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A deed of slander with thy fatal hand, And never show thy head by day nor light.Upon my head, and all this famous land. Lords, i protest, my soul is full of woe, Exton. From your own mouth, my lord, That blood should sprinkle me, to make me did I this deed.
grow: Boling. They love not poison that do poi. Come, mourn with me for what I do lament, son need,
And put on sullen black inroutinent ;* Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead, I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land, I hate the murderer, love him murdered. To wash this blood off from my guilty hand: The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, March sadly after; grace my mournings here, But neither my good word, nor princely favour: la weeping after this untimely bier. (Ereunt. With Caip go wander through the shade of night,
Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feei,
Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd SCENE I.-London. A Room in the Palace. For our advantage, on the bitter cross. Enter King HENRY, WESTMORELAND, Sir
But this our purpose is a twelve-month old,
And bootless* 'tis to tell you-we will go; WALTER BLUNT, and others.
Therefore we meet not now :-Then let me K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with hear care,
Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, What yesternight our council did decree, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils In forwarding this dear expedience.t To be commenc'd in stronds* afar remote. West. My liege, this haste was hot in ques. No more the thirsty Erinoyst of this soil
tion, Shall daub her lips with her own children's And many limitst of the charge set down blood;
But yesternight : when, all athwart, there No more shall trenching warchannel her fields, Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs. A post from Wales, loaden with beavy news ; Of hostile paces : those opposed eyes, Whose worst was,--that the noble Mortimer, Which,--like the meteors of a troubled heaven, Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight All of one nature, of one substance bred, - Against the irregular and wild Glendower, Did lately meet in the intestine shock Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken, And furious close of civil butchery,
And a thousand of his people butchered: Shall now, in mutual, well-beseeming ranks, Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse, March all one way; and be no more oppos'd' Such beastly, shameless transformation, Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies : By those Welshwomen done, as may not be, The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife, Without much shame, re-told or spoken of. No more shall cut his master. Therefore, K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of As far as to the sepulchre of Christ, [friends,
this broil (Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross Brake off our business for the Holy Land. We are impressed and engag‘d to fight,) West. This, match'd with other, did, my Forthwith a powerf of English shall we levy;
gracious lord; Whose arms were moulded in their mothers far more uneven and unwelcome news womb
Came from the north, and thus it did import. To chase these pagans, in those holy fields, On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there,
Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald, devil hast thou to do with the time of the day? That ever-valiant and approved Scot, unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes At Holmedon met,
capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour ; dials signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed As by discharge of their artillery,
sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colour'd And shape of likelihood, the news was told; taffata ; I see no reason, why thou should'st For he that brought them, in the very heat be so superfluous to demand the time of the And pride of their contention did take horse, day. Uncertain of the issue any way.
Fal. Indeed, you come near me, now, Hal: K. Hen. Here is a dear and true-industrious for we, that take purses, go by the moon and friend,
seven stars; and not by Phoebus,-he, that Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, wandering knight so fair. And, I pray thee, Stain'd* with the variation of each soil sweet wag, when thou art king,-as, God save Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours ; thy grace, (majesty, I should say ; for grace And he hath brought us smooth and welcome thou wilt have done,)The earl of Douglas is discomfited; [news. P. Hen. What, none? Ten thousand bold Scots, two-and-twenty Fal. No, by my troth; not so much as will knights,
serve to be prologue to en egg and butter. Balk’ut in their own blood, did Sir Walter see P. Hen. Well, how then ? come, roundly, On Holmedon's plains : Of prisoners, Hotspur roundly, Mordake the earl of File, and eldest son [took Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou To beaten Douglas; and the earls of Athol, art king, let not us that are equires of the Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith.
night's body, be called thieves of the day's And is not this an honourable spoil?
