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The Second Part of Henry the Fourth

ACT I

SCENE I. The same.

LORD BARDOLPHWho keeps the gate here, ho?
Where is the earl?
PorterWhat shall I say you are?
LORD BARDOLPHTell thou the earl
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 5That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here.
PorterHis lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard;
Please it your honour, knock but at the gate,
And he himself wilt answer.
LORD BARDOLPHHere comes the earl.
NORTHUMBERLANDAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 10What news, Lord Bardolph? every minute now
Should be the father of some stratagem:
The times are wild: contention, like a horse
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose
And bears down all before him.
LORD BARDOLPHAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 15Noble earl,
I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.
NORTHUMBERLANDGood, an God will!
LORD BARDOLPHAs good as heart can wish:
The king is almost wounded to the death;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 20And, in the fortune of my lord your son,
Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts
Kill'd by the hand of Douglas; young Prince John
And Westmoreland and Stafford fled the field;
And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 25Is prisoner to your son: O, such a day,
So fought, so follow'd and so fairly won,
Came not till now to dignify the times,
Since Caesar's fortunes!
NORTHUMBERLANDHow is this derived?
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 30Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury?
LORD BARDOLPHI spake with one, my lord, that came from thence,
A gentleman well bred and of good name,
That freely render'd me these news for true.
NORTHUMBERLANDHere comes my servant Travers, whom I sent
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 35On Tuesday last to listen after news.
LORD BARDOLPHMy lord, I over-rode him on the way;
And he is furnish'd with no certainties
More than he haply may retail from me.
NORTHUMBERLANDNow, Travers, what good tidings comes with you?
TRAVERSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 40My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back
With joyful tidings; and, being better horsed,
Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard
A gentleman, almost forspent with speed,
That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 45He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him
I did demand what news from Shrewsbury:
He told me that rebellion had bad luck
And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold.
With that, he gave his able horse the head,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 50And bending forward struck his armed heels
Against the panting sides of his poor jade
Up to the rowel-head, and starting so
He seem'd in running to devour the way,
Staying no longer question.
NORTHUMBERLANDAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 55Ha! Again:
Said he young Harry Percy's spur was cold?
Of Hotspur Coldspur? that rebellion
Had met ill luck?
LORD BARDOLPHMy lord, I'll tell you what;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 60If my young lord your son have not the day,
Upon mine honour, for a silken point
I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
NORTHUMBERLANDWhy should that gentleman that rode by Travers
Give then such instances of loss?
LORD BARDOLPHAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 65Who, he?
He was some hilding fellow that had stolen
The horse he rode on, and, upon my life,
Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news.
NORTHUMBERLANDYea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 70Foretells the nature of a tragic volume:
So looks the strand whereon the imperious flood
Hath left a witness'd usurpation.
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury?
MORTONI ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 75Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask
To fright our party.
NORTHUMBERLANDHow doth my son and brother?
Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 80Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
And would have told him half his Troy was burnt;
But Priam found the fire ere he his tongue,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 85And I my Percy's death ere thou report'st it.
This thou wouldst say, 'Your son did thus and thus;
Your brother thus: so fought the noble Douglas:'
Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds:
But in the end, to stop my ear indeed,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 90Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,
Ending with 'Brother, son, and all are dead.'
MORTONDouglas is living, and your brother, yet;
But, for my lord your son —
NORTHUMBERLANDWhy, he is dead.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 95See what a ready tongue suspicion hath!
He that but fears the thing he would not know
Hath by instinct knowledge from others' eyes
That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton;
Tell thou an earl his divination lies,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 100And I will take it as a sweet disgrace
And make thee rich for doing me such wrong.
MORTONYou are too great to be by me gainsaid:
Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.
NORTHUMBERLANDYet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 105I see a strange confession in thine eye:
Thou shakest thy head and hold'st it fear or sin
To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so;
The tongue offends not that reports his death:
And he doth sin that doth belie the dead,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 110Not he which says the dead is not alive.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remember'd tolling a departing friend.
LORD BARDOLPHAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 115I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead.
MORTONI am sorry I should force you to believe
That which I would to God I had not seen;
But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state,
Rendering faint quittance, wearied and out-breathed,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 120To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat down
The never-daunted Percy to the earth,
From whence with life he never more sprung up.
In few, his death, whose spirit lent a fire
Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 125Being bruited once, took fire and heat away
From the best temper'd courage in his troops;
For from his metal was his party steel'd;
Which once in him abated, all the rest
Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 130And as the thing that's heavy in itself,
Upon enforcement flies with greatest speed,
So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear
That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 135Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
Fly from the field. Then was the noble Worcester
Too soon ta'en prisoner; and that furious Scot,
The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword
Had three times slain the appearance of the king,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 140'Gan vail his stomach and did grace the shame
Of those that turn'd their backs, and in his flight,
Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
Is that the king hath won, and hath sent out
A speedy power to encounter you, my lord,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 145Under the conduct of young Lancaster
And Westmoreland. This is the news at full.
NORTHUMBERLANDFor this I shall have time enough to mourn.
In poison there is physic; and these news,
Having been well, that would have made me sick,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 150Being sick, have in some measure made me well:
And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints,
Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,
Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
Out of his keeper's arms, even so my limbs,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 155Weaken'd with grief, being now enraged with grief,
Are thrice themselves. Hence, therefore, thou nice crutch!
A scaly gauntlet now with joints of steel
Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif!
Thou art a guard too wanton for the head
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 160Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit.
Now bind my brows with iron; and approach
The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring
To frown upon the enraged Northumberland!
Let heaven kiss earth! now let not Nature's hand
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 165Keep the wild flood confined! let order die!
And let this world no longer be a stage
To feed contention in a lingering act;
But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 170On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
And darkness be the burier of the dead!
TRAVERSThis strained passion doth you wrong, my lord.
LORD BARDOLPHSweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your honour.
MORTONThe lives of all your loving complices
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 175Lean on your health; the which, if you give o'er
To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
You cast the event of war, my noble lord,
And summ'd the account of chance, before you said
'Let us make head.' It was your presurmise,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 180That, in the dole of blows, your son might drop:
You knew he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge,
More likely to fall in than to get o'er;
You were advised his flesh was capable
Of wounds and scars and that his forward spirit
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 185Would lift him where most trade of danger ranged:
Yet did you say 'Go forth;' and none of this,
Though strongly apprehended, could restrain
The stiff-borne action: what hath then befallen,
Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 190More than that being which was like to be?
LORD BARDOLPHWe all that are engaged to this loss
Knew that we ventured on such dangerous seas
That if we wrought our life 'twas ten to one;
And yet we ventured, for the gain proposed
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 195Choked the respect of likely peril fear'd;
And since we are o'erset, venture again.
Come, we will all put forth, body and goods.
MORTON'Tis more than time: and, my most noble lord,
I hear for certain, and do speak the truth,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 200The gentle Archbishop of York is up
With well-appointed powers: he is a man
Who with a double surety binds his followers.
My lord your son had only but the corpse,
But shadows and the shows of men, to fight;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 205For that same word, rebellion, did divide
The action of their bodies from their souls;
And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd,
As men drink potions, that their weapons only
Seem'd on our side; but, for their spirits and souls,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 210This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,
As fish are in a pond. But now the bishop
Turns insurrection to religion:
Supposed sincere and holy in his thoughts,
He's followed both with body and with mind;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 215And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
Of fair King Richard, scraped from Pomfret stones;
Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause;
Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land,
Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 220And more and less do flock to follow him.
NORTHUMBERLANDI knew of this before; but, to speak truth,
This present grief had wiped it from my mind.
Go in with me; and counsel every man
The aptest way for safety and revenge:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 225Get posts and letters, and make friends with speed:
Never so few, and never yet more need.

ACT I

SCENE II. London. A street.

FALSTAFFSirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my water?
PageHe said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy
water; but, for the party that owed it, he might
have more diseases than he knew for.
FALSTAFFAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 5Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: the
brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not
able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more
than I invent or is invented on me: I am not only
witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 10men. I do here walk before thee like a sow that
hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. If the
prince put thee into my service for any other reason
than to set me off, why then I have no judgment.
Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 15in my cap than to wait at my heels. I was never
manned with an agate till now: but I will inset you
neither in gold nor silver, but in vile apparel, and
send you back again to your master, for a jewel, —
the juvenal, the prince your master, whose chin is
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 20not yet fledged. I will sooner have a beard grow in
the palm of my hand than he shall get one on his
cheek; and yet he will not stick to say his face is
a face-royal: God may finish it when he will, 'tis
not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still at a
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 25face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence
out of it; and yet he'll be crowing as if he had
writ man ever since his father was a bachelor. He
may keep his own grace, but he's almost out of mine,
I can assure him. What said Master Dombledon about
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 30the satin for my short cloak and my slops?
PageHe said, sir, you should procure him better
assurance than Bardolph: he would not take his
band and yours; he liked not the security.
FALSTAFFLet him be damned, like the glutton! pray God his
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 35tongue be hotter! A whoreson Achitophel! a rascally
yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in hand,
and then stand upon security! The whoreson
smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and
bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 40through with them in honest taking up, then they
must stand upon security. I had as lief they would
put ratsbane in my mouth as offer to stop it with
security. I looked a' should have sent me two and
twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 45sends me security. Well, he may sleep in security;
for he hath the horn of abundance, and the lightness
of his wife shines through it: and yet cannot he
see, though he have his own lanthorn to light him.
Where's Bardolph?
PageAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 50He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horse.
FALSTAFFI bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in
Smithfield: an I could get me but a wife in the
stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived.
PageSir, here comes the nobleman that committed the
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 55Prince for striking him about Bardolph.
FALSTAFFWait, close; I will not see him.
Lord Chief-JusticeWhat's he that goes there?
ServantFalstaff, an't please your lordship.
Lord Chief-JusticeHe that was in question for the robbery?
ServantAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 60He, my lord: but he hath since done good service at
Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is now going with some
charge to the Lord John of Lancaster.
Lord Chief-JusticeWhat, to York? Call him back again.
ServantSir John Falstaff!
FALSTAFFAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 65Boy, tell him I am deaf.
PageYou must speak louder; my master is deaf.
Lord Chief-JusticeI am sure he is, to the hearing of any thing good.
Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must speak with him.
ServantSir John!
FALSTAFFAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 70What! a young knave, and begging! Is there not
wars? is there not employment? doth not the king
lack subjects? do not the rebels need soldiers?
Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it
is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 75were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell
how to make it.
ServantYou mistake me, sir.
FALSTAFFWhy, sir, did I say you were an honest man? setting
my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had lied
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 80in my throat, if I had said so.
ServantI pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and our
soldiership aside; and give me leave to tell you,
you lie in your throat, if you say I am any other
than an honest man.
FALSTAFFAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 85I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that
which grows to me! if thou gettest any leave of me,
hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert better be
hanged. You hunt counter: hence! avaunt!
ServantSir, my lord would speak with you.
Lord Chief-JusticeAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 90Sir John Falstaff, a word with you.
FALSTAFFMy good lord! God give your lordship good time of
day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad: I heard
say your lordship was sick: I hope your lordship
goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, though not
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 95clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in
you, some relish of the saltness of time; and I must
humbly beseech your lordship to have a reverent care
of your health.
Lord Chief-JusticeSir John, I sent for you before your expedition to
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 100Shrewsbury.
FALSTAFFAn't please your lordship, I hear his majesty is
returned with some discomfort from Wales.
Lord Chief-JusticeI talk not of his majesty: you would not come when
I sent for you.
FALSTAFFAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 105And I hear, moreover, his highness is fallen into
this same whoreson apoplexy.
Lord Chief-JusticeWell, God mend him! I pray you, let me speak with
you.
FALSTAFFThis apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 110an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the
blood, a whoreson tingling.
Lord Chief-JusticeWhat tell you me of it? be it as it is.
FALSTAFFIt hath its original from much grief, from study and
perturbation of the brain: I have read the cause of
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 115his effects in Galen: it is a kind of deafness.
Lord Chief-JusticeI think you are fallen into the disease; for you
hear not what I say to you.
FALSTAFFVery well, my lord, very well: rather, an't please
you, it is the disease of not listening, the malady
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 120of not marking, that I am troubled withal.
Lord Chief-JusticeTo punish you by the heels would amend the
attention of your ears; and I care not if I do
become your physician.
FALSTAFFI am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 125your lordship may minister the potion of
imprisonment to me in respect of poverty; but how
should I be your patient to follow your
prescriptions, the wise may make some dram of a
scruple, or indeed a scruple itself.
Lord Chief-JusticeAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 130I sent for you, when there were matters against you
for your life, to come speak with me.
FALSTAFFAs I was then advised by my learned counsel in the
laws of this land-service, I did not come.
Lord Chief-JusticeWell, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infamy.
FALSTAFFAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 135He that buckles him in my belt cannot live in less.
Lord Chief-JusticeYour means are very slender, and your waste is great.
FALSTAFFI would it were otherwise; I would my means were
greater, and my waist slenderer.
Lord Chief-JusticeYou have misled the youthful prince.
FALSTAFFAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 140The young prince hath misled me: I am the fellow
with the great belly, and he my dog.
Lord Chief-JusticeWell, I am loath to gall a new-healed wound: your
day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded
over your night's exploit on Gad's-hill: you may
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 145thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'er-posting
that action.
FALSTAFFMy lord?
Lord Chief-JusticeBut since all is well, keep it so: wake not a
sleeping wolf.
FALSTAFFAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 150To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox.
Lord Chief-JusticeWhat! you are as a candle, the better part burnt
out.
FALSTAFFA wassail candle, my lord, all tallow: if I did say
of wax, my growth would approve the truth.
Lord Chief-JusticeAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 155There is not a white hair on your face but should
have his effect of gravity.
FALSTAFFHis effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.
Lord Chief-JusticeYou follow the young prince up and down, like his
ill angel.
FALSTAFFAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 160Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light; but I hope
he that looks upon me will take me without weighing:
and yet, in some respects, I grant, I cannot go: I
cannot tell. Virtue is of so little regard in these
costermonger times that true valour is turned
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 165bear-herd: pregnancy is made a tapster, and hath
his quick wit wasted in giving reckonings: all the
other gifts appertinent to man, as the malice of
this age shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry.
You that are old consider not the capacities of us
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 170that are young; you do measure the heat of our
livers with the bitterness of your galls: and we
that are in the vaward of our youth, I must confess,
are wags too.
Lord Chief-JusticeDo you set down your name in the scroll of youth,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 175that are written down old with all the characters of
age? Have you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a
yellow cheek? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an
increasing belly? is not your voice broken? your
wind short? your chin double? your wit single? and
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 180every part about you blasted with antiquity? and
will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John!
FALSTAFFMy lord, I was born about three of the clock in the
afternoon, with a white head and something a round
belly. For my voice, I have lost it with halloing
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 185and singing of anthems. To approve my youth
further, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in
judgment and understanding; and he that will caper
with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the
money, and have at him! For the box of the ear that
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 190the prince gave you, he gave it like a rude prince,
and you took it like a sensible lord. I have
chequed him for it, and the young lion repents;
marry, not in ashes and sackcloth, but in new silk
and old sack.
Lord Chief-JusticeAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 195Well, God send the prince a better companion!
FALSTAFFGod send the companion a better prince! I cannot
rid my hands of him.
Lord Chief-JusticeWell, the king hath severed you and Prince Harry: I
hear you are going with Lord John of Lancaster
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 200against the Archbishop and the Earl of
Northumberland.
FALSTAFFYea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But look
you pray, all you that kiss my lady Peace at home,
that our armies join not in a hot day; for, by the
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 205Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean
not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day,
and I brandish any thing but a bottle, I would I
might never spit white again. There is not a
dangerous action can peep out his head but I am
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 210thrust upon it: well, I cannot last ever: but it
was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if
they have a good thing, to make it too common. If
ye will needs say I am an old man, you should give
me rest. I would to God my name were not so
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 215terrible to the enemy as it is: I were better to be
eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to
nothing with perpetual motion.
Lord Chief-JusticeWell, be honest, be honest; and God bless your
expedition!
FALSTAFFAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 220Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to
furnish me forth?
Lord Chief-JusticeNot a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient to
bear crosses. Fare you well: commend me to my
cousin Westmoreland.
FALSTAFFAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 225If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. A man
can no more separate age and covetousness than a'
can part young limbs and lechery: but the gout
galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; and
so both the degrees prevent my curses. Boy!
PageAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 230Sir?
FALSTAFFWhat money is in my purse?
PageSeven groats and two pence.
FALSTAFFI can get no remedy against this consumption of the
purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 235but the disease is incurable. Go bear this letter
to my Lord of Lancaster; this to the prince; this
to the Earl of Westmoreland; and this to old
Mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry
since I perceived the first white hair on my chin.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 240About it: you know where to find me.
A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for
the one or the other plays the rogue with my great
toe. 'Tis no matter if I do halt; I have the wars
for my colour, and my pension shall seem the more
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 245reasonable. A good wit will make use of any thing:
I will turn diseases to commodity.

