Glendower.
Mor.
These promises are fair, the parties sure,
And our induction full of prosperous hope.
Hot.
Lord Mortimer,—and cousin Glendower,—will you
Sit down,—and uncle Worcester: A plague upon it!
I have forgot the map.
Gle.
No, here it is.
[laying it on the Table.
Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hot-spur:
-- 52 --
For by that name as oft note as Lancaster
Doth speak of you, his cheek looks note pale; and, with
A rising sigh note, he wisheth you in heaven.
Hot.
And you in hell, as often note as he hears
Owen Glendower spoke of.
Gle.
I cannot blame him: at my nativity,
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
Of burning cressets; ay, and, at my birth,
The frame and huge note foundation of the earth
Shak'd like a coward.
Hot.
Why, so it would have done
At the same season, if your mother's cat
Had kitten'd note, though yourself had ne'er been born.
Gle.
I say, the earth did shake when I was born.
Hot.
And I say, the earth was not of my mind,
If you suppose, as fearing you it shook.
Gle.
The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.
Hot.
O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,
And not in fear of your nativity.
Diseased nature14Q0631 oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions: oft the note teeming earth
Is with a kind of cholic pinch'd and vex'd
By the imprisoning of unruly wind
Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples note down
Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your birth,
Our grandam earth, having this distemperature, note
In passion shook.
Gle.
Cousin, of many men
I do not bear these crossings note. Give me leave
To tell you once again,—that, at my birth,
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes;
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The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields:
These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
And all the courses of my life do shew,
I am not in the roll of note common men.
Where is note he living,—clip'd in with the sea
That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales, note—
Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
And bring him out, that is but woman's son,
Can trace me in the tedious ways note of art,
And hold me pace in deep experiments.
Hot.
I think, there's no man that speaks better Welsh:
I will to dinner.
Mor.
Peace, brother Percy; you will make him mad.
Gle.
I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Hot.
Why, so can I; or so can any man:
But will they come, when you do call for them?
Gle.
Why, I can teach thee, cousin note, to command
The devil.
Hot.
And I can teach thee, cousin note, to shame the devil,
By telling truth; Tell truth, and shame the devil:
If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.
Mor.
Come, come,
No more of this unprofitable chat.
Gle.
Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head
Against my power: thrice, from the banks note of Wye,
And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent note him,
Bootless, and14Q0632 weather-beaten, home.
Hot.
Home without boots, and in foul weather too!
How scapes he agues, in the devil's name?
-- 54 --
Gle.
Come, here's the map; Shall we divide our right,
According to our threefold order ta'en?
Mor.
The arch-deacon hath divided it already
Into three limits, very equally.
England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
[pointing to a Part of the Map.
By south and east, is to my part assign'd:
All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
And all the fertile land within that bound,
To Owen Glendower:—and, dear brother, to you
The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
And our indentures tripartite are drawn:
Which being sealed interchangeably,
(A business that this night may execute)
To-morrow, brother Percy, you, and I,
And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth,
To meet your father, and the Scottish power,
As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
My father Glendower is not ready yet,
Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days:—
Within that space, [to Gle.] you may have drawn together
Your tenants, friends, and neighb'ring gentlemen.
Gle.
A shorter time shall send me to you, lords,
And in my conduct shall your ladies come:
From whom you now must steal, and take no leave;
For there will be a world of waters shed,
Upon the parting of your wives and you.
Hot.
Methinks, my moiety,14Q0633 north from Burton here,
In quantity equals not one of yours:
See, how this river comes me cranking note in,
And cuts me, from the best of all my land,
A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle note out.
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I'll have the current in this place dam'd up;
And here † the smug and silver Trent shall run,
In a new channel, fair and evenly:
It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
To rob me of so rich a bottom here.
Gle.
Not wind? it shall, it must; you see, it doth.
Mor.
Yea, but
Mark how he bears his course, and runs me up
With like advantage on the other side;
Gelding the opposed continent as much,
As on the other side it takes from you.
Wor.
Yea, but a little charge will trench him here,
And on this north side win this cape of land;
And then he runs straitly and evenly.
Hot.
I'll have it so; a little charge will do it.
Gle.
I will not have it alter'd.
Hot.
Will not you?
Gle.
No, nor you shall not.
Hot.
Who shall say me, nay?
Gle.
Why, that will I.
Hot.
Let me not understand you then,
Speak it in Welsh.
Gle.
I can speak English, lord, as well as you;
For I was train'd up in the English court:
Where, being but young, I framed to the harp
Many an English ditty, lovely well,
And gave the tongue a helpful ornament;
A virtue that was never seen in you.
Hot.
Marry, and I'm glad on't with all my heart;
I had rather be a kitten, and cry—mew,
Than one of these same metre note ballad-mongers:
I had rather hear a brazen candlestick note turn'd,
-- 56 --
Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;
And that would set my teeth nothing note on edge,
Nothing so much as mincing poetry;
'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
Gle.
Come, you shall have Trent turn'd.
Hot.
I do not care: note I'll give thrice so much land
To any well-deserving friend;
But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?
Gle.
The moon shines fair, you may away by night:
I'll haste the writer forward; and, withal,
Break with your wives of your departure hence:
I am afraid, my daughter will run mad,
So much she doteth on her Mortimer.
[Exit.
Mor.
Fie, brother Percy! how you cross my father!
Hot.
I cannot choose: sometimes note he angers me,
With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant,
Of the dreamer Merlin, and his prophesies;
And of a dragon, and a finless fish,
A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven,
A couching lion, and note a ramping cat,
And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
As puts me from my faith. I tell you what,—
He held me, last night, at the least nine hours,
In reck'ning up the several devils' names,
That were his lackeys: I cry'd, hum, and, well; note
But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious
As is a tired horse, a railing wife;
Worse than a smoky house: I had rather live,
With cheese and garlick, in a wind-mill, far;
Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me,
-- 57 --
In any summer-house in christendom.
Mor.
In faith, he is note a worthy gentleman;
Exceedingly note well read, and profited
In strange concealments; valiant as a lion,
And wond'rous affable; and as bountiful
As mines of India. Shall I tell you, brother?
He holds your temper in a high respect,
And curbs note himself even of his natural scope,
When you do cross note his humour; 'faith, he does:
I warrant you, that man is not alive,
Might so have tempted him, as you have done,
Without the taste of danger and reproof;
But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.
Wor.
In note faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame;
And, since your coming hither, have done enough
To put him quite note beside his patience.
You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:
Though sometimes it shew greatness, courage, blood,
(And that's the dearest grace it renders you;)
Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,
Defect of manners, want of government,
Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain:
The least of which, haunting a nobleman,
Loseth men's hearts; and leaves behind a stain
Upon the beauty of all parts besides note,
Beguiling them of commendation.
Hot.
Well, I am school'd; Good manners be note your speed!
Here come our note wives, and let us take our leave note.
Re-enter Glendower, with the Ladies.
Mor.
This is the deadly spite that angers me,—
My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh.
Gle.
My daughter weeps; she will not part with you,
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She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.
Mor.
Good father, tell her,—she, and my sister Percy,14Q0634
Shall follow in your conduct speedily.
Glendower speaks to his Daughter in Welsh, and she answers him in the same.
Gle.
She's desperate here; a peevish self-will'd harlotry,
One note that no persuasion can do good upon.
Daughter again in Welsh, to her Husband.
Mor.
I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh14Q0635
Which thou pour'st down too from these swelling heavens,
I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,
In such a parly should I note answer thee.
Daughter again to her Husband; kissing, and embracing him.
I understand thy kisses, and thou mine,
And that's a feeling note disputation:
But I will never be a truant, love,
'Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly pen'd,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
With ravishing division, to her lute.
Gle.
Nay, if you note melt, then will she run quite mad.
Daughter again to her Husband.
Mor.
O, I am ignorance itself in this.
Gle.
She bids you note, on the rushes note lay you down,
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song note that pleaseth you,
And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness;
Making such difference 'twixt note wake and sleep,
-- 59 --
As is the difference betwixt day and night,
The hour before the heavenly-harness'd teem
Begins his note golden progress in the east.
Mor.
With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her sing:
By that time will our book, I think, be drawn.
Gle.
Do so; and those musicians that shall play to you,
Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence note;
Yet straight note they shall be here: sit, and attend note.
Hot.
Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down:
Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in thy
lap.
Lad.
Go, ye giddy goose.
Glendower mutters some Incantations in Welsh, and a Musick plays.
Hot.
