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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

street too.

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?

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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.

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FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV.

Scene III.

The unyok'd humour of your idleness:
Yet herein will I imitate the sun,

Who doth permit the base contagions clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world,
That, when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
If all the year were playing holidays,

To sport would be as tedious as to work;
But, when they seldom come, they wish'd-for

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Took it in snuff:-and still he smil'd, and
talk'd;

And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unbandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
With many holiday and lady terms
He qestion'd me; among the rest demanded
My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf.
my wounds being
I then, all smarting, with

cold,

come,

And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
So, when this loose behaviour I throw off,
And pay the debt I never promised,

By how much better than my word I am,
By so much shall I falsify men's hopes;
And, like bright metal on a sullen ground,
My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes,
Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
I'u so offend, to make offence a skill;
Redeeming time, when men think least I will.

[Exit.

To be so pester'd with a popinjay, •
Out of my grieft and my impatience,
Answer'd, neglectingly, I know not what;
He should, or he should not ;-for he made me
mad,

SCENE III.-The same.-Another Room in the Palace.

To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,
And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman,

Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save
the mark!)

And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
So cowardly; and but for these vile guns
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
He would himself have been a soldier.
This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
I answer'd indirectly, as I said;
And, I beseech you, let not this report
Betwixt my love and your high majesty.
Come current for an accusation,

HENRY, NORTHUMBERLAND,
Eater King
WORCESTER, HOTSPUR, Sir WALTER BLUNT,
and others.

K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and
temperate,

Unapt to stir at these indignities,
And you have found me; for accordingly,
You tread upon my patience: but be sure
I will from henceforth rather be myself,
Mighty and to be fear'd, than my condition,
Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young
down;
And therefore lost that title of respect,
Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the
proud.

Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little
deserves

The scourge of greatness to be used on it;
And that same greatness too which our
bands

Have holp to make so poorly.

North. My lord,

K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I see
danger

And disobedience in thine eye: O Sir,
Your presence is too bold and peremptory,
And majesty might never yet endure
The moody frontier of a servant brow.
You have good leave to leave us; when we

own

need
Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.
[Exit WORCESTER.
[70 NORTH.
You were about to speak.
North, Yea, my good lord.
Those prisoners in your highness' name de-
manded,

Blunt. The circuinstance consider'd, good my

lord,

Whatever Harry Percy then hath said,
To such a person, and in such a place,
At such a time, with all the rest re-told,
To do him wrong, or any way impeach
May reasonably die, and never rise
What then he said, so he unsay it now.

K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his pri-
soners,

That we, at our
But with proviso, and exception,--
straight
Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betra, 'd
His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer;
The lives of those that he did lead to fight
Against the great magician, damn'd

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own charge, shall rausom

Glen

we hear, the Earl of

March
Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then
Be emptied, to redeem a traitor home?
Shall we buy treason? and indent with fears,
No, on the barren mountains let him starve;
When they have lost and forfeited themselves?
For I shall never hold that man my friend,
Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost
To ransom bome revolted Mortimer.
Hot. Revolted Mortimer!

But by the chance of war: To prove that true,
He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
Needs no more but one tongue for all those
wounds,

Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he
took,

When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,
In single opposition, hand to hand,

He did confound the best part of an hour
In

Which Harry Percy h re at Holmedon took,
Where, as he says, not with such strength de-
As is deliver'd to your majesty :
Either euvy, therefore, or misprison,
Is guilty of this fault, and not my son.

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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,

• Disposition.

dower; Whose daughter, as

changing hardiment ¶ with great Glendower:

they drink,
Three times they breath'd, and three times did

Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;
Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,
And bid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
Blood-stained with these valiant combatants.
Never did bare and rotten policy

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Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
Nor never could the noble Mortimer
Receive so many, and all willingly:
Then let him not be slander'd with revolt.
K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou
dost belie him;

He never did encounter with Glendower:
I tell thee,

He durst as well have met the devil alone,
As Owen Glendower for an enemy.

Art not ashamed? But, Sirrah, henceforth
Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer :
Send me your prisoners with the speediest
means,

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

them,

I will not send them :-I will after straight,
And tell him so; for I will ease my heart,
Although it be with hazard of my head.

North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause awhile; Here comes your uncle.

Re-enter WORCESTER.

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?
And shall it, in more shame, be further spoken,
That your are fool'd, discarded, and shook off
By him, for whom these shames ye underwent ?
No; yet time serves, wherein you may redeem
Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves
Into the good thoughts of the world again :
Revenge the jeering and disdain'd contempt
Of this proud king; who studies, day and
night,

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.
Hot. But, soit, I pray you: Did king Richard

then

Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
Heir to the crown?

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
Upon the head of this forgetful man;
Aud, for his sake, wear the detested blot
Of murd'rous subordination,-shall it be,
That you a world of curses undergo;
Being the agents, or base second means,
The cords, the ladder, or the hangmau rather 1-
O pardon ine, that I descend so low,
To show the line and the predicament
Wherein you range under this subtle king.
Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days,
Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
That men of your nobility and power,
Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,-
As both of you, God pardon it! have done,-
To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,

To answer all the debt he owes to you,
Even with the bloody payment of your deaths.
Therefore, I say,

Wor. Peace, consin, say no more:
And now I will unclasp a secret book,
And to your quick-conceiving discontents
I'll read you matter deep and dangerous;
As full of peril and advent'rons spirit,
As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud,
On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.

Hot. If he fall in, good night :—or sink or swim:

Send danger from the east unto the west,
So honour cross it from the north to south,
Aud let them grapple :-Oh! the blood more

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And lend no ear unto my purposes.—
Those prisoners you shall keep.

Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat :-
He said he would not ransom Mortimer;
Forbade my tongue to speak of Mortimer;
But I will find him when he lies asleep,
And in his ear I'll holla-Mortimer !
Nay,

I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him,
To keep his anger still in motion.
Wor. Hear you,
Cousin; a word.

Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy, +
Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke:
And that same sword-and-buckler; Prince of
Wales.-

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.

+ Refuse.

The term for a blustering quarrelsome fellow.

IV

Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear
Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.

In Richard's time,-What do you call the
place ?--

A plague upon't!-it is in Glostershire ;'Twas where the mad-cap duke his

kept;

uncle

His uncle York;-where I first bow'd my knee
Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,
When you and he came back from Raven-
spurg.

North. At Berkley castle.

Hot. You say true:-

age, And, gentle Harry Percy, and, kind cousin,— Oh! the devil take such cozeners!--God for

give me!-

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

to

2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank here as
a dog, and that is the next way to give poor
down, since Robin ostler died.
jades the bots: this house is turned upside

Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done.
Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again;
We'll stay your leisure

Hot. I have done, i'faith.

Wor. Then once more to your Scottish pri

soners.

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,
And make the Douglas' son your only mean
For powers in Scotland; which, for divers

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.

reasons

Which I shall send you written, be assur'd
Will easily be granted.-You, my lord,
[To NORTHUMBERLAND.
Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,
Shall secretly into the bosom creep
Of that same noble prelate, well belov'd,
The archbishop.

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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.
I speak not this in estimation, +

As what I think might be, but what I know
Is ruminated, plotted, and set down;
And only stays but to behold the face
Of that occasion that shall bring it on.
Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do
well.
North. Before the game's a-foot, thou still
let'st slip.

Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble
plot :-
And then the power of Scotland, and of York,-
To join with Mortimer, ha?

Wer. And so they shall.

Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids us speed,
To save our heads by raising of a head: ‡
For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
The king will always think him in our debt,
And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,
Till he hath found a time to pay us home.
Arad see, already, how he doth begin
To make us strangers to his looks of love.
Het. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on
him.
Wor. Cousin, farewell :-No further go in
this,
Than I by letters shall direct your course.
W ben time is ripe, (which will be suddenly,)
I'll steal to Glendower and lord Mortimer;
Where you and Douglas, and our powers
once,

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

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cross.

1 Car. 'Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier
are quite starved.-What, ostler !-A plague on
an eye in thy head?
thee hast thou never
canst not hear? An 'twere not as good a deed
as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very
villain.-Come, and be hanged:-Hast no faith
in thee?

1

Enter GADS HILL.

(As I will fashion it,) shall happily meet,
To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
Which now we hold at much uncertainty.
we shall
North. Farewell, good brother :
thrive, I trust.
Hot. Uncle, adieu :-Oh! let the hours be
short,
Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our
sport!
[Exeunt.

carriers. morrow,

What's

Good

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.

Enter CHAMBERLAIN.

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It

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.

Wet.

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.

[Exeunt.

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.

Enter FALSTAFF.

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.

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• 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,

Enter GADSHILL.

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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?
Poins. Here, hard by; stand close.

[Exeunt P. HENRY and POINS. Fal. Now, my masters, happy man he bis dole, say I; every man to his business.

Enter TRAVELLERS.

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.

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