ACT I

SCENE III. York. The Archbishop's palace.

ARCHBISHOP OF YORKThus have you heard our cause and known our means;
And, my most noble friends, I pray you all,
Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes:
And first, lord marshal, what say you to it?
MOWBRAYAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 5I well allow the occasion of our arms;
But gladly would be better satisfied
How in our means we should advance ourselves
To look with forehead bold and big enough
Upon the power and puissance of the king.
HASTINGSAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 10Our present musters grow upon the file
To five and twenty thousand men of choice;
And our supplies live largely in the hope
Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns
With an incensed fire of injuries.
LORD BARDOLPHAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 15The question then, Lord Hastings, standeth thus;
Whether our present five and twenty thousand
May hold up head without Northumberland?
HASTINGSWith him, we may.
LORD BARDOLPHYea, marry, there's the point:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 20But if without him we be thought too feeble,
My judgment is, we should not step too far
Till we had his assistance by the hand;
For in a theme so bloody-faced as this
Conjecture, expectation, and surmise
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 25Of aids incertain should not be admitted.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK'Tis very true, Lord Bardolph; for indeed
It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury.
LORD BARDOLPHIt was, my lord; who lined himself with hope,
Eating the air on promise of supply,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 30Flattering himself in project of a power
Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts:
And so, with great imagination
Proper to madmen, led his powers to death
And winking leap'd into destruction.
HASTINGSAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 35But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt
To lay down likelihoods and forms of hope.
LORD BARDOLPHYes, if this present quality of war,
Indeed the instant action: a cause on foot
Lives so in hope as in an early spring
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 40We see the appearing buds; which to prove fruit,
Hope gives not so much warrant as despair
That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build,
We first survey the plot, then draw the model;
And when we see the figure of the house,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 45Then must we rate the cost of the erection;
Which if we find outweighs ability,
What do we then but draw anew the model
In fewer offices, or at last desist
To build at all? Much more, in this great work,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 50Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down
And set another up, should we survey
The plot of situation and the model,
Consent upon a sure foundation,
Question surveyors, know our own estate,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 55How able such a work to undergo,
To weigh against his opposite; or else
We fortify in paper and in figures,
Using the names of men instead of men:
Like one that draws the model of a house
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 60Beyond his power to build it; who, half through,
Gives o'er and leaves his part-created cost
A naked subject to the weeping clouds
And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.
HASTINGSGrant that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 65Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd
The utmost man of expectation,
I think we are a body strong enough,
Even as we are, to equal with the king.
LORD BARDOLPHWhat, is the king but five and twenty thousand?
HASTINGSAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 70To us no more; nay, not so much, Lord Bardolph.
For his divisions, as the times do brawl,
Are in three heads: one power against the French,
And one against Glendower; perforce a third
Must take up us: so is the unfirm king
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 75In three divided; and his coffers sound
With hollow poverty and emptiness.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKThat he should draw his several strengths together
And come against us in full puissance,
Need not be dreaded.
HASTINGSAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 80If he should do so,
He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh
Baying him at the heels: never fear that.
LORD BARDOLPHWho is it like should lead his forces hither?
HASTINGSThe Duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland;
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 85Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth:
But who is substituted 'gainst the French,
I have no certain notice.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKLet us on,
And publish the occasion of our arms.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 90The commonwealth is sick of their own choice;
Their over-greedy love hath surfeited:
An habitation giddy and unsure
Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
O thou fond many, with what loud applause
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 95Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke,
Before he was what thou wouldst have him be!
And being now trimm'd in thine own desires,
Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,
That thou provokest thyself to cast him up.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 100So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge
Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;
And now thou wouldst eat thy dead vomit up,
And howl'st to find it. What trust is in
these times?
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 105They that, when Richard lived, would have him die,
Are now become enamour'd on his grave:
Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head
When through proud London he came sighing on
After the admired heels of Bolingbroke,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 110Criest now 'O earth, yield us that king again,
And take thou this!' O thoughts of men accursed!
Past and to come seems best; things present worst.
MOWBRAYShall we go draw our numbers and set on?
HASTINGSWe are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

ACT II

SCENE I. London. A street.

MISTRESS QUICKLYMaster Fang, have you entered the action?
FANGIt is entered.
MISTRESS QUICKLYWhere's your yeoman? Is't a lusty yeoman?
Will a' stand to 't?
FANGAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 5Sirrah, where's Snare?
MISTRESS QUICKLYO Lord, ay! good Master Snare.
SNAREHere, here.
FANGSnare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.
MISTRESS QUICKLYYea, good Master Snare; I have entered him
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 10and all.
SNAREIt may chance cost some of us our lives, for
he will stab.
MISTRESS QUICKLYAlas the day! take heed of him; he stabbed
me in mine own house, and that most beastly: in good faith, he
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 15cares not what mischief he does. If his weapon be
out: he will foin like any devil; he will spare neither
man, woman, nor child.
FANGIf I can close with him, I care not for his
thrust.
MISTRESS QUICKLYAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 20No, nor I neither: I'll be at your elbow.
FANGAn I but fist him once; an a' come but
within my vice, —
MISTRESS QUICKLYI am undone by his going; I warrant you,
he's an infinitive thing upon my score. Good Master
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 25Fang, hold him sure: good Master Snare, let him
not 'scape. A' comes continuantly to Pie-corner
— saving your manhoods — to buy a saddle; and he is
indited to dinner to the Lubber's-head in Lumbert
street, to Master Smooth's the silkman: I pray ye,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 30since my exion is entered and my case so openly
known to the world, let him be brought in to his
answer. A hundred mark is a long one for a poor lone
woman to bear: and I have borne, and borne, and
borne, and have been fubbed off, and fubbed off, and
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 35fubbed off, from this day to that day, that it is a
shame to be thought on. There is no honesty in such
dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass and a
beast, to bear every knave's wrong.
Yonder he comes; and that errant malmsey-nose knave,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 40Bardolph, with him. Do your offices, do your
offices: Master Fang and Master Snare, do me, do me,
do me your offices.
FALSTAFFHow now! whose mare's dead? what's the matter?
FANGSir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mistress Quickly.
FALSTAFFAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 45Away, varlets! Draw, Bardolph: cut me off the
villain's head: throw the quean in the channel.
MISTRESS QUICKLYThrow me in the channel! I'll throw thee in the
channel. Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly
rogue! Murder, murder! Ah, thou honeysuckle
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 50villain! wilt thou kill God's officers and the
king's? Ah, thou honey-seed rogue! thou art a
honey-seed, a man-queller, and a woman-queller.
FALSTAFFKeep them off, Bardolph.
FANGA rescue! a rescue!
MISTRESS QUICKLYAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 55Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou wo't, wo't
thou? Thou wo't, wo't ta? do, do, thou rogue! do,
thou hemp-seed!
FALSTAFFAway, you scullion! you rampallion! You
fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.
Lord Chief-JusticeAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 60What is the matter? keep the peace here, ho!
MISTRESS QUICKLYGood my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, stand to me.
Lord Chief-JusticeHow now, Sir John! what are you brawling here?
Doth this become your place, your time and business?
You should have been well on your way to York.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 65Stand from him, fellow: wherefore hang'st upon him?
MISTRESS QUICKLYO most worshipful lord, an't please your grace, I am
a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.
Lord Chief-JusticeFor what sum?
MISTRESS QUICKLYIt is more than for some, my lord; it is for all,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 70all I have. He hath eaten me out of house and home;
he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of
his: but I will have some of it out again, or I
will ride thee o' nights like the mare.
FALSTAFFI think I am as like to ride the mare, if I have
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 75any vantage of ground to get up.
Lord Chief-JusticeHow comes this, Sir John? Fie! what man of good
temper would endure this tempest of exclamation?
Are you not ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so
rough a course to come by her own?
FALSTAFFAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 80What is the gross sum that I owe thee?
MISTRESS QUICKLYMarry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself and the
money too. Thou didst swear to me upon a
parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber,
at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 85Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the prince broke
thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of
Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was
washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady
thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 90Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me
gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of
vinegar; telling us she had a good dish of prawns;
whereby thou didst desire to eat some; whereby I
told thee they were ill for a green wound? And
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 95didst thou not, when she was gone down stairs,
desire me to be no more so familiarity with such
poor people; saying that ere long they should call
me madam? And didst thou not kiss me and bid me
fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 100book-oath: deny it, if thou canst.
FALSTAFFMy lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she says up
and down the town that the eldest son is like you:
she hath been in good case, and the truth is,
poverty hath distracted her. But for these foolish
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 105officers, I beseech you I may have redress against them.
Lord Chief-JusticeSir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your
manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. It
is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words
that come with such more than impudent sauciness
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 110from you, can thrust me from a level consideration:
you have, as it appears to me, practised upon the
easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made her
serve your uses both in purse and in person.
MISTRESS QUICKLYYea, in truth, my lord.
Lord Chief-JusticeAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 115Pray thee, peace. Pay her the debt you owe her, and
unpay the villany you have done her: the one you
may do with sterling money, and the other with
current repentance.
FALSTAFFMy lord, I will not undergo this sneap without
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 120reply. You call honourable boldness impudent
sauciness: if a man will make courtesy and say
nothing, he is virtuous: no, my lord, my humble
duty remembered, I will not be your suitor. I say
to you, I do desire deliverance from these officers,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 125being upon hasty employment in the king's affairs.
Lord Chief-JusticeYou speak as having power to do wrong: but answer
in the effect of your reputation, and satisfy this
poor woman.
FALSTAFFCome hither, hostess.
Lord Chief-JusticeAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 130Now, Master Gower, what news?
GOWERThe king, my lord, and Harry Prince of Wales
Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells.
FALSTAFFAs I am a gentleman.
MISTRESS QUICKLYFaith, you said so before.
FALSTAFFAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 135As I am a gentleman. Come, no more words of it.
MISTRESS QUICKLYBy this heavenly ground I tread on, I must be fain
to pawn both my plate and the tapestry of my
dining-chambers.
FALSTAFFGlasses, glasses is the only drinking: and for thy
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 140walls, a pretty slight drollery, or the story of
the Prodigal, or the German hunting in water-work,
is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings and these
fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, if thou
canst. Come, an 'twere not for thy humours, there's
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 145not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face,
and draw the action. Come, thou must not be in
this humour with me; dost not know me? come, come, I
know thou wast set on to this.
MISTRESS QUICKLYPray thee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles: i'
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 150faith, I am loath to pawn my plate, so God save me,
la!
FALSTAFFLet it alone; I'll make other shift: you'll be a
fool still.
MISTRESS QUICKLYWell, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown. I
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 155hope you'll come to supper. You'll pay me all together?
FALSTAFFWill I live?
Go, with her, with her; hook on, hook on.
MISTRESS QUICKLYWill you have Doll Tearsheet meet you at supper?
FALSTAFFNo more words; let's have her.
Lord Chief-JusticeAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 160I have heard better news.
FALSTAFFWhat's the news, my lord?
Lord Chief-JusticeWhere lay the king last night?
GOWERAt Basingstoke, my lord.
FALSTAFFI hope, my lord, all's well: what is the news, my lord?
Lord Chief-JusticeAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 165Come all his forces back?
GOWERNo; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse,
Are marched up to my lord of Lancaster,
Against Northumberland and the Archbishop.
FALSTAFFComes the king back from Wales, my noble lord?
Lord Chief-JusticeAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 170You shall have letters of me presently:
Come, go along with me, good Master Gower.
FALSTAFFMy lord!
Lord Chief-JusticeWhat's the matter?
FALSTAFFMaster Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner?
GOWERAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 175I must wait upon my good lord here; I thank you,
good Sir John.
Lord Chief-JusticeSir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to
take soldiers up in counties as you go.
FALSTAFFWill you sup with me, Master Gower?
Lord Chief-JusticeAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 180What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John?
FALSTAFFMaster Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool
that taught them me. This is the right fencing
grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so part fair.
Lord Chief-JusticeNow the Lord lighten thee! thou art a great fool.

ACT II

SCENE II. London. Another street.

