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I will to dinner.
! Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him here, mad.
And on this north side win this cape of land; Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. And then he runs straight and even.
Hot. Why, so can l; or so can any man: Hot. I'll have it so; a little charge will do it. But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend. I will not have it alter'd. Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command Hot.
Will not you? The devil.
Glend. No, nor you shall not. Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil, Hot.
Who shall say me nay? By telling truth ; Tell truth, and shame the devil. Glend. Why, that will I. I thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, Hot.
Let me not understand you then, And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence. Speak it in Welsh. 0, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you; "Mort. Come, come,
For I was train'd up in the English court: No more of this unprofitable chat.
Where, being but young, I framed to the harp Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke Many an English ditty, lovely well, made head
And gave the tongue a helpful ornament; Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye, A virtue that was never seen in you. And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him, Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart, Bootless' home, and weather-beaten back.
I had rather be a kitten, and cry-mew, Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers: too!
I had rather hear a brazen canstick' turn'd, How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name? Or a dry wheel grate on an axle-tree; Glend. Come, here's the map; Shall we divide And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, our right,
Nothing so much as mincing poetry ; According to our three-fold order la'en ? 'Tis like the forc'd gate of a shuffling nag. Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it
Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd. Into three limits, very equally:
Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, To any well-deserving friend; By south and east, is to my part assign'd: But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me, All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore, I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. And all the fertile land within that bound,
Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? To Owen Glendower :-and, dear coz, to you
Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away by The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
night: And our indentures tripartiteż are drawn: I'll haste the writer, and, withal, Which being sealed interchangeably,
Break with your wives of your departure hence : (A business that this night may execute,)
I am afraid, my daughter will run mad, To-morrow, cousin Percy, you, and I,
So much she doteth on her Mortimer. (Ezil. And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth, Mort. Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my To meet your father, and the Scottish power,"
father! As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
Hot. I cannot choose: sometimes he angers me My father Glendower is not ready yet,
With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant, Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days:— of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies; Within that space, (To Glend.) you may have And of a dragon and a finless fish, drawn together
A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven, Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen. A couching lion, and a ramping cat,
Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, lords, And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff And in my conduct shall your ladies come: As puts me from my faith. I tell you what,From whom you now musi steal, and take no leave; He held me, but last night, at least nine hours For there will be a world of water shed,
In reckoning up the several devils' names, Upon the parting of your wives and you. That were his lackeys. I cried, humph,--and Hot. Methinks, my moiety," north from Burton well,-go to, here,
But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious In quantity equals not one of yours :
As is a tired horse, a railing wife; See, how ihis river comes me cranking in, Worse than a smoky house :- I had rather live And cuts me, from the best of all my land, With cheese and garlic, in a windmill, far, A huge half moon, a monstrous caniles out. Than feed on cates," and have him talk to me, I'll have the current in this place damm'd up; In any summer-house in Christendom. And here the smug and silver Trent shall run, Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman; In a new channel, fair and evenly:
Exceedingly well read, and profited It shall not wind with such a deep indent, In strange concealments ;'? valiant as a lion, To rob me of so rich a bottom here.
And wond'rous affable; and as bountiful Glend. Not wind ? it shall, it must; you see, it As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ? doth.
He holds your temper in a high respect, Mort. Yea,
And curbs himself even of his natural scope, Sut mark, how he bears his course, and runs When you do cross his humour; faith, he does :
I warrant you, that man is not alive, With like advantage on the other side ;
Might so have tempted hitu as you have done, Gelding the opposed continent as much, Without the taste of danger and reproof; As on the other side it takes from you.
But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.
Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame; !!) Unsuccessful. (2) Three copies. (3) Force. (4) Part.
(5) Corner. (6) Cutting. (9) Break the matter. (10) Mole. 1) Candlestick. (3) The writer of the articles. (11) Dainties.
And since your coming hither have done enough Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands To put him quite beside his patience.
