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KING HENRY IV.
THE FIRST PART.
The Palace in London.
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
King HENRY, Prince JOHN of LANCASTER, Earl of WESTMORELAND, Sir RICHARD VERNON, Sir WALTER BLUNT, and other Gentlemen, discovered.
K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ
Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,
West. My liege, this haste was hot in question,
K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of this broil Brake off our business for the Holy Land.
West. This, match'd with other, did, my gracious
For more uneven and unwelcome news
Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour;
And shape of likelihood, the news was told;
K. Hen. Here is a dear, a true-industrious friend,
On Holmedon's plains of prisoners, Hotspur took
A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not?
West. It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.
K. Hen. Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, and mak'st
In envy that my lord Northumberland
To his own use he keeps; and sends me word,
West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is Worcester, Malevolent to you in all aspects.
K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this; And, for this cause, a while we must neglect Our holy purpose to Jerusalem. 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. Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. [Exeunt King HENRY, Prince JOHN, Sir R. VERNON, Sir W. BLUNT, Gentlemen, and Earl of WESTMORELAND.
An Apartment belonging to the Prince of Wales.
Enter HENRY, Prince of WALES, and Sir JOHN FALSTAFF.
Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad?
P. Hen. 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. What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day? Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds; I see no reason, why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.
Fal. Indeed, you come near me now, Hal: for we, that take purses, go by the moon and seven stars; and not by Phoebus,-he, that wand ring knight so fair. And, I pray thee, sweet wag, when thou art king,—as, heaven save thy grace, (majesty, I should say; for grace thou wilt have none,)
P. Hen. What! none?
Fal. No, by my troth; not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg and butter.
P. Hen. Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly. Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us, that are squires of the night's body, be call'd 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 govern'd as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we-steal.
P. Hen. 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 govern'd as the sea is, by the moon. As, for proof, now: A purse of gold most resolutely snatch'd on Monday night, and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with swearing-lay by; and spent with crying-bring in : now, in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder; and, by and by, in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows.
Fal. By the lord, thou say'st true, lad. And is not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?
P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance?