Bardolph.
Bar.
Who keeps the gate here note, ho?—Where is the earl?
Por.
What shall I say you are?
Bar.
Tell thou the earl,
That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here.
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Por.
His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard;
Please it your honour, knock but at the gate,
And he himself will answer.
Enter Northumberland.
Bar.
Here comes the earl.
Nor.
What 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.
Bar.
Noble earl,
I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.
Nor.
Good, an heaven will note.
Bar.
As good as heart can wish:—
The king is almost wounded to the death;
And, 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,
Is 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 Cæsar's fortunes!
Nor.
How is this deriv'd?
Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury?
Bar.
I 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.
Enter Travers, at a Distance.
Nor.
Here comes my servant Travers, whom I note sent
On tuesday last to listen after news.
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Bar.
My lord, I over-rode him on the way;
And he is furnish'd with no certainties,
More than he haply may retail from me.
Nor.
Now, Travers, what good tidings come with you?
Tra.
My lord, sir note John Umfrevile turn'd me back,
With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd,
Out-rode me. After him, came, spurring hard note,
A gentleman almost fore-spent with speed,
That stop'd by me to breath his bloody'd horse:
He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him
I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury.
He told me, that rebellion had bad luck note,
And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold:
With that, he gave his able horse the head,
And, bending forward note, strook his armed heels note
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.
Nor.
Ha! again?14Q0667
Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold?
Of Hot-spur, cold-spur? that rebellion
Had met ill luck?
Bar.
My lord, I'll tell you what;—
If 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.
Nor.
Why should the gentleman note, that rode by Travers,
Give then such instances of loss?
Bar.
Who, he?
He was some hilding fellow, that had stoln
The horse he rode on; and, upon my life,
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Spoke note at adventure. Look, here comes more news.
Enter Morton.
Nor.
Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf,
Fore-tells the nature of a tragick volume:
So looks the strond, whereon the note imperious flood
Hath left a witness'd usurpation.—
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury?
Mor.
I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord;
Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask,
To fright our party.
Nor.
How doth my son, and brother?
Thou trembl'st; and the whiteness in thy cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
Even 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 burn'd note:
But Priam note found the fire, ere he his tongue;
And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it.
This thou would'st 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 mine ear note indeed,
Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,
Ending with—brother, son, and all are dead.
Mor.
Douglas is living, and your brother yet:
But, for my lord your son,—
Nor.
Why, he is dead.
See, 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 note. Yet speak, Morton:
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Tell thou thy earl note, his divination lies;
And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,
And make thee rich for doing me such wrong.
Mor.
You are too great to be by me gainsaid:
Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.
Nor.
Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead.
I see a strange confession in thine eye:
Thou shak'st thy head; and hold'st it fear, or sin,
To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so note:
The tongue offends not, that reports his death:
And he doth sin, that doth bely the dead;
Not 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 knolling note a departing friend.
Bar.
I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead.
Mor.
I am sorry, I should force you to believe
That, which I would to heaven I note had not seen:
But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state,
Rend'ring faint quittance, weary'd and out-breath'd,
To Harry note 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)
Being bruited once, took fire and heat away
From the best temper'd courage in his troops:
For from his metal note14Q0668 was his party steel'd;
Which once in him rebated note, all the rest
Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead.
And as the thing that's heavy in itself,
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Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed;
So did our men, heavy in Hot-spur's loss,
Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear,
That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim,
Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
Fly from the field: Then was the noble note Worcester
Too soon note ta'en prisoner: and that furious Scot,
The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword
Had three times slain the appearance of the king,
'Gan vail his stomack, 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,
Under the conduct of young Lancaster,
And Westmoreland: this is the news at full.
Nor.
For this I shall have time enough to mourn.
In poison there is physick; and these news note,
Having been well, that would have made me sick,
Being 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,
Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with grief,
Are thrice themselves: hence therefore, thou nice crutch;
[throwing it from him.
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,
Which princes, flush'd note with conquest, aim to hit.
Now bind my brows with iron; And approach
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The rugged'st note hour that time and spite dare bring,
To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland!
Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand
Keep the wild flood confin'd! let order die!
And let the world note no longer be a stage,
To feed contention in a ling'ring act;
But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set
On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
And darkness be the burier of the dead!
Tra.
This note strained14Q0669 passion doth you wrong, my lord. note
Bar.
Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your honour.
Mor.
The lives of all your loving complices
Lean on your note health; the which, if you give o'er
To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
You cast the event of war, my noble lord, note
And sum'd the account of chance, before you said,—
Let us make head: it was your presurmise,
That, in the dole of blows your son might drop:
You knew,14Q0670 he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge note
More likely to fall in, than to get o'er:
You were advis'd, his flesh was capable
Of wounds, and scars; and that his forward spirit
Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd;
Yet did you say,—Go forth; and none of this,
Though strongly appprehended, could restrain
The stiff-born action: What hath then befall'n,
Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth,
More than that being which was like to be?
Bar.
We all, that are engaged to this loss,
Knew that we ventur'd on such dang'rous seas,
That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one:
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And yet we ventur'd,14Q0671 for the gain propos'd
Choak'd the respect of likely peril fear'd;
And, since we are o'er-set, venture again.
Come, we will all put forth; body, and goods.
Mor.
'Tis more than time: And, my most noble lord,
I hear for certain, and do speak note the truth,—
The gentle archbishop of York is up, note
With well-appointed powers; he is a man,
Who with a double surety binds his followers.
My lord your son had only but the corps,
But shadows, and the shews of men, to fight:
For 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,
This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,
As fish are in a pond: But now the bishop
Turns insurrection to religion:
Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts,
He's follow'd both with body and with mind;
And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
Of fair king Richard, scrap'd 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;
And more, and less, do flock to follow him.
Nor.
I knew of this before; but, to speak truth,
This present grief had wip'd it from my mind.
Go in with me; and counsel every man
The aptest way for safety, and revenge:
Get posts, and letters, and make friends with speed;
-- 12 --
Never so few, and never note yet more need.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.
London. Street before the Court.
Enter Sir John Falstaff; a Page note with him, bearing his Sword and Buckler.
Fal.
Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my
water?
Pag.
He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy
water: but, for the party that ow'd it, he might have
more diseases than he knew cure for.14Q0672
Fal.
Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me:
The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not
able to invent any thing 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
men.—I do here walk before thee, like a sow, that hath
overwhelm'd note 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 whorson
mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, than
to wait at my heels. I was never man'd with an agat
'till now: but I will set note you neither in gold nor silver,
but in vile apparell, and send you back again to your
master for a jewel; the juvenal, the prince your master,
whose chin is not yet fledg'd note.—I will sooner have a beard
grow in the palm of my hand, than he shall get one on
his note cheek; yet he will not stick to say, his face is a face
royal. Heaven may note finish it when he will, it is not a hair
amiss yet: he may keep it14Q0673 still at a note face-royal, for a
barber shall never earn sixpence out of it; and yet he
will be note crowing, as if he had writ man ever since his
father was a batchelor. He may keep his own grace,
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but he is note almost out of mine, I can assure him.—What
said Mr. Dombledon note, about the satten for my short note cloak,
and slops note?
Pag.
He said, sir, you should procure him better asrance
than Bardolph: he would not take his bond note, and
yours; he lik'd not the security.
Fal.
Let him be damn'd like the glutton! may his note
tongue be hotter!—A whorson Achitophel note! a rascally
yea note-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in hand, and
then stand upon security! The whorson smooth-pates note do
now wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys
at their girdles; and if a man is through with them in
honest taking up, then they must stand upon—security:
I had as lief note they would put rat's-bane in my mouth, as
offer to stop it with security. I look'd he should note have
sent me two and twenty yards of satten, as I am true note
knight, and he sends 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? note
Pag.
He's gone into Smithfield note to buy your worship
a horse.
Fal.
I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a
horse in Smithfield: if I could get me a note wife in the stews,
I were man'd, hors'd, and wiv'd.
Enter the Lord Chief Justice, his Gentleman following.
Pag.
Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed
the prince for striking him about Bardolph.
Fal.
Wait close, I will not see him.
[going.
Ch. J.
What's he that goes there?
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Gen.
Falstaff, an't please your lordship.
Ch. J.
He that was in question for the robbery?
Gen.
He, 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.
Ch. J.
What, to York? Call him back again.
Gen.
Sir John Falstaff!
Fal.
Boy, tell him, I am deaf.
Pag.
You must speak louder, my master is deaf.
Ch. J.
I am sure, he is, to the hearing of any thing
good.—Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must speak
with him.
Gen.
Sir John,—
Fal.
What! a young knave, and beg note! Is there not
wars? is there not employment? Doth not the king lack
subjects? do not the rebels want soldiers note? 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, were it worse than the
name of rebellion can tell how to make it.
Gen.
You mistake me, sir.
Fal.
Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man?
setting my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had
ly'd in my throat if I had note said so.
Gen.
I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and
your soldiership aside; and give me leave to tell you,
you do lie in your throat, if you say I am any other than
an honest man.
Fal.
I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that
which grows to me! If thou get'st any leave of me,
hang me; if thou tak'st leave, thou wert better be
hang'd: You hunt-counter note, hence! avant!
Gen.
Sir, my lord would speak with you.
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Ch. J.
Sir John Falstaff, a word with you.
Fal.
My good lord!—I give note your lordship good time
of day note. 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 clean past
your youth) hath yet some smack of age in note you, some
relish of the saltness of time; and note I most humbly beseech
your lordship, to have a reverend care of your
health.
Ch. J.
Sir John, I sent for note you before your expedition
to Shrewsbury.
Fal.
An't please note your lordship, I hear, his majesty
is return'd with some discomfort note from Wales.
Ch. J.
I talk not of his majesty:—You would not come
when I sent for you.
Fal.
And I hear moreover, his highness is fall'n into
this same whorson apoplexy.
Ch. J.
Well, heaven mend note him! I pray, let note me speak
with you.
Fal.
This apoplexy is (as I take it) a kind of lethargy,
an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in
the note blood, a whorson tingling.
Ch. J.
What tell you me of it? be it as it is.
Fal.
It hath it's original from much grief; from
study, and perturbation of the brain: I have read the
cause of his effects in Galen; it is a kind of deafness.
Ch. J.
I think, you are fall'n into the disease; for you
hear not what I say to you.
Fal.
Very well note,14Q0674 my lord, very well: rather, an't
please you, it is the disease of not list'ning, the malady
of not marking, that I am troubl'd withal.
Ch. J.
To punish you by the heels, would amend the
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inattention of your ears; and I care not, if I do become
your note physician.
Fal.
I am as poor as Job, my lord; but not so patient:
your lordship may minister the potion of imprisonment
to me, in respect of poverty; but how I should
be your patient to follow your prescriptions, the wise
may make some dram of a scruple, or, indeed, a scruple
itself.
Ch. J.
I sent for you, when there were matters against
you for your life, to come note speak with me.
Fal.
As I was then advised by my learned counsel in
the laws of this land-service, I did not come.
Ch. J.
Well, the truth is, sir John, you live in great
infamy.
Fal.
He that buckles him in note my belt, cannot live in less.
Ch. J.
Your means are very note slender, and your waste great.
Fal.
I would it were otherwise; I would my means
were greater, and my waste slenderer. note
Ch. J.
You have mis-led the youthful prince.
Fal.
The youthful prince note14Q0675 hath mis-led me: I am
the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog.
Ch. J.
Well, I am loth to gall a new-heal'd wound;
your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded over
your night's exploit on Gads-hill: you may thank the
unquiet time for your quiet o'er-posting that action.
Fal.
My lord?
Ch. J.
But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a
sleeping wolf.
Fal.
To wake a wolf, is as bad as to smell note a fox.
Ch. J.
What! you are as a candle, the better part
burnt out.
Fal.
A wassail candle, my lord; all tallow: if I did
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say of wax, my growth would approve the truth.
Ch. J.
There is not a white hair on your note face, but
should have his effect of gravity.
Fal.
His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.
Ch. J.
You follow the young prince up and down, like
his ill note angel.
Fal.
Not 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
coster-monger note times note, that true valour is turn'd bear-herd note:
Pregnancy is made a tapster, and hath note his quick
wit wasted in giving reckonings: all the other gifts appertinent
to man, as the malice of this note age shapes them,
are not worth a goose-berry. You, that are old, consider
not the capacities of us that are young; you measure note
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.
Ch. J.
Do you set down your name in the scrowl of
youth, that 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 encreasing
belly? Is not your voice broken? your wind
short? your chin double? note your wit single? and every
part about you blasted with antiquity? and will you yet note
call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, sir John!
Fal.
My lord, I was born about three of the clock
in the afternoon, note with a white head, and something a
round belly: for my voice,—I have lost it with hallowing,
and singing of anthems. To approve my youth
further note, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in judgment
-- 18 --
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 note that the prince gave
you,—he gave it like a rude prince, and you took it
like a sensible lord. I have check'd him for it, and the
young lion repents: marry, not in ashes, and sack-cloth;
but in new silk, and old sack.
Ch. J.
Well, heaven send note the prince a better companion!
Fal.
Heaven send note the companion a better prince! I
cannot rid my hands of him.
Ch. J.
Well, the king hath sever'd you and prince
Harry note: I hear, you are going with lord John of Lancaster,
against the archbishop, and the earl of Northumberland.
Fal.
Yea; I note 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
Lord note, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean
not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, an I note
brandish any thing but my bottle note, I would I might
never spit white again. There is not a dangerous action
can peep out his head, but I am thrust upon it: Well, I
cannot last ever. [But note it was14Q0676 always yet the trick of our
English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too
common. If you will needs say, I am an old man, you
should give me rest. I would to God, my name were
not so terrible to the enemy as it is. I were better to be
eaten to death with a rust, than to be scour'd to nothing
with perpetual motion.]
Ch. J.
Well, be honest, be honest; And God bless note your
expedition!
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Fal.
Will yonr note lordship lend me a thousand pound,
to furnish me forth?
Ch. J.
Not a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient
to bear crosses. Fare you well: Commend me to
my cousin Westmoreland.
[Exeunt Ch. Just. and Gent.
Fal.
If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. A
man can no more separate age and covetousness, than
he can note part young limbs and letchery: but the gout
galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; and so
both the degrees prevent my curses.—Boy!
Pag.
Sir?
Fal.
What money is in my purse?
Pag.
Seven groats and two-pence.
Fal.
