See, how this river comes me cranking in, It shall not wind with such a deep indent, (And that's the dearest grace it renders you,) Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, Defect of manners, want of government, Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain: Glend. Not wind? it shall, it must; you see, it The least of which, haunting a nobleman, doth. Mort. Yea, Loseth men's hearts; and leaves behind a stain But mark, how he bears his course, and runs me up Beguiling them of commendation. With like advantage on the other side; Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him here, And on this north side win this cape of land; Hot. I'll have it so; a little charge will do it. Glend. No, nor you shall not. Glend. Why that will I. Will not you? Who shall say me nay? Let me not understand you then, Speak it in Welsh. Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you; For I was train'd up in the English court: Where, being but young, I framed to the harp Many an English ditty, lovely well, And gave the tongue a helpful ornament; A virtue that was never seen in you. Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart: I had rather be a kitten, and cry-mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers: And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd. But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me, Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away by night: I'll haste the writer, and, withal, Hot. Well, I am school'd; good manners be your speed! Here comes our wives, and let us take our leave. Re-enter GLENDOWER, with the Ladies. Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me,My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. Glend. My daughter weeps; she will not part with you, She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars. Mort. Good father, tell her,-that she, and my aunt Percy, Shall follow in your conduct speedily. [GLENDOWER speaks to his daughter in Welsh, and she answers him in the same. Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish self-will'd harlotry, One no persuasion can do good upon. [LADY M. speaks to MORTIMER in Welsh. Mort. I understand thy looks; that pretty Welsh Which thou pourest down from those swelling heavens, I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, [LADY MORTIMER speaks. Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, Break with your wives of your departure hence: And rest your gentle head upon her lap, [Exit. I am afraid, my daughter will run mad, Hot. I cannot choose: sometimes he angers me, A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven, But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman; And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, Mort. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her sing: By that time will our book, I think, be drawn. And those musicians that shall play to you, Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in thy Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: lap. Lady. P. Go, ye giddy goose. GLENDOWER speaks some Welsh words, and then the Music plays. Hot. Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh; And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous. By'r lady, he's a good musician. Lady. P. Then should you be nothing but musical; for you are altogether governed by humors. Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh. Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish. Lady. P. Wouldst thou have thy head broken? Hot. No. Lady. P. Then be still. Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault. Hot. Peace! she sings. 2 Candlestick. 4 Mole. A Welsh SONG, sung by LADY MORTIMER. And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, A good mouth-filling oath; and leave in sooth, 8 Must have some conference: But be near at hand, [Exeunt Lords. Thus did I keep my person fresh and new; Mingled his royalty with capering fools; K. Hen. For all the world, As thou art to this hour, was Richard then Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean at- Now by my sceptre, and my soul to boot, tempts, Such barren pleasures, rude society, As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to, As, in reproof of many tales devis'd, Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear, I may, for some things true, wherein my youth Find pardon on my true submission. He hath more worthy interest to the state, Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ? K. Hen. God pardon thee!-yet let me wonder, Discomfited great Douglas: ta'en him once, Harry, At thy affections, which do hold a wing In Moorfields. Laced velvet, the finery of cockneys. Enlarged him, and made a friend of him, But wherefore do I tell these news to thee? P. Hen. Do not think so; you shall not find it so; 1 Brushwood. 2 Armor. 3 Combine. 4 Most fatal. For every honor sitting on his helm, "Would they were multitudes; and on my head K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this: Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust, herein. Enter BLUNT. How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed. Blunt. So hath the business that I come to speak of. Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word,- A mighty and a fearful head they are, If promises be kept on every hand, As ever offer'd foul play in a state. K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set forth to- With him my son, lord John of Lancaster; Our business valued, some twelve days hence [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's Head Tavern. Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH. Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this last action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose grown; I am wither'd like an old apple-John. Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart, shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horse: the inside of a church! Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me. Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long. Fal. Why, there is it:-come, sing me a bawdy song; make me merry. I was as virtuously given, as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced, not above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house, not above once in a quarter-of an hour; paid money that I borrowed, three or four times; lived well, and in good compass: and now I live out of all order, out of all compass. Bard. Why, you are so fat, sir John, that you must needs be out of all compass: out of all reasonable compass, sir John. Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life: Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in the poop,-but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the knight of the burning lamp. Bard. Why, sir John, my face does you no harm. Fal. No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it as many a man doth of a death's head, or a memento mori: I never see thy face, but I think upon hell-fire, and Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his robes burning, burning. If thou wert any way given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath should be, By this fire: but thou art altogether given over; and wert indeed, but for the light in thy face, the son of utter darkness.