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King Henry the Fourth, Part I

 Prince of Wales	(PRINCE HENRY:)	|
 		| sons of the King
 JOHN of Lancaster	(LANCASTER:)	|
 HENRY PERCY	Earl of Northumberland. (NORTHUMBERLAND:)
 HENRY PERCY	surnamed HOTSPUR, his son. (HOTSPUR:)
 ARCHIBALD	Earl of Douglas. (DOUGLAS:)
 SIR MICHAEL	a friend to the Archbishop of York.
 FRANCIS	a waiter.
 LADY PERCY	wife to Hotspur, and sister to Mortimer.
 LADY MORTIMER	daughter to Glendower,
 	and wife to Mortimer.
 MISTRESS QUICKLY	hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap. (Hostess:)
 	Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain,
 	Drawers, two Carriers, Travellers, Attendants,
 	and an Ostler.
 	(First Carrier:)
 	(Second Carrier:)
 	(First Traveller:)
 SCENE	England.
 SCENE I	London. The palace.
 KING HENRY IV	So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
 	Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,
 	And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
 	To be commenced in strands afar remote.
 	No more the thirsty entrance of this soil
 	Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood;
 	Nor more shall trenching war channel her fields,
 	Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs
 	Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes,
 	Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven,
 	All of one nature, of one substance bred,
 	Did lately meet in the intestine shock
 	And furious close of civil butchery
 	Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks,
 	March all one way and be no more opposed
 	Against acquaintance, kindred and allies:
 	The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,
 	No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,
 	As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,
 	Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
 	We are impressed and engaged to fight,
 	Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;
 	Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb
 	To chase these pagans in those holy fields
 	Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet
 	Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd
 	For our advantage on the bitter cross.
 	But this our purpose now is twelve month old,
 	And bootless 'tis to tell you we will go:
 	Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear
 	Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,
 	What yesternight our council did decree
 	In forwarding this dear expedience.
 WESTMORELAND	My liege, this haste was hot in question,
 	And many limits of the charge set down
 	But yesternight: when all athwart there came
 	A post from Wales loaden with heavy news;
 	Whose worst was, that the noble Mortimer,
 	Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
 	Against the irregular and wild Glendower,
 	Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken,
 	A thousand of his people butchered;
 	Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse,
 	Such beastly shameless transformation,
 	By those Welshwomen done as may not be
 	Without much shame retold or spoken of.
 KING HENRY IV	It seems then that the tidings of this broil
 	Brake off our business for the Holy Land.
 WESTMORELAND	This match'd with other did, my gracious lord;
 	For more uneven and unwelcome news
 	Came from the north and thus it did import:
 	On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there,
 	Young Harry Percy and brave Archibald,
 	That ever-valiant and approved Scot,
 	At Holmedon met,
 	Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour,
 	As by discharge of their artillery,
 	And shape of likelihood, the news was told;
 	For he that brought them, in the very heat
 	And pride of their contention did take horse,
 	Uncertain of the issue any way.
 KING HENRY IV	Here is a dear, a true industrious friend,
 	Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse.
 	Stain'd with the variation of each soil
 	Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours;
 	And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news.
 	The Earl of Douglas is discomfited:
 	Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights,
 	Balk'd in their own blood did Sir Walter see
 	On Holmedon's plains. Of prisoners, Hotspur took
 	Mordake the Earl of Fife, and eldest son
 	To beaten Douglas; and the Earl of Athol,
 	Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith:
 	And is not this an honourable spoil?
 	A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not?
 	It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.
 KING HENRY IV	Yea, there thou makest me sad and makest me sin
 	In envy that my Lord Northumberland
 	Should be the father to so blest a son,
 	A son who is the theme of honour's tongue;
 	Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant;
 	Who is sweet Fortune's minion and her pride:
 	Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him,
 	See riot and dishonour stain the brow
 	Of my young Harry. O that it could be proved
 	That some night-tripping fairy had exchanged
 	In cradle-clothes our children where they lay,
 	And call'd mine Percy, his Plantagenet!