Welsh; You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault: And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous. Though sometimes it show greatness,courage, blood, By'r lady, he's a good musician. (And that's the dearest grace it renders you,) Lady P. Then should you be nothing but muYet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,
for you are altogether governed by humours. Defect of manners, want of government, Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh. Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain:
Höt. I had rather hear Lady, my brach,“ howl The least of which, haunting a nobleman, in Irish. Loseth men's hearts; and leaves behind a stain Lady P. Would'st thou have thy head broken? Upon the beauty of all parts besides,
Hot. No. Beguiling them of commendation.
Lady P. Then be still. Hoi. Well, I am school'd; good manners be Hot. Neither ; 'lis a woman 's fault. your speed !
Lady P. Now God help thee!
Hot. Peace! she sings.
A Welsh SONG sung by Lady M.
Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.
Lady. P. Not mine, in good sooth. Mort. Good father, tell her,—that she, and my like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in good sooth;
Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart, you swear aunt Percy, Shall follow in your conduct' speedily.
and, As true as I live ; and, As God shall mend [Glendower speaks to his daughter in Welsh, And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths,
and she answers him in the same. Glend. She's desperate here ; a peevish self- As if thou never walk’dst further than Finsbury." will’d harlotry,
Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art, One no persuasion can do good upon.
A good mouih-filling oath; and leave in sooth, (Lady M. speaks to Mortimer in Welsh. And such protest of pepper-gingerbread, Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh To velvet-guards, and Sunday-citizens. Which thou pourest down from these swelling Come, sing, heavens,
Lady P. I will not sing. I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,
Hol. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be redIn such a parley would I answer thee.
breast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll
(Lady M. speaks. away within these two hours; and so come in when I understand thy kisses, and thou mine,
[Exit. And that's a feeling disputation:
Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer ; you are as But I will never be a truant, love,
slow, Till I have learn'd thy language ; for thy tongue
As hot lord Percy is on fire to go. Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
By this our book's drawn: we'll but seal, and then Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
To horse immediately.
Mort. With ravishing division to her lute.?
With all my heart. (Exe. Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.
Lady M. speaks again. SCENE II.-London. A room in the palace, EnMort. O, I am ignorance itself in this.
ler King Henry, Prince of Wales, and Lords. Glend. She bids you Upon the wanton rushes lay you down,
K. Hen. Lords, give us leave; the prince of
Wales and And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
Must have some conference: But be near at hand, And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep,
For we shall presently have need of you.Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness;
I know not whether God will have it so,
For some displeasing service I have done,
That in his secret doom out of my blood The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me ; . Begins his golden progress in the east. Mort. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her But thou dost in thy passages of life, sing:
Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd By that time will our book," I think, be drawn.
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven, Glend. Do so ;
To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else, And those musicians that shall play to you,
Could such inordinate, and low desires, Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence;
Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean at
tempts,' Yet straight they shall be here; sit, and attend.
Such barren pleasures, rude society,
Accompany the greatness of thy blood,
And hold their level with thy princely heart? Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose.
P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would I could Glendower speaks some Welsh words, and then Quit all
nces with as clear excuse, music plays.
As well as, I am doubtless, I can purgo 1) Guard, escort.
(4) Hound. (5) In Moorfields. (2) A compliment to queen Elizabeth.
(6) Laced velvet, the finery of cockneys. (s) Our paper of conditions.
(7) Unworthy undertakings.
Myself of many I am charg'd withal :
Which now doth that I would not have it do, Yet such extenuation let me beg,
Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. As, in reproof of inany tales devis'd,
P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord,
K. Hen. For all the world,
When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg; Find pardon on my true submission.
And even as I was then, is Percy now.
He hath more worthy interest to the state,
Than thou, the shadow of succession ; Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.
For, of no right, nor colour like to right, Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost, He doth till fields with harness in the realm ; Which by thy younger brother is supplied ; Turns head against the lion's armed jaws; And art álmost an alien to the hearts
And, being no more in debt to years than thou, Of all the court and princes of my blood :
Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on, The hope and expectation of thy time
To bloody battles, and to bruising arms. Is ruin'd; and the soul of every man
What never-dying honour hath he got Prophetically does fore-think thy fall.
