel or vain spirit of mine
Did with the least affection of a welcome
Give entertainment to the might of it,
Let God for ever keep it from my head
And make me as the poorest vassal is
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
O my son,PRINCE HENRY
God put it in thy mind to take it hence,
That thou mightst win the more thy father's love,
Pleading so wisely in excuse of it!
Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed;
And hear, I think, the very latest counsel
That ever I shall breathe. God knows, my son,
By what by-paths and indirect crook'd ways
I met this crown; and I myself know well
How troublesome it sat upon my head.
To thee it shall descend with bitter quiet,
Better opinion, better confirmation;
For all the soil of the achievement goes
With me into the earth. It seem'd in me
But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand,
And I had many living to upbraid
My gain of it by their assistances;
Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed,
Wounding supposed peace: all these bold fears
Thou see'st with peril I have answered;
For all my reign hath been but as a scene
Acting that argument: and now my death
Changes the mode; for what in me was purchased,
Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort;
So thou the garland wear'st successively.
Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do,
Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green;
And all my friends, which thou must make thy friends,
Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out;
By whose fell working I was first advanced
And by whose power I well might lodge a fear
To be again displaced: which to avoid,
I cut them off; and had a purpose now
To lead out many to the Holy Land,
Lest rest and lying still might make them look
Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy course to busy giddy minds
With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out,
May waste the memory of the former days.
More would I, but my lungs are wasted so
That strength of speech is utterly denied me.
How I came by the crown, O God forgive;
And grant it may with thee in true peace live!
My gracious liege,KING HENRY IV LANCASTER KING HENRY IV
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
Then plain and right must my possession be:
Which I with more than with a common pain
'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.
Enter Lord John of LANCASTER
Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son John;PRINCE HENRY
But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
From this bare wither'd trunk: upon thy sight
My worldly business makes a period.
Where is my Lord of Warwick?
My Lord of Warwick!KING HENRY IV WARWICK KING HENRY IV
Enter WARWICK, and others
Laud be to God! even there my life must end.
It hath been prophesied to me many years,
I should not die but in Jerusalem;
Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land:
But bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie;
In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.
Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and PageSHALLOW FALSTAFF SHALLOW
I will not excuse you; you shall not be excused;DAVY SHALLOW
excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse
shall serve; you shall not be excused. Why, Davy!
Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see, Davy; let meDAVY
see, Davy; let me see: yea, marry, William cook,
bid him come hither. Sir John, you shall not be excused.
Marry, sir, thus; those precepts cannot be served:SHALLOW DAVY SHALLOW DAVY
and, again, sir, shall we sow the headland with wheat?
Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must need beSHALLOW
had: and, sir, do you mean to stop any of William's
wages, about the sack he lost the other day at
A' shall answer it. Some pigeons, Davy, a coupleDAVY SHALLOW
of short-legged hens, a joint of mutton, and any
pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook.
Yea, Davy. I will use him well: a friend i' theDAVY SHALLOW DAVY SHALLOW DAVY
court is better than a penny in purse. Use his men
well, Davy; for they are arrant knaves, and will backbite.
I grant your worship that he is a knave, sir; butSHALLOW
yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should have some
countenance at his friend's request. An honest
man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave
is not. I have served your worship truly, sir,
this eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in
a quarter bear out a knave against an honest man, I
have but a very little credit with your worship. The
knave is mine honest friend, sir; therefore, I
beseech your worship, let him be countenanced.
Go to; I say he shall have no wrong. Look about, Davy.BARDOLPH SHALLOW
Exit DAVYWhere are you, Sir John? Come, come, come, off
with your boots. Give me your hand, Master Bardolph.
I thank thee with all my heart, kindFALSTAFF
Master Bardolph: and welcome, my tall fellow.
To the PageCome, Sir John.
I'll follow you, good Master Robert Shallow.SHALLOW FALSTAFF
Exit SHALLOWBardolph, look to our horses.
Exeunt BARDOLPH and PageIf I were sawed into quantities, I should make four
dozen of such bearded hermits' staves as Master
Shallow. It is a wonderful thing to see the
semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his:
they, by observing of him, do bear themselves like
foolish justices; he, by conversing with them, is
turned into a justice-like serving-man: their
spirits are so married in conjunction with the
participation of society that they flock together in
consent, like so many wild-geese. If I had a suit
to Master Shallow, I would humour his men with the
imputation of being near their master: if to his
men, I would curry with Master Shallow that no man
could better command his servants. It is certain
that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is
caught, as men take diseases, one of another:
therefore let men take heed of their company. I
will devise matter enough out of this Shallow to
keep Prince Harry in continual laughter the wearing
out of six fashions, which is four terms, or two
actions, and a' shall laugh without intervallums. O,
it is much that a lie with a slight oath and a jest
with a sad brow will do with a fellow that never
had the ache in his shoulders! O, you shall see him
laugh till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up!
