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The First part of King Henry the Fourth Shakespeare homepage | Henry IV, part 1 | Entire play ACT I SCENE I. London. The palace.

   Enter KING HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, the EARL of WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and others 

KING HENRY IV

   So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
   Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,
   And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
   To be commenced in strands afar remote.
   No more the thirsty entrance of this soil
   Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood;
   Nor more shall trenching war channel her fields,
   Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs
   Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes,
   Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven,
   All of one nature, of one substance bred,
   Did lately meet in the intestine shock
   And furious close of civil butchery
   Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks,
   March all one way and be no more opposed
   Against acquaintance, kindred and allies:
   The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,
   No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,
   As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,
   Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
   We are impressed and engaged to fight,
   Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;
   Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb
   To chase these pagans in those holy fields
   Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet
   Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd
   For our advantage on the bitter cross.
   But this our purpose now is twelve month old,
   And bootless 'tis to tell you we will go:
   Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear
   Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,
   What yesternight our council did decree
   In forwarding this dear expedience.

WESTMORELAND

   My liege, this haste was hot in question,
   And many limits of the charge set down
   But yesternight: when all athwart there came
   A post from Wales loaden with heavy news;
   Whose worst was, that the noble Mortimer,
   Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
   Against the irregular and wild Glendower,
   Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken,
   A thousand of his people butchered;
   Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse,
   Such beastly shameless transformation,
   By those Welshwomen done as may not be
   Without much shame retold or spoken of.

KING HENRY IV

   It seems then that the tidings of this broil
   Brake off our business for the Holy Land.

WESTMORELAND

   This match'd with other did, my gracious lord;
   For more uneven and unwelcome news
   Came from the north and thus it did import:
   On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there,
   Young Harry Percy and brave Archibald,
   That ever-valiant and approved Scot,
   At Holmedon met,
   Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour,
   As by discharge of their artillery,
   And shape of likelihood, the news was told;
   For he that brought them, in the very heat
   And pride of their contention did take horse,
   Uncertain of the issue any way.

KING HENRY IV

   Here is a dear, a true industrious friend,
   Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse.
   Stain'd with the variation of each soil
   Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours;
   And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news.
   The Earl of Douglas is discomfited:
   Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights,
   Balk'd in their own blood did Sir Walter see
   On Holmedon's plains. Of prisoners, Hotspur took
   Mordake the Earl of Fife, and eldest son
   To beaten Douglas; and the Earl of Athol,
   Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith:
   And is not this an honourable spoil?
   A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not?

WESTMORELAND

   In faith,
   It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.

KING HENRY IV

   Yea, there thou makest me sad and makest me sin
   In envy that my Lord Northumberland
   Should be the father to so blest a son,
   A son who is the theme of honour's tongue;
   Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant;
   Who is sweet Fortune's minion and her pride:
   Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him,
   See riot and dishonour stain the brow
   Of my young Harry. O that it could be proved
   That some night-tripping fairy had exchanged
   In cradle-clothes our children where they lay,
   And call'd mine Percy, his Plantagenet!
   Then would I have his Harry, and he mine.
   But let him from my thoughts. What think you, coz,
   Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners,
   Which he in this adventure hath surprised,
   To his own use he keeps; and sends me word,
   I shall have none but Mordake Earl of Fife.

WESTMORELAND

   This is his uncle's teaching; this is Worcester,
   Malevolent to you in all aspects;
   Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up
   The crest of youth against your dignity.

KING HENRY IV

   But I have sent for him to answer this;
   And for this cause awhile we must neglect
   Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.
   Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we
   Will hold at Windsor; so inform the lords:
   But come yourself with speed to us again;
   For more is to be said and to be done
   Than out of anger can be uttered.

WESTMORELAND

   I will, my liege.
   Exeunt

SCENE II. London. An apartment of the Prince's.

   Enter the PRINCE OF WALES and FALSTAFF 

FALSTAFF

   Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad?

PRINCE HENRY

   Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack
   and unbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping upon
   benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to
   demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know.
   What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the
   day? Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes
   capons and clocks the tongues of bawds and dials the
   signs of leaping-houses and the blessed sun himself
   a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta, I see no
   reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand
   the time of the day.

FALSTAFF

   Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that take
   purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not
   by Phoebus, he,'that wandering knight so fair.' And,
   I prithee, sweet wag, when thou art king, as, God
   save thy grace,--majesty I should say, for grace
   thou wilt have none,--

PRINCE HENRY

   What, none?

FALSTAFF

   No, by my troth, not so much as will serve to
   prologue to an egg and butter.

PRINCE HENRY

   Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly.

FALSTAFF

   Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not
   us that are squires of the night's body be called
   thieves of the day's beauty: let us be Diana's
   foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the
   moon; and let men say we be men of good government,
   being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and
   chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.

PRINCE HENRY

   Thou sayest well, and it holds well too; for the
   fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and
   flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is,
   by the moon. As, for proof, now: a purse of gold
   most resolutely snatched on Monday night and most
   dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with
   swearing 'Lay by' and spent with crying 'Bring in;'
   now in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder
   and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows.

FALSTAFF

   By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. And is not my
   hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?

PRINCE HENRY

   As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle. And
   is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance?

FALSTAFF

   How now, how now, mad wag! what, in thy quips and
   thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a
   buff jerkin?

PRINCE HENRY

   Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern?

FALSTAFF

   Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many a
   time and oft.

PRINCE HENRY

   Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part?

FALSTAFF

   No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there.

PRINCE HENRY

   Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch;
   and where it would not, I have used my credit.

FALSTAFF

   Yea, and so used it that were it not here apparent
   that thou art heir apparent--But, I prithee, sweet
   wag, shall there be gallows standing in England when
   thou art king? and resolution thus fobbed as it is
   with the rusty curb of old father antic the law? Do
   not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief.

PRINCE HENRY

   No; thou shalt.

FALSTAFF

   Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave judge.

PRINCE HENRY

   Thou judgest false already: I mean, thou shalt have
   the hanging of the thieves and so become a rare hangman.

FALSTAFF

   Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with my
   humour as well as waiting in the court, I can tell
   you.

PRINCE HENRY

   For obtaining of suits?

FALSTAFF

   Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the hangman
   hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as melancholy
   as a gib cat or a lugged bear.

PRINCE HENRY

   Or an old lion, or a lover's lute.

FALSTAFF

   Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe.

PRINCE HENRY

   What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy of
   Moor-ditch?

FALSTAFF

   Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art indeed
   the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young
   prince. But, Hal, I prithee, trouble me no more
   with vanity. I would to God thou and I knew where a
   commodity of good names were to be bought. An old
   lord of the council rated me the other day in the
   street about you, sir, but I marked him not; and yet
   he talked very wisely, but I regarded him not; and
   yet he talked wisely, and in the street too.

PRINCE HENRY

   Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the
   streets, and no man regards it.

FALSTAFF

   O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed able
   to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon
   me, Hal; God forgive thee for it! Before I knew
   thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man
   should speak truly, little better than one of the
   wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give
   it over: by the Lord, and I do not, I am a villain:
   I'll be damned for never a king's son in
   Christendom.

PRINCE HENRY

   Where shall we take a purse tomorrow, Jack?

FALSTAFF

   'Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an I
   do not, call me villain and baffle me.

PRINCE HENRY

   I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying
   to purse-taking.

FALSTAFF

   Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a
   man to labour in his vocation.
   Enter POINS
   Poins! Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a
   match. O, if men were to be saved by merit, what
   hole in hell were hot enough for him? This is the
   most omnipotent villain that ever cried 'Stand' to
   a true man.

PRINCE HENRY

   Good morrow, Ned.

POINS

   Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse?
   what says Sir John Sack and Sugar? Jack! how
   agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that thou
   soldest him on Good-Friday last for a cup of Madeira
   and a cold capon's leg?

PRINCE HENRY

   Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall have
   his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of
   proverbs: he will give the devil his due.

POINS

   Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil.

PRINCE HENRY

   Else he had been damned for cozening the devil.

POINS

   But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by four
   o'clock, early at Gadshill! there are pilgrims going
   to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders
   riding to London with fat purses: I have vizards
   for you all; you have horses for yourselves:
   Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester: I have bespoke
   supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap: we may do it
   as secure as sleep. If you will go, I will stuff
   your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry
   at home and be hanged.

FALSTAFF

   Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go not,
   I'll hang you for going.

POINS

   You will, chops?

FALSTAFF

   Hal, wilt thou make one?

PRINCE HENRY

   Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith.

FALSTAFF

   There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good
   fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood
   royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings.

PRINCE HENRY

   Well then, once in my days I'll be a madcap.

FALSTAFF

   Why, that's well said.

PRINCE HENRY

   Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home.

FALSTAFF

   By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou art king.

PRINCE HENRY

   I care not.

POINS

   Sir John, I prithee, leave the prince and me alone:
   I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure
   that he shall go.

FALSTAFF

   Well, God give thee the spirit of persuasion and him
   the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest may
   move and what he hears may be believed, that the
   true prince may, for recreation sake, prove a false
   thief; for the poor abuses of the time want
   countenance. Farewell: you shall find me in Eastcheap.

PRINCE HENRY

   Farewell, thou latter spring! farewell, All-hallown summer!
   Exit Falstaff

POINS

   Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us
   to-morrow: I have a jest to execute that I cannot
   manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto and Gadshill
   shall rob those men that we have already waylaid:
   yourself and I will not be there; and when they
   have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut
   this head off from my shoulders.

PRINCE HENRY

   How shall we part with them in setting forth?

POINS

   Why, we will set forth before or after them, and
   appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at
   our pleasure to fail, and then will they adventure
   upon the exploit themselves; which they shall have
   no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon them.

PRINCE HENRY

   Yea, but 'tis like that they will know us by our
   horses, by our habits and by every other
   appointment, to be ourselves.

POINS

   Tut! our horses they shall not see: I'll tie them
   in the wood; our vizards we will change after we
   leave them: and, sirrah, I have cases of buckram
   for the nonce, to immask our noted outward garments.

PRINCE HENRY

   Yea, but I doubt they will be too hard for us.

POINS

   Well, for two of them, I know them to be as
   true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for the
   third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll
   forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the
   incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will
   tell us when we meet at supper: how thirty, at
   least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what
   extremities he endured; and in the reproof of this
   lies the jest.

PRINCE HENRY

   Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all things
   necessary and meet me to-morrow night in Eastcheap;
   there I'll sup. Farewell.

POINS

   Farewell, my lord.
   Exit Poins

PRINCE HENRY

   I know you all, and will awhile uphold
   The unyoked humour of your idleness:
   Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
   Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
   To smother up his beauty from the world,
   That, when he please again to be himself,
   Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
   By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
   Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
   If all the year were playing holidays,
   To sport would be as tedious as to work;
   But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come,
   And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
   So, when this loose behavior I throw off
   And pay the debt I never promised,
   By how much better than my word I am,
   By so much shall I falsify men's hopes;
   And like bright metal on a sullen ground,
   My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
   Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
   Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
   I'll so offend, to make offence a skill;
   Redeeming time when men think least I will.
   Exit

SCENE III. London. The palace.

   Enter the KING, NORTHUMBERLAND, WORCESTER, HOTSPUR, SIR WALTER BLUNT, with others 

KING HENRY IV

   My blood hath been too cold and temperate,
   Unapt to stir at these indignities,
   And you have found me; for accordingly
   You tread upon my patience: but be sure
   I will from henceforth rather be myself,
   Mighty and to be fear'd, than my condition;
   Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,
   And therefore lost that title of respect
   Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves
   The scourge of greatness to be used on it;
   And that same greatness too which our own hands
   Have holp to make so portly.

NORTHUMBERLAND

   My lord.--

KING HENRY IV

   Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see
   Danger and disobedience in thine eye:
   O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,
   And majesty might never yet endure
   The moody frontier of a servant brow.
   You have good leave to leave us: when we need
   Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.
   Exit Worcester
   You were about to speak.
   To North

NORTHUMBERLAND

   Yea, my good lord.
   Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded,
   Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
   Were, as he says, not with such strength denied
   As is deliver'd to your majesty:
   Either envy, therefore, or misprison
   Is guilty of this fault and not my son.

HOTSPUR

   My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
   But I remember, when the fight was done,
   When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
   Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
   Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd,
   Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd
   Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;
   He was perfumed like a milliner;
   And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
   A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
   He gave his nose and took't away again;
   Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
   Took it in snuff; and still he smiled and talk'd,
   And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
   He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
   To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
   Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
   With many holiday and lady terms
   He question'd me; amongst the rest, demanded
   My prisoners in your majesty's behalf.
   I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
   To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
   Out of my grief and my impatience,
   Answer'd neglectingly I know not what,
   He should or he should not; for he made me mad
   To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet
   And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman
   Of guns and drums and wounds,--God save the mark!--
   And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth
   Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
   And that it was great pity, so it was,
   This villanous salt-petre should be digg'd
   Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
   Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
   So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
   He would himself have been a soldier.
   This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
   I answer'd indirectly, as I said;
   And I beseech you, let not his report
   Come current for an accusation
   Betwixt my love and your high majesty.

SIR WALTER BLUNT

   The circumstance consider'd, good my lord,
   Whate'er Lord Harry Percy then had said
   To such a person and in such a place,
   At such a time, with all the rest retold,
   May reasonably die and never rise
   To do him wrong or any way impeach
   What then he said, so he unsay it now.

KING HENRY IV

   Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners,
   But with proviso and exception,
   That we at our own charge shall ransom straight
   His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer;
   Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd
   The lives of those that he did lead to fight
   Against that great magician, damn'd Glendower,
   Whose daughter, as we hear, the Earl of March
   Hath lately married. Shall our coffers, then,
   Be emptied to redeem a traitor home?
   Shall we but treason? and indent with fears,
   When they have lost and forfeited themselves?
   No, on the barren mountains let him starve;
   For I shall never hold that man my friend
   Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost
   To ransom home revolted Mortimer.

