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Let us on;

And so with great imagination,

For his divisions, as the times do brawl, Proper to madmen, led his powers to death, Are in three heads: one power against the French, And, winking, leap'd into destruction.

And one against Glendower; perforce a third Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt Must take up us: So is the unfirm king To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope. In three divided; and his coffers sound

L. Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war; — With hollow poverty and emptiness. Indeed the instant action, (a cause on foot,)

Arch. That he should draw his several strengths Lives so in hope, as in an early spring

together,
We see the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit, And come against us in full puissance,
Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair, Need not be dreaded.
That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build, Hast.

If he should do so,
We first survey the plot, then draw the model, He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh
And when we see the figure of the house,

Baying him at the heels: never fear that. Then must we rate the cost of the erection ;

L. Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces Which if we find outweighs ability,

hither? What do we then, but draw anew the model

Hast. The duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland: In fewer offices; or, at least, desist

Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Monmouth : To build at all ? Much more, in this great work, But who is substituted 'gainst the French, (Which is, almost to pluck a kingdom down, I have no certain notice. And set another up,) should we survey

Arch. The plot of situation, and the model ;

And publish the occasion of our arms. Consents upon a sure foundation ;

The commonwealth is sick of their own choice, Question surveyors; know our own estate, Their over-greedy love hath surfeited : How able such a work to undergo,

An habitation giddy and unsure To weigh against his opposite ; or else,

Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart. We fortify in paper, and in figures,

O thou fond many!8 with what loud applause Using the names of men, instead of men :

Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke, Like one, that draws the model of a house

Before he was what thou wouldst have him be? Beyond his power to build it; who, half through, And being now trimm'd 9 in thine own desires, Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost

They that, when Richard liv'd, would have him die, A naked subject to the weeping clouds,

Are now become enamour'd on his grave: And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.

Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head, Hast. Grant, that our hopes (yet likely of fair birth) | When through proud London he came sighing on Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd After the admired heels of Bolingbroke, The utmost man of expectation;

Cry'st now, ( earth, yield us that king again, I think, we are a body strong enough,

And take thou this! O thoughts of men accurst Even as we are, to equal with the king,

Past, and to come, seem best; things present, worst. L. Bard. What! is the king but five and twenty Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on ? thousand ?

Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids be Hast. To us, no more; nay, not so much, lord

gone.

[Ereunt. Bardolph.

ACT II.

my vice. 1

SCENE I. · London. A Street.

Fang. If I can close with him, I care not for his

thrust. Enter Hostess; Fang, and his Boy, with her; and Host. I'll be at your elbow. Snare following:

Fang. An I but fist him once; an a' come but

within Host. Master Pang, have you entered the action ? Fang. It is entered.

Host. Í am undone by his going ; I warrant you,

Good masHost. Where is your yeoman ?6 Is it a lusty yeo- he's an infinite thing upon my score :man? will a' stand to't ?

ter Fang, hold him sure; - good master Snare, let Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare ?

him not escape.

He comes continually to PieHost. O, good master Snare.

corner, and he's indited to dinner to the Lubbar's Snare. Here, here.

Head in Lumbert-street, to master Smooth's the Fang. Snare, we must arrest sir John Falstaff. silkman: I pray ye, since my exion is entered, and

Host. Yea, good master Snare; I have entered my case so openly known to the world, let him be him and all.

brought in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives, loan for a poor lone woman to bear : and I have for he will stab.

borne, and borne, and borne ; and have been fubHost. Alas the day! take heed of him; in good bed off, and fubbed off, and fubbed off, from this faith, a' cares not what mischief he doth, if his day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. weapon be out: he will foin 7 like any devil; he There is no honesty in such dealing ; unless a wowill spare neither man, woman, nor child.

man should be made an ass, and a beast, to bear

every knave's wrong. Agree. 6 Follower

+ Thrust.

A Foolish multitude.

5

Dress.

I Grasp

false way.

Enter Sir John FALSTAFF, Page, and BARDOLPH. Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose says, up and down the town, that her eldest son is knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your offices, do

like you : she hath been in good case, and, the

But for these your offices, master Fang, and master Snare; do truth is, poverty hath distracted her. me, do me, do me your offices.

foolish officers, I beseech you, I may have redress Fal. How now ? whose mare's dead? what's the against them. matter?

