페이지 이미지
PDF
ePub

· P. Henry. Thou fay'st true, hostess; and he flanders thee most grossly.

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

P. Henry. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?

Fal. A thousand pound, Hal ? a million : thy love is worth a million ; thou ow'st me thy love.

Hoft. Nay, my lord, he caļl'd you Jack, and said, he would cudgel you.

Fal. Did I, Bardolph?
Bard. Indeed, fir John, you said so.
Fal. Yea; if he said, my ring was copper,

P. Henry. I say, 'tis copper : Dar'st thou be as good as thy word now?

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

P. Henry. And why not, as the lion ?

Fal. The king himself is to be fear'd as the lion : Dost thou think, I'll fear thee as I fear thy father ? nay, an if I do, let my girdle break!

P. Henry. O, if it should, low would thy guts fall abouç thy knees! But, firrah, there's no room for faith, truth, nor honesty, in this bofom of thine ; it is all fill'd

up

with guts, and midriff. Charge an honest woman' with picking thy pocket! Why, thou whoreson, impudent, * imbofs'd rascal, if there were any thing in thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of bawdy-houses, and one poor pennyworth of sugar-candy to make thee longwinded; if thy pocket were enrich'd with any other 'injuries but these, I am'a villain. And yet you will stand

* imboss?d]—woln, puffy.
Y ingredients to pocket injuries was a common phrase.

ÇO

to it; you will not pocket up wrong: Art thou nog alham'd?

Fal. Dost chou hear, Hal ? thou know'st, in the state of innocency, Adam fell; and what thould poor Jack Falstaff do, in the days of villainy? Thou seest, I have more Alesh than another man; and therefore more frailty,

-You confess then, you pick'd my pocket ?
P. Henry. It appears so by the story.

Fal. Hostess, I forgive thee : Go, make ready breakfast; love thy husband, look to thy servant, and cherish thy guests : thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason : thou seeft, I am pacify'd still.-Nay, I pr’ythee, be gone.

[Exit Hostess. Now, Hal, to the news at courte for the robbery, lad, How is that answer'd ?

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

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

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

Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou do'st, and do it 2 with unwash'd hands too.

Bard. Do, my lord.
P. Henry. I have procur'd thee, Jack, a charge of foot.

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

P. Henry. Bardolph,
Bard. My lord.

? with unwasb'd bands too.]-immediately, the first thing in the morning, ere you wash.

P. Henry.

.-P. Henry. Go bear this letter to lord John of Lancaster,
My brother John; this to my lord of Westmoreland. -
Go, Poins, to horse, to horse ; for thou, and I,
Have thirty miles to ride ere dinner-time.-
Jack,
Meet me to-morrow in the Temple hall
At two o'clock i'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 they, or we, muft lower lie.

[Exeunt Prince, Poins, and Bard. Fal. Rare words! brave world !

-Hostess, my breakfast; come: O, I could wish, this tavern were my drum ! [Exit.

A CT IV.

SCENE I.

2

The Camp near Sbrewsbury.

Enter Hotspur, Worcester, and Douglas.
Hot. 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 heaven, I cannot fatter ; I defy
The tongues of foothers; but a braver place
In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself :
Nay, task me to my word ; approve me, lord.
Such attribution-Such commendation.

the Douglas)—this appellation is conferred, by way of eminence, on the head of that family.

Doug

Doug. Thou art the king of honour :
No man so potent breathes upon the ground,
But I will beard him.
Hot. Do so, and 'tis well:

Enter a Messenger.
What letters hast thou there? «I can but thank

you.
Mes. These letters come from your father.
Hot. Letters from him ! why comes he not himself?:
Mel. He cannot come, my lord; he's grievous fick.

Hot. 'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be fick,
In such a juftling time? Who leads his power ?
Under whose government come they along?

Mel. His letters bear his mind, not I.
Wor. I prythee, tell me, doth he keep his bed ?

Mell. 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.

Wor. 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.

Hot. Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprize ; 'Tis catching hither, even to our camp. He writes me here,—that inward sicknessAnd that his friends by deputation could not So soon be drawn; nor did he think it meet, To lay fo dangerous and dear a trust On any • soul remov'd, but on his own. Yet doth he give us bold advertisement That with our small conjunction we should on, To see how fortune is dispos'd to us :

beard him.j-oppose him face to face. soul remov'd, ]-second hand, person less intereited.

For,

[ocr errors]

For; as he writes; there is no quailing now;
Because the king is certainly 'poffess'd
Of all our purposes. What say you to it?

Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us:

Hot. A perilous galh, a very limb lopt off :-
And yet, in faith; 'tis not ; his prefent want
Seems more than we shall find it :-Were it goods
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 5 read
The very bottom and the foul of hope ;
The very lift, the very utmost bound
Of all our fortunes.

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

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

Wor. But yet, I would your father had been here.
The quality and hair of our attempt
Brooks no division: It will be thought
By fome, 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,

quailing)—no room for dejection, or delay,
polefi'a]-informed.

Ś read ]-discover-risqur.
a comfort of retirement)-A resource in reserve.
* bair)--complexion, caft.

And

« 이전계속 »