HOTSPUR

   Revolted Mortimer!
   He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
   But by the chance of war; to prove that true
   Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds,
   Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took
   When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,
   In single opposition, hand to hand,
   He did confound the best part of an hour
   In changing hardiment with great Glendower:
   Three times they breathed and three times did
   they drink,
   Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;
   Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
   Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,
   And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
   Bloodstained with these valiant combatants.
   Never did base and rotten policy
   Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
   Nor could the noble Mortimer
   Receive so many, and all willingly:
   Then let not him be slander'd with revolt.

KING HENRY IV

   Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him;
   He never did encounter with Glendower:
   I tell thee,
   He durst as well have met the devil alone
   As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
   Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth
   Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer:
   Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,
   Or you shall hear in such a kind from me
   As will displease you. My Lord Northumberland,
   We licence your departure with your son.
   Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.
   Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and train

HOTSPUR

   An if the devil come and roar for them,
   I will not send them: I will after straight
   And tell him so; for I will ease my heart,
   Albeit I make a hazard of my head.

NORTHUMBERLAND

   What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile:
   Here comes your uncle.
   Re-enter WORCESTER

HOTSPUR

   Speak of Mortimer!
   'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul
   Want mercy, if I do not join with him:
   Yea, on his part I'll empty all these veins,
   And shed my dear blood drop by drop in the dust,
   But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer
   As high in the air as this unthankful king,
   As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.

NORTHUMBERLAND

   Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   Who struck this heat up after I was gone?

HOTSPUR

   He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners;
   And when I urged the ransom once again
   Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale,
   And on my face he turn'd an eye of death,
   Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   I cannot blame him: was not he proclaim'd
   By Richard that dead is the next of blood?

NORTHUMBERLAND

   He was; I heard the proclamation:
   And then it was when the unhappy king,
   --Whose wrongs in us God pardon!--did set forth
   Upon his Irish expedition;
   From whence he intercepted did return
   To be deposed and shortly murdered.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   And for whose death we in the world's wide mouth
   Live scandalized and foully spoken of.

HOTSPUR

   But soft, I pray you; did King Richard then
   Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
   Heir to the crown?

NORTHUMBERLAND

   He did; myself did hear it.

HOTSPUR

   Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,
   That wished him on the barren mountains starve.
   But shall it be that you, that set the crown
   Upon the head of this forgetful man
   And for his sake wear the detested blot
   Of murderous subornation, shall it be,
   That you a world of curses undergo,
   Being the agents, or base second means,
   The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?
   O, pardon me that I descend so low,
   To show the line and the predicament
   Wherein you range under this subtle king;
   Shall it for shame be spoken in these days,
   Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
   That men of your nobility and power
   Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,
   As both of you--God pardon it!--have done,
   To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
   An plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
   And shall it in more shame be further spoken,
   That you are fool'd, discarded and shook off
   By him for whom these shames ye underwent?
   No; yet time serves wherein you may redeem
   Your banish'd honours and restore yourselves
   Into the good thoughts of the world again,
   Revenge the jeering and disdain'd contempt
   Of this proud king, who studies day and night
   To answer all the debt he owes to you
   Even with the bloody payment of your deaths:
   Therefore, I say--

EARL OF WORCESTER

   Peace, cousin, say no more:
   And now I will unclasp a secret book,
   And to your quick-conceiving discontents
   I'll read you matter deep and dangerous,
   As full of peril and adventurous spirit
   As to o'er-walk a current roaring loud
   On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.

HOTSPUR

   If he fall in, good night! or sink or swim:
   Send danger from the east unto the west,
   So honour cross it from the north to south,
   And let them grapple: O, the blood more stirs
   To rouse a lion than to start a hare!

NORTHUMBERLAND

   Imagination of some great exploit
   Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.

HOTSPUR

   By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
   To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,
   Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
   Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
   And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;
   So he that doth redeem her thence might wear
   Without corrival, all her dignities:
   But out upon this half-faced fellowship!

EARL OF WORCESTER

   He apprehends a world of figures here,
   But not the form of what he should attend.
   Good cousin, give me audience for a while.

HOTSPUR

   I cry you mercy.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   Those same noble Scots
   That are your prisoners,--

HOTSPUR

   I'll keep them all;
   By God, he shall not have a Scot of them;
   No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not:
   I'll keep them, by this hand.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   You start away
   And lend no ear unto my purposes.
   Those prisoners you shall keep.

HOTSPUR

   Nay, I will; that's flat:
   He said he would not ransom Mortimer;
   Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer;
   But I will find him when he lies asleep,
   And in his ear I'll holla 'Mortimer!'
   Nay,
   I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
   Nothing but 'Mortimer,' and give it him
   To keep his anger still in motion.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   Hear you, cousin; a word.

HOTSPUR

   All studies here I solemnly defy,
   Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke:
   And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales,
   But that I think his father loves him not
   And would be glad he met with some mischance,
   I would have him poison'd with a pot of ale.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   Farewell, kinsman: I'll talk to you
   When you are better temper'd to attend.

NORTHUMBERLAND

   Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
   Art thou to break into this woman's mood,
   Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!

HOTSPUR

   Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourged with rods,
   Nettled and stung with pismires, when I hear
   Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
   In Richard's time,--what do you call the place?--
   A plague upon it, it is in Gloucestershire;
   'Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept,
   His uncle York; where I first bow'd my knee
   Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,--
   'Sblood!--
   When you and he came back from Ravenspurgh.

NORTHUMBERLAND

   At Berkley castle.

HOTSPUR

   You say true:
   Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
   This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!
   Look,'when his infant fortune came to age,'
   And 'gentle Harry Percy,' and 'kind cousin;'
   O, the devil take such cozeners! God forgive me!
   Good uncle, tell your tale; I have done.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   Nay, if you have not, to it again;
   We will stay your leisure.

HOTSPUR

   I have done, i' faith.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   Then once more to your Scottish prisoners.
   Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
   And make the Douglas' son your only mean
   For powers in Scotland; which, for divers reasons
   Which I shall send you written, be assured,
   Will easily be granted. You, my lord,
   To Northumberland
   Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,
   Shall secretly into the bosom creep
   Of that same noble prelate, well beloved,
   The archbishop.

HOTSPUR

   Of York, is it not?

EARL OF WORCESTER

   True; who bears hard
   His brother's death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop.
   I speak not this in estimation,
   As what I think might be, but what I know
   Is ruminated, plotted and set down,
   And only stays but to behold the face
   Of that occasion that shall bring it on.

HOTSPUR

   I smell it: upon my life, it will do well.

NORTHUMBERLAND

   Before the game is afoot, thou still let'st slip.

HOTSPUR

   Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot;
   And then the power of Scotland and of York,
   To join with Mortimer, ha?

EARL OF WORCESTER

   And so they shall.

HOTSPUR

   In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   And 'tis no little reason bids us speed,
   To save our heads by raising of a head;
   For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
   The king will always think him in our debt,
   And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,
   Till he hath found a time to pay us home:
   And see already how he doth begin
   To make us strangers to his looks of love.

HOTSPUR

   He does, he does: we'll be revenged on him.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   Cousin, farewell: no further go in this
   Than I by letters shall direct your course.
   When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,
   I'll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer;
   Where you and Douglas and our powers at once,
   As I will fashion it, shall happily meet,
   To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
   Which now we hold at much uncertainty.

NORTHUMBERLAND

   Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I trust.

HOTSPUR

   Uncle, Adieu: O, let the hours be short
   Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport!
   Exeunt

ACT II SCENE I. Rochester. An inn yard.

   Enter a Carrier with a lantern in his hand 

First Carrier

   Heigh-ho! an it be not four by the day, I'll be
   hanged: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and
   yet our horse not packed. What, ostler!

Ostler

   [Within] Anon, anon.

First Carrier

   I prithee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks
   in the point; poor jade, is wrung in the withers out
   of all cess.
   Enter another Carrier

Second Carrier

   Peas and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that
   is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this
   house is turned upside down since Robin Ostler died.

First Carrier

   Poor fellow, never joyed since the price of oats
   rose; it was the death of him.

Second Carrier

   I think this be the most villanous house in all
   London road for fleas: I am stung like a tench.

First Carrier

   Like a tench! by the mass, there is ne'er a king
   christen could be better bit than I have been since
   the first cock.

Second Carrier

   Why, they will allow us ne'er a jordan, and then we
   leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds
   fleas like a loach.

First Carrier

   What, ostler! come away and be hanged!

Second Carrier

   I have a gammon of bacon and two razors of ginger,
   to be delivered as far as Charing-cross.

First Carrier

   God's body! the turkeys in my pannier are quite
   starved. What, ostler! A plague on thee! hast thou
   never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An
   'twere not as good deed as drink, to break the pate
   on thee, I am a very villain. Come, and be hanged!
   hast thou no faith in thee?
   Enter GADSHILL

GADSHILL

   Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock?

First Carrier

   I think it be two o'clock.

GADSHILL

   I pray thee lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding
   in the stable.

First Carrier

   Nay, by God, soft; I know a trick worth two of that, i' faith.

GADSHILL

   I pray thee, lend me thine.

Second Carrier

   Ay, when? can'st tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth
   he? marry, I'll see thee hanged first.

GADSHILL

   Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?

Second Carrier

   Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant
   thee. Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the
   gentleman: they will along with company, for they
   have great charge.
   Exeunt carriers

GADSHILL

   What, ho! chamberlain!

Chamberlain

   [Within] At hand, quoth pick-purse.

GADSHILL

   That's even as fair as--at hand, quoth the
   chamberlain; for thou variest no more from picking
   of purses than giving direction doth from labouring;
   thou layest the plot how.
   Enter Chamberlain

Chamberlain

   Good morrow, Master Gadshill. It holds current that
   I told you yesternight: there's a franklin in the
   wild of Kent hath brought three hundred marks with
   him in gold: I heard him tell it to one of his
   company last night at supper; a kind of auditor; one
   that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what.
   They are up already, and call for eggs and butter;
   they will away presently.

GADSHILL

   Sirrah, if they meet not with Saint Nicholas'
   clerks, I'll give thee this neck.

Chamberlain

   No, I'll none of it: I pray thee keep that for the
   hangman; for I know thou worshippest St. Nicholas
   as truly as a man of falsehood may.

GADSHILL

   What talkest thou to me of the hangman? if I hang,
   I'll make a fat pair of gallows; for if I hang, old
   Sir John hangs with me, and thou knowest he is no
   starveling. Tut! there are other Trojans that thou
   dreamest not of, the which for sport sake are
   content to do the profession some grace; that would,
   if matters should be looked into, for their own
   credit sake, make all whole. I am joined with no
   foot-land rakers, no long-staff sixpenny strikers,
   none of these mad mustachio purple-hued malt-worms;
   but with nobility and tranquillity, burgomasters and
   great oneyers, such as can hold in, such as will
   strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than
   drink, and drink sooner than pray: and yet, zounds,
   I lie; for they pray continually to their saint, the
   commonwealth; or rather, not pray to her, but prey
   on her, for they ride up and down on her and make
   her their boots.

Chamberlain

   What, the commonwealth their boots? will she hold
   out water in foul way?

GADSHILL

   She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. We
   steal as in a castle, cocksure; we have the receipt
   of fern-seed, we walk invisible.

Chamberlain

   Nay, by my faith, I think you are more beholding to
   the night than to fern-seed for your walking invisible.

GADSHILL

   Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in our
   purchase, as I am a true man.

Chamberlain

   Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief.

GADSHILL

   Go to; 'homo' is a common name to all men. Bid the
   ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell,
   you muddy knave.
   Exeunt

SCENE II. The highway, near Gadshill.

   Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS 

POINS

   Come, shelter, shelter: I have removed Falstaff's
   horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet.

PRINCE HENRY

   Stand close.
   Enter FALSTAFF

FALSTAFF

   Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins!

PRINCE HENRY

   Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! what a brawling dost
   thou keep!

FALSTAFF

   Where's Poins, Hal?

PRINCE HENRY

   He is walked up to the top of the hill: I'll go seek him.

FALSTAFF

   I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: the
   rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him I know
   not where. If I travel but four foot by the squier
   further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt
   not but to die a fair death for all this, if I
   'scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have
   forsworn his company hourly any time this two and
   twenty years, and yet I am bewitched with the
   rogue's company. If the rascal hath not given me
   medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it
   could not be else: I have drunk medicines. Poins!
   Hal! a plague upon you both! Bardolph! Peto!
   I'll starve ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere
   not as good a deed as drink, to turn true man and to
   leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that
   ever chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven
   ground is threescore and ten miles afoot with me;
   and the stony-hearted villains know it well enough:
   a plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another!
   They whistle
   Whew! A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you
   rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged!

PRINCE HENRY

   Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close
   to the ground and list if thou canst hear the tread
   of travellers.

FALSTAFF

   Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down?
   'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot
   again for all the coin in thy father's exchequer.
   What a plague mean ye to colt me thus?

PRINCE HENRY

   Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.

FALSTAFF

   I prithee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse,
   good king's son.

PRINCE HENRY

   Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler?

FALSTAFF

   Go, hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent
   garters! If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I
   have not ballads made on you all and sung to filthy
   tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison: when a jest
   is so forward, and afoot too! I hate it.
   Enter GADSHILL, BARDOLPH and PETO

GADSHILL

   Stand.

FALSTAFF

   So I do, against my will.

POINS

   O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. Bardolph,
   what news?

BARDOLPH

   Case ye, case ye; on with your vizards: there 's
   money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going
   to the king's exchequer.

FALSTAFF

   You lie, ye rogue; 'tis going to the king's tavern.

GADSHILL

   There's enough to make us all.

FALSTAFF

   To be hanged.

PRINCE HENRY

   Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane;
   Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape
   from your encounter, then they light on us.

PETO

   How many be there of them?

GADSHILL

   Some eight or ten.

FALSTAFF

   'Zounds, will they not rob us?

