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Because some tell me that thou art a king.

P. Henry. What, is it time to jest and dallydor? Blunt. They tell thee true.


[Throws it at him, and coil Doug, The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath Ful. If Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. li be da Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry, come in my way, so : if he do not,-if I come a This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee, 5 nis, willingly, let him make a carbonado' of me. Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.

I like not such grinning honours as Sir Walter bata: Blunt. I was not horn a yielder, thou proud Scot; Give me life : which if I can save, so; if not, bo And thou shall find a king that will revenge noạr comes unlook'd for, and there's an end. [Eju. Lord Stafford's death.

Fight, Blunt is slain. Enter Hotspur. 10
Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon

Another part of the Field.
I never had triumph’d upon a Scot. [thus, Alarums. Ercursions. Enter the King, te

Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies Prince, Lord John of Lancaster, and the Earl Hot. Where?

[the king. of Westmoreland. Doug. Here.

(well: 15 K. Henry. Harry, withdraw thyself; thou Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know his face full

bleed'st too much :A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. Semblably' furnish'd like the king himself.

Lan. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! P. Henry. I beseech your majesty, make up, A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear. 20 Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king ? K. Henry. I will do so :Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats. My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to histent.

Doug. Now by my sword I will kill all his coats. West.Come, my lord, I will lead you to your teat I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, P. Henry. Lead me, my lord? I do not need Until I meet the king.

your help: Hot. Up, and away :

And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Exe. The prince of Wales from such a field as this;

Other alarums. Enter Falstaff. Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, Fal. Though I could’scape shot-free at Lon- And rebels' arms triumph in massacres ! don, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but 30 Lun. We breathe too long:-Come, cousia upon the pate.--Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter

Westmoreland, Blunt;-there's honour for you: Here's no vani. Our duty this way lies; for heaven's sake, come. ty?!-I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy

[Ereunt P. John and I'est. too: Heaven keep lead out of me! I need no P. Henry. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, more weight than my own bowels.--I have led 35, Lancaster, my raggamuffins where they are pepper'd: there's I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John; they are for the town's end, to beg during life. But now, I do respect thee as my soul. But who comes here?

K. Henry.I saw himn holdlord Percy at the point, Enter Prince Henry.

40 With lustier maintenance than I did look for P. Henry. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend Of such an ungrown warrior. me thy sword:

P. Henry. O, this boy Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff

Lends mettle to us all !

[Erit. Under the houfs of vaunting enemies,

Enter Douglas. Whose deaths are inreveng'd: lend nie thy sword. 45 Doug. Another king! they grow like Hydra's Ful.O H), pr’ythee give me leave to breathe

heads: awhile.-Turk Gregory* never did such deeds in I am the Douglas, fatal to all those arıns, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, That wear those colours on them.--What art thou, I have made him sure",

That counterfeit'st the person of a king? P. Henry. Heis, indeed; and living to kill thee. 50 K. Henry. The king himself: who, Douglas, I pr’ythee, lend me thy sword.

grieves at heart, Fúl. Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st So many of his shadows thou hast met, not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt. And not the very king. I have two boys

P. Henry. Give it me: What, is it in the case: jeek Percy, and thyself, about the field:

Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot: there's that will 55 But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily, sack a city. [The Prince druws out a bottle of sack. I will assay thee; so defend thyself.

'i. e, in resemblance, alike. A play upon shot, as it means the part of a reckoning, and a missive weapon discharged from artillery. In our author's time, the negative, in common speech, was used to design, ironically, the excess of a thing. * Meaning Gregory the Seventh, called Hildebrand. This furious fríar surmounted almost invincible obstacles to deprive the emperor of his right of investiture of bishops, which his predecesso

essors had long attempted in vain. Fox, in his History, hath made this Gregory so odious, that I don't doubt hut the good Protestants of that time were well pleased to hear him thus characterized, as uniting the attributes of their two great enemies, the Turk and Pope, in one. $ Sure has two significations--certainly disposed of, and sufe. Falstaff uses it in the former sense; the prince replies to it in the latter. • A quibble on the word sack. A carbonaco is a piece of meat cut cross-wise for the gridiron. History says, the prince was wounded in the eye by an arrow,


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Doug. I fear thou art another counterfeit; They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword
And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:
But mine, I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be, But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
And thus I win thee.

