Imatges de pÓgina

Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and out- To stormy passion, must perforoe decay, breath'd

[down You cast the event of war, my noble lord, To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat Andsumm’dtheaccountofchance,beforeyou said, The never-daunted Percy to the earth,

Let us make head. It was your pre-surmise, From whence with life he never inore sprung up. 5 That, in the dole of blows your son might drop: In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire

You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge Even to the dullest peasant in his camp)

More likely to fall in, than to get o'er : Being bruited once, took fire and heat away You were advis'd his tiesh was capable From the best temper'd courage in his troops: Of wounds, and scars; and that his forward spirit For from his metal was his party steeld; 10 Would lift him where most trade of danger rang’d; Which once in him abated', all the rest

Yet did you say,—Go forth; and none of this, Turi'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. Though strongly apprehended, could restrain And as the thing that's heavy in itself,

The stiff-born action: What hath then befallen,
Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed; Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth,
So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss, 15 More than that being which was like to be?
Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss,
That arrows fied not swifter toward their aim, knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas,
Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one:
Fly from the field: then was that noble Worcester And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd
Too soon ta'en prisoner: and that furious Scot, 20 Choak’d the respect of likely peril feard;
The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword, And, since we are o'erset, venture again.
Had three times slain the appearance of the king; Cuine, we will all put forth ; body, and goods.
'Gan vail his stomach', and did grace the shame Mort. 'Tis more than time: And, my most
Of those that turn'd their backs; and, in his flight,

noble lord,
Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all 25 I hear for certain, and do speak the truth,
Is,—that the king hath won; and bath sent out The gentle archbishop of York is up,
A speedy power, to encounter you, my lord, With well appointed powers; he is a man,
Under the conduct of young Lancaster,

Who with a double surety binds his followers." And Westmoreland: this is the news at full. My lord your son had only but the corps,

North. For this I shall havetime enough to mourn. 30 But shadows, and the shews of inen, to fight;
In poison there is physick; and these news For that same word, rebellion, did divide
Having been well, that would have made me sick, The action of their bodies from their souls;
Being sick, have in some measure made me well: And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd.
And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, As men drink potions; that their weapons only,
Like strengthless hinges, buckle under lite, 35 Seem'd on our side, but for their spirits and souls
Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire

This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,
Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs, As fish are in a pond: But now the bishop
Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with grief, Turns insurrection to religion:
Are thrice themselves: hence therefore, thou nice Suppos’d sincere and holy in his thoughts,

40He's follow'd both with body and with mind; A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel,

And deth enlarge his rising with the blood. Must glovethis hand and hence, thou sickly quoif; of fairking Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones: Thou art a guard too wanton for the head, Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause; Which princes, flush'd with conquest, aim to hit. Tells them, be doth bestride a bleeding lands, Now bind my brows with iron : And approach 45 Gasping for life under great Bulingbroke; The rugged'st hour that time and spight dare bring, And more and less' do tlock to follow him. To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland! North. I knew of this before ; but, to speak Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand

truth, Keep the wild flood confin'd! let order die! This present grief had wip'd it from my mind. And let this world no longer be a stage,

50 Go in with me; and coulisel every man To feed contention in a lingering act;

The aptest way for safety, and revenge: But let one spirit of the first-born Cain

Get posts, and letters, and make friends with speed: Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set Never so few, and never yet inore need. [Exe. On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,

S CE N E II. And darkness be the burier of the dead! (my lord:55

A street in London. Bard. This strained passion doth you wrong,

Enter Sir John Falstaff, with his page bearing Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your honour.

his sword and buckler. Mort. The lives of all your loving complices Ful. Sirrah, you giant! what says the doctor Lean on your health; the which, if you give o'er Ito my water?

* Quittance is return. By faint quittance is meant a fuint return of blows. ? i. e, reduced to a lower temper, or, as it is usually called, let down. 'i. e. began to fall his courage, to let his spirits sink under his fortune. *i. e. bend, yield to pressure. > The dole of blows is the distribution of blows; dole originally signifying the portion of alms (consisting either of meat or money) given away at the door of a nobleman. • That is, stands over his country to defend her as she lies bleeding on the ground. ' l. 6. greater and less.


Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good a horse in Smithfield : If I could get me bot a vije healthy water: but, for the party that owed it, he in the stews, I were manu’d, hors'd, and wird might have more diseases than he knew for.