Now I perceive,14Q0636 the devil understands Welsh;
And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous.
By'r-lady, he's a good musician.
Lad.
Then should note you be nothing but musical;
For you are altogether govern'd note by humours.
Lye still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing
In Welsh.
Hot.
I had rather hear Lady, my brach note, howl in Irish.
Lad.
Would'st have note thy head broken?
Hot.
No.
Lad.
Then be still.
Hot.
Neither; 'tis a woman's fault.
Lad.
Now God help thee!
Hot.
To the Welsh lady's bed.
Lad.
What's that?
Hot.
Peace! she sings.
A Welsh SONG.
Hot.
Come, Kate note, I'll have your song too.
-- 60 --
Lad.
Not mine, in good sooth.
Hot.
Not yours, in good sooth; 'Heart note, you swear
like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in good sooth;
and, As true as I live; and, As God shall mend me;
and, As sure as day;—
And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths,
As if thou never walk'dst note further than Finsbury.
Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art,
A good mouth-filling oath; and leave in sooth,
And such protests note of pepper ginger-bread,
To velvet guards, and sunday citizens.
Come, sing.
Lad.
I will not sing.
Hot.
'Tis the next way,14Q0637 to turn tailor, or be red-breast
teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away
within these two hours; and so come in when ye
will.
[Exit.
Gle.
Come, come, lord Mortimer; you are as slow,
As hot lord Percy is on fire to go.
By this, our book is drawn; we'll seal note, and then
To horse immediately.
Mor.
With all my heart.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.
London. A Room in the Palace.
Enter King Henry, the Prince, and some Lords.
K. H.
Lords, give us leave; the prince of Wales, and I,
Must have some private conference: But be near
At hand, for we shall presently have need of you.
[Exeunt Lords.
I know not whether God will note have it so,
For some displeasing service I have done,
That, in his secret doom, out of my blood
-- 61 --
He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me:
But thou dost, in thy note passages of life,
Make me believe,—that thou art only mark'd
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven,
To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else,
Could such inordinate, and low desires,
Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attaints note,14Q0638
Such barren pleasures, rude society,
As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to,
Accompany the greatness of thy blood,
And hold their level with thy princely heart?
Pri.
So please your majesty, I would, I note could
Quit all offences with as clear excuse,
As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge
Myself of many I am charg'd withal:
Yet such extenuation let me beg,
As, in reproof of many tales devis'd,—
Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear,—
By smiling pick-thanks, and base news-mongers,
I may, for some things true, wherein my youth
Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,
Find pardon on my true submission.
K. H.
God pardon note thee!—yet let me wonder, Harry,
At thy affections, which do hold a wing
Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.
Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost,
Which by thy younger brother is supply'd;
And art almost an alien to the hearts
Of all the court and princes of my blood:
The hope and expectation of thy time
Is ruin'd; and the soul of every man
Prophetically does note fore-think thy fall.
-- 62 --
Had I so lavish of my presence been,
So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
So stale and cheap to vulgar company;
Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
Had still kept loyal to possession;
And left me in reputeless banishment,
A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood.
By being seldom seen, I could not stir,
But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at:
That men would tell their children, This is he;
Others would say,—Where? which is Bolingbroke?
And then I stole14Q0639 all courtesy from heaven,
And dress'd myself in such humility,
That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths,
Even in the presence note of the crowned king.
Thus did I note keep my person fresh, and new;
My presence, like a robe pontifical,
Ne'er seen but wonder'd at: and so my state,
Seldom, but sumptuous, shewed like a feast;
And won note, by rareness, such solemnity.
The skipping king, he ambl'd up and down
With shallow jesters, and rash bavin wits,
Soon kindl'd, and soon burnt: 'scarded note his state;
Mingl'd his royalty with carping note fools;
Had his great name prophaned with their scorns;
And gave his countenance, against his name,
To laugh with gybing note boys, and stand the push
Of every beardless vain comparative:
Grew a companion to the common streets,
Enfeoff'd note himself to popularity:
That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
-- 63 --
They surfeited with honey; and began
To loath the taste of sweets note, whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.
So, when he had occasion to be seen,
He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes,
As, sick and blunted with community,
Afford no14Q0640 extraordinary gaze,
Such as is bent on sun-like majesty
When it shines seldom in admiring eyes:
But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down,
Slept in his face, and render'd note such aspect
As cloudy men use to note their adversaries;
Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full.