And time, that takes survey of all the world, [They fight; the King being in danger, enter : Must have a stop', 0, I could prophesy, Prince Henry.

But that the earthy and cold hand of death
P. Henry. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or Lies on my tongue:-No, Percy, thou art dust,
thou art like
And food! for-

[Dies. Never to hold it up again! The spirits

P. Henry. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee OfvaliautShirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: 10 well

, great heart!
It is the prince of Wales that threatens thee; [ll-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk !
Who never proiniseth but be means to pay.---

When that this body did contain a spirit,
[They fight; Dougluis rieth. A kingcloin for it was too small a bound;
Cheerly, my lord ; how fares your grace: But now two paces of the yilest earth
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, 15 is room enough:- This earth, that bears thee dead,
And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight. Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.

K. Henry. Stay, and breathe a-while:- If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
Thou hast reçleem'd ihy lost opinion :

I should not make so great a show of zeal:-
And shew'd, thou makest some tentler of my life, But let my favours 2 hide thy mangled face;
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. 20 And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank inyself
P. Henry. O heaven; they did me too inuch For doing these fair rights of tenderness.

Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven !
That ever said, I hearken'd for your death. Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave,
'If it were so, I might have let alone

But not remember'd in thy epitaph !
The insulting hand of Douglas over you ;


[Ile secs Falstaf on the ground.
Which would have been as speedy in your end, What! old acquaintance! could not all this tlesla
As all the poisonous potions in the world, Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewel!
And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son.

I could have better spar'd a better man.
K. Henry. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Nicho- 0, I slould have a heavy miss of thee,
las Gawsey.

[Erit. 3011 I were much in love with vanity. Enter Hotspur.

Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. Though many dearer, in this bloody fray :P. Henry. Thou speak’st as if I would deny my Imbowell'd will I see thee by and by;

'Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. [Erit. Hot. My name is Harry Percy.


Falstaff, rising slowly.
P.Henry. Why, then I see

Fal. Imbowell'd! if thou imbowel me to-day,
A very valiant rebel of that name.

Ull give you leave to powder me', and eat me I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, too, 10-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterTo share with me in glory any more:

keit, or that bot termagant Scot liad paid me scot Two stars keep not iheir inotion in one sphere; 10 and lot too. Counterteit! I lie, I am no counterNor can one England brook a double reign, teit: To die, is to be a counterfeit ; for be is but Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales. the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of

Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the bour is come a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a man To end the one of us; And would to heaven, thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true Thy name in arins were now as great as mine! 45 and perfect image of life indeed. The better part P. Henry. I'll make it greater, ere I part from of valour is-discretion; in the which better part, thee;

I have sav'd my life. I am afraid of this gunpowAnd all the budding honours on thy crest der Percy, though he be dead: How if he should l'll crop, to make a garland for my head. counterfeit 100, and rise? I am afraid, he would Hlot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [Fight. 50 prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make Enter Palstart

him sure: yea, and I'll swear I kill'd him.Ful Well said, Ilal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you Why may he not rise, as well as I ? Nothing shall tine no boy's play here, I can tell you.

feonfutes ine but eyes, and nobody sees me. Enter Daugļus; le tights with Fulstalf, is ho fall, Therefore, sirrah, with a new wound in your

down as if he were dead. Percy is wounded, 55 thigh, come you along with me.
ard fulls.

[Takes Hotspur on his back. Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth: Re-enter Prince Henry, and John of Lancaster. I better brook ihe loss of brittle life,

P. Henry. Come, brother John, full bravely Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;

hast thou flesh'd ' Dr. Johnson comments on this passage thus: “Hotspur in his last moments endeavours to console himself. The glory of the prince wounds his thoughts, but thought, being dependent on life, must cease with it, and will soon be at an end. Life, on which thought depends, is itself of no great value, being the fool and sport of time; of time, which, with all its dominiou over sublunary things, must itself at last be stopped." See note', p. 461. : To powder is to salt.



Thy maiden sword.

of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of WestLun. But, soft! who have we here?

moreland,withWorcester,andVernon,prisoners. Did rou not tell me, this fat man was dead?