Enter the Lord Chirf Justice,' und Siriants. Ful. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird' at Page. Sir, here comes the nobleinan that conme: The brain of this toolish-compounded clay, 5 mitted the prince for striking him about Ba:man, is not able to iuvent any thing that tends to dolph. laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: Fal. Wait close, I will not see him. I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that Ch. Just. What's be that goes there? wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee, Scrr. Falstaff, an't please your lordship. like a sow, that hath overwhelmed all her litter 10 Ch. Just. He that was in question for the rob but one. If the prince put thee into my service ery? for any other reason then to set me ott, why then i Serv. He, my lord: but he bath since done have no judgment. Thou whoreson- mandrake, good service at Shrewsbury; and, as 1 hear, is thou art titter to be worn in my cap, than to wait now going with some charge to the lord Julin of at my heels. I was never mann'd' with an agate 15 Lancaster. Prill now: but I will neither set you in gold nor Ch. Just. What, to York: Call him back silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back ag: in again. to your master, for a jewel; the juvenal, the Serr. Sir John Falstaff! prince your master, whose chin is not yet fiedg'd. Ful. Boy, tell him I am deaf. will sooner have a beard grow in the palm of my20 Page. You must speak louder, my niaster is hand, than he shall get one on his cheek; yet he deaf. will not stick to say, his face is a face-royal. Hea- Ch. Just. I am sure he is, to the bearing of any ven may finish it when he will, it is not a hair thing good. ----Go, pluck him by the elbow; I amiss yet: he may keep it still as a face-royal, for must speak with him. r barber shall never earn sixpence out of it’; and 25 Serr. Sir John, yet he will be crowing, as if he had writ man ever Fal. What! a young knave, and beg! Is there since his father was a batchelor. He may keep his not wars? is thire not employment? Doth not own grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can as. the king lack subjects? do not the rebels want sure him. -Whatsaid master Doubledou about soldiers. Though it be a shame to be on any side the sattin for my short cloak, and slops? 30 but one, it is a worse shame to beg than to be on

Prige. He said, sir, you should procure bim bet- the worst side, were it worse than the name of ter assurance than Bardolph: he would not take rebellion can tell how to make it. his bond and yours; he lik'd not the security. Serv. You mistake me, sir.

Fal. Let him be damu'd like the glutton: may Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest bis tongue be hotter !--A whoreson Achitophel ||35| man? Setting my knighthood and my soldiership a rascaliy yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentle- aside, I had lied in my throat if I had said so. nianin hand, and then stand upon security!- The Serr. I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood

horeson smooth-pates do now wear nothing but and your soldiership aside; and give me leave to high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; tell you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am and if a man is thorough with them' in honest 40 any other than an honest man. t:king up, then they must stand upon-security. I Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so! I Jay aside bacl as lief they would put rat bane in my mouth, that which grows to me! If thou get’st any leave as offer to stop it with security. I look'd he should of me, liang me; if thou tak’st leave, thou wert diave sent me two-and-twenty yards of sattin, as | better be hang'd: You hunt-counter', hence! an a true knight, and he sends me security. Well, 45 avaunt ! die may sleep in security; for he hath the horn of Serv. Sir, my lord would speak with you. abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines Ch. Just. Sir John Falstatt, a word with you. through it: and yet cannot he see, though he have Ful. My good lord !-God give your lordship bois own lanthorn to light him.- Where's good time of day. I am glad to see your lordship Bardolph?

50 abroad: I heard say your lordship was sick: I Prige. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your hope, your lordship goes alyroad by advice. Your worship a horse.

lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath ful. I bought him in Paul's®, and he'll buy mel yet some smack of age in yoa, some relish of the di. e. to gibe. > Mandrake is a root supposed to have the shape of a man.

3 That is, I never Before had an agate for my man. Our author alludes to the little figures cut in agutes and other hard stones, for seals; and therefore l'alstaff says, Iveill set you neither in gold nor silver. *i.e. the young

Mr. Steevens thinks, " this quibbling allusion is to the English real, riál, or royal; and that the poet seems to mean, that a barber can no more earn sixpence by his face-royal, than by the face stamped on the coin called a royal; the one requiring as little sharing as the other." keepa genueman in expectation. "To be thorough scems to be the same with the present phrase to be in with (in debt) a tradesman. * At that time the resort of idle people, cheats, and knights of the post. This judge was Sir William Gascoigue, chicf justice of the king's-bench. He died December, 17, 1413, and was buried in Harwood church, in Yorkshire. 10 That is, blunderer.