Ch. Just. Sir John, sir John, I am well acquainted Fang. Sir John, I arrest you

the suit of mis- with your manner of wrenching the true cause the tress Quickly.

It is not a confident brow, nor the Fal. Away, varlets ! – Draw, Bardolph ; cut me throng of words that come with such more than off the villain's head; throw the quean in the channel. impudent sauciness from you, can thrust me from a

Host. Throw me in the channel? I'll throw thee level consideration ; you have, as it appears to me, in the channel. Wilt thou? wilt thou ? thou rogue! practised upon the easy-yielding spirit of this wo- Murder, murder! O thou honeysuckle - villain! man, and made her serve your uses both in purse wilt thou kill the king's officers ? O thou honey

and person. seed 3 rogue! thou art a honey-seed; a man-queller,

Host. Yea, in troth, my lord. and a woman-queller.

Ch. Just. Pr'ythee, peace : - Pay her the debt Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph.

you owe her, and unpay the villainy you have done Fang. A rescue! a rescue !

with her; the one you may do with sterling money, Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two.

and the other with current repentance. Thou wo't, wo't thou ? thou wo't, wo't thou? do,

Fal. My lord, will not undergo this sneap do, thou rogue! do, thou hemp-seed !

without reply. You call honourable boldness, imFal. Away, you scullion! you rampallian! you pudent sauciness : if a man will make court'sy, and fustilarian!

say nothing, he is virtuous : No, my lord, my hum

ble duty remembered, I will not be your suitor; I Enter the Lord Chief Justice, attended. say to you, I do desire deliverance from these Ch. Just. What's the matter? keep the peace officers, being upon hasty employment in the king's

affairs. here, ho ! Host. Good my lord, be good to me! I beseech you !

Ch. Just. You speak as having power to do Ch. Just. How now, sir John ? what, are you wrong: but answer in the effect of your reputabrawling here?

tion, and satisfy the poor woman. Doth this become your place, your time, and business?

Fal. Come hither, hostess. (Taking her aside You should have been well on your way to York.

Enter GOWER. Stand from him, fellow; Wherefore hang'st thou on him ?

Ch. Just. Now, master Gower; What news? Host. O my most worshipful lord, an't please

Gow. The king, my lord, and Harry prince of

Wales your grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.

Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells. Ch. Just. For what sum?

Fal. As I am a gentleman; Host. It is more than for some, my lord; it is

Host. Nay, you said so before. for all, all I have: he hath eaten me out of house

Fal. As I am a gentleman; — Come, no more and home : he hath put all my substance into that words of it. fat belly of his.

Host. By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must Ch. Just. How comes this, sir John ? Fye! what be fain to pawn both my plate, and the tapestry of man of good temper would endure this tempest of my dining-chambers. exclamation ? Are you not ashamed to enforce a

Fal. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking: and poor widow to so rough a course to come by her own? for thy walls, ----a pretty slight drollery, or the story Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee ?

of the prodigal, or the German hunting in waterHost. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thy- work, is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings, self, and the money too. Thou didst swear to me

and these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, upon a parcel-gilt í goblet, sitting in my Dolphin- if thou canst. Come, an it were not for thy hu. chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, mours, there is not a better wench in England. upon Wednesday in Whitsun-week, when the prince Go, wash thy face, and draw 7 thy action : Come, broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-thou must not be in this humour with me; dost not man of Windsor : thou didst swear to me then, as

know me? Come, come, I know thou wast set on I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make to this. me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did

Host. Pray thee, sir John, let it be but twenty not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in nobles ; i'faith I am loath to pawn my plate, in then, and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to good earnest, la. borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us, she had a

Fal. Let it alone; I'll make other shift; you'll good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to be a fool still. eat some ; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a

Host. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my green wound? And didst thou not, when she was gown. I hope you'll come to supper : you'll pay gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so fami- me all together? liarity with such poor people; saying, that ere long

Fal. Will I live? Go, with her, with her; they should call me madam? And didst thou not (To BARDOLPH.] hook on, hook on. kiss me, and bid me fetch thee thirty shillings? I put

[Ereunt Hostess, BARDOLPH, Officers, thee now to thy book-oath ; deny it, if thou canst.

and Page. 5 Snub, check.

