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put you down.-Then did we two set on you ner, and ever since thou hast blushed extempore : four; and, with a word, outfaced you from your thou badst fire and sword on thy side, and yet prize, and have it; yea, and can show it you thou ran'st away ; what instinct hadst thou for it? here in the house:-and, Falstaff, you carried Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors ? do your guts away as nimbly, with as quick dexter- you behold these exhalations? ity, and roared for mercy, and still ran and P. Hen. I do. ruared, as ever I heard bull-calf. What a slave Bard. What think you they portend? art thou, to hack thy sword as thou hast P Hen. Hot livers and cold purses. done; and then say, it was in fight! What Bard. Choler, my lord, if rightly taken. trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst thou P. Hen. No, if rightly taken, balter, now find out, to hide thee from this open and

Re-enter Falstaff, apparent shame?

Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone. Poins. Come, let's hear, Jack : what trick hast How now, my sweet creature of bombast? How thou now?

long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye, as well as he knee? that made me. Why, bear ye, my masters : was Fal. My own knee? when I was about thy it for me to kill the heir-apparent ? Should I years, Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest, waist ; I could have crept into any alderman's I am as valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct; thumb-ring: a plague of sighing and grief ! it the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct blows a man up like a bladder. There's villainous is a great matter; I was a coward upon instinct. I news abroad : here was Sir John Bracy from shall think the better of myself and thee, during your father ; you must to the court in the mornmy life; I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true ing. That same mad fellow of the north, Percy; prince. But, by the Lord, lads, I am glad you and he of Wales, that gave Amaimon the bastin. have the money.

- Hostess, clap-to the doors : 1 ado, and made Lucifer cuckold, and swore the watch to-night, pray to-morrow.-Gallants, lads, devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welch boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellow- hook,— What, a plague, call you him?ship come to you! What, shall we be merry ? Poins. 0, Glendower. shall we have a play extempore.

Fal. Owen, Owen; the same ;-and his son P. Hen. Content;—and the argument shall be, in-law, Mortimer; and old Northumberland; and thy running away.

(me. that sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest o’horseback up a hill perpendicular. Enter Hostess.

P. Hen. He that rides at high speed, and with Host. My lord the prince,

his pistol kills a sparrow flying. P. Hen. How now, my lady the hostess ? Fal. You have bit it. what say'st thou to me?

P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow. Host. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; the court at door, would speak with yoʻı : he he will not run. says, he comes from your father.

P. Hen. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to P. Hen. Give him as much as will make him a praise him so for running ? royal man, and send him back again to my mother. Fal. O’horseback, you cuckoo ! but, a-foot, he Fal. What manner of man is he?

will not budge a foot. Host. An old man.

P. Hen. Yes, Jack, apon instinct. Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is midnight ?-Shall I give him his answer ? there too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blueP. Hen. Pr'ythee, do, Jack.

caps inore: Worcester is stolen away to-night; Fal. 'Faith, and I'll send him packing. (erit. thy father's beard is turned white with the news ;

P. Hen. Now, sirs ; by'r lady, you fought you may buy land now as cheap as stinking fuir;—so did you, Peto ;--so did you, Bardolph: mackarel. you are lions too, you ran away upon instinct, P. Hen. Why then, 'tis like, if there come a you will not touch the true prince; no,-fie! hot June, and this civil buffeting hold, we shall

Bard. 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run. buy maidenheads as they buy hob-Dails, by the

P. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, how came hundreds. Falstaff's sword so hacked ?

Fal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is Peto. Why, he hacked it with his dagger ; and like, we shall have good trading that way.- But, said, he would swear truth out of England, but tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly afeard ? thou he would inakc you believe it was done in fight; being heir apparent, could the world pick thee out and persuaded us to do the like.

three such enemies again, as that fiend Douglas, Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear- that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? grass, to make them bleed; and then to beslubs. Art thou not borribly afeard ? doth not thy blood ber our garments with it, and swear it was the thrill at this? blood of true men: I did that I did not this seven P. Hen. Not a whit, i'faith; I lack some of years before, I blushed to hear his inunstrous thy instinct. devices.

Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morP. Hon. O villain, thou stolest a cup of snck ' r'ow, when thou comest to thy father : if thvu eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the man- ! love me, practise an answer.


are vain.

1.1. ?

P. Flen. Do thou stand for my father, and ex-), P. Hen. Dost thou speak like a king? Do emine mǝ upon the particulars of my life. thou stand for me, and I'll play my father.

Fal. Shall I? content:--this chair shall be my Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravciy, statc, this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my so majestically, both in word and matter, hang

me up by the heels for a rabbit-sucker, or a poul. P. Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, ter's hare. thy golden sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy P. Ken. Well, here I am set. rrecious rich crown, for a pitiful bald crown! Fal. And here I stand :--judge, my masters.

Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out P. Hen. Now, Harry? whence come you? of thee, now shalt thou be moved.-Give me a Fal. My noble lord, from Eastcheap. cup of sack, to make mine eyes look red, that it: P. Hen. The complaints I heard of thee are may be thought I have wept; for I must speak grievous. in passion, and I will do it in king Cambyses' Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false :-nay, I'll vein.

tickle ye for a young prince, i'faith. P. Hen. Well, here is my leg.

P. Hen. Swearest thou, úngracious boy! henceFal.

l. And here is my speech :-stand aside, forth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carnobility.

ried away from grace: there is a devil baunts Host. This is excellent sport, i'faith.

thee, in the likeness of a fat old man: a tun of Fal. Wcep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears man is thy companion. Why dost thou converse

with that trunk of humours, that bolting-butch Host. O, the father, how he bolds his counte- of beastliness, that swoln parcel of dropsies, that nance !

huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pudqueen,

ding in his belly, that reverend vice, that gray For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years?

Host. O rare ! he doth it as like one of these wherein is he good, but to taste sack and drink harlotry players, as I ever see.

it? wherein peat and cleanly, but to carve a capoia Ful. Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle- and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft? where brain.-Harry, I do not only marvel wbere thou in crafty, but in villainy? wherein villainous, but spendest thy time, but also how thou art accom- in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing? panied: for though the camomile, the more it is Fal. I would, your grace would take me with trodden on, the faster it grows; yet youth, the you; whom means your grace? more it is wasted, the sooner it wears. That P. Hen. That villainous abominable misleader thou art my son, I have partly thy mother's word, of youth, Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan. partly my own opinion;. but chiefly, a villainous Ful. My lord, the man I know. trick of thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy P. Hen. I know, thou dost. .nether lip, that doth warrant me. If then thou Fal. But to say, I know more harm in him be son to me, here lies the point;-why, being than in myself, were to say more than I know. son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall the That he is old. (the more the pity), his white blessed sun of heaven prove, a micher, and eat hairs do witness it but that he is (saving your blackberries ? a question not to be asked. Shall reverence) a wboremaster, that I utterly deny. the son of England prove a thief, and take purses? If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked! a question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry, If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an which thou hast often heard of, and it is known old host that I know, is damned: if to be fat be to many in our land by the name of pitch : this to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be pitch, as aptient writers de report, doth defile; 80 loved. No, my good lord ; banish Peto, banisla doth the company thou keepest: for, Harry, now, Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack FalI do not speak to thee in drink, but in tears ; not staff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valin pleasure, but in passion; not in words only, iant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, but in woes also :-- And yet there is a virtuous being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not bim man, whom I have often noted in thy company, thy Harry's company; banish plump Jack, and but I know not his name.

banish all the world. P. Hen. What manner of man, an it like your P. Hen. I do, I will. [a knocking heard. majesty ?

(e.reunt Hostess, Francis, and Bardolph. Fal. A good portly man, i'faith, and a corpul.

Re-enter Bardolph, running. ent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most Bard. O, my lord, my lord; the sheriff, with noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, a most monstrous watch, is at the door. or, by'r lady, inclining to three score; and now I Fal. Out, you rogue! play out the play: I remember me, his name is Falstaff : if that man have much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff. should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for,

Re-enter Hostess, hastily. Harry, I see virtue in bis looks. If then the Host. O Jesu, my lord, my lord !-tree may be known by the fruit, as the fruit by Fal. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a the tree, then, peremptorily I speak it, there is fiddlestick : what's the matter? virtue in that Falstaff : him , keep with, the rest Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at the banish. And tell me now, thou naughty varlet, door : they are come to search the house. Shail teii ine, where hast thou been this mouth?

I let them in ?

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Ful. Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb’d these piece of gold, a counterfeit: thou art essentially

men, mad, without seeming so..

39:19.91 He shall be answerable; and so, farewell. P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without Sheriff. Good night, my noble lord. instinct.

1 P. Hen. I think, it is good morrow. Is it not? Fal. I deny your major : if you will deny the Sheriff. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two sheriff, so; if not, let him enter: if I become not

o'clock. [exeunt Sheriff and Carrier. a cart as well as another man, a plague on my P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as bringing up! I hope I shall as soon be strangled

Paul's. with a halter, as another.

Go, call him forth. P. Hen. Go, hide thee behind the arras ;-the Poins. Falstaff !_fast asleep behind the arras, rest walk up above. Now, my masters, fora and snorting like a horse. truc face. and good conscience.

P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath : Fal. Both which I have had : i but their date is search his pockets. [Poins searches.] What hast out, and therefore I'll hide me.

thou found? [exeunt all but the Prince and Poins. Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord. P. Hen. Call in the sheriff.