PRINCE HENRY

   What, a coward, Sir John Paunch?

FALSTAFF

   Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather;
   but yet no coward, Hal.

PRINCE HENRY

   Well, we leave that to the proof.

POINS

   Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge:
   when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him.
   Farewell, and stand fast.

FALSTAFF

   Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.

PRINCE HENRY

   Ned, where are our disguises?

POINS

   Here, hard by: stand close.
   Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and POINS

FALSTAFF

   Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I:
   every man to his business.
   Enter the Travellers

First Traveller

   Come, neighbour: the boy shall lead our horses down
   the hill; we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease our legs.

Thieves

   Stand!

Travellers

   Jesus bless us!

FALSTAFF

   Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats:
   ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they
   hate us youth: down with them: fleece them.

Travellers

   O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever!

FALSTAFF

   Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone? No, ye
   fat chuffs: I would your store were here! On,
   bacons, on! What, ye knaves! young men must live.
   You are Grand-jurors, are ye? we'll jure ye, 'faith.
   Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt
   Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS

PRINCE HENRY

   The thieves have bound the true men. Now could thou
   and I rob the thieves and go merrily to London, it
   would be argument for a week, laughter for a month
   and a good jest for ever.

POINS

   Stand close; I hear them coming.
   Enter the Thieves again

FALSTAFF

   Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse
   before day. An the Prince and Poins be not two
   arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's
   no more valour in that Poins than in a wild-duck.

PRINCE HENRY

   Your money!

POINS

   Villains!
   As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set upon them; they all run away; and Falstaff, after a blow or two, runs away too, leaving the booty behind them

PRINCE HENRY

   Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse:
   The thieves are all scatter'd and possess'd with fear
   So strongly that they dare not meet each other;
   Each takes his fellow for an officer.
   Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death,
   And lards the lean earth as he walks along:
   Were 't not for laughing, I should pity him.

POINS

   How the rogue roar'd!
   Exeunt

SCENE III. Warkworth castle

   Enter HOTSPUR, solus, reading a letter 

HOTSPUR

   'But for mine own part, my lord, I could be well
   contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear
   your house.' He could be contented: why is he not,
   then? In respect of the love he bears our house:
   he shows in this, he loves his own barn better than
   he loves our house. Let me see some more. 'The
   purpose you undertake is dangerous;'--why, that's
   certain: 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to
   drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this
   nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. 'The
   purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you
   have named uncertain; the time itself unsorted; and
   your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so
   great an opposition.' Say you so, say you so? I say
   unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind, and
   you lie. What a lack-brain is this! By the Lord,
   our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our
   friends true and constant: a good plot, good
   friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot,
   very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is
   this! Why, my lord of York commends the plot and the
   general course of action. 'Zounds, an I were now by
   this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan.
   Is there not my father, my uncle and myself? lord
   Edmund Mortimer, My lord of York and Owen Glendower?
   is there not besides the Douglas? have I not all
   their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the
   next month? and are they not some of them set
   forward already? What a pagan rascal is this! an
   infidel! Ha! you shall see now in very sincerity
   of fear and cold heart, will he to the king and lay
   open all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself
   and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of
   skim milk with so honourable an action! Hang him!
   let him tell the king: we are prepared. I will set
   forward to-night.
   Enter LADY PERCY
   How now, Kate! I must leave you within these two hours.

LADY PERCY

   O, my good lord, why are you thus alone?
   For what offence have I this fortnight been
   A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?
   Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee
   Thy stomach, pleasure and thy golden sleep?
   Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,
   And start so often when thou sit'st alone?
   Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks;
   And given my treasures and my rights of thee
   To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy?
   In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd,
   And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars;
   Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
   Cry 'Courage! to the field!' And thou hast talk'd
   Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents,
   Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,
   Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,
   Of prisoners' ransom and of soldiers slain,
   And all the currents of a heady fight.
   Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war
   And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep,
   That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow
   Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream;
   And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,
   Such as we see when men restrain their breath
   On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these?
   Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
   And I must know it, else he loves me not.

HOTSPUR

   What, ho!
   Enter Servant
   Is Gilliams with the packet gone?

Servant

   He is, my lord, an hour ago.

HOTSPUR

   Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff?

Servant

   One horse, my lord, he brought even now.

HOTSPUR

   What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not?

Servant

   It is, my lord.

HOTSPUR

   That roan shall by my throne.
   Well, I will back him straight: O esperance!
   Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.
   Exit Servant

LADY PERCY

   But hear you, my lord.

HOTSPUR

   What say'st thou, my lady?

LADY PERCY

   What is it carries you away?

HOTSPUR

   Why, my horse, my love, my horse.

LADY PERCY

   Out, you mad-headed ape!
   A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen
   As you are toss'd with. In faith,
   I'll know your business, Harry, that I will.
   I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir
   About his title, and hath sent for you
   To line his enterprise: but if you go,--

HOTSPUR

   So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.

LADY PERCY

   Come, come, you paraquito, answer me
   Directly unto this question that I ask:
   In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,
   An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.

HOTSPUR

   Away,
   Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not,
   I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world
   To play with mammets and to tilt with lips:
   We must have bloody noses and crack'd crowns,
   And pass them current too. God's me, my horse!
   What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou
   have with me?

LADY PERCY

   Do you not love me? do you not, indeed?
   Well, do not then; for since you love me not,
   I will not love myself. Do you not love me?
   Nay, tell me if you speak in jest or no.

HOTSPUR

   Come, wilt thou see me ride?
   And when I am on horseback, I will swear
   I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate;
   I must not have you henceforth question me
   Whither I go, nor reason whereabout:
   Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude,
   This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.
   I know you wise, but yet no farther wise
   Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are,
   But yet a woman: and for secrecy,
   No lady closer; for I well believe
   Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
   And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.

LADY PERCY

   How! so far?

HOTSPUR

   Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate:
   Whither I go, thither shall you go too;
   To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.
   Will this content you, Kate?

LADY PERCY

   It must of force.
   Exeunt

SCENE IV. The Boar's-Head Tavern, Eastcheap.

   Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS 

PRINCE HENRY

   Ned, prithee, come out of that fat room, and lend me
   thy hand to laugh a little.

POINS

   Where hast been, Hal?

PRINCE HENRY

   With three or four loggerheads amongst three or four
   score hogsheads. I have sounded the very
   base-string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother
   to a leash of drawers; and can call them all by
   their christen names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis.
   They take it already upon their salvation, that
   though I be but the prince of Wales, yet I am king
   of courtesy; and tell me flatly I am no proud Jack,
   like Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a
   good boy, by the Lord, so they call me, and when I
   am king of England, I shall command all the good
   lads in Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dyeing
   scarlet; and when you breathe in your watering, they
   cry 'hem!' and bid you play it off. To conclude, I
   am so good a proficient in one quarter of an hour,
   that I can drink with any tinker in his own language
   during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost
   much honour, that thou wert not with me in this sweet
   action. But, sweet Ned,--to sweeten which name of
   Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped
   even now into my hand by an under-skinker, one that
   never spake other English in his life than 'Eight
   shillings and sixpence' and 'You are welcome,' with
   this shrill addition, 'Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint
   of bastard in the Half-Moon,' or so. But, Ned, to
   drive away the time till Falstaff come, I prithee,
   do thou stand in some by-room, while I question my
   puny drawer to what end he gave me the sugar; and do
   thou never leave calling 'Francis,' that his tale
   to me may be nothing but 'Anon.' Step aside, and
   I'll show thee a precedent.

POINS

   Francis!

PRINCE HENRY

   Thou art perfect.

POINS

   Francis!
   Exit POINS
   Enter FRANCIS

FRANCIS

   Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the Pomgarnet, Ralph.

PRINCE HENRY

   Come hither, Francis.

FRANCIS

   My lord?

PRINCE HENRY

   How long hast thou to serve, Francis?

FRANCIS

   Forsooth, five years, and as much as to--

POINS

   [Within] Francis!

FRANCIS

   Anon, anon, sir.

PRINCE HENRY

   Five year! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking
   of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant
   as to play the coward with thy indenture and show it
   a fair pair of heels and run from it?

FRANCIS

   O Lord, sir, I'll be sworn upon all the books in
   England, I could find in my heart.

POINS

   [Within] Francis!

FRANCIS

   Anon, sir.

PRINCE HENRY

   How old art thou, Francis?

FRANCIS

   Let me see--about Michaelmas next I shall be--

POINS

   [Within] Francis!

FRANCIS

   Anon, sir. Pray stay a little, my lord.

PRINCE HENRY

   Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar thou
   gavest me,'twas a pennyworth, wast't not?

FRANCIS

   O Lord, I would it had been two!

PRINCE HENRY

   I will give thee for it a thousand pound: ask me
   when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it.

POINS

   [Within] Francis!

FRANCIS

   Anon, anon.

PRINCE HENRY

   Anon, Francis? No, Francis; but to-morrow, Francis;
   or, Francis, o' Thursday; or indeed, Francis, when
   thou wilt. But, Francis!

FRANCIS

   My lord?

PRINCE HENRY

   Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crystal-button,
   not-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter,
   smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,--

FRANCIS

   O Lord, sir, who do you mean?

PRINCE HENRY

   Why, then, your brown bastard is your only drink;
   for look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet
   will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much.

FRANCIS

   What, sir?

POINS

   [Within] Francis!

PRINCE HENRY

   Away, you rogue! dost thou not hear them call?
   Here they both call him; the drawer stands amazed, not knowing which way to go
   Enter Vintner

Vintner

   What, standest thou still, and hearest such a
   calling? Look to the guests within.
   Exit Francis
   My lord, old Sir John, with half-a-dozen more, are
   at the door: shall I let them in?

PRINCE HENRY

   Let them alone awhile, and then open the door.
   Exit Vintner
   Poins!
   Re-enter POINS

POINS

   Anon, anon, sir.

PRINCE HENRY

   Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at
   the door: shall we be merry?

POINS

   As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark ye; what
   cunning match have you made with this jest of the
   drawer? come, what's the issue?

PRINCE HENRY

   I am now of all humours that have showed themselves
   humours since the old days of goodman Adam to the
   pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.
   Re-enter FRANCIS
   What's o'clock, Francis?

FRANCIS

   Anon, anon, sir.
   Exit

PRINCE HENRY

   That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a
   parrot, and yet the son of a woman! His industry is
   upstairs and downstairs; his eloquence the parcel of
   a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the
   Hotspur of the north; he that kills me some six or
   seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his
   hands, and says to his wife 'Fie upon this quiet
   life! I want work.' 'O my sweet Harry,' says she,
   'how many hast thou killed to-day?' 'Give my roan
   horse a drench,' says he; and answers 'Some
   fourteen,' an hour after; 'a trifle, a trifle.' I
   prithee, call in Falstaff: I'll play Percy, and
   that damned brawn shall play Dame Mortimer his
   wife. 'Rivo!' says the drunkard. Call in ribs, call in tallow.
   Enter FALSTAFF, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH, and PETO; FRANCIS following with wine

POINS

   Welcome, Jack: where hast thou been?

FALSTAFF

   A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too!
   marry, and amen! Give me a cup of sack, boy. Ere I
   lead this life long, I'll sew nether stocks and mend
   them and foot them too. A plague of all cowards!
   Give me a cup of sack, rogue. Is there no virtue extant?
   He drinks

PRINCE HENRY

   Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter?
   pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the sweet tale
   of the sun's! if thou didst, then behold that compound.

FALSTAFF

   You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: there is
   nothing but roguery to be found in villanous man:
   yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime
   in it. A villanous coward! Go thy ways, old Jack;
   die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be
   not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a
   shotten herring. There live not three good men
   unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and
   grows old: God help the while! a bad world, I say.
   I would I were a weaver; I could sing psalms or any
   thing. A plague of all cowards, I say still.

PRINCE HENRY

   How now, wool-sack! what mutter you?

FALSTAFF

   A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy
   kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy
   subjects afore thee like a flock of wild-geese,
   I'll never wear hair on my face more. You Prince of Wales!

PRINCE HENRY

   Why, you whoreson round man, what's the matter?

FALSTAFF

   Are not you a coward? answer me to that: and Poins there?

POINS

   'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, by the
   Lord, I'll stab thee.

FALSTAFF

   I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere I call
   thee coward: but I would give a thousand pound I
   could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight
   enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your
   back: call you that backing of your friends? A
   plague upon such backing! give me them that will
   face me. Give me a cup of sack: I am a rogue, if I
   drunk to-day.

PRINCE HENRY

   O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou
   drunkest last.

FALSTAFF

   All's one for that.
   He drinks
   A plague of all cowards, still say I.

PRINCE HENRY

   What's the matter?

FALSTAFF

   What's the matter! there be four of us here have
   ta'en a thousand pound this day morning.

PRINCE HENRY

   Where is it, Jack? where is it?

FALSTAFF

   Where is it! taken from us it is: a hundred upon
   poor four of us.

PRINCE HENRY

   What, a hundred, man?

FALSTAFF

   I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a
   dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scaped by
   miracle. I am eight times thrust through the
   doublet, four through the hose; my buckler cut
   through and through; my sword hacked like a
   hand-saw--ecce signum! I never dealt better since
   I was a man: all would not do. A plague of all
   cowards! Let them speak: if they speak more or
   less than truth, they are villains and the sons of darkness.

PRINCE HENRY

   Speak, sirs; how was it?

GADSHILL

   We four set upon some dozen--

FALSTAFF

   Sixteen at least, my lord.

GADSHILL

   And bound them.

PETO

   No, no, they were not bound.

FALSTAFF

   You rogue, they were bound, every man of them; or I
   am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.

GADSHILL

   As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh men set upon us--

FALSTAFF

   And unbound the rest, and then come in the other.

PRINCE HENRY

   What, fought you with them all?

