THE Second part of Henrie the fourth continuing to his death and coronation of Henrie the fift With the humours of sir Iohn Falstaffe and swaggering Pistoll As it hath been sundrie times publikely acted by the right honourable the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants Written by William Shakespeare LONDON Printed by V. S. for Andrew Wise and William Aspley 1600. The second part of Henry the fourth continuing to his death and coronation of Henry the fift Enter Rumour painted full of Tongues OPen your eares for which of you wi'l stop The vent of hearing when lowd Rumor speaks I from the Orient to the drooping West Making the wind my poste-horse still vnfold The acts commenced on this ball of earth Vpon my tongues continuall slanders ride The which in euery language I pronounce Stuffing the eares of men with false reports I speake of peace while couert enmity â—nder the smile of safety woundes the world And who but Rumor who but onely I Make fearefull musters and prepar'd defence Whiles the bigge yeare swolne with some other griefe Is thought with child by the sterne tyrant Warre And no such matter Rumour is a pipe Blowne by surmizes Ieolousies coniectures And of so easie and so plaine a stop That the blunt monster with vncounted heads The still discordant wau'ring multitude Can play vpon it But what need I thus My wel knowne body to anothomize Among my houshold why is Rumor here I runne before King Harries victorie Who in a bloudy field by Shrewsbury Hath beaten downe yong Hot-spurre and his troopes Quenching the flame of bold rebellion Euen with the rebels bloud Put what meane I To speake so true at first my office is To noyse abroad that Harry Monmouth fell Vnder the wrath of noble Hot-spurs sword And that the King before the Douglas rage Stoopâ— his annointed head as low as death This haue I rumour'd through the peasant townes Betweene that royall field of Shrewsbury And this worme-eaten hole of ragged stone When Hot-spurs father old Northumberland Lies crafty sicke the postes come trying on And not a man of them brings other newes Than they haue learnt of me from Rumors tongues They bring smooth comforts false worse then true wrongs exit Rumours Enter the Lord Bardolfe at one doore Bard. Who keepes the gate here ho where is the Earle Porter What shall I say you are Bard. Tell thou the Earle That the Lord Bardolfe doth attend him heere Porter His Lordship is walkt forth into the orchard Please it your honor knocke but at the gate And he himselfe will answer Enter the Earle Northumberland Bard. Here comes the Earle Earle What newes Lord Bardolfe euery minute now Should be the father of some Stratagem The times are wild contention like a horse Full of high feeding madly hath broke loofe And beares downe all before him Bard. Noble Earle I bring you certaine newes from Shrewsbury Earle Good and God will Bard. As good as heart can wish The King is almost wounded to the death And in the fortune of my Lord your sonne Prince Harry slaine outright and both the Blunts Kild by the hand of Dowglas yong prince Iohn And Westmerland and Stafford fled the field And Harry Monmouthes brawne the hulke sir Iohn Is prisoner to your sonne O such a day So fought so followed and so fairely wonne Came not till now to dignifie the times Since Caesars fortunes Earle How is this deriu'd Saw you the field came you from Shrewsbury Bar. I spake with one my lord that came from thence enter Trauers A gentleman well bred and of good name That freely rendred me these newes for true Earle Here comes my seruant Trauers who I sent On tuesday last to listen after newes Bar. My lord I ouer-rode him on the way And he is furnisht with no certainties More then he haply may retale from me Earle Now Traâ—ers what good tidings comes with youâ— Trauers My lord sir Iohn Vmfreuile turnd me backe With ioyfull tidings and being better horst Out rode me after him came spurring hard A gentleman almost forespent with speede That stopt by me to breathe his bloudied horse He askt the way to Chester and of him I did demand what newes from Shrewsbury He told me that rebellion had bad lucke And that yong Harrie Percies spur was cold With that he gaue his able horse the head And bending forward strooke his armed heeles Against the panting sides of his poore iade Vp to the rowell head and starting so He seem'd in running to deuoure the way Staying no longer question Earle Haâ— againe Said he yong Harry Percies spur was cold Of Hot-spurre Cold-spurre that rebellion Had met ill lucke Bard. My lord I le tell you what If my yong Lord your sonne haue not the day Vpon mine honor for a silken point I le giue my Barony neuer talke of it Earle Why should that gentleman that rode by Trauers Giue then such instances of losse Bard. Who he He was some hilding fellow that had stolne The horse he rode on and vpon my life Spoke at a venter Looke here comes more news enter Morton Earle Yea this mans brow like to a title leafe Foretells the nature of a tragicke volume So lookes the strond whereon the imperious floud Hath left a witnest vsurpation Say Mourton didst thou come from Shrewsbury Mour. I ranne from Shrewsbury my noble lord Where hatefull death put on his vgliest maske To fright our partie Earle How doth my sonne and brother Thou tremblest and the whitenes in thy cheeke Is apter then thy tongue to tell thy arrand Euen such a man so faint so spirritlesse So dull so dead in looke so woe begon Drew Priams curtaine in the dead of night And would haue told him halfe his Troy was burnt But Priam found the fier ere he his tongue And I my Percies death ere thou reportst it This thou wouldst say Your son did thus and thus Your brother thus so