P. Hen. Let's see what they be: read them. Enter Sheriff and Carrier.

Poins. Item, A capon, two shillings and twoNow, master sberiff; what's your will with me?

pence. Sheriff. First pardon me, my lord. A hue and Item, Sauce, fourpence. cry

Item, Sack, two gallons, five shillings, and eightHath follow'd certain men unto this house.

pence. P. Hen. Wbat men?

Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper, two Sheriff. One of them is well known, my shillings and sixpence. gracious lord,

Item, Bread, a halfpenny, A gross fat man.

P. Hen. O'monstrous! but one balfpennyworth Car. As fat as butter.

of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!— What P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not here, there is else, keep close; we'll read it at more ad. For I myself at this time have employ'd him. vantage: there let him sleep till day. I'll to the And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee, court in the morning: we must all to the wars, That I will, by to-morrow dinner time,

and thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure Send him to answer thee, or any man, tilti this fat rogue a charge of foot; and, I know, his For any thing he shall be charg'd withal : death will be a march of twelvescore. The And so let me entreat you leave the house is money shall be paid back again with advantage. Sheriff. I will, my lord: there are two gent- Be with me betimes in the morning; and so lemen

good morrow, Poins. Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks. Poins. Good morrow, good my lord [exeunt.


ACT III. SCENE I. BANGOR. A ROOM IN THE ARCHDEACON'S Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind, HOUSE,

If you suppose, as fearing you it shook. • Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Mortimer, and Glen- Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth dower.

did tremble.

(on fire, Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure, Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens And our induction full of prosperous hope. And not in fear of your nativity

Hot. Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower, Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth Will you sit down ?

In strange eruptions: oft the teeming earthin And, uncle Worcester :-A plague upon it! Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd I have forgot the map.

By the imprisoning of unruly wind (ving, Glend. No, here it is.

Within her womb; which, for enlargement stri. Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur : Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down For by that name as oft as Lancaster with | Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your birth, Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale; and, Our grandam carth, having this distemperature, A rising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven.

In passion shook.
Hot. And you in laell, as often as he hears Glend. Cousin, of many men
Owen Glendower spoke of.

{"15364 I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave Glend. I cannot blame him : at my nativity To tell you once again,—that, at my birth, The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes; Of burning cressets; and, at my birth,

The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds The frame and huge foundation of the earth!! Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields. Shak'd like a coward.

These signs have mark'd me extraordinary; Hot. Why, so it would have done

And all the courses of my life do show, At the same season, if your mother's cat had I am not in the roll of common men. But kitten'd, though yourself bad ne'er been born. Where is he living,-clipp'd in with the sea Glend. I say, the earth did shuke when I was That chides the banks of England, Scotland born,


Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me? In a new channel, fair and evenly:
And bring him out, that is but woman's son, It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,

To rob me of so rich a bottom here.
And hold me pace in deep experiments.

Glend. Not wind ? it shall, it must; you ste, it Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better Mort. Yea,

[dotb. I will to dinner.

[Welsh : But mark, bow he bears his course, and runs me Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make With like advantage on the other side ; { up him mad.

Gelding the opposed continent as much, Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. As on the other side it takes from you. shere,

Hot. Why, so can I; or so can any man : Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench bin But will they come, when you do call for them? | And on this porth side win this cape of land

Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to com- And then he runs straigbt and even. The devil.

(mand Hot. I'll have it so; a little charge will do it Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the Glend. I will not have it alter'd. devil,

[devil.- Hot. Will not you?
By telling truth; tell truth, and shame the Glend. No, nor you shall not.
If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither. Hot. Who shall say me nay?
And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame bim Glend. Why, that will I.

Hot. Let me not understand you then,
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. Speak it in Welsh.
Mort. Come, come,

Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as No more of this unprofitable chat.

you; Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke For I was train'd up in the English court: made head

Where, being but young, I framed to the barp Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye, Many an English ditty, lovely well, And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him And gave the tongue a helpful ornament; Bootless home, and weather-beaten back, (too! | A virtue that was never seen in you.

Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?

heart; Glend. Come, here's the map; shall we divide I had rather be a kitten, and cry-mew, our right,

Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers: According to our threefold order ta'en ?

I had ratber hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it

Or a dry wheel grate on an axle-tree; Into three limits, very equally:

And that would set my teeth nothing on edge England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, Nothing so much as mincing poetry; By south and east, is to my part assign'd: 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag. All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore, Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd. And all the fertile land within that bound,

Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice so much To Owen Glendower :-and, dear coz, to you To any well-deserving friend;

[land The remnant northward, lying off from Trent. But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me, And our indentures tripartite are drawn: I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. Which being sealed, interchangeably,

Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? (A business that this night may execute,)

Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away To-morrow, cousin Percy, you, and I,

by night: And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth, I'll baste the writer, and, witbal, To meet your father, and the Scottish power, Break with your wives of your departure lience: As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.

I am afraid, my daughter will run mad, My father Glendower is not ready yet,

So much she dotetb on her Mortimer. (erit. Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days :- Mort. Fie! cousiu Percy! how you cross my Within that space, (to Glendower,] you may have

father! drawn together

[men. Hot. I cannot choose: sometimes he angers me, Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentle- With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant, Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, of the dreamer Merlin, and his prophecies ; lords,

And of a dragon, and a finless fish,
And in my conduct shall your ladies come; A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven,
From whom you now must steal, and take no A couching lion, and a l'amping cat,

And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
For there will be a world of water shed,

As puts me from my faith. I tell you what, Upon the parting of your wives and you. He held me but last night, at least nine hours,

Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north froin Burton In reckoning up the several devils' names, In quantity equals not one of yours. (here, That were his lackeys: I cried humph, and See, how this river comes me cranking in,

well,-go to,~ Apd cuts me, from the best of all my land, But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out. As is a tired horse, a railing wife; I'N have the current in this place damm'd up; Worse than a smoky house:- I had rather linn And here the smug and silver Trent shall run, With cheese and garlic, in a windmill, inr,

Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me, And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, In any summer-house in Christendom.

And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep, Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman; Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness ; Exceedingly well read, and profited

Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep, In strange concealments; valiant as a lion, As is the difference betwixt day and night, And wond'rous affable; and as bountiful

The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ? Begins his golden progress in the east. (sing: He holds your temper in a high respect,

Mort. With all my heart I'll sit and hear her And curbs himself even of his natural scope, By that time will our book, I think, be drawn. When you do cross his humour; 'faith, he does :

Glend. Do 80 ; I warrant you, that man is not alive,

And those musicians, that shall play to you, Might so have tempted him as you have done, Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; Without the taste of danger and reproof;

Yet straight they shall be here : sit, and attend. But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.

Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful


[thy lap. blame;

Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in And since your coming hither have done enough Lady M. Go, ye giddy goose, To put him quite besides bis patience.

[Glendower speaks some Welsh words, and You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:

then the music plays. Though sometimes it show greatness, courage,

Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands blood,

Welsh; (And that's the dearest grace it renders you,)

And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous, Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, By'r lady, he's a good musician. Defect of manners, want of government,

Lady P. Then should you be nothing but Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain ; musical; for you are altogether governed by The least of which, haunting a nobleman,

humours. Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady Loseth men's hearts; and leaves behind a stain sing in Welsh. Upon the beauty of all parts besides,

Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, bowl Beguiling them of cominendation.

in Irish. Hot. Well, I am school'd; good manners be Lady P. Would'st thou have thy head broken? your speed !

Hot. No.
Here come our wives, and let us take our leave. Lady P. Then be still.
Re-enter Glendower, with the Ladies.

Hot. Neither ; 'tis a woman's fault.
Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me,-

Lady P. Now God help thee! My wifo can speak no English, I no Welsh. Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed. Glend. My daughter weeps; she will not part Lady P. What's that?

Hot. Peace; she sings. She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.

A Welsh song, sung by Ludy Morlimer. Mort. Good father, tell her,—that she, and my

Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. aunt Percy,

Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth. Shall follow in your conduct speedily.

Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart, you [Glendower speaks to his daughter in Welsh, swear like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in and she answers him in the

good sooth; and, As true as I live; and, As God Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish self- shall mend me; and, As sure as a day: will’d harlotry,

And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy aths One no persuasion can do good upon.

As if thou never walk’dst further than Finsbury. (Lady M. speaks to Mortimer in Welsh. Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art, Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty A good mouth-filling oath ; and leave in sooth, Welsh,

[heavens, And such protest of pepper-ginger-bread, Which thou pourest down from these swelling To velvet-guards, and Sunday-citizens. I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,

Come, sing. In such a parley would I answer thee.

Lady P. I will not sing.

[Lady M. speaks. Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be I understand thy kisses, and thou mine,

red-breast teacher. As the indentures be drawn, And that's a feeling disputation :

I'll away within these two hours; and so como But I will never be a truant, love,

in when you will.

[exit. Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue

Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer; you are Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties bighly penn'd,

as slow, Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go. With ravishing division, to her lute.

By this our book's drawn: we'll but seal, and Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. To horse immediately.

(ther. (Lady M. speaks again, Mort. With all my heart.

ereunt. Mort. O, I am ignorance itself in this..

SCENE II. LONDON. Glend. She bids you

Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, and Lords. Upon the wanton rushes lay you down

K. Hen. Lords, give us leave; the prints of Aod rest your gentle head upon her lap,

Wales and I

with you, .



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