 	Then would I have his Harry, and he mine.
 	But let him from my thoughts. What think you, coz,
 	Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners,
 	Which he in this adventure hath surprised,
 	To his own use he keeps; and sends me word,
 	I shall have none but Mordake Earl of Fife.
 WESTMORELAND	This is his uncle's teaching; this is Worcester,
 	Malevolent to you in all aspects;
 	Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up
 	The crest of youth against your dignity.
 KING HENRY IV	But I have sent for him to answer this;
 	And for this cause awhile we must neglect
 	Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.
 	Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we
 	Will hold at Windsor; so inform the lords:
 	But come yourself with speed to us again;
 	For more is to be said and to be done
 	Than out of anger can be uttered.
 WESTMORELAND	I will, my liege.
 SCENE II	London. An apartment of the Prince's.
 FALSTAFF	Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad?
 PRINCE HENRY	Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack
 	and unbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping upon
 	benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to
 	demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know.
 	What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the
 	day? Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes
 	capons and clocks the tongues of bawds and dials the
 	signs of leaping-houses and the blessed sun himself
 	a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta, I see no
 	reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand
 	the time of the day.
 FALSTAFF	Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that take
 	purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not
 	by Phoebus, he,'that wandering knight so fair.' And,
 	I prithee, sweet wag, when thou art king, as, God
 	save thy grace,--majesty I should say, for grace
 	thou wilt have none,--
 PRINCE HENRY	What, none?
 FALSTAFF	No, by my troth, not so much as will serve to
 	prologue to an egg and butter.
 PRINCE HENRY	Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly.
 FALSTAFF	Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not
 	us that are squires of the night's body be called
 	thieves of the day's beauty: let us be Diana's
 	foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the
 	moon; and let men say we be men of good government,
 	being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and
 	chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.
 PRINCE HENRY	Thou sayest well, and it holds well too; for the
 	fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and
 	flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is,
 	by the moon. As, for proof, now: a purse of gold
 	most resolutely snatched on Monday night and most
 	dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with
 	swearing 'Lay by' and spent with crying 'Bring in;'
 	now in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder
 	and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows.
 FALSTAFF	By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. And is not my
 	hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?
 PRINCE HENRY	As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle. And
 	is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance?
 FALSTAFF	How now, how now, mad wag! what, in thy quips and
 	thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a
 	buff jerkin?
 PRINCE HENRY	Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern?
 FALSTAFF	Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many a
 	time and oft.
 PRINCE HENRY	Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part?
 FALSTAFF	No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there.
 PRINCE HENRY	Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch;
 	and where it would not, I have used my credit.
 FALSTAFF	Yea, and so used it that were it not here apparent
 	that thou art heir apparent--But, I prithee, sweet
 	wag, shall there be gallows standing in England when
 	thou art king? and resolution thus fobbed as it is
 	with the rusty curb of old father antic the law? Do
 	not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief.
 PRINCE HENRY	No; thou shalt.
 FALSTAFF	Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave judge.
 PRINCE HENRY	Thou judgest false already: I mean, thou shalt have
 	the hanging of the thieves and so become a rare hangman.
 FALSTAFF	Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with my
 	humour as well as waiting in the court, I can tell
 PRINCE HENRY	For obtaining of suits?
 FALSTAFF	Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the hangman
 	hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as melancholy
 	as a gib cat or a lugged bear.
 PRINCE HENRY	Or an old lion, or a lover's lute.
 FALSTAFF	Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe.
 PRINCE HENRY	What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy of
 FALSTAFF	Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art indeed
 	the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young
 	prince. But, Hal, I prithee, 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.
 PRINCE HENRY	Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the
 	streets, and no man regards it.
 FALSTAFF	O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed able
 	to corrupt a 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, and I do not, I am a villain:
 	I'll be damned for never a king's son in
 PRINCE HENRY	Where shall we take a purse tomorrow, Jack?
