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SECOND PART OF
KING HENRY IV.
EING HENRY THE FOURTH.
THOMAS. Duke of Clarence;
PRINCE JOHN, of Lancaster, afterwards (2 Henry V.) Duke of Bedford; PRINCE HUMPHREY of Gloster, afterwards (2 Henry V.) Duke of Gloster.
SCROOP, Archbishop of York;
EARL OF WARWICK;
EARL OF WESTMORELAND; of the King's Party.
Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench.
A Gentleman attending on the Chief Justice.
EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND;
TRAVERS and MORTON, Domestics of Northumbe! land.
FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and Page.
MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, and BULLCALF
FANG and SNARE, Sheriff's Officers.
Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle.
The vent of hearing, when loud Rumor speaks?
A Dancer, Speaker of the Epilogue.
Enemies to the King. Lords and other Attendants: Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, Drawers, Grooms, &c.
CENE I.-Warkworth. Before Northumberland's
The Porter before the Gate; Enter LORD BARDOLPH. L. Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho?-Where
is the earl?
Port. What shall I say you are?
HOSTESS QUICKLY. DOLL TEAR-SHEET.
Can play upon it. But what need I thus
To noise abroad,-that Harry Monmouth fell
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs. [Exit.
ws, Lord Bardolph? every
Should be the father of some stratagem:1 The times are wild; contention, like a horse Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, And bears down all before him.
min-Stopping my greedy ear with the bold deeds.
Noble earl; I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. North. Good, an heaven will! L. Bard. As good as heart can wish:The king is almost wounded to the death; And, in the fortune of my lord your son, Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts Kill'd by the hand or Douglas: young prince John, And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, Is prisoner to your son: O, such a day, So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, Came not till now to dignify the times, Since Cæsar's fortunes!
North. How is this deriv'd? Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury? L. Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence;
A gentleman well bred, and of good name,
On Tuesday last to listen after news.
L. Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; And he is furnish'd with no certainties, More than he haply may retail from me.
North. Now. Travers, what good tidings come with you?
Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, Out-rode me. After him, came, spurring hard, A gentleman, almost forspeut with speed, That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse: He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. He told me that rebellion had bad luck, And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold: With that he gave his able horse the head, And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Against the panting sides of his poor jade Up to the rowel head; and, starting so, He seem'd in running to devour the way, Staying no longer question.
L. Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what;--
North. Why should the gentleman, that rode by
Give then such instances of loss?
Important or dreadful event.
North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf,
2 Lace tagged.
Why, he is dead.
North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead
L. Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead
North. For this I shall have time enough to mourn.
A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel,
4 Return of blows.
Reported. $ Cap.
Bard. Swee earl, divorce not wisdom from your honor.
Mor. The lives of all your loving complices Leon your health; the which if you give o'er stormy passion, must perforce decay. 1 cast the event of war, my noble lord, nd summ'd the account of chance, before you said,
Let us make head. It was your presurmise,
L. Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas, That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one: And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd; And since we are o'erset, venture again. Come, we will all put forth; body, and goods. Mor. 'Tis more than time: And, my most noble
I hear for certain and do speak the truth,-
Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts,
North. I knew of this before; but, to speak truth,
| will, it is not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still as a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence out of it; and yet he will be crowing as if he had writ man ever since his father was a bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he is almost out o mine, I can assure him.What said master Dumbleton about the satin for my short cloak, and slops?
Page. He said, sir, you should procure him better assurance than Bardolph: he would not take his bond and yours; he liked not the security.
Fal. Let him be damned like a glutton! may his tongue be hotter!-A whoreson Achitophel! a rascally yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in hand, and then stand upon security! The whoreson smooth-pates do not wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is thorough" with them in honest taking L, then they must stand upon-security. I had as lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth, as offer to stop it with security. I looked he should have sent me two-and-twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he sends me security. Well, he may sleep in security; for he hath the horn of abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines through it: and yet cannot he see, though he have his own lantern to light him.-Where's Bardolph?
Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your worship a horse.
Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in Smithfield: an I could get me but a wife in the stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived. Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and an Attendant.
Fal. Boy, tell him, I am deaf.
Page. You must speak louder, my master is deaf. Ch. Just. I am sure, he is, to the hearing of any thing good.-Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must speak with him.'
Atten. Sir John,
not wars? is there not employment? Doth not the Ful. What! a young knave, and beg! Is there king lack subjects? do not the rebels need soldiers? Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it is worse shame to beg than to be on the worse side, were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell
how to make it.
Atten. You mistake me, sir.
Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? setting my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had lied in my throat if I had said so.
and your soldiership aside; and give me leave to Atten. I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood tell you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am any other than an honest man.
Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside of me, hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert that which grows to me! If thou get'st any leave better be hanged: You hunt-counter, hence!
SCENE II.-London. A Street.
Enter Sir JOHN FALSTAFF, with his Page bearing his Sword and Buckler.
Fel. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my water!
Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy water: but, for the party that owed it, he
might have more diseases than he knew for.
Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to girds at me; The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me; I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee, like a sow, that had overwhelmed all her litter but one.
If the prince put thee into my service for any other reason than to set me off, why then I have no judg
bient. Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter
to be worn in my cap, than to wait at my heels. I
Aften. Sir, my lord would speak with you. Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. Fal. My good lord!--God give your lordshipgood time of day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad: lordship goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, I heard say, your lordship was sick: I hope, your though not clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of have a reverend care of your health. time; and I most humbly beseech your lordship, to
Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury.
is returned with some discomfort from Wales.
In their debt.
Alluding to an old proverb: Who goes to Westminster for a wife, to St. Paul's for a man, and to Smithfield for a horse, may meet with a whore, a knave. and a jade A catch pole or bailif
Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty:-You would not come when I sent for you.
Fal. And I hear moreover, his highness is fallen into this same whoreson apoplexy.
Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him! I pray, let me speak with you.
Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling.
Ch. Just. What tell you me of it! be it as it is. Fal. It hath its original from much grief; from study, and perturbation of the brain: I have read the cause of his effects in Galen; it is a kind of deafness.
Ch. Just Your means are very slender, and your waste is great.
Fal. I would it were otherwise; I would my means were greater, and my waist slenderer.
Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful prince. Fal. The young prince hath misled me: I am the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog.
Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gall a new healed wound: your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded over your night's exploit on Gadshill: you may thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'er-posting that action.
Fal. My lord?
Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a sleeping wolf.
Fal. To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox. Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the better part burn out.
Fal. A wassel candle, my lord: all tallow: if I did say of wax, my growth would approve the truth. Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your face, but should have his effect of gravity.
Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy. Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up and down, like his ill angel.
Fal. Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light; but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will take me without weighing: and yet, in some respects, I grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell: Virtue is of so little regard in these coster-monger times, that true valor is turned bear-head: Pregnacy is made a tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in giving reckonings: all the other gifts appertinent to man, as the malice of this age shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry. You, that are old, consider not the capacities of us that are young: you measure the heat of our liver in the bitterness of your galls; and we that are in the vaward of our youth, must confess, are wags too.
Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all 'he characters of age? Have you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a yellow cheek! a white beard? a decreasing leg? an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken? your wind short? your chin double! your wit single? and every part about you blasted with antiquity? and will you yet call yourself young? Fye, tye, fye, sir Jolin!
Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the afternoon, with a white head, and something
a round belly. For my voice,-I have 1 st it with hollaing, and singing of anthems. To approve my youth further, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in judgment and understanding; and he that will caper with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the money, and have at him. For the box o'the ear that the prince gave you,-he gave it like a rude prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. I have checked him for it; and the young lion repents: marry, not in ashes, and sack-cloth; but in new silk, and old sack.
Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a better companion!
Fal. Heaven send the companion a better prince! I cannot rid my hands of him.
Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you and prince Harry: I hear you are going with lord John of Lancaster against the archbishop, and the ear! of Northumberland.
A large candle for a feast. 1 The coin called on angel. 'Pass current. Readiness. Forepart
Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady peace at home, that our armies join not in a hot day! for, by the Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, and I brandish any thing but my bottle, I would I might never spit white again. There is not a dangerous action can peep out his head, but I am thrust upon it: Well, I cannot last ever; But it was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common. If you will need say, I am an old man, you should give me rest. I would to God, my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is. I were better to be eaten to death with rust, than to be scoured te nothing with perpetual motion.
Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; And God bless your expedition!
Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound, to furnish me forth?
Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well: Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland.
[Exeunt Chief Justice and Attendant. Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man-beetle.3A man can no more separate age and covetousness, than he can part young limbs and lechery: but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; and so both the degrees prevent my curses.Boy!
Fal. What money is in my purse?
Fal. I can get no remedy against this consump tion or the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.-Go bear this letter to my lord of Lancaster; this to the prince; this to the earl of Westmoreland; and this to old mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived the first white hair on my chin: About it; you know where to find me. Erit Page.] A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for the one, or the other, plays the rogue with my great toe. It is no matter if I do halt; I have the wars for my color, and my pension shall seen the more reasonable: A good wit will make use of any thing; I will turn diseases to commodity." [Ezil. SCENE III.-York. A Room in the Archbishop's Palace.
