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North. How doth my son and brother? Saw you the field; came you from Shrewsbury? Thou tremblest, and the whiteness in thy cheek Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. from thence :

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, A gentleman well bred and of good name, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, That freely rendered me these news for true. Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, North. Here comes my servant Travers, whom And would have told him half his Troy was burned: I sent

But Priam found the fire ere he his tongue, On Tuesday last to listen after news.

And I my Percy's death ere thou report'st it. Bard. My lord, I overrode him on the way, This thou would'st say :-Your son did thus and And he is furnished with no certainties

thus; More than he haply may retail from me.

Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas :

Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds; Enter TRAVERS.

But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed, North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, with you ?

Ending with-brother, son, and all are dead. Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turned me Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother yet: back

But for my lord your son,With joyful tidings; and, being better horsed,

North. Why, he is dead. Outrode me. After him came, spurring hard, See what a ready tongue suspicion hath! A gentleman almost forespent with speed,

He that but fears the thing he would not know That stopped by me to breathe his bloodied horse: | Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes He asked the way to Chester; and of him

That what he feared is chanced. Yet speak, I did demand what news from Shrewsbury.

Morton: He told me that rebellion had bad luck,

Tell thou thy earl his divination lies; And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold. And I will take it as a sweet disgrace, With that he gave his able horse the head,

And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. And, bending forward, struck his arméd heels Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid: Against the panting sides of his poor jade Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. Up to the rowel-head: and starting so,

North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's He seemed in running to devour the way,

dead. Staying no longer question.

I see a strange confession in thine eye: North. Ha!-Again :

Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear or sin Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so: Of Hotspur, coldspur: that rebellion

The tongue offends not that reports his death : Had met ill luck ?

And he doth sin that doth belie the dead; Bard. My lord, I 'll tell you what: Not he which says the dead is not alive. If my young lord your son have not the day, Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Upon mine honour, for a silken point

Hath but a losing office; and his tongue I'll give my barony. Never talk of it.

Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, North. Why should the gentleman that rode Remembered knolling a departing friend. by Travers,

Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. Give, then, such instances of loss?

Mor. I am sorry I should force you to believe Bard. Who, he ?

That which I would to heaven I had not seen : He was some hilding fellow that had stolen But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, The horse he rode on, and, upon my life, Rendering faint quittance, wearied and outSpoke ata venture.--Look, here comes more news.

breathed,

To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat Enter Morton.

down North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, The never-daunted Percy to the earth, Fretels the nature of a tragic volume:

From whence with life he never more sprung up. So looks the strond whereon the imperious flood | In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire Hath left a witnessed usurpation.

Even to the dullest peasant in his camp), Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury ? | Being bruited once, took fire and heat away

Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord : From the best-tempered courage in his troops: Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, For from his metal was his party steeled; To fright our party.

Which once in him abated, all the rest

Turned on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. | That in the dole of blows your son might drop:
And as the thing that's heavy in itself,

You knew he walked o'er perils on an edge,
Upon enforcement flies with greatest speed; More likely to fall in than to get o'er :
So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,

You were advised his flesh was capable
Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, Of wounds and scars, and that his forward spirit
That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim Would lift him where most trade of danger ranged:
Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, Yet did you say, “Go forth :" and none of this,
Fly from the field. Then was that noble Worcester Though strongly apprehended, could restrain
Too soon ta'en prisoner: and that furious Scot, The stiff-borne action. What hath, then, befallen,
The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth,
Had three times slain the appearance of the King, More than that being which was like to be ?
'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame Bard. We all that are engaged to this loss
Of those that turned their backs; and in his flight, Knew that we ventured on such dangerous seas,
Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all That if we wrought out life 't was ten to one:
Is, that the King hath won, and hath sent out And yet we ventured; for the gain proposed
A speedy power to encounter you, my lord, Choked the respect of likely peril feared:
Under the conduct of young Lancaster

And, since we are o'erset, venture again.
And Westmorland. This is the news at full. Come, we will all put forth ; body and goods.
North. For this I shall have time enough to Mor. 'Tis more than time. And, my most
mourn.

noble lord,
In poison there is physic: and these news, I hear for certain, and do speak the truth,—
Having been well that would have made me sick, The gentle Archbishop of York is up,
Being sick, have in some measure made me well: With well-appointed powers : he is a man
And as the wretch whose fever-weakened joints, Who with a double surety binds his followers.
Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life, My lord your son had only but the corps,
Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire

But shadows and the shows of men to fight:
Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs, For that same word rebellion did divide
Weakened with grief, being now enraged with The action of their bodies from their souls;
grief,

And they did fight with queasiness, constrained, Are thrice themselves. Hence therefore, thou As men drink potions, that their weapons only nice crutch;

Seemed on our side ; but for their spirits and souls, A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, This word rebellion it had froze them up, Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif; As fish are in a pond. But now, the bishop Thou art a guard too wanton for the head

