IV Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear place 3 you call the A plague upon't!-it is in Glostershire ;- his uncle His uncle York ;-where I first bow'd my knee North. At Berkley castle. Hot. You say true:- Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! And, gentle Harry Percy, and, kind cousin,- Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done. Hot. I have done, i'faith. Wor. Then once more to your Scottish pri Which I shall send you written, be assur'd [To NORTHUMBERLAND. Hot. Of York, is't not? Wor. True: who bears hard His brother's death at Bristol the lord Scroop. As what I think might be, but what I know Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do North. Before the game's a-foot, thou still Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble And then the power of Scotland, and of York,- Wer. And so they shall. Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd. Wor. Cousin, farewell:-No further go in SCENE I.-Rochester.-An Inn Yard. Enter a CARRIER, with a Lantern in his hand. 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. 1 Car. I pry'thee Tom, beat Cut's Enter another CARRIER. 2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank here as 1 Car. Poor fellow; never joyed since the 2 Car. I think this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas : I am stung like a tench.¶ 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 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? What's 1 Car. I think it be two o'clock. Gads. 1 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. 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 him 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. 6 Wet. 1 Measure. Name of his horse., Spotted like a tench. Worms. A small fish supposed to breed fless. ++ A proverb, from the pick-purse being always ti Freeholder. ready. Gads. Sirrab, if they meet not with saint] afoot with me; and the stony-hearted villains Nicholas' clerks, I'll give thee this neck. know it well enough: A plague upon't, when thieves cannot be true to one another! [They whistle.] Whew!-A plague upou you all! Give me my horse, you rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged. 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. What talkest thon to me of the hangman? if I bang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: for if I hang, oid Sir John hangs with me; and thou knowest he's no starveling. Tut! there are other 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. $ P. Hen. Peace, ye fat guts! lie down lay thine ear close to the ground, and list if thos 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, Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots ? I hate it. will she hold out water in foul way? Gads. She will, she will; justice hath li qnored her. We steal us in a castle, cocksure; we have the re eipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible. 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. Gads. Go to; Homo is a common name to all min. Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell, you muddy knave. 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 npon 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 Gads. Stand. Enter GADSHILL. Fal. So I do, against my will, Bard. What news? Gads. Case ye, case ye; on with your visors; there's money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going to the king's exchequer. Fal. You lie, you rogue; 'tis going to the king's tavern. Gads. There's enough to make us all. P. Hen. Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane; Ned Poins and I wili walk lower: if they 'scape from your encounter, then they light on us. Peto. How many be there of them? Fal. 'Zounds! will they not rob us? P. Hen. What, a coward, Sir John Paunch! 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 thou 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 1; 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. Trau. 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. Scene III. FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV. Re-enter Prince HENRY and POINS. P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true men: Now could thou and I rob the thieves, and go merrily to London, it would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good 'est for ever. Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming. Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and An the prince and then to borse before day. Poins be not two arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring; there's no more valour in that Poins, than in a wild duck. P. Hen. Your money. Poins. Villains. [As they are sharing, the PRINCE and FALSTAFF, after POINS set upon them. a blow or two, and the rest, run away. leaving their booty behind them.] P. Hen. Got with much ease. to borse : [Rushing out upon them. Now merrily The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with fear So strongly, that they dare not meet each other: [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Warkworth.-A Room in the Enter HOTSPUR, reading a Letter. friends. How Enter Lady PERCY. Bow, Kate? I must leave you within these two hours. Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus alone? For what offence have I, this fortnight, been • Fattens. thee 393 A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed? And given my treasures, and my rights of thee, Of sallies and retires; of trenches, tents, Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream: we Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, Enter SERVANT. Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago. Hot. Hath Butler brought these horses from the sheriff? Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. Hot. What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not? Hot. That roan shall be my throne. Lady. But hear you, my lord. My love, my horse. Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape! Well, do not then; for, since you love me not, I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate; Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; Fran. Anon, Sir. Pray you, stay a little my lord. P. Hen. Nay, but hark you, Francis: For the sugar thou gavest me, 'twas a pennyworth, was't not? Fran. O lord, Sir! I would it had been two. Hot. Not an inch farther. But hark you, pound; ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt SCENE IV.-Eastcheap-A Room in the Enter Prince HENRY and POINS. have it. Poins. [Within.] Francis! P. Hen. Anou, Francis? No, Francis: bat to-morrow, Francis; or, Francis, on Thursday; or, indeed, Francis, when thou wilt, Bat, Francis, Fran. My lord? P. Hen. Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, crystal-button, nott-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanishpouch, Fran. O lord, Sir, who do you mean? Poins. [Within.] Francis! P. Hen. Away, you rogue; Dost thou not hear them call? [Here they both call him; the Drawer stands amazed, not knowing which way to go. Enter VINTNER. Vint. What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st such a calling? Look to the guests within. [Exit FRAN.] My lord, old Sir John, with half a dozen more, are at the door; Shall I let them in! P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard ® is amongst three or four score hogsheads. I have your only drink; for, look you, Francis, your sounded the very base string of humility. Sir-white canvass doublet will sully: in Barbary, rah, I am sworn brother to a leash of drawers; Sir, it cannot come to so much. and can tell them all by their Christian names, Fran. What, Sir? as-Tom, Dick, and Francis. They take it already upon their salvation, that though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy; and tell me flatly, I am no proud Jack, like Falstaff; but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy,--by the Lord, so they call me ; and when I am king of England, I shall command all the good lads in Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dying scarlet; and when you breathe in your watering, they cry-hem! and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am so good a proficient in one quarter of au hour, that I can drink with any tinker in his own language during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honour, that thou wert not with me in this action. But, sweet Ned,-to sweeten which name of Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped even now in my hand by an under-skinker; + one that never spake other English in his life, than-Eight shillings and sixpence, and You are welcome; with this shrill addition;-Anon, anon, Sir! Score a pint of bastard in the Half-moon, or so. But, Ned, to drive away the time till Falstaff come, I pr'ythee do thou stand in some byroom, while I question my puny drawer, to what end be gave me the sugar; and do thou never leave calling-Francis, that his tale to me may be nothing but-anon. Etep aside, and I'll show thee a precedent. Poins. Francis ! P. Hen. Thou art perfect. Enter FRANCIS. P. Hen. Let them alone awhile, and then open the door. [Erit VINTNER.] Poins! Re-enter POINS. Poins. Anon, anon, Sir. P. Hen. Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at the door; Shall we be merry? Poins. As merry as crickets, my lad. But bark ye; What cunning match have you made with this jest of the drawer? come, what's the issue? P. Hen. I am now of all humours, that have show'd themselves humours, since the old days of goodman Adam, to the pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight. [Re-enter FRANCIS with Wine.] What's o'clock, Francis! Fran. Anon, anon, Sir ? P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman!-His industry is-up-stairs, and down[Erit POINS. stairs; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north; he that kills me some six or seven Fran. Anon, anon, Sir,-Look down into the dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, Pomegranate, Ralph. P. Hen. Come hither, Francis. Fran. My lord. and says to his wife,-Fie upon this quiet life! I want work. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed to day? Give my P. Hen. How long hast thou to serve, Fran-roan horse a drench, says he; and answers, cis ? Fran. Forsooth, five year, and as much as to- P. Hen. Five years! by'rlady, a long lease for the clinking of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant, as to play the coward with thy indenture, and to show it a fair pair of heels, and run from it? Fran. O lord, Sir! I'll be sworn upon all the books in England, I could find in my heartPoins. Within.] Francis! Some fourteen; an hour after, a trife, a Enter FALSTAFF, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH, and PETO. Poins. Welcome, Jack. Where hast thos been? Fal. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too! marry, and amen! Give the a • A sweet wine. KING HENRY IV. 395 fifty upon poor old Jack, then I am no two-legged Poins. Pray God, you have not murdered Scene IV. FIRST PART OF cup of sack, boy.-Ere I lead this life long, I'll sew netherstocks, and mend them, and foot them too. A plague of all cowards 1-Give me a cap of sack, rogne.-Is there no virtue exFal. Nay, that's past praying for: for I have and [He drinks. tant? P. Hen. Didst thou never see Titan kiss a peppered two of them: two, I am sure, I have dish of butter? pitiful hearted Titan, that melt-paid; two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee ed at the sweet tale of the son! if thou didst, what, Hal,-if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward;then behold that compound. here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me.- Fal. You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous man: Yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime in it; a villainous coward.Go thy ways, old Jack; die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a shotten herring. There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat, and grows old: God help the while! a bad world, I say; I would I were a weaver; I could sing psalms or any thing; A plague of all cowards, I say still. P. Hen. How now, wool-sack? what mutter you? Fal. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy subjects afore thee like a flock of wild geese, I'll never wear hair on my face more. You prince of Wales! P. Hen. Why, you whoreson round man! what's the matter! Fal. Are you not a coward? answer me to that; and Poins there? Poins. Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned P. Hen. O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped P. Hen. These lies are like the father that P. Hen. What's the matter? P. Hen. Where is it, Jack ? where is it? P. Hen. What, a hundred, man? Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at halfsword with a dozen of them two hours together. 1 bave 'scap'd by miracle. I am eight times thrust through the doublet; four, through the hose; my buckler cut through and through; my sword hacked like a hand-saw, ecce signum. I never dealt better since I was a man; all would not do. A plague of all cowards 1-Let them speak: if they speak more or less than truth, they are villains, and the sons of dark P. Hen. Speak, Sirs; how was it? Peto. No, no, they were not bound. Gads. As we were sharing, some six or seven Fal. And unbound the rest, and then come in the other. P. Hen. What, fought ye with them all? Fal. All I know not what ye call, all; but if I fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish: if there were not two or three and Stockings. P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin : this sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you horse-back-breaker, this buge bill of flesh;dried neat's-tongue, bull's pizzle, you stockfish,-O for breath to utter what is like thee! -you tailor's yard you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck ;- P. Hen. Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again; and when thou hast tired thyself in base Poins. Mark, Jack. comparisons, hear me speak but this. P. Hen. We two saw you four set on four; you bound them, and were masters of their wealth; (mark now, how plain a tale shall put you down,) then did we two set on you four, and, with a word, out-faced you from your prize, and have it; yea, and can show it you here in the house :-and, Falstaff, you carried your guts away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and ever I heard a bull-calf. What a slave art thou, roared for mercy, and still ran and roared, as to hack thy sword as thou hast done, and then |