-When thou ran'st up Gadshill in the night to catch my horse, if I did not think thou hadst been an ignis fatuus, or a ball of wildfire, there's no purchase in money. O, thou art a perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light! Thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt tavern and tavern: but the sack that thou hast drunk me, would have bought me lights as good cheap, at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have maintained that salamander of yours with fire, any time these two-and-thirty years; Heaven reward me for it! Bard. 'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly! Fal. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burned. Enter Hostess. How now, dame Partlet the hen? have you inquired yet who picked my pocket? Host. Why, sir John! what do you think, sir John? do you think keep thieves in my house? I have searched, I have enquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy by boy, servant by servant: the tithe of a hair was never lost in my house before. Fal. You lie, hostess; Bardolph was shaved and lost many a hair: and I'll be sworn, my pocket was picked: Go to, you are a woman, go. Host. Who, I? I defy thee: I was never called so in mine own house before. Fal. Go to, I know you well enough. Host. No, sir John; you do not know me, sir John: I know you, sir John: you owe me money, sir John, and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it; I bought you a dozen of shirts to your back. Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them. Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, sir John, for your diet, and by-drinkings, and money lent you, four-and-twenty pound. Fal. He had his part of it; let him pay. Host. He also, he is poor; he hath nothing. Fal. How! poor? look upon his face; What call you rich? let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks; I'll not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker of me? shall I not take mine ease in mine inn, but I shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a seal-ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark. Host. O Jesu! I have heard the prince tell him, I know not how oft, that that ring was copper. Fal. How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup; and, if he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog if he would say so. Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS, marching. FALSTAFF meets the PRINCE, playing on his truncheon like a fife. Fal. How now, lad? is the wind in that door, i'faith? must we all march? Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate-fashion. P. Hen. What sayest thou, mistress Quickly? How does thy husband? I love him well, he is an honest man. Host. Good my lord, hear me. Fal. Pr'ythee, let her alone, and list to me. Fal. The other night I fell asleep here behind the arras, and had my pocket picked: this house, is turned bawdy-house, they pick pockets. P. Hen. What didst thou lose, Jack? Fal. Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds of forty pound a-piece, and a seal-ring of my grandfather's. P. Hen. A trifle, some eight-penny matter. Host. So I told him, my lord; and I said, I heard your grace say so: And my lord, he speaks most vilely of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is; and said, he would cudgel you. P. Hen. What! he did not? Host. There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else. Fal. There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune; nor no more truth in thee, than in a drawn 7 In the story-book of Reynard the Fox. 8 A term of contempt frequently used by Shakspeare. fox; and for womanhood, maid Marian the deputy's wife of the ward to thee. thing, go. may be Go, you Host. Say, what thing? what thing? Fal. What thing? why, a thing to thank God on. Host. I am no thing to thank God on, I would thou should'st know it; I am an honest man's wife, and, setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to call me so. Fal. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say otherwise. Host. Say, what beast, thou knave, thou? P. Hen. An otter, sir John! why an otter? Host. Thou art an unjust man in saying so; thou or any man knows where to have me, thou knave thou! P. Hen. Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly. Host. So he doth you, my lord; and said this other day, you ought him a thousand pound. P. Hen. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound? Fal. A thousand pound, Hal? a million: thy love is worth a million; thou owest me thy love. Host. Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said, he would cudgel you. Fal. Did I, Bardolph? Bard. Indeed, sir John, you said so. • Fal. Yea; if he said, my ring was copper. P. Hen. I say, 'tis copper: Darest thou be as good as thy word now? Fal. Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, I dare: but, as thou art prince, I fear thee, as I fear the roaring of the lion's whelp. P. Hen. And why not, as the lion? Fal. The king himself is to be feared as the lion: Dost thou think, I'll fear as I fear thy father? nay, an I do, I pray God, my girdle break! you will stand to it; you will not pocket up wrong: Art thou not ashamed? Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest, in the state of innocency, Adam fell; and what should poor Jack Falstall do, in the days of villainy? Thou seest, I have more flesh than another man; and therefore more frailty. You confess then, you picked my pocket? P. Hen. It appears so by the story. Fal. Hostess, I forgive thee: Go, make ready breakfast; love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy guests: thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason: thou seest, I am pacified.Still?-Nay, pr'ythee, begone. [Exit Hostess.] Now, Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery, lad.How is that answered? P. Hen. O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to thee:-The money is paid back again. Fal. O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor. P. Hen. I am good friends with my father, and may do any thing. Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, and do it with unwashed hands too. Bard. Do, my lord. P. Hen. I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot. Fal. I would, it had been of horse. Where shall I find one that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of the age of two-and-twenty, or thereabouts! Í am heinously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for these rebels, they offend none but the virtuous; I laud them, I praise them. P. Hen. Bardolph Bard. My lord. P. Hen. Go bear this letter to lord John of Lancaster, My brother John; this to my lord of Westmoreland, Go, Poins, to horse, to horse; for thou, and I, Meet me to-morrow i'the Temple-hall P. Hen. O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about thy knees! But, sirrah, there's no room for faith, truth, nor honesty, in this bosom of thine: it is filled up with guts, and midriff. Charge an honest woman with picking thy pocket! Why, thou whoreson, impudent, embossed rascal, if there were any thing in thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of bawdy-houses, and one poor penny-worth of sugar candy to make thee long winded; if thy pocket were enriched with any other injuries but these, I am a villain. And yet O. I could wish, this tavern were my drum. [Exit. [Exeunt PRINCE, POINS, and BARDOLPH. Fal. Rare words! brave world!