I can get no remedy against this consumption
of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out,
but the disease is incurable.—Go bear this &dagger2; letter to
my lord of Lancaster; this &dagger2; to the prince; this &dagger2; to the
earl of Westmoreland; and this &dagger2; to old mistress Ursula,
whom I have weekly sworn to marry since I perceiv'd
the first white hair on my note chin: About it; you know
where to find me. [Exit Page.] 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 note no matter, if I do halt;
I have the wars for my colour, and my pension shall
seem the more reasonable: A good wit will make use of
any thing; I will turn diseases to commodity.
[Exit.
SCENE IV.
York. A Room in the Archbishop's Palace.
Enter the Archbishop of York; Thomas Mowbray, Earl Marshal; the Lords Hastings, and Bardolph.
Arch.
Thus have you heard our cause note, and know our means;
And, my most noble friends, I pray you all,
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Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes:—
And first, lord marshal, what say you to it?
Mow.
I well allow the occasion of our arms;
But gladly would be better satisfy'd,
How, in our means, we should advance ourselves
To look with forehead bold and big enough
Upon the power and puissance of the king.
Has.
Our 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.
Bar.
The question then, lord Hastings, standeth thus;—
Whether our present five and twenty thousand
May hold up head without Northumberland.
Has.
With him, we may.
Bar.
Ay, marry note, there's the point;
But 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: note
For, in a theme so bloody-fac'd as this,
Conjecture, expectation, and surmise
Of aids uncertain, should not be admitted.
Arch.
'Tis very true, lord Bardolph; for, indeed,
It was young Hot-spur's case at Shrewsbury.
Bar.
It was, my lord; who lin'd himself with hope,
Eating the air on promise note of supply,
Flattering himself with project note 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.
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Has.
But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt,
To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope.
Bar.
Yes, if14Q0677 the present note quality of war note
Impede the present note action. A cause on foot
Lives so in hope, as in an early spring
We 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,
Then 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 note, desist
To build at all? Much more, in this great work,
(Which 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,—
How able such a work to undergo,
How weigh note 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 note
Beyond 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.
Has.
Grant, that our hopes (yet likely of fair birth)
Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd
The very utmost man of expectation;
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I think, we are a body note strong enough,
Even as we are, to equal with the king.
Bar.
What! is the king but five and twenty thousand?
Has.
To us, no more; nay, not so much, lord Bardolph.
For his divisions, as the times do brawl,
Are in note three heads: one power against the French,
And one against Glendower; perforce, a third
Must take up us: So is the unfirm king
In three divided; and his coffers sound
With hollow poverty and emptiness.
Arch.
That he should draw his several strengths together,
And come against us in full puissance,
Need not be note dreaded.
Has.
If he should do so,
To French,14Q0678 and Welsh, he leaves his back unarm'd, note
They baying him at the heels: never fear that.
Bar.
Who, is it like, should lead his forces hither?
Has.
The duke of Lancaster, and Westmoreland:
Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Monmouth:
But who is substituted 'gainst note the French,
I have no certain notice.
Arch.
Let us on; note
And publish the occasion of our arms.
The commonwealth is sick of her note own choice,
Her note 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
Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke,
Before he was what thou would'st have him be?
And being now trim'd up in thine own desires,
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Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,
That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up.
So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge
Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;
And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up,
And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these times?
They that, when Richard liv'd, 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,
Cry'st now, O earth, yield us that king again,
And take thou this! O thoughts of men accurst!
Past, and to come, seem note best; things present, worst.
Mow.
Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on? note
Has.
We are time's subjects, and time bids—be gone.
[Exeunt.
ACT II.
SCENE I.
London. A Street.
Enter the Hostess; Phang, and his Boy, with her; and Snare following.
Hos.
Mr. Phang, have you enter'd the action?
Pha.
It is enter'd.
Hos.
Where's your yeoman? Is it note a lusty yeoman?
will 'a note stand to't?
Pha.
Sirrah, where's Snare?
[to the Boy.
Hos.
Ay, ay, good note! Mr. Snare.14Q0679
Sna.
Here, here.
Pha.
Snare, we must arrest sir John Falstaff.
-- 24 --
Hos.
Ay, good note Mr. Snare; I have enter'd him and all.
Sna.
It may chance cost some of us our lives, for note he
will stab.
Hos.
Alas the day! take heed of him; he stab'd me
in mine own house, and that note most beastly: he cares note not
what mischief he doth note, if his weapon be out: he will
foin like any devil; he will spare neither man, woman,
nor child.
Pha.
If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.
Hos.
No, nor I neither; I'll be at your elbow.
Pha.
An I but fist him once; an he note come but within
my vice note;—
Hos.
I am undone by his note going; I warrant you note, he's note
an infinitive thing upon my score:—Good Mr. Phang,
hold him sure;—good Mr. Snare, let him not scape.—
He comes continuantly note to Pye-corner, (saving your manhoods)
to buy a saddle; and he's indited to dinner to
the lubber's head in Lumbert-street note, to Mr. Smooth's the
silk-man: I pray ye, since my action note is enter'd, and my
case so openly known to the world, let him be brought
in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long one note, for a
poor lone woman to bear: and I have born, and born,
and born; and have been fub'd off, and fub'd off note, 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.—
Enter Sir John Falstaff, Page, and Bardolph.
Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose knave note,
Bardolph, with him.—Do your offices, do your offices,
Mr. Phang, and Mr. Snare; do me, do me, do me your
offices.
[Officers, and Hostess, make up to him.
-- 25 --
Fal.
How now? who's mare's dead? what's the matter?
Pha.
Sir John note, I arrest you at the suit of mistress Quickly.
Fal.
Away, varlets!—Draw, Bardolph: cut me off the
villain's head; throw the quean in the kennel.
[draw, and a Scuffle ensues.
Hos.
Throw me in the kennel? I'll throw thee there.
Wilt note thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly rogue:—Murder!
murder!—O thou note hony-suckle villain! wilt thou kill
God's officers, and the king's? O thou note hony-seed rogue!
thou art a hony-seed; a man-queller, and a woman-queller.
Fal.
Keep them off, Bardolph.
Pha.
A rescue! a rescue!
Hos.
Good people, bring a rescue.—Thou note wo't, wo't note
thou? thou wo't, wo't thou? do, do, thou rogue; do,
thou hemp-seed.
Pag.
Away, you14Q0680 scullion! you rampallian! you fustillarian!
I'll tickle note your catastrophe.
[trying to take her off.
Enter the Chief Justice, attended.
Ch. J.
What is note the matter? keep the peace here, ho!
[Scuffle ceases.
Hos.
Good my lord, be good to me! I beseech you,
stand to me!
Ch. J.
How 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.—
Stand from him, fellow; Wherefore hang'st thou on note him?
Hos.
O my most worshipful lord, an't please your
grace, I am a poor widow of East-cheap, and he is
arrested at my suit.
Ch. J.
For what sum?
Hos.
It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all,
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all I have note: 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.
Fal.
I think, I am as like to ride the mare, if I have
any vantage of ground to get up.
Ch. J.
How comes this, sir John? Fie note! what man note of
good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation?
Are you not asham'd, to enforce a poor widow to so
rough a course to come by her own?
Fal.
What is the gross sum that I owe thee?
Hos.
Marry, 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, on wednesday in
Whitson-week, when the prince broke thy head for
liking his father14Q0681 to note 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 Keech, 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 didst thou not note, when she was gone down stairs,
desire me to be no more so familiarity with note 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 book-oath; deny it, if
thou canst.
Fal.
My lord, this is a poor mad note soul; and she says,
up and down the town, that her eldest son is like you:
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she hath been in good case, and, the truth is, poverty
hath distracted her: But for these foolish officers,—I
beseech you, I may have redress against them.
Ch. J.
Sir 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 from
you, can thrust me from a level consideration; I know,
you have practis'd upon the easy-yielding spirit of this
woman.
Hos.
Yes, in troth, note my lord.
Ch. J.
Pr'ythee note, peace:—Pay her the debt you owe
her, and unpay the villany you have done her note; the one
you may do with sterling money, and the other with
current repentance.
Fal.
My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without
reply. You call honourable boldness, impudent sauciness:
if a note man will make note curt'sy, and say nothing, he is virtuous:
No, my lord, (my humble note duty remember'd) I
will not be your suitor; I say to you, I do desire note deliverance
from these officers, being upon hasty note employment
in the king's affairs.
Ch. J.
You speak as having power to do wrong: but
answer in the effect of your reputation, and satisfy the
poor woman.
Fal.
Come hither, hostess.
[taking her aside.
Enter a Messenger.
Ch. J.
Now, master Gower; What news?
Mes.
The king, my lord, and Harry note prince of Wales,
Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells.
[delivering a Packet.
Fal.
As I am a gentleman;—
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Hos.
Nay, you note said so before.
Fal.
As I am a gentleman;—Come, no more words
of it.
Hos.
By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must be
fain to pawn both my plate and the tapestry of my
dining-chambers.
Fal.
Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking: and for
thy walls,—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 note, and these fly-bitten
tapestries note. Let it be ten pound, if thou canst: Come, if
it were note not for thy humours, there is not a better wench
in England. Go, wash thy face, and draw thy action note:
Come, thou must not be in this humour with me; come, note
I know thou wast set on to this.
Hos.
Pray thee note, sir John, let it be but twenty nobles;
I am note loth to pawn my plate, in good earnest, la. note
Fal.
Let it alone; I'll make note other shift: you'll be a
fool still.
Hos.
Well, you shall have it, though note I pawn my gown.
I hope, you'll come to supper: You'll pay me altogether?
Fal.
Will I live?—&clquo;Go, with her, with her; [to Bar.]&crquo;
&clquo;hook on, hook on.&crquo;
Hos.
Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet you at supper?
Fal.
No more words; let's have her.
[Exeunt Host. Bar. Officers, and Boy.
Ch. J.
I have heard better note news.
[putting up his Letters.
Fal.
What's the news, my lord note?
Ch. J.
Where lay the king last night note?
Mes.
At Basingstoke note, my lord.
Fal.
I hope, my lord, all's well; What's the news,
my lord?
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Ch. J.
Come all his forces back?
Mes.
No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse,
Are march'd up to my lord of Lancaster,
Against Northumberland, and the archbishop.
Fal.
Comes the king back from Wales, my noble lord?
Ch. J.
You shall have letters of me presently:
Come, go along with me, good master Gower.
Fal.
My lord!
[staying him.
Ch. J.
What's the matter?
Fal.
Master Gower, [turning short from the Ch. Just.]
shall I entreat you with me to dinner?
Mes.
I must wait upon my good lord here: I thank
you, good sir John.
Ch. J.
Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you
are to take soldiers up in counties note as you go.
Fal.
Will you sup with me, master Gower?
Ch. J.
What foolish master taught you these manners,
sir John?
Fal.
Master 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.
Ch. J.
Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a great
fool.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.
The same.
Enter Prince Henry, and Poins.
Pri.
Trust me, I note am exceeding weary.
Poi.
Is it come to that? I had thought, weariness durst
not have attach'd one of so high blood.
Pri.
'Faith, it does me note; though it discolours the complexion
of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth it not
shew vilely in me, to desire small beer?
-- 30 --
Poi.
Why, a prince should not be so loosely study'd,
as to remember so weak a composition.
Pri.
Belike then, my appetite was not princely got;
for, in troth note, 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 take note how many pair of silk
stockings thou hast; viz. these note, and those that were thy
peach-colour'd ones? or note to bear the inventory of thy
shirts; as, one for superfluity, and one other note for use?—
but that, the tennis-court-keeper knows better than I:
for it is a low ebb of linnen with thee, when thou keepest note
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 note thy holland: [And God knows, whether those, note
that bawl out from the ruins of thy linnen, shall inherit
his kingdom: but the midwives say, the children are not
in the fault; whereupon the world encreases, and kindreds
are mightily strengthen'd.]
Poi.
How ill it follows, after you have labour'd so
hard, you 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 note?
Pri.
Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins?
Poi.
Yes; and note let it be an excellent good thing.
Pri.
It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding
than thine.
Poi.
Go to; I stand the push of your one thing that
you will note tell.
Pri.
Why, I note tell thee,—it is not meet that I should
be sad, now my father is sick: albeit I could tell to
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thee, (as to one it pleases me, for fault of a better, to call
my friend) I could be sad, and sad indeed too.
Poi.
Very hardly, upon such a subject.
Pri.
Thou note think'st me as far in the devil's book, 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.
Poi.
The reason?
Pri.
What wouldst thou think of me, if I should weep?
Poi.
I would think thee a most princely hypocrite.
Pri.
It would be every man's thought: and thou art
a blessed fellow, to think as every man thinks; never
a man's thought in the world keeps the road-way better
than thine: every man would think me an hypocrite,
indeed. And what accites note your most worshipful thought,
to think so?
Poi.
Why, because you have been so lewd, and so
much engraffed to Falstaff.
Pri.
And to thee.
Poi.
Nay, I note am well spoken of, I can hear it with
mine own ears: the worst that they can say of me, is,
that I am a second brother, and that I am a proper fellow
of my hands; and those two things, I confess, I
cannot help. Look, look, here note comes Bardolph.
Enter Bardolph, and Page.
Pri.
And the boy that I gave Falstaff: he had note him
from me christian; and see, if note the fat villain have not
transform'd him ape.
Bar.
'Save note your grace!
Pri.
And yours, most noble Bardolph!
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Bar.
Come note, you14Q0682 virtuous note ass, [to the Page.] you
bashful fool, must you be blushing? wherefore blush you
now? What a maidenly man at arms are you become?
Is it note such a matter, to get a pottle-pot's maidenhead?
Pag.
He call'd me even now note, my lord, through a red
lattice, and I could discern no part of his face from the
window: at last, I spy'd his eyes; and, methought, he
had made two holes in the ale-wife's new note petticoat, and
peep'd through.
Pri.
Hath not note the boy profited?
[to Poins.
Bar.
Away, you whorson upright rabbet, note away!
Pag.
Away, you rascally Althea's dream, away!
Pri.
Instruct us, boy; What dream, boy?
Pag.
Marry, my lord, Althea dream'd note, she was deliver'd
of a fire-brand; and therefore I call him, her dream.
Pri.
A crown's-worth of good interpretation;—
there &dagger2; it is note, boy.
Poi.
O, that this good note blossom could be kept from
cankers!—Well, there &dagger2; is six-pence to preserve thee.
Bar.
An you do not make him be hang'd among
you, the gallows shall have wrong note.
Pri.
And how doth thy master, Bardolph?
Bar.
Well, my lord note. He heard of your grace's coming
to town; there's &dagger2; a letter for you.
Poi.
Deliver'd note with good respect.—And how doth
the martlemas your master?
Bar.
In bodily health, sir.
Poi.
Marry, the immortal part needs a physician:
but that moves not him; though that be sick, it dies not.
Pri.
I do allow this wen to be as familiar with me
as my dog: and he holds his place; for, look you, how note
he writes.
[giving Poins the Letter.
-- 33 --
Poi. [reads.]
John note Falstaff, knight,—Every man
must know that, as oft as he hath occasion note to name
himself. Even like those that are kin to the king; for
they never prick their finger, but they say, There is note
some of the king's blood spilt: How comes that? says he,
that takes upon him not to conceive: the answer is as
ready as a borrower's note cap; I am the king's poor cousin,
sir.
Pri.
Nay, they will be kin to us, or they note will fetch
it from Japhet. But the note letter:—14Q0683
Poi.
Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of the king,
nearest his father, Harry prince of Wales, greeting.—Why,
this is a certificate.
Pri.
Peace!
Poi.
I will imitate the honourable Romans in brevity;
—sure, he means note brevity in breath; short-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 may'st, and so farewel. Thine,
by yea and no, (which is as much as to say, as thou usest
him) Jack Falstaff, with my familiars; note John, with my
brothers and sisters; note and sir John, with all Europe.—
My lord, I will note steep this letter in sack, and make him
eat it.
Pri.
That's to make him eat twenty of his words.
But do you use me thus, Ned? must I marry your sister?
Poi.
May the wench have no note worse fortune! but I
never said so.
Pri.
Well, thus we play the fools note with the time;
and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds, and mock
us.—Is your master here in London?
-- 34 --
Bar.
Yes, my note lord.
Pri.
Where sups he? doth the old boar feed in the
old frank?
Bar.
At the old place, my lord; in East-cheap.
Pri.
What company?
Pag.
Ephesians, my lord, of the old church.
Pri.
Sup any women with him?
Pag.
None, my lord, but old mistress Quickly, and
mistress Doll Tear-sheet.
Pri.
What pagan may that be?
Pag.
A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kinswoman
of my master's.
Pri.
Even such kin, as the parish heifers note are to the
town bull.—Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper?
Poi.
I am your shadow, my lord; I'll follow you.
Pri.
Sirrah, you boy,—and Bardolph;—no word to
your master, that I am yet come to town note: There's for
your silence.
[giving them Money.
Bar.
I have no tongue, sir.
Pag.
And for mine, sir,—I will govern it.
Pri.
Fare ye note well; go. [Exeunt Pag. and Bar.] This
Doll Tear-sheet should be some road.
Poi.
I warrant you, as common as the way between
Saint Alban's and London.
Pri.
How might we see Falstaff bestow himself to-night
in his true colours, and not ourselves be seen note.
Poi. [after pausing a little.]
Put on two leather note jerkins,
and aprons, and wait upon him at his table as
drawers note.
Pri.
From a god to a bull? a heavy declension note! it
was Jove's case: From a prince to a prentice? a low
transformation! that shall be mine: for, in every thing,
-- 35 --
the purpose must weigh with the folly.—Follow me,
Ned.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.
Warkworth. Before the Castle.
Enter Northumberland, his Lady, and Lady Percy.
Nor.
I pray thee note, loving wife,—and gentle daughter,—
Give even note way unto my rough affairs:
Put not you on the visage of the times,
And be, like them, to Percy troublesome.
La. N.
I have given over, I will speak no more:
Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide.
Nor.
Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn;
And, but my going, nothing can redeem it.
La. P.
O yet, for God's note sake, go not to these wars!
The time was, father, that you note broke your word,
When you were more endear'd note to it than now;
When your own Percy, when my heart's dear note Harry,14Q0684
Threw many a northward look, to see his father
Bring up his powers; but he did long in note vain.
Who then persuaded you to stay at home?
There were two honours lost; yours, and your son's.
For yours,—may heavenly glory brighten note it!
For his,—it stuck upon him, as the sun
In the grey vault of heaven: and, by his light,
Did all the chivalry in England move
To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
He had note no legs, that practic'd not his gait:
And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Became the accents of the valiant;
For those that could speak low, and tardily,
-- 36 --
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To seem like him: So that, in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,
In military rules, humours of blood,
He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion'd others. And him,—O wond'rous him!
O miracle of men!—him did you leave,
(Second to none, unseconded by you)
To look upon the hideous god of war
At disadvantage; to abide a field,
Where nothing but the sound of Hot-spur's name
Did seem defensible:—so you left him:
Never, o never, do his ghost the wrong,
To 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 Hot-spur's neck,
Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave.
Nor.
Beshrew your heart,
Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from me,
With new lamenting ancient over-sights.
But I must go, and meet with danger there;
Or it will seek me in another place,
And find me worse provided.
La. N.
O, fly to Scotland,
'Till that the nobles, and the armed commons,
Have of their puissance made a little taste.
La. P.
If 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;
-- 37 --
He was so suffer'd; so came I a widow;
And 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.
Nor.
Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my mind,
As 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,
'Till time and vantage crave my company.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
London. Room in Quickly's House.
Enter a Drawer, with Bottles and Glasses; Another following, with Plates.
1. D.
What the devil hast note thou brought there? apple-Johns?
thou know'st, sir John cannot endure an apple-John.
2. D.
Mass note, thou say'st true: The prince once set a
dish of apple-Johns before him, and told him, there
were five more sir Johns: and, putting off his hat, said,—
I will now take my leave of these six dry, round, old, wither'd
knights. It anger'd him to the heart; but he hath
forgot that.
1. D.
Why then, cover, and set them down: And see
if thou canst find out Sneak's noise: mistress Tear-sheet
would fain have some note musick. Dispatch: note
2. D.
Sirrah, here will be the prince, and master
Poins, anon: and they will put on two of our jerkins,
-- 38 --
and aprons; and sir John must not know of it: Bardolph
hath brought word.
1. D.
Then here note will be old utis: It will be an excellent
stratagem.
2. D.
I'll see, if I can find out Sneak.
[Exit.
Enter Hostess, and Doll Tear-sheet.
Hos.
Sweet note heart, 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: note But, i' faith note, you
have drunk too much canaries; and that's a marvellous
searching wine, and it perfumes the blood ere one can note
say—What's this? How do you now?
Dol.
Better than I was. Hem.
Hos.
Why, that's well note said; A good heart's worth
gold. Look, here note comes sir John.
Enter Falstaff, singing.
Fal.
When Arthur14Q0686 first in court.—
Empty the jordan.
[pointing to the other Room. Exit Drawer.
And was a worthy king;—
How now, mistress Doll?
Hos.
Sick of a calm: yea, good sooth note.
Fal.
So is all her sect; if they note be once in a calm,
they are sick.
Dol.
You note muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you
give me?
Fal.
You make fat rascals, mistress Doll.
Dol.
I make them! gluttony and diseases make
them; I note make them not.
Fal.
If the cook help to make note 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.
-- 39 --
Dol.
Ay, marry; our note chains, and our jewels.
Fal.
Your brooches,—Pearls, and ouches;—for to serve
bravely, 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 charg'd chambers
bravely;—
Dol.
Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself! note
Hos.
Why, this note is the old fashion; you two never
meet, but you fall to some discord: you are both, in
good troth note, as rheumatick as two dry toasts; you cannot
one bear with another's confirmities. What the
good-year! one must bear, and that must be you: [to
Doll.] you are the weaker vessel, as they say, the emptier
vessel.
Dol.
Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full
hogs-head? there's a whole merchant's venture of Bourdeaux
stuff in him; you have not seen a hulk better stuft
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. note
Re-enter Drawer.
Dra.
Sir, ancient Pistol's below note, and would speak
with you.
Dol.
Hang him, swaggering rascal! let him not come
hither: it is the foul-mouth'st rogue in England.
Hos.
If he swagger, let him not come here: no, by
my faith; note I must live among my note neighbours; I'll no
swaggerers: I am in good name and fame with the very
best;—shut the door;—there comes no swaggerers here:
I have not liv'd all this while, to have swaggering now;—
shut the door, I pray you.
Fal.
Dost thou hear, hostess?—
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Hos.
Pray you, pacify yourself, sir John; there comes
no swaggerers here.
Fal.
Dost thou hear? it is mine ancient.
Hos.
Tilly-fally, sir John, never tell me; your note ancient
swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before
master Tisick, the deputy, the other note day: and, as he said
to me,—it was note no longer ago than wednesday last,—
Neighbour Quickly, says he,—master Dumb note, our minister,
was by then;—neighbour Quickly, says he, receive those
that are civil; for, saith he note, you are in an ill name;—
now he said note 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 here;—you
would bless you to hear what he said:—no, I'll no
swaggerers.
Fal.
He's no swaggerer, hostess; a tame cheater,
he; you note may stroak him as gently as a puppy grey-hound:
he will note not swagger with a Barbary hen, if her
feathers turn back in any shew of resistance.—Call him
up, drawer.
[Exit Drawer.
Hos.
Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest
man my house, nor no cheater: But I do not love swaggering;
I note am the worse, when one says—swagger: feel,
masters, how I shake; look you, I warrant you.
Dol.
So you do, hostess.
Hos.
Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere note an
aspen leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers.
Enter Ancient Pistol, strutting; Bardolph, and Page, with him.
Pis.
'Save note you, sir John!
Fal.
Welcome, ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge
-- 41 --
you with a cup of sack; [filling, and reaching out to him.]
do you discharge upon mine hostess.
Pis.
I will discharge upon her, sir John, with two
bullets.
[filling another Glass for the Hostess.
Fal.
She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall hardly note offend
her.
Hos.
Come, I'll drink no proofs, nor no bullets: [putting
the Glass from her.] I'll note drink no more than will do
me good, for no man's pleasure, I.
Pis.
Then to you, mistress Dorothy; I will charge you.
Dol.
Charge me? I scorn you, scurvy companion.
What! you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linnen
mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! I am meat for
your master.
Pis.
I know you, mistress Dorothy.
Dol.
Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung,
away! by this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy
chaps, an you note play the saucy cuttle with me. Away,
you bottle-ale rascal, you basket-hilt stale jugler you!
Since when, I pray you, sir? What, with note two points on
your shoulder? much!
Pis.
I note will murther your ruff for this.
[reaching at it.
Fal.
No more, Pistol; I would not have you go off note
here: discharge yourself of our company, Pistol.
Hos.
No, good captain Pistol; not here, sweet captain.
Dol.
Captain! thou abominable damn'd cheater, art
thou not asham'd to be call'd—captain? if captains note were
of my mind, they would truncheon you out, for taking
their names upon you before you have earn'd them.
You a captain, you slave! for what? for tearing a poor
whore's ruff in a bawdy-house?—He a captain! Hang
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him, rogue! he lives upon mouldy stew'd-pruins, and
dry'd cakes. A captain! these note villains will make the
word, captain, odious; therefore note captains had need look
to it. note
Bar.
Pray thee, go down, good ancient.
Fal.
Hark thee hither, mistress Doll.
Pis.
Not I: I tell thee what, corporal Bardolph; I could
tear her;—I'll be reveng'd on her.
Pag.
Pray thee, go down.
Pis.
I'll see her damn'd first;
To Pluto's damned lake, to note the infernal deep,
Where Erebus and tortures vile also.
Hold hook and line, say I. Down!
Down dogs, down faitors note;14Q0687 Have we not Hiren here?
[clapping his Hand to his Sword.
Hos.
Good captain Peesel, be quiet; it is very late: note
I beseek you now, aggravate your choler.
Pis.
These be good humours, indeed! Shall pack-horses,
And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,
Which cannot go but thirty miles note a day,
Compare with Cæsars note, and with Cannibals,
And Trojan Greeks?
Nay, rather, damn them with king Cerberus;
And let the welkin roar. Shall we fall foul for toys?
Hos.
By my troth, captain, these are very bitter
words.
Bar.
Be gone, good ancient: this will grow to a
brawl anon.
Pis.
Die note men, like dogs; give crowns away, like pins:
Have we not Hiren here?
Hos.
O'my note word, captain, there's none such here.
What the good-year! do you think, I would deny her?
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for God's sake, be note quiet.
Pis.
Then, Feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis.—
Come, give's some note sack.—
Si fortuna14Q0688 me tormenta, sperato me contenta note.—
Fear we broad-sides? no, let the fiend give fire:
Give me some sack;—and, sweet heart, lye note thou there.
[to his Sword.
Come we to full points here; [seizing upon a Bottle.] And are et cætera's nothing note?
Fal.
Pistol, I would be quiet.
Pis.
Sweet knight, I note kiss thy neaf: What! we have seen
The seven stars.
Dol.
Thrust note him down stairs; I cannot endure such
a fustian rascal.
Pis.
Thrust him down stairs! know we not Galloway nags?
Fal.
Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groat
shilling: nay, if he do nothing but speak nothing, he
shall note be nothing here.
Bar.
Come, get you down stairs.
Pis.
What! shall we have incision? shall we embrew?
[snatching up his Sword, and drawing.
Then, death, rock me asleep; abridge my doleful days!
Why then, let grievous, gastly, gaping wounds
Untwine the sisters three! come, Atropos, I say!
Hos.
Here's goodly stuff note toward!
Fal.
Give me my rapier, boy.
[to the Page.
Dol.
I pray thee note, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw.
Fal.
Get you down stairs.
[drawing, and driving Pistol out.
Hos.
Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear keeping
house, before note I'll be in these tirrits and frights. So;
murther, I warrant now.—Alas, alas! put up your naked
-- 44 --
weapons, put up your naked weapons.
[Exeunt Pistol, and Bardolph.
Dol.
I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal is gone:
Ah, you whorson little valiant villain, you!
Hos.
Are you not hurt i'th' groin? methought, he
made a shrewd thrust at your belly.
Re-enter Bardolph.
Fal.
Have you turn'd him out of doors note?
Bar.
Yes, sir note. The rascal's drunk: you have hurt
him, sir, i'the note shoulder.
Fal.
A rascal! to brave me!
Dol.
Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, poor
ape, how thou sweat'st? Come, let me wipe thy face;
come on, you whorson chops: [wiping him.] Ah, rogue, note
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!
