Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou With Cain go wander through the shade of hast wrought A deed of slander with thy fatal hand Boling. They love not poison that do poison Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead, night, And never show thy head by day nor light. 44 48 Come, mourn with me for that I do lament, K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd care, 4 Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, No more shall trenching war channel her fields, For our advantage on the bitter cross. 32 West. My liege, this haste was hot in question, 40 And many limits of the charge set down 16 As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,- 44 The Earl of Douglas is discomfited; Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights, 68 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 And is not this an honourable spoil? A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not? West. In faith, It is a conquest for a prince to boast of. 72 SCENE II.-The Same. An Apartment of the PRINCE'S. Enter the PRINCE and FALSTAFF. Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad? Prince. 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-colour'd taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day. 13 Fal. Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that take purses go by the moon and the 76 seven stars, and not by Phoebus, he, 'that wandering knight so fair.' And, I prithee, sweet K. Hen. Yea, there thou mak'st me sad and wag, when thou art king,-as, God save thy mak'st me sin 80 84 In envy that my Lord Northumberland Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners, 92 Grace, majesty, I should say, for grace thou wilt have none,— Prince. What! none? 20 96 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. Fal. By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. And is not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench? 46 100 talked very wisely, but I regarded him not; and yet he talked wisely, and in the street too. 98 Prince. Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it. Fal. O! thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me, Hal; God forgive Prince. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of thee for it! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew the castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most sweet nothing; and now am I, if a man should speak robe of durance? 49 truly, little better than one of the wicked. I Fal. How now, how now, mad wag! what, must give over this life, and I will give it over; in thy quips and thy quiddities? what a plague by the Lord, an I do not, I am a villain: I'll be have I to do with a buff jerkin? 52 damned for never a king's son in Christendom. Prince. Where shall we take a purse tomorrow, Jack? Prince. Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern? Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many a time and oft. 56 Prince. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part? Fal. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there. 60 Prince. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch; and where it would not, I have used my credit. III Fal. Zounds! where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one; an I do not, call me a villain and baffle me. Prince. I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying to purse-taking. 115 Enter POINS, at a distance. Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. Poins! Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a match. Fal. Yea, and so used it that, were it not here O! if men were to be saved by merit, what hole apparent that thou art heir apparent.-But, I in hell were hot enough for him? This is the prithee, sweet wag, shall there be gallows stand-most omnipotent villain that ever cried 'Stand!' ing in England when thou art king, and resolution thus fobbed as it is with the rusty curb of old father antick the law? Do not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief. Prince. No; thou shalt. 70 Fal. Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave judge. 73 Prince. Thou judgest false already; I mean, thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves and so become a rare hangman. 76 Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with my humour as well as waiting in the court, I can tell you. 80 Prince. For obtaining of suits? Fal. 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. Or an old lion, or a lover's lute. 84 Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe. to a true man. Prince. Good morrow, Ned. 122 Poins. Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse? What says Sir John Sackand-Sugar? Jack! how agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that thou soldest him on GoodFriday last for a cup of Madeira and a cold capon's leg? 129 Prince. 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. Else he had been damned for cozening the devil. 136 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 Prince. What sayest thou to a hare, or the horses for yourselves. Gadshill lies to night in melancholy of Moor-ditch? 88 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. Fal. Thou hast the most unsavory similes, and art, indeed, the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young prince; but, Hal, 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 147 Fal. Hear ye, Yedward: if I tarry at home and go not, I'll hang you for going. Poins. You will, chops? Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one? 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. 168 Fal. 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. 175 Prince. 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 from my shoulders. 185 Prince. But 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. 193 Prince. Yea, but 'tis like that they will know us by our horses, by our habits, and by every other appointment, to be ourselves. 196 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 inmask our noted outward garments. 201 Prince. 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 The unyok'd humour of your idleness: SCENE III.-The Same. The Palace. 229 232 |