well inough a plague vpon it when theeues can not be true one to another They whistle Whew a plague vpon you all giue mee my horse you rogues giue me my horse and be hangd Prin. Peace ye fat guts lie downe laie thine care close to the ground and list if thou canst heare the treade of trauellers Falst. Haue you any leauers to lift me vp againe being down zbloud I le not beare mine owne flesh so farre a foote againe for all the coine in thy fathers Exchequer What a plague meane ye to colt me thus Prin. Thou liest thou art not colted thou art vncolted Falst. I preethe good prince Hal helpe me to my horse good kings sonne Prin. Out ye rogue shall I be your Ostler Falst. Hang thy selfe in thine owne heire apparant garters if I be tane I le peach for this and I haue not Ballads made on you all and sung to filthie tunes let a cuppe of sacke bee my poyson when a ieast is so forward and a foote too I hate it Enter Gadshill Gad. Stand. Falst. So I do against my will Po. O t is our setter I know his voice Bardoll what newes Bar. Case yee case yee on with your vizards there 's money of the kings comming downe the hill t is going to the Kings Exchequer Falâ—t You lie ye rougue t is going to the kings Tauerne Gad. There 's inough to make vs all Falst. To be hangd Prin. Sirs you foure shall front them in the narrowe lane Ned Poines and I wil walke lower if they scape from your encounter then they light on vs. Peto How many be there of them Gad. Some eight or ten Fal Zounds will they not rob vs Prin. What a coward sir Iohn paunch Fat In deed I am not Iohn of Gaunt your grandfather but yet no coward Hall Prin. Well we leaue that to the proofe Po. Sirrha Iacke thy horse standes behinde the hedge when thou needst him there thou shalt find him farewel stand fast Fal. Now can not I strike him if I should be hangd Prin. Ned where are our disguises Po. Here hard by stand close Fal. Now my maisters happie man bee his dole say I euerie man to his businesse Enter the trauailers Trauel Come neighbour the boy shal lead our horses down the hill wee le walke a foote a while and ease our legs Theeues Stand. Trauel Iesus blesse vs. Falst. Strike downe with them cut the villaines throates a horeson Caterpillars bacon-sed knaues they hate vs youth downe with them fleece them Tra. O we are vndone both we and ours for euer Fal. Hang ye gorbellied knaues are ye vndone no yee fatte chuffes I would your store were here on bacons on what yee knaues yong men must liue you are grand iurers are ye wee le iure ye faith Here they rob them and blind them Exeunt Enter the prince and Poynes Prin. The theeues haue bound the true men nowe coulde thou and I rob the theeues and go merilie to London it would be argument for a week laughter for a month and a good iest for euer Po. Stand close I heare them comming Enter the theeues againe Fal. Come my maisters let vs share and then to horse before day and the Prince and Poines bee not two arrant cowardes there 's no equitie stirring there 's no more valour in that Poynes then in a wilde ducke Prin. Your money As they are sharing the Prince Poâ—â—â— set vpon them they all runne away and Falstalffe after a blow or two runs away too leauing the bootie behind them Poin. Villaines Prin. Got with much ease Now merrily to horse the theeues are all scattered and possest with feare so strongly that they dare not meete each other each takes his fellow for an officer awaie good Ned Falstalffe sweates to death and laâ—ds the leane earth as he walkes along weâ—t not for laughing I should pittie him Poynes How the rogue roard Exeunt Enter Hotspur soâ—â—â— reading a letter But for mine own part my Lord I could be well contâ—â—ted to beâ— there in respeâ—t of the loue â— beare your house He could be contented why is â—ee not then in the respect of the loue he beares our house he shewes in this he loues his own barne better then he loues our house Let me see some more The purpose you vndertaâ—e is dangerous Why that 's certaine t is daungerous to take a cold to sleepe to drinke but I tell you my Lord foole out of this nettle danger we plucke this flower safetie The purpose you vndertake is dangerous the friends you have named vncertaine the time â—t sâ—lfe vnsorted and your whole plot too light for the counterpoyse of so great an opposition Say you so say you so I say vnto you againe you are a shallow cowardly hind and you lie what a lacke braine is this by the Lord our plot is a good plot as euer was laid our friends true and constant a good plot good friends and ful of expectation an excellent plot verie good friends what a frosty spirited rogue is this why my Lord of York commends the plot and the generall course of the Action Zoundes and I were nowe by this rascall I could braine him with his Ladies fanne Is there not my father my vncle and my selfe Lord Edmond Mortimer my Lord of Yorke and Owen Glendower is there not besides the Dowglas haue I not all their letters to meete me in armes by the ninth of the next month and are they not some of them set forward alreadie What a pagan rascall is this an infidell Ha you shall see now in very sinceritie of feare and cold heart will hee to the King and lay open all our proceedings O I could dâ—uide my selfe and go to buffets for mouing such a dish of skim milke with so honorable an action Hang him let him tell the king we are prepared I will set forward to night Enter his Lady How now Kate I must leaue you within these two houres Lady O my good Lord why are you thus alone For what offence haue I this fortnight bin A banisht woman from my Harries bed Tel me sweet Lord what i st that takes from thee Thy stomacke pleasure and thy goulden sleepe Why dost thou bend thine eies vpon the earth And start so often when thou â—iâ—st alone Why hast thou lost the fresh bloud in thy cheekes And giuen my treasures and my rights of thee To thicke eyde musing and curst melancholy In thy faint slumbers I by thee haue watcht And heard the murmur tales of yron wars Speake tearmes of mannage to thy bounding steed Cry courage to the field And thou hast talkt Of sallies and retyres of trenches tents Of palâ—izadoes frontiers parapets Of basilisks of canon culuerin Of prisoners ransome and of soldiors slaine And all the currents of a heddy fighâ— Thy spirit within thee hath bin so at war And thus hath so bestird thee in thy sleeepe That beads of sweat haue stood vpon thy brow
I le say t is so Here comâ— your coosen Hot. My vncle is returnd Deliuer vp my Lord of Westmerland Vncle what newes Wor. The king will bid you battell presently Doug Defie him by the Lord of Westmerland Hot. Lord Douglas go you and tell him so Doug. Marry and shal and very willingly Exit Dou. Wor. There is no seeming mercie in the king Hot. Did you beg any God forbid Wor. I tolde him gently of our greeuances Of his oath breaking which he mended thus By now forsweariâ—g that he is forsworne He cals vs rebels traitors and will scourge With haughtie armes this hatefull name in vs. Enter Douglas Doug. Arme gentlemen to armes for I haue throwne A braue defiance in king Henries teeth And Westmeâ—land that was ingag'd did beare it Which cannot chuse but bring him quickly on Wor. The Prince of Wales stept forth before the king And nephew chalengd you to single fight Hot O would the quarrel lay vpon our heads And that no man might draw short breath to day But I and Harry Monmouth tell me tell me How shewed his tasking seemd it in contempt Ver. No by my soule I neuer in my life Did heare a chalenge vrgde more modestly Vnlesse a brother should a brother dare To gentle exercise and proofe of armes He gaue you all the duties of a man Trimd vp your praises with a Princely tongue Spoke your deseruings like a Chronicle Making you euer better then his praise By still dispraising praise valued with you And which became him like a prince indeed He made a blushing citall of himselfe And chid his truant youth with such a grace As if he mastred there a double spirit Of teaching and of learning instantly There did he pause but let me tel the world If he outliue the enuie of this day England did neuer owe so sweete a hope So much misconstrued in his wantonnesse Hotsp Coâ—sen I thinke thou art enamored On his follies neuer did I heare Of any prince so wilde a libertie But be he as he will yet once ere night I will imbrace him wiâ—h a souldiours arme That he shall shrinke vnder my curtesie Arme arme with speed and fellowes soldiors friends Better consider what you haue to do Then I that haue not wel the gift of tongue Can lift your blood vp with perswasion Enter a Messenger Mes. My Lord here are letters for you Hot. I cannot read them now O Gentlemen the time of life is short To spend that shortnes basely were too long If life did ride vpon a dials point Still ending at the arriuall of an houre And if we liue we liue to tread