6 Suitably to your character, ? Homicidal * Homicide.

4 Party gilt.

7 Withdraw.

Ch. Just. I have heard better news.

and persistency: Let the end try the man. But I Fal. What's the news, my good lord ?

tell thee, — my heart bleeds inwardly, that my Ch. Just. Where lay the king last night? father is so sick : and keeping such vile company Gow. At Basingstoke, my lord.

as thou art, hath in reason taken from me all ostenFal. I hope, my lord, all's well: What's the tation of sorrow. news, my lord ?

Poins. The reason ? Ch. Just. Come all his forces back ?

P. Hen. What wouldst thou think of me, if I Gow. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred should weep? horse,

Poins. I would think thee a most princely hypoAre march'd up to my lord of Lancaster,

crite. Against Northumberland, and the archbishop. P. Hen. It would be every man's thought: and

Fal. Comes the king back from Wales, my noble thou art a blessed fellow, to think as every man lord ?

thinks; never a man's thought in the world keeps Ch. Just. You shall have letters of me presently: the road-way better than thine : every man would Come, go along with me, good master Gower. think me an hypocrite indeed. And what accites Fal. My lord !

your most worshipful thougbt, to think so ? Ch. Just. What's the matter?

Poins. Why, because you have been so much Fal. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me engraffed to Falstaff. to dinner ?

P. Hen. And to thee. Gow. I must wait upon my good lord here: I Poins. By this light, I am well spoken of, I can thank you, good sir John.

hear it with my own ears : the worst that they can Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being say of me is, that I am a second brother, and that you are to take soldiers up in counties as you go. I am a proper fellow of my hands; and those two

Fal. Will you sup with me, master Gower ? things, I confess, I cannot help. By the mass, here

Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you these comes Bardolph. manners, sir John ?

P. Hen. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: he Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, he had him from me Christian ; and look, if the fat was a fool that taught them me. - This is the right villain have not transformed him ape. fencing grace, my lord ; tap for tap, and so part fair. Ch. Just. Now heaven lighten thee! thou art a

Enter BARDOLPH and Page. great fool.

[Exeunt.

Bard. 'Save your grace.

P. Hen. And yours, most noble Bardolph. SCENE II. - Another Street.

Bard. Come, you virtuous ass, [To the Page.]

you bashful fool, must you be blushing? wherefore Enter PRINCE HENRY and Poins.

blush you now? P. Hen. Trust me, I am exceeding weary. Page. He called me even now, my lord, through

Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought weari- a red lattice, and I could discern no part of his face ness durst not have attached one of so high blood. from the window : at last, I spied his eyes.

P. Hen. 'Faith, it does me; though it discolours P. Hen. Hath not the boy profited ? the complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Bard. Away, you upright rabbit, away! Doth it not show vilely in me, to desire small beer? Page. Away, you rascally Althea's dream, away!

Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely P. Hen. Instruct us, boy: What dream, boy? studied, as to remember so weak a composition. Page. Marry, my lord, Althea dreamed she was

P. Hen. Belike then, my appetite was not delivered of a fire-brand; and therefore I call him princely got; for, by my troth, I do now remember her dream. the poor creature, small beer. But, indeed, these P. Hen. A crown's worth of good interpretation. humble considerations make me out of love with my There it is, boy.

[Gives him money. greatness. What a disgrace is it to me, to remem- Poins. O, that this good blossom could be kept ber thy name? or to know thy face to-morrow? or from cankers ! - Well, there is sixpence to preserve to take note how many pair of silk stockings thou thee. hast; viz. these, and those that were the peach- Bard. An you do not make him be hanged among coloured ones?

you, the gallows shall have wrong. Poins. How ill it follows, after you have laboured P. Hen. And how doth thy master, Bardolph ? so hard, you should talk so idly? Tell me, how Bard. Well, my lord. He heard of your grace's many good young princes would do so, their fathers coming to town; there's a letter for you. being so sick as yours at this time is ?

Poins. Delivered with good respect. And how P. Hen. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins ? doth the martlemas?, your master? Poins. Yes; and let it be an excellent good thing. Bard. In bodily health, sir.

P. Hen. It shall serve among wits of no higher Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a phy. breeding than thine.

sician; but that moves not him; though that be Poins. Go to; I stand the push of your one thing sick, it dies not. that you will tell.