 FALSTAFF	'Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an I
 	do not, call me villain and baffle me.
 PRINCE HENRY	I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying
 	to purse-taking.
 FALSTAFF	Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a
 	man to labour in his vocation.
 	[Enter POINS]
 	Poins! Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a
 	match. O, if men were to be saved by merit, what
 	hole in hell were hot enough for him? This is the
 	most omnipotent villain that ever cried 'Stand' to
 	a true man.
 PRINCE HENRY	Good morrow, Ned.
 POINS	Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse?
 	what says Sir John Sack and Sugar? Jack! how
 	agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that thou
 	soldest him on Good-Friday last for a cup of Madeira
 	and a cold capon's leg?
 PRINCE HENRY	Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall have
 	his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of
 	proverbs: he will give the devil his due.
 POINS	Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil.
 PRINCE HENRY	Else he had been damned for cozening the devil.
 POINS	But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by four
 	o'clock, early at Gadshill! there are pilgrims going
 	to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders
 	riding to London with fat purses: I have vizards
 	for you all; you have horses for yourselves:
 	Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester: I have bespoke
 	supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap: we may do it
 	as secure as sleep. If you will go, I will stuff
 	your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry
 	at home and be hanged.
 FALSTAFF	Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go not,
 	I'll hang you for going.
 POINS	You will, chops?
 FALSTAFF	Hal, wilt thou make one?
 PRINCE HENRY	Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith.
 FALSTAFF	There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good
 	fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood
 	royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings.
 PRINCE HENRY	Well then, once in my days I'll be a madcap.
 FALSTAFF	Why, that's well said.
 PRINCE HENRY	Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home.
 FALSTAFF	By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou art king.
 PRINCE HENRY	I care not.
 POINS	Sir John, I prithee, leave the prince and me alone:
 	I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure
 	that he shall go.
 FALSTAFF	Well, God give thee the spirit of persuasion and him
 	the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest may
 	move and what he hears may be believed, that the
 	true prince may, for recreation sake, prove a false
 	thief; for the poor abuses of the time want
 	countenance. Farewell: you shall find me in Eastcheap.
 PRINCE HENRY	Farewell, thou latter spring! farewell, All-hallown summer!
 	[Exit Falstaff]
 POINS	Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us
 	to-morrow: I have a jest to execute that I cannot
 	manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto and Gadshill
 	shall rob those men that we have already waylaid:
 	yourself and I will not be there; and when they
 	have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut
 	this head off from my shoulders.
 PRINCE HENRY	How shall we part with them in setting forth?
 POINS	Why, we will set forth before or after them, and
 	appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at
 	our pleasure to fail, and then will they adventure
 	upon the exploit themselves; which they shall have
 	no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon them.
 PRINCE HENRY	Yea, but 'tis like that they will know us by our
 	horses, by our habits and by every other
 	appointment, to be ourselves.
 POINS	Tut! our horses they shall not see: I'll tie them
 	in the wood; our vizards we will change after we
 	leave them: and, sirrah, I have cases of buckram
 	for the nonce, to immask our noted outward garments.
 PRINCE HENRY	Yea, but I doubt they will be too hard for us.
 POINS	Well, for two of them, I know them to be as
 	true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for the
 	third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll
 	forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the
 	incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will
 	tell us when we meet at supper: how thirty, at
 	least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what
 	extremities he endured; and in the reproof of this
 	lies the jest.
 PRINCE HENRY	Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all things
 	necessary and meet me to-morrow night in Eastcheap;
 	there I'll sup. Farewell.
 POINS	Farewell, my lord.
 	[Exit Poins]
 PRINCE HENRY	I know you all, and will awhile uphold
 	The unyoked humour of your idleness:
 	Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
 	Who doth permit the base contagious 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 come,
 	And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
 	So, when this loose behavior 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'll so offend, to make offence a skill;
 	Redeeming time when men think least I will.
 SCENE III	London. The palace.