on kings If die braue death when princes die with vs Now for our consciences the armes are faire When the intent of bearing them is iust Enter another Mes. My Lord prepare the king comes on a pace Hot. I thanke him that he cuts me from my tale For I professe not talking onely this Let each man do his best and here draw I a sword Whose temper I intend to staine With the best bloud that I can meet withall In the aduenture of this perillous day Now esperance Percy and set on Sound all the loftie instruments of war And by that Musicke let vs all embrace For heauen to earth some of vs neuer shall A second time do such a courtesie Here they embrace the trumpets sound the king enters with his power alarme to the battel then enter Douglas and sir Walter Blunt Blunt What is thy name that in battell thus thou crossest me What honour dost thou seeke vpon my head Doug. Know then my name is Douglas And I do haunt thee in the battell thus Because some tell me that thou art a king Blunt They tell thee true Doug. The Lord of Stafford deare to day hath bought Thy likenesse for in steed of thee king Harry This sword hath ended him so shall it thee Vnlesse thou yeeld thee as my prisoner Blunt I was not borne a yeelder thou proud Scot And thou shalt find a king that will reuenge Lord Staffords death They fight Douglas kils Blunt then enter Hotspur Hot O Douglas hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus I neuer had triumpht vpon a Scot. Doug. Al 's done al 's won here breathles lies the king Hot. Where Doug. Here. Hot. This Douglas no I know this face full well A gallant knight he was his name was Blunt Semblably furnisht like the king himselfe Doug. Ah foole goe with thy soule whither it goes A borrowed title hast thou bought too deare Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king Hot. The king hath many marching in his coates Doug. Now by my sword I will kill al his coates I le murder all his wardrop peece by peece Vntill I meete the king Hot. Vp and away Our souldiers stand full fairely for the day Alarme Enter Falstalffe solus Falst. Though I could scape shot-free at London I feare the shot here here 's no skoring but vpon the pate Soft who are you sir Walter Blunt there 's honour for you here 's no vanitie I am as hot as molten lead as heauie too God keepe leade out of me I need no more weight then mine owne bowels I haue led my rag of Muffins where they are pepperd there 's not three of my 150. left aliue and they are for the townes ende to beg during life but who comes here Enter the Prince Prin. What stands thou idle here lend me thy sword Many a noble man lies starke and stiffe Vnder the hoofes of vaunting enemies whose deaths are yet vnreuengd I preethe lend mee thy sword Falst. O Hal I preethe giue me leaue to breath a while Turke Gregorie neuer did such deeds in armes as I haue don this day I haue paid Percy I haue made him sure Prin. He is indeed and liuing to kill thee I preethe lend me thy sword Fal. Nay before God Hal if Percy be aliue thou gets not my sword but take my pistoll if thou wilt Prin. Giue it me what is it in the case Falst. I Hal t is hot t is hot there 's that will sacke a Citie The Prince drawes it out and finds it to be a bâ—ttle of Sacke Prin. What is it a time to iest and dally now He throwes the bottle at him Exit Falst. Well if Percy be aliue I le pierce him if hee doe come in my way so if he doe not if I come in his willingly let him make a Carbonado of me I like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath giue me life which if I can saue so if not honor comes vnlookt for and there 's an end Alarme excursions Enter the King the Prince Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland King I preethe Harry withdraw thy selfe thou bleedest too much Lord Iohn of Lancaster go you with him P. Iohn Not I my Lord vnlesse I did bleed too Prin. I beseech your maiestie make vp Least your retirement do amaze your friends King I
will do so My Lord of Westmerland lead him to his tent West Come my Lord I le lead you to your tent Prin. Lead me my Lord I do not need your helpe And God forbid a shallow scratch should driue The Prince of Wales from such a field as this Where staind nobilitie lies troden on And rebels armes triumphe in massacres Ioh. We breath too long come coosen Westmerland Our dutie this way lies For Gods sake come Prin. By God thou hast deceiu'd me Lancaster I did not thinke thee Lord of such a spirit Before I lou'd thee as a brother Iohn But now I do respect thee as my soule King I saw him hold Lord Percy at the poynt With lustier maintenance then I did looke for Of such an vngrowne warrior Prin. O this boy lends mettall to vs all Exit Doug. Another king they grow like Hydraes heads I am the Douglas fatall to all those That weare those colours on them What art thou That counterfetst the person of a King King The king himself who Douglas grieues at hart So many of his shadowes thou hast met And not the verie king I haue two boies Seeke Percy and thy selfe about the field But seeing thou falst on me so luckily I will assay thee and defend thy selfe Doug. I feare thou art another counterfet And yet in faith thou bearest thee like a king But mine I am sure thou art who ere thou be And thus I winne thee They sight the king being in danger Enter Prince of Wales Prin. Hold vp thy head vile Scot or thou art like Neuer to hold it vp againe the spirits Of Valiant Sherly Stafford Blunt are in my armes It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee Who neuer promiseth but he meanes to pay They fight Douglas fliâ—th Cheerly my Lord how fares your grace Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent And so hath Clifton I le to Clifton straight King Stay and breath a while Thou hast redeemed thy lost opinion And shewde thou makst some tender of my life In this faire rescue thou hast brought to me Prin. O God they did me too much iniury That euer said I harkned for your death If it were so I might haue let alone The insulting hand of Douglas ouer you Which would haue been as speedy in your end As al the poisonous potions in the world And sau'd the trecherous labour of your sonne King Make vp to Clifton I le to S. Nicholas Gawsey Exit Ki Enter Hotspur Hot. If I mistake not thou art Harry Monmouth Prin. Thou speakst as if I would deny my name Hot. My name is Harry Percy Pr. Why then I see a very valiant rebel of the name I am the Prince of Wales and thinke not Percy To share with me in glory any more Two stars keepe not their motion in one sphere Nor can one England brooke a double raigne Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales Hot. Now shal it Harry for the houre is come To end the one of vs and would to God Thy name in armes were now as great as mine Prin. I le make it greater ere I part from thee And al the budding honors on thy crest I le crop to make a garland for my head Hot. I can no longer brooke thy vanities They fight Enter Falstalffe Falst. Well said Hall to it Hall Nay you shall find no boyes play here I can tel you Enter Douglas he fighteth with Falstalffe he fals down as if he were dead the Prince killeth Percy Hot. Oh Harry thou hast â—obd me of my youth I better brooke the losse of brittle life Then those proud titles thou hast won of me They wound my thoughâ—s worse then thy sword my flesh But thoughts the slaues of life and life times foole And time that takes surucy of all the world Must haue a stop O I could prophecy But that the earthy and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue no Percy thou art dust And food for Pr. For wormes braue Percy Fare thee wel great hart Ill weaud ambition how much art thou shrunke When that this body did containe a spirit A kingdom for it was too small a bound But now two paces of the vilest earth Is roome inough this earth that beares the dead Beares not aliue so stout a gentleman If thou wert sensible of curtesie I should not make so deare a shew of zeale But let my fauors hide thy mangled face And euen in thy behalfe I le thanke my selfe For doing these faire rights of tendernesse Adiew and take thy praise with thee to heauen Thy ignominy sleepe with thee in the graue But not remembred in thy Epitaph He spieth Falstalffe on the ground What old acquaintance could not all this flesh Keepe in a little life poore Iacke farewell I could haue better sparde a better man O I should haue a heauy misse of thee If I were much in loue with vanitie Death hath not strooke so fat a Deere to day Though many dearer in this bloudy fray Inboweld will I see thee by and by Til then in bloud by noble Percy lie Exit Falstalâ—â—e riseth vp Fal. Inboweld if thou inbowel me to day I le giue you leaue to powder me and eate me too to morrowe Zbloud t was time to counterfet or that hot termagant Scot had paide me scot and lot too Counterfet I lie I am no counterfet to die is to bee a counterfet for he is but the counterfet of a man who hath not the life of a maÌ„ but to couÌ„terfet dying when a man therby liueth is to be no counterfet but the true perfect image of life indeed The better parte of valour is discretion in the which better part I haue saued my life Zounds I am afraid of this gunpowder Percy though he be dead how if he should counterfet too and rise by my faith I am afraid hee woulde proue the better counterfet therefore I le make him sure yea and I le sweare I kild him Why may not he rise aswell as I nothing confutes me but eies and no body sees me therefore sirrha with a new wound in your thigh come you along with me He takes vp Hotspur on his backe Enter Prince Iohn of Lancaster Prin. Come brother Iohn full brauely hast thou flesht Thy mayden sword Iohn of Lan But soft whom haue we heere Did you not tell me this fat man was dead Prin. I did I saw him dead Breathlesse and bleeding on the ground Art thou aliue Or is it fantasie that playes vpon our eiesight I preethe speake we will not trust our eies Without our eares thou art not what thou seemst Fal. No that 's certaine I am not a double man but if I bee not Iacke Falstalffe then am I a Iacke there is Percy if your father will doe me anie honour so if not let him kill the next Percie himselfe I looke to bee either Earle or Duke I can assure you Prin. Why Percy I kild my selfe and saw thee dead Falst. Didst thou Lord Lord howe this world is giuen to lying I graunt you I was downe and out of breath and so was he but we rose both at an instant and fought a long houre by Shrewesburie clocke if I may be beleeude so if not let them that should rewarde valour beare the sinne vppon their owne heads I le take it vpon my death I gaue him this wound in the thigh if the man were aliue and would denie it zounds I would make him eate a peece of my sword Iohn This is the strangest tale that euer I heard Prin. This is the strangest fellow brother Iohn Come bring your luggage nobly on your backe For my part if a lie may do thee grace I le guild it with the happiest termes I haue A retraite is sounded Prin. The Trumpet sounds retrait the day is our Come brother let vs to the highest of the field To see what friends are liuing who are dead Exeunt Fal. I le follow as they say for reward Hee that rewardes mee God reward him If I do growe great I le growe lesse for I le purge and leaue Sacke and liue cleanlie as a noble man should do Exit The Trumpets sound Enter the King Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland with Worcester and Vernon prisoners King Thus euer did rebellion find rebuke Ill spirited Worcester did not we send grace Pardon and tearmes of loue to all of you And wouldst thou turne our offers contrary Misuse the tenor of thy kinsmans trust Three knights vpon our party slaine to day A noble Earle and many a creature else Had been aliue this houre If like a Christian thou hadst truly borne Betwixt our armies true intelligence Wor. What I haue done my safety vrg'd me to And I embrace this fortune patiently Since not to be auoided it fals on me King Beare Worcester to the death and Vernon too Other Offendors we will pause vpon How goes the field Prin. The noble Scot Lord Dowglas when he saw The fortune of the day quite turnd from him The noble Percy slaine and all his men Vpon the foot of feare fled with the rest And falling from a hill he was so bruisd That the pursuers tooke him At my tent The Douglas is and I beseech your grace I may dispose of him King With all my hart Prin. Then brother Iohn of Lancaster To you this honorable bounty shal belong Go to the Douglas and deliuer him Vp to his pleasure ransomlesse and free His valours shewne vpon our Crests to daie Haue taught vs how to cherish such high deeds Euen in the bosome of our aduersaries Iohn I thanke your grace for this high curtesie Which I shall giue away immediatly King Then this remaines that we deuide our power You sonne Iohn and my coosen Westmerland Towards York shal bend you with your deâ—rest speed To meet Northumberland and the Prelate Scroope Who as we heaâ—e are busily in armes My selfe and you sonne Hatry will towards Wales To fight with Glendower and the Earle of March Rebellion in this land shall loose his sway Meeting the checke of such another day And since this businesse so faire is done Let vs not leaue till all our owne be won Exeunt FINIS