P. Hen. I do allow this wen to be as familiar P. Hen. Why, I tell thee, it is not meet that with me as my dog : and he holds his place; for, I should be sad, now my father is sick : albeit I look you, how he writes. could tell to thee, (as to one it pleases me, for fault Poins. [Reads.] John Falstaff, knight, Every of a better, to call my friend,) I could be sad, and man must know that, as oft as he has occasion to sad indeed too.

name himself. Even like those that are kin to the Poins. Very hardly, upon such a subject. king; for they never prick their finger, but they

P. Hen. By this hand, thou think'st me as far in say, There is some of the king's blood spilt : Hou' the devil's book, as thou and Falstaff, for obduracy

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comes that ? says he, that takes upon him not to SCENE III. - Warkworth.

Before the Castle. conceive : the answer is as ready as a borrower's

Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, LADY NORTHUMBERLAND, cap; I am the king's poor cousin, sir. P. Hen. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will

and LADY PERCY. fetch it from Japhet. But the letter ::

North. I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle Poins. Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of the

daughter, king, nearest his father, Harry prince of Wales, Give even way unto my rough affairs : greeting. — Why, this is a certificate.

Put not you on the visage of the times, P. Hen. Peace!

And be, like them, to Percy troublesome.' Poins. I will imitate the honourable Roman in Lady N. I have given over, I will speak no more: brevity : - - he sure means brevity in breath ; short- Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide. winded. — I commend me to thee, I commend thee, North. Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn; and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with Poins; And, but my going, nothing can redeem it. for he misuses thy favours so much, that he swears, Lady P. O, yet, for heaven's sake, go not to thou art to marry his sister Nell. Repent at idle

these wars! times as thou mayst, and so farewell.

The time was, father, that you broke your word,
Thine, by yea and no, (which is as much When you were more endear'd to it than now ;

as to say, as thou usest him,) Jack Fal- When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry,
staff, with my familiars ; John, with my Threw many a northward look to see his father
brothers and sisters ; and Sir John with Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.
all Europe.

Who then persuaded you to stay at home? My lord, I will steep this letter in sack, and make There were two honours lost; yours, and your him eat it.

P. Hen. That's to make him eat twenty of his for yours, — may heavenly glory brighten it! words. But do you use me thus, Ned? must I For his — it stuck upon him, as the sun marry your sister.

In the grey vault of heaven : and by his light, Poins. May the girl have no worse fortune ! but Did all the chivalry of England move I never said so.

To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass P. Hen. Well, thus we play the fools with the Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds He had no legs, that practis'd not his gait : and mock us. — Is your master here in London ? And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish, Bard. Yes, my lord.

Became the accents of the valiant : P. Hen. Where sups he? doth the old boar feed For those that could speak low, and tardily, in the old frank ? 8

Would turn their own perfection to abuse, Bard. At the old place, my lord; in Eastcheap. To seem like him : So that, in speech, in gait, P. Hen. Shall we steal upon him, Ned, at supper? In diet, in affections of delight,

Poins. I am your shadow, my lord ; I'll follow In military rules, humours of blood, you.

He was the mark and glass, copy and book, P. Hen. Sirrah, you boy, — and Bardolph ;- no That fashioned others. And him, - O wondrous word to your master that I am yet come to town:

him ! There's for your silence.

O miracle of men ! - him did you leave, Bard. I have no tongue, sir.

(Second to none, unseconded by you,) Page. And for mine, sir; - I will govern it. To look upon the hideous god of war

P. Hen. Fare ye well; go. (Ereunt BARDOLPH In disadvantage ; to abide a field, and Page.] How might we see Falstaff bestow him- Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's naine self to-night in his true colours, and not ourselves Did seem defensible, so you left him : be seen?

Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong, Poins. Put on two leather jerkins, and aprons, To hold your honour more precise and nice and wait upon him at his table as drawers.

With others, than with him ; let them alone; P. Hen. From a god to a bull ? a heavy descen- The marshal, and the archbishop, are strong : sion! it was Jove's case. From a prince to a pren- Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers, tice? a low transformation! that shall be mine: for, To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck, in every thing, the purpose must weigh with the Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave. folly.

North.

Beshrew your heart, Enter PETO.

Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from me, Peto, how now? what news?