6 That is, to

saltness of time; and I most humbly beseech your Fal. To wake a wolf, is as bad as to smell a fox. lordship, to have a reverent care of your health. Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the bet

Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your ter part burnt out. expedition to Shrewsbury.

Fal. A wasseľ candle, my lord; all tallow: Fat. If it please your lordship, I hear his ma- 5 but it I did say of wax, my growth would approve jesty is return'd with some discomfort from Wales. the truth. Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty:


Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your face, would not come when I sent for you.

but should have his effect of gravity. Fal. And I hear inoreover, his highness is fallen

ful. His ellect of gravy, gravy, gravy. into this same whoreson apoplexy.


Ch. Just. You follow the young prince op and Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him! I pray, let dowy, like his ill angel. me speak with you.

Fal. Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light; Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will take me lethargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of without wcighing: and yet, in some respects, I sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling. 15 grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell’: Virtue is of so

Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as it is. little regard in these coster-monger times“, that

Fal. It hath its original from much grief; from true valour is turn'd bear-herd: Pregnancy is study, and pertubation of the brain: I have read made a tapster, and hath his quick wil wasted in the cause of his effects in Galen; it is a kind of giving reckonings: all the other gifts appertinent deafness.

20 to man, as the malice of this age shapes them, are Ch. Just. I think you are fallen into the disease; not worth a gooseberry. You, that are old, confor you hear not what I say to you.

sider not the capacities of us that are young; you Ful. Very well, my lord, very well: rather, measure the heat of our livers with the bitterness an't please you, it is the disease of not listening, the of your galls: and we that are in the vaward of malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal.25 our youth, I must confess, are wags too.

Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels, woulo! Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the amend the attention of your ears; and I care not scrowl of youth, that are written down old with if I do become your physician.

all the characters of age? Have you not a moist Ful. I am as poor as Job, my lord; but not so eye? a dry hand? a yellow check? a white patient: your lordship may minister the potion 0130 beard? a decreasing leg an increasing belly? Is imprisonment to me, in respect of poverty; but not your voice broken? your wind short? your bow I should be your patient to follow your pre

chin double your wit single ? and every part scriptions, the wise may make some dram of a about you blasied with antiquityø ? and will you scruple, or, indeed, a scruple itself.

yet call yourself young? Die, tie, tie, Sir Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were mat- 35|

Jobn! ters against you for your lite, to come speak with Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the

clock in the afternoon, with a white head, and Ful. As I was then advised by my learned coun- something a round belly. For my voice, I have sel in the laws of this land-service, I did not come. lost it with hallowing and singing of anthems. To

Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, Sir Jolin, you live 40 approve my youth further, I will not: the truth in great infumy.

1s, I am oniy old in judgment and understanding; Fal. Ile that buckles him in ny belt, cannot and he that will caper with me for thousand live in less.

marks, let him lend me the money, and have at Ch. Just. Your means are very slender, and your him. For the box o' the ear that the prince gave waste great.

gave it like a rude prince, and you took ful. I would it were otherwise; I would my it like a sensible lord. I have check”d him for it; means were greater, and my waist slenderer. and the young lion repents: marry, not in ashes,

Ch. Just. You have mis-led the youthful prince. and sack-cloth; but in new silk, and old sack.

Fal. The young prince hath mis-led me: I am Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a better the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog': 50 companion !

Ch. Just. Well, I am loth to gall a new-heaid túl. Heaven send the companion a better wound; your day's service at Shrew-bury hath a prince! I cannot rid iy hands of him. little gilded over your night's exploit on Gads-hill: Ch. Just. Well, the king hath sever'd you and you may thank the unquiet time for your quiet prince Harry: 1 hear, you are going with lord o'er-posting that action.

55 John of Lancaster, against the archbishop, and the Fül. My lord ?

earl of Northumberland, Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so: wake Ful. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for not a sleeping wolt.