Fal.
A rascally note slave! I will toss the rogue in a
blanket.
Dol.
Do, if thou dar'st for thy heart: if thou dost note,
I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets.
Enter two or three Fidlers.
Pag.
The musick is come, sir.
Fal.
Let them play;—Play, sirs.—Sit on my knee,
Doll. [Musick.] A rascal bragging slave! the rogue fled
from me like quick-silver.
Dol.
I'faith note, and thou follow'dst him like a church.
Thou whorson little tidy Bartholomew note boar-pig, when
wilt thou leave fighting o'days, and foining o'nights note,
and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven?
Enter the Prince, and Poins, at a Distance, in the Habit of Drawers.
-- 45 --
Fal.
Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a death's-head;
do not bid me remember mine end.
Dol.
Sirrah, what humour is note the prince of?
Fal.
A good shallow young fellow: he would note have
made a good pantler, he would have chip'd note bread well.
Dol.
They say, Poins hath a note good wit.
Fal.
He a good wit? hang him, baboon! his wit is note as
thick as Tewksbury mustard; there is note no more conceit in
him, than is in a mallet.
Dol.
Why doth the note prince love him so then?
Fal.
Because their legs are both of a bigness; and
he plays note 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 joint-stools;
and swears with a good grace; and wears his boot note
very smooth, like unto the sign of the leg; and
breeds no bate with telling of discreet stories: and
such other gambol faculties he hath note, that shew a weak
mind and an able body, for the which the prince admits
him: for the prince himself is such another; the
weight of a hair will turn note scales between their aver-dupois.
Pri.
Would not this nave of a wheel have his ears cut off?
Poi.
Let's note beat him before his whore.
Pri.
Look, if the note wither'd elder hath not his poll
claw'd like a parrot.
Poi.
Is it not strange, that desire should so many
years out-live performance?
Fal.
Kiss me, Doll.
[she kisses him.
Pri.
Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction! what
says the almanack to that?
Poi.
And, look, whether the fiery Trigon, his man,
-- 46 --
[seeing Bardolph sweet upon the Hostess.] be not lisping
to note14Q0689 his master's note old tables; his note-book, his counsel-keeper.
Fal.
Thou dost give me flattering busses.
Dol.
Nay, truly; I note kiss thee with a most constant heart.
Fal.
I am old, I am old.
Dol.
I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young
boy of them all.
Fal.
What stuff wilt have note a kirtle of? I shall receive
money o'thursday note: thou note shalt have a cap to-morrow. A
merry song, come: it grows late, we'll to-bed. Thou't note
forget me, when I am gone.
Dol.
Thou't note set me a weeping, an thou say'st so:
prove that ever I dress myself handsome 'till thy return.
Well, harken the end note.
Fal.
Some sack, Francis.
Pri. Poi.
Anon, anon, sir.
[coming forward.
Fal.
Ha! [starting up.] a bastard son of the king's?—
And art not thou Poins, his brother?
Pri.
Why, thou globe of sinful continents, what a
life dost thou lead?
Fal.
A better than thou; I am a gentleman, thou art
a drawer.
Pri.
Very true, sir; and I come to draw you out by
the ears.
[they uncase.
Hos.
O, the Lord preserve thy good note grace! welcome note
to London. Now heaven bless note that sweet face of thine!
what, are note you come from Wales?
Fal.
Thou whorson mad compound of majesty,—by
this light flesh and corrupt blood, [laying his Hand upon
Doll.] thou art welcome.
Dol.
How! you fat fool, I scorn you.
-- 47 --
Poi.
My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge,
and turn all to a merriment, if you take not the
heat.
Pri.
You whorson candle-mine, you, how vilely did
you speak of me even note now, before this honest, virtuous,
civil gentlewoman?
Hos.
'Blessing note o'your good heart! and so she is, by
my troth.
Fal.
Didst thou hear me?
Pri.
Yes; and note you knew me, as you did when you
ran away by Gads-hill: you knew, I was at your back;
and spoke it on purpose, to try my patience.
Fal.
No, no, no; not so; I did not think, thou wast
within hearing.
Pri.
I shall drive you then to confess the wilful
abuse; and then I know how to handle you.
Fal.
No abuse, Hal, on mine note honour; no abuse.
Pri.
No! to note dispraise me; and call me—pantler,
and bread-chipper note, and I know not what?
Fal.
No abuse, Hal.
Poi.
No abuse!
Fal.
No abuse, Ned, in the world note; honest Ned, none.
I disprais'd him before the wicked, that the wicked
might not fall in love with him: note—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. No abuse,
Hal;—none, Ned, none;—no, boys note, none.
Pri.
See 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 the boy note of the wicked? or honest
Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his nose, of the wicked?
-- 48 --
Poi.
Answer, thou dead elm, answer.
Fal.
The fiend hath prick'd down Bardolph irrecoverable;
and his face is Lucifer's privy-kitchen, where
he doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For the boy,—
there is a good angel about him; but the devil out-bids
him note too.
Pri.
For the women,—
Fal.
For one of them,—she is in hell already, and
burns, poor soul note: For the other,—I owe her money; and
whether she be damn'd for that, I know not.
Hos.
No, I warrant you.
Fal.
No, I think, thou art not; I think, thou art quit
for that: Marry, there is another indictment upon thee,
for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house, contrary to
the law; for the which, I think, thou wilt howl.
Hos.
All vit'lars do so: What's note a joint of mutton,
or two, in a whole lent?
Pri.
You gentlewoman,—
Dol.
What says your grace?
Fal.
His grace says that which his flesh rebels against.
[Knocking heard.
Hos.
Who knocks so loud at door? look to the note door
there, Francis.
Enter Peto, hastily.
Pri.
Peto, how now? what news?
Pet.
The king your father is at Westminster;
And there are twenty weak and weary'd posts,
Come from the north: and, as I came along,
I met, and over-took, a dozen captains,
Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns,
And asking every one for sir John Falstaff.
Pri.
By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame note,
-- 49 --
So idly to prophane the precious time;
When tempest of commotion, like the south
Born with black vapour, doth begin to melt,
And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.
Give me my sword, and cloak:—Falstaff, good night.
[Exeunt Prince, Poi. Pet. and Bar.
Fal.
Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night,
and we must hence, and leave it unpick'd. [Knock.] More
knocking at the door?—[Re-enter Bardolph.] How now?
what's the matter?
Bar.
You must away to court, sir, presently;
A dozen captains stay at door for you.
Fal.
Pay the musicians, sirrah.—[to the Page.] Farewel,
hostess;—farewel, Doll.—You see, my good wenches,
how men of merit are sought after: the undeserver may
sleep, when the man of action is call'd on. Farewel,
good wenches:—If I be not sent away post, I will see
you again ere I go.
Dol.
I cannot speak;—If my heart be not ready to
burst:—Well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself.
Fal.
Farewel, farewel.
[Exeunt Fal. and Bar.
Hos.
Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these
twenty nine years, come pescod-time; but an honester,
and truer-hearted man,—Well, fare thee well.
Bar. [within.]
Mistress Tear-sheet,—
Hos.
What's the matter?
Bar.
Bid note mistress Tear-sheet come to my master.
Hos.
O, run, Doll, run; run, good Doll.
[Exeunt. note
ACT III.
SCENE I.
The same. A Room in the Palace.
-- 50 --
Enter the King, in his Night-gown; a Page attending. note
K. H.
Go, call the earls of Surrey and of Warwick;
But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these &dagger2; letters,
And well consider of them: Make good speed.—
[Exit Page.
How many thousand of my poorest subjects
Are at this hour asleep?—O sleep, o gentle note sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Why rather, sleep, ly'st thou in smoaky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets note stretching thee,
And hush'd with buzzing note night-flies to thy slumber;
Than in the pérfum'd chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,
And lull'd with sounds note of sweetest melody?
O thou dull god, why ly'st thou with the vile,
In loathsom beds; and leav'st14Q0690 the kingly couch,
A watch-case, or a common 'larum bell?
Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast note
Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains
In cradle of the rude imperious surge;
And in the visitation of the winds,—
Who take the ruffian billows note by the top,
Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them
With deaf'ning clamours note in the slippery shrouds note,
That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Canst thou, o partial sleep, give thy repose note
To the wet sea-boy in note an hour so rude;
And, in the calmest and most stillest night,
-- 51 --
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lye down;
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Enter Warwick, and Surrey.
War.
Many good morrows to your majesty.
K. H.
Is it good morrow, lords?
War.
'Tis one o'clock, and past.
K. H.
Why then, good morrow to you. Well, my note lords,
Have you read o'er the letters note that I sent you?
War.
We have, my liege.
K. H.
Then you perceive, the body of our kingdom
How foul it is; what rank diseases grow,
And with what danger, near the heart of it.
War.
It is but as a body, yet, distemper'd;
Which to his former strength may be restor'd,
With good advice, and little medicine:—
My lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd.
K. H.
O God note! 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
The beachy girdle of the ocean
Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock note,
And changes fill the cup of alteration
With divers liquors! O, if this were seen, note
The happiest youth,—viewing his progress thorough note,
What perils past, what crosses to ensue,—
Would shut the book, and set note him down and die.
&lblank; 'Tis not ten years gone,
Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends,
Did feast together, and, in two years note after,
-- 52 --
Were 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 lay'd his love and life under my foot;
Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard,
Gave him defiance. But which of you was by,
(You, cousin Nevil, [to War.] as I may remember)
When Richard,—with his eye brim-full of tears,
Then check'd and rated by Northumberland,—
Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophesy?
Northumberland, thou ladder, by the which
My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne;—
Though then, heaven knows note, I had no such intent;
But that necessity so bow'd the state,
That I and greatness were compell'd to kiss:—
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.
War.
There is a history in all men's lives,
Figuring the nature note of the times deceas'd:
The which observ'd, a man may prophesy,
With a near aim, of the main chance of things
As yet not come to life; which in note their seeds,
And weak beginnings note, lye entreasured.
Such things become the hatch and brood of time:
And, by the necessary form of these, note
King Richard might create a perfect guess,—
That great Northumberland, then false to him,
Would, of that seed, grow to a greater falseness;
Which should not find a ground to root upon,
-- 53 --
Unless on you.
K. H.
Are these things then necessities?
Then let us meet them like necessities:—
And that same word even now cries out on us;
They say, the bishop and Northumberland
Are fifty thousand strong.
War.
It cannot be, my lord;
Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the fear'd:—Please it your grace,
To go to bed; upon my life, my note lord,
The powers, that you already have sent forth,
Shall bring note this prize in very easily.
To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd
A certain instance, that Glendower is dead.
Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill;
And these unseason'd hours, perforce, must add
Unto your sickness.
K. H.
I will take your counsel:
And, were these inward wars once out of hand,
We would, dear lords, unto the holy land.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.
A Village in Glocestershire.
Court of Shallow's House. Enter Shallow, and
Silence, meeting: Wart, Feeble, Shadow,
Mouldy, and Bull-calf, at a Distance;
a Servant, or two, with them.
Sha.
Come on, come on, come on; give note me your
hand, sir, give me your hand, sir: an early stirrer, by
the rood. And how doth my good cousin Silence?
Sil.
Good morrow, good cousin Shallow.
Sha.
And how doth my cousin, your bed-fellow? and
your fairest daughter, and mine, my god-daughter Ellen?
-- 54 --
Sil.
Alas, a black ouzel note, cousin Shallow.
Sha.
By yea and nay, sir note, I dare say, my cousin
William is become a good scholar: He is at Oxford still,
is he not?
Sil.
Indeed, sir; to my cost.
Sha.
He must then to the inns of court note shortly: I
was once of Clement's-inn; where, I think, they will
talk of mad Shallow yet.
Sil.
You were call'd—lusty Shallow, then, cousin.
Sha.
I note was call'd any thing; and I would have done
any thing, indeed, and roundly too. There was I, and
little John Doit of Staffordshire, and black George Barnes, note
and Francis Pick-bone, and Will Squeal a Cots-wold note man,—
you had not four such swinge-bucklers14Q0691 in all the inns
of court again: and, I may say to you, we knew
where the bona-roba's were; and had the best of them
all at commandment. Then was Jack Falstaff,14Q0692 now
sir John, a boy; and page to Thomas Mowbray, duke of
Norfolk.
Sil.
This sir John, cousin, note that comes hither anon
about soldiers?
Sha.
The same sir John, the very same. I saw him note
break Skogan's note head, at the court gate, when he was a
crack, not thus † high: and the very same day did I
fight with one Sampson Stock-fish, a fruiterer, behind
Gray's-inn. O, the note mad days that I have spent! and to
see how many of mine old note acquaintance are dead!
Sil.
We shall all follow, cousin.
Sha.
Certain, 'tis certain; very sure, very sure: death,
as the psalmist saith, note is certain to all; all shall die.
How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford note fair?
Sil.
Truly, cousin, I note was not there.
-- 55 --
Sha.
Death is certain.—Is old Double of your town
living yet?
Sil.
Dead, sir.
Sha.
Dead! See, see! he drew note a good bow;—And
dead! he shot note a fine shoot:—John of Gaunt lov'd him
well, and betted much money on his head. Dead!—he
would note have clapt i' the note clout at twelve score; and carry'd
you a fore-hand shaft, (a fourteen note, and fourteen
and a half) that it would have done a man's heart good
to see. How a score of ewes now?
Sil.
Thereafter as they be: a score of good ewes
may be worth ten pounds.
Sha.
And is old Double dead!
Enter Bardolph, and One with him.
Sil.
Here come two of sir John Falstaff's men, as I
think.
Bar.
Good note morrow,14Q0693 honest gentlemen: I beseech you,
which is justice Shallow?
Sha.
I am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire of this
county, and one of the king's justices of the peace:
What is your good note pleasure with me?
Bar.
My captain, sir, commends him to you; my
captain, sir John Falstaff: a tall gentleman, by heaven note,
and a most gallant leader.
Sha.
He greets me well, sir; I knew him a good
back-sword man: How doth the good knight? may I
ask, how my lady his wife doth?
Bar.
Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommodated note,
than with a wife.
Sha.
It is well said, sir; note and it is well said indeed
too. Better accommodated!—it is good; yea, indeed,
is it: good phrases are surely, and ever were note, very commendable.
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Accommodated! it comes of accommodo: very
good; a good phrase.
Bar.