K.Henry. Thusever did rebellion find rebuke. Pili nry. I did; I saw himn dead, breathless III-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, and bleeding

5 Pardon, and terins of love to all of you? Upon the ground.

And would'st thou turn our offers contrary? Art thou alive? or is it fantasy

Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust ? That plays upon our eye-sight? I prythee,speak; Three knights upon our party slain to-day, We will vot trust our eyes, without our ears : A noble earl, and many a creature else, Thou art not what thou seem'st.

10 Had been alive this hour, Ful. No, that's certain ; I am not a double If, like a christian, thou hadst truly borne man: but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Betwixt our armies true intelligence. Jack. There is Percy: [throwing the body down] Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; if your father will do me any honour, so ; if not, And I embrace this fortune patiently, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be 15 Since not to be avoided it falls on me. [tion too; either earl or duke, I can assure you.

K.Henry. Bear Worcester to the death, and VetP.Henry. Why, Percy 1 killd myself, and saw Other offenders we will pause upon.thee dead.

[Ereunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. Fal. Didst thou?-Lord, lord, how this world How goes the field?

she saw is given to lying !-I grant you, I was down, and 20 P. Henry. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when out of breath ; and so was he: but we rose both The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrews- The noble Percy slain, and all his men bury clock. If I may be believ'd, so : if not, let Upon the foot of fear,-fied with the rest; them, that should reward valour, bear the sin And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis’d, upon their own heads. I'll take it upon my death, 25 That the pursuers took him. At niy tent I gave hin this wound in the thigh; if the man The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace, were alive, and would deny it, I would make him I

may dispose of him. eat a piece of my sword.

K. Henry. With all my heart.

Lan. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard. P. Henry. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to
P.Henry. This is the strangest fellow, brother 30 This honourable bounty shall belong:

Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: Up to his pleasure, ransoinless, and free:
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,

His valour, shewn upon our crests to-day,
I'll gild it with the happiest terms ì have. Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds,

[A retreat is sounded. 35 Even in the bosom of our adversaries. The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. K. Henry. Then this remains,—that we divide Come, brother, let's to the highest of the tield,

our power.To see what friends are living, who are dead. You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland,

[Ereunt. Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He 40 speed, that rewards me, heaven reward him! If I do To meet Northumberland, and the prelateScroop, grow great, l’l! grow less; for I'll purge, and leave Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. Myself,--and you, son Harry, will towards Wales,

[Erit, bearing of the body. To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March. SCE NE V.

45 Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,

Meeting the check of such another day:
Another part of the Field.

And since this business so fair is done,
The trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Prince Let us not leave 'till all our own be won. (Exeunt.





IN DU C TI O N. Enter Rumour, painted full of trngues. My well-known body to anatomize Rum.OPEN your ears; For which of you will Among my houshold? Why is kumour here? stop

I run before king Harry's victory; The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks: Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury; I, from the orient to the drooping west, 5 Hath beaten down young Hotspur and his troops Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold Quenching the flame of bold rebellion The acts commenced on this ball of earth: Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I Upon my tongues continual slanders ride; To speak so true at tirst? My office is The which in every language I pronounce, To noise abroad,—that Harry Monmouth fell Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. 10 Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword; I speak of peace, while covert enmity,

And that the king before the Douglas' rage Under the smile of safety, wounds the world: Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. And who but Rumour, who but only 1,

This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence; Between that royal field of Shrewsbury Whilst the big year, swoln with some other grief, 15 And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, And no such matter? Kumour is a pipe

Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on, Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures; And pot a man of them brings other news And of so easy and so plain a stop,

Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumour's That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, 20

tongues The still-discordant wavering multitude,

They bring sinooth comforts false, worse than true Can play upon it. But what need I thus



his sons.


PERSONS REPRESENTE D. King Henry the Fourth.

FALSTAFF, Poins, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, Henry, Prince of Wales, afterwards

Pero, und Page. King,

SHALLOW, anul Silence, Country Justices. John, Duke of Bedford,

DAVY, sertant to Shallow. HUMPHREY, Duke of Gloster,

Phang and SNARE, two Serjcants. THOMAS, Duke of Clarence,


SHADOW, SCROOP, Archbishop of York,

Recruits. Lord MOWBRAY,

FEERLE, Lord Hastings,

against the




Lady Percy. Earl of WARWICK,

Ilos'ess Quickly. Eurl of WESTMORELAND,


of the King's party. HARCOURT, Lord Chief Justice,

Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c.-SCENE, England.



Bard. Tell thou the earl,
Northumberland's Castle at Warkworth. That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here,
The Porter at the Gate; Enter Lord Bardolph. Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the or-

chard; Bard. WHO keeps the gate here, ho?is

5 Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, Port. What shall I say you are?

And he himself will answer. The transactions comprized in this History take up about nine years. The action commences with the account of Hotspur's being defeated and killed; and closes with the death of king Henry IV, and the coronation of king Henry V,



Enter Northumberland.

I'll give my barony: never talk of it. Bard. Here comes the earl.

North. Why should the gentleman, that rode North. What news, Lord Bardolph? Every

by T'ravers, minute pow

Give then such instances of loss?
Should be the father of some stratagem:

5 Bard. Who, he ?
The times are wild; contention, like a horse He was some hilding* fellow, that had stol'n
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, The horse he rode on; and, upon my life,
And bears down all before hiin.

Spoke at adventure. Look, here comes more news. Bard. Noble earl,

Enter Morton. I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. 1101 North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, North. Good, an heaven will!

Foretells the nature of a tragick volume: Bard. As good as heart can wish:

So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood The king is almost wounded to the death; Hath left a witness'd usurpation.And, in the fortune of my lord your son,

Say, Morton, did'st thou come from Shrewsbury? Prince Harry slain outright: and both the Blunt: 15 Mort. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; Kill'd by the hand of Douglas: young prince John,

Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, And Westmoreland, and Stafford, tled the field; To fright our party: And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, North. How doth my son and brother? Is prisoner to your son: O such a day,

Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek So fought, so tollow'd, and so fairly won, 20 Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Came not, 'till now, to dignify the times,

Even such a man, so faint; so spiritless, Since Cæsar's fortunes.

So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone', North. How is this deriv'd?

Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury? Ard would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd; Burd. I spake with one, my lord, that came 25 Bat Priain found the fire, ere he his tongue, from thence;

And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. A gentleman well bred, and of good name, Thiswould'st thou say,-Yourson did thus, and thus; That freely rendered me these neivs for true. Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas; North. Here comes my servant Travers, whom Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds : I sent

30 But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed, On Tuesday last to listen after news.

Thou basta sigh to blow away this praise, Burd. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; Ending with brother, son, and all are dead. And he is furnish'd with po certainties,

Morl. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: More than he haply may retail froin me.

But for my lord your son,
Enter Travers.

35 North. Why, he is dead.
North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath!

He, that but fears the thing he would not know, Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn’d me back Hath, by instinct, knowledge from other's eyes, With joyful tidings; and, being better hors’d, That, what he fear'dischanc'd. Yet speak, Morton, Out-fode ine. After him, came, spurring hard, 40 Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies; A gentleman almost forspent' with speed, And I will take it as a sweet disgrace, That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloody'dhorse: And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. lle ask'd the way to Chester; and of him

Mort. You are too great to be by me gainsaid: I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. Your spirit is too true, your fears ton certain. He told me, that rebellion had bad luck, 145 North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead. And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold: I see a strange confession in thine eye: With that, he gave his able horse the head, Thou shak'st thy head; an.I hold'st it fear?, or sin, And, bending forward, struck his armed heels To speak the truth. If he be slain, say so: Against the panting sides of his poor jade? The tongue offends not, that reports his death : Up to the rowel-head; and, starting so, 50 And he doth sin, that doth belic the dead; He seem'd in running to devour the way, Not he, which says the dead is not alive. Staving no longer question.

Yet the first bringer of unwelcome wew's
North. Ha! - Again,

Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
Saich he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? Sounds ever after as a sulien bell,
Of Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion

55 Remember'd knolling a departing friend. Had met ill luck?

Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. Bard. My loril, I'll tell you what;

Alort. I am sorry, I should force you to believe If my young lord your son have not the day, That, which I would to heaven I had not seen: Upon mine honour, for a silken point'

But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, 'To forspend' is to waste, to exhaust. ? Jade seems anciently to have signified that we now call a hackney; a beast employed in drudgery, opposed to a horse hept for show, or to be rid by its master. Poor jade here means the horse wearied with his journey. A point is a string tagged, or lace.

For hilderling, i.e. base, degenerate. 5 Mr. Steevens observes, that in the time of our poet, the title-page to an elegy, as well as every intermediate leaf, was totally blank. i. e. so far gone in toe. Fcar for danger.


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