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KING HENRY IV, THE FIRST PART

by William Shakespeare


Dramatis Personae
King Henry the Fourth
...
Prince John of
Lancaster, son to the King
...
Sir Walter Blunt
...
Henry Percy, Earl of Northumberland
...
Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March
...
Sir
Michael, his Friend
...
Owen Glendower
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Sir John Falstaff
...
Gadshill
...
Bardolph
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Lady Mortimer, Daughter to Glendower
...

Quickly, Hostess in Eastcheap
...

SCENE
...


ACT I
...
London
...

[Enter the King Henry, Westmoreland, Sir Walter Blunt, and others
...
So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace
to pant, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils To be commenced in
strands afar remote
...
Therefore, friends, As
far as to the sepulchre of Christ— Whose soldier now, under whose blessed
cross We are impressed and engaged to fight— Forthwith a power of English
shall we levy, To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres
walk’d those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail’d For our

advantage on the bitter cross
...
—Then let me
hear Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland, What yesternight our Council did
decree In forwarding this dear expedience
...
My liege, this haste was hot in question, And many limits of the charge
set down But yesternight; when, all athwart, there came A post from Wales
loaden with heavy news; Whose worst was, that the noble Mortimer, Leading the
men of Herefordshire to fight Against th’ irregular and wild Glendower, Was by
the rude hands of that Welshman taken; A thousand of his people butchered,
Upon whose dead corpse’ there was such misuse, Such beastly, shameless
transformation, By those Welshwomen done, as may not be Without much
shame re-told or spoken of
...
It seems, then, that the tidings of this broil Brake off our business for the
Holy Land
...
This, match’d with other, did, my gracious lord; For more uneven and
unwelcome news Came from the North, and thus it did import: On Holy-rood
day the gallant Hotspur there, Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald, That
ever-valiant and approved Scot, At Holmedon met; Where they did spend a sad
and bloody hour, As by discharge of their artillery, And shape of likelihood, the
news was told; For he that brought them, in the very heat And pride of their
contention did take horse, Uncertain of the issue any way
...
Here is a dear and true-industrious friend, Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted
from his horse, Stain’d with the variation of each soil Betwixt that Holmedon
and this seat of ours; And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news
...
And is not
this an honourable spoil, A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not?
WEST
...

KING
...
O, that it could be proved
That some night-tripping fairy had exchanged In cradle-clothes our children
where they lay, And call’d mine Percy, his Plantagenet! Then would I have his
Harry, and he mine: But let him from my thoughts
...

WEST
...

KING
...
Cousin, on Wednesday next our Council
we Will hold at Windsor; so inform the lords: But come yourself with speed to
us again; For more is to be said and to be done Than out of anger can be uttered
...
I will, my liege
...
]

Scene II
...
An Apartment of Prince Henry’s
...
]
FAL
...
Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack, and unbuttoning thee
after supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to
demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know
...

FAL
...
And I pr’ythee, sweet wag, when thou art king,—as, God save thy Grace—
Majesty I should say, for grace thou wilt have none,—
PRINCE
...
No, by my troth; not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg and
butter
...
Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly
...
Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us that are squires of
the night’s body be called thieves of the day’s beauty: let us be Diana’s foresters,
gentlemen of the shade, minions of the Moon; and let men say we be men of
good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress
the Moon, under whose countenance we steal
...
Thou say’st well, and it holds well too; for the fortune of us that are
the Moon’s men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by
the Moon
...

FAL
...
And is not my hostess of the tavern a
most sweet wench?
PRINCE
...
And is not a buff
jerkin a most sweet robe of durance?
FAL
...
Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern?
FAL
...

PRINCE
...
No; I’ll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there
...
Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch; and where it
would not, I have used my credit
...
Yea, and so used it, that, were it not here apparent that thou art heirapparent—But I pr’ythee, sweet wag, shall there be gallows standing in England
when thou art king? and resolution thus fobb’d as it is with the rusty curb of old
father antic the law? Do not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief
...
No; thou shalt
...
Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I’ll be a brave judge
...
Thou judgest false already: I mean, thou shalt have the hanging of the
thieves, and so become a rare hangman
...
Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with my humour; as well as
waiting in the Court, I can tell you
...
For obtaining of suits?
FAL
...

‘Sblood, I am as melancholy as a gib-cat or a lugg’d bear
...
Or an old lion, or a lover’s lute
...
Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe
...
What say’st thou to a hare, or the melancholy of Moor-ditch?
FAL
...
I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of
good names were to be bought
...

PRINCE
...


FAL
...

Thou hast done much harm upon me, Hal; God forgive thee for it! Before I knew
thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better
than one of the wicked
...

PRINCE
...
Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I’ll make one: an I do not, call me villain,
and baffle me
...
I see a good amendment of life in thee,—from praying to purse-taking
...
Why, Hal, ‘tis my vocation, Hal; ‘tis no sin for a man to labour in his
vocation
...
]
—Pointz!—Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a match
...

PRINCE
...

POINTZ
...
—What says Monsieur Remorse? what says
Sir John Sack-and-sugar? Jack, how agrees the Devil and thee about thy soul,
that thou soldest him on Good-Friday last for a cup of Madeira and a cold
capon’s leg?
PRINCE
...

POINTZ
...

PRINCE
...


POINTZ
...
If you will go, I will stuff
your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry at home and be hang’d
...
Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go not, I’ll hang you for going
...
You will, chops?
FAL
...
Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith
...
There’s neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee, nor thou
camest not of the blood royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings
...
Well, then, once in my days I’ll be a madcap
...
Why, that’s well said
...
Well, come what will, I’ll tarry at home
...
By the Lord, I’ll be a traitor, then, when thou art king
...
I care not
...

Sir John, I pr’ythee, leave the Prince and me alone: I will lay him down such
reasons for this adventure, that he shall go
...
Well, God give thee the spirit of persuasion, and him the ears of profiting,
that what thou speakest may move, and what he hears may be believed, that the
true Prince may, for recreation-sake, prove a false thief; for the poor abuses of
the time want countenance
...

PRINCE
...
]

POINTZ
...
Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto, and Gadshill,
shall rob those men that we have already waylaid: yourself and I will not be
there; and when they have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head
off from my shoulders
...
But how shall we part with them in setting forth?
POINTZ
...

PRINCE
...

POINTZ
...

PRINCE
...

POINTZ
...
The virtue of this jest will be, the incomprehensible lies that this same fat
rogue will tell us when we meet at supper: how thirty, at least, he fought with;
what wards, what blows, what extremities he endured; and in the reproof of this
lies the jest
...
Well, I’ll go with thee: provide us all things necessary and meet me tonight in Eastcheap; there I’ll sup
...

POINTZ
...

[Exit
...
I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyok’d humour of your
idleness: Yet herein will I imitate the Sun, Who doth permit the base contagious
clouds To smother-up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to
be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder’d at, By breaking through the

foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him
...

So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised,
By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men’s hopes;
And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o’er my
fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil
to set it off
...

[Exit
...
The Same
...

[Enter King Henry, Northumberland, Worcester, Hotspur, Sir Walter Blunt, and
others
...
My blood hath been too cold and temperate, Unapt to stir at these
indignities, And you have found me; for, accordingly, You tread upon my
patience: but be sure I will from henceforth rather be myself, Mighty and to be
fear’d, than my condition, Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,
And therefore lost that title of respect Which the proud soul ne’er pays but to the
proud
...
Our House, my sovereign liege, little deserves The scourge of greatness
to be used on it; And that same greatness too which our own hands Have holp to
make so portly
...
My good lord,—
KING
...
You have good leave to leave
us: when we need Your use and counsel, we shall send for you
...
]
[To Northumberland
...