fought the noble Dowglas Stopping my greedy eare with their bold deedes But in the end tâ— stop my eare indeed Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise Ending with brother sonne and all are dead Mour. Douglas is liuing and your brother yet But for my Lord your sonne Earle Why he is dead See what a ready tongue Suspition hath He that but feares the thing hee would not know Hath by instinct knowledge from others eies That what he feard is chanced yet speake Mourton Tell thou an Earle his diuination lies And I will take it as a sweete disgrace And make thee rich for doing me such wrong Mour. You are too great to be by me gainsaid Your spirite is too true your feares too certaine Earle Yet for all this say not that Percie 's dead I see a strange confession in thine eie Thou shakst thy head and holdst it feare or sinne To speake a truth if he be slaine The tongne offends not that reports his death And he doth sinne that doth belie the dead Not he
not see him Iustice What 's hee that goes there seru. Falstaâ—fe and 't please your lordship Iust. He that was in question for the rob'ry seru. He my Lord but he hath since done good seruice at Shrewsbury as heare is now going with some charge to the lord Iohn of â—ancaster Iust. What to Yorke call him backe againe seru. Sir Iohn Falstaffe Iohn Boy tell him I am deafe Boy You must speake lowder my master is deafe Iust. I am sure he is to the hearing of any thing good goe plucke him by the elbow I must speake with him seru. Sir Iohn Falst. What a yong knaue and begging is there not wars is there not employment doth not the King lacke subiects do not the rebels need souldiers though it be a shame to be on any side but one it is worse shame to beg then to be on the worst side were it worse then the name of Rebellion can tell how to make it seru. You mistake me sir. Iohn Why sir did I say you were an honest man setting my knighthood and my souldiership aside I had lied in my throat if I had said so seru. I pray you sir then set your knighthood and your soldiership aside and giue me leaue to tell you you lie in your throate if you say I am any other then an honest man Iohn I giue thee leaue to tell me so I lay aside that which growes to me if thou getst any leaue of me hang me if thou takst leaue thou wert better be hangd you hunt couÌ„ter hence auaunt seru. Sir my Lord would speake with you Iust. Siâ— Iohn Falstaffe a word with you Falst. My good Lord God giue your lordship good time of day I am glad to see your lordship abroade I heard say your lordship was sicke I hope your lordship goes abroade by aduise your lordship though not clean past your youth haue yet some smack of an aguein you some relish of the saltnes of time in you and I most humbly beseech your lordship to haue a reuerend care of your health Iustice Sir Iohn I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury sir Iohn An dt please your lorship I heare his maiesty is returnd with some discomfort from Wales Iust. I talke not of his maiesty you would not come when I sent for you Falst. And I heare moreouer his highnes is falne into this same horson a poplexi Iust. Well God mend him I pray you let me speake with you Falst. This appoplexi as I take it is a kind of lethergie and 't please your lordship a kind of sleeping in the bloud a horson tingling Iust. What tell you me of it be it as it is Falst. It hath it originall from much griefe from study and perturbation of the braine I haue read the cause of his effects in Galen it is a kind of deafenes Iust. I think you are falne into the disease for you heare noâ— what I say to you Old Very wel my lord very wel rather and 't please you it is the disease of not listning the maladie of not marking that I am troubled withall Iust. To punish you by the heeles would amend the attention of your eares and I care not if I doe become your phisitian Falst. I am as poore as Iob my lord but not so pacient your Lordship may minister the potion of imprisonment to me in respect of pouerty but how I should be your pacient to follow your prescriptions the wise may make som dramme of a scruple or indeede a scruple it selfe Iust. I sent for you when there were matters against you for your life to come speake with me Falst. As I was then aduisde by my learned counsail in the lawes of this land seruice I did not come Iust. Wel the truth is sir Iohn you liue in great infamy Falst. He that buckles himselfe in my belt cannot liue in lesse Iust. Your meanes are very slender and your waste is great Falst. I would it were otherwise I would my meanes were greater and my waste slender Iust. You haue misled the youthfull prince Falst. The yong prince hath misled me I am the felow with the great belly and he my dogge Iust. Wel I am loth to gall a new heald wound your daies seruice at Shrewsbury hath a little guilded ouer your nights exploit on Gadshill you may thanke thâ—vnquiet time for your quiet oreposting that action Falst. My lord Iust. But since all is well keepe it so wake not a sleeping wolfe Falst. To wake a wolfe is as bad as smell a fox Iust. VVhat you are as a candle the better part burnt out Falst. A wassel candle my lord al tallow if I did say of wax my growth would approue the truth Iust. There is not a white haire in your face but should haue his effect of grauity Falst. His effect of grauy grauie grauie Iust. You â—ollow the yong prince vp and downe like his ill angell Falst. Not so my lord your ill angell is light but I hope he that lookes vpon me will take me without weighing and yet in some respects I grant I cannot go I cannot tell vertue is of so little regard in these costar-mongers times that true valour is turnd â—erod Pregnancie is