Pardon, sir note; I have heard the word. Phrase,
call you it? by this day note, 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 note.
Accommodated; That is, when a man is, as they say,
accommodated: or, when a man is,—being,—whereby,
—he may be note thought to be accommodated; which
is an excellent thing.
Enter Falstaff.
Sha.
It is very just:—Look, here comes good sir
John.—Give me your hand note, give me your worship's
good hand: By my troth, you note look well; and bear your
years very well: welcome, good sir John.
Fal.
I am glad to see you well, good master Robert
Shallow:—Master Sure-card note, as I think.
Sha.
No, sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in commission
with me.
Fal.
Good master Silence, it well befits you should
be of the peace.
Sil.
Your good worship is welcome.
Fal.
Fie! this is hot weather, gentlemen. Have you
provided me here half a dozen sufficient note men?
Sha.
Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit?
[Stools brought out.
Fal.
Let me see them, I beseech you.
Sha.
Where's the roll? where's the roll? where's the
roll?—[Servants give him a Roll, and bring the Recruits
forward.] Let me see, let me see, let me see: so, so, so,
so: Yea, marry, sir;—Ralph Mouldy:—let them appear
as I call; let them do so, let them do so.—Let me see;
Where is Mouldy?
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Mou.
Here, an't note please you.
Sha.
What think you, sir John? a good-limb'd fellow;
young, strong, and of good friends.
Fal.
Is thy name Mouldy?
Mou.
Yea, an't note please you.
Fal.
'Tis the more time thou wert us'd.
Sha.
Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i'faith note! things,
that are mouldy, lack use; Very singular good!—Well
said, sir John; very well said.
Fal.
Prick him. note
[to Shallow.
Mou.
I was prick'd well enough before, an you note could
have let me alone: my old dame will be undone now,
for one to do her husbandry, and her drudgery: You
need not to have prick'd me; there are other men fitter
to go out than I.
Fal.
Go to; peace, Mouldy, you shall go. Mouldy, it
is time you were spent.
Mou.
Spent!
Sha.
Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside; Know you
where you are?—For the other, sir John:—let me see;—
Simon Shadow!
Fal.
Ay, marry note, let me have him to sit under: he's
like to be a cold soldier.
Sha.
Where's Shadow?
Shad.
Here, sir.
Fal.
Shadow, whose son art thou?
Shad.
My mother's son, sir.
Fal.
Thy 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 not much note of the father's
substance.
Sha.
Do you like him, sir John?
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Fal.
Shadow will serve for summer,—prick him;—
for we have a number of shadows to note fill up the muster-book.
Sha.
Thomas Wart!
Fal.
Where's he?
War.
Here, sir.
Fal.
Is thy name Wart?
War.
Yea, sir.
Fal.
Thou art a very ragged wart.
Sha.
Shall I prick him note, sir John?
Fal.
It were superfluous; for his note apparel is built
upon his back, and the whole frame stands upon pins:
prick him no more.
Sha.
Ha, ha, ha! you can do it, sir; you can do it:
I commend you well.—Francis Feeble!
Fee.
Here, sir.
Sha.
What trade art thou, Feeble?
Fee.
A woman's tailor, sir.
Sha.
Shall I prick him, sir?
Fal.
You may: but if he had note been a man's tailor, he
would have prick'd you.—Wilt thou make as many
holes in an enemy's battle, as thou hast done in a
woman's petticoat?
Fee.
I will do my good will, sir; you can have no more.
Fal.
Well said, good woman's tailor! well said, couragious
Feeble! thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful
dove, or most magnanimous mouse.—Prick the woman's
tailor well, master Shallow; deep, master Shallow.
Fee.
I would, Wart might have gone, sir.
Fal.
I would, thou wert a man's tailor; that thou
might'st mend him, and make him fit to go. I cannot
put him to a private soldier, that is the leader of so many
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thousands: Let that suffice, most forcible Feeble.
Fee.
It shall suffice, sir. note
Fal.
I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble.—Who is next note?
Sha.
Peter Bull-calf of the green!
Fal.
Yea, marry, let us see Bull-calf.
Bul.
Here, sir.
Fal.
'Fore God, a note likely fellow!—Come, prick me
Bull-calf, 'till he roar again.
Bul.
O! good note my lord captain,—
Fal.
What, dost thou roar before thou art prick'd?
Bul.
O lord, sir note! I am a diseas'd man.
Fal.
What disease hast thou?
Bul.
A whorson cold, sir; a cough, sir; which I caught
with ringing in the king's affairs, upon his coronation
day, sir.
Fal.
Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown;
we will have away thy cold; and I will take such order,
that thy friends shall ring for thee.—Is here all?
Sha.
Here is note more note14Q0694 call'd than your number, you
must have but four here, sir;—and so, I pray you, go in
with me to dinner.
Fal.
Come, I will go drink with you, [rising.] but
I cannot tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, in good
troth note, master Shallow.
Sha.
O, sir John, do you remember since we lay all
night in the wind-mill in saint George's fields?
Fal.
No more of that, good master Shallow, no more
of that. note
Sha.
Ha, it was note a merry night. And is Jane Night-work
alive?
Fal.
She lives, master Shallow.
Sha.
She could never note away with me.
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Fal.
Never, never: she would always say, she could
not abide master Shallow.
Sha.
By the mass note, I could anger her to the heart. She
was then a Bona-roba: Doth she hold her own well?
Fal.
Old, old, master Shallow.
Sha.
Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose but
be old; certain, she's old; and had Robin Night-work by
old Night-work, before I came from Clement's note-inn note.
Sil.
That's fifty-five years note ago.
Sha.
Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that
that this knight and I have seen!—Ha, sir John, said I
well?
Fal.
We have heard the chimes at midnight, master
Shallow.
Sha.
That we have, that we have, that we have; note in
faith, sir John, we have; our watch-word note was, Hem, boys!
Come, let's to dinner; come, let's to dinner: O, the note days
that we have seen!—Come, come.
[Exeunt Falstaff, and Justices.
Bul.
Good master corporate Bardolph, stand my
friend; and here is note four Harry ten shillings in French
crowns for you. In very truth, sir, I had as lief be note hang'd,
sir, as go: and yet, for mine own part, sir, I do not care;
but, rather, because I am unwilling, and, for mine own
part, have a desire to stay with my friends; else, sir, I
did not care, for mine own part, so much.
Bar.
Go to; stand aside.
Mou.
And good master corporal captain, for my old
dame's note sake, stand my friend: she has no note body to do any
thing about her, when I am gone; and she is old, and
cannot help herself: you shall have forty, sir.14Q0695
Bar.
Go to; stand aside.
-- 61 --
Fee.
I note care not;—a man can die but once;—we owe
God note a death;—I'll ne'er note bear a base mind:—an't be my
destiny, so; an't be not, so: No man's too good to
serve's note prince: and, let it go which way it will, he that
dies this year, is quit for the next.
Bar.
Well said, thou'rt note a good fellow.
Fee.
'Faith, I'll note bear no base mind.
Re-enter Falstaff, and Justices.
Fal.
Come, sir, which men shall I have?
Sha.
Four of which you please.
Bar.
Sir, a word with you:—&clquo;I have three pound,
to free Mouldy, and Bull-calf.&crquo;
&clquo;Fal.
&clquo;Go to; well.&crquo;
Sha.
Come, sir John, which four will you have?
Fal.
Do you choose for me.
Sha.
Marry then,—Mouldy, Bull-calf, Feeble, and Shadow. note
Fal.
Mouldy, and Bull-calf:—For you, Mouldy,—stay
at home 'till you are past service:—and for you, Bull-calf,
—grow 'till you come unto it; I will none of you.
Sha.
Sir John, sir John, do not yourself wrong; they
are your likeliest men, and I would have you serv'd
with the best.
Fal.
Will you tell me, master Shallow, how to choose
a man? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the stature,
bulk and big assemblage note of a man? give me the spirit,
master Shallow.—Here's note Wart;—you see what a ragged
appearance it is: he shall note charge you, and discharge
you, with the motion of a pewterer's hammer; come off,
and on, swifter than he that gibbets-on the brewer's
bucket. And this same half-fac'd fellow, Shadow,—
give me this man; he presents no mark to the enemy;
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the foe-man may with as great aim level at the edge of
a pen-knife: And, for a retreat,—how swiftly will this
Feeble, the woman's taylor, run off? O, give me the
spare men, and spare me the great ones.—Put me a caliver
into Wart's hand, Bardolph.
Bar.
Hold, Wart, traverse;14Q0696 thus, thus, thus.
Fal.
Come, manage me your caliver. So:—very well:—
go to:—very good:—exceeding good.—O, give me always
a little, lean, old, chopt, bald shot.—Well said, Wart note;
thou'rt note a good scab: hold, there's a tester &dagger2; for thee.
Sha.
He is not his craft's-master, he doth not do it
right. 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 note manage
you his piece † thus: and 'a would about, and about,
and come you in, and come you in: rah, tah, tah, would
'a say; bounce, would 'a say: and away again would 'a
go, and again would 'a come;—I shall never see such a
fellow.
Fal.
These fellows will do well, master note Shallow.—
God keep you, master Silence; I will not use many words
with you:—Fare you well note gentlemen both: I thank you:
I must a dozen mile to-night.—Bardolph, give the soldiers
coats.
Sha.
Sir John, heaven bless you, and prosper note your
affairs, and send note us peace! As you return note, visit my
house; let our old acquaintance be renew'd: peradventure,
I will with you to note the court.
Fal.
I would you would note, master Shallow.
Sha.
Go to; I have spoke, at a word. Fare you note well.
[Exeunt Shallow, and Silence.
Fal.
Fare you well, gentle gentlemen.—On, Bardolph;
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lead the men away.—[Exeunt Bar. Recruits, &c.]
As I return, I will fetch off these justices: I do see the
bottom of justice Shallow. Lord, Lord, note14Q0697 how subject we
old men are to this vice of lying! This same starv'd
justice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildness
of his youth, and the feats he hath done about
Turn-bull note street; and every third word a lie, duer pay'd
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 he was note naked, he was, for all
the world, like a fork'd raddish, with a head fantastically
carv'd upon it with a knife: he was note so forlorn,
that his dimensions, to any thick sight, were invincible note:
he was note the very Genius of famine; yet letcherous note
as a monkey, and the whores call'd him—mandrake:
he came note ever in the rere-ward of the fashion; and sung
those tunes to the over-scutcht huswives that he heard
the carmen whistle, and sware—they were his fancies,
or his good-nights. And now is this Vice's dagger become
a squire; and talks as familiarly of John of Gaunt,
as if he had been sworn brother to him: and I'll be
sworn, he never note saw him but once in the tilt-yard; and
then he burst his note head, for crowding among the marshal's
men. I saw it; and told John of Gaunt, he beat
his own name: for you might have thrust him note, and all
his apparel, into an eel-skin; the case of a treble hoboy
was a mansion for him, a court: and now hath he note—
land, and beeves. Well; I will be acquainted with him,
if I return: and it note shall go hard, but I will note 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 note shape, and
-- 64 --
there an end.
[Exit.
ACT IV.
SCENE I.
A Forest in Yorkshire.
Enter the Archbishop of York, Mowbray, Hastings, Officers, and Others.
Arch.
What is this forest call'd?
Has.
'Tis Gualtree forest, an't shall please your grace.
Arch.
Here stand, my lords; and send discoverers forth,
To know the numbers of our enemies.
Has.
We have sent forth already.
Arch.
'Tis well done.
My friends, and brethren in these great affairs,
I must acquaint you, that I have receiv'd
New-dated letters from Northumberland;
Their cold intent, tenure note and substance, thus:—
Here doth note he wish his person, with such powers
As might hold sortance with his quality,
The which he could not levy; whereupon
He is retir'd, to ripe his growing fortunes,
To Scotland: and concludes in hearty prayers,
That your attempts may over-live the hazard,
And fearful meeting of their opposite.
Mow.
Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground,
And dash themselves to pieces.
Enter a Messenger.
Has.
Now, what news?
Mes.
West of this forest, scarcely off a mile,
In goodly form come on the enemy:
And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number
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Upon, or near, the rate of thirty thousand.
Mow.
The just proportion that we gave them out.
Let us sway on, and face them in the field.
Enter Westmoreland.
Arch.
What well-appointed leader fronts us here?
Mow.
I think, it is my lord of Westmoreland.
Wes.
Health and fair greeting from our general,
The prince, lord John, and duke of Lancaster.
Arch.
Say on, my lord of Westmoreland, in peace;
What doth concern your coming?
Wes.
Then, my lord, note
Unto your grace do I in chief address
The substance of my speech. If that rebellion
Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage,14Q0698
And countenanc'd by boys, and beggary;
I say, if damn'd commotion so appear'd note,
In 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 árchbishop,—
Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd;
Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd;
Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd;
Whose white investments figure note innocence,
The dove and very blessed Spirit of peace,—
Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself,
Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace,
Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war?
Turning your books to glaives note, your ink to blood,
Your pens to lances; and your tongue divine
-- 66 --
To a loud trumpet note, and a point of war?
Arch.
Wherefore do I this?—so the question stands.
Briefly, to this end:—We are all diseas'd;
And, with our surfeiting, and wanton hours, note
Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,
And we must bleed for it: of which disease,
Our late king, Richard, being infected, dy'd.
But, my most noble lord of Westmoreland,
I take not on me here as a physician;
Nor do I, as an enemy to peace,
Troop in the throngs of military men:
But, rather, shew a while 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.
I 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 enforc'd from our most quiet sphere note
By the rough torrent of occasion:
And have the summary of all our griefs,
When time shall serve, to shew in articles;
Which, long ere this, we offer'd to the king,
And might by no suit gain our audience:
When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our griefs,
We are deny'd access unto his person
Even by those men that most have done us wrong.
The dangers14Q0699 of the days but newly gone,
(Whose memory is written on the earth
With yet-appearing blood) and the examples
Of every minute's instance, (present now)
-- 67 --
Have note put us in these ill-beseeming arms:
Not to break peace, or any branch of it;
But to establish here a peace indeed,
Concurring both in name and quality.
Wes.
When ever yet was your appeal deny'd?
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
Of forg'd rebellion with a seal divine,
And consecrate note commotion's bitter edge?
Arch.
My brother general,14Q0700 [shewing Mowbray.] the common-wealth;
To brother born an houshold cruelty note
I make my quarrel in particular.
Wes.
There is no need of any such redress;
Or, if there were, it not belongs to you.