PRINCE HENRYBefore God, I am exceeding weary.
POINSIs't come to that? I had thought weariness durst not
have attached one of so high blood.
PRINCE HENRYFaith, it does me; though it discolours the
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 5complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth
it not show vilely in me to desire small beer?
POINSWhy, a prince should not be so loosely studied as
to remember so weak a composition.
PRINCE HENRYBelike then my appetite was not princely got; for,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 10by my troth, I do now remember the poor creature,
small beer. But, indeed, these humble
considerations make me out of love with my
greatness. What a disgrace is it to me to remember
thy name! or to know thy face to-morrow! or to
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 15take note how many pair of silk stockings thou
hast, viz. these, and those that were thy
peach-coloured ones! or to bear the inventory of thy
shirts, as, one for superfluity, and another for
use! But that the tennis-court-keeper knows better
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 20than I; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee when
thou keepest not racket there; as thou hast not done
a great while, because the rest of thy low
countries have made a shift to eat up thy holland:
and God knows, whether those that bawl out the ruins
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 25of thy linen shall inherit his kingdom: but the
midwives say the children are not in the fault;
whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are
mightily strengthened.
POINSHow ill it follows, after you have laboured so hard,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 30you should talk so idly! Tell me, how many good
young princes would do so, their fathers being so
sick as yours at this time is?
PRINCE HENRYShall I tell thee one thing, Poins?
POINSYes, faith; and let it be an excellent good thing.
PRINCE HENRYAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 35It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine.
POINSGo to; I stand the push of your one thing that you
will tell.
PRINCE HENRYMarry, I tell thee, it is not meet that I should be
sad, now my father is sick: albeit I could tell
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 40thee, as to one it pleases me, for fault of a
better, to call my friend, I could be sad, and sad
indeed too.
POINSVery hardly upon such a subject.
PRINCE HENRYBy this hand thou thinkest me as far in the devil's
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 45book as thou and Falstaff for obduracy and
persistency: let the end try the man. But I tell
thee, my heart bleeds inwardly that my father is so
sick: and keeping such vile company as thou art
hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow.
POINSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 50The reason?
PRINCE HENRYWhat wouldst thou think of me, if I should weep?
POINSI would think thee a most princely hypocrite.
PRINCE HENRYIt would be every man's thought; and thou art a
blessed fellow to think as every man thinks: never
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 55a man's thought in the world keeps the road-way
better than thine: every man would think me an
hypocrite indeed. And what accites your most
worshipful thought to think so?
POINSWhy, because you have been so lewd and so much
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 60engraffed to Falstaff.
PRINCE HENRYAnd to thee.
POINSBy this light, I am well spoke on; I can hear it
with my own ears: the worst that they can say of
me is that I am a second brother and that I am a
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 65proper fellow of my hands; and those two things, I
confess, I cannot help. By the mass, here comes Bardolph.
PRINCE HENRYAnd the boy that I gave Falstaff: a' had him from
me Christian; and look, if the fat villain have not
transformed him ape.
BARDOLPHAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 70God save your grace!
PRINCE HENRYAnd yours, most noble Bardolph!
BARDOLPHCome, you virtuous ass, you bashful fool, must you
be blushing? wherefore blush you now? What a
maidenly man-at-arms are you become! Is't such a
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 75matter to get a pottle-pot's maidenhead?
PageA' calls me e'en now, my lord, through a red
lattice, and I could discern no part of his face
from the window: at last I spied his eyes, and
methought he had made two holes in the ale-wife's
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 80new petticoat and so peeped through.
PRINCE HENRYHas not the boy profited?
BARDOLPHAway, you whoreson upright rabbit, away!
PageAway, you rascally Althaea's dream, away!
PRINCE HENRYInstruct us, boy; what dream, boy?
PageAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 85Marry, my lord, Althaea dreamed she was delivered
of a fire-brand; and therefore I call him her dream.
PRINCE HENRYA crown's worth of good interpretation: there 'tis,
boy.
POINSO, that this good blossom could be kept from
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 90cankers! Well, there is sixpence to preserve thee.
BARDOLPHAn you do not make him hanged among you, the
gallows shall have wrong.
PRINCE HENRYAnd how doth thy master, Bardolph?
BARDOLPHWell, my lord. He heard of your grace's coming to
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 95town: there's a letter for you.
POINSDelivered with good respect. And how doth the
martlemas, your master?
BARDOLPHIn bodily health, sir.
POINSMarry, the immortal part needs a physician; but
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 100that moves not him: though that be sick, it dies
not.
PRINCE HENRYI do allow this wen to be as familiar with me as my
dog; and he holds his place; for look you how be writes.
POINS 'John Falstaff, knight,' — every man must
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 105know that, as oft as he has occasion to name
himself: even like those that are kin to the king;
for they never prick their finger but they say,
'There's some of the king's blood spilt.' 'How
comes that?' says he, that takes upon him not to
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 110conceive. The answer is as ready as a borrower's
cap, 'I am the king's poor cousin, sir.'
PRINCE HENRYNay, they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it
from Japhet. But to the letter.
POINS 'Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 115the king, nearest his father, Harry Prince of
Wales, greeting.' Why, this is a certificate.
PRINCE HENRYPeace!
POINS 'I will imitate the honourable Romans in
brevity:' he sure means brevity in breath,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 120short-winded. 'I commend me to thee, I commend
thee, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with
Poins; for he misuses thy favours so much, that he
swears thou art to marry his sister Nell. Repent
at idle times as thou mayest; and so, farewell.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 125Thine, by yea and no, which is as much as to
say, as thou usest him, JACK FALSTAFF with my
familiars, JOHN with my brothers and sisters,
and SIR JOHN with all Europe.'
My lord, I'll steep this letter in sack and make him eat it.
PRINCE HENRYAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 130That's to make him eat twenty of his words. But do
you use me thus, Ned? must I marry your sister?
POINSGod send the wench no worse fortune! But I never said so.
PRINCE HENRYWell, thus we play the fools with the time, and the
spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 135Is your master here in London?
BARDOLPHYea, my lord.
PRINCE HENRYWhere sups he? doth the old boar feed in the old frank?
BARDOLPHAt the old place, my lord, in Eastcheap.
PRINCE HENRYWhat company?
PageAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 140Ephesians, my lord, of the old church.
PRINCE HENRYSup any women with him?
PageNone, my lord, but old Mistress Quickly and
Mistress Doll Tearsheet.
PRINCE HENRYWhat pagan may that be?
PageAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 145A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kinswoman of my master's.
PRINCE HENRYEven such kin as the parish heifers are to the town
bull. Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper?
POINSI am your shadow, my lord; I'll follow you.
PRINCE HENRYSirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 150master that I am yet come to town: there's for
your silence.
BARDOLPHI have no tongue, sir.
PageAnd for mine, sir, I will govern it.
PRINCE HENRYFare you well; go.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 155This Doll Tearsheet should be some road.
POINSI warrant you, as common as the way between Saint
Alban's and London.
PRINCE HENRYHow might we see Falstaff bestow himself to-night
in his true colours, and not ourselves be seen?
POINSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 160Put on two leathern jerkins and aprons, and wait
upon him at his table as drawers.
PRINCE HENRYFrom a God to a bull? a heavy decension! it was
Jove's case. From a prince to a prentice? a low
transformation! that shall be mine; for in every
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 165thing the purpose must weigh with the folly.
Follow me, Ned.

ACT II

SCENE III. Warkworth. Before the castle.

NORTHUMBERLANDI pray thee, loving wife, and gentle daughter,
Give even way unto my rough affairs:
Put not you on the visage of the times
And be like them to Percy troublesome.
LADY NORTHUMBERLANDAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 5I have given over, I will speak no more:
Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide.
NORTHUMBERLANDAlas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn;
And, but my going, nothing can redeem it.
LADY PERCYO yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars!
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 10The time was, father, that you broke your word,
When you were more endeared to it than now;
When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry,
Threw many a northward look to see his father
Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 15Who then persuaded you to stay at home?
There were two honours lost, yours and your son's.
For yours, the God of heaven brighten it!
For his, it stuck upon him as the sun
In the grey vault of heaven, and by his light
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 20Did all the chivalry of England move
To do brave acts: he was indeed the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves:
He had no legs that practised not his gait;
And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 25Became the accents of the valiant;
For those that could speak low and tardily
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To seem like him: so that in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 30In military rules, humours of blood,
He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion'd others. And him, O wondrous him!
O miracle of men! him did you leave,
Second to none, unseconded by you,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 35To look upon the hideous god of war
In disadvantage; to abide a field
Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name
Did seem defensible: so you left him.
Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 40To hold your honour more precise and nice
With others than with him! let them alone:
The marshal and the archbishop are strong:
Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 45Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave.
NORTHUMBERLANDBeshrew your heart,
Fair daughter, you do draw my spirits from me
With new lamenting ancient oversights.
But I must go and meet with danger there,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 50Or it will seek me in another place
And find me worse provided.
LADY NORTHUMBERLANDO, fly to Scotland,
Till that the nobles and the armed commons
Have of their puissance made a little taste.
LADY PERCYAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 55If they get ground and vantage of the king,
Then join you with them, like a rib of steel,
To make strength stronger; but, for all our loves,
First let them try themselves. So did your son;
He was so suffer'd: so came I a widow;
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 60And never shall have length of life enough
To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,
That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven,
For recordation to my noble husband.
NORTHUMBERLANDCome, come, go in with me. 'Tis with my mind
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 65As with the tide swell'd up unto his height,
That makes a still-stand, running neither way:
Fain would I go to meet the archbishop,
But many thousand reasons hold me back.
I will resolve for Scotland: there am I,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 70Till time and vantage crave my company.

ACT II

SCENE IV. London. The Boar's-head Tavern in Eastcheap.