made a Tapster his quick wit wasted in giuing reckonings all the other giftes appertinent to man as the malice of his age shapes the one not worth a goosbery you that are old consider not the capacities of vs that are yong you doe measure the heate of our liuers with the bitternesse of your gâ—lles and we that are in the vaward of our youth I must confesse are wagges too Lo. Do you set downe your name in the scroule of youth that are written downe old with all the characters of age haue you not a moist eie a dry hand a yelow cheeke a white beard a decreasing leg an increasing belly is not your voice broken your winde short your chinne double your wit single and euery part about you blasted with antiquitie and will you yet call your selfe yong fie fie fie sir Iohn Iohn My Lorde I was borne about three of the clocke in the afternoone with a white head and something a round bellie for my voyce I haue lost it with hallowing and singing of Anthems to approoue my youth further I will not the truth is I am onely olde in iudgement and vnderstanding and hee that wil caper with me for a thousand markes let him lend me the money and haue at him for the boxe of the â—eâ—re that the Prince gaue you he gaue it like a rude Prince and you tooke it like a sensible Lord I haue checkt him for it and the yong lion repents mary not in ashes and sackcloth but in new silke and olde sacke Lord Well God send the prince a better companion Iohn God send the companion a better prince I cannot ridde my hands of him Lord Well the King hath seuerd you I heare you are going with lord Iohn
not that if we can make our peace Vpon such large termes and so absolute As our conditions shall consist vpon Our peace shall stand as firme as rockie mountaines Moub Yea but our valuation shal be such That euery slight and false deriued cause Yea euery idle nice and wanton reason Shall to the King taste of this action That were our royal faiths martires in loue We shall be winow'd with so rough a wind That euen our corne shal seeme as light as chaffe And good from bad find no partition Bâ—sh No no my lord note this the King is weary Of daintie and such picking greeuances For he hath found to end one doubt by death Reuiues two greater in the heires of life And therefore will he wipe his tables cleane And keepe no telâ— tale to his memorie That may repeate and history his losse To new remembrance for full wel he knowes He cannot so precisely weed this land As his misdoubts present occasion His foes are so enrooted with his friends That plucking to vnfix an enemy He doth vnfasten so and shake a friend So that this land like an offensiue wife That hath enragde him on to offer strokes As he is striking holdes his infant vp And hangs resolu'd correction in the arme That was vpreard to execution Hast. Besides the King hath wasted al his rods On late offendors that he now doth lacke The very instruments of chasticement So that his power like to a phanglesse lion May offer but not hold Bishop T is very true And therefore be assurde my good Lord Marshall If we do now make our attonement well Our peace wil like a broken limbe vnited Grow stronger for the breaking Mow. Be it so here is returnd my lord of Westmerland Enter Westmerland West The prince is here at hand pleaseth your Lordship To meet his grace iust distance tweene our armies Enter Prince Iohn and his armie Mow. Your grace of York in Gods name then set forward Bishop Before and greete his grace my lord we come Iohn You are well incountred here my cousen Mowbray Good day to you gentle Lord Archbishop And so to you Lord Hastings and to all My Lord of Yorke it better shewed with you When that your flocke assembled by the bell Encircled you to heare with reuerence Your exposition on the holy text That now to see you here an yron man talking Cheering a rowt of rebells with your drumme Turning the word to sword and life to death That man that sits within a monarches heart And ripens in the sun-shine of his fauor Would he abuse the countenance of the King Alacke what mischeefes might he set abroach In shadow of such greatnesse with you Lord bishop It is euen so who hath not heard it spoken How deepe you were within the bookes of God To vs the speaker in his parliament To vs th'imagine voice of God himselfe The very opener and intelligenâ—er Betweene the grace the sanctities of heauen And our dull workings O who shal beleeue But you misuse the reuerence of your place Imply the countenance and grace of heau'n As a false fauorite doth his princes name In deedes dishonorable you haue tane vp Vnder the counterfeited zeale of God The subiects of his substitute my father And both against the peace of heauen and him Haue here vpswarmd them Bishop Good my Lord of Lancaster I am not here against your fathers peace But as I told my lord of Westmerland The time misordred doth in common sense Crowd vs and crush vs to this monstrous forme To hold our safety vp I sent your grace The parcells and particulars of our griefe The which hath beene with scorne shoued from the court Whereon this Hidra sonne of warre is borne Whose dangerous eies may well be charmd asleepe With graunt of our most iust and right desires And true obedience of this madnes cured Stoope tamely to the foote of maiestie Mow If not we ready are to trie our fortunes To the last man Hast. And though we here fal downe We haue supplies to second our attempt If they miscarry theirs shal second them And so successe of mischiefe shall be borne And heire from heire shall hold his quarrell vp Whiles England shall haue generation Prince You are too shallow Hastings much too shallow To â—ound the bottome of the after times West Pleaseth your grace