And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou:
For thou hast lost thy princely priviledge,
With vile participation; not an eye
But is aweary of thy common sight,
Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more;
Which now doth that I would not have it do note,
Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.
Pri.
I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord,
Be more myself.
K. H.
For all the world,
As thou art at this note hour, was Richard then
When I from France set foot at note Ravenspurg;
And even as I was then, is Percy now.
Now by my scepter, and my soul to boot,
He hath more worthy interest to the state,
Than thou, the shadow of succession:
For, of no right, nor colour like to right,
He doth fill fields with harness in the realm;
-- 64 --
Turns head against the lion's armed jaws;
And, being no more in debt to years than thou,
Leads ancient lords and reverend note bishops on,
To bloody battles, and to bruising arms.
What never-dying honour hath he got
Against renowned note Douglas; whose high deeds,
Whose hot incursions, and great name in arms,
Holds from all soldiers note chief majority,
And military title capital,
Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ?
Thrice hath this Hot-spur note Mars in swathing note cloaths,
This infant warrior, in his enterprises
Discomfited great Douglas; ta'en him once,
Enlarged him, and made a friend of him,
To fill the mouth of deep note defiance up,
And shake the peace and safety of our throne.
And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland,
The archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, and Mortimer,
Capitulate against us, and are up.
But wherefore do I tell these news to thee?
Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
Which art my near'st and dearest enemy?
Thou that note art like enough,—through vassal fear,
Base inclination, and the start of spleen,—
To fight against me under Percy's pay,
To dog his heels, and curt'sy at his frowns,
To shew how much degenerate thou art?
Pri.
Do not think so, you shall not find it so:
And God note forgive them, that so much have sway'd
Your majesty's good thoughts away from me!
I will redeem all this on Percy's head,
And, in the closing of some glorious day,
-- 65 --
Be bold to tell you, that I am your son;
When I will wear a garment all of blood,
And stain my favours14Q0641 in a bloody mask,
Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it.
And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
That this same child of honour and renown,
This gallant Hot-spur, this all-praised knight,
And your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet:
For every honour sitting note on his helm,
'Would they were note multitudes; and on my head
My shames note redoubl'd! for the time will come,
That I shall make this northern youth exchange
His glorious deeds for my indignities:
Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
To engross up glorious note deeds on my behalf;
And I will call him to so strict account,
That he shall render every glory up,
Yea, even the slightest worship of his time,
Or I will tear the reck'ning from his heart.
This, in the name of God note, I promise here:
The which if he be pleas'd I shall perform, note
I do beseech your majesty, may salve
The long-grown wounds of my intemperance note:
If not, the end of life cancels all bonds;
And I will die a hundred note thousand note deaths,
Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.
K. H.
A hundred thousand rebels die in this:—
Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust, herein.
Enter Blunt, hastily.
How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed.
Blu.
So is the note business that I come to speak of.
Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word,—
-- 66 --
That Douglas, and the English rebels, met,
The eleventh of this month, at Shrewsbury:
A mighty and a fearful head they are,
If promises be kept on every hand,
As ever offer'd foul play in a state.
K. H.
The earl of Westmoreland set forth note to-day;
With him my son, lord John of Lancaster;
For this advertisement is five days old:—
On wednesday next, son Harry, you shall note set
Forward; on thursday, we ourselves will march.
Our meeting is Bridgnorth: and, Harry, you
Shall march through Glocestershire; by which account,
Our business valued,14Q0642 some twelve days hence
Our general forces at Bridgnorth shall meet.
Our hands are full of business: let's away;
Advantage feeds him note fat, while men delay.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.
East-cheap. A Room in the Tavern.
Enter Falstaff, and Bardolph.
Fal.
Bardolph, am I not fall'n away vilely since this
last action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? why, my
skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown; I
am wither'd like an old apple-John. Well, I'll repent,
and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall
be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength
to repent. An I have not forgotten what the inside of
a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's
horse; the inside of a church: Company, villainous
company, hath been the spoil of me.
Bar.
Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long.
Fal.