First DrawerWhat the devil hast thou brought there? apple-johns?
thou knowest Sir John cannot endure an apple-john.
Second DrawerMass, thou sayest true. The prince once set a dish
of apple-johns before him, and told him there were
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 5five more Sir Johns, and, putting off his hat, said
'I will now take my leave of these six dry, round,
old, withered knights.' It angered him to the
heart: but he hath forgot that.
First DrawerWhy, then, cover, and set them down: and see if
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 10thou canst find out Sneak's noise; Mistress
Tearsheet would fain hear some music. Dispatch: the
room where they supped is too hot; they'll come in straight.
Second DrawerSirrah, here will be the prince and Master Poins
anon; and they will put on two of our jerkins and
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 15aprons; and Sir John must not know of it: Bardolph
hath brought word.
First DrawerBy the mass, here will be old Utis: it will be an
excellent stratagem.
Second DrawerI'll see if I can find out Sneak.
MISTRESS QUICKLYAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 20I' faith, sweetheart, methinks now you are in an
excellent good temperality: your pulsidge beats as
extraordinarily as heart would desire; and your
colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose, in good
truth, la! But, i' faith, you have drunk too much
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 25canaries; and that's a marvellous searching wine,
and it perfumes the blood ere one can say 'What's
this?' How do you now?
DOLL TEARSHEETBetter than I was: hem!
MISTRESS QUICKLYWhy, that's well said; a good heart's worth gold.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 30Lo, here comes Sir John.
FALSTAFF 'When Arthur first in court,'
— Empty the jordan.
— 'And was a worthy king.' How now, Mistress Doll!
MISTRESS QUICKLYSick of a calm; yea, good faith.
FALSTAFFAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 35So is all her sect; an they be once in a calm, they are sick.
DOLL TEARSHEETYou muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me?
FALSTAFFYou make fat rascals, Mistress Doll.
DOLL TEARSHEETI make them! gluttony and diseases make them; I
make them not.
FALSTAFFAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 40If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to
make the diseases, Doll: we catch of you, Doll, we
catch of you; grant that, my poor virtue grant that.
DOLL TEARSHEETYea, joy, our chains and our jewels.
FALSTAFF'Your broaches, pearls, and ouches:' for to serve
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 45bravely is to come halting off, you know: to come
off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to
surgery bravely; to venture upon the charged
chambers bravely, —
DOLL TEARSHEETHang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself!
MISTRESS QUICKLYAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 50By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two never
meet but you fall to some discord: you are both,
i' good truth, as rheumatic as two dry toasts; you
cannot one bear with another's confirmities. What
the good-year! one must bear, and that must be
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 55you: you are the weaker vessel, as they say, the
emptier vessel.
DOLL TEARSHEETCan a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full
hogshead? there's a whole merchant's venture of
Bourdeaux stuff in him; you have not seen a hulk
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 60better stuffed in the hold. Come, I'll be friends
with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars; and
whether I shall ever see thee again or no, there is
nobody cares.
First DrawerSir, Ancient Pistol's below, and would speak with
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 65you.
DOLL TEARSHEETHang him, swaggering rascal! let him not come
hither: it is the foul-mouthed'st rogue in England.
MISTRESS QUICKLYIf he swagger, let him not come here: no, by my
faith; I must live among my neighbours: I'll no
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 70swaggerers: I am in good name and fame with the
very best: shut the door; there comes no swaggerers
here: I have not lived all this while, to have
swaggering now: shut the door, I pray you.
FALSTAFFDost thou hear, hostess?
MISTRESS QUICKLYAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 75Pray ye, pacify yourself, Sir John: there comes no
swaggerers here.
FALSTAFFDost thou hear? it is mine ancient.
MISTRESS QUICKLYTilly-fally, Sir John, ne'er tell me: your ancient
swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before Master
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 80Tisick, the debuty, t'other day; and, as he said to
me, 'twas no longer ago than Wednesday last, 'I'
good faith, neighbour Quickly,' says he; Master
Dumbe, our minister, was by then; 'neighbour
Quickly,' says he, 'receive those that are civil;
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 85for,' said he, 'you are in an ill name:' now a'
said so, I can tell whereupon; 'for,' says he, 'you
are an honest woman, and well thought on; therefore
take heed what guests you receive: receive,' says
he, 'no swaggering companions.' There comes none
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 90here: you would bless you to hear what he said:
no, I'll no swaggerers.
FALSTAFFHe's no swaggerer, hostess; a tame cheater, i'
faith; you may stroke him as gently as a puppy
greyhound: he'll not swagger with a Barbary hen, if
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 95her feathers turn back in any show of resistance.
Call him up, drawer.
MISTRESS QUICKLYCheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man my
house, nor no cheater: but I do not love
swaggering, by my troth; I am the worse, when one
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 100says swagger: feel, masters, how I shake; look you,
I warrant you.
DOLL TEARSHEETSo you do, hostess.
MISTRESS QUICKLYDo I? yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere an aspen
leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers.
PISTOLAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 105God save you, Sir John!
FALSTAFFWelcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge
you with a cup of sack: do you discharge upon mine hostess.
PISTOLI will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.
FALSTAFFShe is Pistol-proof, sir; you shall hardly offend
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 110her.
MISTRESS QUICKLYCome, I'll drink no proofs nor no bullets: I'll
drink no more than will do me good, for no man's
pleasure, I.
PISTOLThen to you, Mistress Dorothy; I will charge you.
DOLL TEARSHEETAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 115Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What!
you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen
mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! I am meat for
your master.
PISTOLI know you, Mistress Dorothy.
DOLL TEARSHEETAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 120Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away!
by this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy
chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away,
you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale
juggler, you! Since when, I pray you, sir? God's
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 125light, with two points on your shoulder? much!
PISTOLGod let me not live, but I will murder your ruff for this.
FALSTAFFNo more, Pistol; I would not have you go off here:
discharge yourself of our company, Pistol.
MISTRESS QUICKLYNo, Good Captain Pistol; not here, sweet captain.
DOLL TEARSHEETAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 130Captain! thou abominable damned cheater, art thou
not ashamed to be called captain? An captains were
of my mind, they would truncheon you out, for
taking their names upon you before you have earned
them. You a captain! you slave, for what? for
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 135tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house? He a
captain! hang him, rogue! he lives upon mouldy
stewed prunes and dried cakes. A captain! God's
light, these villains will make the word as odious
as the word 'occupy;' which was an excellent good
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 140word before it was ill sorted: therefore captains
had need look to 't.
BARDOLPHPray thee, go down, good ancient.
FALSTAFFHark thee hither, Mistress Doll.
PISTOLNot I I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 145tear her: I'll be revenged of her.
PagePray thee, go down.
PISTOLI'll see her damned first; to Pluto's damned lake,
by this hand, to the infernal deep, with Erebus and
tortures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 150Down, down, dogs! down, faitors! Have we not
Hiren here?
MISTRESS QUICKLYGood Captain Peesel, be quiet; 'tis very late, i'
faith: I beseek you now, aggravate your choler.
PISTOLThese be good humours, indeed! Shall pack-horses
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 155And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,
Which cannot go but thirty mile a-day,
Compare with Caesars, and with Cannibals,
And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them with
King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 160Shall we fall foul for toys?
MISTRESS QUICKLYBy my troth, captain, these are very bitter words.
BARDOLPHBe gone, good ancient: this will grow to abrawl anon.
PISTOLDie men like dogs! give crowns like pins! Have we
not Heren here?
MISTRESS QUICKLYAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 165O' my word, captain, there's none such here. What
the good-year! do you think I would deny her? For
God's sake, be quiet.
PISTOLThen feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis.
Come, give's some sack.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 170'Si fortune me tormente, sperato me contento.'
Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire:
Give me some sack: and, sweetheart, lie thou there.
Come we to full points here; and are etceteras nothing?
FALSTAFFPistol, I would be quiet.
PISTOLAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 175Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf: what! we have seen
the seven stars.
DOLL TEARSHEETFor God's sake, thrust him down stairs: I cannot
endure such a fustian rascal.
PISTOLThrust him down stairs! know we not Galloway nags?
FALSTAFFAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 180Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groat
shilling: nay, an a' do nothing but speak nothing,
a' shall be nothing here.
BARDOLPHCome, get you down stairs.
PISTOLWhat! shall we have incision? shall we imbrue?
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 185Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days!
Why, then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds
Untwine the Sisters Three! Come, Atropos, I say!
MISTRESS QUICKLYHere's goodly stuff toward!
FALSTAFFGive me my rapier, boy.
DOLL TEARSHEETAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 190I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw.
FALSTAFFGet you down stairs.
MISTRESS QUICKLYHere's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear keeping
house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and frights.
So; murder, I warrant now. Alas, alas! put up
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 195your naked weapons, put up your naked weapons.
DOLL TEARSHEETI pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal's gone.
Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, you!
MISTRESS QUICKLYHe you not hurt i' the groin? methought a' made a
shrewd thrust at your belly.
FALSTAFFAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 200Have you turned him out o' doors?
BARDOLPHYea, sir. The rascal's drunk: you have hurt him,
sir, i' the shoulder.
FALSTAFFA rascal! to brave me!
DOLL TEARSHEETAh, you sweet little rogue, you! alas, poor ape,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 205how thou sweatest! come, let me wipe thy face;
come on, you whoreson chops: ah, rogue! i'faith, I
love thee: thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy,
worth five of Agamemnon, and ten times better than
the Nine Worthies: ah, villain!
FALSTAFFAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 210A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket.
DOLL TEARSHEETDo, an thou darest for thy heart: an thou dost,
I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets.
PageThe music is come, sir.
FALSTAFFLet them play. Play, sirs. Sit on my knee, Doll.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 215A rascal bragging slave! the rogue fled from me
like quicksilver.
DOLL TEARSHEETI' faith, and thou followedst him like a church.
Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig,
when wilt thou leave fighting o' days and foining
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 220o' nights, and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven?
FALSTAFFPeace, good Doll! do not speak like a death's-head;
do not bid me remember mine end.
DOLL TEARSHEETSirrah, what humour's the prince of?
FALSTAFFA good shallow young fellow: a' would have made a
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 225good pantler, a' would ha' chipp'd bread well.
DOLL TEARSHEETThey say Poins has a good wit.
FALSTAFFHe a good wit? hang him, baboon! his wit's as thick
as Tewksbury mustard; there's no more conceit in him
than is in a mallet.
DOLL TEARSHEETAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 230Why does the prince love him so, then?
FALSTAFFBecause their legs are both of a bigness, and a'
plays at quoits well, and eats conger and fennel,
and drinks off candles' ends for flap-dragons, and
rides the wild-mare with the boys, and jumps upon
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 235joined-stools, and swears with a good grace, and
wears his boots very smooth, like unto the sign of
the leg, and breeds no bate with telling of discreet
stories; and such other gambol faculties a' has,
that show a weak mind and an able body, for the
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 240which the prince admits him: for the prince himself
is such another; the weight of a hair will turn the
scales between their avoirdupois.
PRINCE HENRYWould not this nave of a wheel have his ears cut off?
POINSLet's beat him before his whore.
PRINCE HENRYAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 245Look, whether the withered elder hath not his poll
clawed like a parrot.
POINSIs it not strange that desire should so many years
outlive performance?
FALSTAFFKiss me, Doll.
PRINCE HENRYAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 250Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction! what
says the almanac to that?
POINSAnd look, whether the fiery Trigon, his man, be not
lisping to his master's old tables, his note-book,
his counsel-keeper.
FALSTAFFAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 255Thou dost give me flattering busses.
DOLL TEARSHEETBy my troth, I kiss thee with a most constant heart.
FALSTAFFI am old, I am old.
DOLL TEARSHEETI love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young
boy of them all.
FALSTAFFAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 260What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receive
money o' Thursday: shalt have a cap to-morrow. A
merry song, come: it grows late; we'll to bed.
Thou'lt forget me when I am gone.
DOLL TEARSHEETBy my troth, thou'lt set me a-weeping, an thou
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 265sayest so: prove that ever I dress myself handsome
till thy return: well, harken at the end.
FALSTAFFSome sack, Francis.
PRINCE HENRYAnon, anon, sir.
FALSTAFFHa! a bastard son of the king's? And art not thou
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 270Poins his brother?
PRINCE HENRYWhy, thou globe of sinful continents! what a life
dost thou lead!
FALSTAFFA better than thou: I am a gentleman; thou art a drawer.
PRINCE HENRYVery true, sir; and I come to draw you out by the ears.
MISTRESS QUICKLYAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 275O, the Lord preserve thy good grace! by my troth,
welcome to London. Now, the Lord bless that sweet
face of thine! O, Jesu, are you come from Wales?
FALSTAFFThou whoreson mad compound of majesty, by this light
flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome.
DOLL TEARSHEETAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 280How, you fat fool! I scorn you.
POINSMy lord, he will drive you out of your revenge and
turn all to a merriment, if you take not the heat.
PRINCE HENRYYou whoreson candle-mine, you, how vilely did you
speak of me even now before this honest, virtuous,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 285civil gentlewoman!
MISTRESS QUICKLYGod's blessing of your good heart! and so she is,
by my troth.
FALSTAFFDidst thou hear me?
PRINCE HENRYYea, and you knew me, as you did when you ran away
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 290by Gad's-hill: you knew I was at your back, and
spoke it on purpose to try my patience.
FALSTAFFNo, no, no; not so; I did not think thou wast within hearing.
PRINCE HENRYI shall drive you then to confess the wilful abuse;
and then I know how to handle you.
FALSTAFFAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 295No abuse, Hal, o' mine honour, no abuse.
PRINCE HENRYNot to dispraise me, and call me pantier and
bread-chipper and I know not what?
FALSTAFFNo abuse, Hal.
POINSNo abuse?
FALSTAFFAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 300No abuse, Ned, i' the world; honest Ned, none. I
dispraised him before the wicked, that the wicked
might not fall in love with him; in which doing, I
have done the part of a careful friend and a true
subject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 305No abuse, Hal: none, Ned, none: no, faith, boys, none.
PRINCE HENRYSee now, whether pure fear and entire cowardice doth
not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to
close with us? is she of the wicked? is thine
hostess here of the wicked? or is thy boy of the
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 310wicked? or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his
nose, of the wicked?
POINSAnswer, thou dead elm, answer.
FALSTAFFThe fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecoverable;
and his face is Lucifer's privy-kitchen, where he
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 315doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For the boy,
there is a good angel about him; but the devil
outbids him too.
PRINCE HENRYFor the women?
FALSTAFFFor one of them, she is in hell already, and burns
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 320poor souls. For the other, I owe her money, and
whether she be damned for that, I know not.
MISTRESS QUICKLYNo, I warrant you.
FALSTAFFNo, I think thou art not; I think thou art quit for
that. Marry, there is another indictment upon thee,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 325for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house,
contrary to the law; for the which I think thou wilt howl.
MISTRESS QUICKLYAll victuallers do so; what's a joint of mutton or
two in a whole Lent?
PRINCE HENRYYou, gentlewoman,-
DOLL TEARSHEETAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 330What says your grace?
FALSTAFFHis grace says that which his flesh rebels against.
MISTRESS QUICKLYWho knocks so loud at door? Look to the door there, Francis.
PRINCE HENRYPeto, how now! what news?
PETOThe king your father is at Westminster:
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 335And there are twenty weak and wearied posts
Come from the north: and, as I came along,
I met and overtook a dozen captains,
Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns,
And asking every one for Sir John Falstaff.
PRINCE HENRYAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 340By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame,
So idly to profane the precious time,
When tempest of commotion, like the south
Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt
And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 345Give me my sword and cloak. Falstaff, good night.
FALSTAFFNow comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and
we must hence and leave it unpicked.
More knocking at the door!
How now! what's the matter?
BARDOLPHAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 350You must away to court, sir, presently;
A dozen captains stay at door for you.
FALSTAFF Pay the musicians, sirrah. Farewell,
hostess; farewell, Doll. You see, my good wenches,
how men of merit are sought after: the undeserver
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 355may sleep, when the man of action is called on.
Farewell good wenches: if I be not sent away post,
I will see you again ere I go.
DOLL TEARSHEETI cannot speak; if my heart be not read to burst, —
well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself.
FALSTAFFAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 360Farewell, farewell.
MISTRESS QUICKLYWell, fare thee well: I have known thee these
twenty-nine years, come peascod-time; but an
honester and truer-hearted man, — well, fare thee well.
BARDOLPH Mistress Tearsheet!
MISTRESS QUICKLYAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 365What's the matter?
BARDOLPH Good Mistress Tearsheet, come to my master.
MISTRESS QUICKLYO, run, Doll, run; run, good Doll: come.
Yea, will you come, Doll?

ACT III

SCENE I. Westminster. The palace.

KING HENRY IVGo call the Earls of Surrey and of Warwick;
But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters,
And well consider of them; make good speed.
How many thousand of my poorest subjects
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 5Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 10Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee
And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,
Than in the perfumed chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,
And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 15O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile
In loathsome beds, and leavest the kingly couch
A watch-case or a common 'larum-bell?
Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast
Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 20In cradle of the rude imperious surge
And in the visitation of the winds,
Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them
With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 25That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude,
And in the calmest and most stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 30Deny it to a king? Then happy low, lie down!
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
WARWICKMany good morrows to your majesty!
KING HENRY IVIs it good morrow, lords?
WARWICK'Tis one o'clock, and past.
KING HENRY IVAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 35Why, then, good morrow to you all, my lords.
Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you?
WARWICKWe have, my liege.
KING HENRY IVThen you perceive the body of our kingdom
How foul it is; what rank diseases grow
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 40And with what danger, near the heart of it.
WARWICKIt is but as a body yet distemper'd;
Which to his former strength may be restored
With good advice and little medicine:
My Lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd.
KING HENRY IVAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 45O God! that one might read the book of fate,
And see the revolution of the times
Make mountains level, and the continent,
Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
Into the sea! and, other times, to see
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 50The beachy girdle of the ocean
Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock,
And changes fill the cup of alteration
With divers liquors! O, if this were seen,
The happiest youth, viewing his progress through,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 55What perils past, what crosses to ensue,
Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
'Tis not 'ten years gone
Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends,
Did feast together, and in two years after
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 60Were they at wars: it is but eight years since
This Percy was the man nearest my soul,
Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs
And laid his love and life under my foot,
Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 65Gave him defiance. But which of you was by —
You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember —
When Richard, with his eye brimful of tears,
Then cheque'd and rated by Northumberland,
Did speak these words, now proved a prophecy?
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 70'Northumberland, thou ladder by the which
My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne;'
Though then, God knows, I had no such intent,
But that necessity so bow'd the state
That I and greatness were compell'd to kiss:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 75'The time shall come,' thus did he follow it,
'The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head,
Shall break into corruption:' so went on,
Foretelling this same time's condition
And the division of our amity.
WARWICKAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 80There is a history in all men's lives,
Figuring the nature of the times deceased;
The which observed, a man may prophesy,
With a near aim, of the main chance of things
As yet not come to life, which in their seeds
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 85And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Such things become the hatch and brood of time;
And by the necessary form of this
King Richard might create a perfect guess
That great Northumberland, then false to him,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 90Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness;
Which should not find a ground to root upon,
Unless on you.
KING HENRY IVAre these things then necessities?
Then let us meet them like necessities:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 95And that same word even now cries out on us:
They say the bishop and Northumberland
Are fifty thousand strong.
WARWICKIt cannot be, my lord;
Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 100The numbers of the fear'd. Please it your grace
To go to bed. Upon my soul, my lord,
The powers that you already have sent forth
Shall bring this prize in very easily.
To comfort you the more, I have received
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 105A certain instance that Glendower is dead.
Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill,
And these unseason'd hours perforce must add
Unto your sickness.
KING HENRY IVI will take your counsel:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 110And were these inward wars once out of hand,
We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land.

ACT III

SCENE II. Gloucestershire. Before SHALLOW'S house.

