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I do not sue to stand, That many have, and others must sit there :
And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
Duch. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee ! Of such as have before endur'd the like.
Thus play I, in one person, many people,
Then treason makes me wish myself a beggar,
With all my heart and so I am: Then crushing penury
Persuades me I was better when a king;
And straight am nothing :-But, whale'er'I am,
Nor I, nor any man, that but man is,
(Exeunt. Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. SCENE IV.-Enter Exton, and a Servant.
For now hath time made me his numb'ring clock: Erton. Didst thou not mark the king, what words My thoughts are minutes; and, with sighs, they jars he spake?
Their watches on to mine eyes, the outward watch,
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
Those were his very words. Now, sir, the sound, that tells what hour it is, Exton. Have I no friend ? quoth he: he spake Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my heart, it twice,
Which is the bell; So sighs, and tears, and groans, And urg'd it twice together; did he not? Show minutes, times, and hours:—but my time Serv. He did.
Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy, Exton. And, speaking it, he wistfully look'd on While I stand fooling here, his Jack oʻthe clock. me;
This music mads me, let it sound no more ;
Is a strange brooch’ in this all-hating world.
Thanks, noble peer ;
What art thou ? and how comest thou hither,
Where no man never comes, but that sad dog I cannot do it ;-Yet I'll hammer it out.
That brings me food, to make misfortune live ?
That horse, that thou so often hast bestrid;
K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle
K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was on his
Of that proud man that did usurp his back? (1) Forces.
(2) His own body. (3) Holy scripture. (4) Little gate. (5) Tick. (7) An ornamented buckle, and also a jewel ir 16) Strike for him, like the figure of a man on general.
Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee, Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy Since thou, created to be aw'd by man,
Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to LokKeep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay. The heads of Brocas, and sir Bennet Seely;
[To the Groom. K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
Two of the dangerous and consorted traitors, away. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my
Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot, heart shall say.
(Exit. Right noble is thy merit, well I'wot. Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to? K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do.
Enter Percy, with the Bishop of Carlisle. Keep. My lord, I dare not; sir Pierce of Exton, Percy. The grand conspirator, abbot of Westwho
minster, Lately came from the king, commands the contrary. With clog of conscience, and sour melancholy, K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster and Hath yielded up his body to the grave; thee !
But here is Carlisle, living, to abide Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
Thy kingly doom, and sentence of his pride.
(Beats the Keeper. Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom :Keep. Help, help, help!
Choose out some secret place, some reverend room, Enter Exton, and servants, armed.
More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life;
So, as thou liv'st in peace, die free from strife: K. Rich. How now? what means death in this for though mine enemy thou hast ever been, rude assault ?
High sparks of honour in thee have I seen. Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument.
(Snatching a weapon, and killing one. Enter Exton, with attendants bearing a coffin. Go thou, and fill another room in 'hell. [He kills another, then Exton strikes him down.
Erton. Great king, within this coffin I present That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire,
Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies That staggers thus my person.-Exton, thy fierce The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, hand
Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought. Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast land.
wrought Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; A deed of slander, with thy fatal hand, Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die. Upon my head, and all this famous land.
Exton. From your own mouth, my lord, did I Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood :
this deed. Both have I spilt; 0, would the deed were good! Nor do thee; though I did wish him dead,
Boling. They love not poison that do poison need, For now the devil, that told me,I did well, Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell.
I hate the murderer, love him murdered. This dead king to the living king I'll bear;
The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, Take hence the rest, and give them burial here.
But neither my good word, nor princely favour: (Exeunt. With Cain go wander through the shade of night,
And never show thy head by day nor night.SCENE VI.-Windsor. A room in the castle. Lords, I protest, my soul is full of wo, Flourish. Enter Bolingbroke, and York, with That blood should sprinkle me, to make me grow: lords and attendants.
Come, mourn with me for what I do lament, Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear And put on sullen black incontinent ;? Is that the rebels have consum'd with fire I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land, Our town of Cicester in Glostershire;
To wash this blood off from my guilty hand :But whether they be ta’en, or slain, we hear not.