Why, there is it:—come, sing me a bawdy
song; make me merry. I was as virtuously given, as a
-- 67 --
gentleman need to be; virtuous enough: swore little;
dic'd, not above seven times a week; went to a bawdy note-house,
not above once in a quarter of an hour; pay'd
money that I borrow'd, three or four times; liv'd well,
and in good compass: and now I live out of all order,
out of all compass note.
Bar.
Why, you are so fat, sir John, that you must
needs be out of all compass; out of all reasonable compass,
sir John.
Fal.
Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my
life note: Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lanthorn
in the poop,—but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the
knight of note the burning lamp.
Bar.
Why, sir John, my face does you no harm.
Fal.
No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it, as
many a man doth of a death's head, or a memento mori:
I never see thy face, but I think upon hell-fire, and
Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his robes,
burning, burning. If thou wert any way given note to virtue,
I would swear by thy face; my oath should be, By
this note fire: but note thou art altogether given over; and wert
indeed, but for the light in thy face, the son of note utter
darkness. When thou ran'st note up Gads-hill note in the night to
catch my horse, if I did not think thou note hadst been an
ignis fatuus, or a ball of wild-fire, there's no purchase
in money. O, thou art a perpetual triumph, an everlasting note
bonefire-light! Thou hast saved me a thousand
marks in links and torches, walking with thee in the
night betwixt tavern and tavern: but the sack that
thou hast drunk me, would have bought me lights
as good cheap, at the note dearest chandler's in Europe. I
have maintained that salamander of yours with fire,
-- 68 --
any time this two and thirty years; God reward note me
for it!
Bar.
'Sblood note, I would my face were in your belly!
Enter Hostess note.
Fal.
God-a-mercy note so should I be sure to note be heart-burnt note.
—How now, dame Partlet the hen? have you enquir'd
yet, who pick'd my pocket?
Hos.
Why, sir John, what do you think, sir John?
do you think, I keep thieves in my house? I have
search'd, I have enquir'd, so has my husband, man by
man, boy by boy, servant by servant: the tithe of note a hair
was never lost in my house before.
Fal.
You lie, hostess; Bardolph was shav'd, and lost
many a hair note: and I'll be sworn, my pocket was pick'd:
Go to, you are a woman, go.
Hos.
Who I? I note defy thee: I was note never call'd so in
mine own house before.
Fal.
Go to, I know you well enough.
Hos.
No, sir John; you do not know me, sir John:
I know you, sir John: you owe me money, sir John,
and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I
bought you a dozen of shirts to your back.
Fal.
Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away
to bakers' wives, and note they have made boulters of them.
Hos.
Now, as I note am a true woman, holland of eight
shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, sir John,
for your diet, and by-drinkings; and money lent you,
four and twenty pounds note.
Fal.
He had his part of it; let him pay.
Hos.
He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing.
Fal.
How! poor? look in his face; What call you
rich? let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks;
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I'll not pay a denier: What, will you make a younker
of me? shall I not14Q0643 take mine ease in mine inn, but I
shall have my pocket pick'd? I have lost a seal-ring of
my grandfather's, worth forty mark.
Hos.
O, Jesu note! I have heard the prince tell him, I
know not how oft, that that ring note was copper.
Fal.
How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup note; and,
if he note were here, I would cudgel him like a dog, if he
would say so.
Enter the Prince, and Peto, marching:
Falstaff meets, and puts himself before them; playing
upon his Truncheon, like a Fife.
Fal.
How now, lad? is the wind in that door, i'faith note?
must we all march?
Bar.
Yea, two and two, Newgate-fashion.
Hos.
My lord, I pray you, hear me.
Pri.
What say'st thou, mistress Quickly? How does
thy husband? I love him well, he is an honest man.
Hos.
Good my lord, hear me.
Fal.
Pr'ythee, let her alone, and list to me.
Pri.
What say'st thou, Jack?
Fal.
The other night I fell asleep here behind the
arras, and had my pocket pick'd: this house is turn'd
bawdy-house, they pick pockets.
Pri.
What didst thou lose, Jack?
Fal.
Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds
of a forty note pound note a-piece, and a seal-ring of my grandfather's.
Pri.
A trifle, some eight-penny matter.
Hos.
So I told him, my lord; and I said, I heard
your grace say so: And, my lord, he speaks most vilely
of you, like a foul-mouth'd man as note he is; and said, he
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would cudgel you.
Pri.
What! he did not?
Hos.
There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood
in me else.
Fal.