NORTH
...
Those prisoners in your Highness’ name demanded,
Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took, Were, as he says, not with such
strength denied As is deliver’d to your Majesty: Either envy, therefore, or
misprision Is guilty of this fault, and not my son
...
My liege, I did deny no prisoners
...
With many holiday and lady terms He question’d me;
amongst the rest, demanded My prisoners in your Majesty’s behalf
...
This bald unjointed chat of his,
my lord, I answered indirectly, as I said; And I beseech you, let not his report
Come current for an accusation Betwixt my love and your high Majesty
...
The circumstance consider’d, good my lord, Whatever Harry Percy
then had said To such a person, and in such a place, At such a time, with all the
rest re-told, May reasonably die, and never rise To do him wrong, or any way
impeach What then he said, so he unsay it now
...
Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners, But with proviso and exception,
That we at our own charge shall ransom straight His brother-in-law, the foolish
Mortimer; Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray’d The lives of those that he did
lead to fight Against that great magician, damn’d Glendower, Whose daughter,

as we hear, the Earl of March Hath lately married
...

HOT
...
Three times
they breathed, and three times did they drink, Upon agreement, of swift Severn’s
flood; Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Ran fearfully among the
trembling reeds, And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank Blood-stained with
these valiant combatants
...

KING
...
Art not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth Let me not
hear you speak of Mortimer: Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,
Or you shall hear in such a kind from me As will displease you
...
— Send us your
prisoners, or you’ll hear of it
...
]
HOT
...

NORTH
...

[Re-enter Worcester
...
Speak of Mortimer! Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul Want
mercy, if I do not join with him: Yea, on his part I’ll empty all these veins, And
shed my dear blood drop by drop i’ the dust, But I will lift the down-trod

Mortimer As high i’ the air as this unthankful King, As this ingrate and canker’d
Bolingbroke
...

[To Worcester
...

WOR
...
He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners; And when I urged the ransom
once again Of my wife’s brother, then his cheek look’d pale, And on my face he
turn’d an eye of death, Trembling even at the name of Mortimer
...
I cannot blame him: was not he proclaim’d By Richard that dead is the
next of blood?
NORTH
...

WOR
...

HOT
...
He did; myself did hear it
...
Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin King, That wish’d him on the barren
mountains starve
...
Peace, cousin, say no more: And now I will unclasp a secret book, And to
your quick-conceiving discontent I’ll read you matter deep and dangerous; As
full of peril and adventurous spirit As to o’er-walk a current roaring loud On the
unsteadfast footing of a spear
...
If we fall in, good night, or sink or swim! Send danger from the east unto
the west, So honour cross it from the north to south, And let them grapple
...
Imagination of some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of
patience
...
By Heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from
the pale-faced Moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line
could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks; So he
that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities: But
out upon this half-faced fellowship!
WOR
...
— Good cousin, give me audience for a while
...
I cry you mercy
...
Those same noble Scots That are your prisoners,—
HOT
...

WOR
...
Those prisoners you
shall keep;—

HOT
...
He said he would not ransom Mortimer; Forbade
my tongue to speak of Mortimer; But I will find him when he lies asleep, And in
his ear I’ll holla Mortimer! Nay, I’ll have a starling shall be taught to speak
Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him, To keep his anger still in motion
...
Hear you, cousin; a word
...
All studies here I solemnly defy, Save how to gall and pinch this
Bolingbroke: And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales, But that I think
his father loves him not, And would be glad he met with some mischance, I’d
have him poison’d with a pot of ale
...
Farewell, kinsman: I will talk to you When you are better temper’d to
attend
...
Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool Art thou, to break into this
woman’s mood, Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!
HOT
...
In Richard’s
time,—what do you call the place?— A plague upon’t!—it is in Gioucestershire;
— ‘Twas where the madcap Duke his uncle kept, His uncle York;—where I first
bow’d my knee Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke;— When you and he
came back from Ravenspurg
...
At Berkeley-castle
...
You say true:— Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning
greyhound then did proffer me! Look, when his infant fortune came to age, And,
Gentle Harry Percy, and kind cousin,— O, the Devil take such cozeners!—God
forgive me!— Good uncle, tell your tale; for I have done
...
Nay, if you have not, to’t again; We’ll stay your leisure
...
I have done, i’faith
...
Then once more to your Scottish prisoners
...
— [To Northumberland
...

HOT
...
True; who bears hard His brother’s death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop
...

HOT
...

NORTH
...

HOT
...
And so they shall
...

In faith, it is exceedingly well aim’d
...
And ‘tis no little reason bids us speed, To save our heads by raising of a
head; For, bear ourselves as even as we can, The King will always think him in
our debt, And think we think ourselves unsatisfied, Till he hath found a time to
pay us home: And see already how he doth begin To make us strangers to his
looks of love
...
He does, he does: we’ll be revenged on him
...
Cousin, farewell: no further go in this Than I by letters shall direct your
course
...

NORTH
...


HOT
...
]

ACT II
...
Rochester
...

[Enter a Carrier with a lantern in his hand
...
CAR
...
—What, ostler!
OST
...
] Anon, anon
...
CAR
...

[Enter another Carrier
...
CAR
...

1
...
Poor fellow! never joyed since the price of oats rose; it was the death of
him
...
CAR
...

1
...
Like a tench! by the Mass, there is ne’er a king in Christendom could be
better bit than I have been since the first cock
...

2
...
I have a gammon of bacon and two razes of ginger, to be delivered as
far as Charing-cross
...
CAR
...
—What, ostler!
A plague on thee! hast thou never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An ‘twere
not as good a deed as drink to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain
...
]
GADS
...
What’s o’clock?
1
...
I think it be two o’clock
...
I pr’ythee, lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding in the stable
...
CAR
...

GADS
...

2
...
Ay, when? canst tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth a? marry, I’ll see thee
hang’d first
...
Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?
2
...
Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant thee
...

[Exeunt Carriers
...
What, ho! chamberlain!
CHAM
...
] At hand, quoth pick-purse
...
That’s even as fair as—at hand, quoth the chamberlain; for thou variest
no more from picking of purses than giving direction doth from labouring; thou
lay’st the plot how
...
]
CHAM
...
It holds current that I told you
yesternight: there’s a franklin in the wild of Kent hath brought three hundred
marks with him in gold: I heard him tell it to one of his company last night at

supper; a kind of auditor; one that hath abundance of charge too, God knows
what
...

GADS
...

CHAM
...

GADS
...
Tut! there are other Trojans that thou dreamest not of, the which, for
sport-sake, are content to do the profession some grace; that would, if matters
should be look’d into, for their own credit-sake, make all whole
...

CHAM
...
She will, she will; justice hath liquor’d her
...

CHAM
...

GADS
...


CHAM
...

GADS
...
Bid the ostler bring my
gelding out of the stable
...


[Exeunt
...
The Road by Gadshill
...
]
POINTZ
...

PRINCE
...

[They retire
...
]
FAL
...

[Coming forward
...
Where’s Pointz, Hal?
PRINCE
...

[Retires
...
I am accursed to rob in that thief’s company: the rascal hath removed my
horse, and tied him I know not where
...
Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death for
all this, if I ‘scape hanging for killing that rogue
...
If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love
him, I’ll be hang’d; it could not be else: I have drunk medicines
...
An ‘twere not as good a deed as drink, to turn true man, and to leave
these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth
...
] Whew!—A plague upon you all! Give me my horse,
you rogues; give me my horse, and be hang’d!
PRINCE
...
] Peace! lie down; lay thine ear close to the ground,
and list if thou canst hear the tread of travellers
...
Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down? ‘Sblood, I’ll not bear
mine own flesh so far a-foot again for all the coin in thy father’s exchequer
...
Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art uncolted
...
I pr’ythee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse, good king’s son
...
Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler?
FAL
...
An I have not ballads made on you all, and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup
of sack be my poison
...

[Enter Gadshill
...
Stand!
FAL
...

POINTZ
...

[Comes forward with Bardolph and Peto
...
What news?
GADS
...

FAL
...

GADS
...


FAL
...

PRINCE
...

PETO
...
Some eight or ten
...
Zwounds, will they not rob us?
PRINCE
...
Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather; but yet no coward, Hal
...
Well, we leave that to the proof
...
Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge: when thou need’st him,
there thou shalt find him
...

FAL
...

PRINCE
...
] Ned, where are our disguises?
POINTZ
...
] Here, hard by: stand close
...
]
FAL
...

[Enter Travellers
...
Come, neighbour: The boy shall lead our horses down the
hill; We’ll walk a-foot awhile and ease our legs
...
, &C
...
Jesu bless us!
FAL
...
Ah, whoreson caterpillars!
bacon-fed knaves! they hate us youth: down with them; fleece them
...
O, we’re undone, both we and ours for ever!

FAL
...
You are
grand-jurors, are ye? we’ll jure ye, i’faith
...
, Gads
...
, driving the Travellers out
...
]
PRINCE
...
Now, could thou and I rob the
thieves, and go merrily to London, it would be argument for a week, laughter for
a month, and a good jest for ever
...
Stand close: I hear them coming
...
]
[Re-enter Falstaff, Gadshill, Bardolph, and Peto
...
Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse before day
...

[As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set upon them
...
Your money!
POINTZ
...
]
PRINCE
...
Now merrily to horse: The thieves are scatter’d,
and possess’d with fear So strongly that they dare not meet each other; Each
takes his fellow for an officer
...
Fat Falstaff sweats to death,
And lards the lean earth as he walks along: Were’t not for laughing, I should pity

him
...
How the rogue roar’d!
[Exeunt
...
Warkworth
...

[Enter Hotspur, reading a letter
...
—But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there,
in respect of the love I bear your House
...
Let me see some more
...
The purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you have
named uncertain; the time itself unsorted; and your whole plot too light for the
counterpoise of so great an opposition
...
What a lack-brain is this!
By the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our friends true and
constant: a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot,
very good friends
...
Zwounds! an I were
now by this rascal, I could brain him with his lady’s fan
...
O, I could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving such a dish
of skimm’d milk with so honourable an action! Hang him! let him tell the King:
we are prepared
...
—
[Enter Lady Percy
...



LADY
...
Thy spirit within thee hath
been so at war, And thus hath so bestirr’d thee in thy sleep, That beads of sweat
have stood upon thy brow, Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream; And in thy
face strange motions have appear’d, Such as we see when men restrain their
breath On some great sudden hest
...

HOT
...
]
Is Gilliams with the packet gone?
SERV
...

HOT
...
One horse, my lord, he brought even now
...
What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not?
SERV
...

HOT
...
Well, I will back him straight: O esperance!
— Bid Butler lead him forth into the park
...
]

LADY
...

HOT
...
What is it carries you away?
HOT
...

LADY
...
In faith, I’ll know your business, Harry, that I will
...
So far a-foot, I shall be weary, love
...
Come, come, you paraquito, answer me Directly to this question that I
ask: In faith, I’ll break thy little finger, Harry, An if thou wilt not tell me true
...
Away, Away, you trifler! Love? I love thee not, I care not for thee, Kate:
this is no world To play with mammets and to tilt with lips: We must have
bloody noses and crack’d crowns, And pass them current too
...
Do you not love me? do you not indeed? Well, do not, then; for, since
you love me not, I will not love myself
...

HOT
...
But hark you, Kate; I must not have you henceforth question
me Whither I go, nor reason whereabout: Whither I must, I must; and, to
conclude, This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate
...

LADY
...
Not an inch further
...
Will this content you, Kate?

LADY
...

[Exeunt
...
Eastcheap
...

[Enter Prince Henry
...
Ned, pr’ythee, come out of that fat room, and lend me thy hand to
laugh a little
...
]
POINTZ
...
With three or four loggerheads amongst three or fourscore hogsheads
...
Sirrah, I am sworn brother to a
leash of drawers; and can call them all by their Christian names, as, Tom, Dick,
and Francis
...
They call drinking deep, dying scarlet; and, when you breathe in your
watering, they cry hem! and bid you play it off
...
I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honour, that thou
wert not with me in this action
...
But, Ned, to drive away the
time till Falstaff come, I pr’ythee, do thou stand in some by-room, while I
question my puny drawer to what end he gave me the sugar; and do thou never
leave calling Francis! that his tale to me may be nothing but Anon
...

[Exit Pointz
...
[Within
...

Thou art perfect
...
[Within
...
]
FRAN
...
—Look down into the Pomegranate, Ralph
...
Come hither, Francis
...
My lord?
PRINCE
...
Forsooth, five years, and as much as to—
POINTZ
...
] Francis!
FRAN
...

PRINCE
...
But,
Francis, darest thou be so valiant as to play the coward with thy indenture and
show it a fair pair of heels and run from it?
FRAN
...
[within
...
Anon, anon, sir
...
How old art thou, Francis?
FRAN
...
[within
...
Anon, sir
...

PRINCE
...
O Lord, sir, I would it had been two!
PRINCE
...

POINTZ
...
] Francis!
FRAN
...

PRINCE
...
But, Francis,—
FRAN
...
—wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, crystal-button, nott-pated, agatering, puke-stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,—
FRAN
...

Why, then, your brown bastard is your only drink; for, look you, Francis, your
white canvas doublet will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much
...
What, sir?
POINTZ
...
] Francis!
PRINCE
...
]
[Enter Vintner
...
What, stand’st thou still, and hear’st such a calling? Look to the guests
within
...
]—My lord, old Sir John, with half-a-dozen more, are at the
door: shall I let them in?
PRINCE
...

[Exit Vintner
...
]
POINTZ
...

PRINCE
...
As merry as crickets, my lad
...
I am now of all humours that have showed themselves humours since
the old days of goodman Adam to the pupil age of this present twelve o’clock at
midnight
...
[Within
...

PRINCE
...
I am not yet of Percy’s mind, the Hotspur of the North; he
that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands,
and says to his wife, Fie upon this quiet life! I want work
...
I pr’ythee, call
in Falstaff: I’ll play Percy, and that damn’d brawn shall play Dame Mortimer his
wife
...
Call in ribs, call in tallow
...
]
POINTZ
...
A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too! marry, and amen!—
Give me a cup of sack, boy
...
A plague of all cowards!— Give me a cup of
sack, rogue
...
]
PRINCE
...

FAL
...
—Go thy ways, old Jack: die when thou wilt, if manhood,
good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the Earth, then am I a shotten
herring
...
I would I were a
weaver; I could sing psalms or any thing
...