Turns insurrection to religion. Which princes, fleshed with conquest, aim to hit. Supposed sincere and holy in his thoughts, Now bind my brows with iron : and approach He's followed both with body and with mind; The ragged’st hour that time and spite dare bring And doth enlarge his rising with the blood To frown upon the enraged Northumberland! Offair King Richard, scraped from Pomfret stones: Let heaven kiss earth : now let not nature's hand Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause : Keep the wild flood confined : let order die : Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land, And let this world no longer be a stage

Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke: To feed contention in a lingering act;

And more and less do flock to follow him. But let one spirit of the first-born Cain

North. I knew of this before; but, to speak truth, Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set This present grief had wiped it from my mind. On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, Go in with me, and counsel every me And darkness be the burier of the dead !

The aptest way for safety and revenge.. Tra. This strainéd passion doth you wrong, Get posts and letters, and make friends wit' speed: my lord.

Never so few, and never yet more need. (Exeunt. Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your

honour.
Mor. The lives of all your loving complices
Lean on your health : the which if you give o'er

Scene II.-London. A Street.
To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
You cast the event of war, my noble lord,

Enter Sir John Falstaff, with his Page, bearing And summed the account of chance, before you

his sword and buckler. said,

Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to Let us make head.” It was your pre-surmise ! my water?

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Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good | Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and an Attendant. healthy water: but for the party that owed it, he

Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that commight have more diseases than he knew for.

mitted the prince for striking him about Bardolph. Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at

Fal. Wait close; I will not see him. me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay,

Ch. Just. What's he that goes there? man, is not able to invent anything that tends to

Atten. Falstaff, an 't please your lordship. laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on

Ch.Just. He that was in question for the robbery? me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause

Atten. He, my lord: but he hath since done that wit is in other men.—I do here walk before

good service at Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is thee like a sow that hath overwhelmed all her

now going with some charge to the Lord John litter but one. If the prince put thee into my

of Lancaster. service for any other reason than to set me off,

Ch. Just. What, to York? Call him back again. why then I have no judgment. Thou whore

Atten. Sir John Falstaff! son mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn in my

Fal. Boy, tell him I am deaf. cap than to wait at my heels. I was never

Page. You must speak louder; my master is manned with an agate till now: but I will set

deaf. you neither in gold nor silver, but in vile apparel, Ch. Just. I am sure he is, to the hearing of and send you back again to your master, for a any thing good.-Go, pluck him by the elbow: jewel: the juvenal, the prince your master, whose I must speak with him. chin is not yet fledged. I will sooner have a | Atten. Sir John,beard grow in the palm of my hand than he shall

Fal. What, a young knave, and beg! Is there get one on his cheek; and yet he will not stick not wars; is there not employment? Doth not to say his face is a face-royal. God may finish

the King lack subjects; do not the rebels need it when he will, it is not a hair amiss yet: he soldiers ? Though it be a shame to be on any may keep it still as a face-royal, for a barber shall

side but one, it is worse shame to beg than to be never earn sixpence out of it: and yet he will be on the worst side, were it worse than the name crowing as if he had writ man ever since his

of rebellion can tell how to make it. father was a bachelor. He may keep his own Atten. You mistake me, sir. grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can assure

Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest bim.-What said master Dumbleton about the

man? Setting my knighthood and my soldiership satin for my short cloak and slops ?

aside, I had lied in my throat if I had said so Page. He said, sir, you should procure him Atten. I pray you, sir, then set your knightbetter assurance than Bardolph: he would not | hood and your soldiership aside; and give me take his bond and yours: he liked not the security. leave to tell you, you lie in your throat if you say

Fal. Let him be damned like the glutton : may I am other than an honest man. his tongue be hotter !-A whoreson Achitophel:

Pal. I give thee leave to tell me so ! I lay a rascally yea-forsooth knave: to bear a gentle aside that which grows to me! If thou gett'st man in hand, and then stand upon security ! any leave of me, hang me: if thou takest leave,

The whoreson smoothpates do now wear nothing thou wert better be hanged. You hunt-counter, but high shoes, and bunches of keys at their

hence: avaunt! girdles; and if a man is thorough with them in

Atten. Sir, my lord would speak with you. honest taking up, then they must stand upon Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. security! I had as lief they would put ratsbane

Fal. My good lord !–God give your lordship in my mouth, as offer to stop it with security. I good time of day. I am glad to see your lordship looked he should have sent me two-and-twenty abroad: I heard say your lordship was sick: I yar . , as I am a true knight, and he hope your lordship goes abroad by advice. Your sends ine security. Well, he may sleep in secu. lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath rity; for he hath the horn of abundance, and the

yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the lightness of his wife shines through it: and yet

saltness of time; and I most humbly beseech your cannot he see, though he have his own lantern lordship to have a reverend care of your health. to light him. Where's Bardolph?

Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your expedition to Shrewsbury. worship a horse.

Fal. An't please your lordship, I hear his Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he 'll buy me majesty is returned with some discomfort from a horse in Smithfield : an I could get me but a Wales. vife in the stews, I were manned, horsed, and Ch.Just. I talk not of his majesty :-you would wived.

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Fal. And I hear, moreover, his highness is Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels would fallen into this same whoreson apoplexy.

amend the attention of your ears; and I care not - Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him! I pray | if I do become your physician. let me speak with you.

Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not 80 Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of patient. Your lordship may minister the potion lethargy, an 't please your lordship : a kind of of punishment to me, in respect of poverty: but sleeping in the blood : a whoreson tingling. how I should be your patient to follow your pre

Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as it is. scriptions, the wise may make some dram of a

Fal. It hath its original from much grief; from scruple, or indeed a scruple itself. study, and perturbation of the brain. I have Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were read the cause of his effects in Galen: it is a matters against you for your life, to come speak kind of deafness.

with me. Ch.Just. I think you are fallen into the disease; Fal. As I was then advised by my learned coutfor you hear not what I say to you.

sel in the laws of this land-service, I did not come. Fal. Very well, my lord, very well: rather, Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live 2n't please you, it is the disease of not listening, in great infamy. Le malady of not marking, that I am troubled I Fal. He that buckles him in my belt cannot withal.

| live in less.

Ch. Just. Your means are very slender, and have at him. For the box o'the ear that the your waste is great.

prince gave you, he gave it like a rude prince, Pal. I would it were otherwise : I would my and you took it like a sensible lord. I have means were greater, and my waist slenderer. checked him for it, and the young lion repents :

Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful prince. marry, not in ashes and sackcloth, but in new

Fal. The young prince hath misled me: I am silk and old sack. the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog. Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a

Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gall a new- | better companion ! healed wound: your day's service at Shrewsbury Fal. Heaven send the companion a better hath a little gilded over your night's exploit on prince! I cannot rid my hands of him. Gadshill : you may thank the unquiet time for Ch. Just. Well, the King hath severed you and your quiet o'erposting that action.

Prince Harry. I hear you are going with Lord Fal. My lord ?

John of Lancaster, against the archbishop and Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so : wake the Earl of Northumberland. not a sleeping wolf.

Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. Fal. To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox. But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady

Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the better peace at home, that our armies join not in a hot part burnt out.

day: for by the Lord I take but two shirts out Pal. A wassel candle, my lord, all tallow: if with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily I did say of wax, my growth would approve the if it be a hot day, an I brandish anything but my truth.

bottle, I would I might never spit white again. Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your There is not a dangerous action can peep out his face but should have his effect of gravity. head but I am thrust upon it. Well, I cannot last Pal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.

ever: but it was always yet the trick of our Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up and

English nation, if they have a good thing, to down, like his ill angel.

make it too common. If you will needs say I Pal. Not so, my lord : your ill angel is light, am an old man, you should give me rest. I would but I hope he that looks upon me will take me to God my name were not so terrible to the enemy without weighing: and yet in some respects I as it is : I were better to be eaten to death with grant I cannot go, I cannot tell. Virtue is of so rust, than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual little regard in these costermonger times, that motion. true valour is turned bearherd; pregnancy is

Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest : and God made a tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in bless your expedition ! giving reckonings : all the other gifts appertinent Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand to man, as the malice of this age shapes them, pound, to furnish me forth ? are not worth a gooseberry. You that are old Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny: you are consider not the capacities of us that are young:

too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well : you measure the heat of our livers with the bitter commend me to my cousin Westmorland. ness of your galls : and we that are in the vaward

[Exeunt Chief Justice and Attendant. of our youth, I must confess, are wags too.

Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the A man can no more separate age and covetousscroll of youth, that are written down old with ness than he can part young limbs and lechery : all the characters of age? Have you not a moist but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches eye; a dry hand; a yellow cheek; a white beard; the other; and so doth the degrees prevent my a decreasing leg; an increasing belly? Is not curses.-Boy! your voice broken; your wind short ; your chin Page. Sir ? double; your wit single; and every part about Fal. What money is in my purse ? you blasted with antiquity: and will you yet call Page. Seven groats and two-pence. yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John!

Fal. I can get no remedy against this conFal. My lord, I was born about three of the sumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers clock in the afternoon, with a white head and and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.something a round belly. For my voice, I have Go bear this letter to my lord of Lancaster; this lost it with hollaing and singing of anthems. to the prince; this to the Earl of Westmorland; To approve my youth further, I will not. The and this to old mistress Ursula, whom I have truth is I am only old in judgment and under weekly sworn to marry since I perceived the first standing; and he that will caper with me for a white hair on my chin. About it: you know thousand marks. let him lend me the money, and where to find me. [Exit Page.]—A pox of this

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