beauty; let us be-Diana's foresters, gedule. A gallant prize ? ha, cousin, is it not? men of the shade, minions of the moon : And West. In faith,
let men say, we be men of good government: It is a conquest for a prince to boast of. being governed as the sea is, by our noble and K. Hen. Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, chaste mistress the moon, under whose counand mak'st me sin
tenance we---steal. In envy that my lord Northumberland
P. Hen. Thou say'st well; and it holds well Should be the father of so blest a son : too: for the fortune of us, that are the moon's A son, who is the theme of honour's tongue; men, doth ebb and flow like the sea; being Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant; governed as the sea is, by the moon. As, for Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride : proof, now: A purse of gold most resolutely Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, snatched on Monday night, and most dissoSee riot and dishonour stain the brow (prov'd, lutely spent on Tuesday morning ; got with of my young Harry. O, that it could be swearing-lay byt and spent with cryingThat some night-tripping fairy had exchang'd bring int now, in as low an ebb as the foot In cradle-clothes our children where they lay, of the ladder; and, by and by, in as high a And call'd mine-Percy, his--Plantagenet ! dow as the ridge of the gallows. Then would I have his Harry, and he mine. Fal. By the Lord, thou say'st true, lad. But let him from my thoughts :- What think And is not my hostess of the tavern a most you coz,
sweet wench? Or this young Percy's pride? the prisoners, P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad Which he in this adventure hath surpris'd, of the castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most To his own use he keeps; and sends me word, sweet robe of durance ?! I shall have none but Mordake earl of Fife. Fal. How now, how now, mad wag? what, West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is in thy quips, and thy quiddities? what a plague Worcester,
have I to do with a buff jerkin ? Malevolent to you in all aspécts ;I
P. Hen. Why, what a pox have I to do with Which makes him prunej himself, and bristle my hostess of the tavern? The crest of youth agaivst your dignity. [up Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckouK. Hen. But I have sent for him to answering, many a time and oft. this ;
P. Hen. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy And, for this cause, awhile we must neglect part? Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.
Fal. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we paid all there. Will hold at Windsor, so inform the lords : P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my But come yourself with speed to us again; coin would stretch ; and, where it would not, For more is to be said, and to be done, I have used my credit. Than out of anger can be uttered.
Fal. Yea, and so used it, that were it not West. I will, my liege.
[Exeunt, here apparent that thou art heir apparent,SCENE II.—The same.- Another Room in gallows standing in England when thou art
But, I pr’ythee, sweet wag, shall there be the Palace.
king? and resolution thus fobbed as it is, with Enter HENRY Prince of Wales, and Fal- the rusty crub of old father antic the law? Do STAFF.
not thou, when thou art king, hang a thies. Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad?
P. Hen. No; thou shalt. P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drink
Fal. Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be ing of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after a brave judge. supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon, P. Hen. Thou judgest false already; Imean, that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, which thou would'st truly know. What the and so become a rare bangman.
Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it • Covered with dirt of different coloure. † Piled up in a heap.
* Favourites. † Stand still. More wine.
Trinn na hinda nlaan hair fasthave
jumps with my humour, as well as waiting in as secure as sleep: If you will go, I will stuff the court, I can tell you.
your purses full of crowns; if you will not, P. Hen. For obtaining of suits?
tarry at home, and be banged. Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suits : whereof Fal. Hear Yedward ; if I tarry at home, the hangman hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, and go not, I'll hang you for going. I am as melancholy as a gib* cat, or a lugged Poins. You will, chops ? bear.
Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one? P. Hen. Or an old lion; or a lover's lute. P. Hen. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by
Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire my faith. bagpipe.t
Fal. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor P. Hen. What sayest thou to a hare, or good fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not the melancholy of Moor-ditch ?
of the blood royal, if thou darest not stand for Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes; ten shillings.* and art, indeed, the most comparative, rascal- P. Hen. Well, then once in my days I'll liest,-sweet young prince,-But, Hal, I pr’y. be a mad.cap. thee, trouble me no more with vanity. I would Fal. Why, that's well said, to God, thou and I knew where a commodity P. Hen. Well, come what will, I'll tarry at of good names were to be bought : An old lord home. of the council rated me the other day in the Fal. By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, street about you, Sir; but I marked him not : when thou art king. and yet he talked very wisely; but I regarded P. Hen. I care pot. him not: and yet he talked wisely, and in the Poins. Sir Joho, I pr'ythee, leave the prince street too.