Enter the Archbishop of YORK, the Loris HASTINGS, MOWBRAY, and BARDOLPH.
Arch. Thus have you heard our cause, and known
And, my most noble friends, I pray you all,
Mowh. I well allow, the occasion of our arms;
A large wooden hammer, so heavy as to require thre men to wield it. Anticipate. ipical
KING HENRY IV.
Act II. SCENE I.
L Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, The utmost man of expectation;
I think, we are a body strong enough,
L. Bard. What! is the king but five-and-twenty Hast. With him, we may.
thousand? 1. Bard.
Ay, marry, there's the point: Hast. To us, no more; nay, not so much, loro But if without him we be thought too feeble,
Bardolph. My judgment is we should not step too far
For his divisions, as the times do brawl, Tul we had his assistance by the hand:
Are in three heads: one power against the French For, in a thenie so bloody-faced as this,
And one against Glendower; perforce a third Contecture, expectation, and surmise
Must take up us: So is the unfirm king valds uncertain, should not be admitted.
In three divided; and his coflers sound
Bard. It was, my lord; who lined himself together,
And come against us in full puissance,
Need not be dreaded. Flattering himself with project of a power
If he should do so, such smaller than the smallest of his thoughts: He leaves his back unarma'd, the French and Welsh And so with great imagination,
Baying him at the heels: never fear that. Fooper to madmen, led his powers to death,
L. Baril. Who, is it like, should lead his forces And, winking, leap'd into destruction.
bither! Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt Hast. The duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland: To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope. Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Monmouth:
L. Bart. Yes, in this present quality of war;- But who is substitute 'gainst the French,
I have no certain notice.
Let us on;
Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
Didst thou beat beaven with blessing Bolingbroke, What do we then, but draw anew the model Before he was what thou wouldst have him be? l'i jewer oilices; or, at least, desist
And being now irimmd in thine own desires,
So, so, thou common doy, didst thou disgorge ile plot of situation, and the model;
Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;
And now thou would'st cat thy dead vomit up,
And howlist, to find it. What trust is in these
times? To weigh against his opposito; or else,
They that, when Richard liv'd, would have him die Ne fortify in paper, and in figures,
Are now become enamord on his grave; (sing the names of men, instead of men:
Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head, Lize one, that draws the model of a house
When through proud London he came sighing on Botond his power to build it; who, hali through, After the admired heels of Bolingbrohe, vives p'er, and leaves his part-created cost
Cry'st now, ( eurih, zilu us thui hing again, 1 labed subject to the weeping clouds,
ánit take then this! O thoughts of men accurst! And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.
Past, and to come, scem best; things present, wors Hizi. Grant, that our hopes (yet likely of fair Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set os birth)
Hust. We are time's subjects, and time bids be hould be stiil-bom, and that we now possess'd
SCENE I.-London. A Street.
Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant y
he's an intinite thing upon my score:-Good 10 Enter Izetess; FANG, and his Boy, with her; and ter lang, hold hin sure;-good master Snare, Ssare following:
him not escape. lle comes continually to L Host. Master Fang, have you entered the action? corner, (saving your manhoods,) to buy a sadi Tug. It is entered.
and he's indiied to dinner to the Lubbar's lleu Where is your yeomen?• Is it a lusty yeo. I pray ye, since my exion is entereil, and my
Lambert-street, to master Smooth's the silho an? vill a' stand to't? Fong. Sirah, where's Snare?
so openly known to the world, let him be brou 11. O lord, ay; good naster Snare.
into luis answer. A hundred mark is a long Sparbre. Here, here.
for a poor lone woman to bear: and I have l' fang. Snare, we must arrest sir John Falstaff.
and borne, and borne; and have been tublied 10-1. Yea, good master Snare; I have entered and fubbed oil, and fubbed only from this chia ain and all.
that day, that it is a shame to be thoukht on. 1 Snore. It may chance cost some of us our lives, should be made an ass, and a beast, to bear
is no lonesty in such dealing; unless a wo bartie will stab. Hist. Alas the day! take heed of him; he stab
knave's wrong. red me in mine own house, and that most beastly; Enter Sir John FALSTAFF, Page, and BARDO in good faith, a' cares not what mischief he doth, Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsry This weapon be out: he will join' like any devil; knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your oflice be will spare neither man, woman, nor child.
your oflices, master Fang, and master Sna rang. If I can close with him, I care not for his me, do me, do me, your ollices. Drust.
Fal. How now? whose mare's dead? what Hasi. No, nor I neither: I'll be at your clbow.
3 Foolish multitude
within my vice.