SHALLOWCome on, come on, come on, sir; give me your hand,
sir, give me your hand, sir: an early stirrer, by
the rood! And how doth my good cousin Silence?
SILENCEGood morrow, good cousin Shallow.
SHALLOWAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 5And how doth my cousin, your bedfellow? and your
fairest daughter and mine, my god-daughter Ellen?
SILENCEAlas, a black ousel, cousin Shallow!
SHALLOWBy yea and nay, sir, I dare say my cousin William is
become a good scholar: he is at Oxford still, is he not?
SILENCEAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 10Indeed, sir, to my cost.
SHALLOWA' must, then, to the inns o' court shortly. I was
once of Clement's Inn, where I think they will
talk of mad Shallow yet.
SILENCEYou were called 'lusty Shallow' then, cousin.
SHALLOWAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 15By the mass, I was called any thing; and I would
have done any thing indeed too, and roundly too.
There was I, and little John Doit of Staffordshire,
and black George Barnes, and Francis Pickbone, and
Will Squele, a Cotswold man; you had not four such
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 20swinge-bucklers in all the inns o' court again: and
I may say to you, we knew where the bona-robas were
and had the best of them all at commandment. Then
was Jack Falstaff, now Sir John, a boy, and page to
Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.
SILENCEAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 25This Sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon about soldiers?
SHALLOWThe same Sir John, the very same. I see him break
Skogan's head at the court-gate, when a' was a
crack not thus high: and the very same day did I
fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruiterer,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 30behind Gray's Inn. Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I
have spent! and to see how many of my old
acquaintance are dead!
SILENCEWe shall all follow, cousin.
SHADOWCertain, 'tis certain; very sure, very sure: death,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 35as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall
die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?
SILENCEBy my troth, I was not there.
SHALLOWDeath is certain. Is old Double of your town living
yet?
SILENCEAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 40Dead, sir.
SHALLOWJesu, Jesu, dead! a' drew a good bow; and dead! a'
shot a fine shoot: John a Gaunt loved him well, and
betted much money on his head. Dead! a' would have
clapped i' the clout at twelve score; and carried
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 45you a forehand shaft a fourteen and fourteen and a
half, that it would have done a man's heart good to
see. How a score of ewes now?
SILENCEThereafter as they be: a score of good ewes may be
worth ten pounds.
SHALLOWAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 50And is old Double dead?
SILENCEHere come two of Sir John Falstaff's men, as I think.
BARDOLPHGood morrow, honest gentlemen: I beseech you, which
is Justice Shallow?
SHALLOWI am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire of this
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 55county, and one of the king's justices of the peace:
What is your good pleasure with me?
BARDOLPHMy captain, sir, commends him to you; my captain,
Sir John Falstaff, a tall gentleman, by heaven, and
a most gallant leader.
SHALLOWAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 60He greets me well, sir. I knew him a good backsword
man. How doth the good knight? may I ask how my
lady his wife doth?
BARDOLPHSir, pardon; a soldier is better accommodated than
with a wife.
SHALLOWAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 65It is well said, in faith, sir; and it is well said
indeed too. Better accommodated! it is good; yea,
indeed, is it: good phrases are surely, and ever
were, very commendable. Accommodated! it comes of
'accommodo' very good; a good phrase.
BARDOLPHAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 70Pardon me, sir; I have heard the word. Phrase call
you it? by this good day, I know not the phrase;
but I will maintain the word with my sword to be a
soldier-like word, and a word of exceeding good
command, by heaven. Accommodated; that is, when a
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 75man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is,
being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated;
which is an excellent thing.
SHALLOWIt is very just.
Look, here comes good Sir John. Give me your good
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 80hand, give me your worship's good hand: by my
troth, you like well and bear your years very well:
welcome, good Sir John.
FALSTAFFI am glad to see you well, good Master Robert
Shallow: Master Surecard, as I think?
SHALLOWAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 85No, Sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in commission with me.
FALSTAFFGood Master Silence, it well befits you should be of
the peace.
SILENCEYour good-worship is welcome.
FALSTAFFFie! this is hot weather, gentlemen. Have you
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 90provided me here half a dozen sufficient men?
SHALLOWMarry, have we, sir. Will you sit?
FALSTAFFLet me see them, I beseech you.
SHALLOWWhere's the roll? where's the roll? where's the
roll? Let me see, let me see, let me see. So, so:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 95yea, marry, sir: Ralph Mouldy! Let them appear as
I call; let them do so, let them do so. Let me
see; where is Mouldy?
MOULDYHere, an't please you.
SHALLOWWhat think you, Sir John? a good-limbed fellow;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 100young, strong, and of good friends.
FALSTAFFIs thy name Mouldy?
MOULDYYea, an't please you.
FALSTAFF'Tis the more time thou wert used.
SHALLOWHa, ha, ha! most excellent, i' faith! Things that
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 105are mouldy lack use: very singular good! in faith,
well said, Sir John, very well said.
FALSTAFFPrick him.
MOULDYI was pricked well enough before, an you could have
let me alone: my old dame will be undone now for
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 110one to do her husbandry and her drudgery: you need
not to have pricked me; there are other men fitter
to go out than I.
FALSTAFFGo to: peace, Mouldy; you shall go. Mouldy, it is
time you were spent.
MOULDYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 115Spent!
SHALLOWPeace, fellow, peace; stand aside: know you where
you are? For the other, Sir John: let me see:
Simon Shadow!
FALSTAFFYea, marry, let me have him to sit under: he's like
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 120to be a cold soldier.
SHALLOWWhere's Shadow?
SHADOWHere, sir.
FALSTAFFShadow, whose son art thou?
SHADOWMy mother's son, sir.
FALSTAFFAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 125Thy mother's son! like enough, and thy father's
shadow: so the son of the female is the shadow of
the male: it is often so, indeed; but much of the
father's substance!
SHALLOWDo you like him, Sir John?
FALSTAFFAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 130Shadow will serve for summer; prick him, for we have
a number of shadows to fill up the muster-book.
SHALLOWThomas Wart!
FALSTAFFWhere's he?
WARTHere, sir.
FALSTAFFAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 135Is thy name Wart?
WARTYea, sir.
FALSTAFFThou art a very ragged wart.
SHALLOWShall I prick him down, Sir John?
FALSTAFFIt were superfluous; for his apparel is built upon
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 140his back and the whole frame stands upon pins:
prick him no more.
SHALLOWHa, ha, ha! you can do it, sir; you can do it: I
commend you well. Francis Feeble!
FEEBLEHere, sir.
FALSTAFFAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 145What trade art thou, Feeble?
FEEBLEA woman's tailor, sir.
SHALLOWShall I prick him, sir?
FALSTAFFYou may: but if he had been a man's tailor, he'ld
ha' pricked you. Wilt thou make as many holes in
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 150an enemy's battle as thou hast done in a woman's petticoat?
FEEBLEI will do my good will, sir; you can have no more.
FALSTAFFWell said, good woman's tailor! well said,
courageous Feeble! thou wilt be as valiant as the
wrathful dove or most magnanimous mouse. Prick the
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 155woman's tailor: well, Master Shallow; deep, Master Shallow.
FEEBLEI would Wart might have gone, sir.
FALSTAFFI would thou wert a man's tailor, that thou mightst
mend him and make him fit to go. I cannot put him
to a private soldier that is the leader of so many
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 160thousands: let that suffice, most forcible Feeble.
FEEBLEIt shall suffice, sir.
FALSTAFFI am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. Who is next?
SHALLOWPeter Bullcalf o' the green!
FALSTAFFYea, marry, let's see Bullcalf.
BULLCALFAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 165Here, sir.
FALSTAFF'Fore God, a likely fellow! Come, prick me Bullcalf
till he roar again.
BULLCALFO Lord! good my lord captain, —
FALSTAFFWhat, dost thou roar before thou art pricked?
BULLCALFAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 170O Lord, sir! I am a diseased man.
FALSTAFFWhat disease hast thou?
BULLCALFA whoreson cold, sir, a cough, sir, which I caught
with ringing in the king's affairs upon his
coronation-day, sir.
FALSTAFFAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 175Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown; we wilt
have away thy cold; and I will take such order that
my friends shall ring for thee. Is here all?
SHALLOWHere is two more called than your number, you must
have but four here, sir: and so, I pray you, go in
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 180with me to dinner.
FALSTAFFCome, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry
dinner. I am glad to see you, by my troth, Master Shallow.
SHALLOWO, Sir John, do you remember since we lay all night
in the windmill in Saint George's field?
FALSTAFFAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 185No more of that, good Master Shallow, no more of that.
SHALLOWHa! 'twas a merry night. And is Jane Nightwork alive?
FALSTAFFShe lives, Master Shallow.
SHALLOWShe never could away with me.
FALSTAFFNever, never; she would always say she could not
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 190abide Master Shallow.
SHALLOWBy the mass, I could anger her to the heart. She
was then a bona-roba. Doth she hold her own well?
FALSTAFFOld, old, Master Shallow.
SHALLOWNay, she must be old; she cannot choose but be old;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 195certain she's old; and had Robin Nightwork by old
Nightwork before I came to Clement's Inn.
SILENCEThat's fifty-five year ago.
SHALLOWHa, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that that
this knight and I have seen! Ha, Sir John, said I well?
FALSTAFFAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 200We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.
SHALLOWThat we have, that we have, that we have; in faith,
Sir John, we have: our watch-word was 'Hem boys!'
Come, let's to dinner; come, let's to dinner:
Jesus, the days that we have seen! Come, come.
BULLCALFAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 205Good Master Corporate Bardolph, stand my friend;
and here's four Harry ten shillings in French crowns
for you. In very truth, sir, I had as lief be
hanged, sir, as go: and yet, for mine own part, sir,
I do not care; but rather, because I am unwilling,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 210and, for mine own part, have a desire to stay with
my friends; else, sir, I did not care, for mine own
part, so much.
BARDOLPHGo to; stand aside.
MOULDYAnd, good master corporal captain, for my old
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 215dame's sake, stand my friend: she has nobody to do
any thing about her when I am gone; and she is old,
and cannot help herself: You shall have forty, sir.
BARDOLPHGo to; stand aside.
FEEBLEBy my troth, I care not; a man can die but once: we
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 220owe God a death: I'll ne'er bear a base mind:
an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: no man is
too good to serve's prince; and let it go which way
it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next.
BARDOLPHWell said; thou'rt a good fellow.
FEEBLEAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 225Faith, I'll bear no base mind.
FALSTAFFCome, sir, which men shall I have?
SHALLOWFour of which you please.
BARDOLPHSir, a word with you: I have three pound to free
Mouldy and Bullcalf.
FALSTAFFAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 230Go to; well.
SHALLOWCome, Sir John, which four will you have?
FALSTAFFDo you choose for me.
SHALLOWMarry, then, Mouldy, Bullcalf, Feeble and Shadow.
FALSTAFFMouldy and Bullcalf: for you, Mouldy, stay at home
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 235till you are past service: and for your part,
Bullcalf, grow till you come unto it: I will none of you.
SHALLOWSir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong: they are
your likeliest men, and I would have you served with the best.
FALSTAFFWill you tell me, Master Shallow, how to choose a
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 240man? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the stature,
bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the
spirit, Master Shallow. Here's Wart; you see what a
ragged appearance it is; a' shall charge you and
discharge you with the motion of a pewterer's
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 245hammer, come off and on swifter than he that gibbets
on the brewer's bucket. And this same half-faced
fellow, Shadow; give me this man: he presents no
mark to the enemy; the foeman may with as great aim
level at the edge of a penknife. And for a retreat;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 250how swiftly will this Feeble the woman's tailor run
off! O, give me the spare men, and spare me the
great ones. Put me a caliver into Wart's hand, Bardolph.
BARDOLPHHold, Wart, traverse; thus, thus, thus.
FALSTAFFCome, manage me your caliver. So: very well: go
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 255to: very good, exceeding good. O, give me always a
little, lean, old, chapt, bald shot. Well said, i'
faith, Wart; thou'rt a good scab: hold, there's a
tester for thee.
SHALLOWHe is not his craft's master; he doth not do it
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 260right. I remember at Mile-end Green, when I lay at
Clement's Inn — I was then Sir Dagonet in Arthur's
show, — there was a little quiver fellow, and a'
would manage you his piece thus; and a' would about
and about, and come you in and come you in: 'rah,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 265tah, tah,' would a' say; 'bounce' would a' say; and
away again would a' go, and again would a' come: I
shall ne'er see such a fellow.
FALSTAFFThese fellows will do well, Master Shallow. God
keep you, Master Silence: I will not use many words
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 270with you. Fare you well, gentlemen both: I thank
you: I must a dozen mile to-night. Bardolph, give
the soldiers coats.
SHALLOWSir John, the Lord bless you! God prosper your
affairs! God send us peace! At your return visit
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 275our house; let our old acquaintance be renewed;
peradventure I will with ye to the court.
FALSTAFF'Fore God, I would you would, Master Shallow.
SHALLOWGo to; I have spoke at a word. God keep you.
FALSTAFFFare you well, gentle gentlemen.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 280On, Bardolph; lead the men away.
As I return, I will fetch off these justices: I do
see the bottom of Justice Shallow. Lord, Lord, how
subject we old men are to this vice of lying! This
same starved justice hath done nothing but prate to
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 285me of the wildness of his youth, and the feats he
hath done about Turnbull Street: and every third
word a lie, duer paid to the hearer than the Turk's
tribute. I do remember him at Clement's Inn like a
man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a'
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 290was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked
radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it
with a knife: a' was so forlorn, that his
dimensions to any thick sight were invincible: a'
was the very genius of famine; yet lecherous as a
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 295monkey, and the whores called him mandrake: a' came
ever in the rearward of the fashion, and sung those
tunes to the overscutched huswives that he heard the
carmen whistle, and swear they were his fancies or
his good-nights. And now is this Vice's dagger
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 300become a squire, and talks as familiarly of John a
Gaunt as if he had been sworn brother to him; and
I'll be sworn a' ne'er saw him but once in the
Tilt-yard; and then he burst his head for crowding
among the marshal's men. I saw it, and told John a
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 305Gaunt he beat his own name; for you might have
thrust him and all his apparel into an eel-skin; the
case of a treble hautboy was a mansion for him, a
court: and now has he land and beefs. Well, I'll
be acquainted with him, if I return; and it shall
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 310go hard but I will make him a philosopher's two
stones to me: if the young dace be a bait for the
old pike, I see no reason in the law of nature but I
may snap at him. Let time shape, and there an end.

ACT IV

SCENE I. Yorkshire. Gaultree Forest.