 	SIR WALTER BLUNT, with others]
 KING HENRY IV	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.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves
 	The scourge of greatness to be used on it;
 	And that same greatness too which our own hands
 	Have holp to make so portly.
 KING HENRY IV	Worcester, get thee gone; for I do 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 need
 	Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.
 	[Exit Worcester]
 	You were about to speak.
 	[To North]
 NORTHUMBERLAND	Yea, my good lord.
 	Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded,
 	Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
 	Were, as he says, not with such strength denied
 	As is deliver'd to your majesty:
 	Either envy, therefore, or misprison
 	Is guilty of this fault and not my son.
 HOTSPUR	My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
 	But 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, and trimly 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
 	A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
 	He gave his nose and took't away again;
 	Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
 	Took it in snuff; and still he smiled and talk'd,
 	And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
 	He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
 	To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
 	Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
 	With many holiday and lady terms
 	He question'd me; amongst the rest, demanded
 	My prisoners in your majesty's behalf.
 	I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
 	To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
 	Out of my grief and my impatience,
 	Answer'd neglectingly I know not what,
 	He should or he should not; for he made me mad
 	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,
 	This villanous salt-petre should be digg'd
 	Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
 	Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
 	So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
 	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 his report
 	Come current for an accusation
 	Betwixt my love and your high majesty.
 SIR WALTER BLUNT	The circumstance consider'd, good my lord,
 	Whate'er Lord Harry Percy then had said
 	To such a person and in such a place,
 	At such a time, with all the rest retold,
 	May reasonably die and never rise
 	To do him wrong or any way impeach
 	What then he said, so he unsay it now.
 KING HENRY IV	Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners,
 	But with proviso and exception,
 	That we at our own charge shall ransom straight
 	His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer;
 	Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd
 	The lives of those that he did lead to fight
 	Against that great magician, damn'd Glendower,
 	Whose daughter, as we hear, the Earl of March
 	Hath lately married. Shall our coffers, then,
 	Be emptied to redeem a traitor home?
 	Shall we but treason? and indent with fears,
 	When they have lost and forfeited themselves?
 	No, on the barren mountains let him starve;
 	For I shall never hold that man my friend
 	Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost
 	To ransom home revolted Mortimer.
 HOTSPUR	Revolted Mortimer!
 	He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
 	But by the chance of war; to prove that true
 	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 changing hardiment with great Glendower:
 	Three times they breathed and three times did
 	they drink,
 	Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;
 	Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
 	Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,
 	And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
 	Bloodstained with these valiant combatants.
 	Never did base and rotten policy
 	Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
 	Nor could the noble Mortimer
 	Receive so many, and all willingly:
 	Then let not him be slander'd with revolt.
 KING HENRY IV	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 thou 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 licence your departure with your son.
 	Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.
 	[Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and train]
 HOTSPUR	An 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,
 	Albeit I make a hazard of my head.
 NORTHUMBERLAND	What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile:
 	Here comes your uncle.
 	[Re-enter WORCESTER]
 HOTSPUR	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 I'll empty all these veins,
 	And shed my dear blood drop by drop in the dust,
 	But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer
 	As high in the air as this unthankful king,
 	As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.
 NORTHUMBERLAND	Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	Who struck this heat up after I was gone?
 HOTSPUR	He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners;
 	And when I urged 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.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	I cannot blame him: was not he proclaim'd
 	By Richard that dead is the next of blood?
 NORTHUMBERLAND	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 deposed and shortly murdered.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	And for whose death we in the world's wide mouth
 	Live scandalized and foully spoken of.
 HOTSPUR	But soft, I pray you; did King Richard then
 	Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
 	Heir to the crown?
 NORTHUMBERLAND	He did; myself did hear it.
 HOTSPUR	Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,
 	That wished him on the barren mountains starve.
 	But shall it be that you, that set the crown
 	Upon the head of this forgetful man
 	And for his sake wear the detested blot
 	Of murderous subornation, shall it be,
 	That you a world of curses undergo,
 	Being the agents, or base second means,
 	The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?
