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KING HENRY IV
NING YENRY THE FOURTH.
GADSHILL. HENRY, Prince of Wales,
Рето. PRINCE Join ot Lancaster,
Sons to the King.
BARDOLPA. EARL OF WESTMORELAND, Friends to the King. Lady Percy, Wife to Hotspur, and Sister to Sir WALTER BLUNT,
Mortimer. THOMAS PERCY, Earl of Worcester.
LADY MORTIMER, Daughter to Glendower, and HENRY PERCY, Earl of Northumberland.
Wife to Mortimer.
Mrs. QUICKLY, Hostess of a Tavera in East
ciѕар. SCROUP, Archbishop of York. ARCHIBALD, Earl of Douglas.
Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamber. OWEN GLENDOWER.
lain, Drawers, twu Carriers, Travellers, and Sir RICHARD VERNON.
Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet,
Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nailid SCENE 1.-London.--A Room in the Paluce.
For our advantage, on the bitter cross. Enter King HENRY, WESTMORELAND, Sir Wal. But this our purpose is a twelve-month old,
And bootless* 'lis to tell you-we will go; TER BLUNT, and others.
Therefore we meet not now:-Then let me K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with
Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, What yesternight our council did decree, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils In forwarding this dear expedience.+ To be commenc'd in stronds" afar remote. West. My liege, this haste was hot in ques. No more the thirsty Erinpyst of this soil
tion, Shall daub her lips with her own childreu's And many límits of the charge set down blood;
But yesternight: when, all athwart, there No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs A post from Wales, loaden with heavy news; Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes, Whose worst was,-that the noble Mortimer, Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven, Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight All of one nature, of one substance bred, Against the irregular and wild Glendower, Did lately meet in the intestine shock
Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken, And furious close of civil butchery,
And a thousand of bis people butchered: Shall now, in mutual, well-besecming ranks, Upon whose dead corps there was such nisuse, March all one way; and be no more oppos’d Such beastly, shameless transformation, Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies : By those Welsh women donc, as may not be, The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knite, Without much shame, re-told or spoken of. No more shall cut his master. Therefore, K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of As far as to the sepulchre of Christ, (friends,
this broil (Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross Brake off' our business for the Holy Land. We are impressed and engag'd to fight,).
West. This, match'd with other, did, my Forthwith a powert of English shall we'levy;
gracious lord ; Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' For more uneven and unwelcome news womb
Came from the north, and thus it did import. To chase these pagans, in those holy fields, On Holy-rood day,the gallant Hotspur there, Strands, banks of the sea. # The fury of discord. * Needless. + Expedition. 1 Estimates, • force, army.
Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald, devil hast thou to do with the time of the day? That ever-valiant and approved Scot,
unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes At Holmedon met,
capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour; dials of signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed As by discharge of their artillery,
sun himself a fair bot wench in flame-colour'd And shape of likelihood, the news was told; tafiata ; I see no reason, why thou should'st For he that brought them, in the very heat be so superfluous to demand the time of the And pride of their contention did take horse, day. Uncertain of the issue any way.
Fal. Indeed, you come near me, now,
Hal: K. Hen. Here is a dear and true-industrious for we, that take purses, go by the moon and friend,
seven stars; and not by Phoebus,--he, that Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, wandering knight so fair. And, I pray thee, Stain'd* with the variation of each soil
sweet wag, when thou art king,-as, God save Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours; thy grace,' (majesty, I should say; for grace And he hath brought us smooth and welcome thou wilt have vone, The earl of Douglas is discomfited; (news. P. Hen. What, none ? Ten thousand bold Scots, two-and-twenty Fal. No, by my troth; not so much as will knights,
serve to be prologue to an egg and butter. Balk’dt in their own blood, did Sir Walter see P. Hen. Well, how then? come, roundly, On Holmedon's plains: Of prisoners, Hotspur roundly. Mordake the earl of Fife, and eldest son [took Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art To beaten Douglas; and the earls of Athol, king, let not us, that are squires of the night's Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith.