FALSTAFF

   All! I know not what you call all; but if I fought
   not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish: if
   there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old
   Jack, then am I no two-legged creature.

PRINCE HENRY

   Pray God you have not murdered some of them.

FALSTAFF

   Nay, that's past praying for: I have peppered two
   of them; two I am sure I have paid, two rogues
   in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell
   thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou
   knowest my old ward; here I lay and thus I bore my
   point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me--

PRINCE HENRY

   What, four? thou saidst but two even now.

FALSTAFF

   Four, Hal; I told thee four.

POINS

   Ay, ay, he said four.

FALSTAFF

   These four came all a-front, and mainly thrust at
   me. I made me no more ado but took all their seven
   points in my target, thus.

PRINCE HENRY

   Seven? why, there were but four even now.

FALSTAFF

   In buckram?

POINS

   Ay, four, in buckram suits.

FALSTAFF

   Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else.

PRINCE HENRY

   Prithee, let him alone; we shall have more anon.

FALSTAFF

   Dost thou hear me, Hal?

PRINCE HENRY

   Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.

FALSTAFF

   Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These nine
   in buckram that I told thee of--

PRINCE HENRY

   So, two more already.

FALSTAFF

   Their points being broken,--

POINS

   Down fell their hose.

FALSTAFF

   Began to give me ground: but I followed me close,
   came in foot and hand; and with a thought seven of
   the eleven I paid.

PRINCE HENRY

   O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!

FALSTAFF

   But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten
   knaves in Kendal green came at my back and let drive
   at me; for it was so dark, Hal, that thou couldst
   not see thy hand.

PRINCE HENRY

   These lies are like their father that begets them;
   gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, thou
   clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou
   whoreson, obscene, grease tallow-catch,--

FALSTAFF

   What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth
   the truth?

PRINCE HENRY

   Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal
   green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy
   hand? come, tell us your reason: what sayest thou to this?

POINS

   Come, your reason, Jack, your reason.

FALSTAFF

   What, upon compulsion? 'Zounds, an I were at the
   strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would
   not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on
   compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as
   blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon
   compulsion, I.

PRINCE HENRY

   I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguine
   coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker,
   this huge hill of flesh,--

FALSTAFF

   'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried
   neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O
   for breath to utter what is like thee! you
   tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile
   standing-tuck,--

PRINCE HENRY

   Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again: and
   when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons,
   hear me speak but this.

POINS

   Mark, Jack.

PRINCE HENRY

   We two saw you four set on four and bound them, and
   were masters of their wealth. Mark now, how a plain
   tale shall put you down. Then did we two set on you
   four; and, with a word, out-faced you from your
   prize, and have it; yea, and can show it you here in
   the house: and, Falstaff, you carried your guts
   away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roared
   for mercy and still run and roared, as ever I heard
   bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword
   as thou hast done, and then say it was in fight!
   What trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst
   thou now find out to hide thee from this open and
   apparent shame?

POINS

   Come, let's hear, Jack; what trick hast thou now?

FALSTAFF

   By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye.
   Why, hear you, my masters: was it for me to kill the
   heir-apparent? should I turn upon the true prince?
   why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules: but
   beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true
   prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was now a
   coward on instinct. I shall think the better of
   myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant
   lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by the Lord,
   lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess, clap
   to the doors: watch to-night, pray to-morrow.
   Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles
   of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be
   merry? shall we have a play extempore?

PRINCE HENRY

   Content; and the argument shall be thy running away.

FALSTAFF

   Ah, no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!
   Enter Hostess

Hostess

   O Jesu, my lord the prince!

PRINCE HENRY

   How now, my lady the hostess! what sayest thou to
   me?

Hostess

   Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at
   door would speak with you: he says he comes from
   your father.

PRINCE HENRY

   Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and
   send him back again to my mother.

FALSTAFF

   What manner of man is he?

Hostess

   An old man.

FALSTAFF

   What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Shall
   I give him his answer?

PRINCE HENRY

   Prithee, do, Jack.

FALSTAFF

   'Faith, and I'll send him packing.
   Exit FALSTAFF

PRINCE HENRY

   Now, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair; so did you,
   Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you
   ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true
   prince; no, fie!

BARDOLPH

   'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.

PRINCE HENRY

   'Faith, tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff's
   sword so hacked?

PETO

   Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would
   swear truth out of England but he would make you
   believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like.

BARDOLPH

   Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass to
   make them bleed, and then to beslubber our garments
   with it and swear it was the blood of true men. I
   did that I did not this seven year before, I blushed
   to hear his monstrous devices.

PRINCE HENRY

   O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years
   ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since
   thou hast blushed extempore. Thou hadst fire and
   sword on thy side, and yet thou rannest away: what
   instinct hadst thou for it?

BARDOLPH

   My lord, do you see these meteors? do you behold
   these exhalations?

PRINCE HENRY

   I do.

BARDOLPH

   What think you they portend?

PRINCE HENRY

   Hot livers and cold purses.

BARDOLPH

   Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.

PRINCE HENRY

   No, if rightly taken, halter.
   Re-enter FALSTAFF
   Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone.
   How now, my sweet creature of bombast!
   How long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee?

FALSTAFF

   My own knee! when I was about thy years, Hal, I was
   not an eagle's talon in the waist; I could have
   crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: a plague of
   sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a
   bladder. There's villanous news abroad: here was
   Sir John Bracy from your father; you must to the
   court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the
   north, Percy, and he of Wales, that gave Amamon the
   bastinado and made Lucifer cuckold and swore the
   devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh
   hook--what a plague call you him?

POINS

   O, Glendower.

FALSTAFF

   Owen, Owen, the same; and his son-in-law Mortimer,
   and old Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of
   Scots, Douglas, that runs o' horseback up a hill
   perpendicular,--

PRINCE HENRY

   He that rides at high speed and with his pistol
   kills a sparrow flying.

FALSTAFF

   You have hit it.

PRINCE HENRY

   So did he never the sparrow.

FALSTAFF

   Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; he will not run.

PRINCE HENRY

   Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so
   for running!

FALSTAFF

   O' horseback, ye cuckoo; but afoot he will not budge a foot.

PRINCE HENRY

   Yes, Jack, upon instinct.

FALSTAFF

   I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too,
   and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more:
   Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's
   beard is turned white with the news: you may buy
   land now as cheap as stinking mackerel.

PRINCE HENRY

   Why, then, it is like, if there come a hot June and
   this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads
   as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds.

FALSTAFF

   By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like we
   shall have good trading that way. But tell me, Hal,
   art not thou horrible afeard? thou being
   heir-apparent, could the world pick thee out three
   such enemies again as that fiend Douglas, that
   spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou
   not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill at
   it?

PRINCE HENRY

   Not a whit, i' faith; I lack some of thy instinct.

FALSTAFF

   Well, thou wert be horribly chid tomorrow when thou
   comest to thy father: if thou love me, practise an answer.

PRINCE HENRY

   Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon the
   particulars of my life.

FALSTAFF

   Shall I? content: this chair shall be my state,
   this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my crown.

PRINCE HENRY

   Thy state is taken for a joined-stool, thy golden
   sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich
   crown for a pitiful bald crown!

FALSTAFF

   Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee,
   now shalt thou be moved. Give me a cup of sack to
   make my eyes look red, that it may be thought I have
   wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it
   in King Cambyses' vein.

PRINCE HENRY

   Well, here is my leg.

FALSTAFF

   And here is my speech. Stand aside, nobility.

Hostess

   O Jesu, this is excellent sport, i' faith!

FALSTAFF

   Weep not, sweet queen; for trickling tears are vain.

Hostess

   O, the father, how he holds his countenance!

FALSTAFF

   For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen;
   For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes.

Hostess

   O Jesu, he doth it as like one of these harlotry
   players as ever I see!

FALSTAFF

   Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle-brain.
   Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy
   time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though
   the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster
   it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the
   sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I have
   partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion,
   but chiefly a villanous trick of thine eye and a
   foolish-hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant
   me. If then thou be son to me, here lies the point;
   why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall
   the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher and eat
   blackberries? a question not to be asked. Shall
   the sun of England prove a thief and take purses? a
   question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry,
   which thou hast often heard of and it is known to
   many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch,
   as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth
   the company thou keepest: for, Harry, now I do not
   speak to thee in drink but in tears, not in
   pleasure but in passion, not in words only, but in
   woes also: and yet there is a virtuous man whom I
   have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name.

PRINCE HENRY

   What manner of man, an it like your majesty?

FALSTAFF

   A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a
   cheerful look, a pleasing eye and a most noble
   carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or,
   by'r lady, inclining to three score; and now I
   remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man
   should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry,
   I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be
   known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then,
   peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that
   Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell
   me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast
   thou been this month?

PRINCE HENRY

   Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me,
   and I'll play my father.

FALSTAFF

   Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so
   majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by
   the heels for a rabbit-sucker or a poulter's hare.

PRINCE HENRY

   Well, here I am set.

FALSTAFF

   And here I stand: judge, my masters.

PRINCE HENRY

   Now, Harry, whence come you?

FALSTAFF

   My noble lord, from Eastcheap.

PRINCE HENRY

   The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.

FALSTAFF

   'Sblood, my lord, they are false: nay, I'll tickle
   ye for a young prince, i' faith.

PRINCE HENRY

   Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er look
   on me. Thou art violently carried away from grace:
   there is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of an
   old fat man; a tun of man is thy companion. Why
   dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that
   bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel
   of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed
   cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with
   the pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that
   grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in
   years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and
   drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a
   capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft?
   wherein crafty, but in villany? wherein villanous,
   but in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing?

FALSTAFF

   I would your grace would take me with you: whom
   means your grace?

PRINCE HENRY

   That villanous abominable misleader of youth,
   Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan.

FALSTAFF

   My lord, the man I know.

PRINCE HENRY

   I know thou dost.

FALSTAFF

   But to say I know more harm in him than in myself,
   were to say more than I know. That he is old, the
   more the pity, his white hairs do witness it; but
   that he is, saving your reverence, a whoremaster,
   that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault,
   God help the wicked! if to be old and merry be a
   sin, then many an old host that I know is damned: if
   to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine
   are to be loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto,
   banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack
   Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff,
   valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant,
   being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him
   thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's
   company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.

PRINCE HENRY

   I do, I will.
   A knocking heard
   Exeunt Hostess, FRANCIS, and BARDOLPH
   Re-enter BARDOLPH, running

BARDOLPH

   O, my lord, my lord! the sheriff with a most
   monstrous watch is at the door.

FALSTAFF

   Out, ye rogue! Play out the play: I have much to
   say in the behalf of that Falstaff.
   Re-enter the Hostess

Hostess

   O Jesu, my lord, my lord!

PRINCE HENRY

   Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick:
   what's the matter?

Hostess

   The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they
   are come to search the house. Shall I let them in?

FALSTAFF

   Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of
   gold a counterfeit: thou art essentially mad,
   without seeming so.

PRINCE HENRY

   And thou a natural coward, without instinct.

FALSTAFF

   I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff,
   so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a cart
   as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up!
   I hope I shall as soon be strangled with a halter as another.

PRINCE HENRY

   Go, hide thee behind the arras: the rest walk up
   above. Now, my masters, for a true face and good
   conscience.

FALSTAFF

   Both which I have had: but their date is out, and
   therefore I'll hide me.

PRINCE HENRY

   Call in the sheriff.
   Exeunt all except PRINCE HENRY and PETO
   Enter Sheriff and the Carrier
   Now, master sheriff, what is your will with me?

Sheriff

   First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry
   Hath follow'd certain men unto this house.

PRINCE HENRY

   What men?

Sheriff

   One of them is well known, my gracious lord,
   A gross fat man.

Carrier

   As fat as butter.

PRINCE HENRY

   The man, I do assure you, is not here;
   For I myself at this time have employ'd him.
   And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee
   That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,
   Send him to answer thee, or any man,
   For any thing he shall be charged withal:
   And so let me entreat you leave the house.

Sheriff

   I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen
   Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks.

PRINCE HENRY

   It may be so: if he have robb'd these men,
   He shall be answerable; and so farewell.

Sheriff

   Good night, my noble lord.

PRINCE HENRY

   I think it is good morrow, is it not?

Sheriff

   Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock.
   Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier

PRINCE HENRY

   This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go,
   call him forth.

PETO

   Falstaff!--Fast asleep behind the arras, and
   snorting like a horse.

PRINCE HENRY

   Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets.
   He searcheth his pockets, and findeth certain papers
   What hast thou found?

PETO

   Nothing but papers, my lord.

PRINCE HENRY

   Let's see what they be: read them.

PETO

   [Reads] Item, A capon,. . 2s. 2d.
   Item, Sauce,. . . 4d.
   Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.
   Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d.
   Item, Bread, ob.

PRINCE HENRY

   O monstrous! but one half-penny-worth of bread to
   this intolerable deal of sack! What there is else,
   keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there
   let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the
   morning. We must all to the wars, and thy place
   shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a
   charge of foot; and I know his death will be a
   march of twelve-score. The money shall be paid
   back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in
   the morning; and so, good morrow, Peto.
   Exeunt

PETO

   Good morrow, good my lord.

ACT III SCENE I. Bangor. The Archdeacon's house.

   Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and GLENDOWER 

MORTIMER

   These promises are fair, the parties sure,
   And our induction full of prosperous hope.

HOTSPUR

   Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower,
   Will you sit down?
   And uncle Worcester: a plague upon it!
   I have forgot the map.

GLENDOWER

   No, here it is.
   Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur,
   For by that name as oft as Lancaster
   Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale and with
   A rising sigh he wisheth you in heaven.

HOTSPUR

   And you in hell, as oft as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of.

GLENDOWER

   I cannot blame him: at my nativity
   The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
   Of burning cressets; and at my birth
   The frame and huge foundation of the earth
   Shaked like a coward.

