My shames redoubled! for the time will come, Yea, even the slightest worship of his time, K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this! Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust herein. Enter BLUNT. How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed. K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day, SCENE III.-Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's Head Tavern. Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH. Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this last action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown: I am wither'd like an old apple-John. Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some fliking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horse. The inside of a church! Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me. Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long. Fal. Why, there is it.-Come, sing me a bawdy song; make me merry. I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough: swore little; diced not above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house not above once in a quarter-of an hour; paid money that I borrowed three or four times; lived well, and in good compass; and now I live out of all order, out of all compass. Bard. Why, you are so fat, sir John, that you must needs be out of all compass; out of all reasonable compass, sir John. Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my Bonds.- Part.- Intelligence." Feeds him fat," i. e., feeds himself fat. The "apple John" is a species of apple that will keep two years.-Liking," i. e., condition; plight of body. life. Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern not in the poop,-but 'tis in the nose of thee: thou art the knight of the burning lamp. Bard. Why, sir John, my face does you no harm. Fal. No; I'll be sworn, I make as good use of it as many a man doth of a death's head, or a memento mori: I never see thy face, but I think upon hellfire, and Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his robes, burning, burning. If thou wert any way given to virtue, I would swear by thy face: my oath should be, By this fire, that's God's angel: but thou art altogether given over, and wert, indeed, but for the light in thy face, the son of utter darkness. When thou ran'st up Gadshill in the night to catch my horse, if I did not think thou hadst been an ignis fatuus, or a ball of wildfire, there's no purchase in money. O! thou art a perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light. Thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt tavern and tavern: but the sack that thou hast drunk me, would have bought me lights as good cheap, at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have maintained that salamander of yours with fire any time this two and thirty years: God reward me for it! Bard. 'Sblood! I would my face were in your belly. Fal. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heartburned. Enter Hostess. How now, dame Partlet the 'hen? have you inquired yet who picked my pocket? Host. Why, sir John, what do you think, sir John? Do you think I keep thieves in my house? I have searched, I have inquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy by boy, servant by servant: the tithe of a hair was never lost in my house before. Fal. You lie, hostess: Bardolph was shaved, and lost many a hair; and I'll be sworn, my pocket was picked. Go to, you are a woman; go. Host. Who I? No. I defy thee: God's light! I was never called so in mine own house before. Fal. Go to; I know you well enough. Host. No, sir John; you do not know me, sir John: I know you, sir John: you owe me money, sir John, and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it. I bought you a dozen of shirts to your back. Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them. Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, sir John, for your diet, and by-drinkings, and money lent you, four and twenty pound. Fal. He had his part of it: let him pay. Host. He? alas! he is poor: he hath nothing. Fal. How! poor? look upon his face; what call you rich? let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks. I'll not pay a denier. What, will you make a 'younker of me? shall I not take mine ease in mine inn, but I shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a scal-ring of my grandfather's, worth forty mark. Host. O Jesu! I have heard the prince tell him, I know not how oft, that that ring was copper. Fal. How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup; 'Sblood! an he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog, if he would say so. Admiral's ship.-"As good cheap," i. e., at as good a bar. gain." Dame Partlet" is the name of the hen in the story. book of Reynard the Fox.- Coarse linen, Dupe.-"A Jack," i, e., a mean fellow. Enter Prince HENRY and Poins, marching. FALSTAFF meets the Prince, playing on his truncheon, like a fife. Fal. How now, lad! is the wind in that door, i' faith? must we all march? Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate-fashion? P. Hen. What sayest thou, mistress Quickly? How does thy husband? I love him well: he is an honest man. Host. Good my lord, hear me. Fal. Pr'ythee let her alone, and list to me. Fal. The other night I fell asleep, here, behind the arras, and had my pocket picked: this house is turned bawdy-house; they pick pockets. P. Hen. What didst thou lose, Jack? Fal. Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds of forty pound a-piece, and a seal ring of my grandfather's. P. Hen. A trifle; some eight-penny matter. Host. So I told him, my lord; and I said I heard your grace say so: and, my lord, he speaks most vilely of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is, and said, he would cudgel you. P. Hen. What! he did not? Host. There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else. Fal. There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune; nor no more truth in thee, than in a drawn fox; and for womanhood, maid Marian may be the deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing, go. Host. Say, what thing? what thing? Fal. What thing? why, a thing to thank God on. Host. I am nothing to thank God on, I would thou should'st know it: I am an honest man's wife; and, setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to call me so. Fal. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say otherwise. Host. Say, what beast, thou knave thou? P. Hen. An otter, sir John: why an otter? Fal. Why? she's neither fish nor flesh; a man knows not where to have her. Host. Thou art an unjust man in saying so: thou or any man knows where to have me, thou knave thou! P. Hen. Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly. Host. So he doth you, my lord; and said this other day, you ought him a thousand pound. P. Hen. Sirrah! do I owe you a thousand pound? Fal. A thousand pound, Hal! a million: thy love is worth a million; thou owest me thy love. Host. Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said he would cudgel you. Fal. Did I, Bardolph ? Bard. Indeed, sir John, you said so. Fal. Yea; if he said my ring was copper. P. Hen. I say, 'tis copper: darest thou be as good as thy word now? Fal. Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, I dare; but as thou art prince, I fear thee, as I fear the roaring of the lion's whelp. P. Hen. And why not, as the lion. Fal. The king himself is to be feared as the lion. Dost thou think I'll fear thee as I fear thy father? nay, an I do, I pray God, my girdle break! A "drawn fox" is a hunted for, or one drawn from his cover." Maid Marian" was a man dressed like a woman; a character in the ancient morris-dance. - Owed. P. Hen. O! if it should, how would thy guts fall about thy knees! But, sirrah, there's no room for faith, truth, nor honesty, in this bosom of thine; it is filled up with guts and midriff. Charge an honest woman with picking thy pocket! Why, thou whoreson, impudent, embossed rascal, if there were any thing in thy pocket but tavern reckonings, memorandums of bawdy-houses, and one poor penny-worth of sugar-candy to make thee long winded; pocket were enriched with any other injuries but these, I am a villain: and yet you will stand to it; you will not pocket up wrong. Art thou not ashamed? thy Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest in the state of innocency, Adam fell; and what should poor Jack Falstaff do, in the days of villainy? Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and there fore more frailty. You confess, then, you picked my pocket? P. Hen. It appears so by the story. Fal. Hostess, I forgive thee. Go, make ready breakfast; love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy guests: thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason: thou seest, I am pacified.-Still? -Nay, pr'ythee begone. [Exit Hostess.] Now, Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery, lad,-how is that answered? P. Hen. O! my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to thee.-The money is paid back again. Fal. O! I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double labor. P. Hen. I am good friends with my father, and may do any thing. Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thon dost, and do it with unwashed hands too. Bard. Do, my lord. P. Hen. I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot. Fal. I would, it had been of horse. Where shall I find one that can steal well? O! for a fine thief, of the age of two-and-twenty, or thereabouts! I am heinously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for these rebels; they offend none but the virtuous: I laud them, I praise them. P. Hen. Bardolph! Bard. My lord. [caster, P. Hen. Go bear this letter to lord John of LanTo my brother John; this to my lord of Westmoreland. Go, Poins, to horse, to horse! for thou, and I, [Exeunt Prince, Poins, and BARDOLPH. Fal. Rare words! brave world!-Hostess, my breakfast; come. O! I could wish this tavern were my drum. [Exil. ACT IV. SCENE I.-The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury. Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, and DOUGLAS. Hot. Well said, my noble Scot: if speaking truth, In this fine age were not thought flattery, d Swollen; puffy. Mess. His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord. And think, how such an apprehension Hot. If we, You strain too far. I, rather, of his absence make this use:- Enter Sir RICHARD VERNON. Hot. My cousin Vernon! welcome, by my soul. Wor. I would the state of time had first been whole, The earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong, Ere he by sickness had been visited: His health was never better worth than now. [infect Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us. Doug. 'Faith, and so we should, A comfort of retirement lives in this. If that the devil and mischance look big Upon the maidenhead of our affairs. Is marching hitherwards; with him, prince John. Ver. And witch the world with noble horsemanship. This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come; Wor. But yet, I would your father had been here. Against the bosom of the prince of Wales: The quality and hair of our attempt By some, "The Douglas" is an expression applied by way of preeminence, to the head of the Douglas family.— Disdain."Beard him," i. e., oppose him face to face.-d Forces."Removed," i. e., whose interest is remote.-' Fainting; flagging Informed.— A "main" is a hand at dice.- Limit, Whereas.-1" Retirement," i. e., a support to which we may retire or fall back. Complexion; character. Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse, Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corse.— Wor. Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound. Forty let it be: Doug. Talk not of dying: I am out of fear Of death, or death's hand, for this one half year. [Exeunt. SCENE II-A public Road, near Coventry. Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH. of Westmoreland, I cry you mercy: I thought your honor had already been at Shrewsbury. West. 'Faith, sir John, 'tis more than time that I were there and you too; but my powers are there already. The king, I can tell you, looks for us all: we must away all night. Fal. Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream. P. Hen. I think, to steal cream indeed; for thy theft hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack; whose fellows are these that come after? Fal. Mine, Hal, mine. P. Hen. I did never see such pitiful rascals. Fal. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry: fill powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit, as well me a bottle of sack. Our soldiers shall march Bard. Will you give me money, captain? Bard. This bottle makes an angel. Fal. An if it do, take it for thy labor; and if it make twenty, take them all, I'll answer the coinage. Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at the town's end. Bard. I will, captain: farewell. [Exit. Fal. If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably. I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I pressed me none but good householders, yeomen's sons: inquired me out contracted bachelors, such as had been asked twice on the bans; such a commodity of warm slaves, as had as lief hear the devil as a drum; such as fear the report of a caliver, worse than a struck fowl, or a hurt wild-duck. I pressed me none but such toasts and butter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger than pins' heads, and they have brought out their services; and now my whole charge consists of ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked his sores; and such as, indeed, were never soldiers, but discarded unjust serving men, younger sons to younger brothers, revolted tapsters, and ostlers trade-fallen; the cankers of a calm world, and a long peace; ten times more dishonorable ragged than an old pieced 'ancient: and such have I, to fill up the rooms of them that have bought out their services, that you would think that I had a hundred and fifty tattered prodigals, lately come from swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. A mad fellow met me on the way, and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets, and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat-nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for, indeed, I had the most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company: and the half shirt is two napkins, tacked together, and thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my host at St. Albans, or the red nosed inn-keeper of Daventry. But that's all one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge. Enter Prince HENRY and WESTMORELAND. P. Hen. How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt! Fal. What, Hal! how now, mad wag! what a devil dost thou in Warwickshire ?-My good lord a "Take a muster," i. e., count our forces. The "angel" was a coin rated at ten shillings. The "gurnet" was a mean fish.-d Gun.- Londoners and cockneys were reproached as caters of buttered toasts.- Standard.- Fetters. as better: tush, man, mortal men, mortal men. Fal. 'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had that and for their bareness, I am sure, they never learned that of me. P. Hen. No, I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on the ribs, bare. But, sirrah, make haste: Percy is already in the field. Fal. What, is the king encamped? West. He is, sir John: I fear we shall stay too long. [feast, To the latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury. Hot. We'll fight with him to-night. Hot. You do not counsel well. You speak it out of fear, and a cold heart. Yea, or to-night. Hot. To-night, say I. Content. Come, come, it may not be. I wonder much, Hot. So are the horses of the enemy, Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours: [The Trumpet sounds a parley. "To toss," i. e., to toss upon a pike.-"Leading,” i. e., experience in the conduct of armies. Enter Sir WALTER BLUNT. Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king, If you vouchsafe me hearing and respect. Hot. Welcome, sir Walter Blunt; and would to God You were of our determination! Some of us love you well; and even those some Blunt. And God defend but still I should stand so, So long as out of limit and true rule, You stand against anointed majesty. b But, to my charge.-The king hath sent to know He bids you name your griefs, and with all speed, Hot. The king is kind; and, well we know, the king с Knows at what time to promise, when to pay. Made to my father, while his blood was poor, Indeed his king) to be 'engag'd in Wales, Too indirect for long-continuance. Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king? Hot. Not so, sir Walter: we'll withdraw awhile. Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd Some surety for a safe return again, And in the morning early shall mine uncle Bring him our purposes; and so farewell. Blunt. I would you would accept of grace and Hot. And, may be, so we shall. Blunt. [love. 'Pray God you do! [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-York. A Room in the Archbishop's House. Enter the Archbishop of YORK, and Sir MICHAEL. Arch. Hie, good sir Michael; bear this sealed h brief, With winged haste to the lord marshal: I guess their tenor. Arch. I fear, the power of Percy is too weak [Percy, Sir M. Why, my good lord, you need not fear; There is Douglas, and lord Mortimer. Arch. No, Mortimer is not there. Sir M. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord Harry And there's my lord of Worcester; and a head Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen. Arch. And so there is; but yet the king hath drawn The special head of all the land together: The prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster, The noble Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt, And many more corrivals, and dear men Of estimation and command in arms. [pos'd. Sir M. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well opArch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear; And, to prevent the worst, sir Michael, speed; For, if lord Percy thrive not, ere the king Then, to the point. Dismiss his power he means to visit us, In short time after he depos'd the king; Fellowship; fraternity. Grievances.-"His livery," 1. e, the delivery of his lands.-d "The more and less," i. e., the greater and the less. Taxed. For he hath heard of our confederacy, [Exeunt. "Engaged," i. e., pledged as a hostage.- "This head," i. e., this armed force.- Letter. "A rated sinew," i. e., a strength on which we reckoned, |