Mow.
Why not to him, in part; and to us all,
That feel the bruises of the days before;
And suffer the condition of these times
To lay a heavy and unequal hand
Upon our honours?
Wes.
O my good lord Mowbray, note
Construe the times to their necessities,
And you shall say indeed,—it is the time,
And 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 restor'd
To all the duke of Norfolk's signiories,
Your noble and right-well-remember'd father's?
Mow.
What thing, in honour, had my father lost,
-- 68 --
That need to be reviv'd, and breath'd in me?
The king, that lov'd him, as the state stood then,
Was, force note perforce, compell'd to banish him:
And then, when14Q0701 Harry note Bolingbroke, and he,—
Being mounted, and both rouzed in their seats,
Their neighing coursers note daring of the spur,
Their armed staves in charge, their beavers down,
Their eyes of fire sparkling note 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, then note the king did throw his warder down. note
His 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 miscarry'd under Bolingbroke.
Wes.
You speak, lord Mowbray, now you know not what:
The duke of note Hereford was reputed then
In England the most valiant gentleman;
Who knows, on whom fortune would then have smil'd?
But, if your father had been victor there,
He ne'er had born it out of Coventry:
For all the country, in a general voice,
Cry'd hate upon him; and all their prayers, and love,
Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on,
And bless'd, and grac'd indeed note, more than the king.
But this is meer digression from my purpose.
Here 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,
-- 69 --
That might so much as hint you note enemies.
Mow.
But he hath forc'd us to compel this offer;
And it proceeds from policy, not love.
Wes.
Mowbray, you over-ween, to take it so;
This offer comes from mercy, not from fear:
For, 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,
Our armour all as strong, our cause the best;
Then reason wills note, our hearts should be as good:—
Say you not then, our offer is compell'd.
Mow.
Well, by my will, we shall admit no parley.
Wes.
That argues but the shame of your offence:
A rotten case abides no handling note.
Has.
Hath 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?
Wes.
That is intended in the general's name:
I muse, you make so slight a question.
Arch.
Then take, my lord of Westmoreland, this &dagger2; schedule;
For this contains our general grievances:—
Each several article herein redress'd;
All members of our cause, both here and hence,
That are insinew'd to this action,
Acquitted by a true substantial form;
And present14Q0702 execution of our wills
To us, and to our purposes, confirm'd note;
We come within our lawful note banks again,
-- 70 --
And knit our powers up to the arm of peace.
Wes.
This will I shew the general. Please you, lords,
In sight of both our battles we may meet:
And either note end in peace, (which heaven so frame!)
Or to the place of difference call the swords
Which must decide it.
Arch.
My lord, we will do so.
[Exit Wes.
Mow.
There is a thing within my bosom, tells me,
That no conditions of our peace can stand.
Has.
Fear you not that: if we can make our peace
Upon such large terms, and so absolute,
As our conditions shall insist note upon,
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
Mow.
Ay, but note our valuation shall be such,
That 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 note faiths martyrs in love,
We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind,
That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff,
And good from bad find no partition.
Arch.
No, 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,
Revives 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,
He cannot so precisely weed this land
As his misdoubts present occasion:
His foes are so enrooted with his friends,
-- 71 --
That, plucking to unfix an enemy,
He doth unfasten so, and shake a friend.
So that this land, like an offensive wife,
That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes;
As he is striking, holds his infant up,
And hangs resolv'd correction in the arm
That was uprear'd to execution.
Has.
Besides, 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.
Arch.
'Tis very true:—
And therefore be assur'd, 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.
Mow.
Be it so:
Here is return'd my lord of Westmoreland.
Re-enter Westmoreland.
Wes.
The prince is here at hand: Pleaseth your lordship,
[to Mow.
To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies?
Mow.
My lord of York, in God's note name then set note forward.
Arch.
Before, and greet his grace:—my lord, we come.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.
14Q0703
The same. Another Part of it.
An open Tent set up; Servants attending. Trumpets.
Enter, from one Side, Mowbray, attended; afterwards,
the Archbishop, Hastings, and Others: from the other Side,
-- 72 --
Prince John of Lancaster, and Westmoreland;
Officers, and Others, with them.
Pr. J.
You 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 shew'd with you,
When that your flock, assembl'd by the bell,
Encircl'd you, to hear with reverence
Your exposition on the holy text;
Than now to see you here an iron man,
Chearing a rout of rebels with your drum,
Turning the word to sword, and life to death.
That man, that sits within a monarch's heart,
And ripens in the sun-shine of his favour,
Would he abuse the countenance of the king,
Alack, what mischiefs might he set abroach,
In 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 note?
To us, the speaker in his parliament;
To us, the imagin'd note voice of God himself note;
The 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,
As a false favourite doth his prince's name,
In deeds dishonourable? You have taken up note,
Under the counterfeited zeal note of God note,
The subjects of his substitute note, my father;
And, both against the peace of heaven and him,
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Have here up-swarm'd them.
Arch.
Good my lord of Lancaster,
I am not here against your father's peace:
But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland,
The time mis-order'd doth, in common sense,
Croud 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 have been note with scorn shov'd from the court,
Whereon this Hydra-son of war is born:
Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep,
With grant of our most just and right desires;
And true obedience, of this madness cur'd,
Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.
Mow.
If not, we ready are to try our fortunes
To the last man.
Has.
And 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;
And heir from heir shall hold this note quarrel up,
Whiles England shall have generation.
Pr. J.
You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow,
To sound the bottom of the after-times.
Wes.
Pleaseth your grace, to answer them directly,
How far-forth you do like their articles?
Pr. J.
I 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
Wrested his meaning, and authority.—
My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd;
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Upon my life, they note shall. If this may please you,
Discharge your powers unto their several counties,
As we will ours: and here, between the armies,
Let's drink together friendly, and embrace;
That all their eyes may bear those tokens home,
Of our restored love, and amity.
Arch.
I take your princely word for these redresses.
Pr. J. note
I give it you, and will maintain my word:
And thereupon I drink unto your grace.
[drinks, and gives the Cup to the Archbishop.
Has.
Go note, captain, [to an Officer.] 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.
[Exit Officer.
Arch.
To you, my noble lord of Westmoreland.
[drinks, and gives to West.
Wes.
I 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 you note
Shall shew itself more openly hereafter.
Arch.
I do not doubt you.
Wes.
I am glad of it.—
Health to my lord, and gentle cousin, Mowbray.
[drinks, and gives to Mow.
Mow.
You wish me health in very happy season;
For I am, on the sudden, something ill.
Arch.
Against ill chances, men are ever merry;
But heaviness fore-runs the good event.
Wes.
Therefore be merry, coz; [to Mow.] since sudden sorrow
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Serves to say thus,—Some good thing comes to-morrow.
Arch.
Believe me, I am passing light in spirit.
Mow.
So much the worse, if your own rule be true.
[Shouts within.
Pr. J.
The word of peace is render'd; Hark, how they shout!
Mow.
This had been chearful, after victory.
Arch.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest;
For then both parties nobly are subdu'd,
And neither party loser.
Pr. J.
Go, my lord,
And let our army be discharged too.—
[Exit Wes.
And, good my lord, so please you, let your note trains14Q0704
March by us; that we may peruse the men,
We should have cop'd withal.
Arch.
Go, good lord Hastings,
And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by.
[Exit Has.
Pr. J.
I trust, lords, we shall lye to-night together.—
Re-enter Westmoreland,
Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
Wes.
The leaders, having charge from you to stand,
Will not go off until they hear you speak.
Pr. J.
They know their duties.
Re-enter Hastings.
Has.
My lord note, [to the Arch.] our army is dispers'd already note:
Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses note
East, west, north, south; or like a school broke up,
Each hurries towards his home, and sporting place.
Wes.
Good tidings, my lord Hastings; for the which
I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason:—
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And you, lord árchbishop,—and you, lord Mowbray,—
Of capital treason I attach you both.
Mow.
Is this proceeding just and honourable?
Wes.
Is your assembly so?
Arch.
Will you thus break your faith?
Pr. J.
I pawn'd thee none:
I promis'd 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 note.
Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.—
Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray;
[Drums, and Exeunt Officers.
Heaven, and note not we, hath safely note fought to-day.—
Some guard these traitors note to the block of death;
Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.
The Same. Another Part.
Drums. Excursions, and Parties flying. Enter Falstaff, and Colevile, meeting.
Fal.
What's your name, sir? of what condition are
you; and of what place, I pray note?
Col.
I am a knight, sir? and my name is—Colevile
of the dale.
Fal.
Well then, Colevile is your name; a knight is
your degree; and your place, the dale: Colevile shall still
be your name; a traitor your degree; and the dungeon
your place,—a place deep enough; so shall you be still,
Colevile of the dale.
Col.
Are not you sir John Falstaff?
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Fal.
As 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 rouze up fear and trembling, and do
observance to my mercy.
Col.
I think, you are sir John Falstaff; and, in that
thought, yield me.
Fal.
I have a whole school of tongues in this belly
of mine; and not a tongue of them all, speaks any other
word than my name. An I had but a belly of any indifferency,
I were simply the most active fellow in
Europe: My womb, my womb, my womb undoes me!—
Here comes our general.
Drums. Enter Prince John, and Forces; Westmoreland, and Others.
Pr. J.
The heat is past, follow no farther note now;—
Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.—
[Exit West.
Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while?
When every thing is ended, then you note come:—
These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life,
One time or other break some gallows' back.
Fal.
I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus:
I never knew yet, but rebuke and check 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 extreamest inch of possibility; I have founder'd
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;
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that I may justly say with the hook-nos'd fellow
of Rome, note14Q0705—I came, saw, and overcame.
Pr. J.
It was more of his courtesy than your deserving.
Fal.
I know not; here he is, and here I yield him:
and I beseech your grace, let it be book'd with the rest
of this day's deeds; or, by the lord, I note will have it in a
particular ballad else note, with mine own picture on the top
of it note, Colevile kissing my foot: To the which course if I
be enforced, if you do not all shew like gilt two-pences
to me; and I, in the clear sky of fame, o'er-shine you
as much as the full moon doth the cinders of the element,
which shew like pins' heads to her; believe not
the word of the noble: therefore let me have right, and
let desert mount.
Pr. J.
Thine's too heavy to mount.
Fal.
Let it shine then.
Pr. J.
Thine's too thick to shine.
Fal.
Let it do something, my good lord, that may
do me good, and call it what you will.
Pr. J.
Is thy name Colevile?
Col.
It is, my lord.
Pr. J.
A famous rebel art thou, Colevile.
Fal.
And a famous true subject took him.
Col.
I am, my lord, but as my betters are,
That led me hither: had they been rul'd by me,
You should have won them note dearer than you have.
Fal.
I know not how they sold themselves: but thou,
like a kind fellow, gav'st thyself away;14Q0706 and note I thank thee
for thee.
Re-enter Westmoreland.
Pr. J.
Now note, have you left pursuit?
Wes.
Retreat note is made, and execution stay'd.
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Pr. J.
Send Colevile here, with his confederates,
To York, to present execution:—
Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure.—
[Exeunt Some with Colevile.
And 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.
Fal.
My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go
through Glostershire: and, when you come to court, stand
my good lord in note your good report.
Pr. J.
Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition,
Shall better speak of you than you deserve.
[Exeunt All but Falstaff.
Fal.
I would, you had the note 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 any of note these demure boys come to any
proof: 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 inflammation.
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 crudy note vapours which environ it: makes
it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery,
and delectable shapes; which deliver'd o'er to the voice,
(the tongue) which is the birth, becomes excellent wit.
The second property of your excellent sherris, is,—the
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warming of the blood; which, before cold and settl'd,
left the liver white 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 extream note:
It illumineth note the face; which, as a beacon, gives warning
to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm:
and then the vital commoners, and inland petty spirits,
muster me all to their captain, the heart; who, great,
and puft up with his note retinue, doth any deed of courage;
and this valour comes of sherris: So that skill in the
weapon is nothing, without sack; for that sets it a-work:
and learning, a meer hoard of gold kept by a devil;
'till sack commences it,14Q0707 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 father, he hath,
like lean, steril, and bare land, manured, husbanded,
and tilled, with excellent endeavour of drinking good
(and good store of) fertil sherris; that he is become very
hot, and valiant. If I had a thousand sons, the first humane note
principle I would teach them, should be,—to forswear
thin potations, and to addict themselves to sack.—
Enter Bardolph.
How now, Bardolph?
Bar.
The army is discharged all, and gone.
Fal.
Let them go. I'll through Glostershire; and there
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.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
Westminster. A Room in the Palace.
Enter King Henry; the Princes, Thomas, and Humphrey, his Sons; Earl of Warwick, and Others.
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K. H.
Now, lords, if heaven doth note 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 sanctify'd.
Our 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,
Come underneath the yoke of government.
War.
Both which, we doubt not but your majesty
Shall soon enjoy.
K. H.
Humphrey, my son of Gloster,
Where is the prince your brother?
Pr. H.
I think, he's gone to hunt, my lord, at Windsor.
K. H.
And how accompany'd?
Pr. H.
I do not know, my lord.
K. H.
Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him?
Pr. H.
No, my good lord; he is in presence here.
Pr. T.
What would my lord and father?
K. H.
Nothing 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,
Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy;
And noble offices thou may'st effect
Of mediation, after I am dead,
Between his greatness and thy other brethren:—
Therefore, omit him not; blunt not his love;
Nor lose the good advantage of his grace,
By seeming cold, or careless of his will.
For he is gracious, if he be observ'd;
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He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting note charity:
Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint;
As humorous14Q0708 as winter, and as sudden
As flaws congealed in the spring of day.
His temper, therefore, must be well observ'd:—
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth:
But, being moody, give him line and note 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;
A hoop of gold, to bind thy brothers in;
That the united vessel of their blood,
Mingl'd with venom of suggestion,
(As, force perforce, the age will pour it in)
Shall never leak, though it do work as strong
As aconitum, or rash gun-powder.
Pr. T.
I shall observe him with all care and love.
K. H.
Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Thomas?
Pr. T.
He is not there to-day; he dines in London.
K. H.
And how accompany'd? canst thou tell that note?
Pr. T.
With Poins, and other his continual followers.
K. H.
Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds;
And he, the noble image of my youth,
Is over-spread with them: Therefore my grief
Stretches itself beyond the hour of death;
The 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 head-strong riot hath no curb,
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When 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 oppos'd decay!