With new lamenting ancient oversights. Peto. The king, your father, is at Westminster; But I must go, and meet with danger there ; And there are twenty weak and wearied posts,

Or it will seek me in another place, Come from the north : and, as I came along,

And find me worse provided. I met, and overtook, a dozen captains,

Lady N.

O, fly to Scotland, Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns,

Till that the nobles, and the armed commons, And asking every one for sir Jobn Falstaff. Have of their puissance made a little taste. P. Hen. By heaven, Poins, I feel memuch to blame,

Lady P. If they get ground and vantage of the So idly to profane the precious time :

king, When tempest of commotion, like the south,

Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt,

To make strength stronger; but for all our loves, And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.

First let them try themselves : So did your son ; Give me my sword and cloak : – and, Poins, good He was so suffer'd; So came I a widow; night.

[Excunt.

And never shall have length of life enough,
To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,

& Sty.

That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven, That makes a still-stand, running neither way. For recordation to my noble husband.

Fain would I go to meet the archbishop, North. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my But many thousand reasons hold me back : — mind,

I will resolve for Scotland ; there am I As with the tide swellid up unto its height, Till time and vantage crave my company. (Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I. - A Room in the Palace. (Weary of solid firmness) melt itself

Into the sea ! and, other times, to see Enter King Henry in his Night-gown, with a Page. The beachy girdle of the ocean K. Hen. Go, call the earls of Surrey and of War-Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, wick;

And changes fill the cup of alteration But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters, With divers liquors ! O, if this were seen, And well consider of them: Make good speed. — The happiest youth, — viewing his progress through,

[Exit Page. What perils past, what crosses to ensue, — How many thousand of my poorest subjects Would shut the book, and sit him down and die. Are at this hour asleep! - Sleep, gentle sleep, 'Tis not ten years gone, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, Did feast together, and, in two years after, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

Were they at wars : It is but eight years, since Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, This Percy was the man nearest my soul; Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,

Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber; And laid his love and life under my foot: Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard, Under the canopies of costly state,

Gave him defiance. But which of you was by, And lullid with sounds of sweetest melody? (You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember,) O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile,

[To Warwick. In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch, When Richard, — with his eye brimfull of tears, A watch-case, or a common 'larum bell ?

Then check'd and rated by Northumberland, Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast

Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy ? Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains Northumberland, thou ladder, by the which In cradle of the rude imperious surge ;

My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne ; — And in the visitation of the winds

Though then, heaven knows, I had no such inWho take the ruffian billows by the top,

tent: Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them But that necessity so bow'd the state, With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That I and greatness were compellid to kiss : That, with the hurly 9, death itself awakes ? The time shall come, thus did he follow it, Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head, To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ;

Shall break into corruption : — so went on,
And, in the calmest and most stillest night, Foretelling this same time's condition,
With all appliances and means to boot,

And the division of our amity.
Deny it to a king? Then, happy low ', lie down! War. There is a history in all men's lives,
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd :

The which observ'd, a man may prophesy,
Enter WARWICK and SURREY.

With a near aim, of the main chance of things War. Many good morrows to your majesty! As yet not come to life; which in their seeds, K. Hen. Is it good morrow, lords?

And weak beginnings, lie intreasured. War. 'Tis one o'clock, and past.

Such things become the hatch and brood of time; K. Hen. Why then, good morrow to you all, my And, by the necessary form of this, lords.

King Richard might create a perfect guess, Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you ?

That great Northumberland, then false to him, War. We have, my liege.

Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness ; K. Hen. Then you perceive the body of our which should not find a ground to root upon, kingdom,

Unless on you. How foul it is; what rank diseases grow,

K. Hen. Are these things then necessities? And with what danger, near the heart of it. Then let us meet them like necessities :

War. It is but as a body, yet distemper'd ; And that same word even now cries out on us; Which to his former strength may be restor’d, They say, the bishop and Northumberland With good advice, and little medicine :

Are fifty thousand strong. My lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd.

War.

It cannot be, my lord; K. Hen. O heaven! that one might read the bouk Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, of fate;

The numbers of the fear’d: - Please it your grace, And see the revolution of the times

To go to bed ; upon my life, my lord, Make mountains level, and the continent

The powers that you already have sent forth, | Those in lowly situations,

Shall bring this prize in very easily.

y Noise.

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