HOTSPUR

   Why, so it would have done at the same season, if
   your mother's cat had but kittened, though yourself
   had never been born.

GLENDOWER

   I say the earth did shake when I was born.

HOTSPUR

   And I say the earth was not of my mind,
   If you suppose as fearing you it shook.

GLENDOWER

   The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.

HOTSPUR

   O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,
   And not in fear of your nativity.
   Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
   In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth
   Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd
   By the imprisoning of unruly wind
   Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
   Shakes the old beldam earth and topples down
   Steeples and moss-grown towers. At your birth
   Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
   In passion shook.

GLENDOWER

   Cousin, of many men
   I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
   To tell you once again that at my birth
   The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
   The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
   Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
   These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
   And all the courses of my life do show
   I am not in the roll of common men.
   Where is he living, clipp'd in with the sea
   That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,
   Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
   And bring him out that is but woman's son
   Can trace me in the tedious ways of art
   And hold me pace in deep experiments.

HOTSPUR

   I think there's no man speaks better Welsh.
   I'll to dinner.

MORTIMER

   Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad.

GLENDOWER

   I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

HOTSPUR

   Why, so can I, or so can any man;
   But will they come when you do call for them?

GLENDOWER

   Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command
   The devil.

HOTSPUR

   And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil
   By telling truth: tell truth and shame the devil.
   If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
   And I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence.
   O, while you live, tell truth and shame the devil!

MORTIMER

   Come, come, no more of this unprofitable chat.

GLENDOWER

   Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head
   Against my power; thrice from the banks of Wye
   And sandy-bottom'd Severn have I sent him
   Bootless home and weather-beaten back.

HOTSPUR

   Home without boots, and in foul weather too!
   How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?

GLENDOWER

   Come, here's the map: shall we divide our right
   According to our threefold order ta'en?

MORTIMER

   The archdeacon hath divided it
   Into three limits very equally:
   England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
   By south and east is to my part assign'd:
   All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
   And all the fertile land within that bound,
   To Owen Glendower: and, dear coz, to you
   The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
   And our indentures tripartite are drawn;
   Which being sealed interchangeably,
   A business that this night may execute,
   To-morrow, cousin Percy, you and I
   And my good Lord of Worcester will set forth
   To meet your father and the Scottish power,
   As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
   My father Glendower is not ready yet,
   Not shall we need his help these fourteen days.
   Within that space you may have drawn together
   Your tenants, friends and neighbouring gentlemen.

GLENDOWER

   A shorter time shall send me to you, lords:
   And in my conduct shall your ladies come;
   From whom you now must steal and take no leave,
   For there will be a world of water shed
   Upon the parting of your wives and you.

HOTSPUR

   Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here,
   In quantity equals not one of yours:
   See how this river comes me cranking in,
   And cuts me from the best of all my land
   A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out.
   I'll have the current in this place damm'd up;
   And here the smug and silver Trent shall run
   In a new channel, fair and evenly;
   It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
   To rob me of so rich a bottom here.

GLENDOWER

   Not wind? it shall, it must; you see it doth.

MORTIMER

   Yea, but
   Mark how he bears his course, and runs me up
   With like advantage on the other side;
   Gelding the opposed continent as much
   As on the other side it takes from you.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   Yea, but a little charge will trench him here
   And on this north side win this cape of land;
   And then he runs straight and even.

HOTSPUR

   I'll have it so: a little charge will do it.

GLENDOWER

   I'll not have it alter'd.

HOTSPUR

   Will not you?

GLENDOWER

   No, nor you shall not.

HOTSPUR

   Who shall say me nay?

GLENDOWER

   Why, that will I.

HOTSPUR

   Let me not understand you, then; speak it in Welsh.

GLENDOWER

   I can speak English, lord, as well as you;
   For I was train'd up in the English court;
   Where, being but young, I framed to the harp
   Many an English ditty lovely well
   And gave the tongue a helpful ornament,
   A virtue that was never seen in you.

HOTSPUR

   Marry,
   And I am glad of it with all my heart:
   I had rather be a kitten and cry mew
   Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers;
   I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd,
   Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;
   And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
   Nothing so much as mincing poetry:
   'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.

GLENDOWER

   Come, you shall have Trent turn'd.

HOTSPUR

   I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land
   To any well-deserving friend;
   But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
   I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
   Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?

GLENDOWER

   The moon shines fair; you may away by night:
   I'll haste the writer and withal
   Break with your wives of your departure hence:
   I am afraid my daughter will run mad,
   So much she doteth on her Mortimer.
   Exit GLENDOWER

MORTIMER

   Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father!

HOTSPUR

   I cannot choose: sometime he angers me
   With telling me of the mouldwarp and the ant,
   Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies,
   And of a dragon and a finless fish,
   A clip-wing'd griffin and a moulten raven,
   A couching lion and a ramping cat,
   And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
   As puts me from my faith. I tell you what;
   He held me last night at least nine hours
   In reckoning up the several devils' names
   That were his lackeys: I cried 'hum,' and 'well, go to,'
   But mark'd him not a word. O, he is as tedious
   As a tired horse, a railing wife;
   Worse than a smoky house: I had rather live
   With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far,
   Than feed on cates and have him talk to me
   In any summer-house in Christendom.

MORTIMER

   In faith, he is a worthy gentleman,
   Exceedingly well read, and profited
   In strange concealments, valiant as a lion
   And as wondrous affable and as bountiful
   As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin?
   He holds your temper in a high respect
   And curbs himself even of his natural scope
   When you come 'cross his humour; faith, he does:
   I warrant you, that man is not alive
   Might so have tempted him as you have done,
   Without the taste of danger and reproof:
   But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame;
   And since your coming hither have done enough
   To put him quite beside his patience.
   You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:
   Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,--
   And that's the dearest grace it renders you,--
   Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,
   Defect of manners, want of government,
   Pride, haughtiness, opinion and disdain:
   The least of which haunting a nobleman
   Loseth men's hearts and leaves behind a stain
   Upon the beauty of all parts besides,
   Beguiling them of commendation.

HOTSPUR

   Well, I am school'd: good manners be your speed!
   Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.
   Re-enter GLENDOWER with the ladies

MORTIMER

   This is the deadly spite that angers me;
   My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh.

GLENDOWER

   My daughter weeps: she will not part with you;
   She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.

MORTIMER

   Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy
   Shall follow in your conduct speedily.
   Glendower speaks to her in Welsh, and she answers him in the same

GLENDOWER

   She is desperate here; a peevish self-wind harlotry,
   one that no persuasion can do good upon.
   The lady speaks in Welsh

MORTIMER

   I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh
   Which thou pour'st down from these swelling heavens
   I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,
   In such a parley should I answer thee.
   The lady speaks again in Welsh
   I understand thy kisses and thou mine,
   And that's a feeling disputation:
   But I will never be a truant, love,
   Till I have learned thy language; for thy tongue
   Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
   Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
   With ravishing division, to her lute.

GLENDOWER

   Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.
   The lady speaks again in Welsh

MORTIMER

   O, I am ignorance itself in this!

GLENDOWER

   She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
   And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
   And she will sing the song that pleaseth you
   And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep.
   Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness,
   Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep
   As is the difference betwixt day and night
   The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
   Begins his golden progress in the east.

MORTIMER

   With all my heart I'll sit and hear her sing:
   By that time will our book, I think, be drawn

GLENDOWER

   Do so;
   And those musicians that shall play to you
   Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence,
   And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend.

HOTSPUR

   Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come,
   quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.

LADY PERCY

   Go, ye giddy goose.
   The music plays

HOTSPUR

   Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh;
   And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous.
   By'r lady, he is a good musician.

LADY PERCY

   Then should you be nothing but musical for you are
   altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief,
   and hear the lady sing in Welsh.

HOTSPUR

   I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.

LADY PERCY

   Wouldst thou have thy head broken?

HOTSPUR

   No.

LADY PERCY

   Then be still.

HOTSPUR

   Neither;'tis a woman's fault.

LADY PERCY

   Now God help thee!

HOTSPUR

   To the Welsh lady's bed.

LADY PERCY

   What's that?

HOTSPUR

   Peace! she sings.
   Here the lady sings a Welsh song

HOTSPUR

   Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.

LADY PERCY

   Not mine, in good sooth.

HOTSPUR

   Not yours, in good sooth! Heart! you swear like a
   comfit-maker's wife. 'Not you, in good sooth,' and
   'as true as I live,' and 'as God shall mend me,' and
   'as sure as day,'
   And givest such sarcenet surety for thy oaths,
   As if thou never walk'st further than Finsbury.
   Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art,
   A good mouth-filling oath, and leave 'in sooth,'
   And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,
   To velvet-guards and Sunday-citizens.
   Come, sing.

LADY PERCY

   I will not sing.

HOTSPUR

   'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast
   teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away
   within these two hours; and so, come in when ye will.
   Exit

GLENDOWER

   Come, come, Lord Mortimer; you are as slow
   As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go.
   By this our book is drawn; we'll but seal,
   And then to horse immediately.

MORTIMER

   With all my heart.
   Exeunt

SCENE II. London. The palace.

   Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE HENRY, and others 

KING HENRY IV

   Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and I
   Must have some private conference; but be near at hand,
   For we shall presently have need of you.
   Exeunt Lords
   I know not whether God will have it so,
   For some displeasing service I have done,
   That, in his secret doom, out of my blood
   He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me;
   But thou dost in thy passages of life
   Make me believe that thou art only mark'd
   For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven
   To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else,
   Could such inordinate and low desires,
   Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts,
   Such barren pleasures, rude society,
   As thou art match'd withal and grafted to,
   Accompany the greatness of thy blood
   And hold their level with thy princely heart?

PRINCE HENRY

   So please your majesty, I would I could
   Quit all offences with as clear excuse
   As well as I am doubtless I can purge
   Myself of many I am charged withal:
   Yet such extenuation let me beg,
   As, in reproof of many tales devised,
   which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear,
   By smiling pick-thanks and base news-mongers,
   I may, for some things true, wherein my youth
   Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,
   Find pardon on my true submission.

KING HENRY IV

   God pardon thee! yet let me wonder, Harry,
   At thy affections, which do hold a wing
   Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.
   Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost.
   Which by thy younger brother is supplied,
   And art almost an alien to the hearts
   Of all the court and princes of my blood:
   The hope and expectation of thy time
   Is ruin'd, and the soul of every man
   Prophetically doth forethink thy fall.
   Had I so lavish of my presence been,
   So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
   So stale and cheap to vulgar company,
   Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
   Had still kept loyal to possession
   And left me in reputeless banishment,
   A fellow of no mark nor likelihood.
   By being seldom seen, I could not stir
   But like a comet I was wonder'd at;
   That men would tell their children 'This is he;'
   Others would say 'Where, which is Bolingbroke?'
   And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
   And dress'd myself in such humility
   That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
   Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths,
   Even in the presence of the crowned king.
   Thus did I keep my person fresh and new;
   My presence, like a robe pontifical,
   Ne'er seen but wonder'd at: and so my state,
   Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast
   And won by rareness such solemnity.
   The skipping king, he ambled up and down
   With shallow jesters and rash bavin wits,
   Soon kindled and soon burnt; carded his state,
   Mingled his royalty with capering fools,
   Had his great name profaned with their scorns
   And gave his countenance, against his name,
   To laugh at gibing boys and stand the push
   Of every beardless vain comparative,
   Grew a companion to the common streets,
   Enfeoff'd himself to popularity;
   That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
   They surfeited with honey and began
   To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
   More than a little is by much too much.
   So when he had occasion to be seen,
   He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
   Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes
   As, sick and blunted with community,
   Afford no extraordinary gaze,
   Such as is bent on sun-like majesty
   When it shines seldom in admiring eyes;
   But rather drowzed and hung their eyelids down,
   Slept in his face and render'd such aspect
   As cloudy men use to their adversaries,
   Being with his presence glutted, gorged and full.
   And in that very line, Harry, standest thou;
   For thou has lost thy princely privilege
   With vile participation: not an eye
   But is a-weary of thy common sight,
   Save mine, which hath desired to see thee more;
   Which now doth that I would not have it do,
   Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.

PRINCE HENRY

   I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord,
   Be more myself.

KING HENRY IV

   For all the world
   As thou art to this hour was Richard then
   When I from France set foot at Ravenspurgh,
   And even as I was then is Percy now.
   Now, by my sceptre and my soul to boot,
   He hath more worthy interest to the state
   Than thou the shadow of succession;
   For of no right, nor colour like to right,
   He doth fill fields with harness in the realm,
   Turns head against the lion's armed jaws,
   And, being no more in debt to years than thou,
   Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on
   To bloody battles and to bruising arms.
   What never-dying honour hath he got
   Against renowned Douglas! whose high deeds,
   Whose hot incursions and great name in arms
   Holds from all soldiers chief majority
   And military title capital
   Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ:
   Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathling clothes,
   This infant warrior, in his enterprises
   Discomfited great Douglas, ta'en him once,
   Enlarged him and made a friend of him,
   To fill the mouth of deep defiance up
   And shake the peace and safety of our throne.
   And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland,
   The Archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer,
   Capitulate against us and are up.
   But wherefore do I tell these news to thee?
   Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
   Which art my near'st and dearest enemy?
   Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear,
   Base inclination and the start of spleen
   To fight against me under Percy's pay,
   To dog his heels and curtsy at his frowns,
   To show how much thou art degenerate.

PRINCE HENRY

   Do not think so; you shall not find it so:
   And God forgive them that so much have sway'd
   Your majesty's good thoughts away from me!
   I will redeem all this on Percy's head
   And in the closing of some glorious day
   Be bold to tell you that I am your son;
   When I will wear a garment all of blood
   And stain my favours in a bloody mask,
   Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it:
   And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
   That this same child of honour and renown,
   This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,
   And your unthought-of Harry chance to meet.
   For every honour sitting on his helm,
   Would they were multitudes, and on my head
   My shames redoubled! for the time will come,
   That I shall make this northern youth exchange
   His glorious deeds for my indignities.
   Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
   To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf;
   And I will call him to so strict account,
   That he shall render every glory up,
   Yea, even the slightest worship of his time,
   Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.
   This, in the name of God, I promise here:
   The which if He be pleased I shall perform,
   I do beseech your majesty may salve
   The long-grown wounds of my intemperance:
   If not, the end of life cancels all bands;
   And I will die a hundred thousand deaths
   Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.

KING HENRY IV

   A hundred thousand rebels die in this:
   Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust herein.
   Enter BLUNT
   How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed.

SIR WALTER BLUNT

   So hath the business that I come to speak of.
   Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word
   That Douglas and the English rebels met
   The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury
   A mighty and a fearful head they are,
   If promises be kept on every hand,
   As ever offer'd foul play in the state.

KING HENRY IV

   The Earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day;
   With him my son, Lord John of Lancaster;
   For this advertisement is five days old:
   On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set forward;
   On Thursday we ourselves will march: our meeting
   Is Bridgenorth: and, Harry, you shall march
   Through Gloucestershire; by which account,
   Our business valued, some twelve days hence
   Our general forces at Bridgenorth shall meet.
   Our hands are full of business: let's away;
   Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay.
   Exeunt

Scene III

   Eastcheap. The Boar's-Head Tavern.
   Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH

FALSTAFF

   Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this last
   action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why my
   skin hangs about me like an like an old lady's loose
   gown; I am withered like an old apple-john. Well,
   I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some
   liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I
   shall have no strength to repent. An I have not
   forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I
   am a peppercorn, a brewer's horse: the inside of a
   church! Company, villanous company, hath been the
   spoil of me.

BARDOLPH

   Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long.

FALSTAFF

   Why, there is it: come sing me a bawdy song; make
   me merry. I was as virtuously given as a gentleman
   need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not
   above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once
   in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I
   borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in
   good compass: and now I live out of all order, out
   of all compass.

BARDOLPH

   Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you must needs
   be out of all compass, out of all reasonable
   compass, Sir John.

FALSTAFF

   Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life:
   thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in
   the poop, but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the
   Knight of the Burning Lamp.

BARDOLPH

   Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm.

FALSTAFF

   No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it as many
   a man doth of a Death's-head or a memento mori: I
   never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire and
   Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his
   robes, burning, burning. If thou wert any way
   given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath
   should be 'By this fire, that's God's angel:' but
   thou art altogether given over; and wert indeed, but
   for the light in thy face, the son of utter
   darkness. When thou rannest up Gadshill in the
   night to catch my horse, if I did not think thou
   hadst been an ignis fatuus or a ball of wildfire,
   there's no purchase in money. O, thou art a
   perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light!
   Thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and
   torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt
   tavern and tavern: but the sack that thou hast
   drunk me would have bought me lights as good cheap
   at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have
   maintained that salamander of yours with fire any
   time this two and thirty years; God reward me for
   it!

BARDOLPH

   'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly!

FALSTAFF

   God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burned.
   Enter Hostess
   How now, Dame Partlet the hen! have you inquired
   yet who picked my pocket?

Hostess

   Why, Sir John, what do you think, Sir John? do you
   think I keep thieves in my house? I have searched,
   I have inquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy
   by boy, servant by servant: the tithe of a hair
   was never lost in my house before.

FALSTAFF

   Ye lie, hostess: Bardolph was shaved and lost many
   a hair; and I'll be sworn my pocket was picked. Go
   to, you are a woman, go.

Hostess

   Who, I? no; I defy thee: God's light, I was never
   called so in mine own house before.

FALSTAFF

   Go to, I know you well enough.

Hostess

   No, Sir John; You do not know me, Sir John. I know
   you, Sir John: you owe me money, Sir John; and now
   you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I bought
   you a dozen of shirts to your back.

FALSTAFF

   Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to
   bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them.

Hostess

   Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight
   shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, Sir
   John, for your diet and by-drinkings, and money lent
   you, four and twenty pound.

FALSTAFF

   He had his part of it; let him pay.

Hostess

   He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing.

FALSTAFF

   How! poor? look upon his face; what call you rich?
   let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks:
   Ill not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker
   of me? shall I not take mine case in mine inn but I
   shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a
   seal-ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark.

Hostess

   O Jesu, I have heard the prince tell him, I know not
   how oft, that ring was copper!

FALSTAFF

   How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup: 'sblood, an
   he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog, if he
   would say so.
   Enter PRINCE HENRY and PETO, marching, and FALSTAFF meets them playing on his truncheon like a life
   How now, lad! is the wind in that door, i' faith?
   must we all march?

BARDOLPH

   Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.

Hostess

   My lord, I pray you, hear me.

PRINCE HENRY

   What sayest thou, Mistress Quickly? How doth thy
   husband? I love him well; he is an honest man.

Hostess

   Good my lord, hear me.

FALSTAFF

   Prithee, let her alone, and list to me.

PRINCE HENRY

   What sayest thou, Jack?

FALSTAFF

   The other night I fell asleep here behind the arras
   and had my pocket picked: this house is turned
   bawdy-house; they pick pockets.

PRINCE HENRY

   What didst thou lose, Jack?

FALSTAFF

   Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds of
   forty pound apiece, and a seal-ring of my
   grandfather's.

PRINCE HENRY

   A trifle, some eight-penny matter.

Hostess

   So I told him, my lord; and I said I heard your
   grace say so: and, my lord, he speaks most vilely
   of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is; and said
   he would cudgel you.

PRINCE HENRY

   What! he did not?

Hostess

   There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else.

FALSTAFF

   There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed
   prune; nor no more truth in thee than in a drawn
   fox; and for womanhood, Maid Marian may be the
   deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing,
   go

Hostess

   Say, what thing? what thing?

FALSTAFF

   What thing! why, a thing to thank God on.

Hostess

   I am no thing to thank God on, I would thou
   shouldst know it; I am an honest man's wife: and,
   setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to
   call me so.

FALSTAFF

   Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say
   otherwise.

Hostess

   Say, what beast, thou knave, thou?

FALSTAFF

   What beast! why, an otter.

PRINCE HENRY

   An otter, Sir John! Why an otter?

FALSTAFF

   Why, she's neither fish nor flesh; a man knows not
   where to have her.

Hostess

   Thou art an unjust man in saying so: thou or any
   man knows where to have me, thou knave, thou!

PRINCE HENRY

   Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly.

Hostess

   So he doth you, my lord; and said this other day you
   ought him a thousand pound.

PRINCE HENRY

   Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?

FALSTAFF

   A thousand pound, Ha! a million: thy love is worth
   a million: thou owest me thy love.

Hostess

   Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said he would
   cudgel you.

FALSTAFF

   Did I, Bardolph?

BARDOLPH

   Indeed, Sir John, you said so.

FALSTAFF

   Yea, if he said my ring was copper.

PRINCE HENRY

   I say 'tis copper: darest thou be as good as thy word now?

FALSTAFF

   Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, I dare:
   but as thou art prince, I fear thee as I fear the
   roaring of a lion's whelp.

PRINCE HENRY

   And why not as the lion?

FALSTAFF

   The king is to be feared as the lion: dost thou
   think I'll fear thee as I fear thy father? nay, an
   I do, I pray God my girdle break.

PRINCE HENRY

   O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about thy
   knees! But, sirrah, there's no room for faith,
   truth, nor honesty in this bosom of thine; it is all
   filled up with guts and midriff. Charge an honest
   woman with picking thy pocket! why, thou whoreson,
   impudent, embossed rascal, if there were anything in
   thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of
   bawdy-houses, and one poor penny-worth of
   sugar-candy to make thee long-winded, if thy pocket
   were enriched with any other injuries but these, I
   am a villain: and yet you will stand to if; you will
   not pocket up wrong: art thou not ashamed?

FALSTAFF

   Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest in the state of
   innocency Adam fell; and what should poor Jack
   Falstaff do in the days of villany? Thou seest I
   have more flesh than another man, and therefore more
   frailty. You confess then, you picked my pocket?

PRINCE HENRY

   It appears so by the story.

FALSTAFF

   Hostess, I forgive thee: go, make ready breakfast;
   love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy
   guests: thou shalt find me tractable to any honest
   reason: thou seest I am pacified still. Nay,
   prithee, be gone.
   Exit Hostess
   Now Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery,
   lad, how is that answered?

PRINCE HENRY

   O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to
   thee: the money is paid back again.

FALSTAFF

   O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double labour.

PRINCE HENRY

   I am good friends with my father and may do any thing.

FALSTAFF

   Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, and
   do it with unwashed hands too.

BARDOLPH

   Do, my lord.

PRINCE HENRY

   I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot.

FALSTAFF

   I would it had been of horse. Where shall I find
   one that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of the
   age of two and twenty or thereabouts! I am
   heinously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for
   these rebels, they offend none but the virtuous: I
   laud them, I praise them.

PRINCE HENRY

   Bardolph!

BARDOLPH

   My lord?

PRINCE HENRY

   Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster, to my
   brother John; this to my Lord of Westmoreland.
   Exit Bardolph
   Go, Peto, to horse, to horse; for thou and I have
   thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.
   Exit Peto
   Jack, meet me to-morrow in the temple hall at two
   o'clock in the afternoon.
   There shalt thou know thy charge; and there receive
   Money and order for their furniture.
   The land is burning; Percy stands on high;
   And either we or they must lower lie.
   Exit PRINCE HENRY

FALSTAFF

   Rare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come!
   O, I could wish this tavern were my drum!
   Exit

ACT IV SCENE I. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.

   Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, and DOUGLAS 

HOTSPUR

   Well said, my noble Scot: if speaking truth
   In this fine age were not thought flattery,
   Such attribution should the Douglas have,
   As not a soldier of this season's stamp
   Should go so general current through the world.
   By God, I cannot flatter; I do defy
   The tongues of soothers; but a braver place
   In my heart's love hath no man than yourself:
   Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   Thou art the king of honour:
   No man so potent breathes upon the ground
   But I will beard him.

HOTSPUR

   Do so, and 'tis well.
   Enter a Messenger with letters
   What letters hast thou there?--I can but thank you.

Messenger

   These letters come from your father.

HOTSPUR

   Letters from him! why comes he not himself?

Messenger

   He cannot come, my lord; he is grievous sick.

HOTSPUR

   'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick
   In such a rustling time? Who leads his power?
   Under whose government come they along?

Messenger

   His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   I prithee, tell me, doth he keep his bed?

Messenger

   He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth;
   And at the time of my departure thence
   He was much fear'd by his physicians.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   I would the state of time had first been whole
   Ere he by sickness had been visited:
   His health was never better worth than now.

HOTSPUR

   Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect
   The very life-blood of our enterprise;
   'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.
   He writes me here, that inward sickness--
   And that his friends by deputation could not
   So soon be drawn, nor did he think it meet
   To lay so dangerous and dear a trust
   On any soul removed but on his own.
   Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,
   That with our small conjunction we should on,
   To see how fortune is disposed to us;
   For, as he writes, there is no quailing now.
   Because the king is certainly possess'd
   Of all our purposes. What say you to it?

EARL OF WORCESTER

   Your father's sickness is a maim to us.

HOTSPUR

   A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off:
   And yet, in faith, it is not; his present want
   Seems more than we shall find it: were it good
   To set the exact wealth of all our states
   All at one cast? to set so rich a main
   On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?
   It were not good; for therein should we read
   The very bottom and the soul of hope,
   The very list, the very utmost bound
   Of all our fortunes.

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   'Faith, and so we should;
   Where now remains a sweet reversion:
   We may boldly spend upon the hope of what
   Is to come in:
   A comfort of retirement lives in this.

HOTSPUR

   A rendezvous, a home to fly unto.
   If that the devil and mischance look big
   Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   But yet I would your father had been here.
   The quality and hair of our attempt
   Brooks no division: it will be thought
   By some, that know not why he is away,
   That wisdom, loyalty and mere dislike
   Of our proceedings kept the earl from hence:
   And think how such an apprehension
   May turn the tide of fearful faction
   And breed a kind of question in our cause;
   For well you know we of the offering side
   Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement,
   And stop all sight-holes, every loop from whence
   The eye of reason may pry in upon us:
   This absence of your father's draws a curtain,
   That shows the ignorant a kind of fear
   Before not dreamt of.

HOTSPUR

   You strain too far.
   I rather of his absence make this use:
   It lends a lustre and more great opinion,
   A larger dare to our great enterprise,
   Than if the earl were here; for men must think,
   If we without his help can make a head
   To push against a kingdom, with his help
   We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.
   Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   As heart can think: there is not such a word
   Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear.
   Enter SIR RICHARD VERNON

HOTSPUR

   My cousin Vernon, welcome, by my soul.

VERNON

   Pray God my news be worth a welcome, lord.
   The Earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong,
   Is marching hitherwards; with him Prince John.

HOTSPUR

   No harm: what more?

VERNON

   And further, I have learn'd,
   The king himself in person is set forth,
   Or hitherwards intended speedily,
   With strong and mighty preparation.

HOTSPUR

   He shall be welcome too. Where is his son,
   The nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales,
   And his comrades, that daff'd the world aside,
   And bid it pass?

VERNON

   All furnish'd, all in arms;
   All plumed like estridges that with the wind
   Baited like eagles having lately bathed;
   Glittering in golden coats, like images;
   As full of spirit as the month of May,
   And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
   Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
   I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
   His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd
   Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
   And vaulted with such ease into his seat,
   As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
   To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
   And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

HOTSPUR

   No more, no more: worse than the sun in March,
   This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come:
   They come like sacrifices in their trim,
   And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war
   All hot and bleeding will we offer them:
   The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit
   Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire
   To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh
   And yet not ours. Come, let me taste my horse,
   Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt
   Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales:
   Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,
   Meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse.
   O that Glendower were come!