War.
My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite:—
The 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 note; which once attain'd,
Your highness knows, comes to no farther note use,
But 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 note;
Turning past evils to advantages.
K. H.
'Tis seldom, when the bee doth leave her comb
In the dead carrion. Who's here? Westmoreland?
Enter Westmoreland.
Wes.
Health to my sovereign! and new happiness
Added 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,
But peace puts forth her olive every where.
The manner how this action hath been born,
Here, at more leisure, may your highness read;
[kneels, and gives a Packet.
With every course, in his particular.
K. H.
O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird,
Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
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The lifting up of day. Look! here's more news.
Enter Harcourt.
Har.
From enemies heaven note keep your majesty;
And, when they stand against you, may they fall
As 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 note of Yorkshire overthrown:
The manner and true order of the fight,
This packet, please it you, contains at large.
[kneels, and delivers it.
K. H.
And 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? note
She either gives a stomack, and no food,—
Such are the poor, in health; or else a feast,
And takes away the stomack,—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:—
O me! come near me, now I am much ill.
[sinks, and falls into a Fit.
Pr. H.
Comfort, your majesty!
Pr. T.
O my royal father!
Wes.
My sovereign lord, chear up yourself, look up!
War.
Be patient, princes; you do know, these fits
Are with his highness very ordinary.
Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well.
Pr. T.
No, no; he cannot long hold out these pangs: note
The incessant care and labour of his mind
Hath wrought the mure, that should confine it in,
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So thin, that life looks through, and will break out note.
Pr. H.
The people fear me;14Q0709 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.
Pr. T.
The 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 dy'd.
War.
Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers.
Pr. H.
This apoplexy will, certain, be his end.
K. H.
I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence
Into some other chamber: softly, pray. note
[Attendants, and Lords, take the King up; convey him into an inner Room, and lay him upon a Bed.
Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends;
Unless some dull and favourable hand
Will whisper musick to my weary spirit.
War.
Call for the musick in the other room.
[to an Att. who goes out.
K. H.
Set me the crown upon my pillow here.
Pr. T.
His eye is hollow, and he changes much.
War.
Less noise, less noise.
Enter the Prince.
Pri.
Who saw the duke of Clarence?
Pr. T.
I am here, brother, full of heaviness.
Pri.
How now! rain within doors, and none abroad!
How doth the king?
Pr. H.
Exceeding ill.
Pri.
Heard he the good news yet?
Tell it him.
Pr. H.
He is told; and alter'd note much
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Upon the hearing it.
Pri.
If he be sick
With joy, he will recover without physick.
War.
Not so much noise, my lords:—sweet prince, speak low;
The king your father is dispos'd to sleep.
Pr. T.
Let us withdraw into the other room.
War.
Wilt note please your grace to go along with us?
Pri.
No; I will sit and watch here by the king.—
[Exeunt, leaving the Prince.
Why doth the crown lye there upon his pillow,
Being so troublesome a bed-fellow?
O 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 note so deeply sweet,
As he, whose brow, with homely biggen bound,
Snores 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 note with safety. By his gates of breath
There lies a downy feather, which stirs not:
Did he suspire, this light and weightless down
Perforce must move.—My gracious lord! my father!—
[calling loud, and stirring him.
This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep,
That from this golden rigol hath divorc'd
So many English kings. Thy due note, from me,
Is tears, and heavy sorrows of the blood;
Which nature, love, and filial tenderness,
Shall, o dear father, pay thee plenteously:
[kneels, and kisses him.
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My due, from thee, is this imperial crown;
[taking it from the Pillow.
Which, as immediate from thy place and blood,
Derives itself to me. Lo, here note it sits:—
[putting it upon his Head.
Which heaven note 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.
[Exit.
K. H.
Warwick! Gloster! Clarence!
[waking.
Re-enter Warwick, and the rest, hastily.
Pr. T.
Doth the king call?
War.
What would your majesty? How fares your grace note?
K. H.
Why did you leave me here alone, my lords?
Pr. T.
We left the prince my brother here, my liege,
Who undertook to sit and watch by you.
K. H.
The prince of Wales? Where is he? let me see him:
He is not here. note14Q0710
War.
This door is open; he is gone this way.
Pr. H.
He came not through the chamber where we stay'd.
K. H.
Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow?
War.
When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.
K. H.
The prince hath ta'en it hence:—go, seek him out.
Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose
My sleep my death?—
Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither.—
[Exit War.
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,
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When gold becomes her object! note
For this the foolish over-careful fathers
Have broke their sleeps note with thought note, their brains with care,
Their bones with industry;
For this they have engrossed and pil'd note up
The canker'd heaps of strange-atchieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts, and martial exercises:
When, like the bee, culling note from every flower
The virtuous sweets note;
Packing our thighs note with wax, our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the hive; we, like note the bees,
Are murther'd for our pains. This bitter taste
Yield note his engrossments to the ending father.—
Re-enter Warwick.
Now, where is he that will not stay so long
'Till his friend sickness hath determin'd note me?
War.
My lord, I found the prince in the next room,
Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks;
With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow,
That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood,
Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife
With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.
K. H.
But wherefore did he take away the crown?
Re-enter Prince.
Lo, where he comes.—Come hither to me, Harry:—
Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.
[Exeunt War. and the rest.
Pri.
I never thought to hear you speak again.
K. H.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought:
I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.
Dost thou so hunger for my empty note chair,
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That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours note
Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth!
Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm 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 stoln that, which, after some few hours,
Were thine without offence; and, at my death,
Thou hast seal'd up my expectation:
Thy life did manifest, thou lov'dst me not;
And thou wilt have me die assured of it.
Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts;
Which thou note hast whetted on thy stony heart,
To stab at half an hour of my frail 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 note,
That 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.
Pluck down my officers, break my decrees;
For now a time is come to mock at form,
Harry note the fifth is crown'd: Up, vanity!
Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence;
And to the English court assemble now,
From 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, murther, and commit
The oldest sins the newest kind of ways note?
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Be happy, he will trouble you no more:
England shall14Q0711 double gild his treble guilt; note
England shall give him office, honour, might:
For the fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks
The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog
Shall flesh his tooth in every note 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,
Peopl'd with wolves, thy old inhabitants!
Pri.
O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears,
The moist note impediments unto my speech,
I had fore-stall'd this dear and deep rebuke;
Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard
The course of it so far. There is your crown;
[kneeling, and presenting it.
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;
Which my most true and inward note-duteous spirit
Teacheth, this prostrate and exterior bending!
Heaven witness note with me, when I here came in,
And found no course of breath within your majesty,
How cold it strook my heart! if I do feign,
O, let me in my present wildness die;
And never live to shew 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)
I spake unto the crown note, as having sense,
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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 note.
Other, less fine in carrat note, is note more precious,
Preserving life in med'cine potable:
But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd,
Hast eat thy bearer note up. Thus, my most royal liege,
Accusing it, I put it on my head;
To try with it,—as with an enemy,
That had before my face murther'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
Did, with the least affection of a welcome,
Give entertainment to the might of it;
Let God note for ever keep it from my head!
And make me as the poorest vassal is,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
K. H.
O my son!
Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence;
That thou might'st win the note more thy father's love,
Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.
Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed;
And hear, I think, the very latest counsel
That ever I shall breath. Heaven knows note, my son,
By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd note-ways,
I met this crown; and I myself know well,
How troublesome it sat upon my head:
To thee it shall descend with better quiet,
Better opinion, better confirmation;
For all the soil of the atchievement goes
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With me into the earth. It seem'd in me,
But as an honour snatch'd with boist'rous hand;
And I had many living, to upbraid
My gain of it by their assistances;
Which daily grew to quarrel note, and to blood-shed,
Wounding supposed peace: all these bold fears,
Thou see'st, with peril I have answered:—
For all my reign hath been but as a scene,
Acting that argument; and now my death
Changes the mode note: for what in me was purchas'd,
Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort,
And thou note the garland wear'st successively.
Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do,
Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green;
And all thy friends, which thou must make thy friends,
Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en note out:
By whose fell working I was first advanc'd;
And by whose power I well might lodge a fear,
To be again displac'd:—which to avoid,
I cut them off: and had a purpose now,
To lead out many to the holy land;
Lest note rest, and lying still, might make them look
Too near into note my state. Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy course, to busy giddy minds
With foreign quarrels; that action, hence born out,
May waste the memory of the former days.
More would I, but my lungs are wasted so,
That strength of speech is utterly deny'd me.
How I came by the crown, o, God note forgive!
And grant it may with thee in true peace live!
Pri.
My gracious liege note,
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
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Then plain, and right, must my possession be:
Which I, with more than with a common pain,
'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.
Enter Prince John, Warwick, Lords, and Others.
K. H.
Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster.
Pr. J.
Health, peace, and happiness, to my royal father!
K. H.
Thou bring'st me happiness, and peace note, 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?
Pri.
My lord of Warwick!
K. H.
Doth any name particular belong
Unto the lodging where I first did swoon?
War.
'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.
K. H.
Laud be to God note!—even there my life must end.
It hath been prophesy'd to me many years,
I should not die but in Jerusalem;
Which vainly I suppos'd, the holy land:—
But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lye;
In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.
[Exeunt, bearing out the King.
ACT V.
SCENE I.
Glostershire. Hall in Shallow's House.
Enter Shallow, Falstaff, Page, and Bardolph.
Sha.
By cock and pye, sir note, you shall not away to-night.
—What, Davy, I say!
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Fal.
You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow.
Sha.
I will not excuse you; you shall not be excus'd;
excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse shall
serve; you shall not be excus'd.—Why, Davy!
Enter Davy.
Dav.
Here, sir.
Sha.
Davy, Davy, Davy,—let me see, Davy; let me
see: William note cook, bid him come hither.—Sir John,
you shall not be excus'd.
Dav.
Marry, sir, thus;—those precepts cannot be
serv'd: and again, sir,—Shall we sow the head-land note with
wheat?
Sha.
With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook;—
Are there no young pigeons?
Dav.
Yes note, sir. Here is now † the smith's note, for
shooing, and plough-irons.
Sha.
Let it be cast, and pay'd:—Sir John, you shall
not be excus'd.
Dav.
Sir note, a new link to the bucket must needs be
had: And, sir, do you mean to stop any of William's
wages, about the sack he lost the other day at Hinckley note
fair?
Sha.
He shall note answer it:—Some pigeons, Davy; a
couple of short-leg'd hens; a joint of mutton; and any
pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook.
Dav.
Doth the man of war stay all night, sir?
Sha.
Yes note, 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 back-bite.
Dav.
No worse than they are bitten note, sir; for they
have marvellous note foul linnen.
Sha.
Well conceited, Davy. About thy business, Davy.
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Dav.
I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor
of Woncot against Clement Perkes o'the hill.
Sha.
There are note many complaints, Davy, against
that Visor; that Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge.
Dav.
I grant your worship, that he is a knave, sir:
but yet, God forbid note, 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 is not. I have
serv'd your worship truly, sir, these eight note years; and if
I note cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave
against an honest man, I have but a very little note credit
with your worship. The knave is mine honest friend,
sir; therefore, I beseech your worship, let note him be countenanc'd.
Sha.
Go to; I say, he shall have no wrong. Look about,
Davy. [Exit Davy.] Where are you, sir John? Come, note off
with your boots.—Give me your hand, master Bardolph.
Bar.
I am glad to see your worship.
Sha.
I thank thee with all my note heart, kind master
Bardolph:—and welcome, my tall fellow. [to the Page.]
Come, sir John.
Fal.
I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow.—
[Exit Shallow.
Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt Bar. and Page.]
If I were saw'd into quantities, I should make four
dozen of such bearded hermit note-staves14Q0712 as master Shallow.
It is a wonderful thing, to see the semblable coherence
of his men's spirits and his: They, by observing of note
him, do bear themselves like foolish justices; he, by
conversing with them, is turn'd into a justice-like servingman:
their spirits are so marry'd in conjunction with
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the participation of society, that they flock together
in consent, like so many wild-geese. If I had a suit to
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 caught, 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,14Q0713 or two actions) and he shall note
laugh without intervallums note. 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 lay'd up.
Sha. [within.]
Sir John!
Fal.
I come, master Shallow; I come, master Shallow.
[Exit.
SCENE II.
Westminster. A Room in the Palace.
Enter Warwick, and the Chief Justice, meeting.
War.
How now, my lord chief justice? whither note away?
Ch. J.
How doth the king?
War.
Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended.
Ch. J.
I hope, not dead.
War.
He's walk'd the way of nature;
And, to our purposes, he lives no more.
Ch. J.
I would, his majesty had call'd me with him:
The service that I truly did his life,
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Hath left me open to all injuries.
War.
Indeed, I think, the young king loves you not.
Ch. J.
I 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.
Enter the three younger Princes, Westmoreland, and Others.
War.
Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry:—
O, that the living Harry had the temper
Of him note, the worst of these three gentlemen!
How many nobles then should hold their places,
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!
Ch. J.
Alas! I note fear, all will be over-turn'd.
Pr. J.
Good morrow, cousin Warwick.
Pr. T. and H.
Good morrow, cousin.
Pr. J.
We meet like men that had forgot to speak.
War.
We do remember; but our argument
Is all too heavy to admit much talk.
Pr. J.
Well, Peace be with him that hath made us heavy!
Ch. J.
Peace be with us, lest we be heavier!
Pr. H.
O, good my lord, you have lost a friend indeed:
And I dare swear, you borrow not that face
Of seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own.
Pr. J.
Though no man be assur'd what grace to find,
You stand in coldest expectation:
I am the sorrier; 'would, 'twere otherwise.
Pr. T.
Well, you must now speak sir John Falstaff fair;
Which swims against your stream of quality.
Ch. J.
Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour,
Led by the imperial note conduct of my soul;
And never shall you see, that I will beg
-- 98 --
A ragged and forestall'd remission:—
If truth note and upright innocency fail me,
I'll to the king my master that is dead,
And tell him who hath sent me after him.
War.
Here comes the prince.
Enter the new King, attended.
Ch. J.
Good morrow; and heaven save note your majesty!
Kin.
This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,
Sits not so easy on me as you think.—
Brothers, you mix note your sadness with some fear;
This is the English, not the Turkish court;
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,
But Harry Harry:—Yet be sad, good brothers,
For note, to speak truth, 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:
But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
Than a joint burthen lay'd upon us all.