-Hostess, my breakfast; come: ACT IV. SCENE I.-The Rebel Canıp near Shrewsbury. Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, and DOUGLAS. Hot. Well said, my noble Scot: If speaking truth, In this fine age, were not thought flattery, Such attribution should the Douglas' have, As not a soldier of this season's stamp Should go so general current through the world. By heaven, I cannot flatter; I defy The tongues of soothers; but a braver place In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself: Nay, task me to the word; approve me, lord. Doug. Thou art the king of honor: No man so potent breathes upon the ground, But I will beard him. Hot. Do so, and 'tis well: Enter a Messenger, with Letters. What letters hast thou there?-I can but thank you. Mess. These letters come from your father,Hot. Letters from him! why comes he not himself? Mess. He cannot come, my lord; he's grievous sick. Hot. Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick, In such a justling time? Who leads his power? Under whose government come they along? A female character, who attends morris-dancers; generally a man dressed like a woman. 1 Swoln, puffy. This expression is applied by way of pre-eminence to the head of the Douglas family. Mess. His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord. Wor. I pr'ythee, tell me, doth he keep his bed? Mess. He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth; And at the time of my departure thence, He was much fear'd by his physicians. Wor. I would, the state of time had first been whole, Ere he by sickness had been visited; His health was never better worth than now. The very life-blood of our enterprize; 3 Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us. Hot. A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd offAnd yet, in faith, 'tis not: his present want Seems more than we shall find it:-Were it good, To set the exact wealth of all our states All at one cast? to set so rich a main 3 Languishing. On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour? Faith, and so we should; We may boldly spend upon the hope of what A comfort of retirement lives in this. Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto, If that the devil and mischance look big Upon the maidenhead of our atlairs. Wor. But yet, I would your father had been here, By some, that know not why he is away, Of our proceedings, kept the earl from hence; And think, how such an apprehension May turn the tide of fearful faction, And stop all sight-holes, every loop, from whence Hot. You strain too far. I, rather, of his absence make this use;- A larger dare to our great enterprize, Than if the earl were here: for men must think, Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear. Enter Sir RICHARD VERNON. Ver. To thirty thousand. Forty let it be; Hot. Doug. Talk not of dying; I am out of fear Of death, or death's hand, for this one half year. [Exeunt. SCENE II-A public Road near Coventry. Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH. Fal. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry, fill me a bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march through; we'll to Sutton-Colfield to-night. Bard. Will you give me money, captain? Fal. Lay out, lay out. Bard. This bottle makes an angel. Fal. An if it do, take it for thy labor; and if it make twenty, take them all, I'll answer the coinage. Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at the town's end. Bard. I will, captain: farewell. [Exit. Fal. If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably. I have got in exchange of a hundred and fifty soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. press me none but good householders, yeomen's sons, inquire me out contracted bachelors, such as had been asked twice on the bans; such a commodity of warm slaves, as had as lief hear the devil as a drum; such as fear the report of a caliver1 worse than a struck fowl, or a hurt wild-duck. I pressed me none but such toasts and butter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger than pins' heads, and they have bought out their services; and now my whole charge consists of ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked his sores: and such as, indeed, were never soldiers, but discarded, unjust serving-men, younger sons to younger brothers, relearn'd-volted tapsters, and ostlers trade-fallen; the cankers Hot. My cousin Vernon! welcome, by my soul. Ver. Pray God, my news be worth a welcome, lord. The earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong, Ver. This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come; The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit, And yet not ours:-Come, let me take my horse, Limit, boundary. 5 The complexion, the character. 9 Armor for the thighs. of a calm world, and a long peace; ten times more dishonorably ragged than an old-faced ancient: Iand such have I to fill up the rooms of them that have bought out their services, that you would think, that I had a hundred and fifty tattered prodigals, lately come from swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. A mad fellow met me on the way, and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets, and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scare-crows. I'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat:-Nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for, indeed, I had the most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company: and the half shirt is two napkins tacked together, and thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's, or the rednose inn-keeper of Daintry. But that's all one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge. Enter PRINCE HENRY and WESTMORELAND. P. Hen. How now, blown Jack? how now, quilt? Fal. What, Hal? How now, mad wag? what a devil dost thou in Warwickshire?-My good lord of Westmoreland, I cry you mercy; I thought your honor had already been at Shrewsbury. West. 'Faith, sir John, 'tis more than time that 1 were there, and you too; but my powers are there already: The king, I can tell you, looks for us all: we must away all night. Fal. Tut, never fear me; I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream. P. Hen. I think to steal cream, indeed; for thy theft hath already made thee butter. But, tell me, Jack; Whose fellows are these that come after? Fal. Mine, Hal, mine. |