Enter WARWICK and the Lord Chief-Justice, meetingWARWICK WARWICK WARWICK
He's walk'd the way of nature;WARWICK
And to our purposes he lives no more.
Lord Chief-JusticeI would his majesty had call'd me with him:
The service that I truly did his life
Hath left me open to all injuries.
Indeed I think the young king loves you not.WARWICK
Lord Chief-JusticeI know he doth not, and do arm myself
To welcome the condition of the time,
Which cannot look more hideously upon me
Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.
Enter LANCASTER, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, WESTMORELAND, and others
Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry:LANCASTER GLOUCESTER CLARENCE LANCASTER WARWICK LANCASTER
O that the living Harry had the temper
Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen!
How many nobles then should hold their places
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!
Lord Chief-JusticeO God, I fear all will be overturn'd!
Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy.GLOUCESTER
Lord Chief-JusticePeace be with us, lest we be heavier!
O, good my lord, you have lost a friend indeed;LANCASTER
And I dare swear you borrow not that face
Of seeming sorrow, it is sure your own.
Though no man be assured what grace to find,CLARENCE
You stand in coldest expectation:
I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise.
Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair;WARWICK
Which swims against your stream of quality.
Lord Chief-JusticeSweet princes, what I did, I did in honour,
Led by the impartial conduct of my soul:
And never shall you see that I will beg
A ragged and forestall'd remission.
If truth and upright innocency fail me,
I'll to the king my master that is dead,
And tell him who hath sent me after him.
Here comes the prince.KING HENRY V
Enter KING HENRY V, attendedLord Chief-JusticeGood morrow; and God save your majesty!
This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,Princes KING HENRY V
Sits not so easy on me as you think.
Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear:
This is the English, not the Turkish court;
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,
But Harry Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, by my faith, it very well becomes you:
Sorrow so royally in you appears
That I will deeply put the fashion on
And wear it in my heart: why then, be sad;
But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
Than a joint burden laid upon us all.
For me, by heaven, I bid you be assured,
I'll be your father and your brother too;
Let me but bear your love, I 'll bear your cares:
Yet weep that Harry's dead; and so will I;
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears
By number into hours of happiness.
You all look strangely on me: and you most;KING HENRY V
You are, I think, assured I love you not.
Lord Chief-JusticeI am assured, if I be measured rightly,
Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
No!KING HENRY V
How might a prince of my great hopes forget
So great indignities you laid upon me?
What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
The immediate heir of England! Was this easy?
May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?
Lord Chief-JusticeI then did use the person of your father;
The image of his power lay then in me:
And, in the administration of his law,
Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,
Your highness pleased to forget my place,
The majesty and power of law and justice,
The image of the king whom I presented,
And struck me in my very seat of judgment;
Whereon, as an offender to your father,
I gave bold way to my authority
And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
To have a son set your decrees at nought,
To pluck down justice from your awful bench,
To trip the course of law and blunt the sword
That guards the peace and safety of your person;
Nay, more, to spurn at your most royal image
And mock your workings in a second body.
Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours;
Be now the father and propose a son,
Hear your own dignity so much profaned,
See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted,
Behold yourself so by a son disdain'd;
And then imagine me taking your part
And in your power soft silencing your son:
After this cold considerance, sentence me;
And, as you are a king, speak in your state
What I have done that misbecame my place,
My person, or my liege's sovereignty.
You are right, justice, and you weigh this well;
Therefore still bear the balance and the sword:
And I do wish your honours may increase,
Till you do live to see a son of mine
Offend you and obey you, as I did.
So shall I live to speak my father's words:
'Happy am I, that have a man so bold,
That dares do justice on my proper son;
And not less happy, having such a son,
That would deliver up his greatness so
Into the hands of justice.' You did commit me:
For which, I do commit into your hand
The unstained sword that you have used to bear;
With this remembrance, that you use the same
With the like bold, just and impartial spirit
As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand.
You shall be as a father to my youth:
My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear,
And I will stoop and humble my intents
To your well-practised wise directions.
And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you;
My father is gone wild into his grave,
For in his tomb lie my affections;
And with his spirit sadly I survive,
To mock the expectation of the world,
To frustrate prophecies and to raze out
Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
After my seeming. The tide of blood in me
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity till now:
Now doth it turn and ebb back to the sea,
Where it shall mingle with the state of floods
And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
Now call we our high court of parliament:
And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel,
That the great body of our state may go
In equal rank with the best govern'd nation;
That war, or peace, or both at once, may be
As things acquainted and familiar to us;
In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.
Our coronation done, we will accite,
As I before remember'd, all our state:
And, God consigning to my good intents,
No prince nor peer shall have just cause to say,
God shorten Harry's happy life one day!
Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, DAVY, BARDOLPH, and the PageSHALLOW
Nay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour,FALSTAFF SHALLOW
we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing,
with a dish of caraways, and so forth: come,
cousin Silence: and then to bed.
Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all,FALSTAFF SHALLOW
Sir John: marry, good air. Spread, Davy; spread,
Davy; well said, Davy.
A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet,SILENCE
Sir John: by the mass, I have drunk too much sack
at supper: a good varlet. Now sit down, now sit
down: come, cousin.
Ah, sirrah! quoth-a, we shallFALSTAFF SHALLOW DAVY
Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,
SingingAnd praise God for the merry year;
When flesh is cheap and females dear,
And lusty lads roam here and there
And ever among so merrily.
Sweet sir, sit; I'll be with you anon. most sweetSHALLOW SILENCE
sir, sit. Master page, good master page, sit.
Proface! What you want in meat, we'll have in drink:
but you must bear; the heart's all.
Be merry, be merry, my wife has all;FALSTAFF SILENCE
SingingFor women are shrews, both short and tall:
'Tis merry in hall when beards wag all,
And welcome merry Shrove-tide.
Be merry, be merry.
Who, I? I have been merry twice and once ere now.DAVY
There's a dish of leather-coats for you.SHALLOW DAVY SILENCE
A cup of wine that's brisk and fine,FALSTAFF SILENCE FALSTAFF SILENCE SHALLOW
SingingAnd drink unto the leman mine;
And a merry heart lives long-a.
Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest anyDAVY BARDOLPH SHALLOW BARDOLPH SHALLOW
thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.
Welcome, my little tiny thief.
To the PageAnd welcome indeed too. I'll drink to Master
Bardolph, and to all the cavaleros about London.
By God's liggens, I thank thee: the knave willBARDOLPH SHALLOW
stick by thee, I can assure thee that. A' will not
out; he is true bred.
Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be merry.FALSTAFF
Knocking withinLook who's at door there, ho! who knocks?
Why, now you have done me right.SILENCE FALSTAFF SILENCE
To SILENCE, seeing him take off a bumper
Is't so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat.DAVY FALSTAFF
From the court! let him come in.PISTOL FALSTAFF PISTOL
Enter PISTOLHow now, Pistol!
Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. SweetSILENCE PISTOL
knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm.
Puff!FALSTAFF PISTOL FALSTAFF SILENCE PISTOL
Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend,
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee,
And tidings do I bring and lucky joys
And golden times and happy news of price.
Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?SILENCE PISTOL SHALLOW
And shall good news be baffled?
Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.
Give me pardon, sir: if, sir, you come with newsPISTOL SHALLOW PISTOL SHALLOW PISTOL
from the court, I take it there's but two ways,
either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am,
sir, under the king, in some authority.
A foutre for thine office!FALSTAFF PISTOL FALSTAFF
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king;
Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth:
When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like
The bragging Spaniard.
Away, Bardolph! saddle my horse. Master RobertBARDOLPH PISTOL FALSTAFF
Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land,
'tis thine. Pistol, I will double-charge thee with dignities.
Carry Master Silence to bed. Master Shallow, myPISTOL
Lord Shallow,--be what thou wilt; I am fortune's
steward--get on thy boots: we'll ride all night.
O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph!
Exit BARDOLPHCome, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal devise
something to do thyself good. Boot, boot, Master
Shallow: I know the young king is sick for me. Let
us take any man's horses; the laws of England are at
my commandment. Blessed are they that have been my
friends; and woe to my lord chief-justice!
Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
'Where is the life that late I led?' say they:
Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days!
Enter Beadles, dragging in HOSTESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEETMISTRESS QUICKLY
No, thou arrant knave; I would to God that I mightFirst Beadle
die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast
drawn my shoulder out of joint.
The constables have delivered her over to me; andDOLL TEARSHEET
she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant
her: there hath been a man or two lately killed about her.
Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I 'll tellMISTRESS QUICKLY
thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal, an
the child I now go with do miscarry, thou wert
better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou
O the Lord, that Sir John were come! he would makeFirst Beadle
this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the
fruit of her womb miscarry!
If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again;DOLL TEARSHEET
you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go
with me; for the man is dead that you and Pistol
beat amongst you.
I'll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, IFirst Beadle MISTRESS QUICKLY DOLL TEARSHEET MISTRESS QUICKLY DOLL TEARSHEET MISTRESS QUICKLY DOLL TEARSHEET First Beadle
will have you as soundly swinged for this,--you
blue-bottle rogue, you filthy famished correctioner,
if you be not swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles.
Enter two Grooms, strewing rushesFirst Groom Second Groom First Groom
'Twill be two o'clock ere they come from theFALSTAFF
coronation: dispatch, dispatch.
Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and Page
Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow; I willPISTOL FALSTAFF
make the king do you grace: I will leer upon him as
a' comes by; and do but mark the countenance that he
will give me.
Come here, Pistol; stand behind me. O, if I had hadSHALLOW FALSTAFF SHALLOW FALSTAFF SHALLOW FALSTAFF
time to have made new liveries, I would have
bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But
'tis no matter; this poor show doth better: this
doth infer the zeal I had to see him.
As it were, to ride day and night; and not toSHALLOW FALSTAFF
deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience
to shift me,--
But to stand stained with travel, and sweating withPISTOL SHALLOW PISTOL
desire to see him; thinking of nothing else,
putting all affairs else in oblivion, as if there
were nothing else to be done but to see him.
My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver,FALSTAFF
And make thee rage.
Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
Is in base durance and contagious prison;
By most mechanical and dirty hand:
Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell
For Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.
I will deliver her.PISTOL
Shouts within, and the trumpets sound
There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.FALSTAFF PISTOL FALSTAFF KING HENRY IV
Enter KING HENRY V and his train, the Lord Chief- Justice among them
My lord chief-justice, speak to that vain man.FALSTAFF KING HENRY IV
Lord Chief-JusticeHave you your wits? know you what 'tis to speak?
I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers;FALSTAFF SHALLOW FALSTAFF
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
I have long dream'd of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old and so profane;
But, being awaked, I do despise my dream.
Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace;
Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape
For thee thrice wider than for other men.
Reply not to me with a fool-born jest:
Presume not that I am the thing I was;
For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self;
So will I those that kept me company.
When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast,
The tutor and the feeder of my riots:
Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death,
As I have done the rest of my misleaders,
Not to come near our person by ten mile.
For competence of life I will allow you,
That lack of means enforce you not to evil:
And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,
We will, according to your strengths and qualities,
Give you advancement. Be it your charge, my lord,
To see perform'd the tenor of our word. Set on.
Exeunt KING HENRY V, & c
That can hardly be, Master Shallow. Do not youSHALLOW
grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private to
him: look you, he must seem thus to the world:
fear not your advancements; I will be the man yet
that shall make you great.
I cannot well perceive how, unless you should giveFALSTAFF SHALLOW FALSTAFF
me your doublet and stuff me out with straw. I
beseech you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred
of my thousand.
Fear no colours: go with me to dinner: come,FALSTAFF PISTOL
Lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph: I shall be sent
for soon at night.
Re-enter Prince John of LANCASTER, the Lord Chief-Justice; Officers with themLord Chief-JusticeGo, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet:
Take all his company along with him.
Si fortune me tormenta, spero contenta.LANCASTER
Exeunt all but PRINCE JOHN and the Lord Chief-Justice
I like this fair proceeding of the king's:LANCASTER LANCASTER
He hath intent his wonted followers
Shall all be very well provided for;
But all are banish'd till their conversations
Appear more wise and modest to the world.
Lord Chief-JusticeAnd so they are.
I will lay odds that, ere this year expire,
We bear our civil swords and native fire
As far as France: I beard a bird so sing,
Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.
Come, will you hence?
Spoken by a DancerFirst my fear; then my courtesy; last my speech.
My fear is, your displeasure; my courtesy, my duty;
and my speech, to beg your pardons. If you look
for a good speech now, you undo me: for what I have
to say is of mine own making; and what indeed I
should say will, I doubt, prove mine own marring.
But to the purpose, and so to the venture. Be it
known to you, as it is very well, I was lately here
in the end of a displeasing play, to pray your
patience for it and to promise you a better. I
meant indeed to pay you with this; which, if like an
ill venture it come unluckily home, I break, and
you, my gentle creditors, lose. Here I promised you
I would be and here I commit my body to your
mercies: bate me some and I will pay you some and,
as most debtors do, promise you infinitely.
If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will
you command me to use my legs? and yet that were but
light payment, to dance out of your debt. But a
good conscience will make any possible satisfaction,
and so would I. All the gentlewomen here have
forgiven me: if the gentlemen will not, then the
gentlemen do not agree with the gentlewomen, which
was never seen before in such an assembly.
One word more, I beseech you. If you be not too
much cloyed with fat meat, our humble author will
continue the story, with Sir John in it, and make
you merry with fair Katharine of France: where, for
any thing I know, Falstaff shall die of a sweat,
unless already a' be killed with your hard
opinions; for Oldcastle died a martyr, and this is
not the man. My tongue is weary; when my legs are
too, I will bid you good night: and so kneel down
before you; but, indeed, to pray for the queen.
.5.131>and so would I. All the gentlewomen here have
forgiven me: if the gentlemen will not, then the
gentlemen do not agree with the gentlewomen, which
was never seen before in such an assembly.
One word more, I beseech you. If you be not too
much cloyed with fat meat, our humble author will
continue the story, with Sir Jo