March sadly after; grace my mournings here,
In weeping after this untimely bier. (Estuni. Enter Northumberland. Welcome, my lord: What is the news ? North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all hap
piness. The next news 19,-I have to London sent
This play is one of those which Shakspeare has The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent: apparently revised; but as success in works of inThe manner of their taking may appear
vention is not always proportionate to labour, it is At large discoursed in this paper here.
not finished at last with the happy force of some [Presenting a paper. other of his tragedies, nor can be said much to af
fect the passions, or enlarge the understanding. (1) Jaunting. (2) Immediately.
FIRST PART OF
KING HENRY IV.
King Henry the Fourth.
sons to the king.
friends to the king.
to Mortimer. Mrs. Quickly, hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap. Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain,
Drawers, iwo Carriers, Travellers, and Altendants.
West. My liege, this haste was hot in question,
And many limits of the charge set down SCENE I.-London. A room in the palace. But yesternight : when, all athwart, there came Enter King Henry, Westmoreland, Sir Walter A post from Wales, loaden with heavy news ; Blunt, and others.
Whose worst was,-that the noble Mortimer,
Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
Against the irregular and wild Glendower,
Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken, So shaken as we are, so wan with care, And a thousand of his people butchered : Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,
Upon whose dead corps there was such misuse, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
Such beastly, shameless transformation, To be commenc'd in stronds' afar remote.
By those Welshwomen done, as may not be, No more the thirsty Erinnys? of this soil
Without much shame, re-told or spoken of. Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of this No more shall trenching war channel her fields,
broil Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs
Brake off our business for the Holy Land. Of hostile paces; those opposed eyes,
West. This, match'd with other, did, my graWhich, like the meteors of a troubled heaven,
cious lord; All of one nature, of one substance bred,
For more uneven and unwelcome news Did lately meet in the intestine shock
Came from the north, and thus it did import. And furious close of civil butchery,
On Holy-rood day,' the gallant Hotspur there, in mutual, well-beseeming ranks, Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald, March all one way; and be no more oppos'd
That ever-valiant and approved Scot, Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies :
At Holmedon met, The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,
Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour; No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends, As by discharge of their artillery, As far as to the sepulchre of Christ
And shape of likelihood, the news was told; (Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
For he that brought them, in the very heat We are impressed and engag'd to fight,).
And pride of their contention did take horse, Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;
Uncertain of the issue any way. Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' wombi K. Hen. Here is a dear and true-industrious To chase these pagans, in those holy fields,
friend, Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet,
Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd,
Stain'do with the variation of each soil For our advantage, on the bitter cross.
Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours; But this our purpose is a twelve-month old,
And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news. And bootless: 'tis to tell you-we will go;
The earl of Douglass is discomfited; Therefore we meet not now :-Then let me hear
Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights, or you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,
Balk'd' in their own blood, did sir Walter see What yesternight our council did decree,
On Holmedon's plains : Os prisoners, Hotspur took In forwarding this dear expedience."
Mordake the earl of Fife, and eldest son (1) Strands, banks of the sea.
(6) Estimates. (7) September 14. (2) The Fury of discord.
(8) Covered with dirt of different colours. (3) Force, armv. (4) Needless. (5) Expedition. (9) Piled up in a heap.
To beaten Douglas; and the earls of Athol, Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith.
king, let not us, that are squires of the night's body, And is not this an honourable spoil ?
be called thieves of the day's beauty; let us beA gallant prize ? ha, cousin, is it not ?
Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minWest. In faith,
ions of the moon: And let men say, we be men It is a conquest for a prince to boast of. of good government: being govern'd as the sea is, K. Hen Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, and by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under mak'st me sin
whose countenance we-steal. In envy that my lord Northumberland
P. Hen. Thou say'st well; and it holds well too: Should be the father of so blest a son:
for the fortune of us, that are the moon': men, A son who is the theme of honour's tongue; doth ebb and flow like the sea ; being governed as Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant; the sea is, by the moon. As, for proof, now: A Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride : purse of gold most resolutely snatch'd on Monday Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, night, and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday See riot and dishonour stain the brow
morning; got with swearing-lay by;* and spent Of my young Harry. O, that it could be prov'd, with crying-bring in : now, in as low an ebb as That some night-tripping fairy had exchang’d
the foot of the ladder; and, by and by, in as high In cradle-clothes our children where they lay, a flow as the ridge of the gallows. And call'd mine-Percy, his-Plantagenet ! Fal. By the Lord, thou say'st true, lad. And is Then would I have his Harry, and he mine. not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench? But let him from my thoughis:-What think you, P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of coz,
the castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most sweet Or this young Percy's pride ? the prisoners, robe of durance ? Which he in this adventure hath surpris'd,
Fal. How now, how now, mad wag? what, in To his own use he keeps; and sends me word, thy quips, and thy quiddities? what a plague have I shall have none but Mordake earl of Fife. I to do with a buff jerkin ? West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is Wor P. Hen. Why, what a pox have I to do with my cester,
hostess of the tavern ? Malevolent to you in all aspects;'
Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning, Which makes him prune? himself, and bristle up many a time and oft. The crest of youth against your dignity.
P. Hen. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part? K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this; Fal. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid And, for this cause, a while we must neglect
all there. Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.
P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we would stretch; and, where it would not, I have Will nold at Windsor, so inform the lords : used my credit. But come yourself with speed to us again;
Fal. Yea, and so used it, that were it not here For more is to be said, and to be done,
apparent that thou art heir apparent,-But, I Than out of anger can be uttered.
pr’ythee, sweet wag, shall there be gallows standWest. I will, my liege.
(Exeunt. ing in England when thou art king? and resolu
tion thus fobbed as it is, with the rusty curb of old SCENE 1.-The same. Another room in the father antic the law ? Do not thou, when thou art
palace. Enter Henry Prince of Wales, and king, hang a thief. Falstaff.
P. Hen. No; thou shalt.
Fal. Shall I ?'O rare ! By the lord I'll be a brare Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad ? judge.
P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking P. Hen. Thou judgest false already; I mean, of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and so sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou hast become a rare hangman. forgotten to demand that truly which thou would'st Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps truly know. What a devil hast thou to do with with my humour, as well as waiting in the court, I the time of the day ? unless hours were cups of can tell you. sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues P. Hen. For obtaining of suits ? of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses,l. Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suits : whereof the and the blessed sun himself a sair hot wench in hangman hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am flame-colour'd taffeta ; I see no reason, why thou as melancholy as a gib' cat, or a lugged bear. should'st be so superfluous to demand the time of P. Hen. Or an old lion; or a lover's lute. the day,
Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe.. Fal. Indeed, you come near me, now, Hal: for P. Hen. What sayest thou to a hare, or the we, that take purses, go by the moon and seven melancholy of Moor-ditch? stars; and not by Phæbus,--he, that wandering Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes; and knight so fair. And, I pray thee, sweet wag, art, indeed, the most comparative, rascalliest, when thou art king, -as, God save thy grace sweet young prince,-But, Hal, I prythee, trouble (majesty, I should say ; for grace thou wilt have me no more with vanity. I would to Goil, thou none,)
and I knew where a commodity of good names P.' Hen. What, none ?
were to be bought: An old lord of the council råFal. No, by my troth ; not so much as will ted me the other day in the street about you, sir ; serve to be prologue to an egg and butter. but I marked him not : and yet he talked very
P. Hen. Well, how then ? come, roundly, wisely; but I regarded him not: and yet he talked roundly.
wisely, and in the street loo. (1) Points. (2) Trim, as birds clean their feathers. (7) Gih cal, should be lib cal,-a Scotch tern (3) Favourites. (4) Stand still. (5) More wine. at ihis day for a gelded cat. (6) The dress of sheriffs' officers.
(8) Croak of a frog.
P. Hen. Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out Fal. Well, may'st thou have the spirit of perin the streets, and no man regards it.
suasion, and he the ears of profiting, that what Fal. O thou hast damnable iteration :' and art, thou speakest may move, and what he hears may indeed, able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done be believed, that the true prince may (for recreamuch harm upon me, Ilal,-God forgive thee for tion sake) prove a false thief; for the poor abuses it! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and of the time want countenance. Farewell : You now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better shall find me in Eastcheap. han one of the wicked. I must give over this life, P. Hen. Farewell, thou latter spring ! Farewell, and I will give it over; by the Lord, an I do not, All-hallown summer!'