VERNON

   There is more news:
   I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,
   He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet.

WORCESTER

   Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound.

HOTSPUR

   What may the king's whole battle reach unto?

VERNON

   To thirty thousand.

HOTSPUR

   Forty let it be:
   My father and Glendower being both away,
   The powers of us may serve so great a day
   Come, let us take a muster speedily:
   Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   Talk not of dying: I am out of fear
   Of death or death's hand for this one-half year.
   Exeunt

SCENE II. A public road near Coventry.

   Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH 

FALSTAFF

   Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a
   bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march through;
   we'll to Sutton Co'fil' tonight.

BARDOLPH

   Will you give me money, captain?

FALSTAFF

   Lay out, lay out.

BARDOLPH

   This bottle makes an angel.

FALSTAFF

   An if it do, take it for thy labour; and if it make
   twenty, take them all; I'll answer the coinage. Bid
   my lieutenant Peto meet me at town's end.

BARDOLPH

   I will, captain: farewell.
   Exit

FALSTAFF

   If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused
   gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably.
   I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty
   soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me
   none but good house-holders, yeoman's sons; inquire
   me out contracted bachelors, such as had been asked
   twice on the banns; such a commodity of warm slaves,
   as had as lieve hear the devil as a drum; such as
   fear the report of a caliver worse than a struck
   fowl or a hurt wild-duck. I pressed me none but such
   toasts-and-butter, with hearts in their bellies no
   bigger than pins' heads, and they have bought out
   their services; and now my whole charge consists of
   ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of
   companies, slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the
   painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked his
   sores; and such as indeed were never soldiers, but
   discarded unjust serving-men, younger sons to
   younger brothers, revolted tapsters and ostlers
   trade-fallen, the cankers of a calm world and a
   long peace, ten times more dishonourable ragged than
   an old faced ancient: and such have I, to fill up
   the rooms of them that have bought out their
   services, that you would think that I had a hundred
   and fifty tattered prodigals lately come from
   swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. A mad
   fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded
   all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye
   hath seen such scarecrows. I'll not march through
   Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the
   villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had
   gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of
   prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my
   company; and the half shirt is two napkins tacked
   together and thrown over the shoulders like an
   herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say
   the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's, or
   the red-nose innkeeper of Daventry. But that's all
   one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge.
   Enter the PRINCE and WESTMORELAND

PRINCE HENRY

   How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt!

FALSTAFF

   What, Hal! how now, mad wag! what a devil dost thou
   in Warwickshire? My good Lord of Westmoreland, I
   cry you mercy: I thought your honour had already been
   at Shrewsbury.

WESTMORELAND

   Faith, Sir John,'tis more than time that I were
   there, and you too; but my powers are there already.
   The king, I can tell you, looks for us all: we must
   away all night.

FALSTAFF

   Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat to
   steal cream.

PRINCE HENRY

   I think, to steal cream indeed, for thy theft hath
   already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, whose
   fellows are these that come after?

FALSTAFF

   Mine, Hal, mine.

PRINCE HENRY

   I did never see such pitiful rascals.

FALSTAFF

   Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food
   for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better:
   tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.

WESTMORELAND

   Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor
   and bare, too beggarly.

FALSTAFF

   'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had
   that; and for their bareness, I am sure they never
   learned that of me.

PRINCE HENRY

   No I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on
   the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste: Percy is
   already in the field.

FALSTAFF

   What, is the king encamped?

WESTMORELAND

   He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long.

FALSTAFF

   Well,
   To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast
   Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.
   Exeunt

SCENE III. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.

   Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, DOUGLAS, and VERNON 

HOTSPUR

   We'll fight with him to-night.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   It may not be.

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   You give him then the advantage.

VERNON

   Not a whit.

HOTSPUR

   Why say you so? looks he not for supply?

VERNON

   So do we.

HOTSPUR

   His is certain, ours is doubtful.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   Good cousin, be advised; stir not tonight.

VERNON

   Do not, my lord.

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   You do not counsel well:
   You speak it out of fear and cold heart.

VERNON

   Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life,
   And I dare well maintain it with my life,
   If well-respected honour bid me on,
   I hold as little counsel with weak fear
   As you, my lord, or any Scot that this day lives:
   Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle
   Which of us fears.

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   Yea, or to-night.

VERNON

   Content.

HOTSPUR

   To-night, say I.

VERNON

   Come, come it nay not be. I wonder much,
   Being men of such great leading as you are,
   That you foresee not what impediments
   Drag back our expedition: certain horse
   Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up:
   Your uncle Worcester's horse came but today;
   And now their pride and mettle is asleep,
   Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,
   That not a horse is half the half of himself.

HOTSPUR

   So are the horses of the enemy
   In general, journey-bated and brought low:
   The better part of ours are full of rest.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   The number of the king exceedeth ours:
   For God's sake. cousin, stay till all come in.
   The trumpet sounds a parley
   Enter SIR WALTER BLUNT

SIR WALTER BLUNT

   I come with gracious offers from the king,
   if you vouchsafe me hearing and respect.

HOTSPUR

   Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; and would to God
   You were of our determination!
   Some of us love you well; and even those some
   Envy your great deservings and good name,
   Because you are not of our quality,
   But stand against us like an enemy.

SIR WALTER BLUNT

   And God defend but still I should stand so,
   So long as out of limit and true rule
   You stand against anointed majesty.
   But to my charge. The king hath sent to know
   The nature of your griefs, and whereupon
   You conjure from the breast of civil peace
   Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land
   Audacious cruelty. If that the king
   Have any way your good deserts forgot,
   Which he confesseth to be manifold,
   He bids you name your griefs; and with all speed
   You shall have your desires with interest
   And pardon absolute for yourself and these
   Herein misled by your suggestion.

HOTSPUR

   The king is kind; and well we know the king
   Knows at what time to promise, when to pay.
   My father and my uncle and myself
   Did give him that same royalty he wears;
   And when he was not six and twenty strong,
   Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,
   A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,
   My father gave him welcome to the shore;
   And when he heard him swear and vow to God
   He came but to be Duke of Lancaster,
   To sue his livery and beg his peace,
   With tears of innocency and terms of zeal,
   My father, in kind heart and pity moved,
   Swore him assistance and perform'd it too.
   Now when the lords and barons of the realm
   Perceived Northumberland did lean to him,
   The more and less came in with cap and knee;
   Met him in boroughs, cities, villages,
   Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,
   Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths,
   Gave him their heirs, as pages follow'd him
   Even at the heels in golden multitudes.
   He presently, as greatness knows itself,
   Steps me a little higher than his vow
   Made to my father, while his blood was poor,
   Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurgh;
   And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
   Some certain edicts and some strait decrees
   That lie too heavy on the commonwealth,
   Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep
   Over his country's wrongs; and by this face,
   This seeming brow of justice, did he win
   The hearts of all that he did angle for;
   Proceeded further; cut me off the heads
   Of all the favourites that the absent king
   In deputation left behind him here,
   When he was personal in the Irish war.

SIR WALTER BLUNT

   Tut, I came not to hear this.

HOTSPUR

   Then to the point.
   In short time after, he deposed the king;
   Soon after that, deprived him of his life;
   And in the neck of that, task'd the whole state:
   To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman March,
   Who is, if every owner were well placed,
   Indeed his king, to be engaged in Wales,
   There without ransom to lie forfeited;
   Disgraced me in my happy victories,
   Sought to entrap me by intelligence;
   Rated mine uncle from the council-board;
   In rage dismiss'd my father from the court;
   Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong,
   And in conclusion drove us to seek out
   This head of safety; and withal to pry
   Into his title, the which we find
   Too indirect for long continuance.

SIR WALTER BLUNT

   Shall I return this answer to the king?

HOTSPUR

   Not so, Sir Walter: we'll withdraw awhile.
   Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd
   Some surety for a safe return again,
   And in the morning early shall my uncle
   Bring him our purposes: and so farewell.

SIR WALTER BLUNT

   I would you would accept of grace and love.

HOTSPUR

   And may be so we shall.

SIR WALTER BLUNT

   Pray God you do.
   Exeunt

SCENE IV. York. The ARCHBISHOP'S palace.

   Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK and SIR MICHAEL 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

   Hie, good Sir Michael; bear this sealed brief
   With winged haste to the lord marshal;
   This to my cousin Scroop, and all the rest
   To whom they are directed. If you knew
   How much they do to import, you would make haste.

SIR MICHAEL

   My good lord,
   I guess their tenor.

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

   Like enough you do.
   To-morrow, good Sir Michael, is a day
   Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men
   Must bide the touch; for, sir, at Shrewsbury,
   As I am truly given to understand,
   The king with mighty and quick-raised power
   Meets with Lord Harry: and, I fear, Sir Michael,
   What with the sickness of Northumberland,
   Whose power was in the first proportion,
   And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence,
   Who with them was a rated sinew too
   And comes not in, o'er-ruled by prophecies,
   I fear the power of Percy is too weak
   To wage an instant trial with the king.

SIR MICHAEL

   Why, my good lord, you need not fear;
   There is Douglas and Lord Mortimer.

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

   No, Mortimer is not there.

SIR MICHAEL

   But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy,
   And there is my Lord of Worcester and a head
   Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

   And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn
   The special head of all the land together:
   The Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster,
   The noble Westmoreland and warlike Blunt;
   And moe corrivals and dear men
   Of estimation and command in arms.

SIR MICHAEL

   Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well opposed.

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

   I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear;
   And, to prevent the worst, Sir Michael, speed:
   For if Lord Percy thrive not, ere the king
   Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,
   For he hath heard of our confederacy,
   And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him:
   Therefore make haste. I must go write again
   To other friends; and so farewell, Sir Michael.
   Exeunt

ACT V SCENE I. KING HENRY IV's camp near Shrewsbury.

   Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, Lord John of LANCASTER, EARL OF WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and FALSTAFF 

KING HENRY IV

   How bloodily the sun begins to peer
   Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale
   At his distemperature.

PRINCE HENRY

   The southern wind
   Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
   And by his hollow whistling in the leaves
   Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.

KING HENRY IV

   Then with the losers let it sympathize,
   For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
   The trumpet sounds
   Enter WORCESTER and VERNON
   How now, my Lord of Worcester! 'tis not well
   That you and I should meet upon such terms
   As now we meet. You have deceived our trust,
   And made us doff our easy robes of peace,
   To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel:
   This is not well, my lord, this is not well.
   What say you to it? will you again unknit
   This curlish knot of all-abhorred war?
   And move in that obedient orb again
   Where you did give a fair and natural light,
   And be no more an exhaled meteor,
   A prodigy of fear and a portent
   Of broached mischief to the unborn times?

EARL OF WORCESTER

   Hear me, my liege:
   For mine own part, I could be well content
   To entertain the lag-end of my life
   With quiet hours; for I do protest,
   I have not sought the day of this dislike.

KING HENRY IV

   You have not sought it! how comes it, then?

FALSTAFF

   Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.

PRINCE HENRY

   Peace, chewet, peace!

EARL OF WORCESTER

   It pleased your majesty to turn your looks
   Of favour from myself and all our house;
   And yet I must remember you, my lord,
   We were the first and dearest of your friends.
   For you my staff of office did I break
   In Richard's time; and posted day and night
   to meet you on the way, and kiss your hand,
   When yet you were in place and in account
   Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.
   It was myself, my brother and his son,
   That brought you home and boldly did outdare
   The dangers of the time. You swore to us,
   And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,
   That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state;
   Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right,
   The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster:
   To this we swore our aid. But in short space
   It rain'd down fortune showering on your head;
   And such a flood of greatness fell on you,
   What with our help, what with the absent king,
   What with the injuries of a wanton time,
   The seeming sufferances that you had borne,
   And the contrarious winds that held the king
   So long in his unlucky Irish wars
   That all in England did repute him dead:
   And from this swarm of fair advantages
   You took occasion to be quickly woo'd
   To gripe the general sway into your hand;
   Forget your oath to us at Doncaster;
   And being fed by us you used us so
   As that ungentle hull, the cuckoo's bird,
   Useth the sparrow; did oppress our nest;
   Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk
   That even our love durst not come near your sight
   For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing
   We were enforced, for safety sake, to fly
   Out of sight and raise this present head;
   Whereby we stand opposed by such means
   As you yourself have forged against yourself
   By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
   And violation of all faith and troth
   Sworn to us in your younger enterprise.

KING HENRY IV

   These things indeed you have articulate,
   Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches,
   To face the garment of rebellion
   With some fine colour that may please the eye
   Of fickle changelings and poor discontents,
   Which gape and rub the elbow at the news
   Of hurlyburly innovation:
   And never yet did insurrection want
   Such water-colours to impaint his cause;
   Nor moody beggars, starving for a time
   Of pellmell havoc and confusion.

PRINCE HENRY

   In both your armies there is many a soul
   Shall pay full dearly for this encounter,
   If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew,
   The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world
   In praise of Henry Percy: by my hopes,
   This present enterprise set off his head,
   I do not think a braver gentleman,
   More active-valiant or more valiant-young,
   More daring or more bold, is now alive
   To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
   For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
   I have a truant been to chivalry;
   And so I hear he doth account me too;
   Yet this before my father's majesty--
   I am content that he shall take the odds
   Of his great name and estimation,
   And will, to save the blood on either side,
   Try fortune with him in a single fight.

KING HENRY IV

   And, Prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee,
   Albeit considerations infinite
   Do make against it. No, good Worcester, no,
   We love our people well; even those we love
   That are misled upon your cousin's part;
   And, will they take the offer of our grace,
   Both he and they and you, every man
   Shall be my friend again and I'll be his:
   So tell your cousin, and bring me word
   What he will do: but if he will not yield,
   Rebuke and dread correction wait on us
   And they shall do their office. So, be gone;
   We will not now be troubled with reply:
   We offer fair; take it advisedly.
   Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON

PRINCE HENRY

   It will not be accepted, on my life:
   The Douglas and the Hotspur both together
   Are confident against the world in arms.