Against renowned Douglas; whose high deeds, Had I so lavish of my presence been,
Whose hot incursions, and great name in arms, So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
Holds from all soldiers chief majority, So stale and cheap to vulgar company;
And military title capital, Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ? Had still kept loyal to possession ;?
Thrice hath this Holspur Mars in swathing clothes, And left me in reputeless banishment,
This infant warrior, in his enterprises A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood.
Discomfilled great Douglas: ta'en him once, By being seldom seen, I could not stir,
Enlarged him, and made a friend of him, But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at:
To fill the mouth of deep defiance up,
Thou that art like enough,-through vassal fear, | Ne'er seen, but wonder'd at: and so my state, Base inclination, and the start of spleen,
Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast; To fight against me under Percy's pay,
To dog his heels, and court'sy at his frowns,
When I will wear a garment all of blood, Grew a companion to the common streets, And stain my favours in a bloody mask, Enfeoft'd himself to popularity:
Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it. That being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights, They surfeited with honey; and began
That this same child of honour and renown, To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight, More than a little is by much too much. And your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet : So, when he had occasion to be seen,
For every honour sitting on his helm, He was but as a cuckoo is in June,
Would they were multitudes; and on my head Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes, My shames redoubled! for the time will come, As, sick and blunted with community,
That I shall make this northern youth exchange Afford no extraordinary gaze,
His glorious deeds for my indignities.
Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
Yea, even the slightest worship of his time,
The which if he be pleas'd I shall perform, With vile participation; not an eye
I do beseech your majesty, may salve But is a-weary of thy common sight,
The long-grown wounds of my intemperance: Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more ; If not, the end of life cancels all bands ;' (1) Officious parasites.
(3) Brushwood. (4) Rival. (5) Possessed. (2) True to him that had then possession of the (6) Armour. (7) Combine. (8) Most fatal.
And I will die a hundred thousand deaths, lignis faluus, or a ball of wildfire, there's no pur Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. chase in money, O, thou art a perpetual triumph,
K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this :- an everlasting bonfire-light! Thou hast saved ine Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust, herein. a thousand marks in links and torches, walking Enter Blunt.
with thee in the night, betwixt tavern and tavern:
but the sack that thou hast drunk me, would have How now, good Blunt ? thy looks are full of speed. bought me lights as good cheap, at the dearest Blunt. So hath the business that I come to chandler's in Europe. I have maintained tha speak of.
salamander of yours with fire, any time this two Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word, and thirty years; Heaven reward me for it! That Douglas, and the English rebels, met, Bard. 'Sulood, I would my face were in your The eleventh of this month, at Shrewsbury: belly ! A mighty and a fearsul head they are,
Fal. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be If promises be kept on every hand,
heart-burned. As ever offer'd foul play in a state.
Enter Hostess. K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day:
How now, dame Partlet the hen?have you inWith him my son, lord John of Lancaster; quired yet, who pick'd my pocket ? For this advertisement is five days old :
Host. Why, sir John! what do you think, sir On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set John? Do you think I keep thieves in my house? I Forward; on Thursday, we ourselves will march: have searched, I have inquired, so has my husband, Our meeting is Bridgnorth: and, Harry, you man by man, boy by boy, servant by servant : thé Shall march through Glostershire; by which ac- uithe of a hair was never lost in my house before. count,
Fal. You lie, hostess ; Bardolph was shaved, and Our business valued, some twelve days hence lost many a hair: and I'll be sworn, my pocket was Our general forces at Bridgnorth shall meet. picked : Go to, you are a woman, go. Our hands are full of business : let's away; Host. Who, I? I defy thee: I was never called Advantage feeds him fat,' while men delay.' (Exe. so in mine own house before.