(Exit Falstaf. I am a villain ; I'll be damned never a king's Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride son in Christendom.
with us to-morrow; I have a jest to execute, that I P. Hen. Where shall we take a purse to-mor- cannot manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto, row, Jack?
and Gadshill, shall rob those men that we have alFal. Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one; an I ready way-laid; yourself, and I, will not be there: do not, call me villain, and baffle’ me.
and when they have the booty, if you and I do not P. Hen. I see a good amendment of life in thee; rob them, cut this head from my shoulders. from praying, to purse-tuking.
P. Hen. But how shall we part with them in Enter Poins, at a distance.
setting forth ?
Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wheresin for a man to labour in his vocation. Poins !- in it is at our pleasure to fail; and then will they Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a match." adventure upon the exploit themselves: which 0, if men were to be saved by merit, what hole in they shall have no sooner achieved, but we'll set hell were hot enough for him? This is the most upon them. omnipotent villain, that ever cried, Stand, to a P. Hen. Ay, but, 'tis like, that they will know true* man.
us, by our horses, by our habits, and by every other P. Hen. Good morrow, Ned.
appointment, to be ourselves. Poins. Good morrow, sweet Hal.- What says Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see, I'll monsieur Remorse? What says sir John Sack- tie them in the wood; our visors we will change, and-Sugar ? Jack, how agrees the devil and thee after we leave them; and, sirrah, I have cases of about thy soul, that thou soldest him on Good-friday buckram for the nonce, to immask our noted outlast, for a cup of Madeira, and a cold capon's leg? ward garments.
P. Hen. Sir John stands to his word, the devil P. Hen. But, I doubt, they will be too hard for us. shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be breaker of proverbs, he will give the devil his due. as true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and
Poins. Then art'thou damn'd for keeping thy for the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, word with the devil.
I'll forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, P. Hen. Else he had been damned for cozening the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue ine devil.
will tell us, when we meet at supper: how thirty, Poins. But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morn- at least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, ing, by four o'clock, early at Gadshill : There are what extremities he endured; and, in the reproof: pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offerings, of this, lies the jest. and traders riding to London with fat purses: 1. P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all have visorss for you all, you have horses for your things necessary, and meet me to-morrow night in selves; Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester; I have Eastcheap, there I'll sup. Farewell. bespoke supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap;l Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Erit Poins. we may do it as secure as sleep: If you will go,
1 P. Aen. I know you all, and will a while uphold will stuff your purses full of crowns; if you will The unyok'd humour of your idleness : not, tarry at home, and be hanged.
Yet herein will I imitate the sun ;. Fal. Hear me, Yedward; if I tarry at home, and Who doth permit the base contagious clouds go not, I'll hang you for going.
To smother up his beauty from the world, Poins. You will, chops ?
That, when he please again to be himself, Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one ?
Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, P. Hen. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my By breaking through the foul and ugly mists faith.
Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him. Fal. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good If all the year were playing holidays, fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood To sport would be as tedious as to work; royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings, But, when they seldom come, they wish'd-for com
P. 'Hen. Well, then, once in my days I'll be a And nothing pleascth but rare accidents. mad-cap.
So, when this loose behaviour I throw off,
And pay the debt I never promised,
Fal. By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; 10 thou art king.
And, like bright metal on a sullen' ground, P. Hen. I care not.
My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Poins. Sir John, I pr’ythee, leave the prince and Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes, me alone; I will lay him down such reasons for Than that which hath no foil to set it off. this adventure, that he shall go.
I'll so oflend, to make offence a skill:
Redeeming time, when men think least I will. (Er. (1) Citation of holy texts. (2) Treat me with ignominy.
(7) Fine weather at All-hallown-tide (i. e. All (3) Made an appointment. (4) Honest. Saints, Nov. 1st) is called an All-hallown summer. (5) Masks.
(8) Occasion. 16) The value of a coin called real or royal. (9) Confutation. (10) Expectations. (11) Dull.