body, be called thieves of the day's beauty ; let And is not this an honourable spoil ?
us be-Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the A gallant prize ? ha, cousin, is ít not?
shade, minions* of the moon: And let men say, West. In faith,
we be men of good government: being governed It is a conquest for a prince to boast of. as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress K. Ilen. Yea, there thou mak’st me sad, and the moon, under whose countenance wemak'st me sin
steal. in envy that my lord Northumberland
P. Hen. Thou say'st well; and it holds well Should be the father of so blest a son:
too: for the fortune of us, that are the moon's A son, who is the theme of houour's tongue; men, doth ebb and flow like the sea; being Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant; governed as the sea is, by the moon. Als, for Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride: provt, now : A purse of gold most resulutely Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, snatched on Monday night, and most dissoSee riot and dishonour stain the brow (prov'd, lutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with Of my young Harry. O, that it could be swearing-lay by it and spent with cryingThat some night-tripping fairy had exchang'd bring in it now, in as low an ebb as the foot of In cradle-clothes our children where they lay, the ladder: and, by and by, in as high a flow as And call'd mine- Percy, his-Plantagenet! the ridge of the gallows. Then would I have his Harry, and he mine. Fal. By the Lord, thou say'st true, lad. And But let him from my thoughts:-What think is not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet you coz',
wench? Of this young Percy's pride ? the prisoners, P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad Which he in this adventure hath surpriz'd, of the castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most To his own use he keeps; and sends me word, sweet robe of durance? I shall have none but Mordake earl of Fife. Ful. How now, how now, mad wag? what, West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is in thy quips, and ihy quiddities? what a plague Worcester,
have I to do with a butt jerkin? Malevolent to you in all aspects ;7.
P. Hen. Why, what a pox have I to do with Which makes him prunes himself, and bristle my hostess of the tavern? The crest of youth against your dignity. (up ful. Well, thou hast called her to a reckonK. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer ing, many a time and oft.
P. Hen. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy And, for this cause, awhile we must neglect part ? Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.
Fal. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we paid all there. Will hold at Windsor, so inform the lords: P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my But come yourself with speed to us again; coin would stretch; and, where it would not, For more is to be said, and to be done, I have used my credit. Than out of anger can be uttered.
Ful. Yea, and so used it, that were it not here West. I will, my liege.
[Ereunt. apparent that thou art heir apparent,-But, I
pr'ythee, sweet wag, shall there be gallows SCENE 11.- The same.- Another Room in standing in England when thou art king ? and the Palace.
resolution thus fobbed as it is, with the rusty Enter Henry Prince of Wales, and Falstaff. when thou art king, hang a thiet.
crub ot old father antic the law? Do not thou, Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad?
P. Hen. No; thou shalt. P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drink.
Fal. Shall I! O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a ing of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after brave judge. supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon,
P. Hen. Thou judgest false already; I mean, that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and which thou would'st truly know. What the so become a rare hangman.
Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it * Covered with dirt of different colours. + Piled up in a heap.
* Favourites. + Stand still More ae. * Points. Triin, as birds clean their feathers.
The dress of Sheriff's oficer.
jumps with my humour, as well as waiting in , morrow night in Eastcheap; we may do it as the court, I can tell you.
secure as sleep: If you will go, I will stuff P. Hen. For obtaining of suits ?
your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tar. Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suits: whereof ry at home, and be hanged. the hangman hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, Fal. Hear me, Yedward ; if I tarry at home, I am as melancholy as a gib* cat, or a lugged and go not, I'll hang you for going. bear.
Poins. You will, chops ?
Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire P. Hen. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my bagpipe.t
faith. P. Hen. What sayest thou to a hare, or the Ful. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor melancholy of Moor-ditch ?
good fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes; of the blood royal, if thou darest not stand tur and art, indeed, the most comparative, rascal- ten shillings. liest,--sweet young prince,-But, Hal, I pr’y- P. Hen. Well, then once in my days I'll be thee, trouble me no more with vanity. I wouid a mad-cap. to God, thou and I knew where a commodity Fal. Why, that's well said. of good names were to be bought: An old lord P. Hen. Well, come what will, I'll tarry at of the council rated me the other day in the home. street about you, Sir; but I marked him not: Ful. By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when and yet he talked very wisely; but I regarded thou art king. him not : and yet he taked wisely, and in the P. Hen. I care not. street too.
Poins. Sir John, I pr'ythee, leave the prince P. Hen. Thou did’st well; for wisdom cries and me alone; I will lay him down such reaout in the streets, and no man regards it. sons for this adventure, that he shall go.
Fal. ( thou hast damnable iteration :t and Fal. Well, may'st thou have the spirit of perart, indeed, able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast suasion, and he the ears of profiting, that what done much harm upon me, Hal,--God forgive thou speakest may move, and what he hears thee for it! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew may be believed, that the true prince may (for nothing; and now am I, if a man should speak recreation sake,) prove a false thief; for the truly, little better than one of the wicked. I poor abuses of the time want countenance. must give over this life, and I will give it over; Farewell : You shall find me in Eastcheap. by the Lord, an I do not, I am a villain; I'll P. Hen. Farewell, thou latter spring! Farebe damned for never a king's son in Christen- well, All-hallown summer !+ [Exit FALSTAFF. dom.
Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride P. Hen, Where shall we take a purse to with us to-morrow; I have a jest to execute, morrow, Jack?
that I cannot manage alone. Falstatt, Bar Fal. Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one; an dolph, Peto, and Gadshill, shall rob those men I do not, call me villain, and baftleş me.
that we have already way-laid; yourself, and P. Hen. I see a good amendment of life in 1, will not be there and when they have the thee; from praying, to purse-taking.
booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this
head from my shoulders. Enter Poins, at a distance.
P. Hen. But how shall we part from them
in setting forth? Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. them, and appoint them a place of meeting, Poins !-Now shall we know if Gadshill hath wherein it is at ogr pleasure to fail ; and then set a match.|. O, if men were to be saved by will they adventure upon the exploit themmerit, what hole in hell were hot enough for selves: which they shall have no sooner achievhim? This is the most omnipotent villain, that ed, but we'll set upon them. ever cried, Stand, to a true man.
P. Hen. Ay, but, 'tis like, that they will P. Hen. Good morrow, Ned.
know us, by our horses, by our habits, and by Poins. Good morrow, sweet Hal.--- What every other appointment, to be ourselves. says monsieur Remorse? What says Sir John Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see, Sack-and-Sugar? Jack, how agrees the devil I'll tie thein in the wood; our visors we will and thee about thy soul, that thou soldest him change, after we leave them; and, sirrah, I on Good-Friday last, for a cup of Madeira, have cases of buckram for the nonce,i to imand a cold capon's leg?
mask our noted outward garments. P. Hen. Sir John stands to his word, the P. Hen. But, I doubt, they will be too hard devil shall have his bargain ; for he was never for us. yet a breaker of proverbs, he will give the devil Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them his due.
to be as true-bred cowards as ever turned back; Poins. Then art thou damned for keeping thy and for the third, if he fight longer than he word with the devil.
sees reason, I'll forswear arms. The virtue of P. Hen. Else he had been damned for cozen- this jest will be, the incomprehensible lies that ing the devil.
this same fat rogue will tell us, when we meet Poins. But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow at supper: how thirty, at least, he fought morning, by four o'clock, early at Gadshill: with ; what wards, what blows, what extremiThere are pilgrims going to Canterbury with ties he endured ; and, in the reproof ø of this, rich offerings, and traders riding to London lies the jest. with fat purses: I havevisors** for you all, you P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee; provide us all have horses for yourselves; Gadshill lies to things necessary, and meet me to-morrow night night in Rochester; I have bespoke supper to- in Eastcheap, there I'll sup. Farewell. * Gib cat, should be lib cat,-a Scotch term at this day
* The value of a coin called real or roya!. for a gelded cat. + Croak of a frog.
+ Fine weather at All-hallown-tide, i. c. All Saints t Citation of holy texts. Treat me with ignominy. Nov, 1st,) is called a All-hallown summer. Made an appointment. 1 Honest.
Poins. Farewell, my word. [Exit Poins. He was perfumed like a milliner; P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held uphold
A pouncet-box,* which ever and anon The unyok'd humour of your idleness : He gave his nose, and took't away again ;Yet herein will I imitate the sun;
Who, therewith angry, when it next came Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
(talk'd; To smother up his beauty from the world, Took it in snuff:-and still he smil'd, and That, when he please again to be himselt, And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, He call'd thein-untaught knaves, unmannerBy breaking through ihe foul and ugly mists To bring a slovenly unhandsomne corse [ly, Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him. Betwixt the wind and his nobility. If all the year were playing holidays,
With many holiday and lady terms To sport would be as tedions as to work;. He question'd me; among the rest demanded But, when they seldom come, they wish'd-for My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf. coine,
I then, all smarting, with my wounds being And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. To be so pester'd with a popinjay,t [cold, So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, Out of my grief : and my impatience, And pay the debt I never promised,
Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what; By how much better than my word I am, He should, or he should not;—for he made me By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ;*
mad, And, like bright metal on a sullent ground, To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman, Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes, Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
the mark!) I'll so offend, to make offence a skill;
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Redeeming time, when men think least I will. Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise;
[Exit. And that it was great pity, so it was,
That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd SCENE III.-The same. Another Room in the Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Pulace.
Which many a good tallş fellow had destroy'd Enter King Henry, NORTHUMBERLAND, WOR-He would himself have been a soldier.
So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns, CESTER, Hotspur, Sir Walter Blunt, und This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord, others.
I answer'd indirectly, as I said; K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and And, I beseech you, let not this report Unapt to stir at these indignities, (temperate, Come current for an accusation, And you have found me; for accordingly, Betwixt my love and your high majesty. You iread upon my patience: but, be sure, Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good I will from henceforth rather be myself, Mighty, and to be fear’d, than my condition;t Whatever Harry Percy then bath said, Which hath been sinooth as oil, soit as young To such a person, and in such a place,
At such a time, with all the rest re-told, And therefore lost that title of respect, May reasonably die, and never rise Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the To do him wrong, or any way impeach proud.
What then he said, so he unsay ii now. Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisondeserves
But with proviso, and exception, [ers; The scourge of greatness to be used on it; That we,' at our own charge, shall ransom And that same greatness too which our own
straight Have holp to make so portly.
[hands His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer; North. My lord, —
Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I see The lives of those that he did lead to fight danger
Against the great magician, damn'd GlenAnd disobedience in thine eye: 0, Sir,
(March Your presence is too bold and peremptory, Whose daughter, as we hear, the earl of And majesty might never yet endure
Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then The moody frontierý of a servant brow. (need Be emptied, to redeem a traitor home? You have good leavell to leave us; when we Shall we buy treason? and indent|| with fears, Your use and counsel, we shall send for when they have lost and forfeited themselves? you.
[Exit WORCESTER. No, on the barren mountains let him starve; Yon were about to speak. [To North. For I shall never hold that man my friend,
North. Yea, my good lord. [manded, Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost
Needs no more but one tongue for all those Is guilty of this fault, and not my son.
[took, Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. Those mouthed wounds, which valianily he But, I renieniber, when the light was done, Wlien on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, In single opposition, hand to hand, Breathless and taint, leaning upon my sword He did confound the best part of an hour Came there a certain Jord, neat, irimly dress’d, In changing hardiment** with great Glendor. Fresh as a bridegroom; and lischun, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest home;
* A small box for musk or other perfumes. Expectations.
i lain Foredras.
į Brave. Ready assent.
il Sign an indenture. Expend ** Hardines
Three times they breath'd, and three times did That wish'd him on the barren mountains they drink,
starv'd. Upon agreement, of swist Severn's flood; But shall it be, that you,—that set the crown Who then, atlrighted with their bloody looks, Upon the licad of this forgetful man; Ran fearfully ainong the trembling reeds, And, for his sake, wear the detested blot And hid his crisp* head in the hollow bank, Of murd'rous subordination,-shall it be, Blood-stained with these valiart coinbatants. That yon a world of curses undergo; Never did bare and rotten policy
Being the agents, or base second means, Colour her working with such deadly wounds; The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?--Nor never could the noble Mortimer
O, pardon me, that I descend so low, Receive so many, and all willingly:
To show the line, and the predicament, Then let him not be slander'd with revolt. Wherein you range under this subtle king. K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days. dost belie him,
Or fill up chronicles in time to come, Jie never did encounter with Glendower; That men of your nobility and power, I tell thee,
Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,He durst as well have met the devil alone, As both of you, God pardon it! have done,As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose, Art not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth And plant this thorn, this canker,* Boling. Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer :
(ken, Send me your prisoners with the speediest And shall it, in more shame, be further spomeans,
That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook off Or you shall hear in such a kind from me By him, for whom these shames ye underwent? As will displease you.-My lord Northumber. No; yet time serves, wherein you may redeem land,
Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves We license your departure with your son :- Into the good thoughts of the world again : Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it. Revenge the jeering, and disdain'dt contempt,
[Excunt King HENRY, Blunt, and Train. Of this proud king; who studies, day and Hot. And if the devil come and roar for To answer all the debt he owes to you, (oight, them,
Even with the bloody payment of your deaths. I will not send them :-I will after straight, Therefore, I say, And tell him so; for I will ease my heart, Wor. Peace, cousin, say no more : Although it be with hazard of my head. And now I will unclasp a secret book, North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and And to your quick-conceiving discontents pause awhile;
I'll read you matter deep and dangerous; Here comes your uncle.
As full of peril, and advent'rous 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 siuk Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul Send danger from the east unto the west;
swim: Want mercy, if I do not join with him : Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins,
So honour cross it from the north to south, And shed my dear blood drop by drop i'the And let them grapple ;--0! the blood more
[stirs, But I will litt the down-trod Mortimer (dust, To rouse a lion, than to start a hare. As high i'the air as this unthankful king,
North. Imagination of some great exploit As this ingrater and canker'd Bolingbroke.
Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. North. Brother, the king hath made your ne
Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy phew mad. [To WORCESTER. leap,
(moon; Wor. Who struck this heat up, after I was
To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd
Or dive unto the bottom of the deep, gone? And when I urg'd the ransom once again Seri And pluck up drowned honour by the locks; Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prison- Where fathom-line could never touch the
ground, of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd So he, that Joth redeem her thence, might
pale; And on my face he turn'd an eye of death,
Without corrival,: all her dignities : [wear, Trembling even at the name of Mortimer. But out upon this half-tac'd fellowship! Wor. cannot blame him: Was he not pro
Wor. He apprehends a world of figuresi claini'd,
here, By Richard that dead is, the next of blood ?
But not the form of what he should attend.North. He was; I heard the proclamation :
Good cousin, give me audience for a while. And then it was, when the unhappy king
Hot. I cry you mercy; (Whose wrongs in us God pardon !) did set
Wor. Those same noble Scots, Upon his Irish expedition;
That are your prisoners, From whence be, intercepted, did return
Hot. I'll keep them all; To be depos’d, and shortly, murdered.
By heaven be shall not have a Scot of them: Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not: wide mouth
I'll keep them, by this hand.
Wor. You start away,
Those prisoners you shall keep.
Hot. Nay, I will; that's flai:Heir to the crown?
He said, he would not ransom Mortimer: North. He did ; myself did hear it.
Forbade my tongue to speak of Mortimer; Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin But I will find bim when he lies asleep, king,
And in his ear l'll holla-Mortimer!
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