PRINCE
...
A king’s son! If I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath,
and drive all thy subjects afore thee like a flock of wild-geese, I’ll never wear
hair on my face more
...
Why, you whoreson round man, what’s the matter?
FAL
...
Zwounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, by the Lord, I’ll stab
thee
...
I call thee coward! I’ll see thee damn’d ere I call thee coward: but I would
give a thousand pound, I could run as fast as thou canst
...
—Give me
a cup of sack: I am a rogue, if I drunk to-day
...
O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou drunk’st last
...
All is one for that
...

[Drinks
...
What’s the matter?
FAL
...


PRINCE
...
Where is it! taken from us it is: a hundred upon poor four of us!
PRINCE
...
I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a dozen of them two hours
together
...
I am eight times thrust through the doublet,
four through the hose; my buckler cut through and through; my sword hack’d
like a hand-saw,—ecce signum! I never dealt better since I was a man: all would
not do
...

PRINCE
...
We four set upon some dozen,—
FAL
...

GADS
...

PETO
...

FAL
...

GADS
...
And unbound the rest, and then come in the other
...
What, fought you with them all?

FAL
...

PRINCE
...

FAL
...
I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie,
spit in my face, call me horse
...
Four rogues in buckram let drive at me,—
PRINCE
...

FAL
...

POINTZ
...

FAL
...
I made me no more
ado but took all their seven points in my target, thus
...
Seven? why, there were but four even now
...
In buckram?
POINTZ
...

FAL
...

PRINCE
...
] Pr’ythee let him alone; we shall have more anon
...
Dost thou hear me, Hal?

PRINCE
...

FAL
...
These nine in buckram that I told

thee of,—
PRINCE
...

FAL
...
Down fell their hose
...
—began to give me ground: but I followed me close, came in foot and
hand; and with a thought seven of the eleven I paid
...
O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!
FAL
...

PRINCE
...
Why, thou nott-pated fool, thou whoreson, obscene greasy
tallow-keech,—
FAL
...
Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal green, when it was
so dark thou couldst not see thy hand? come, tell us your reason: what sayest
thou to this?
POINTZ
...

FAL
...
Give you a reason on compulsion! if
reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon
compulsion, I
...
I’ll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguine coward, this bedpresser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh,—
FAL
...
Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again: and, when thou hast tired
thyself in base comparisons, hear me speak but this:—
POINTZ
...

PRINCE
...
—Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down
...
What a slave art thou, to hack
thy sword as thou hast done, and then say it was in fight! What trick, what
device, what starting-hole canst thou now find out to hide thee from this open
and apparent shame?
POINTZ
...
By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye
...
Instinct is a great matter; I was now a coward
on instinct
...
But, by the Lord, lads, I am glad you
have the money
...
] Hostess, clap-to the doors: watch tonight, pray to-morrow
...
Content; and the argument shall be thy running away
...
Ah, no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!
[Enter the Hostess
...
O Jesu, my lord the Prince,—
PRINCE
...
Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the Court at door would speak
with you: he says he comes from your father
...
Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and send him back
again to my mother
...
What manner of man is he?
HOST
...

FAL
...
Pr’ythee, do, Jack
...
Faith, and I’ll send him packing
...
]
PRINCE
...
Faith, I ran when I saw others run
...
Tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff’s sword so hack’d?
PETO
...

BARD
...
I
did that I did not this seven year before; I blush’d to hear his monstrous devices
...
O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years ago, and wert taken
with the manner, and ever since thou hast blush’d extempore
...
My lord, do you see these meteors? do you behold these exhalations?
PRINCE
...

BARD
...
Hot livers and cold purses
...
Choler, my lord, if rightly taken
...
No, if rightly taken, halter
...
—
[Enter Falstaff
...
My own knee! when I was about thy years, Hal, I was not an eagle’s talon
in the waist; I could have crept into any alderman’s thumb-ring: a plague of
sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder
...
That same mad fellow of the North, Percy; and he of Wales, that gave
Amaimon the bastinado, and swore the Devil his true liegeman upon the cross of
a Welsh hook,—what a plague call you him?
POINTZ
...

FAL
...
He that rides at high speed and with his pistol kills a sparrow flying
...
You have hit it
...
So did he never the sparrow
...
Well, that rascal hath good metal in him; he will not run
...
Why, what a rascal art thou, then, to praise him so for running!
FAL
...

PRINCE
...


FAL
...
Well, he is there too, and one Mordake, and a
thousand blue-caps more: Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father’s beard is
turn’d white with the news: you may buy land now as cheap as stinking
mackerel
...
Not a whit, i’faith; I lack some of thy instinct
...
Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morrow when thou comest to thy father
...

PRINCE
...

FAL
...

PRINCE
...

FAL
...
— Give me a cup of sack, to make my eyes look red, that it may be
thought I have wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it in King
Cambyses’ vein
...
Well, here is my leg
...
And here is my speech
...

HOST
...
Weep not, sweet Queen; for trickling tears are vain
...
O, the Father, how he holds his countenance!
FAL
...



HOST
...
Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle-brain
...
That thou art my son, I have partly thy
mother’s word, partly my own opinion; but chiefly a villainous trick of thine eye,
and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me
...
Shall the son of England prove a thief, and take purses? a question to
be ask’d
...
And yet there is a virtuous man whom I have often noted in thy
company, but I know not his name
...
What manner of man, an it like your Majesty?
FAL
...
If,
then, the tree may be known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then,
peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that Falstaff: him keep with, the rest
banish
...
Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me, and I’ll play my
father
...
Depose me! if thou dost it half so gravely, so majestically, both in word
and matter, hang me up by the heels for a rabbit-sucker or a poulter’s hare
...
Well, here I am set
...
And here I stand
...


PRINCE
...
My noble lord, from Eastcheap
...
The complaints I hear of thee are grievous
...
‘Sblood, my lord, they are false
...

PRINCE
...
Thou art
violently carried away from grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in the likeness of
an old fat man,—a tun of man is thy companion
...
I would your Grace would take me with you: whom means your Grace?
PRINCE
...

FAL
...

PRINCE
...

FAL
...
That he is old,—(the more the pity,—his white hairs do witness it
...
No, my good lord: banish Peto, banish
Bardolph, banish Pointz; but, for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true
Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being, as he is,
old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry’s company, banish not him thy
Harry’s company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the world
...
I do, I will
...
]
[Exeunt Hostess, Francis, and Bardolph
...
]
BARD
...

FAL
...

[Re-enter the Hostess, hastily
...
O Jesu, my lord, my lord,—
PRINCE
...
The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they are come to search the
house
...
Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of gold a counterfeit: thou art
essentially mad without seeming so
...
And thou a natural coward, without instinct
...
I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff, so; if not, let him enter: if I
become not a cart as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up! I hope I
shall as soon be strangled with a halter as another
...
Go, hide thee behind the arras:—the rest walk, up above
...


FAL
...

PRINCE
...
—
[Exeunt all but the Prince and Pointz
...
]
Now, master sheriff, what’s your will with me?
SHER
...
A hue-and-cry Hath followed certain men unto
this house
...
What men?
SHER
...

CAR
...

PRINCE
...
And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee, That I will, by tomorrow dinner-time, Send him to answer thee, or any man, For any thing he
shall be charged withal: And so, let me entreat you leave the house
...
I will, my lord
...

PRINCE
...

SHER
...

PRINCE
...
Indeed, my lord, I think’t be two o’clock
...
]
PRINCE
...
Go, call him forth
...
Falstaff!—fast asleep behind the arras, and snorting like a horse
...
Hark, how hard he fetches breath
...