Fal. Go to, I know you well enough. SCENE NI-Eastcheap. A room in the Boar's
Host. No, sir John ; you do not know me, sis Head Tavern. Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.
John: I know you, sir John : you owe me money, Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since sir John, and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me this last action?' do I not bate? do I not dwindle ? of it: I bought you a dozen of shirts to your back. Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's Fal. Dowlas, filthy do wlas: I have given them loose gown; I am wither'd like an old apple-John. away to bakers' wives, and they have made bolters Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in of them. some liking;* I shall be out of heart shortly, and
Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of then I shall have no strength to repent. An I have eight shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, not forgotten what the inside of a church is made sir John, for your diet, and by drinkings, and of
; I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horse: the inside money lent you, four and twenty pound. of a church Company, villanous company, hath
Fal. He had his part of it; let him pay. been the spoil of me.
Host. He ? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing. Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot
Fal. How! poor? look upon his face; What call live long.
you rich ? let them coin his nose, let them coin his Fal
. Why, there is it :-come, sing me a bawdy cheeks ; I'll not pay a denier. What, will you make song; make me merry, I was as virtuously given, a younker of me? shall I not take mine case in mine as a gentleman need to be ; virtuous enough: swore inn, but I shall have my pocket picked ? I have little; diced, not above seven times a week; went lost a seal-ring of my grandfather's, worth forty 10 a bawdy-house, not above once in a quarter- mark. of an hour; paid money that I borrowed, three or
Host. O Jesu! I have heard the prince tell him, four times; lived well, and in good compass : and I know not how oft, that that ring was copper. now I live out of all order, out of all compass.
Fal. How! the prince is a Jack,' a sneak-cup; Bard. Why, you are so fat, sir John, that you and, if he were here, I would cudgel him like a must needs be out of all compass ; out of all rea- dog, if he would say so. sonable compass, sir John.
Enter Prince Henry and Poins, marching. FalFal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life: Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lan
staff meets the Prince, playing on his truncheon
like a fife. tern in the poop,—but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the knight of the burning lamp.
Fal. How now, lad ? is the wind in that door, Bard. Why, sir John, my face does you no harm. i'faith? must we all march? Fal. No, I'll be sworn ; I make as good use of Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate-fashinn. it as many a man doth of a death's head, or a me Host. My lord, I pray you, hear me. mento mori : I never see thy face, but I think upon P. Hen. What sayest thou, mistress Quickly" hell-fire, and Dives that lived in purple ; for there How does thy husband ? I love him well, he is an. he is in his robes, burning, burning. 'ir'thou wert honest man. any way given to virtue, I would swear by thy Host. Goou my lord, hear me. face; my oath should be, By this fire: but thou art Fal. Prythee, let her alone, and list to me. altogether given over; and wert indeed, but for P. Hen. What sayest thou, Jack ? the light in thy face, the son of utter darkness. Fal. The other night I fell asleep here behind When thou ran'st up Gads-hill in the night to catch the arras, and had my pocket picked : this house, my horse, if I did not think thou hadst been an
(6) In the story-book of Reynard the Fox. (1) Part. (2) Intelligence. (3) Feeds himself. (7) A term of contempt frequently used by (4) Have some flesh. (5) Admiral's ship. Shakspeare.
is turned bawdy-house, they pick pockets. poor Jack Falstaff do, in the days of villany? Thcu P. Hen. What didst thou lose, Jack?
seest, I have more fesh than another man; and Fal. Wilt thou believe me, Hal ? three or four therefore more frailty.--You confess then, you bonds of forty pound a-piece, and a seal-ring of my picked my pocket ? grandfather's.
P. Hen. It appears so by the story. P. Hen. A trifle, some eight-penny matter. Fal. Hostess, I forgive thee : Go, make ready
Host. So I told him, my lord ; and I said, 1 breakfast ; love thy husband, look to thy servants, heard your grace say so: And, my lord, he speaks cherish thy guests: thou shalt find me tractable to most vilely of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he any honest reason: thou seest, I am pacified.–Still? s; and said, he would cudgel you.
- Nay, pr’ythee, be gone. (Erit Hostess.] Now, P. Hen. What! he did not?
Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery, lad, Host. There's neither faith, truth, nor woman- How is that answered ? nood in me else.
P. Hen. O, my sweet bees, I must still be good P. Hen. There's no more faith in thee than in a angel to thee:- The money is paid back again. stewed prune ; nor no more truth in thee, than in Fal. O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a a drawn fox; and for womanhood, maid 'Marian' double labour. may be the deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, P. Hen. I am good friends with my father, and you thing, go.
may do any thing: Hosl. Say, what thing? what thing?
Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou Fal. What thing? why, a thing to thank God on. doest, and do it with unwashed hands too.
Host, I am no thing to thank God on, I would Bard. Do, my lord. thou should'st know it; I am an honest man's wife: P. Hen. I have procured thee, Jack, a charge and, setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave of foot. to call me so.
Fal. I would, it had been of horse. Where shall Fal. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a I find one that can steal well ? O for a fine thiel, of beast to say otherwise.
the age of two and twenty, or thereabouts! I am Host. Say, what beast, thou knave thou ? heinously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for Fal. What beast? why, an otter.
these rebels, they offend none but the virtuous; I P. Hen. An otter, sir John? why an otter? laud them, I praise them. Fal. Why? she's neither fish, nor flesh; a man
P. Hen. Bardolphknows not where to have her.
Bard. My lord. Host. Thou art an unjust man in saying so; P. Hen. Go bear this letter to lord John of thou or any man knows where to have me, thou Lancaster, knave thou !
My brother John; this to my lord of WestmoreP. Hen. Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slan
land.ders thee most grossly.
Go, Poins, to horse, to horse ; for thou, and I, Host. So he doth you, my lord ; and said this Have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner-time.other day, you ought him a thousand pound. Jack, P. Hen. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound? Meet me to morrow i'the Temple hall,
Fal. A thousand pound, Hal ? a million: thy love At two o'clock i'the afternoon : is worth a million; thou owest me thy love. There shalt thou know thy charge; and there Host. Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and
receive said, he would cudgel you.
Money, and order for their furniture. Fal. Did I, Bardolph?
The land is burning ; Percy stands on high; Bard. Indeed, sir John, you said so.
And either they, or we, must lower lie. Fal. Yea; if he said, my ring was copper.
[Ereunt Prince, Poins, and Bardolph. P. Hen. I say, 'tis copper : Darest thou be as Fal. Rare words! brave world !-Hostess, good as thy word now?
my breakfast, come:Fal. Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but O, I could wish, this tavern were my drum. (Erit. 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 ?
Enter Hotspur, Worcester, and Douglas. about thy knees! But, sirrah, there's no room for faith, truth, nor honesty, in this bosom of thine: it Hot.Well said, my noble Scot: If speaking truth, is filled up with guts, and midriff. Charge an In this fine age, were not thought flattery, honest woman with picking thy pocket! Why, thou Such attribution should the Douglas' have, whoreano, impudent, embossed: rascal, if there As not a soldier of this season's stamp were any thing in thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, Should go so general current through the world. memorandums of bawdy-houses, and one poor By heaven, I cannot fatter; I desya penny-worth of sugar-candy, to make thee long- The tongues of soothers; but a braver place winded ; if thy pocket were enriched with any In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself: other injuries but these, I am a viljain. And yet Nav, task me to the word; approve me, lord. you will stand to it; you will not pocket up wrong: Doug. Thou art the king of honour : Art thou not ashamed ?
No man so potent breathes upon the ground, Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knovest, in the But I will beards him. state of innocency, Adam fell; and what should Hot.
Do so, and 'tis well:(1) A man dressed like a woman, who attends (3) This expression is applied by way of premorris-dancers.
eminence to the head of the Douglas family. (2) Swoln, puffy.
(4) Disduin. (5) Meet him lace to face.