For me, by heaven, I bid you be assur'd,
I'll be your father and your brother too;
Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares.
Yet weep note, that Harry's dead; and so will I:
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears,
By number, into hours of happiness.
Pr. J. &c.
We hope no other from note your majesty.
Kin.
You all look strangely on me:—and you most;
[to the Ch. Just.
You are (I think) assur'd, I love you not.
Ch. J.
I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,
Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
Kin.
No! How might a prince of my great hopes forget
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So great indignities you lay'd 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 note, and forgotten?
Ch. J.
I then did use the person of your father;
The 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,
The image of the king whom I presented,
And strook 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,
Be 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:
Nay, 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 prophan'd,
See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted,
Behold yourself so by a son disdained;
And then imagine me taking your part note,
And, in your power, soft silencing your son:—
After this cold considerance, sentence me;
And, as you are a king, speak in your state,—
What I have done, that misbecame my place,
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My person, or my liege's sovereignty.
Kin.
You are right, justice, and you weigh this well;
Therefore still bear the balance, and the sword:
And I do wish your honours may encrease,
'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,
That dares do justice on my proper son:
And not less note 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
The unstained sword that you have us'd 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:
My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear;
And I will stoop and humble my intents
To your well-practis'd, wise directions.—
And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you;—
My father14Q0714 is gone wild into his grave,
For in his tomb lye my affections:
And with his spirit sadly I survive,
To mock the expectation of the world;
To frustrate prophesies; and to 'rase out
Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
After 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,
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And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
Now 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
As things acquianted and familiar to us;—
In which you, father note, shall have foremost hand.—
[to the Ch. Just.
Our coronation done, we will accite
(As I before remember'd) all our state:
And (God note consigning to my good intents)
No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say,—
Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.
Glostershire. Orchard of Shallow's House.
Tables under an Arbor. Enter Davy, with Wine, Plates, &c.
After which, Enter Shallow, haling in Sir John Falstaff;
Silence, somewhat drunk; Bardolph,
and the Page.
Sha.
Nay, you shall see my orchard note: where, in an
arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin14Q0715 of mine own note
graffing, with a dish of caraways, and so forth;—come,
cousin Silence;—and so to bed.
Fal.
You have here a goodly note dwelling, and a rich.
Sha.
Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars
all, sir John:—marry, good air.—Spread, Davy; spread,
Davy: well said, Davy.
Fal.
This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your
serving-man, and your husband-man.
Sha.
A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet,
sir John:—By the mass note, I have drunk too much
-- 102 --
sack at supper:—a good varlet. Now sit down, now sit
down:—come, cousin.
[they sit.
Sil.
Ah, sirrah! quoth'a.—
We shall do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,
[singing.
And praise heaven for note the merry year;
When flesh is cheap, and females dear,
And lusty lads roam here and there,
So merrily, and ever among so merrily.
Fal.
There's a merry heart!—Good master Silence,
I'll give you a note health for that anon.
Sha.
Give master note Bardolph some wine, Davy.
Dav.
Sweet sir, sit;—I'll be with you anon;—most
sweet sir, sit.—Master page, good master page, sit:
Proface! [seating them at another Table.] What you want
in meat, we'll have in drink. But you must bear note; The
heart's all.
[Exit.
Sha.
Be merry, master Bardolph;—and my little soldier
there, be merry.
Sil.
Be merry, be merry, my wife has all;
[singing.
For women are shrews note, both short and tall:
'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag note all;—
And welcome merry shrove-tide.
Be merry, be merry, &c.
Fal.
I did not think, master Silence had been a man
of this mettle note.
Sil.
Who I? I have been merry twice and once, ere now.
Re-enter Davy.
Dav.
There's note a dish of leather-coats for you.
[setting them, and some Wine, upon Bardolph's Table.
Sha.
Davy,—
Dav.
Your worship?—I'll be with you straight—[to Bar.
-- 103 --
A cup of wine, sir?
Sil.
A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine,
[singing.
And drink unto the leman mine;—
And a merry heart lives long-a.
Fal.
Well said, master Silence.
Sil.
An we note shall be merry, now comes in the sweet
o' the night.
Fal.
Health and long life to you, master Silence!
[drinks, and fills to Silence.
Sil.
Fill the cup,14Q0716 and let it come;
[singing.
I'll pledge you a mile to the bottóm.
Sha.
Honest Bardolph, welcome: If thou want'st any
thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.—Welcome,
my little tiny note thief; [to the Page.] and welcome indeed
too.—I'll drink to master Bardolph; [fills.] and to all
the cavaleroes note about London.
Dav.
I hope to see London once ere I die.
Bar.
An I note might see you there, Davy,—
Sha.
You'll note crack a quart together, Ha! will you not,
master Bardolph?
Bar.
Yea, sir note, in a pottle pot.
Sha.
I note thank thee:—The knave will stick by thee,
I can assure thee that: he will not out; he is note true bred.
Bar.
And I'll stick by him, sir.
Sha.
Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be
merry. [Knocking heard.] Look who's at door there:—
Ho! who knocks?
[Exit Davy.
Fal.
Why, now you have done me right.
[to Silence, seeing him take off a Bumper.
Sil.
Do me right, and dub me knight:
[singing.
Samingo.—Is't not so?
Fal.
'Tis so.
-- 104 --
Sil.
Is't note? why, then say, an old man can do somewhat.
Re-enter Davy.
Dav.
An't note please your worship, there's one Pistol,
come from the court with news.
Fal.
From the court? [rising.] let him come in.—
Enter Pistol.
How now, Pistol?
Pis.
Sir John, 'save note you, sir!
Fal.
What wind blew you hither, Pistol?
Pis.
Not the ill wind which blows no man good note note:—
Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in
the realm note.
Sil.
By'r-lady, I think, 'a note be; but goodman Puff of
Barson.
Pis.
Puff?
Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!—
Sir John, I am thy Pistol, and thy friend,
And note helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,
And golden times, and happy news of price.
Fal.
I pr'ythee note now, deliver them like a man of this
world.
Pis.
A foutra note for the world, and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa, and golden joys.
Fal.
O base14Q0717 Assyrian knight, what is thy news?
Let king Cophetua note know the truth thereof.
Sil.
And Robin Hood note, Scarlet, and John.
Pis.
Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
And shall good news be baffl'd?
Then, Pistol, lay thy head in furies' lap.
Sha.
Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
Pis.
Why then, lament therefóre.
-- 105 --
Sha.
Give me pardon, sir;—If, sir, you come with
news from the court, I take it, there is but two ways;
either to utter them, or to conceal note them. I am, sir, under
the king in some authority.
Pis.
Under which king, Bezonian note? speak, or die.
Sha.
Under king Harry.
Pis.
Harry the fourth? or fifth?
Sha.
Harry the fourth.
Pis.
A foutra for thine office!—
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king;
Harry the fifth's the man. I speak the truth:
When Pistol lies, do † this; and fig me, like
The bragging Spaniard.
Fal.
What! is the old king dead?
Pis.
As nail in door: the things I speak, are just.
Fal.
Away, 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.
Bar.
O joyful day!—I would not take a knighthood
for note my fortune.
Pis.
What, I do bring good news?
Fal.
Carry 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. [Exit Bar.] Come, 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. Happy
are note they which have been my friends; And woe unto note
my lord chief justice!
-- 106 --
Pis.
Let vulturs vile seize on his lungs also!
Where is the life that late I led, say they:
Why, here it is; Welcome these note pleasant days!
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
London. A Street.
Enter a Beadle, and Others, dragging in the Hostess, and Doll Tear-sheet. note
Hos.
No, thou arrant knave; I would to God note, I might
die, that I might have thee hang'd: thou hast drawn
my shoulder out of joint.
Bea.
The constables have deliver'd her over to me;
and she shall have whipping-cheer enough note, I warrant
her: There hath been a man or two, lately note, kill'd about
her.
Dol.
Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll
tell thee what, thou damn'd tripe-visag'd rascal; if the note
child I now note go with, do miscarry, thou hadst better note thou
hadst strook thy mother, thou paper-fac'd villain.
Hos.
O the lord, that note sir John were come! he would note
make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God,
the note fruit of her womb miscarry note!
Bea.
If 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 among note you.
Dol.
I'll tell thee what, thou note thin man in a censor;14Q0718
I will have you as soundly swindg'd for this,—You blew-bottle note
rogue! you filthy famish'd correctioner! if you be
not swindg'd, I'll forswear half-kirtles.
Bea.
Come, come, you she knight-errant; come.
Hos.
O, that note right should thus overcome note might!
Well; of sufferance comes ease.
-- 107 --
Dol.
Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.
Hos.
Ay; come note, you starv'd blood-hound.
Dol.
Goodman death! goodman bones!
Hos.
Thou atomy note, thou!
Dol.
Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal.
Bea.
Very well.
[Exeunt.
SCENE V.
Westminster. Near the Abbey.
A Plat-form: Spectators on either Side. Enter certain Grooms, strewing Rushes.
1. G.
More rushes, more rushes.
2. G.
The trumpets have sounded twice.
1. G.
'Twill be two note o'clock ere they come from the
coronation: Dispatch, dispatch note.
[Exeunt, strewing.
Enter, to a Stand, Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph, and the Page.
Fal.
Stand here by me, master Shallow note; 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.
Pis.
'Bless note thy lungs, good knight!
Fal.
Come here, Pistol; stand behind me.—O, if I
had had time to have made new liveries, I would have
bestowed the thousand pound I borrow'd of you. But
'tis note no matter; this poor shew doth better: this doth
infer the zeal I had to see him.
Sha.
It note doth so.
Fal.
It shews my earnestness of affection note:
Sha. note
It doth so.
Fal.
My devotion.
Sha. note
It doth, it doth, it doth.
Fal.
As it were, to ride day and night; and not to
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deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience to
shift me.
Sha.
It is most certain.
Fal.
But to note stand stained with travel, and sweating
with desire 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.
Pis.
'Tis semper idem; for, obsque note hoc nihil est: 'tis all note
in every part.
Sha.
'Tis so, indeed.
Pis.
My knight, I will enflame thy noble liver,
And make thee rage.
Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
Is in base durance, and contagious prison;
Hal'd thither
By most mechanical and dirty hand:—
Rouze up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto's snake,
For Doll is in; Pistol speaks nought but truth.
Fal.
I will deliver her.
Pis.
There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.
Flourish of Trumpets, &c.
Enter the King, and Train of Nobles, &c.
in Procession; the Lord Chief Justice
among them.
Fal.
God note save thy grace, king Hal! my royal Hal!
Pis.
The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!
Fal.
God note save thee, my sweet boy!
Kin.
My lord chief justice, speak to that vain man.
Ch. J.
Have you your wits? [to Fal.] know you what 'tis you speak?
Fal.
My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart.
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Kin.
I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers;
How ill white hairs become note a fool, and jester!
I have long dream'd note of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so prophane;
But, being awake note, I do despise my dream.
Make less thy body, hence, and more thy grace;
Leave gormandizing; know, the grave doth gape
For thee thrice wider than for other men:—
Reply not to me14Q0719 with a fool-born jest;
Presume not, that I am the thing I was:
For heaven doth note know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self;
So 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,—
As 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 note:
And, as we hear you do reform note yourselves,
We will,—according to your strength note, and qualities,—
Give you advancement.—Be it your charge, my lord,
[to the Chief Justice.
To see perform'd the tenour of our word.—
Set on.
[Exeunt King, and his Train.
Fal.
Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.
Sha.
Ay, marry note, sir John; which I beseech you to
let me have home with me.
Fal.
That can hardly be, master Shallow. Do not
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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 advancement; I will be the man yet, that shall
make you great.
Sha.
I cannot perceive note how; unless you give note me
your doublet, and stuff me out with straw. I beseech
you, good sir John, let me have five hundred of my
thousand.
Fal.
Sir, I will be as good as my word: this that
you heard, was but a colour.
Sha.
A colour, I fear note, that you will die in, sir John.
Fal.
Fear no colours; go with me to dinner:—
Come, lieutenant Pistol;—come, Bardolph:—I shall be
sent for soon at night.
Re-enter Prince John, and the Chief Justice; Officers with them.
Ch. J.
Go carry sir John Falstaff to the fleet;
[to the Officers.
Take all his company along with him.
Fal.
My lord, my lord,—
Ch. J.
I cannot now speak; I will hear you soon:—
Take them away.
Pis.
Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta. note
[Exeunt Fal. Sha. Pis. Page, Bar. and Officers.
Pr. J.
I like this fair proceeding of the king's:
He hath intent, his wonted followers
Shall all be very well provided for;
But all are banish'd, 'till their conversations
Appear more wise and modest to the world.
Ch. J.
And so they are.
Pr. J.
The king hath call'd his parliament, my lord.
Ch. J.
He hath.
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Pr. J.
I 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, pleas'd the king.
Come, will you hence?
[Exeunt.
EPILOGUE; spoken by a Dancer.
First, my fear; then, my curt'sy note; last, my speech. My
fear is, your displeasure; my curt'sy note, my duty; and my
speech, to beg your pardons. If you look for a good
speech now, you undo me: for what I have to say, is of
mine own making; and what (indeed) I should say, will
(I doubt) prove mine own marring:—But to the purpose,
and so to the venture.
Be it known to you, (as it is very well) I was lately
here in the end of a displeasing play, to pray your patience
for it, and to promise you a better: I did mean note,
indeed, to pay you with this; which if, like an ill venture,
it come unluckily home, I break, and you my
gentle creditors lose. Here I promis'd you I would be,
and here I commit my body to your mercies: bate me
some, and I will pay you some; and, as most debtors
do, promise you infinitely. note
If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will
you command me to use my legs? and yet that were
but light payment,—to dance out of your debt: But a
good conscience will make any possible satisfaction, and
so will I. note All the gentlewomen here have forgiven note me;
if the gentlemen will note not, then the gentlemen do not
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agree with the gentlewomen, which was never seen before
in note such an assembly.
One word more, I beseech you. If you be not too
much cloy'd with fat meat, our humble author will continue
the story, with sir John in it, and make you merry
with fair Catherine of France: where (for any thing I
know) Falstaff shall die of a sweat, unless already he be note
kill'd with your hard opinions; for Oldcastle dy'd a
martyr note,14Q0720—but this note is not the man.
My tongue is weary; when my legs are too, I will
bid you good night: note and so kneel down before you;—
but, indeed, to pray for the queen.