KING HENRY IV

   Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge;
   For, on their answer, will we set on them:
   And God befriend us, as our cause is just!
   Exeunt all but PRINCE HENRY and FALSTAFF

FALSTAFF

   Hal, if thou see me down in the battle and bestride
   me, so; 'tis a point of friendship.

PRINCE HENRY

   Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship.
   Say thy prayers, and farewell.

FALSTAFF

   I would 'twere bed-time, Hal, and all well.

PRINCE HENRY

   Why, thou owest God a death.
   Exit PRINCE HENRY

FALSTAFF

   'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before
   his day. What need I be so forward with him that
   calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour pricks
   me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I
   come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or
   an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no.
   Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is
   honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what
   is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it?
   he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no.
   Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then. Yea,
   to the dead. But will it not live with the living?
   no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore
   I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so
   ends my catechism.
   Exit

SCENE II. The rebel camp.

   Enter WORCESTER and VERNON 

EARL OF WORCESTER

   O, no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard,
   The liberal and kind offer of the king.

VERNON

   'Twere best he did.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   Then are we all undone.
   It is not possible, it cannot be,
   The king should keep his word in loving us;
   He will suspect us still and find a time
   To punish this offence in other faults:
   Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes;
   For treason is but trusted like the fox,
   Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd and lock'd up,
   Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
   Look how we can, or sad or merrily,
   Interpretation will misquote our looks,
   And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
   The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.
   My nephew's trespass may be well forgot;
   it hath the excuse of youth and heat of blood,
   And an adopted name of privilege,
   A hair-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen:
   All his offences live upon my head
   And on his father's; we did train him on,
   And, his corruption being ta'en from us,
   We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.
   Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,
   In any case, the offer of the king.

VERNON

   Deliver what you will; I'll say 'tis so.
   Here comes your cousin.
   Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS

HOTSPUR

   My uncle is return'd:
   Deliver up my Lord of Westmoreland.
   Uncle, what news?

EARL OF WORCESTER

   The king will bid you battle presently.

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   Defy him by the Lord of Westmoreland.

HOTSPUR

   Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   Marry, and shall, and very willingly.
   Exit

EARL OF WORCESTER

   There is no seeming mercy in the king.

HOTSPUR

   Did you beg any? God forbid!

EARL OF WORCESTER

   I told him gently of our grievances,
   Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,
   By now forswearing that he is forsworn:
   He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge
   With haughty arms this hateful name in us.
   Re-enter the EARL OF DOUGLAS

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown
   A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,
   And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it;
   Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king,
   And, nephew, challenged you to single fight.

HOTSPUR

   O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,
   And that no man might draw short breath today
   But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
   How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt?

VERNON

   No, by my soul; I never in my life
   Did hear a challenge urged more modestly,
   Unless a brother should a brother dare
   To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
   He gave you all the duties of a man;
   Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue,
   Spoke to your deservings like a chronicle,
   Making you ever better than his praise
   By still dispraising praise valued in you;
   And, which became him like a prince indeed,
   He made a blushing cital of himself;
   And chid his truant youth with such a grace
   As if he master'd there a double spirit.
   Of teaching and of learning instantly.
   There did he pause: but let me tell the world,
   If he outlive the envy of this day,
   England did never owe so sweet a hope,
   So much misconstrued in his wantonness.

HOTSPUR

   Cousin, I think thou art enamoured
   On his follies: never did I hear
   Of any prince so wild a libertine.
   But be he as he will, yet once ere night
   I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
   That he shall shrink under my courtesy.
   Arm, arm with speed: and, fellows, soldiers, friends,
   Better consider what you have to do
   Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
   Can lift your blood up with persuasion.
   Enter a Messenger

Messenger

   My lord, here are letters for you.

HOTSPUR

   I cannot read them now.
   O gentlemen, the time of life is short!
   To spend that shortness basely were too long,
   If life did ride upon a dial's point,
   Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
   An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
   If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
   Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair,
   When the intent of bearing them is just.
   Enter another Messenger

Messenger

   My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace.

HOTSPUR

   I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,
   For I profess not talking; only this--
   Let each man do his best: and here draw I
   A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
   With the best blood that I can meet withal
   In the adventure of this perilous day.
   Now, Esperance! Percy! and set on.
   Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
   And by that music let us all embrace;
   For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall
   A second time do such a courtesy.
   The trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt

SCENE III. Plain between the camps.

   KING HENRY enters with his power. Alarum to the battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and SIR WALTER BLUNT 

SIR WALTER BLUNT

   What is thy name, that in the battle thus
   Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
   Upon my head?

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   Know then, my name is Douglas;
   And I do haunt thee in the battle thus
   Because some tell me that thou art a king.

SIR WALTER BLUNT

   They tell thee true.

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought
   Thy likeness, for instead of thee, King Harry,
   This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
   Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.

SIR WALTER BLUNT

   I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;
   And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
   Lord Stafford's death.
   They fight. DOUGLAS kills SIR WALTER BLUNT. Enter HOTSPUR

HOTSPUR

   O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
   never had triumph'd upon a Scot.

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.

HOTSPUR

   Where?

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   Here.

HOTSPUR

   This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well:
   A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
   Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
   A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear:
   Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?

HOTSPUR

   The king hath many marching in his coats.

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
   I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
   Until I meet the king.

HOTSPUR

   Up, and away!
   Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
   Exeunt
   Alarum. Enter FALSTAFF, solus

FALSTAFF

   Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear
   the shot here; here's no scoring but upon the pate.
   Soft! who are you? Sir Walter Blunt: there's honour
   for you! here's no vanity! I am as hot as moulten
   lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I
   need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have
   led my ragamuffins where they are peppered: there's
   not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and
   they are for the town's end, to beg during life.
   But who comes here?
   Enter PRINCE HENRY

PRINCE HENRY

   What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword:
   Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
   Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
   Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee,
   lend me thy sword.

FALSTAFF

   O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile.
   Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have
   done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.

PRINCE HENRY

   He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee,
   lend me thy sword.

FALSTAFF

   Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st
   not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.

PRINCE HENRY

   Give it to me: what, is it in the case?

FALSTAFF

   Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city.
   PRINCE HENRY draws it out, and finds it to be a bottle of sack

PRINCE HENRY

   What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
   He throws the bottle at him. Exit

FALSTAFF

   Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do
   come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his
   willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like
   not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give me
   life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes
   unlooked for, and there's an end.
   Exit FALSTAFF

SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

   Alarum. Excursions. Enter PRINCE HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, and EARL OF WESTMORELAND 

KING HENRY IV

   I prithee,
   Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.
   Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.

LANCASTER

   Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.

PRINCE HENRY

   I beseech your majesty, make up,
   Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.

KING HENRY IV

   I will do so.
   My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.

WESTMORELAND

   Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent.

PRINCE HENRY

   Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help:
   And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive
   The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
   Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,
   and rebels' arms triumph in massacres!

LANCASTER

   We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmoreland,
   Our duty this way lies; for God's sake come.
   Exeunt LANCASTER and WESTMORELAND

PRINCE HENRY

   By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;
   I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
   Before, I loved thee as a brother, John;
   But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

KING HENRY IV

   I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point
   With lustier maintenance than I did look for
   Of such an ungrown warrior.

PRINCE HENRY

   O, this boy
   Lends mettle to us all!
   Exit
   Enter DOUGLAS

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads:
   I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
   That wear those colours on them: what art thou,
   That counterfeit'st the person of a king?

KING HENRY IV

   The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart
   So many of his shadows thou hast met
   And not the very king. I have two boys
   Seek Percy and thyself about the field:
   But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,
   I will assay thee: so, defend thyself.

EARL OF DOUGLAS

   I fear thou art another counterfeit;
   And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:
   But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be,
   And thus I win thee.
   They fight. KING HENRY being in danger, PRINCE HENRY enters

PRINCE HENRY

   Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like
   Never to hold it up again! the spirits
   Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms:
   It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee;
   Who never promiseth but he means to pay.
   They fight: DOUGLAS flies
   Cheerly, my lord how fares your grace?
   Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent,
   And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton straight.

KING HENRY IV

   Stay, and breathe awhile:
   Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion,
   And show'd thou makest some tender of my life,
   In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

PRINCE HENRY

   O God! they did me too much injury
   That ever said I hearken'd for your death.
   If it were so, I might have let alone
   The insulting hand of Douglas over you,
   Which would have been as speedy in your end
   As all the poisonous potions in the world
   And saved the treacherous labour of your son.

KING HENRY IV

   Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.
   Exit
   Enter HOTSPUR

HOTSPUR

   If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.

PRINCE HENRY

   Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name.

HOTSPUR

   My name is Harry Percy.

PRINCE HENRY

   Why, then I see
   A very valiant rebel of the name.
   I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
   To share with me in glory any more:
   Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;
   Nor can one England brook a double reign,
   Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.

HOTSPUR

   Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come
   To end the one of us; and would to God
   Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

PRINCE HENRY

   I'll make it greater ere I part from thee;
   And all the budding honours on thy crest
   I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.

HOTSPUR

   I can no longer brook thy vanities.
   They fight
   Enter FALSTAFF

FALSTAFF

   Well said, Hal! to it Hal! Nay, you shall find no
   boy's play here, I can tell you.
   Re-enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded, and falls

HOTSPUR

   O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth!
   I better brook the loss of brittle life
   Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;
   They wound my thoughts worse than sword my flesh:
   But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
   And time, that takes survey of all the world,
   Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,
   But that the earthy and cold hand of death
   Lies on my tongue: no, Percy, thou art dust
   And food for--
   Dies

PRINCE HENRY

   For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart!
   Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
   When that this body did contain a spirit,
   A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
   But now two paces of the vilest earth
   Is room enough: this earth that bears thee dead
   Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
   If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
   I should not make so dear a show of zeal:
   But let my favours hide thy mangled face;
   And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
   For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
   Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
   Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
   But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
   He spieth FALSTAFF on the ground
   What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
   Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!
   I could have better spared a better man:
   O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
   If I were much in love with vanity!
   Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,
   Though many dearer, in this bloody fray.
   Embowell'd will I see thee by and by:
   Till then in blood by noble Percy lie.
   Exit PRINCE HENRY

FALSTAFF

   [Rising up] Embowelled! if thou embowel me to-day,
   I'll give you leave to powder me and eat me too
   to-morrow. 'Sblood,'twas time to counterfeit, or
   that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too.
   Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit: to die,
   is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the
   counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man:
   but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby
   liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and
   perfect image of life indeed. The better part of
   valour is discretion; in the which better part I
   have saved my life.'Zounds, I am afraid of this
   gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: how, if he
   should counterfeit too and rise? by my faith, I am
   afraid he would prove the better counterfeit.
   Therefore I'll make him sure; yea, and I'll swear I
   killed him. Why may not he rise as well as I?
   Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me.
   Therefore, sirrah,
   Stabbing him
   with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me.
   Takes up HOTSPUR on his back
   Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER

PRINCE HENRY

   Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd
   Thy maiden sword.

LANCASTER

   But, soft! whom have we here?
   Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?

PRINCE HENRY

   I did; I saw him dead,
   Breathless and bleeding on the ground. Art
   thou alive?
   Or is it fantasy that plays upon our eyesight?
   I prithee, speak; we will not trust our eyes
   Without our ears: thou art not what thou seem'st.

FALSTAFF

   No, that's certain; I am not a double man: but if I
   be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy:
   Throwing the body down
   if your father will do me any honour, so; if not, let
   him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either
   earl or duke, I can assure you.

PRINCE HENRY

   Why, Percy I killed myself and saw thee dead.

FALSTAFF

   Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how this world is given to
   lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath;
   and so was he: but we rose both at an instant and
   fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be
   believed, so; if not, let them that should reward
   valour bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take
   it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the
   thigh: if the man were alive and would deny it,
   'zounds, I would make him eat a piece of my sword.

LANCASTER

   This is the strangest tale that ever I heard.

PRINCE HENRY

   This is the strangest fellow, brother John.
   Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
   For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
   I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
   A retreat is sounded
   The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours.
   Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field,
   To see what friends are living, who are dead.
   Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and LANCASTER

FALSTAFF

   I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that
   rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great,
   I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and
   live cleanly as a nobleman should do.
   Exit

SCENE V. Another part of the field.

   The trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE HENRY, LORD JOHN LANCASTER, EARL OF WESTMORELAND, with WORCESTER and VERNON prisoners 

KING HENRY IV

   Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.
   Ill-spirited Worcester! did not we send grace,
   Pardon and terms of love to all of you?
   And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary?
   Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
   Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
   A noble earl and many a creature else
   Had been alive this hour,
   If like a Christian thou hadst truly borne
   Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

EARL OF WORCESTER

   What I have done my safety urged me to;
   And I embrace this fortune patiently,
   Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

KING HENRY IV

   Bear Worcester to the death and Vernon too:
   Other offenders we will pause upon.
   Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded
   How goes the field?

PRINCE HENRY

   The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw
   The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
   The noble Percy slain, and all his men
   Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest;
   And falling from a hill, he was so bruised
   That the pursuers took him. At my tent
   The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace
   I may dispose of him.

KING HENRY IV

   With all my heart.

PRINCE HENRY

   Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you
   This honourable bounty shall belong:
   Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
   Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free:
   His valour shown upon our crests to-day
   Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds
   Even in the bosom of our adversaries.

LANCASTER

   I thank your grace for this high courtesy,
   Which I shall give away immediately.

KING HENRY IV

   Then this remains, that we divide our power.
   You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland
   Towards York shall bend you with your dearest speed,
   To meet Northumberland and the prelate Scroop,
   Who, as we hear, are busily in arms:
   Myself and you, son Harry, will towards Wales,
   To fight with Glendower and the Earl of March.
   Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
   Meeting the cheque of such another day:
   And since this business so fair is done,
   Let us not leave till all our own be won.
   Exeunt

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