There's no more faith in thee, than in a note stew'd
prune; nor no more truth in thee, than in a drawn fox;14Q0644
and for womanhood, maid-Marian may be the deputy's
wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing note, go.
Hos.
Say, what thing? what thing?
Fal.
What thing? why, a thing to thank God on note.
Hos.
I am no thing note to thank God on note, I would thou
shouldst know it; I am an honest man's wife: and, setting
thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to call me so.
Fal.
Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast
to say otherwise.
Hos.
Say, what beast, thou knave thou?
Fal.
What beast? why, an otter.
Pri.
An otter, sir John? why an otter?
Fal.
Why? she's neither fish, nor flesh; a man knows
not where to have her.
Hos.
Thou art an note unjust man in saying so; thou or
any man knows where to have me, thou knave thou.
Pri.
Thou say'st true, hostess; and he slanders thee
most grossly.
Hos.
So he doth you, my lord; and said this other
day, you ought note him a thousand pound.
Pri.
Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?
Fal.
A thousand pound, Hal? a million: thy love is
worth a million; thou ow'st me thy love.
Hos.
Nay, my lord, he call'd you Jack; and said, he
would cudgel you.
Fal.
Did I, Bardolph?
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Bar.
Indeed, sir John, you said so.
Fal.
Yea; if he said, my ring was copper.
Pri.
I say, 'tis copper; Dar'st thou be as good as thy
word now?
Fal.
Why, Hal, thou know'st, as thou art but man note,
I dare: but, as thou art prince note, I fear thee, as I fear the
roaring of the lion's whelp.
Pri.
And why not, as the lion?
Fal.
The king himself is to be feared as the lion:
Dost thou think, I'll fear thee as I fear thy father? nay,
an I do, I pray God my note girdle break!
Pri.
O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about
thy knees! But, sirrah, there's no room for faith, truth,
nor honesty, in this bosom of thine; it is all fill'd up
with guts, and midriff note. Charge an honest woman with
picking thy pocket! Why, thou whoreson, impudent,
imbost rascal, if there were any thing in thy pocket but
tavern-reck'nings, memorandums of bawdy-houses, and
one poor penny-worth of sugar-candy to make thee
long-winded; if thy pocket were enrich'd with any
other injuries but these, I am a villain. And yet you
will stand to it; you will not pocket up wrong: Art
thou not asham'd?
Fal.
Dost thou hear, Hal? thou know'st, in the state
of innocency, Adam fell; And what should note poor Jack
Falstaff do, in the days of villainy? Thou seest, note I have
more flesh than another man; and therefore more frailty.
You confess then, you pick'd my pocket?
Pri.
It appears so by the story.
Fal.
Hostess, I forgive thee: Go, make ready breakfast;
love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish note thy
guests: note thou shall find me tractable to any honest reason;
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thou seest, note I am pacify'd still.14Q0645 Nay, pr'ythee note, be
gone. [Exit Hostess.] Now, Hal, to the news at court:
for the robbery, lad,—How is that answer'd?
Pri.
O my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to
thee:—The money is pay'd back again.
Fal.
O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double
labour.
Pri.
I am good friends with my father, and may do
any thing.
Fal.
Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou dost,
and do it with unwash'd hands too.
Bar.
Do, my lord.
Pri.
I have procur'd thee, Jack, a charge of foot.
Fal.
I would, it had been of horse. Where shall I
find one that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of note two
and twenty, or thereabouts note! I am heinously unprovided.
Well, God be thanked for these rebels, they offend
none but the virtuous; I laud them, I praise them.
Pri.
Bardolph,—
Bar.
My lord.
Pri.
Go bear this &dagger2; letter to lord John of Lancaster,
My brother John; this &dagger2; to my note lord of Westmoreland.—
Peto, note to horse, to horse; for note thou, and I,
Have thirty miles to ride note ere note dinner-time.—
Jack,
Meet me to-morrow in the Temple hall
At two o'clock i' the afternoon:
There shalt thou know thy charge; and there receive note
Money, and order for their furniture.
The land is burning; Percy stands on high;
And either they, or we note, must lower lye.
[Exeunt Prince, Peto, and Bar.
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Fal.
Rare words! brave world!—Hostess, my breakfast; come:—
O, I could wish, this tavern were my drum.
[Exit.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