 	O, pardon me 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,
 	An plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
 	And shall it in more shame be further spoken,
 	That you 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
 	To answer all the debt he owes to you
 	Even with the bloody payment of your deaths:
 	Therefore, I say--
 EARL OF WORCESTER	                  Peace, cousin, 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 adventurous spirit
 	As to o'er-walk a current roaring loud
 	On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
 HOTSPUR	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,
 	And let them grapple: O, the blood more stirs
 	To rouse a lion than to start a hare!
 NORTHUMBERLAND	Imagination of some great exploit
 	Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.
 HOTSPUR	By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
 	To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,
 	Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
 	Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
 	And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;
 	So he that doth redeem her thence might wear
 	Without corrival, all her dignities:
 	But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
 EARL OF WORCESTER	He apprehends a world of figures here,
 	But not the form of what he should attend.
 	Good cousin, give me audience for a while.
 HOTSPUR	I cry you mercy.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	                  Those same noble Scots
 	That are your prisoners,--
 HOTSPUR	I'll keep them all;
 	By God, he shall not have a Scot of them;
 	No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not:
 	I'll keep them, by this hand.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	You start away
 	And lend no ear unto my purposes.
 	Those prisoners you shall keep.
 HOTSPUR	Nay, I will; that's flat:
 	He said he would not ransom Mortimer;
 	Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer;
 	But I will find him when he lies asleep,
 	And in his ear I'll holla 'Mortimer!'
 	I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
 	Nothing but 'Mortimer,' and give it him
 	To keep his anger still in motion.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	Hear you, cousin; a word.
 HOTSPUR	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 would have him poison'd with a pot of ale.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	Farewell, kinsman: I'll talk to you
 	When you are better temper'd to attend.
 NORTHUMBERLAND	Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
 	Art thou to break into this woman's mood,
 	Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!
 HOTSPUR	Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourged with rods,
 	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 it, it is in Gloucestershire;
 	'Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept,
 	His uncle York; where I first bow'd my knee
 	Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,--
 	When you and he came back from Ravenspurgh.
 NORTHUMBERLAND	At Berkley castle.
 HOTSPUR	You say true:
 	Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
 	This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!
 	Look,'when his infant fortune came to age,'
 	And 'gentle Harry Percy,' and 'kind cousin;'
 	O, the devil take such cozeners! God forgive me!
 	Good uncle, tell your tale; I have done.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	Nay, if you have not, to it again;
 	We will stay your leisure.
 HOTSPUR	I have done, i' faith.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	Then once more to your Scottish prisoners.
 	Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
 	And make the Douglas' son your only mean
 	For powers in Scotland; which, for divers reasons
 	Which I shall send you written, be assured,
 	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 beloved,
 	The archbishop.
 HOTSPUR	Of York, is it not?
 EARL OF WORCESTER	True; who bears hard
 	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.
 HOTSPUR	I smell it: upon my life, it will do well.
 NORTHUMBERLAND	Before the game is afoot, thou still let'st slip.
 HOTSPUR	Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot;
 	And then the power of Scotland and of York,
 	To join with Mortimer, ha?
 EARL OF WORCESTER	And so they shall.
 HOTSPUR	In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	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:
 	And see already how he doth begin
 	To make us strangers to his looks of love.
 HOTSPUR	He does, he does: we'll be revenged on him.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	Cousin, farewell: no further go in this
 	Than I by letters shall direct your course.
 	When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,
 	I'll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer;
 	Where you and Douglas and our powers at once,
 	As I will fashion it, shall happily meet,
 	To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
 	Which now we hold at much uncertainty.
 NORTHUMBERLAND	Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I trust.
 HOTSPUR	Uncle, Adieu: O, let the hours be short
 	Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport!
 SCENE I	Rochester. An inn yard.
 	[Enter a Carrier with a lantern in his hand]
 First Carrier	Heigh-ho! an it 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!
 Ostler	[Within]   Anon, anon.