and me alone; I will lay him down such reaP. Hen. Thou did'st well ; for wisdom cries sons for this adventure, that he shall go. out in the streets, and no man regards it. Fal. Well, may'st thou have the spirit of per
Fal. O thou hast damnable iteration ;£ and suasion, and be the ears of profiting, that what art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast thou speakest may move, and what he hears done much harm upon me, Hal,-God forgive may be believed, that the true prince may (for thee for it! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew recreation sake) prove a false thief; for the nothing; and now am I, if a man should speak poor abuses of the time want countenance. truly, little better than one of the wicked. 1 Farewell : you shall find me in Eastcheap. must give over this life, and I will give it over; P. Hen. Farewell, thou latter spring! Fareby the Lord, an I do not, I ain a villain ; l'll well, All-hallown summer!+ [Ecil Falstaff. be damned for never a king's son in Christen- Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride dom.
with us to-morrow; I have a jest to execute, P. Hen. Where shall we take a purse to- that I cannot manage alone. Falstaff, Barmorrow, Jack?
dolph, Peto, and Gadshill, shall rob those men Fal. Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one ; that we have already way-laid; yourself, and an I do not, call me villain, and baffles me. I will not be there : and when they have the
P. Hen. I see a good amendment of life in booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this thee; from praying, to purse-taking.
head from my shoulders.
P. Hen. But how shall we part from them Enter Poins, at a distance.
in setting forth? Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis Poins. Why, we will set forth before or afno sin for a man to labour in his vocation. ter them, and appoint them a place of meeting, Poins !-Now shall we know if Gadshill hath wherein it is at our pleasure to fail ; and then set a match. O, if men were to be saved by will they adventure upon the exploit themmerit, wbat hole in hell were hot enough for selves: which they shall have no sooner acbiephim? This is the most omnipotent villain that ed, but we'll set upon them. ever cried, Stand, to a truet man.
P. Hen. Ay, but, 'tis like, that they will P. Hen. Good morrow, Ned.
koow us, by our horses, by our habits, and by Poins. Good morrow, sweet Hal.-What every other appointment, to be ourselves. says monsieur Remorse? What says Sir John Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see, Sack-and-Sugar? Jack, how agrees the devil I'll tie them in the wood; our visors we will and thee about thy soul, that thou soldest him change, after we leave them; and, sirrah, 1 on Good-Friday last, for a cup of Madeira, have cases of buckram for the noncef to imand a cold capon's leg?
mask our noted outward garments. P. Hen. Sir John stands to his word, the P. Hen. But, I doubt, they will be too hard devil shall have his bargain; for he was never for us. yet a breaker of proverbs, he will give the de- Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them vil his due.
to be as true-bred cowards as ever turned Poins. Then art thou damned for keeping back; and for the third, if he fight longer than thy word with the devil.
he sees reason, I'll forswear arms. The virtue P. Hen. Else he had been damped for co- of this jest will be, the incomprehensible lies zening the devil.
that this same fat rogue will tell us, when we Poins. But, my lads, my lals, to-morrow meet at supper : how thirty, at least, he fought morning, by four o'clock, early at Gadshill : wit what wards, what blows, what extremi
* There are pilgrims going to Canterbury with ties lie endured; and, in the reproof) of this, rich offerings, and traders riding to London lies the jest. with fat purses: I have visors** for you all, P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee; provide you have horses for yourselves ; Gadshill lies us all things necessary, and meet me to-mor10-night in Rochester ; I have bespoke supper row night in Eastcheap, there I'll sup. Fare.. to-morrow night in Eastcheap; we may do it well.
* Gib cat, should be lib cat,-a Scotch term at this day * The value of a coin called real or royal.
† Fine weather at All-hallown-tide, (i. e. All Saints, Citation of boly texts. Treat mo with ignominy.
called a All-lallown summer.
Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit Poins. He was perfumed like a milliner; P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while Aud 'twixt bis finger and his thumb he held uphold
A pouncet-box, * which ever and anon The unyok'd humour of your idleness : He gave bis nose, and took't away again ;Yet herein will I imitate the sun ;
Who, therewith angry, when it next came Who doth permit the base contagious clouds there,
(talk'd; To smother up his beauty from the world, Took it in snuff :-and still he smil'd, and That, when he please again to be himself, And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, Being wanted, be may be more wonder'd at, He call'J them-untaught kpaves, unmannerBy breaking through the foul and ugly mists To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse [ly, of vapours, that did seem to strangle him. Betwixt the wind and his nobility. If all the year were playing holidays, With many holiday and lady terms To sport would be as tedious as to work ; He question d me; among the rest demanded But, when they seldom come, they wish'd-for My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf.
I then, all smarting, with my wounds being And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. To be so pester'd with a popinjay, t [cold, So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, Out of my grieff and my impatience, And pay the debt I never promised,
Answer'd neglectingly, I koow not what; By how much better than my word.I am, He should, or he should not ;-for he made me By so much shall I falsify men's bopes ;*
mad, And, like bright metal on a sullent ground, To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman, Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes, of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God sare Tban that wbich hath no foil to set it off.
the mark!) I'll so offend, to make offence a skill; And telling me, the sovereigo'st thing on earth Redeeming time, when men think least I will. Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise ;
(Eril. And that it was great pity, so it was, SCENE III.-The same. —Another Room in Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd the Palace.
Which many a good talló fellow had destroy'd Enter King HENRY, NORTHUMBERLAND, So cowardly; aud, but for these vile guns,
WORCESTER, HOTSPUR, Sir WALTER He would himself have been a soldier.
This bald, unjointed chat of his, my lord, K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and
I answer'd indirectly, as I said;
Come current for an accusation,
Betwixt my love and your high majesty. I will from henceforth rather be myself,
Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good Mighty, and to be fear'd, than my condition: Whatever Harry Percy then hath said,
my lord, which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young to such a person, and in such a place,
down, And therefore lost that title of respect,
At such a time, with all the rest re-told, Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the May reasonably die, and never rise proud.
To do him wrong, or any way impeach Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little What then he said, so he unsay it now. deserves
K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisonThe scourge of greatuess to be used on it;
But with proviso, and exception,- [ers; And that same greatness too which our own. That we, at our own charge, sball ransom Have holp to make so portly. [hands
straight North. My lord,
His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer; K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I
Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd see danger
'The lives of those that he did lead to fight And disobedience in thine eye: 0, Sir,
Against the great magician, damn'a Glen
dower ; Your presence is too bold and peremptory,
[March And majesty might never yet endure
Whose daughter, as we hear, the earl of The moody frontierg of a servant brow. (need Be emptied, to redeem a traitor home?
Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then You have good leave|| to leave us; when we shall we buy treason?
and indent|| with fears
, Your use and counsel, we shall send for you. When they have lost aud forfeited themselves?
[Eril WORCESTER. You were about to speak. [7. Nortu. No, on the barren mountains let him starve; North. Yea, my good lord. (manded,
For I shall never hold that man my friend, Those prisoners in your highness' name de Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
To ransom home revolted Mortimer. Were, as he says, not with such strength de: He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
Hot. Revolted Mortimer! As is deliver'd to your majesty :
(nied Either envy, therefore, or misprision
But by the chance of war;-To prove that true, Is guilty of this fault, and not my son.
Needs no more but one tongue for all those Hot. My liege, I did deny po prisoners.
(took, But, I remember, when the fight was done,
Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly bo When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, in single opposition, hand to hand,
When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, He did confound the best part of an hour Came there a certain lord, neat
, trimly dressa. In changing hardiment** with great GlenFresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'dlike a stubble-land at harvest home;
* A small box for musk or other perfumes. * Expectations. | Disposition, | Parrot.
* Pain. O Brave.