to answere them directly How far foâ—th you do like their articles Prince I like them all and do allow them well And sweare here by the honour of my bloud My fathers purposes haue beene mistooke And some about him haue too lauishly Wrested his meaning and authority My Lord these griefes shall be with sâ—â—â—ed redrest Vppon my soule they shal if this may please you Discharge your powers vnto their seuerall counties As we will ours and here betweene the armies Le ts drinke together friendly and embrace That all their eies may beaâ—e those tokens home Of our restored loue and amitie Bishop I take your princely word for these redresses I giue it you and will maintaine my word And therevpon I drinke vnto your grace Prince Go Captaine and deliuer to the armie This newes of peace let them haue pay and part I know it will well please them hie thee captaine Bishop To you my noble lord of Westmerland West I pledge your grace and if you knew what paines I haue bestowed to breed this present peace You would drinke freely but my loue to ye Shall shew it selfe more openly hereafter Bishop I do not doubt you â—â—st I am glad of it Health to my Lord and gentle cosin Mowbray Mow. You wish me health in very happy season For I am on the sodaine something ill Bishop Against ill chaunces men are euer mery But heauinesse fore-runnes the good euent West Therefore be mery coze since sodaine sorrow Serues to say thus some good thing comes to morow Bishop Beleeue me I am passing light in spirit Mow. So much the worse if your owne rule be true shout Prin. The word of peace is rendred heark how they showt Mow. This had bin cheerefull after victory Bishop A peace is of the nature of a conquest For then both parties nobly are subdued And neither party looser Prince Go my lord And let our army be discharged too And good my lord so please you let our traines March by vs that we may peruse the men VVe should haue coap't withall Bishop Go good Lord Hastings And ere they be dismist let them march by enter Westmerland Prince I trust Lords we shal lie to night togither Now coosin wherefore stands our army stil West The Leaders hauing charge from you to stand Wil not goe off vntil they heare you speake Prince They know their dueties enter Hastings Hastings My lord our army is disperst already Like youthfull steeres vnyoakt they take their courses East weast north south or like a schoole broke vp Each hurries toward his home and sporting place West Good tidings my lord Hastings
him not come here no by my faith I must liue among my neighbours I le no swaggerers I am in good name and same with the very best shut the doore there comes no swaggerers here I haue not liu'd al this while to haue swaggering now shut the doore I pray you Fal. Dost thou heare hostesse Host. Pray ye pacifie your selfe sir Iohn there comes no swaggerers here Fal. Dost thou heare it is mine Ancient Ho. Tilly fally sir Iohn nere tel me your ancient swaggrer comes not in my doores I was before maister Tisicke the debuty tother day as he said to me t was no longer ago than wedsday last I good faith neighbor Quickely sayes he maister Dumbe our minister was by then neighbor Quickly saies he receiue those that are ciuil for saide he you are in an ill name now a saide so I can tell whereupon For saies he you are an honest woman and well thought on therefore take heede what ghests you receiue receiue saies he no swaggering companions there comes none here you would blesse you to heare what he said no I le no swaggrers Falst. Hee s no swaggrer hostesse a tame châ—ter ysaith you may stroke him as gently as a puppy grey-hound hee le not swagger with a Barbary hen if her feathers turne backe in any shew of resistance call him vp Drawer Host. Cheter call you him I will barre no honest man my house nor no cheter but I do not loue swagering by my troth I am the worse when one saies swagger feele maisters how I shake looke you I warrant you Tâ—resh So you do hostesse Host. Doe I yea in very trueth doe I and t were an aspen leafe I cannot abide swaggrers Enter antient Pistol and Bardolfes bâ—y Pistol God saue you sir Iohn Fal. Welcome ancient Pistoll heere Pistoll I charge you with a cuppe of sacke do you discharge vpon mine hostesse Pist. I will discharge vpon her sir Iohn with two bullets Fal. she is pistoll proofe sir you shall not hardely offend her Host. Come I le drink no proofes nor no bullets I le drink no more than will do me good for no mans pleasure I. Pist. Then to you mistris Dorothy I will charge you Doro. Charge me I scorne you scuruy companion what you poore base rascally cheting lacke-linnen mate away you mouldie rogue away I am meate for your maister Pist. I know you mistris Dorothy Doro. Away you cutpurse rascall you filthy boung away by this wine I le thrust my knife in your mouldie chappes and you play the sawcie cuttle with me Away you bottle ale rascall you basket hilt stale iuggler you Since when I pray you sir Gods light with two points on your shoulder much Pist. God let me not liue but I will murther your ruffe for this sir Iohn No more Pistol I would not haue you go off here discharge your selfe of our company Pistoll Host. No good captaine Pistoll not here sweete captainâ— Doro. Captain thou abhominable damnd cheter art thou not ashamed to be called Captaine and Captaines were of my mind they would trunchion you out for taking their names vpon you before you haue earnd them you a captaine you slaue for what for teareing a poore whoores ruffe in a bawdy house hee a captaine hang him rogue he liues vpon mowldy stewd prâ—ins and dried cakes a captaine Gods light these villaines wil make the word as odious as the word occupy which was an excellent good worde before it was il sorted therefore captains had neede look tooâ—t Bard. Pray thee go downe good Ancient Falst. Hearke thee hither mistris Dol. Pist. Not I I tell thee what corporall Bardolfe I could teare her I le be reuengde of her Boâ— Pray thee go downe Pist. I le see her damnd first to Plutoes damnd lake by this haÌ„d to th' infernal deep with erebus tortures vile also holde hooke and line say I downe downe dogges downe faters haue we not Hiren here Host. Good captaine Peesell be quiet t is very late yfaith I beseeke you now aggrauate your choller Pist These be good humors indeede shal pack-horses and hollow pamperd iades of Asia which cannot goe but thirtie mile a day compare with Caesars and with Canibals and troiant Greekes nay rather damne them with King Cerbeâ—us and let the Welkin roare shall we fall foule for toies Host. By my troth captaine these are very bitter words Bard. Be gone good Ancient this will grow to a brawle anon Pist. Men like dogges giue crownes like pins haue we not Hiren here Host. A my word Captaine there 's none such here what the goodyeare do you thinke I would denie her for Gods sake be quiet Pist. Then feed and be fat my faire Calipolis come giues some sacke si fortune me tormente sperato me contento feare we brode sides no let the fiend giue fire giue me some sacke and sweet hart lie thou there come we to ful points here and are caeteraes no things Falst. Pistol I would be quiet Pist. Sweet Knight I kisse thy neaffe what we haue seene the seuen starres Dol. For Gods sake thrust him down staires I cannot indure such a fustian rascall Pist Thrust him downe staires know we not Galloway nagges Falst. Quaite him downe Bardolfe like a shoue-groat shilling nay and a doe nothing but speake nothing a shall be nothing here Bard Come get you downe staires Pist. What shall we haue incision shall we imbrew then death rocke me a sleepe abridge my dolefull daies why then let grieuons gastly gaping wounds vntwinde the sisters three come Atropose I say Host. Here 's goodly stuffe toward Falst. Giue me my rapier boy Dol I pray thee Iacke I pray thee do not drawe Fal. Get you downe staires Host. Here 's a goodly tumult I le forsweare keeping house afore I le be in these tirrits and frights so murder I warant now alas alas put vp your naked weapons put vp your naked weapons Dol. I pray thee Iack be quiet the rascal 's gone ah you horson little vliaunt villaine you Host. Are you not hurte i' th groyne me thought a made a shrewd thrust at your belly Fal. Haue you turnd him out a doores Bar. Yea sir the rascal 's drunke you haue hurt him sir i' th shoulder Fal. A rascall to braue me Dol A you sweet little rogue you alas poore ape how thou sweatst come let me wipe thy face come on you horsone chops a rogue yfaith I loue thee thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy woorth fiue of Agamemnon ten times better then the nine Worthies a villaine Fal. Ah rascally slaue I will tosse the rogue in a blanket Dol Do and thou darst for thy heart and thou dost I le canuas thee betweene a payre of sheetes Roy The musique is come sir. enter musicke Fal. Let them play play sirs sit on my knee Doll a rascall bragging slaue the rogue fled from me like quicksiluer Dol Yfaith and thou followdst him like
What 's the matter Bard. Bid mistris Tere-sheete come to my maister Host. O runne Doll runne runne good Doll come shee comes blubberd yea wil you come Doll exeunt Enter Iustice Shallow and Iustice Silens Sha. Come on come on come on giue me your hand sir giue me your hand sir an early stirrer by the Roode and how doth my good coosin Silence Si. Good morrow good coosine Shallow Sha. And how doth my coosin your bedfellow and your fairest daughter and mine my god-daughter Ellen Si. Alas a blacke woosel coosin Shallow Sha. By yea and no sir I dare say my coosin William is become a good scholler he is at Oxford stil is he not Si. Indeede sir to my cost Sha. A must then to the Innes a court shortly I was once of Clements Inne where I thinke they wil talke of mad Shallow yet Si. You were calld Lusty Shallow then coosin Sha. By the masse I was calld any thing and I would haue done any thing indeede too and roundly too there was I and little Iohn Doyt of Staffordshire and blacke George Barnes and Francis Pickebone and Will Squele a Cotsole man you had not foure such swinge bucklers in all the Innes a court againe and I may say to you wee knewe where the bona robes were and had the best of them all at commaundement then was Iacke Falstaffe now sir Iohn a boy and page to Thomas Mowbray duke of Norffolke Si. This sir Iohn coosin that comes hither anone about souldiers Sha. The same sir Iohn the very same I see him breake Skoggins head at the Court gate when a was a Cracke not thus high and the very same day did I fight with one Samson Stockefish a Fruiterer behinde Greyes Inne Iesu Iesu the mad dayes that I haue spent and to see how many of my olde acquaintance are dead Si. We shal all follow coosin Sha. Certaine t is certaine very sure very sure death as the Psalmist saith is certaine to all all shall die How a good yoke of bullockes at Samforth faire Si. By my troth I was not there Sha. Death is certaine Is old Dooble of your towne liuing yet Si. Dead sir. Sha. Iesu Iesu dead a drew a good bow and dead a shot a fine shoote Iohn a Gaunt loued him well and betted much money on his head Dead a woulde haue clapt i th clowt at twelue score and carried you a forehand shaft a fourteene and foureteene and a halfe that it would haue doone a mans heart good to see How a score of Ewes now Si. Thereafter as they bee a score of good ewes may bee worth ten pounds Sha. And is olde Dooble dead Si. Here come two of sir Iohn Falstaffes men as I thinke Enter Bardolfe and one with him Good morrow honest gentlemen Bardolfe I beseech you which is iustice Shallow Sha I am Robart Shallowe sir a poore Esquier of this Countie and one of the Kings iustices of the peace what is your good pleasure with me Bard My Captaine sir commends him to you my Captain sir Iohn Falstaffe a tall gentleman by heauen and a most gallant Leader Sha He greetes me wel sir I knew him a good backsword man how doth the good Knight may I aske how my Ladie his wife doth Bar. Sir pardon a souldiour is better accommodate theâ— with a wife Shal. It is well said infaith sir and it is well said indeed too better accomodated it is good yea indeede is it good phrases are surely and euer were very commendable accommodated it comes of accommodo very good a good phrase Bar. Pardon sir I haue heard the word Phrase call you it by this daye I knowe not the phrase but I will maintaine the word with my sword to be a souldierlike word and a word of exceeding good command by heauen accommodated that is when a man is as they say accommodated or when a man is being whereby a may be thought to be accommodated which is an excellent thing Enter Falstaffe Iust. It is very iust look here comes good sir Iohn giue me your good hand giue me your worshippes good hand by my troth you like well and beare your yeeres very well welcome good sir Iohn Falst. I am glad to see you well good master Robert Shallow master Soccard as I thinke Shal. No sir Iohn it is my cosen Scilens in commssion with me Falst. Good master Scilens it well befits you should be of the peace Scil. Your good worship is welcome Fal. Fie this is hot weather gentlemen haue you prouided me here halfe a dozen sufficient men Shal. Mary haue we sir wil you sit Fal. Let me see them I beseech you Shal. Where 's the roule where 's the roule where 's the roule let me see let me see let me see so so so so so so so yea mary sir Rafe Mouldy let them appeare as I cal let them do so let them do so let me see where is Mouldy Mouldy Here and 't please you Shal. What think you sir Iohn a good limbde felow yong strong and of good friends Fal. Is thy name Mouldie Moul. Yea and 't please you Fal. T is the more time thou wert vsde Shal. Ha ha ha most excellent yfaith things that are mouldy lacke vse very singular good infaith well said sir Iohn very well said Iohn prickes him Moul. I was prickt wel enough before and you could haue let me alone my old dame will be vndone now for one to doe her husbandrie and her drudgery you need not to haue prickt me there are other men fitter to go out then I. Fal. Go to peace Mouldy you shall go Mouldy it is time you were spent Moul. Spent Shal. Peace fellow peace stand aside know you where you are for th' other sir Iohn let me see Simon Shadow Fal. Yea mary let me haue him to sit vnder hee s like to be a cold soldiour Shal. Where 's Shadow Shad. Here sir. Fal. Shadow whose sonne art thou Shad. My mothers sonne sir. Fal. Thy mothers sonneâ— like enough and thy fathers shadow so the sonne of the female is the shadow of the male it is often so indeede but much of the fathers substance Shal. Do you like him sir Iohn Fal. Shadow wil serue for summer pricke him for we haue a number of shadowes fill vp the muster booke Shal. Thomas Wart Fal. Where 's he Wart Here sir. Fal. Is thy name Wart Wart Yea sir. Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart Shal. Shall I pricke him sir Iohn Fal. It were superfluous for apparell is built vpon his back and the whole frame stands vpon pins pâ—icke him no more Shal. Ha ha ha you can do it sir you can do it I commend you well Francis Feeble Feeble Here sir. Shal. What trade art thou Feeble Feeble A womans tailer sir. Shal. Shall I pricke him sir Fâ—l You may but if he had bin a mans tailer hee 'd a prickt you wilt thou make as manie holes in an enemies battaile as
be to forsweare thinpotations and to addict themselues to sacke How now Bardolfe Enter Barâ—olfe Bar. The army is disâ—harged all and gone Fal. Let them goe I le through Glostershire and there will I visit M. Robert Shallow Esquire I haue him already tempring betweene my finger and my thumb and shortly will I seale with him come away Enter the King Warwike Kent Thomas duke of Clarence Humphrey of Gloucester King Now lords if God doth giue successefull end To this debate that bleedeth at our doores We will our youth leade on to higher fields And draw no swords but what are sanctified Our nauie is addrest our power collected Our substitutes in absence wel inuested And euery thing lies leuell to our wish Only we want a little personal strength And pawse vs til these rebels now afoote Come vnderneath the yoke of gouernment War Both which we doubt not but your maiesty Shal soone enioy King Humphrey my sonne of Gloster where is the prince your brother Glo. I thinke hee s gone to hunt my lord at Winsor King And how accompanied Glo. I do not know my lord King Is not his brother Thomas of Clarence with him Glo. No my good lord he is in presence here Clar. What would my lord and father Kin Nothing but well to thee Thomas of Clarence How chance thou art not with the prince thy brother He loues thee and thou dost neglect him Thomas Thou hast a better place in his affection Then all thy brothers cherrish it my boy And noble offices thou maist effect Of mediation after I am dead Betweene his greatnesse and thy other brethren Therefore omit him not blunt not his loue Nor loose the good aduantage of his grace By seeming cold or carelesse of his will For he is gracious if he be obseru'de He hath a teare for pittie and a hand Open as day for meeting charitie Yet notwithstanding being incenst he is flint As humorous as winter and as sodaine As flawes congealed in the spring of day His temper therefore must be well obseru'd Chide him for faults and do it reuerently When you perceiue his bloud inclind to mirth But being moody giue him time and scope Till that his passions like a whale on ground Confound themselues with working learne this Thomas And thou shalt proue a shâ—lter to thy friends A hoope of gold to binde thy brothers in That the vnited vessell of their bloud Mingled with venome of suggestion As force perforce the age will powre it in Shall neuer leake though it doe worke as strong As Aconitum or rash gunpowder Cla. I shall obserue him with all care and loue King Why art thou not at Winsore with him Thomas Tho. He iâ— not there to day he dines in London King And how accompanied Tho. With Poâ—nes and other his continuall followers King Most subiect is the fattest soyle to weeds And he the noble image of my youth Is ouerspread with them therefore my griefe Stretches it selfe beyond the howre of death The bloud weepes from my heart when I do shape In formes imaginary th'unguyded daies And rotten times that you shall looke vpon When I am sleeping with my auncestors For when his head-strong riot hath no curbe VVhen rage and hot bloud are his counsellors VVhen meanes and lauish manners meete together Oh with what wings shal his affections she Towards fronting peril and opposde decay War My gracious Lord you looke beyond him quite The prince but studies his companions Like a strange tongue wherein to gaine the language T is needfull that the most immodest word Be lookt vpon and learnt which once attaind Your highnesse knowes comes to no further vse But to be knowne and hated so like grosse termes The prince will in the perfectnesse of time Cast off his followers and their memory Shall as a pattern or a measure liue By which his grace must mete the liues of other Turning past-euils to aduantages King T is seldome when the bee doth leaue her comb In the dead carion whoâ—s here Westmerland Enter Westmerland West Health to my soueraigne and new happinesse Added to that that I am to deliuer Prince Iohn your sonne doth kisse your graces hand Mowbray the Bishop Scroope Pastings and al Are brought to the correction of your law There is not now a rebels sword vnsheathd But Peace puts forth her oliue euery where The manner how this action hath bin borne Here at more leisure may your highnesse reade With euery course in his particular King O Westmerland thou art a summer bird VVhich euer in the haunch of winter sings The lifting up of day looke here 's more newes enter Harcoâ— Harâ— From enemies heauens keep your maiesty And when they stand against you may they fall As those that I am come to tell you of The Earle Northumberland and the Lord Bardolfe With a great power of English and of Scots Are by the shrieue of Yorkshire ouerthrowne The manner and true order of the fight This packet please it you containes at large Ki. And wherfore should these good news make me sicke Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full But wet her faire words stil in foulest termes She either giues a stomach and no foode Such are the poore in health or else a feast And takes away the stomach such are the rich That haue aboundance and enioy it not I should reioyce now at this happy newes Aud now my sight failes and my braine is giddy O me come neare me now I am much ill Hum. Comfort your maiesty Clar. O my royall father West My soueraigne Lord cheere vp your selfe look vp War Be patient princes you do know these fits Are with his highnesse very ordinary Stand from him giue him ayre hee l straight be wel Clar. No no he cannot long hold out these pangs Thâ—incessant care and labour of his mind Hath wrought the Mure that should confine it in So thin that life lookes through Hum. The people feare me for they do obserue Vnfather'd heires and lothly births of nature The seasons change their manners as the yeere Had found some moneths a sleepe and leapt them ouer Clar. The riuer hath thrice flowed no ebbe between And the old folk Times doting chronicles Say it did so a little time before That our great grandsire Edward sickt and died War Speake lower princes for the King recouers Hum. This apoplexi wil certaine be his end King I pray you take me vp and beare me hence Into some other chamber Let there be no noyse made my gentle friends Vnlesse some dull and fauourable hand Will whisper musique to my weary spirite War Call for the musique in the other roome King Set me the crowne vpon my pillow here Clar. His eie is hollow and he changes much War Lesse noyse lesse noyse Enter Harry Prince Who saw the duke of Clarence Clar. I am here brother ful of heauinesse Prince How now raine within doores and none abroad How doth the King Hum. Exceeding ill Prince
Heard he the good newes yet tell it him Hum. He altred much vpon the hearing it Prince If he be sicke with ioy hee le recouer without phisicke War Not so much noyse my Lords sweete prince speake lowe the King your father is disposde to sleepe Cla. Let vs withdraw into the other roome War Wilt please your Grace to go along with vs Prince No I wil sit and watch heere by the King Why doth the Crowne he there vpon his pillow Being so troublesome a bedfellow O polisht perturbation golden care That keepst the ports of Slumber open wide To many a watchfull night sleepe with it now Yet not so sound and halfe so deeply sweete As he whose brow with homely biggen bound Snores out the watch of night O maiestie When thou dost pinch thy bearer thou dost sit Like a rich armour worne in heate of day That scaldst with safty by his gates of breath There lies a dowlny feather which stirs not Did he suspire that light and weightlesse dowlne Perforce must moue my gracious lord my father This sleepe is sound indeede this is a sleepe That from this golden Rigoll hath diuorst So many English Kings thy deaw from me Is teares and heauy sorowes of the blood Which nature loue and filiall tendernesse Shall O deare father pay thee plenteously My due from thee is this imperiall Crowne Which as immediate from thy place and blood Deriues it selfe to me loe where it sits Which God shal guard and put the worlds whole strength Into one giant arme it shal not force This lineal honor from me this from thee Will I to mine leaue as t is left to me exit Enter Warwicke Gloucester Clarence King Warwicke Gloucester Clarence Clar. Doth the King cal War What would your Maiestie King Why did you leaue me here alone my lords Cla. We left the prince my brother here my liege who vndertooke to sit and watch by you King The prince of Wales where is he let me see him he is not here War This doore is open he is gone this way Hum. He came not through the chamber where we staide King Where is the Crowne who took it from my pillow War When we withdrew my liege we left it here King The Prince hath tane it hence go seeke him out Is he so hastie that he doth suppose my sleepe my death Finde him my lord of Warwicke chide him hither This part of his conioynes with my disease And helps to end me see sonnes what things you are How quickly nature falls into reuolt When gold becomes her obiect For this the foolish ouer-carefull fathers Haue broke their sleepe with thoughts Their braines with care their bones with industry For this they haue ingrossed and pilld vp The cankred heapes of strange atcheeued gold For this they haue beene thoughtfull to inuest Their sonnes with arts and martiall exercises When like the bee toling from euery flower Our thigh packt with waxe our mouthes with hony We bring it to the hiue and like the bees Are murdred for our paines this bitter taste Yeelds his engrossements to the ending father Now where is he that will not stay so long Till his friend sicknesse hands determind me Enter Warwickâ— War My Lord I found the prince in the next roome Washing with kindly teares his gentle cheekes VVith such a deepe demeanour in great sorrow That tyranny which neuer quaft but bloud VVould by beholding him haue washt his knife VVith gentle eie-drops hee is comming hither Enter Harry King But wherefore did he take away the crowne Eâ—ewhere he comes come hither to me Harry Depart the chamber leaue vs here alone exeunt Harry I neuer thought to heare you speake againe King Thy wish was father Harry to that thought I stay too long by thee I weary thee Dost thou so hunger for mine emptie chaire That thou wilt needes inuest thee with my honors Before thy howre be ripe O foolish youth Thou seekst the greatnesse that will ouerwhelme thee Stay but a little for my clowd of dignity Is held from falling with so weake a wind That it will quickly drop my day is dim Thou hast stolne that which after some few houres VVere thine without offence and at my death Thou hast seald vp my expectation Thy life did manifest thou lou'dst me not And thou wilt haue me die assurde of it Thou hidst a thousand daggers in thy thoughts VVhom thou hast whetted on thy stony heart To stab at halfe an hower of my life VVhat canst thou not forbeare me halfe an hower Then get thee gone and digge my graue thy selfe And bid the mery bells ring to thine eare That thou art crowned not that I am dead Let all the teares that should bedew my hearse Be drops of Balme to sanctifie thy head Only compouud me with forgotten dust Giue that which gaue thee life vnto the wormes Plucke downe my officers breake my decrees For now a time is come to mocke at Forme Harry the fift is crownd vp vanitie Downe royall state all you sage counsailers hence And to the English Court assemble now From euery region apes of idlenesse Now neighbour confines purge you of your scumme Haue you a ruffin that will sweare drinke daunce Reuell the night rob murder and commit The oldest sinnes the newest kind of waies Be happy he will trouble you no more England shal double gild his trebble gilt England shall giue him office honour might For the fift Harry from curbd licence plucks The mussel of restraint and the wild dogge Shal flesh his tooth on euery innocent O my poore kingdome sicke with ciuill blowes VVhen that my care could not withhold thy riots VVhat wilt thou do when riot is thy care O thou wilt be a wildernesse againe Peopled with woolues thy old inhabitants Prince O pardon me my liege but for my teares The moist impediments vnto my speech I had forestald this deere and deep rebuke Ere you with griefe had spoke and I had heard The course of it so far there is your crowne And he that weares the crowne immortally Long gard it yours if I affect it more Then as your honour and as your renowne Let me no more from this obedience rise VVhich my most inward true and duteous spirit Teacheth this prostrate and exterior bending God witnesse with me When I here came in And found no course of breath within your maiesty How cold it strooke my heart if I do faine O let me in my present wildnesse die And neuer liue to shew th'incredulous world The noble change that I haue purposed Comming to looke on you thinking you dead And dead almost my liege to thinke you were I spake vnto this crowne as hauing fence And thus vpbraided it the care on thee depending Hath fed vpon the body of my father Therefore thou best of gold art worse then gold Other lesse fine in karrat more precious Preseruing life in medcine potable But thou most fine most honourd most renown'd Hast eate