 First Carrier	I prithee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks
 	in the point; poor jade, is wrung in the withers out
 	of all cess.
 	[Enter another Carrier]
 Second Carrier	Peas and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that
 	is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this
 	house is turned upside down since Robin Ostler died.
 First Carrier	Poor fellow, never joyed since the price of oats
 	rose; it was the death of him.
 Second Carrier	I think this be the most villanous house in all
 	London road for fleas: I am stung like a tench.
 First Carrier	Like a tench! by the mass, there is ne'er a king
 	christen could be better bit than I have been since
 	the first cock.
 Second Carrier	Why, they will allow us ne'er a jordan, and then we
 	leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds
 	fleas like a loach.
 First Carrier	What, ostler! come away and be hanged!
 Second Carrier	I have a gammon of bacon and two razors of ginger,
 	to be delivered as far as Charing-cross.
 First Carrier	God's body! the turkeys in my pannier are quite
 	starved. What, ostler! A plague on thee! hast thou
 	never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An
 	'twere not as good deed as drink, to break the pate
 	on thee, I am a very villain. Come, and be hanged!
 	hast thou no faith in thee?
 	[Enter GADSHILL]
 GADSHILL	Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock?
 First Carrier	I think it be two o'clock.
 GADSHILL	I pray thee lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding
 	in the stable.
 First Carrier	Nay, by God, soft; I know a trick worth two of that, i' faith.
 GADSHILL	I pray thee, lend me thine.
 Second Carrier	Ay, when? can'st tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth
 	he? marry, I'll see thee hanged first.
 GADSHILL	Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?
 Second Carrier	Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant
 	thee. Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the
 	gentleman: they will along with company, for they
 	have great charge.
 	[Exeunt carriers]
 GADSHILL	What, ho! chamberlain!
 Chamberlain	[Within]  At hand, quoth pick-purse.
 GADSHILL	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 layest the plot how.
 	[Enter Chamberlain]
 Chamberlain	Good morrow, Master Gadshill. It 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.
 GADSHILL	Sirrah, if they meet not with Saint Nicholas'
 	clerks, I'll give thee this neck.
 Chamberlain	No, I'll none of it: I pray thee keep that for the
 	hangman; for I know thou worshippest St. Nicholas
 	as truly as a man of falsehood may.
 GADSHILL	What talkest thou to me of the hangman? if I hang,
 	I'll make a fat pair of gallows; for if I hang, old
 	Sir John hangs with me, and thou knowest he is no
 	starveling. Tut! there are other Trojans that thou
 	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 mad 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, zounds,
 	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.
 Chamberlain	What, the commonwealth their boots? will she hold
 	out water in foul way?
 GADSHILL	She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. We
 	steal as in a castle, cocksure; we have the receipt
 	of fern-seed, we walk invisible.
 Chamberlain	Nay, by my faith, I think you are more beholding to
 	the night than to fern-seed for your walking invisible.
 GADSHILL	Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in our
 	purchase, as I am a true man.
 Chamberlain	Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief.
 GADSHILL	Go to; 'homo' is a common name to all men. Bid the
 	ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell,
 	you muddy knave.
 SCENE II	The highway, near Gadshill.
 POINS	Come, shelter, shelter: I have removed Falstaff's
 	horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet.
 PRINCE HENRY	Stand close.
 	[Enter FALSTAFF]
 FALSTAFF	Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins!
 PRINCE HENRY	Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! what a brawling dost
 	thou keep!
 FALSTAFF	Where's Poins, Hal?
 PRINCE HENRY	He is walked up to the top of the hill: I'll go seek him.
 FALSTAFF	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 squier
 	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 hath 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'll starve ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere
 	not as good a deed as drink, to turn true man and to
 	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 it when thieves cannot be true one to another!
 	[They whistle]
 	Whew! A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you
 	rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged!
 PRINCE HENRY	Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close
 	to the ground and list if thou canst hear the tread
 	of travellers.
 FALSTAFF	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?
 PRINCE HENRY	Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.
 FALSTAFF	I prithee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse,
 	good king's son.
 PRINCE HENRY	Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler?
 FALSTAFF	Go, hang thyself in thine 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! I hate it.
 FALSTAFF	So I do, against my will.
 POINS	O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. Bardolph,
 	what news?
 BARDOLPH	Case ye, case ye; on with your vizards: there 's
 	money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going
 	to the king's exchequer.
 FALSTAFF	You lie, ye rogue; 'tis going to the king's tavern.
 GADSHILL	There's enough to make us all.
 FALSTAFF	To be hanged.
 PRINCE HENRY	Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane;
 	Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape
 	from your encounter, then they light on us.
 PETO	How many be there of them?
 GADSHILL	Some eight or ten.
 FALSTAFF	'Zounds, will they not rob us?
 PRINCE HENRY	What, a coward, Sir John Paunch?
 FALSTAFF	Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather;
 	but yet no coward, Hal.
 PRINCE HENRY	Well, we leave that to the proof.
 POINS	Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge:
 	when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him.
 	Farewell, and stand fast.
 FALSTAFF	Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.
 PRINCE HENRY	Ned, where are our disguises?
 POINS	Here, hard by: stand close.
 FALSTAFF	Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I:
 	every man to his business.
 	[Enter the Travellers]
 First Traveller	Come, neighbour: the boy shall lead our horses down
 	the hill; we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease our legs.
 Thieves	Stand!
 Travellers	Jesus bless us!
 FALSTAFF	Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats:
 	ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they
 	hate us youth: down with them: fleece them.
 Travellers	O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever!
 FALSTAFF	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, 'faith.
 	[Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt]
 	[Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS]
 PRINCE HENRY	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 jest for ever.
 POINS	Stand close; I hear them coming.
 	[Enter the Thieves again]
 FALSTAFF	Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse
 	before day. An the Prince and Poins be not two
 	arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's
 	no more valour in that Poins than in a wild-duck.
 PRINCE HENRY	Your money!
 POINS	Villains!
 	[As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set upon
 	them; they all run away; and Falstaff, after a blow
 	or two, runs away too, leaving the booty behind them]
 PRINCE HENRY	Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse:
 	The thieves are all scatter'd and possess'd with fear
 	So strongly that they dare not meet each other;
 	Each takes his fellow for an officer.
 	Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death,
 	And lards the lean earth as he walks along:
 	Were 't not for laughing, I should pity him.
 POINS	How the rogue roar'd!
 SCENE III	Warkworth castle
 	[Enter HOTSPUR, solus, reading a letter]
 HOTSPUR	'But for mine own part, my lord, I could be well
 	contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear
 	your house.' He could be contented: why is he not,
 	then? In respect of the love he bears our house:
 	he shows in this, he loves his own barn better than
 	he loves our house. Let me see some more. 'The
 	purpose you undertake is dangerous;'--why, that's
 	certain: 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to
 	drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this
 	nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. 'The
 	purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you
 	have named uncertain; the time itself unsorted; and
 	your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so
 	great an opposition.' Say you so, say you so? I say
 	unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind, and
 	you lie.  What a lack-brain is this! By the Lord,
 	our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our
 	friends true and constant: a good plot, good
 	friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot,
 	very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is
 	this! Why, my lord of York commends the plot and the
 	general course of action. 'Zounds, an I were now by
 	this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan.
 	Is there not my father, my uncle and myself? lord
 	Edmund Mortimer, My lord of York and Owen Glendower?
 	is there not besides the Douglas? have I not all
 	their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the
 	next month? and are they not some of them set
 	forward already? What a pagan rascal is this! an
 	infidel! Ha! you shall see now in very sincerity
 	of fear and cold heart, will he to the king and lay
 	open all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself
 	and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of
 	skim milk with so honourable an action! Hang him!
 	let him tell the king: we are prepared. I will set
 	forward to-night.
 	[Enter LADY PERCY]
 	How now, