a P. Hon. We two saw you four set on four you bound them, and were masters of their weath Mark now, how plam a tale shall put you d Then did we two set on you four: and, wi word, out-faced you from your prize, and have it; yea, and in show it you hire in the i ascr Fabtail, you carried your ga's away as mun y with as quick dexterity, and roared for mercy,our! still ran and roared, as ever I hard buncak What a slave art thon, to hack thy sword as tra hast done; and then say, it was in fi hit! Want trick, what device, what starting hole, caust thou now find out, to hide thee from this open and apparent shame ? -> thon now Poins. Come, let's hear, Jack: What trick hist Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye, as well as he that Why, hear ye, my masters; Was it for me to kill the heir apparent? Should I torn i pon the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct : the In will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a gr matter; I was a coward on instinct. I shall tonk the better of myself and thee, daing my 1. for a valiant fion, and thon for a true pupee. Bat. by the Lor, Lads, I am glad you have the my. -Hostess, clap to the ders; watch to it, pray to-morrow. - Galluts, Lids, boys, hears of 1 gold, all the tits of good fellowship coar to you! What, shall we be merry? shall we have a play extempore made ye. ZW. at brand you they portend. He enter FALSTATE. Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone Fol. My own knee? when I was about thy years, Ps. O. Glendower. Fal. Oven, Owen; the same;-and his son-inTtw, lubne and old Northumberland; and that spi-16y Sect of Scots, Douglas that ruas oberschick up a hill perpendicular. P. IF it P. Hen. Content;-and the argument sh..ll be thy rang away. Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou love st Host. My lord the prince; P. Hon. How now, my lady the hostess? what say'st then to me? Host. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at door, would speak with you: he Says he comes from your father. Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight-Shall I give him his answer" P. Hen. Prythee, do, Jack. Fxil. Fal Faith, and I'll send him packing. P. Hen. Now, sirs; by r lady, you fought fair: -so did you, Peto;-so did you, Bardolph: you are lious too, you ran away upon instinet, you will not touch the true prince; no, fy! Bard. Faith, I ran when I saw others run. P. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, How came Falstaff's sword so hacked? Peto. Why, he hacked it with his dagger; and said, he would swear truth out of England, but he would make you believe it was done in fight; and persuaded us to do the like. Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear grass, to make them bleed; and then to beshibber our garments with it, and to swear it was the blood of true men. I did that I did not this seven years before, I blushed to hear his monstrous devices, P. Hn. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since thon hast blushed extempore: Thon nadst fire and sword on thy side, and yet thou run'st away; What instinct hadst tha for it. Bard. My lord, dx you see th sp meteors' do ye nebold these exhalations? Lis id Pe, that rides at ligh speed, and with ls a sp row flying. P. I. S dd he never the sparrow. 1/ va il, that rascal hith good mettle ia lúm ; P. Hon. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to horseback, ye cuckoo' but, afoot, he win not be, e a foot. P. Hien. Yes, Jack, upon instinct. Fil. I grant yo, upon mstinct. Well, he is there too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blueCaps more: Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's beard is tund whit with the news, you may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackerel. P. Hen. Why then, tis like, if there come a hot June, and this civil buticting hold, we shall boy maidenheads as they buy hob-nails, by the huu dreds. Fal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like, we shall have good trading that way. But, tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly afeard? thou being heir apparent, could the world pick thee out tinee such enemies again, as that fiend Douglas, that spint Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thon not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill P. Hon. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy golden sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich crown, for a pitiful bald crown! Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite or of thee, no, shalt thou be moved.--Give nie a cup of sack, to ure mine eyes look red, that it may be thought I have wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it in kan, Cambyses' vein. P. Hon. Well, Lere is my leg. Fal. And here is my specele---Stand aside, co- Host. This excellent sport, i'faith. Hest. O, the father, how he holds his countequeeu, Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. Host. O rare! he doth it as like one of these harlotry players, as I ever see. Fal. Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good ticklebrain-Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but, also how thou art accompanied for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears. That thou art my So, I have partly thy mother's word partly my own but chiefly, a villainous trick of thine eye, Opinion: and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me. If then thou be son to me, here lies the point:-Why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher, and eat blackberries? a question not to be asked. Shall the son of England prove a thief, and take porses? a question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry, which thon hast often heard of, and it is known to many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth the company thou keepest: for, Harry, now I do not speak to thee in drink, but in tears; not pleasure, but in passion; not in words only, but in woes also:-And yet there is a virtuous man, whom I have often noted in thy company, but I Laow not his name. P. Hen. What manner of man, an it like your majesty? Fal. A good portly man, i'faith, and a corpulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage; and as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry, I see virtie in bis looks. 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. And tell me now, thou ughty varlet, tell me, where hast thou been this Fal. Sblood, my lord, they are false-nay, I'll tickle ve for a young prince, i'faith. P. Hen. Swearest thou, ungracions boy? henceCrth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carried away from grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in the Ekeness of a fat old man: a ton of man is thy Why dost thou converse with that tras of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, st swold parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of rk, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in his belly, that Perend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, starity in years? Wherein is he good, but to tte sick and drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, 54 to carve a capon and eat it? wherein cunning, bt is crait? wherein crafty, but in villainy? wherelumes, but in all things? wherein worthy, Lata sothing? Fa. I would, your grace would take me with von; Whom means your grace? P. Hen. That villainous abominable misleader of th. Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan. Pal My lord, the man I know. PHI know, thon dost. F But to say, I know more harm in him than in myself, were to say more than I know. That he is old, (the more the pity,) his white hairs do witness it: but that he is (saving your reverence,) a whoremaster, that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know, is damned: ifto be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord; hanish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins: 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 pot him thy Harry's company; banish plump Jack, aud banish all the world. P. Hen. I do, I will. (A knocking heard.) [Exeunt Hostess, Francis, and Bardolph. Re-enter BARDOLPH, running. Bard. O, my lord, my lord; the sheriff, with a most monstrous watch, is at the door. Fal. Out, you rogue! play out the play: I have much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff. Re-enter Hostess, hastily. Host. O Jesu, my lord, my lord!Fal. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick: What's the matter? Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they are come to search the house: Shall I let them in ? Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of gold a counterfeit thou art essentially mad, without seeming so. [instinct. P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without Fal. I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriui, 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. P. Hen. Go, hide thee belund the arras ;-the rest walk up above. Now, my masters, for a true face, and good conscience. Fal. Both which I have had: but their date is out, and therefore I'll hide me. [Exeunt all but the Prince and Poins. P. Hen. Call in the sheriff Enter Sheriff and Carrier. Now, master sheriff; what's your will with me. Car. As fat as butter. [lord: P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not here; Send him to answer thee, or any man, Poins. Falstaff! fast asleep behind the arras, and suorting like a horse. P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath: Search his pockets. (Poins searches.) What hast thou found? Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord. P. Hen. Let's see what they be read them. Item, Sauce, 4d. Item, Sack, two gallons, 54. 8d. P. Hen. O monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack :-What there is else, keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the morning: we must all to the wars, and thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot: and, I know, his death will be a march of twelve-score. The money shall be paid back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning; and so good morrow, Poins. Poins. Good morrow, good my lord. ACT III. [Exeunt. SCENB I-Bangor. A Room in the Archdeacon's House. Cater HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and GLENDOWER. Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure, And our induction, full of prosperous hope, Hot. Lord Mortimer.-aud cousin Glendower,Will you sit down And, uncle Worcester:-A plague upon it! No, here it is. Gen. Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale; and with Ho. And you in heid, as often as he hears Glend. I cannot bla ne him at my nativity, H: H. O, thu the earth shook to see the heavens Ved not en fra of your pativity. Diseased mat refer times breaks forth 1st at pride is ott the teen, ng earth Isw p, a kod ot en be i rod and vex'd By the va ̧ risen?, of or may wai Wit in her w 5. ween fear, went striving. kes the end beide e carti, udt ; es down Steryles, and moss cow, towers Aty borta. Our Grandaoce arta, advlag buns deste operature, 188 på Sanok. devil, By telling truth; Tell truth and shame the devil.If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence. O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.— Mort. Come, come, No more of this unprofitable chat. Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye, And sandy bottom'd Severn, have I sent him, Bootless home, and weather-beaten back. [too! Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name ? Glend. Come, here's the map; Shall we divide our right, According to our three-fold order ta'en? Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it A business that this night may execute,) Aud my good lord of Worcester, will set forth, My father Glendower is not ready yet. together. Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen. here, Ht. Mettanks, my mety, north from Burton In quantity equals not ne of yours. See, how tas river comes me cranking in, I... Ave the corrent in tus place damm'd up: * In a new clone, fair and every. It's all rest wited with sen a deep indent, Gen. Not wind it shall, it must; you see it And gave the tongue a helpful ornament; A virtue, that was never seen in you. Het. Marry; and I'm glad of it with all my heart; I had rather be a kitten, and cry-mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers; Or a dry wheel grate on an axle-tree; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice as much land To any well-deserving friend; Bet, in the way of bargain, mark ye me, Il cavil on the ninth part of a hair. (night: [Exit. Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven, Aad such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff As pats me from my faith. I tell you what, He held me but last night, at least nine hours, That were his lackeys: I cried, humph,-and, well, -go to, Bat mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious Worse than a smoky house:-I had rather live Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman; le strange concealments; valiant as a lion, Might so have tempted him as you have done, And do not use it oft, let me entreat you. Wor. la faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame; And since your coming hither have done enough Го opet him quite beside his patience. You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault: Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood, And that's the dearest grace it readers you,) Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain: Leseth men's hearts; and leaves behind & stain [speed! Hot. Well, I am school'd; good manners be your Here come our wives, and let us take our leave. Re-enter GLENDOWER, with the Ladies. Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me,My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. Glend. My daughter weeps; she will not part with you, She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars. Mort. Good father, tell her,-that she, and my aunt Percy. Shell follow in your conduct speedily, (Glendower speaks to his daughter in Welsh, and she answers him in the same.) (Lady M. speaks.) I understand thy kisses, and thou mine Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, [sing: Mort. With all my heart Til sit, and hear her By that time will our book, I think, be drawn. Glend. Do And those musicians, that shall play to yo, Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose. [thy lap. (Glendower speaks some Welsh words, and then the music plays.) Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands And 'tis no marvel, he's so humourous. Lady P. Then should you be nothing but musical: for you are altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh. Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish. Lady P. Wouldst thou have thy head broken; Lady P. Then be still. Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault. Lady P. Now God help thee! Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed. Lady P. What's that? Hot. Peace! she sings. (A Welsh Song, sung by Lady M.) Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. Laay P. Not mine, in good sooth. Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart, you swear like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in good sooth; and, As true as I live; and, As God shall mend me; and, As sure as day: And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, Lady P. I will not sing. Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be redbreast teacher. An the indentures be drawn. I'll away within these two hours; and so come in when [slow, you will. Exit.] Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer; you are as As hot lord Percy is on fire to go. |