[Pointz searches
...
Nothing but papers, my lord
...
Let’s see what they be: read them
...
[reads] Item, A capon, … … … 2s
...
Item, Sauce, … … … …
...

Item, Sack two gallons ,… 5s
...
Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s
...

Item, Bread, … … … …
...

PRINCE
...
I’ll to the Court in the morning
...
I’ll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot; and I
know his death will be a march of twelve-score
...
Be with me betimes in the morning; and so, good morrow,
Pointz
...
Good morrow, good my lord
...
]

ACT III
...
Bangor
...

[Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Mortimer, and Glendower
...
These promises are fair, the parties sure, And our induction full of
prosperous hope
...
Lord Mortimer,—and cousin Glendower,—Will you sit down?— And
uncle Worcester,—A plague upon it! I have forgot the map
...
No, here it is
...

HOT
...


GLEND
...

HOT
...

GLEND
...

HOT
...

GLEND
...

HOT
...
Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions; oft the
teeming Earth Is with a kind of colic pinch’d and vex’d By the imprisoning of
unruly wind Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving, Shakes the old
beldam Earth, and topples down Steeples and moss-grown towers
...

GLEND
...
Give me leave To
tell you once again, that at my birth The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes;
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds Were strangely clamorous to
the frighted fields
...
Where is he
living,—clipp’d in with the sea That chides the banks of England, Scotland,
Wales,— Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me? And bring him out that is
but woman’s son Can trace me in the tedious ways of art, And hold me pace in
deep experiments
...
I think there is no man speaks better Welsh
...

MORT
...

GLEND
...


HOT
...
Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command the Devil
...
And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the Devil By telling truth: tell truth,
and shame the Devil
...
O, while you live, tell truth, and
shame the Devil!
MORT
...

GLEND
...

HOT
...
Come, here’s the map: shall we divide our right According to our
threefold order ta’en?
MORT
...
England,
from Trent and Severn hitherto, By south and east is to my part assign’d: All
westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore, And all the fertile land within that
bound, To Owen Glendower:—and, dear coz, to you The remnant northward,
lying off from Trent
...
My father
Glendower is not ready yet, Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days:—
[To Glend
...

GLEND
...

HOT
...
See how this river comes me cranking in, And cuts me from the best of
all my land A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out
...

GLEND
...

MORT
...

WOR
...

HOT
...

GLEND
...

HOT
...
No, nor you shall not
...
Who shall say me nay?
GLEND
...

HOT
...

GLEND
...

HOT
...

GLEND
...


HOT
...
Are
the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? GLEND
...

[Exit
...
Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father!
HOT
...
I tell you what, He held me last night at the least nine hours In reckoning
up the several devils’ names That were his lacqueys: I cried hum, and well, But
mark’d him not a word
...

MORT
...
Shall I tell you, cousin? He holds your temper in a
high respect, And curbs himself even of his natural scope When you do cross his
humour; faith, he does: I warrant you, that man is not alive Might so have
tempted him as you have done, Without the taste of danger and reproof: But do
not use it oft, let me entreat you
...
In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blunt; And since your coming hither
have done enough To put him quite beside his patience
...

HOT
...

[Re-enter Glendower, with Lady Mortimer and Lady Percy
...
This is the deadly spite that angers me, My wife can speak no English, I
no Welsh
...
My daughter weeps: she will not part with you; She’ll be a soldier too,
she’ll to the wars
...
Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy Shall follow in your
conduct speedily
...
]
GLEND
...

[Lady Mortimer speaks to Mortimer in Welsh
...
I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh Which thou pour’st down from
these swelling heavens I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, In such a parley
should I answer thee
...
]
I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that’s a feeling disputation: But I
will never be a truant, love, Till I have learn’d thy language; for thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn’d, Sung by a fair queen in a
Summer’s bower, With ravishing division, to her lute
...
Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad
...
]
MORT
...
She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down, And rest your gentle
head upon her lap, And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, And on your
eyelids crown the god of sleep, Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness;
Making such difference betwixt wake and sleep, As is the difference betwixt day
and night, The hour before the heavenly-harness’d team Begins his golden
progress in the East
...
With all my heart I’ll sit and hear her sing: By that time will our book, I
think, be drawn
...
Do so: An those musicians that shall play to you Hang in the air a
thousand leagues from hence, And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend
...
Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come, quick, quick, that I may
lay my head in thy lap
...
Go, ye giddy goose
...
]
HOT
...
By’r Lady, he’s a good musician
...
Then should you be nothing but musical; for you are altogether
governed by humours
...

HOT
...

LADY P
...
No
...
Then be still
...
Neither; ‘tis a woman’s fault
...
Now God help thee!
HOT
...

[A Welsh song by Lady Mortimer
...

LADY P
...


HOT
...

Not mine, in good sooth; and, As true as I live; and, As God shall mend me; and,
As sure as day; And givest such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, As if thou ne’er
walk’dst further than Finsbury
...
Come, sing
...
I will not sing
...
‘Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be redbreast-teacher
...

[Exit
...
Come, come, Lord Mortimer; you are as slow As hot Lord Percy is on
fire to go
...

MORT
...

[Exeunt
...
London
...

[Enter King Henry, Prince Henry, and Lords
...
Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and I Must have some private
conference: but be near at hand, For we shall presently have need of you
...
]


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 He’ll breed revengement and a
scourge for me; But thou dost, in thy passages of life, Make me believe that thou
art only mark’d For the hot vengeance and the rod of Heaven To punish my
mistreadings
...
So please your Majesty, I would I could Quit all offences with as clear
excuse As well as I am doubtless I can purge Myself of many I am charged
withal: Yet such extenuation let me beg, As, in reproof of many tales devised By
smiling pick-thanks and base news-mongers,— Which oft the ear of greatness
needs must hear,— I may, for some things true, wherein my youth Hath faulty
wander’d and irregular, Find pardon on my true submission
...
God pardon thee! Yet let me wonder, Harry, At thy affections, which do
hold a wing Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors
...
Had I so lavish of my presence been, So common-hackney’d
in the eyes of men, So stale and cheap to vulgar company, Opinion, that did help
me to the crown, Had still kept loyal to possession, And left me in reputeless
banishment,
A fellow of no mark nor likelihood
...
Thus did I keep my person fresh and new; My
presence, like a robe pontifical, Ne’er seen but wonder’d at: and so my state,
Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast, And won by rareness such
solemnity
...
So, when he had
occasion to be seen, He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Heard, not regarded;
seen, but with such eyes As, sick and blunted with community, Afford no
extraordinary gaze, Such as is bent on sun-like majesty When it shines seldom in
admiring eyes; But rather drowsed, and hung their eyelids down, Slept in his
face, and render’d such aspect As cloudy men use to their adversaries, Being
with his presence glutted, gorged, and full
...

PRINCE
...

KING
...
Now, by
my sceptre, and my soul to boot, He hath more worthy interest to the state Than
thou, the shadow of succession; For, of no right, nor colour like to right, He doth
fill fields with harness in the realm, Turns head against the lion’s armed jaws;
And, being no more in debt to years than thou, Leads ancient lords and reverend
bishops on To bloody battles and to bruising arms
...
And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland, Th’
Archbishop’s Grace of York, Douglas, and Mortimer Capitulate against us, and
are up
...

PRINCE
...
For every honour sitting on his helm, Would they were
multitudes, and on my head My shames redoubled! for the time will come, That
I shall make this northern youth exchange His glorious deeds for my indignities
...

This, in the name of God, I promise here: The which if I perform, and do
survive, I do beseech your Majesty, may salve The long-grown wounds of my
intemperance: If not, the end of life cancels all bands; And I will die a hundred
thousand deaths Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow
...
A hundred thousand rebels die in this
...
—
[Enter Sir Walter Blunt
...

BLUNT
...
Lord Mortimer of Scotland
hath sent word That Douglas and the English rebels met
Th’ eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury: A mighty and a fearful head they are,
If promises be kept on every hand, As ever offer’d foul play in a State
...
The Earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day; With him my son, Lord John
of Lancaster; For this advertisement is five days old
...
Our hands are full of business: let’s away; Advantage
feeds him fat, while men delay
...
]


Scene III
...
A Room in the Boar’s-Head Tavern
...
]
FAL
...
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
...

BARD
...

FAL
...
I was as virtuously
given as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not above
seven times a week; 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
...
Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you must needs be out of all compass,
—out of all reasonable compass, Sir John
...
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
...
Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm
...
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
...
When thou rann’st
up Gad’s-hill 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
...
I have maintain’d that
salamander of yours with fire any time this two-and-thirty years; God reward me
for it!
BARD
...
God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burn’d
...
]
How now, Dame Partlet the hen! have you enquir’d yet who pick’d my pocket?
HOST
...

FAL
...
Go to, you are a woman, go
...
Who, I? no; I defy thee: God’s light, I was never call’d so in mine own
house before
...
Go to, I know you well enough
...
No, Sir John; you do not know me, Sir John
...

FAL
...

HOST
...
You owe
money here besides, Sir John, for your diet and by-drinkings, and money lent
you, four-and-twenty pound
...
He had his part of it; let him pay
...
He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing
...
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
...

HOST
...
How! the Prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup: ‘sblood, an he were here, I would
cudgel him like a dog, if he would say so
...
Falstaff meets them, playing on his
truncheon like a fife
...
Yea, two-and-two, Newgate-fashion
...
My lord, I pray you, hear me
...
What say’st thou, Mistress Quickly? How doth thy husband? I love
him well; he is an honest man
...
Good my lord, hear me
...
Pr’ythee, let her alone, and list to me
...
What say’st thou, Jack?
FAL
...

PRINCE
...
Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds of forty pound a-piece and
a seal-ring of my grandfather’s
...
A trifle, some eight-penny matter
...
So I told him, my lord; and I said I heard your Grace say so; and, my
lord, he speaks most vilely of you, like a foul-mouth’d man as he is; and said he

would cudgel you
...
What! he did not?
HOST
...

FAL
...
Go, you thing, go
...
Say, what thing? what thing? I am an honest man’s wife: and, setting thy
knighthood aside, thou art a knave to call me so
...
Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say otherwise
...
Say, what beast, thou knave, thou?
FAL
...

PRINCE
...
Why, she’s neither fish nor flesh; a man knows not where to have her
...
Thou art an unjust man in saying so; thou or any man knows where to
have me, thou knave, thou!
PRINCE
...

HOST
...

PRINCE
...

A thousand pound, Hal! a million: thy love is worth a million; thou owest me thy
love
...
Nay, my lord, he call’d you Jack, and said he would cudgel you
...
Did I, Bardolph?

BARD
...

FAL
...

PRINCE
...
Why, Hal, thou know’st, 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
...
And why not as the lion?
FAL
...

PRINCE
...
Charge an honest woman with picking thy
pocket! why, thou whoreson, impudent, emboss’d rascal, if there were anything
in thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, and one poor pennyworth of sugar-candy to
make thee long-winded,—if thy pocket were enrich’d with any other injuries but
these, I am a villain: and yet you will stand to it; you will not pocket-up wrong
...
Dost thou hear, Hal? thou know’st, in the state of innocency Adam fell;
and what should poor Jack Falstaff do in the days of villainy? Thou see’st I have
more flesh than another man; and therefore more frailty
...

It appears so by the story
...
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 see’st I am pacified
...

[Exit Hostess
...
O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to thee: the money is paid

back again
...
O, I do not like that paying back; ‘tis a double labour
...
I am good friends with my father, and may do any thing
...
Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, and do it with unwash’d
hands too
...
Do, my lord
...
I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of Foot
...
I would it had been of Horse
...
Well, God be thanked for these rebels; they offend none but the
virtuous: I laud them, I praise them
...
Bardolph,—
BARD
...
Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster,
My brother John; this to my Lord of Westmoreland
...
]
Go, Pointz, to horse, to horse; for thou and I Have thirty miles to ride yet ere
dinner-time
...
]
Meet me to-morrow, Jack, i’ the Temple-hall At two o’clock in th’ afternoon:
There shalt thou know thy charge; and there receive Money and order for their
furniture
...

[Exit
...
Rare words! brave world!—Hostess, my breakfast; come:— O, I could

wish this tavern were my drum!
[Exit
...

Scene I
...

[Enter Hotspur, Worcester, and Douglas
...
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
...

DOUG
...

HOT
...
—
[Enter a Messenger with letters
...

MESS
...

HOT
...
He cannot come, my lord; he’s grievous sick
...
Zwounds! how has he the leisure to be sick In such a justling time? Who
leads his power? Under whose government come they along?
MESS
...

WOR
...
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
...
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
...
Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our
enterprise; ‘Tis catching hither, even to our camp
...
Yet doth he give us bold
advertisement, That with our small conjunction we should on, To see how
fortune is disposed to us; For, as he writes, there is no quailing now, Because the
King is certainly possess’d Of all our purposes
...
Your father’s sickness is a maim to us
...
A perilous gash, a very limb lopp’d off:— And yet, in faith, ‘tis not; his
present want Seems more than we shall find it
...

DOUG
...

HOT
...

WOR
...
The quality and hair of our
attempt Brooks no division: it will be thought By some, that know not why he is
away, That wisdom, loyalty, and mere dislike Of our proceedings, kept the earl
from hence: And think how such an apprehension May turn the tide of fearful
faction, And breed a kind of question in our cause; For well you know we of the
offering side Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement, And stop all sight-holes,
every loop from whence The eye of reason may pry in upon us
...


HOT
...
I, rather, of his absence make this use: It lends a
lustre and more great opinion, A larger dare to our great enterprise, Than if the
earl were here; for men must think, If we, without his help, can make a head To
push against the kingdom, with his help We shall o’erturn it topsy-turvy down
...

DOUG
...

[Enter Sir Richard Vernon
...
My cousin Vernon! welcome, by my soul
...
Pray God my news be worth a welcome, lord
...

HOT
...
And further, I have learn’d The King himself in person is set forth, Or
hitherwards intended speedily, With strong and mighty preparation
...
He shall be welcome too
...
All furnish’d, all in arms; All plumed like estridges that with the wind
Bate it; like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats, like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May And gorgeous as the Sun at midsummer;
Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls
...

HOT
...
Let them come; They come like sacrifices in their trim, And to the fireeyed maid of smoky war, All hot and bleeding, will we offer them: The mailed
Mars shall on his altar sit Up to the ears in blood
...
—Come, let me taste my horse, Who is to
bear me, like a thunderbolt, Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales: Harry and
Harry shall, hot horse to horse, Meet, and ne’er part till one drop down a corse
...
There is more news: I learn’d in Worcester, as I rode along, He cannot
draw his power this fourteen days
...
That’s the worst tidings that I hear of yet
...
Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound
...
What may the King’s whole battle reach unto?
VER
...

HOT
...
Come, let us take a muster speedily: Doomsday is
near; die all, die merrily
...
Talk not of dying: I am out of fear Of death or death’s hand for this one
half-year
...
]

Scene II
...

[Enter Falstaff and Bardolph
...
Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a bottle of sack: our soldiers
shall march through; we’ll to Sutton-Co’fil’ to-night
...
Will you give me money, captain?
FAL
...

BARD
...

FAL
...
Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at the town’s end
...
I will, captain: farewell
...
]
FAL
...
I have misused
the King’s press damnably
...
I press’d me none but good
householders, yeomen’s sons; inquired me out contracted bachelors, such as had
been ask’d twice on the banns; such a commodity of warm slaves as had as lief
hear the Devil as a drum; such as fear the report of a caliver worse than a struck
fowl or a hurt wild-duck
...
A mad fellow met me on the way, and told
me I had unloaded all the gibbets, and press’d the dead bodies
...
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
...
But
that’s all one; they’ll find linen enough on every hedge
...
]
PRINCE
...
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 honour had
already been at Shrewsbury
...
Faith, Sir John, ‘tis more than time that I were there, and you too; but my
powers are there already
...


FAL
...

PRINCE
...
But tell me, Jack, whose fellows are these that come after?
FAL
...

PRINCE
...

FAL
...

WEST
...

FAL
...

PRINCE
...
But,
sirrah, make haste: Percy is already in the field
...
]
FAL
...
He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long
...
]
FAL
...

[Exit
...
The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury
...
]
HOT
...


WOR
...

DOUG
...

VER
...

HOT
...
So do we
...
His is certain, ours is doubtful
...
Good cousin, be advised; stir not to-night
...
Do not, my lord
...
You do not counsel well: You speak it out of fear and cold heart
...
Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life,— And I dare well maintain it with
my life,— If well-respected honour bid me on, I hold as little counsel with weak
fear As you, my lord, or any Scot that this day lives: Let it be seen to-morrow in
the battle Which of us fears
...
Yea, or to-night
...
Content
...
To-night, say I
...
Come, come, it may not be
...

HOT
...

WOR
...
For God’s sake, cousin, stay till
all come in
...
]
[Enter Sir Walter Blunt
...
I come with gracious offers from the King, If you vouchsafe me
hearing and respect
...
Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; and would to God You were of our
determination! Some of us love you well; and even those some Envy your great
deservings and good name, Because you are not of our quality, But stand against
us like an enemy
...
And God defend but still I should stand so, So long as out of limit and
true rule You stand against anointed majesty! But to my charge: the King hath
sent to know The nature of your griefs; and whereupon You conjure from the
breast of civil peace Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land Audacious
cruelty
...

HOT
...
My father and my uncle and myself Did give him that
same royalty he wears; And—when he was not six-and-twenty strong, Sick in
the world’s regard, wretched and low, A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home
— My father gave him welcome to the shore: And—when he heard him swear
and vow to God, He came but to be Duke of Lancaster, To sue his livery and beg
his peace, With tears of innocence and terms of zeal— My father, in kind heart
and pity moved, Swore him assistance, and performed it too
...
He presently—as greatness knows itself— Steps me a little
higher than his vow Made to my father, while his blood was poor, Upon the
naked shore at Ravenspurg; And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform Some
certain edicts and some strait decrees That lie too heavy on the commonwealth;
Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep Over his country’s wrongs; and, by this
face, This seeming brow of justice, did he win The hearts of all that he did angle

for: Proceeded further; cut me off the heads Of all the favourites, that the absent
King In deputation left behind him here When he was personal in the Irish war
...
Tut, I came not to hear this
...
Then to the point: In short time after, he deposed the King; Soon after that,
deprived him of his life; And, in the neck of that, task’d the whole State: To
make that worse, suffer’d his kinsman March (Who is, if every owner were well
placed, Indeed his king) to be engaged in Wales, There without ransom to lie
forfeited; Disgraced me in my happy victories, Sought to entrap me by
intelligence; Rated my uncle from the Council-board; In rage dismiss’d my
father from the Court; Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong; And, in
conclusion, drove us to seek out This head of safety; and withal to pry Into his
title, the which now we find Too indirect for long continuance
...
Shall I return this answer to the King?
HOT
...
Go to the King; and let there be
impawn’d Some surety for a safe return again, And in the morning early shall
my uncle Bring him our purposes: and so, farewell
...
I would you would accept of grace and love
...
And may be so we shall
...
Pray God you do
...
]

Scene IV
...
A Room in the Archbishop’s Palace
...
]
ARCH
...
If you knew How much they do import, you would make haste
...
My good lord, I guess their tenour
...
Like enough you do
...

SIR M
...

ARCH
...

SIR M
...

ARCH
...

SIR M
...

ARCH
...
I must go write again To other
friends; and so, farewell, Sir Michael
...
]

ACT V
...
The King’s Camp near Shrewsbury
...
]
KING
...

PRINCE
...

KING
...
—
[The trumpet sounds
...
]
How, now, my Lord of Worcester! ‘tis not well That you and I should meet upon
such terms As now we meet
...
What say you to’t? will you again unknit This churlish
knot of all-abhorred war, And move in that obedient orb again Where you did
give a fair and natural light; And be no more an exhaled meteor, A prodigy of
fear, and a portent Of broached mischief to the unborn times?
WOR
...

KING
...
Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it
...
Peace, chewet, peace!
WOR
...
For you my staff of office did I break In Richard’s time; and
posted day and night To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, When yet you
were in place and in account Nothing so strong and fortunate as I
...
You swore to us,— And you did swear that oath at
Doncaster,— That you did nothing purpose ‘gainst the state; Nor claim no

further than your new-fall’n right, The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster: To
this we swore our aid
...

KING
...

PRINCE
...
Tell your nephew, The Prince of Wales doth
join with all the world In praise of Henry Percy: by my hopes, This present
enterprise set off his head, I do not think a braver gentleman, More active-valiant
or more valiant-young, More daring or more bold, is now alive To grace this
latter age with noble deeds
...

KING
...
—No, good Worcester, no; We love our people well;
even those we love That are misled upon your cousin’s part; And, will they take
the offer of our grace, Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man Shall be my

friend again, and I’ll be his: So tell your cousin, and then bring me word What
he will do: but, if he will not yield, Rebuke and dread correction wait on us, And
they shall do their office
...

[Exit Worcester with Vernon
...
It will not be accepted, on my life: The Douglas and the Hotspur both
together Are confident against the world in arms
...
Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge; For, on their answer, will we
set on them: And God befriend us, as our cause is just!
[Exeunt the King, Blunt, and Prince John
...
Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and bestride me, so; ‘tis a point of
friendship
...
Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship
...

FAL
...

PRINCE
...

[Exit
...
‘Tis not due yet; I would be loth to pay Him before His day
...
Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can
honor set-to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no
...
What is honour? a word
...
A trim reckoning!—Who hath it? he that died o’ Wednesday
...
Doth be hear it? no
...

But will it not live with the living? no
...

Therefore I’ll none of it: honour is a mere scutcheon:—and so ends my
catechism
...
]


Scene II
...

[Enter Worcester and Vernon
...
O no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard, The liberal-kind offer of
the King
...
‘Twere best he did
...
Then are we all undone
...
Look how we can, or sad or merrily,
Interpretation will misquote our looks; And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
The better cherish’d, still the nearer death
...
Therefore, good
cousin, let not Harry know, In any case, the offer of the King
...
Deliver what you will, I’ll say ‘tis so
...

[Enter Hotspur and Douglas; Officers and Soldiers behind
...
My uncle is return’d: deliver up My Lord of Westmoreland
...
The King will bid you battle presently
...
Defy him by the Lord Of Westmoreland
...
Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so
...
Marry, I shall, and very willingly
...
]

WOR
...

HOT
...
I told him gently of our grievances, Of his oath-breaking; which he
mended thus, By new-forswearing that he is forsworn: He calls us rebels,
traitors; and will scourge With haughty arms this hateful name in us
...
]
DOUG
...

WOR
...

HOT
...
No, by my soul: I never in my life Did hear a challenge urged more
modestly, Unless a brother should a brother dare To gentle exercise and proof of
arms
...
There did he pause: but let me tell the world,
If he outlive the envy of this day, England did never owe so sweet a hope, So
much misconstrued in his wantonness
...
Cousin, I think thou art enamoured Upon his follies: never did I hear Of
any prince so wild o’ liberty
...
—
Arm, arm with speed: and, fellows, soldiers, friends, Better consider what you
have to do Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue, Can lift your blood up
with persuasion
...
]

MESS
...

HOT
...
— O gentlemen, the time of life is short! To spend
that shortness basely were too long, If life did ride upon a dial’s point, Still
ending at th’ arrival of an hour
...

[Enter another Messenger
...
My lord, prepare: the King comes on apace
...
I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, For I profess not talking; only
this, Let each man do his best: and here draw I A sword, whose temper I intend
to stain With the best blood that I can meet withal In the adventure of this
perilous day
...
Sound all the lofty instruments
of war, And by that music let us all embrace; For, Heaven to Earth, some of us
never shall A second time do such a courtesy
...
They embrace, and exeunt
...
Plain between the Camps
...
Alarum to the battle
...
]
BLUNT
...
Know, then, my name is Douglas, And I do haunt thee in the battle thus
Because some tell me that thou art a king
...
They tell thee true
...
The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought Thy likeness; for, instead
of thee, King Harry, This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee, Unless thou
yield thee as my prisoner
...
I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot; And thou shalt find a king
that will revenge Lord Stafford’s death
...
Enter Hotspur
...
O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus, I never had triumphed
o’er a Scot
...
All’s done, all’s won; here breathless lies the King
...
Where?
DOUG
...

HOT
...

DOUG
...
The King hath many marching in his coats
...
Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats; I’ll murder all his wardrobe
piece by piece, Until I meet the King
...
Up, and away! Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day
...
]
[Alarums
...
]
FAL
...
—Soft! who are you? Sir Walter Blunt: there’s honour
for you! here’s no vanity! I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep
lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels
...
But who comes
here?
[Enter Prince Henry
...
What, stand’st thou idle here? lend me thy sword: Many a nobleman
lies stark and stiff Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are yet
unrevenged: I pr’ythee, Lend me thy sword
...
O Hal, I pr’ythee give me leave to breathe awhile
...
I have paid Percy, I have made him
sure
...
He is indeed; and living to kill thee
...

FAL
...

PRINCE
...
Ay, Hal
...

[The Prince draws out a bottle of sack
...
]
FAL
...
If he do come in my way, so; if he
do not, if I come in his willingly, let him make a carbonado of me
...

[Exit
...
Another Part of the Field
...
Excursions
...
]
KING
...
— Lord John
of Lancaster, go you unto him
...
Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too
...
I do beseech your Majesty, make up, Lest your retirement do amaze
your friends
...
I will do so
...

WEST
...

PRINCE
...
We breathe too long:—come, cousin Westmoreland, Our duty this way
lies; for God’s sake, come
...
]
PRINCE
...

KING
...

PRINCE
...
]
[Alarums
...
]
DOUG
...
—What art thou, That counterfeit’st the person
of a king?
KING
...
I have two boys Seek Percy and
thyself about the field: But, seeing thou fall’st on me so luckily, I will assay thee;
so, defend thyself
...
I fear thou art another counterfeit; And yet, in faith, thou bear’st thee
like a king: But mine I’m sure thou art, whoe’er thou be, And thus I win thee
...
]
PRINCE
...
—
[They fight: Douglas flies
...

KING
...

PRINCE
...

KING
...

[Exit
...
]
HOT
...

PRINCE
...

HOT
...

PRINCE
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I am the Prince of
Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep
not their motion in one sphere; Nor can one England brook a double reign, Of
Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales
...
Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come To end the one of us; and would
to God Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!
PRINCE
...

HOT
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[They fight
...
]
FAL
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[Re-enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who falls down as if he were dead,
and exit Douglas
...
]
HOT
...
O, I could
prophesy, But that the earthy and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue: no,
Percy, thou art dust, And food for—
[Dies
...
For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart! Ill-weaved
ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit, A
kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is
room enough
...
If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so dear a show of
zeal: But let my favours hide thy mangled face; And, even in thy behalf, I’ll
thank myself For doing these fair rites of tenderness
...
]
What, old acquaintance? could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack,

farewell! I could have better spared a better man: O, I should have a heavy miss
of thee, If I were much in love with vanity! Death hath not struck so fat a deer
to-day, Though many dearer, in this bloody fray
...

[Exit
...
[Rising
...
‘Sblood, ‘twas time to counterfeit, or that
hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too
...
The
better part of valour is discretion; in the which better part I have saved my life
...
Therefore I’ll make him sure; yea, and I’ll swear I kill’d him
...
Therefore, sirrah, with a new wound in your thigh, come you along
with me
...
]
[Re-enter Prince Henry and Lancaster
...
Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh’d Thy maiden sword
...
But, soft! whom have we here? Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?
PRINCE
...
— Art
thou alive? or is it fantasy That plays upon our eyesight? I pr’ythee, speak; We
will not trust our eyes without our ears
...

FAL
...
There is Percy! [Throwing the body down
...
I look to be either earl
or duke, I can assure you
...
Why, Percy I kill’d myself, and saw thee dead
...
Didst thou?— Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!— I grant you I
was down and out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, and
fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock
...
I’ll take it upon my
death, I gave him this wound in the thigh: if the man were alive, and would deny
it, zwounds, I would make him eat a piece of my sword
...
This is the strangest tale that ever I heard
...
This is the strangest fellow, brother John
...
—
[A retreat is sounded
...
Come, brother, let’s to th’ highest of
the field, To see what friends are living, who are dead
...
]
FAL
...
He that rewards me, God reward him! If
I do grow great, I’ll grow less; for I’ll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly as
a nobleman should do
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]

Scene V
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[The trumpets sound
...
]
KING
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— Ill-spirited Worcester! did not we
send grace, Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? And wouldst thou turn our
offers contrary? Misuse the tenour of thy kinsman’s trust? Three knights upon
our party slain to-day, A noble earl, and many a creature else, Had been alive this
hour, If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne Betwixt our armies true
intelligence
...
What I have done my safety urged me to; And I embrace this fortune
patiently, Since not to be avoided it fails on me
...
Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon too: Other offenders we will
pause upon
...
]
How goes the field?
PRINCE
...
At my tent The Douglas is: and I beseech your Grace I may
dispose of him
...
With all my heart
...
Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This honourable bounty shall
belong: Go to the Douglas, and deliver him Up to his pleasure, ransomless and
free: His valour, shown upon our crests to-day, Hath taught us how to cherish
such high deeds Even in the bosom of our adversaries
...
Then this remains, that we divide our power
...
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
Meeting the check of such another day; And since this business so fair is done,
Let us not leave till all our own be won
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]

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