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P. Hen. Or an old lion; or a lover's lute. Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe.
P. Hen. What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy of Moor ditch?
Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes; and art, indeed, the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young prince,-But, Hal, I pr'y. thee, trouble me no more with vanity. I would to God, thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought: An old lord of the council rated me the other day in the street about you, Sir; but I marked him not: and yet he talked very wisely; but I regarded him not and yet he talked wisely, and in the
P. Hen. Thou did'st well; for wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.
Fal. O thou hast damnable iteration; and art indeed able to corrupt 2 saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me, Hal,--God forgive thee for it! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man should speak | truly, little better than one of the wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give it over; by the Lord, an I do not, I am a villain; P' be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.
P. Hen. Where shall we take a purse tomorrow, Jack?
Fal. Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one; an I do not, call me villain, and baffle † me.
P. Hen. I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying to purse-taking.
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Enter Poins, at a distance.
Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. Poins-Now shall we know if Gadshill bath set a match. O if men were to be saved by me. rit, what hole in hell were hot enough for him? This is the most omnipotent villain, that ever eried, Stand, to a true || man.
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Poins. Good morrow, sweet Hal.-What says monsieur Remorse? What says Sir John Sackand-Sugar? Jack, how agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that thou soldest him on GoodFriday last, for a cup of Madeira and a cold capon's leg?
and for reason, jest will P. Hen. Sir John stands to his word, the same fa devil shall have his bargain; for he was never supper: yet a breaker of proverbs, he will give the devil bis due.
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"Poins. Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil.
P. Hen. Else he had been damned for cozening the devil.
Poins. But, my lads, my lads, to morrow morning, by four o'clock, early at Gadshill: There are pilgrims going to Canterbury with
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FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV.
The unyok'd humour of your idleness:
Who doth permit the base contagions clouds
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
Took it in snuff:-and still he smil'd, and
And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
By how much better than my word I am,
To be so pester'd with a popinjay, •
SCENE III.-The same.-Another Room in the Palace.
To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,
Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and
Unapt to stir at these indignities,
Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little
The scourge of greatness to be used on it;
Have holp to make so poorly.
North. My lord,
K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I see
And disobedience in thine eye: O Sir,
Blunt. The circuinstance consider'd, good my
Whatever Harry Percy then hath said,
K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his pri-
That we, at our
own charge, shall rausom
we hear, the Earl of
But by the chance of war: To prove that true,
Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he
When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,
He did confound the best part of an hour
Which Harry Percy h re at Holmedon took,
Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. Bat, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimily dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest home; He was perfumed like a milliner; And 'twixt his finger, and his thumb he held 4 pouncet-box which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took't away again;therewith angry, when it next came W bo, there,
dower; Whose daughter, as
changing hardiment ¶ with great Glendower:
Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;
: Brave. ¡Expend.
Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
He never did encounter with Glendower:
He durst as well have met the devil alone,
Art not ashamed? But, Sirrah, henceforth
Or you shall hear in such a kind from me As will displease you.-My lord Northumberland,
We license your departure with your son :Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it.
[Exeunt King HENRY, BLUNT, and Train. Hot. And if the devil come and roar for
I will not send them :-I will after straight,
North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause awhile; Here comes your uncle.
Hot. Speak of Mortimer?
'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul Want mercy, if I do not join with him: Yea, on his part, l'il empty all these veins, And shed my dear blood drop by drop i'the dust, But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer As high i'the air as this unthankful king, As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad. [To WORCESTER. Wor. Who struck this beat up, after I was goue?
And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners; And when I urg'd the ransom once again Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale ; And on my face he turn'd an eye of death, Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
Wor. I cannot blame him: Was he not proclaim'd,
By Richard that dead is, the next of blood?
North. He was; I heard the proclamation: And then it was, when the unhappy king (Whose wrongs in us God pardon !) did set forth Upon his Irish expedition; From whence he, intercepted, did return To be depos'd, and shortly, murdered.
Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's wide mouth
Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of.
Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
North. He did; myself did hear it.
Hot. Nay, then 1 cannot blame his cousin king, That wish'd him on the barren mountains starv'd.
But shall it be, that you, that set the crown
To answer all the debt he owes to you,
Wor. Peace, consin, say no more:
Hot. If he fall in, good night :—or sink or swim:
Send danger from the east unto the west,
And lend no ear unto my purposes.—
Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat :-
I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy, +
But that I think his father loves him not, And would be glad he met with some mischance,
I'd bave him poison'd with a pot of ale.
Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, When you are better temper'd to attend. North. Why, what a wasp-stung and impa tient fool
Art thou, to break into this woman's mood; Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own! Hot. Why, look you, I am whipp'd and Scourg'd with rods,
Shapes created by his imagination.
The term for a blustering quarrelsome fellow.
Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear
In Richard's time,-What do you call the
A plague upon't!-it is in Glostershire ;'Twas where the mad-cap duke his
His uncle York;-where I first bow'd my knee
North. At Berkley castle.
Hot. You say true:-
age, And, gentle Harry Percy, and, kind cousin,— Oh! the devil take such cozeners!--God for
SCENE I-Rochester.-An Inn Yard. Enter a CARRIER, with a Lantern in his hand.
Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
Enter another CARRIER.
This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! fortune came Look,-when his infant
2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank here as
Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done.
Hot. I have done, i'faith.
Wor. Then once more to your Scottish pri
Hot. Of York, is't not?
Wor. True: who bears hard
1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the day, I'll be hanged: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horse not packed. What, ostler!
Ost. [Within.] Anon, anon.
Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
1 Car. I pry'thee Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks in the point; the poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cess.
Which I shall send you written, be assur'd
1 Car. Poor fellow; never joyed since the price of oats rose; it was the death of him.
2 Car. I think this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas I am stung like a tench.¶
His brother's death at Bristol the lord Scroop.
As what I think might be, but what I know
Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble
Wer. And so they shall.
Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
1 Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ne'er a king in Christendom could be better bit than I have been since the first cock.
2 Cur. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, and then we leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds fleas like a loach. **
1 Car. What, ostler! come away and be hanged, come away.
2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing
1 Car. 'Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier
Enter GADS HILL.
(As I will fashion it,) shall happily meet,
Gads. o'clock ?
1 Car. I think it be two o'clock.
Gads. I pr'ythee lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding in the stable.
1 Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick worth two of that, i'faith.
Gads. I pr'ythee lend me thine.
2 Car. Ay, when? canst tell ?-Lend me thy lantern, quoth a 3-marry, I'll see thee hanged first.
Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?
2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant thee.-Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the gentlemen; they will along with company, for they have great charge. [Exeunt CARRIERS.
Gads. What ho! chamberlain ! Cham. [Within.] At hand, quoth pick-purse. + Gads. That's even as fair as-at hand, quoth the chamberlain for thou variest no more from picking of purses, than giving direction doth from labouring; thou lay'st the plot how.
Cham. Good morrow, master Gadsbill. holds current that I told you yesternight: There's a franklin in the wild of Kent, hath brought three hundred marks with him in gold; I heard bim tell it to one of his company, last night at supper; a kind of auditor; one that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what. They are up already, and call for eggs and butter: They will away presently.
The constellation Ursa major. 1 Measure. Spotted like a tench. Name of his horse. I Worms. **A small fish supposed to breed fleas. A proverb, from the pick purse being always 11 Freeholder. ready.
Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with saint Nicholas' clerks, I'll give thee this ueck.
Cham. No, I'll none of it: I pr'ythee, keep that for the hangman; for I know thou worship'st Saint Nicholas as truly as a man of falsehood may.
Gads. She will, she will; justice hath liquored ber. We steal us in a castle, cocksure; we have the re eipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible.
Gads. What talkest thou to me of the hangman? if I baug, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: for if I hang, old Sir John hangs with me; and thou knowest he's no starveling. Tut! there are ober Trojans that thon dreamest not of; the which, for sport sake, are content to do the profession some grace, that would, if matters should be looked into, for their own credit sake, make all whole. I am joined with no foot land-rakers,+ no long-staff, sixpenny strikers; none of these Inad, mustachio purple-hued malt-worms: but with nobility and tranquillity; burgomasters and great oneyers; such as can hold in; such as will strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than drink, and drink sooner than pray: And yet I lie; for they pray continually to their saint, the commonwealth; or, rather, not pray to her, but prey on her; for they ride up and down on her, and make her their boots. $ Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots? I hate it. will she hold out water in foul way?
Cham. Nay, by my faith! I think you are more beholden to the night than to fern-seed, for your walking invisible.
Guds. Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in our purchase, as I am a true man.
Cham. Nay, rather let me have it as you are a false thief.
Guds. Go to; Homo is a common name to all men. Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell, you muddy knave.
SCENE 11.-The Road by Gadshill.
Enter Prince HENRY and POINS; BARDOLPH and PETо, at some distance.
Poins. Come, shelter, shelter; I have reved Falstaff's horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet.
P. Hen. Stand close.
Fal. Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poius! P. Hen. Peace, ye fat kidneyed rascal; What a brawling dost thou keep ?
Fal. Where's Poins, Hal?
P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the bill; I'll go seek him.
[Pretends to seek POINS. Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thief's Company: the rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him I know not where. If I travel but four foot by the squire further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death for all this, if I 'scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have forsworn his company hourly any time this two-and-twenty years, and yet I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else; I have drunk medicines.-Poins!-Hal-a plague upon you both!-Bardolph !-Peto!-I'H starve, ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to turn true man, and leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground, is threescore and ten miles
afoot with me; and the stony-hearted villains know it well enough: A plague upon't, when thieves cannot be true to one another! [They whistle.] Whew!-A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged.
• Cant term for highwaymen. + Footpads. Public accountants. Beoty Oiled, smoothed her over. Square.
P. Hen. Peace, ye fat guts! lie down: lay thine ear close to the groaud, and list if the canst hear the tread of travellers.
Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down? 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot again, for all the coin in thy father's exchequer. What a plague mean ye to colt me thus ?
P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.
Fal. I pr'ythee, good prince Hal, help me to my horse; good king's son.
P. Hen. Out, you rogue! shall I be your ostler!
Fal. Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-apparent garters! If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I have not ballads made on you all, and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison: When a jest is so forward, and afoot too,
P. Hen. What, a coward, Sir John Pawnch↑ Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather; but yet no coward, Hal.
P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof. Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the bedge; when thou needest him, there thʊa shalt find him. Farewell, and stand fast.
Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.
P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises?
[Exeunt P. HENRY and POINS. Fal. Now, my masters, happy man he bis dole, say I; every man to his business.
1 Trav. Come, neighbour; the boy shall lead our horses down the hill: we'll walk afoot a while, and ease our legs. Thieves. Stand.
Trav. Jesu bless us !
Fal. Strike; down with them; cut the vil laius' throats: Ah! whoreson caterpillars' bacon-fed knaves! they hate us youth: down with them; fleece them.
1 Trav. O we are undone, both we and our's, for ever.
Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves; Are ye undone? No, ye fat chuffs; I would your store were here! On, bacons, on! What, ye knaves ? young men must live: You are grand jurors are ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith.
[Exeunt FALSTAFF, &e. Driving the TRAVELLERS out.
• Make a youngster of me.