ARCHBISHOP OF YORKWhat is this forest call'd?
HASTINGS'Tis Gaultree Forest, an't shall please your grace.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKHere stand, my lords; and send discoverers forth
To know the numbers of our enemies.
HASTINGSAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 5We have sent forth already.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK'Tis well done.
My friends and brethren in these great affairs,
I must acquaint you that I have received
New-dated letters from Northumberland;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 10Their cold intent, tenor and substance, thus:
Here doth he wish his person, with such powers
As might hold sortance with his quality,
The which he could not levy; whereupon
He is retired, to ripe his growing fortunes,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 15To Scotland: and concludes in hearty prayers
That your attempts may overlive the hazard
And fearful melting of their opposite.
MOWBRAYThus do the hopes we have in him touch ground
And dash themselves to pieces.
HASTINGSAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 20Now, what news?
MessengerWest of this forest, scarcely off a mile,
In goodly form comes on the enemy;
And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number
Upon or near the rate of thirty thousand.
MOWBRAYAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 25The just proportion that we gave them out
Let us sway on and face them in the field.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKWhat well-appointed leader fronts us here?
MOWBRAYI think it is my Lord of Westmoreland.
WESTMORELANDHealth and fair greeting from our general,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 30The prince, Lord John and Duke of Lancaster.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKSay on, my Lord of Westmoreland, in peace:
What doth concern your coming?
WESTMORELANDThen, my lord,
Unto your grace do I in chief address
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 35The substance of my speech. If that rebellion
Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rags,
And countenanced by boys and beggary,
I say, if damn'd commotion so appear'd,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 40In his true, native and most proper shape,
You, reverend father, and these noble lords
Had not been here, to dress the ugly form
Of base and bloody insurrection
With your fair honours. You, lord archbishop,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 45Whose see is by a civil peace maintained,
Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd,
Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd,
Whose white investments figure innocence,
The dove and very blessed spirit of peace,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 50Wherefore do you so ill translate ourself
Out of the speech of peace that bears such grace,
Into the harsh and boisterous tongue of war;
Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood,
Your pens to lances and your tongue divine
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 55To a trumpet and a point of war?
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKWherefore do I this? so the question stands.
Briefly to this end: we are all diseased,
And with our surfeiting and wanton hours
Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 60And we must bleed for it; of which disease
Our late king, Richard, being infected, died.
But, my most noble Lord of Westmoreland,
I take not on me here as a physician,
Nor do I as an enemy to peace
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 65Troop in the throngs of military men;
But rather show awhile like fearful war,
To diet rank minds sick of happiness
And purge the obstructions which begin to stop
Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly.
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 70I have in equal balance justly weigh'd
What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer,
And find our griefs heavier than our offences.
We see which way the stream of time doth run,
And are enforced from our most quiet there
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 75By the rough torrent of occasion;
And have the summary of all our griefs,
When time shall serve, to show in articles;
Which long ere this we offer'd to the king,
And might by no suit gain our audience:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 80When we are wrong'd and would unfold our griefs,
We are denied access unto his person
Even by those men that most have done us wrong.
The dangers of the days but newly gone,
Whose memory is written on the earth
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 85With yet appearing blood, and the examples
Of every minute's instance, present now,
Hath put us in these ill-beseeming arms,
Not to break peace or any branch of it,
But to establish here a peace indeed,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 90Concurring both in name and quality.
WESTMORELANDWhen ever yet was your appeal denied?
Wherein have you been galled by the king?
What peer hath been suborn'd to grate on you,
That you should seal this lawless bloody book
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 95Of forged rebellion with a seal divine
And consecrate commotion's bitter edge?
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKMy brother general, the commonwealth,
To brother born an household cruelty,
I make my quarrel in particular.
WESTMORELANDAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 100There is no need of any such redress;
Or if there were, it not belongs to you.
MOWBRAYWhy not to him in part, and to us all
That feel the bruises of the days before,
And suffer the condition of these times
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 105To lay a heavy and unequal hand
Upon our honours?
WESTMORELANDO, my good Lord Mowbray,
Construe the times to their necessities,
And you shall say indeed, it is the time,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 110And not the king, that doth you injuries.
Yet for your part, it not appears to me
Either from the king or in the present time
That you should have an inch of any ground
To build a grief on: were you not restored
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 115To all the Duke of Norfolk's signories,
Your noble and right well remember'd father's?
MOWBRAYWhat thing, in honour, had my father lost,
That need to be revived and breathed in me?
The king that loved him, as the state stood then,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 120Was force perforce compell'd to banish him:
And then that Harry Bolingbroke and he,
Being mounted and both roused in their seats,
Their neighing coursers daring of the spur,
Their armed staves in charge, their beavers down,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 125Their eyes of fire sparking through sights of steel
And the loud trumpet blowing them together,
Then, then, when there was nothing could have stay'd
My father from the breast of Bolingbroke,
O when the king did throw his warder down,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 130His own life hung upon the staff he threw;
Then threw he down himself and all their lives
That by indictment and by dint of sword
Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke.
WESTMORELANDYou speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what.
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 135The Earl of Hereford was reputed then
In England the most valiant gentlemen:
Who knows on whom fortune would then have smiled?
But if your father had been victor there,
He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 140For all the country in a general voice
Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers and love
Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on
And bless'd and graced indeed, more than the king.
But this is mere digression from my purpose.
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 145Here come I from our princely general
To know your griefs; to tell you from his grace
That he will give you audience; and wherein
It shall appear that your demands are just,
You shall enjoy them, every thing set off
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 150That might so much as think you enemies.
MOWBRAYBut he hath forced us to compel this offer;
And it proceeds from policy, not love.
WESTMORELANDMowbray, you overween to take it so;
This offer comes from mercy, not from fear:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 155For, lo! within a ken our army lies,
Upon mine honour, all too confident
To give admittance to a thought of fear.
Our battle is more full of names than yours,
Our men more perfect in the use of arms,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 160Our armour all as strong, our cause the best;
Then reason will our heart should be as good
Say you not then our offer is compell'd.
MOWBRAYWell, by my will we shall admit no parley.
WESTMORELANDThat argues but the shame of your offence:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 165A rotten case abides no handling.
HASTINGSHath the Prince John a full commission,
In very ample virtue of his father,
To hear and absolutely to determine
Of what conditions we shall stand upon?
WESTMORELANDAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 170That is intended in the general's name:
I muse you make so slight a question.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKThen take, my Lord of Westmoreland, this schedule,
For this contains our general grievances:
Each several article herein redress'd,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 175All members of our cause, both here and hence,
That are insinew'd to this action,
Acquitted by a true substantial form
And present execution of our wills
To us and to our purposes confined,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 180We come within our awful banks again
And knit our powers to the arm of peace.
WESTMORELANDThis will I show the general. Please you, lords,
In sight of both our battles we may meet;
And either end in peace, which God so frame!
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 185Or to the place of difference call the swords
Which must decide it.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKMy lord, we will do so.
MOWBRAYThere is a thing within my bosom tells me
That no conditions of our peace can stand.
HASTINGSAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 190Fear you not that: if we can make our peace
Upon such large terms and so absolute
As our conditions shall consist upon,
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
MOWBRAYYea, but our valuation shall be such
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 195That every slight and false-derived cause,
Yea, every idle, nice and wanton reason
Shall to the king taste of this action;
That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love,
We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 200That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff
And good from bad find no partition.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKNo, no, my lord. Note this; the king is weary
Of dainty and such picking grievances:
For he hath found to end one doubt by death
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 205Revives two greater in the heirs of life,
And therefore will he wipe his tables clean
And keep no tell-tale to his memory
That may repeat and history his loss
To new remembrance; for full well he knows
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 210He cannot so precisely weed this land
As his misdoubts present occasion:
His foes are so enrooted with his friends
That, plucking to unfix an enemy,
He doth unfasten so and shake a friend:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 215So that this land, like an offensive wife
That hath enraged him on to offer strokes,
As he is striking, holds his infant up
And hangs resolved correction in the arm
That was uprear'd to execution.
HASTINGSAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 220Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods
On late offenders, that he now doth lack
The very instruments of chastisement:
So that his power, like to a fangless lion,
May offer, but not hold.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 225'Tis very true:
And therefore be assured, my good lord marshal,
If we do now make our atonement well,
Our peace will, like a broken limb united,
Grow stronger for the breaking.
MOWBRAYAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 230Be it so.
Here is return'd my Lord of Westmoreland.
WESTMORELANDThe prince is here at hand: pleaseth your lordship
To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies.
MOWBRAYYour grace of York, in God's name then, set forward.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 235Before, and greet his grace: my lord, we come.

ACT IV

SCENE II. Another part of the forest.

LANCASTERYou are well encounter'd here, my cousin Mowbray:
Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop;
And so to you, Lord Hastings, and to all.
My Lord of York, it better show'd with you
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 5When that your flock, assembled by the bell,
Encircled you to hear with reverence
Your exposition on the holy text
Than now to see you here an iron man,
Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 10Turning the word to sword and life to death.
That man that sits within a monarch's heart,
And ripens in the sunshine of his favour,
Would he abuse the countenance of the king,
Alack, what mischiefs might he set abrooch
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 15In shadow of such greatness! With you, lord bishop,
It is even so. Who hath not heard it spoken
How deep you were within the books of God?
To us the speaker in his parliament;
To us the imagined voice of God himself;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 20The very opener and intelligencer
Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven
And our dull workings. O, who shall believe
But you misuse the reverence of your place,
Employ the countenance and grace of heaven,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 25As a false favourite doth his prince's name,
In deeds dishonourable? You have ta'en up,
Under the counterfeited zeal of God,
The subjects of his substitute, my father,
And both against the peace of heaven and him
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 30Have here up-swarm'd them.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKGood my Lord of Lancaster,
I am not here against your father's peace;
But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland,
The time misorder'd doth, in common sense,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 35Crowd us and crush us to this monstrous form,
To hold our safety up. I sent your grace
The parcels and particulars of our grief,
The which hath been with scorn shoved from the court,
Whereon this Hydra son of war is born;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 40Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep
With grant of our most just and right desires,
And true obedience, of this madness cured,
Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.
MOWBRAYIf not, we ready are to try our fortunes
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 45To the last man.
HASTINGSAnd though we here fall down,
We have supplies to second our attempt:
If they miscarry, theirs shall second them;
And so success of mischief shall be born
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 50And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up
Whiles England shall have generation.
LANCASTERYou are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow,
To sound the bottom of the after-times.
WESTMORELANDPleaseth your grace to answer them directly
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 55How far forth you do like their articles.
LANCASTERI like them all, and do allow them well,
And swear here, by the honour of my blood,
My father's purposes have been mistook,
And some about him have too lavishly
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 60Wrested his meaning and authority.
My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd;
Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you,
Discharge your powers unto their several counties,
As we will ours: and here between the armies
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 65Let's drink together friendly and embrace,
That all their eyes may bear those tokens home
Of our restored love and amity.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKI take your princely word for these redresses.
LANCASTERI give it you, and will maintain my word:
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 70And thereupon I drink unto your grace.
HASTINGSGo, captain, and deliver to the army
This news of peace: let them have pay, and part:
I know it will well please them. Hie thee, captain.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKTo you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland.
WESTMORELANDAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 75I pledge your grace; and, if you knew what pains
I have bestow'd to breed this present peace,
You would drink freely: but my love to ye
Shall show itself more openly hereafter.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKI do not doubt you.
WESTMORELANDAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 80I am glad of it.
Health to my lord and gentle cousin, Mowbray.
MOWBRAYYou wish me health in very happy season;
For I am, on the sudden, something ill.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKAgainst ill chances men are ever merry;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 85But heaviness foreruns the good event.
WESTMORELANDTherefore be merry, coz; since sudden sorrow
Serves to say thus, 'some good thing comes
to-morrow.'
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKBelieve me, I am passing light in spirit.
MOWBRAYAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 90So much the worse, if your own rule be true.
LANCASTERThe word of peace is render'd: hark, how they shout!
MOWBRAYThis had been cheerful after victory.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKA peace is of the nature of a conquest;
For then both parties nobly are subdued,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 95And neither party loser.
LANCASTERGo, my lord,
And let our army be discharged too.
And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains
March, by us, that we may peruse the men
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 100We should have coped withal.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKGo, good Lord Hastings,
And, ere they be dismissed, let them march by.
LANCASTERI trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together.
Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
WESTMORELANDAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 105The leaders, having charge from you to stand,
Will not go off until they hear you speak.
LANCASTERThey know their duties.
HASTINGSMy lord, our army is dispersed already;
Like youthful steers unyoked, they take their courses
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 110East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up,
Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place.
WESTMORELANDGood tidings, my Lord Hastings; for the which
I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason:
And you, lord archbishop, and you, Lord Mowbray,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 115Of capitol treason I attach you both.
MOWBRAYIs this proceeding just and honourable?
WESTMORELANDIs your assembly so?
ARCHBISHOP OF YORKWill you thus break your faith?
LANCASTERI pawn'd thee none:
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 120I promised you redress of these same grievances
Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour,
I will perform with a most Christian care.
But for you, rebels, look to taste the due
Meet for rebellion and such acts as yours.
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 125Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
Fondly brought here and foolishly sent hence.
Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray:
God, and not we, hath safely fought to-day.
Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 130Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.

ACT IV

SCENE III. Another part of the forest.

FALSTAFFWhat's your name, sir? of what condition are you,
and of what place, I pray?
COLEVILEI am a knight, sir, and my name is Colevile of the dale.
FALSTAFFWell, then, Colevile is your name, a knight is your
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 5degree, and your place the dale: Colevile shall be
still your name, a traitor your degree, and the
dungeon your place, a place deep enough; so shall
you be still Colevile of the dale.
COLEVILEAre not you Sir John Falstaff?
FALSTAFFAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 10As good a man as he, sir, whoe'er I am. Do ye
yield, sir? or shall I sweat for you? if I do
sweat, they are the drops of thy lovers, and they
weep for thy death: therefore rouse up fear and
trembling, and do observance to my mercy.
COLEVILEAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 15I think you are Sir John Falstaff, and in that
thought yield me.
FALSTAFFI have a whole school of tongues in this belly of
mine, and not a tongue of them all speaks any other
word but my name. An I had but a belly of any
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 20indifference, I were simply the most active fellow
in Europe: my womb, my womb, my womb, undoes me.
Here comes our general.
LANCASTERThe heat is past; follow no further now:
Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 25Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while?
When every thing is ended, then you come:
These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life,
One time or other break some gallows' back.
FALSTAFFI would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus: I
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 30never knew yet but rebuke and cheque was the reward
of valour. Do you think me a swallow, an arrow, or a
bullet? have I, in my poor and old motion, the
expedition of thought? I have speeded hither with
the very extremest inch of possibility; I have
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 35foundered nine score and odd posts: and here,
travel-tainted as I am, have in my pure and
immaculate valour, taken Sir John Colevile of the
dale, a most furious knight and valorous enemy.
But what of that? he saw me, and yielded; that I
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 40may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome,
'I came, saw, and overcame.'
LANCASTERIt was more of his courtesy than your deserving.
FALSTAFFI know not: here he is, and here I yield him: and
I beseech your grace, let it be booked with the
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 45rest of this day's deeds; or, by the Lord, I will
have it in a particular ballad else, with mine own
picture on the top on't, Colevile kissing my foot:
to the which course if I be enforced, if you do not
all show like gilt twopences to me, and I in the
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 50clear sky of fame o'ershine you as much as the full
moon doth the cinders of the element, which show
like pins' heads to her, believe not the word of
the noble: therefore let me have right, and let
desert mount.
LANCASTERAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 55Thine's too heavy to mount.
FALSTAFFLet it shine, then.
LANCASTERThine's too thick to shine.
FALSTAFFLet it do something, my good lord, that may do me
good, and call it what you will.
LANCASTERAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 60Is thy name Colevile?
COLEVILEIt is, my lord.
LANCASTERA famous rebel art thou, Colevile.
FALSTAFFAnd a famous true subject took him.
COLEVILEI am, my lord, but as my betters are
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 65That led me hither: had they been ruled by me,
You should have won them dearer than you have.
FALSTAFFI know not how they sold themselves: but thou, like
a kind fellow, gavest thyself away gratis; and I
thank thee for thee.
LANCASTERAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 70Now, have you left pursuit?
WESTMORELANDRetreat is made and execution stay'd.
LANCASTERSend Colevile with his confederates
To York, to present execution:
Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure.
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 75And now dispatch we toward the court, my lords:
I hear the king my father is sore sick:
Our news shall go before us to his majesty,
Which, cousin, you shall bear to comfort him,
And we with sober speed will follow you.
FALSTAFFAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 80My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go
Through Gloucestershire: and, when you come to court,
Stand my good lord, pray, in your good report.
LANCASTERFare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition,
Shall better speak of you than you deserve.
FALSTAFFAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 85I would you had but the wit: 'twere better than
your dukedom. Good faith, this same young sober-
blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man cannot make
him laugh; but that's no marvel, he drinks no wine.
There's never none of these demure boys come to any
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 90proof; for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood,
and making many fish-meals, that they fall into a
kind of male green-sickness; and then when they
marry, they get wenches: they are generally fools
and cowards; which some of us should be too, but for
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 95inflammation. A good sherris sack hath a two-fold
operation in it. It ascends me into the brain;
dries me there all the foolish and dull and curdy
vapours which environ it; makes it apprehensive,
quick, forgetive, full of nimble fiery and
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 100delectable shapes, which, delivered o'er to the
voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes
excellent wit. The second property of your
excellent sherris is, the warming of the blood;
which, before cold and settled, left the liver
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 105white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity
and cowardice; but the sherris warms it and makes
it course from the inwards to the parts extreme:
it illumineth the face, which as a beacon gives
warning to all the rest of this little kingdom,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 110man, to arm; and then the vital commoners and
inland petty spirits muster me all to their captain,
the heart, who, great and puffed up with this
retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this valour
comes of sherris. So that skill in the weapon is
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 115nothing without sack, for that sets it a-work; and
learning a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil, till
sack commences it and sets it in act and use.
Hereof comes it that Prince Harry is valiant; for
the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 120father, he hath, like lean, sterile and bare land,
manured, husbanded and tilled with excellent
endeavour of drinking good and good store of fertile
sherris, that he is become very hot and valiant. If
I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 125would teach them should be, to forswear thin
potations and to addict themselves to sack.
How now Bardolph?
BARDOLPHThe army is discharged all and gone.
FALSTAFFLet them go. I'll through Gloucestershire; and
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 130there will I visit Master Robert Shallow, esquire:
I have him already tempering between my finger and
my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him. Come away.

ACT IV

SCENE IV. Westminster. The Jerusalem Chamber.

KING HENRY IVNow, lords, if God doth give successful end
To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,
We will our youth lead on to higher fields
And draw no swords but what are sanctified.
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 5Our navy is address'd, our power collected,
Our substitutes in absence well invested,
And every thing lies level to our wish:
Only, we want a little personal strength;
And pause us, till these rebels, now afoot,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 10Come underneath the yoke of government.
WARWICKBoth which we doubt not but your majesty
Shall soon enjoy.
KING HENRY IVHumphrey, my son of Gloucester,
Where is the prince your brother?
GLOUCESTERAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 15I think he's gone to hunt, my lord, at Windsor.
KING HENRY IVAnd how accompanied?
GLOUCESTERI do not know, my lord.
KING HENRY IVIs not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him?
GLOUCESTERNo, my good lord; he is in presence here.
CLARENCEAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 20What would my lord and father?
KING HENRY IVNothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence.
How chance thou art not with the prince thy brother?
He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas;
Thou hast a better place in his affection
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 25Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy,
And noble offices thou mayst effect
Of mediation, after I am dead,
Between his greatness and thy other brethren:
Therefore omit him not; blunt not his love,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 30Nor lose the good advantage of his grace
By seeming cold or careless of his will;
For he is gracious, if he be observed:
He hath a tear for pity and a hand
Open as day for melting charity:
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 35Yet notwithstanding, being incensed, he's flint,
As humorous as winter and as sudden
As flaws congealed in the spring of day.
His temper, therefore, must be well observed:
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 40When thou perceive his blood inclined to mirth;
But, being moody, give him line and scope,
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
Confound themselves with working. Learn this, Thomas,
And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 45A hoop of gold to bind thy brothers in,
That the united vessel of their blood,
Mingled with venom of suggestion —
As, force perforce, the age will pour it in —
Shall never leak, though it do work as strong
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 50As aconitum or rash gunpowder.
CLARENCEI shall observe him with all care and love.
KING HENRY IVWhy art thou not at Windsor with him, Thomas?
CLARENCEHe is not there to-day; he dines in London.
KING HENRY IVAnd how accompanied? canst thou tell that?
CLARENCEAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 55With Poins, and other his continual followers.
KING HENRY IVMost subject is the fattest soil to weeds;
And he, the noble image of my youth,
Is overspread with them: therefore my grief
Stretches itself beyond the hour of death:
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 60The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape
In forms imaginary the unguided days
And rotten times that you shall look upon
When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 65When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
When means and lavish manners meet together,
O, with what wings shall his affections fly
Towards fronting peril and opposed decay!
WARWICKMy gracious lord, you look beyond him quite:
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 70The prince but studies his companions
Like a strange tongue, wherein, to gain the language,
'Tis needful that the most immodest word
Be look'd upon and learn'd; which once attain'd,
Your highness knows, comes to no further use
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 75But to be known and hated. So, like gross terms,
The prince will in the perfectness of time
Cast off his followers; and their memory
Shall as a pattern or a measure live,
By which his grace must mete the lives of others,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 80Turning past evils to advantages.
KING HENRY IV'Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her comb
In the dead carrion.
Who's here? Westmoreland?
WESTMORELANDHealth to my sovereign, and new happiness
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 85Added to that that I am to deliver!
Prince John your son doth kiss your grace's hand:
Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Hastings and all
Are brought to the correction of your law;
There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 90But peace puts forth her olive every where.
The manner how this action hath been borne
Here at more leisure may your highness read,
With every course in his particular.
KING HENRY IVO Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 95Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
The lifting up of day.
Look, here's more news.
HARCOURTFrom enemies heaven keep your majesty;
And, when they stand against you, may they fall
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 100As those that I am come to tell you of!
The Earl Northumberland and the Lord Bardolph,
With a great power of English and of Scots
Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown:
The manner and true order of the fight
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 105This packet, please it you, contains at large.
KING HENRY IVAnd wherefore should these good news make me sick?
Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach and no food;
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 110Such are the poor, in health; or else a feast
And takes away the stomach; such are the rich,
That have abundance and enjoy it not.
I should rejoice now at this happy news;
And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy:
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 115O me! come near me; now I am much ill.
GLOUCESTERComfort, your majesty!
CLARENCEO my royal father!
WESTMORELANDMy sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up.
WARWICKBe patient, princes; you do know, these fits
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 120Are with his highness very ordinary.
Stand from him. Give him air; he'll straight be well.
CLARENCENo, no, he cannot long hold out these pangs:
The incessant care and labour of his mind
Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 125So thin that life looks through and will break out.
GLOUCESTERThe people fear me; for they do observe
Unfather'd heirs and loathly births of nature:
The seasons change their manners, as the year
Had found some months asleep and leap'd them over.
CLARENCEAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 130The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between;
And the old folk, time's doting chronicles,
Say it did so a little time before
That our great-grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died.
WARWICKSpeak lower, princes, for the king recovers.
GLOUCESTERAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 135This apoplexy will certain be his end.
KING HENRY IVI pray you, take me up, and bear me hence
Into some other chamber: softly, pray.

ACT IV

SCENE V. Another chamber.

KING HENRY IVLet there be no noise made, my gentle friends;
Unless some dull and favourable hand
Will whisper music to my weary spirit.
WARWICKCall for the music in the other room.
KING HENRY IVAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 5Set me the crown upon my pillow here.
CLARENCEHis eye is hollow, and he changes much.
WARWICKLess noise, less noise!
PRINCE HENRYWho saw the Duke of Clarence?
CLARENCEI am here, brother, full of heaviness.
PRINCE HENRYAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 10How now! rain within doors, and none abroad!
How doth the king?
GLOUCESTERExceeding ill.
PRINCE HENRYHeard he the good news yet?
Tell it him.
GLOUCESTERAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 15He alter'd much upon the hearing it.
PRINCE HENRYIf he be sick with joy, he'll recover without physic.
WARWICKNot so much noise, my lords: sweet prince,
speak low;
The king your father is disposed to sleep.
CLARENCEAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 20Let us withdraw into the other room.
WARWICKWill't please your grace to go along with us?
PRINCE HENRYNo; I will sit and watch here by the king.
Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,
Being so troublesome a bedfellow?
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 25O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide
To many a watchful night! sleep with it now!
Yet not so sound and half so deeply sweet
As he whose brow with homely biggen bound
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 30Snores out the watch of night. O majesty!
When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,
That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath
There lies a downy feather which stirs not:
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 35Did he suspire, that light and weightless down
Perforce must move. My gracious lord! my father!
This sleep is sound indeed, this is a sleep
That from this golden rigol hath divorced
So many English kings. Thy due from me
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 40Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood,
Which nature, love, and filial tenderness,
Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously:
My due from thee is this imperial crown,
Which, as immediate as thy place and blood,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 45Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,
Which God shall guard: and put the world's whole strength
Into one giant arm, it shall not force
This lineal honour from me: this from thee
Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me.
KING HENRY IVAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 50Warwick! Gloucester! Clarence!
CLARENCEDoth the king call?
WARWICKWhat would your majesty? How fares your grace?
KING HENRY IVWhy did you leave me here alone, my lords?
CLARENCEWe left the prince my brother here, my liege,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 55Who undertook to sit and watch by you.
KING HENRY IVThe Prince of Wales! Where is he? let me see him:
He is not here.
WARWICKThis door is open; he is gone this way.
GLOUCESTERHe came not through the chamber where we stay'd.
KING HENRY IVAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 60Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow?
WARWICKWhen we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.
KING HENRY IVThe prince hath ta'en it hence: go, seek him out.
Is he so hasty that he doth suppose
My sleep my death?
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 65Find him, my Lord of Warwick; chide him hither.
This part of his conjoins with my disease,
And helps to end me. See, sons, what things you are!
How quickly nature falls into revolt
When gold becomes her object!
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 70For this the foolish over-careful fathers
Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care,
Their bones with industry;
For this they have engrossed and piled up
The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold;
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 75For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts and martial exercises:
When, like the bee, culling from every flower
The virtuous sweets,
Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 80We bring it to the hive, and, like the bees,
Are murdered for our pains. This bitter taste
Yield his engrossments to the ending father.
Now, where is he that will not stay so long
Till his friend sickness hath determined me?
WARWICKAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 85My lord, I found the prince in the next room,
Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks,
With such a deep demeanor in great sorrow
That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood,
Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 90With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.
KING HENRY IVBut wherefore did he take away the crown?
Lo, where he comes. Come hither to me, Harry.
Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.
PRINCE HENRYI never thought to hear you speak again.
KING HENRY IVAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 95Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought:
I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.
Dost thou so hunger for mine empty chair
That thou wilt needs invest thee with my honours
Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth!
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 100Thou seek'st the greatness that will o'erwhelm thee.
Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity
Is held from falling with so weak a wind
That it will quickly drop: my day is dim.
Thou hast stolen that which after some few hours
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 105Were thine without offence; and at my death
Thou hast seal'd up my expectation:
Thy life did manifest thou lovedst me not,
And thou wilt have me die assured of it.
Thou hidest a thousand daggers in thy thoughts,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 110Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,
To stab at half an hour of my life.
What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour?
Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself,
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 115That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse
Be drops of balm to sanctify thy head:
Only compound me with forgotten dust
Give that which gave thee life unto the worms.
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 120Pluck down my officers, break my decrees;
For now a time is come to mock at form:
Harry the Fifth is crown'd: up, vanity!
Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence!
And to the English court assemble now,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 125From every region, apes of idleness!
Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum:
Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance,
Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit
The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 130Be happy, he will trouble you no more;
England shall double gild his treble guilt,
England shall give him office, honour, might;
For the fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks
The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 135Shall flesh his tooth on every innocent.
O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows!
When that my care could not withhold thy riots,
What wilt thou do when riot is thy care?
O, thou wilt be a wilderness again,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 140Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants!
PRINCE HENRYO, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears,
The moist impediments unto my speech,
I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke
Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 145The course of it so far. There is your crown;
And He that wears the crown immortally
Long guard it yours! If I affect it more
Than as your honour and as your renown,
Let me no more from this obedience rise,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 150Which my most inward true and duteous spirit
Teacheth, this prostrate and exterior bending.
God witness with me, when I here came in,
And found no course of breath within your majesty,
How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 155O, let me in my present wildness die
And never live to show the incredulous world
The noble change that I have purposed!
Coming to look on you, thinking you dead,
And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 160I spake unto this crown as having sense,
And thus upbraided it: 'The care on thee depending
Hath fed upon the body of my father;
Therefore, thou best of gold art worst of gold:
Other, less fine in carat, is more precious,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 165Preserving life in medicine potable;
But thou, most fine, most honour'd: most renown'd,
Hast eat thy bearer up.' Thus, my most royal liege,
Accusing it, I put it on my head,
To try with it, as with an enemy
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 170That had before my face murder'd my father,
The quarrel of a true inheritor.
But if it did infect my blood with joy,
Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride;
If any rebel or vain spirit of mine
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 175Did with the least affection of a welcome
Give entertainment to the might of it,
Let God for ever keep it from my head
And make me as the poorest vassal is
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
KING HENRY IVAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 180O my son,
God put it in thy mind to take it hence,
That thou mightst win the more thy father's love,
Pleading so wisely in excuse of it!
Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed;
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 185And hear, I think, the very latest counsel
That ever I shall breathe. God knows, my son,
By what by-paths and indirect crook'd ways
I met this crown; and I myself know well
How troublesome it sat upon my head.
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 190To thee it shall descend with bitter quiet,
Better opinion, better confirmation;
For all the soil of the achievement goes
With me into the earth. It seem'd in me
But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 195And I had many living to upbraid
My gain of it by their assistances;
Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed,
Wounding supposed peace: all these bold fears
Thou see'st with peril I have answered;
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 200For all my reign hath been but as a scene
Acting that argument: and now my death
Changes the mode; for what in me was purchased,
Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort;
So thou the garland wear'st successively.
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 205Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do,
Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green;
And all my friends, which thou must make thy friends,
Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out;
By whose fell working I was first advanced
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 210And by whose power I well might lodge a fear
To be again displaced: which to avoid,
I cut them off; and had a purpose now
To lead out many to the Holy Land,
Lest rest and lying still might make them look
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 215Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy course to busy giddy minds
With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out,
May waste the memory of the former days.
More would I, but my lungs are wasted so
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 220That strength of speech is utterly denied me.
How I came by the crown, O God forgive;
And grant it may with thee in true peace live!
PRINCE HENRYMy gracious liege,
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 225Then plain and right must my possession be:
Which I with more than with a common pain
'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.
KING HENRY IVLook, look, here comes my John of Lancaster.
LANCASTERHealth, peace, and happiness to my royal father!
KING HENRY IVAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 230Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son John;
But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
From this bare wither'd trunk: upon thy sight
My worldly business makes a period.
Where is my Lord of Warwick?
PRINCE HENRYAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 235My Lord of Warwick!
KING HENRY IVDoth any name particular belong
Unto the lodging where I first did swoon?
WARWICK'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.
KING HENRY IVLaud be to God! even there my life must end.
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 240It hath been prophesied to me many years,
I should not die but in Jerusalem;
Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land:
But bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie;
In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.

ACT V

SCENE I. Gloucestershire. SHALLOW'S house.

SHALLOWBy cock and pie, sir, you shall not away to-night.
What, Davy, I say!
FALSTAFFYou must excuse me, Master Robert Shallow.
SHALLOWI will not excuse you; you shall not be excused;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 5excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse
shall serve; you shall not be excused. Why, Davy!
DAVYHere, sir.
SHALLOWDavy, Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see, Davy; let me
see, Davy; let me see: yea, marry, William cook,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 10bid him come hither. Sir John, you shall not be excused.
DAVYMarry, sir, thus; those precepts cannot be served:
and, again, sir, shall we sow the headland with wheat?
SHALLOWWith red wheat, Davy. But for William cook: are
there no young pigeons?
DAVYAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 15Yes, sir. Here is now the smith's note for shoeing
and plough-irons.
SHALLOWLet it be cast and paid. Sir John, you shall not be excused.
DAVYNow, sir, a new link to the bucket must need be
had: and, sir, do you mean to stop any of William's
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 20wages, about the sack he lost the other day at
Hinckley fair?
SHALLOWA' shall answer it. Some pigeons, Davy, a couple
of short-legged hens, a joint of mutton, and any
pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook.
DAVYAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 25Doth the man of war stay all night, sir?
SHALLOWYea, Davy. I will use him well: a friend i' the
court is better than a penny in purse. Use his men
well, Davy; for they are arrant knaves, and will backbite.
DAVYNo worse than they are backbitten, sir; for they
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 30have marvellous foul linen.
SHALLOWWell conceited, Davy: about thy business, Davy.
DAVYI beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor of
Woncot against Clement Perkes of the hill.
SHALLOWThere is many complaints, Davy, against that Visor:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 35that Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge.
DAVYI grant your worship that he is a knave, sir; but
yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should have some
countenance at his friend's request. An honest
man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 40is not. I have served your worship truly, sir,
this eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in
a quarter bear out a knave against an honest man, I
have but a very little credit with your worship. The
knave is mine honest friend, sir; therefore, I
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 45beseech your worship, let him be countenanced.
SHALLOWGo to; I say he shall have no wrong. Look about, Davy.
Where are you, Sir John? Come, come, come, off
with your boots. Give me your hand, Master Bardolph.
BARDOLPHI am glad to see your worship.
SHALLOWAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 50I thank thee with all my heart, kind
Master Bardolph: and welcome, my tall fellow.
Come, Sir John.
FALSTAFFI'll follow you, good Master Robert Shallow.
Bardolph, look to our horses.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 55If I were sawed into quantities, I should make four
dozen of such bearded hermits' staves as Master
Shallow. It is a wonderful thing to see the
semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his:
they, by observing of him, do bear themselves like
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 60foolish justices; he, by conversing with them, is
turned into a justice-like serving-man: their
spirits are so married in conjunction with the
participation of society that they flock together in
consent, like so many wild-geese. If I had a suit
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 65to Master Shallow, I would humour his men with the
imputation of being near their master: if to his
men, I would curry with Master Shallow that no man
could better command his servants. It is certain
that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 70caught, as men take diseases, one of another:
therefore let men take heed of their company. I
will devise matter enough out of this Shallow to
keep Prince Harry in continual laughter the wearing
out of six fashions, which is four terms, or two
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 75actions, and a' shall laugh without intervallums. O,
it is much that a lie with a slight oath and a jest
with a sad brow will do with a fellow that never
had the ache in his shoulders! O, you shall see him
laugh till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up!
SHALLOWAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 80 Sir John!
FALSTAFFI come, Master Shallow; I come, Master Shallow.

ACT V

SCENE II. Westminster. The palace.

WARWICKHow now, my lord chief-justice! whither away?
Lord Chief-JusticeHow doth the king?
WARWICKExceeding well; his cares are now all ended.
Lord Chief-JusticeI hope, not dead.
WARWICKAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 5He's walk'd the way of nature;
And to our purposes he lives no more.
Lord Chief-JusticeI would his majesty had call'd me with him:
The service that I truly did his life
Hath left me open to all injuries.
WARWICKAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 10Indeed I think the young king loves you not.
Lord Chief-JusticeI know he doth not, and do arm myself
To welcome the condition of the time,
Which cannot look more hideously upon me
Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.
WARWICKAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 15Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry:
O that the living Harry had the temper
Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen!
How many nobles then should hold their places
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!
Lord Chief-JusticeAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 20O God, I fear all will be overturn'd!
LANCASTERGood morrow, cousin Warwick, good morrow.
GLOUCESTERGood morrow, cousin.
LANCASTERWe meet like men that had forgot to speak.
WARWICKWe do remember; but our argument
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 25Is all too heavy to admit much talk.
LANCASTERWell, peace be with him that hath made us heavy.
Lord Chief-JusticePeace be with us, lest we be heavier!
GLOUCESTERO, good my lord, you have lost a friend indeed;
And I dare swear you borrow not that face
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 30Of seeming sorrow, it is sure your own.
LANCASTERThough no man be assured what grace to find,
You stand in coldest expectation:
I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise.
CLARENCEWell, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 35Which swims against your stream of quality.
Lord Chief-JusticeSweet princes, what I did, I did in honour,
Led by the impartial conduct of my soul:
And never shall you see that I will beg
A ragged and forestall'd remission.
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 40If truth and upright innocency fail me,
I'll to the king my master that is dead,
And tell him who hath sent me after him.
WARWICKHere comes the prince.
Lord Chief-JusticeGood morrow; and God save your majesty!
KING HENRY VAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 45This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,
Sits not so easy on me as you think.
Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear:
This is the English, not the Turkish court;
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 50But Harry Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, by my faith, it very well becomes you:
Sorrow so royally in you appears
That I will deeply put the fashion on
And wear it in my heart: why then, be sad;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 55But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
Than a joint burden laid upon us all.
For me, by heaven, I bid you be assured,
I'll be your father and your brother too;
Let me but bear your love, I 'll bear your cares:
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 60Yet weep that Harry's dead; and so will I;
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears
By number into hours of happiness.
PrincesWe hope no other from your majesty.
KING HENRY VYou all look strangely on me: and you most;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 65You are, I think, assured I love you not.
Lord Chief-JusticeI am assured, if I be measured rightly,
Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
KING HENRY VNo!
How might a prince of my great hopes forget
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 70So great indignities you laid upon me?
What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
The immediate heir of England! Was this easy?
May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?
Lord Chief-JusticeI then did use the person of your father;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 75The image of his power lay then in me:
And, in the administration of his law,
Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,
Your highness pleased to forget my place,
The majesty and power of law and justice,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 80The image of the king whom I presented,
And struck me in my very seat of judgment;
Whereon, as an offender to your father,
I gave bold way to my authority
And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 85Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
To have a son set your decrees at nought,
To pluck down justice from your awful bench,
To trip the course of law and blunt the sword
That guards the peace and safety of your person;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 90Nay, more, to spurn at your most royal image
And mock your workings in a second body.
Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours;
Be now the father and propose a son,
Hear your own dignity so much profaned,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 95See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted,
Behold yourself so by a son disdain'd;
And then imagine me taking your part
And in your power soft silencing your son:
After this cold considerance, sentence me;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 100And, as you are a king, speak in your state
What I have done that misbecame my place,
My person, or my liege's sovereignty.
KING HENRY VYou are right, justice, and you weigh this well;
Therefore still bear the balance and the sword:
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 105And I do wish your honours may increase,
Till you do live to see a son of mine
Offend you and obey you, as I did.
So shall I live to speak my father's words:
'Happy am I, that have a man so bold,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 110That dares do justice on my proper son;
And not less happy, having such a son,
That would deliver up his greatness so
Into the hands of justice.' You did commit me:
For which, I do commit into your hand
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 115The unstained sword that you have used to bear;
With this remembrance, that you use the same
With the like bold, just and impartial spirit
As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand.
You shall be as a father to my youth:
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 120My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear,
And I will stoop and humble my intents
To your well-practised wise directions.
And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you;
My father is gone wild into his grave,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 125For in his tomb lie my affections;
And with his spirit sadly I survive,
To mock the expectation of the world,
To frustrate prophecies and to raze out
Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 130After my seeming. The tide of blood in me
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity till now:
Now doth it turn and ebb back to the sea,
Where it shall mingle with the state of floods
And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 135Now call we our high court of parliament:
And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel,
That the great body of our state may go
In equal rank with the best govern'd nation;
That war, or peace, or both at once, may be
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 140As things acquainted and familiar to us;
In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.
Our coronation done, we will accite,
As I before remember'd, all our state:
And, God consigning to my good intents,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 145No prince nor peer shall have just cause to say,
God shorten Harry's happy life one day!

ACT V

SCENE III. Gloucestershire. SHALLOW'S orchard.

SHALLOWNay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour,
we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing,
with a dish of caraways, and so forth: come,
cousin Silence: and then to bed.
FALSTAFFAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 5'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.
SHALLOWBarren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all,
Sir John: marry, good air. Spread, Davy; spread,
Davy; well said, Davy.
FALSTAFFThis Davy serves you for good uses; he is your
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 10serving-man and your husband.
SHALLOWA good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet,
Sir John: by the mass, I have drunk too much sack
at supper: a good varlet. Now sit down, now sit
down: come, cousin.
SILENCEAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 15Ah, sirrah! quoth-a, we shall
Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,
And praise God for the merry year;
When flesh is cheap and females dear,
And lusty lads roam here and there
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 20So merrily,
And ever among so merrily.
FALSTAFFThere's a merry heart! Good Master Silence, I'll
give you a health for that anon.
SHALLOWGive Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.
DAVYAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 25Sweet sir, sit; I'll be with you anon. most sweet
sir, sit. Master page, good master page, sit.
Proface! What you want in meat, we'll have in drink:
but you must bear; the heart's all.
SHALLOWBe merry, Master Bardolph; and, my little soldier
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 30there, be merry.
SILENCEBe merry, be merry, my wife has all;
For women are shrews, both short and tall:
'Tis merry in hall when beards wag all,
And welcome merry Shrove-tide.
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 35Be merry, be merry.
FALSTAFFI did not think Master Silence had been a man of
this mettle.
SILENCEWho, I? I have been merry twice and once ere now.
DAVYThere's a dish of leather-coats for you.
SHALLOWAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 40Davy!
DAVYYour worship! I'll be with you straight.
A cup of wine, sir?
SILENCEA cup of wine that's brisk and fine,
And drink unto the leman mine;
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 45And a merry heart lives long-a.
FALSTAFFWell said, Master Silence.
SILENCEAn we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o' the night.
FALSTAFFHealth and long life to you, Master Silence.
SILENCEFill the cup, and let it come;
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 50I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.
SHALLOWHonest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest any
thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.
Welcome, my little tiny thief.
And welcome indeed too. I'll drink to Master
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 55Bardolph, and to all the cavaleros about London.
DAVYI hove to see London once ere I die.
BARDOLPHAn I might see you there, Davy, —
SHALLOWBy the mass, you'll crack a quart together, ha!
Will you not, Master Bardolph?
BARDOLPHAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 60Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot.
SHALLOWBy God's liggens, I thank thee: the knave will
stick by thee, I can assure thee that. A' will not
out; he is true bred.
BARDOLPHAnd I'll stick by him, sir.
SHALLOWAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 65Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be merry.
Look who's at door there, ho! who knocks?
FALSTAFFWhy, now you have done me right.
SILENCE(STAGEDIR "Singing")
Do me right,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 70And dub me knight: Samingo.
Is't not so?
FALSTAFF'Tis so.
SILENCEIs't so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat.
DAVYAn't please your worship, there's one Pistol come
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 75from the court with news.
FALSTAFFFrom the court! let him come in.
How now, Pistol!
PISTOLSir John, God save you!
FALSTAFFWhat wind blew you hither, Pistol?
PISTOLAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 80Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet
knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm.
SILENCEBy'r lady, I think a' be, but goodman Puff of Barson.
PISTOLPuff!
Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 85Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend,
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee,
And tidings do I bring and lucky joys
And golden times and happy news of price.
FALSTAFFI pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this world.
PISTOLAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 90A foutre for the world and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys.
FALSTAFFO base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?
Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
SILENCEAnd Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.
PISTOLAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 95Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
And shall good news be baffled?
Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.
SILENCEHonest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
PISTOLWhy then, lament therefore.
SHALLOWAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 100Give me pardon, sir: if, sir, you come with news
from the court, I take it there's but two ways,
either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am,
sir, under the king, in some authority.
PISTOLUnder which king, Besonian? speak, or die.
SHALLOWAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 105Under King Harry.
PISTOLHarry the Fourth? or Fifth?
SHALLOWHarry the Fourth.
PISTOLA foutre for thine office!
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king;
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 110Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth:
When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like
The bragging Spaniard.
FALSTAFFWhat, is the old king dead?
PISTOLAs nail in door: the things I speak are just.
FALSTAFFAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 115Away, Bardolph! saddle my horse. Master Robert
Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land,
'tis thine. Pistol, I will double-charge thee with dignities.
BARDOLPHO joyful day!
I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.
PISTOLAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 120What! I do bring good news.
FALSTAFFCarry Master Silence to bed. Master Shallow, my
Lord Shallow, — be what thou wilt; I am fortune's
steward — get on thy boots: we'll ride all night.
O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph!
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 125Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal devise
something to do thyself good. Boot, boot, Master
Shallow: I know the young king is sick for me. Let
us take any man's horses; the laws of England are at
my commandment. Blessed are they that have been my
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 130friends; and woe to my lord chief-justice!
PISTOLLet vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
'Where is the life that late I led?' say they:
Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days!

ACT V

SCENE IV. London. A street.

MISTRESS QUICKLYNo, thou arrant knave; I would to God that I might
die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast
drawn my shoulder out of joint.
First BeadleThe constables have delivered her over to me; and
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 5she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant
her: there hath been a man or two lately killed about her.
DOLL TEARSHEETNut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I 'll tell
thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal, an
the child I now go with do miscarry, thou wert
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 10better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou
paper-faced villain.
MISTRESS QUICKLYO the Lord, that Sir John were come! he would make
this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the
fruit of her womb miscarry!
First BeadleAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 15If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again;
you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go
with me; for the man is dead that you and Pistol
beat amongst you.
DOLL TEARSHEETI'll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 20will have you as soundly swinged for this, — you
blue-bottle rogue, you filthy famished correctioner,
if you be not swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles.
First BeadleCome, come, you she knight-errant, come.
MISTRESS QUICKLYO God, that right should thus overcome might!
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 25Well, of sufferance comes ease.
DOLL TEARSHEETCome, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.
MISTRESS QUICKLYAy, come, you starved blood-hound.
DOLL TEARSHEETGoodman death, goodman bones!
MISTRESS QUICKLYThou atomy, thou!
DOLL TEARSHEETAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 30Come, you thin thing; come you rascal.
First BeadleVery well.

ACT V

SCENE V. A public place near Westminster Abbey.

First GroomMore rushes, more rushes.
Second GroomThe trumpets have sounded twice.
First Groom'Twill be two o'clock ere they come from the
coronation: dispatch, dispatch.
FALSTAFFAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 5Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow; I will
make the king do you grace: I will leer upon him as
a' comes by; and do but mark the countenance that he
will give me.
PISTOLGod bless thy lungs, good knight.
FALSTAFFAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 10Come here, Pistol; stand behind me. O, if I had had
time to have made new liveries, I would have
bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But
'tis no matter; this poor show doth better: this
doth infer the zeal I had to see him.
SHALLOWAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 15It doth so.
FALSTAFFIt shows my earnestness of affection, —
SHALLOWIt doth so.
FALSTAFFMy devotion, —
SHALLOWIt doth, it doth, it doth.
FALSTAFFAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 20As it were, to ride day and night; and not to
deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience
to shift me, —
SHALLOWIt is best, certain.
FALSTAFFBut to stand stained with travel, and sweating with
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 25desire to see him; thinking of nothing else,
putting all affairs else in oblivion, as if there
were nothing else to be done but to see him.
PISTOL'Tis 'semper idem,' for 'obsque hoc nihil est:'
'tis all in every part.
SHALLOWAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 30'Tis so, indeed.
PISTOLMy knight, I will inflame thy noble liver,
And make thee rage.
Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
Is in base durance and contagious prison;
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 35Haled thither
By most mechanical and dirty hand:
Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell
Alecto's snake,
For Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.
FALSTAFFAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 40I will deliver her.
PISTOLThere roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.
FALSTAFFGod save thy grace, King Hal! my royal Hal!
PISTOLThe heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!
FALSTAFFGod save thee, my sweet boy!
KING HENRY IVAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 45My lord chief-justice, speak to that vain man.
Lord Chief-JusticeHave you your wits? know you what 'tis to speak?
FALSTAFFMy king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!
KING HENRY IVI know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers;
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 50I have long dream'd of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old and so profane;
But, being awaked, I do despise my dream.
Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace;
Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 55For thee thrice wider than for other men.
Reply not to me with a fool-born jest:
Presume not that I am the thing I was;
For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self;
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 60So will I those that kept me company.
When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast,
The tutor and the feeder of my riots:
Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 65As I have done the rest of my misleaders,
Not to come near our person by ten mile.
For competence of life I will allow you,
That lack of means enforce you not to evil:
And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 70We will, according to your strengths and qualities,
Give you advancement. Be it your charge, my lord,
To see perform'd the tenor of our word. Set on.
FALSTAFFMaster Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.
SHALLOWYea, marry, Sir John; which I beseech you to let me
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 75have home with me.
FALSTAFFThat can hardly be, Master Shallow. Do not you
grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private to
him: look you, he must seem thus to the world:
fear not your advancements; I will be the man yet
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 80that shall make you great.
SHALLOWI cannot well perceive how, unless you should give
me your doublet and stuff me out with straw. I
beseech you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred
of my thousand.
FALSTAFFAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 85Sir, I will be as good as my word: this that you
heard was but a colour.
SHALLOWA colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John.
FALSTAFFFear no colours: go with me to dinner: come,
Lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph: I shall be sent
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 90for soon at night.
Lord Chief-JusticeGo, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet:
Take all his company along with him.
FALSTAFFMy lord, my lord, —
Lord Chief-JusticeI cannot now speak: I will hear you soon.
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 95Take them away.
PISTOLSi fortune me tormenta, spero contenta.
LANCASTERI like this fair proceeding of the king's:
He hath intent his wonted followers
Shall all be very well provided for;
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 100But all are banish'd till their conversations
Appear more wise and modest to the world.
Lord Chief-JusticeAnd so they are.
LANCASTERThe king hath call'd his parliament, my lord.
Lord Chief-JusticeHe hath.
LANCASTERAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 105I will lay odds that, ere this year expire,
We bear our civil swords and native fire
As far as France: I heard a bird so sing,
Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.
Come, will you hence?