But look you, pray,

ail you

that kiss my lady Dr. Johnson says, he does not understand this joke; that dogs lead the blind, but why does a dog lead the fat? To which Dr. Farinerrjeplies," If the fellou's great Belly prevented him from seeing his way, he would want a dog, as well as a blind man.” 2 A russel candle is a large candle lighted up at a feast. * Meaning, I cannot pass current. * That is, in these times, when the prevalence of trade has produced that meanness that rates the merit of every thing by money. A coster monger is a costard-monger, a dealer in apples, called by that name, because they are shaped lie a custard, i. e. a man's head. Pregnancy is readiness. i. e. old age.



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peace at hone, that our armies join not in a hot| Upon the power and puissance of the king. day; for, by the Lord, I take but two shirts out Hast. Our present musters grow upon the Ele with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily: To tive and twenty thousand men of choice; if it be a hot day, an I brandish any thing but my And our supplies live largely in the hope bottle, I would I might never spit white again. 5 Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns There is not a dangerous action can peep out his With an incensed fire of injuries. head, but I am thrust upon it: Well, I cannot Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, standlast ever : But it was always yet the trick of our

eth tbus ; English nation, if they have a good thing, to make Whether our present five and twenty thousand it too common. If you will needs say, I am an 10 May hold up head without Northumberland. old man, you should give me rest. I would to God,

Hast. With him, we may. ny name were not so terrible to the enemy as it Burd. Ay, marry, there's the point; is. I were better to be eaten to death with a rust, But if without him we be thought too feeble, than to be scour'd to nothing with perpetual My judgment is, we should not step too far motion.

15'Till we had his assistance by the hand: Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; And For, in a theme so bloody-fác'd as this, heaven bless your expedition !

Conjecture, expectation, and surmise Ful. Will your lordship lend me a thousand Of aids uncertain, should not be admitted. pound to furnish me forth?

York. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph; for, indeed, Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you are 20 It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury: too impatient to bear crosses'. 'Fare you well : Burd. It was, my lord; who lind himselí with Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland. [Exit.

hope, Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man bee- Eating the air on promise of supply, tle'.-A man can no more separate age and co- Flattering himself with project of a power vetousness, than he can part young limbs and le-25 Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts: chery: but the gout galls the one, and the pox And so, with great imagination, pinches the other, and so both the degrees pre- Proper to madmen, led his powers to death, vent* my curses.—Boy!

And, winking, leap'd into destruction. Page. Sir?

Hust. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt, Ful. What money is in my purse?

30 To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope. Page. Seven groats and two-pence.

Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war, Fal. I can get no remedy against this consump

Indeed of instant action : A cause on foot tion of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lin- Lives so in hope, as in an early spring gers it out, but the disease is incurable.-Go bear We see the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit, this letter to my lord of Lancaster; this to the 35 Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair, prince; this to the earl of Westmoreland; and That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build, this to old mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly We first survey the plot, then draw the model; sworn to marry since I perceiv'd the first white And when we see the figure of the house, hair on my chin: About it; you know where to Then must we rate the cost of the erection : find me. [Exit Page.] A pox of this gout! or, a 40 Which if we find outweighs ability, gout to this pox! for the one, or the other, plays What do we then, but draw anew the model the rogue with my great toe. It is no matter, if In fewer offices; or, at least, desist I do halt; I have the wars for my colour, and my To build at all! Much more in this great work, pension shall seen the more reasonable: A gooill. Which is, almost, to pluck a kingdom down, wit will make use of any thing; I will turn dis- 45 And set another up) should we survey eases to commodityø.

[Exit. The plot of situation, and the model;

Consent upon a sure foundation;
The Archbishop of York's Paluce.

Question surveyors; huow our own estate,

How able such a work to undergo,
Enter the Archbishop of York, Lord Hastings, Thomas 150 To weigh against bis opposite ; or else,
Mowbray, (Earl Marsbal) and Lord Burdolph.

We fortify in paper, and in tigures,
York. Thus have you heard our cause, and know Using the names of men instead of men:
our means;

Like one that draws the model of a house And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, Beyond his power to build it; who, half through Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes:-- 155 Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost And first, lord inarshal, what say you to it? A naked subject to the weeping clouds,

Mowb. I well allow the occasion of our arms; And waste for churlish winter's tyranny. Rut gladly would be better satisfied,

Hust. Grant, that our hopes (yet likely of fair birth) How, in our means, we should advance ourselves Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd To look with forehead bold and big enough 150 The very utmost inan of expectation :

'i. e. May I never have my stomach inflamed again with liquor; to spit white, being the consequence of inward heat. 2 A quibble was probably here intended on the word cross, which meant a coin so called, because stamped with a cross, as well as a disappointment or trouble. A beetle wielded by three muen, *i. e, anticipate my curses. i. e. profit, self-interest.

I think, I think, we are a body strong enough,

Their over-greedy love hath surfeited: Even as we are, to equal with the king.

An habitation giddy and unsure Bard. What! is the king but tive and twenty Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. thousand ?

[Bardolph. I thou fond many! with what loud applause Hast. To us, no more ; nay, not so inuch, lord 51 Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke, For his divisions, as the times do brawl,

Before he was what thou would'st have him be? Are in three heads: one power against the French, And being now trimm'd up in thine own desires, And one against Glendower; perforce, a third Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him, Must take up us: so is the unfirm king

That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. In three divided; and his coffers sound

10 So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge With hollow poverty and emptiness. [together, Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;

York. That he should draw his several strengths And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up, And come against us in full puissance,

And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these times? Need not be dreaded.

They that, when Richardliv’d, would havehimdie, Hast. If he should do so,

15 Are now become enamour'd on his grave: Heleaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head, Baying him at the heels: never fear that. [ther: When through proud London he caine sighing on

Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces hi- After the admired heels of Bolingbroke, Hast.The duke of Lancaster, and Westmoreland: Cry'st now, 0 earth, give us that king again, Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth:20 And take thou this ! 0 thoughts of men accurst! But who is substituted 'gainst the French,

Past, and to come, seem best;things present, worst. I have no certain notice.

Mowb. Shall we go draw our nuinbers, and set York. Let us on;

on? And publish the occasion of our arms.

Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids be The coinmonwealth is sick of their own choice, 25/





master Phang, holdbim sure;-goodmaster Snare, A Street in London.

let him not 'scape. He comes continually to PyeEnter Hostess; Phang, and his boy, with her; 35 corner, (saving your manhoods) to buy a saddle ; and Snare following:

and he's indited to dinner to the lubbar's head in Host. MASTER Phang, have you enter'd the Lumbart-street, to master Smooth's the silkman: ?

I pray ye, since my exion is enter'd, and my case Phang. It is enter'd.

so openly known to the world, let him be brought Host. Where is your yeoman? Is it a lusty yeo 40 in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long loan man? will a' stand to it?

for a poor lone woman' to bear: and I have Phang. Sirrah, where's Snare?

borne, and borne, and borne; and have been Host. O Lord, ay; good master Snare. fub'd off, and fubd off, from this day to that day, Snare. Here, here.

that it is a shame to be thought on. There is no Phang. Snare, we must arrest sir John Falstaff

. 45 honesty in such dealing; unless a woman should Host. Ay, good master Snare; I have enter'd be made an ass, and a beast, to bear every him and all.

knave's wrong. Snure. It may chance cost some of us our lives, Enter Sir John Fulstaff, Bardolph, and the Page, for he will stab.

Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose* Host. Alas the day! take heed of him: he stabb’dl50knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your offices, do me in mine own house, and that most beastly: hel your offices, master Phang, and inaster Snare; cares not what mischief he doth, if his weapon be do me, do me, do me your offices. out: he will foin like any devil; he will spare Fal. How now? who's mare's dead? what's neither man, woman, nur child.

the matter? Phang. If I can close with hiin, I care not for 55 Phang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of his thrust.

inistress Quickly. Host. No, nor I neither; I'll be at your

elbow. Ful. Away, varlets !-Draw, Bardolph; cuit Phung. An I but fist him once; an he come me ott' the villain's head; throw the queau in the but within my vice' ;

kennel. Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, 60 Host. Throw me in the kennel ? I'll throw thee he's an infinitive thing upon my score:-Good in the kennel. Wilt thou wilt thou ? thou bas

Vice or grasp; a metaphor taken from a smith's vice. Perhaps a corruption of the Libbard'shead. X lous woman is a desolate unfriended wounan, : That is, red nose, from the effect of Malmsey wine.




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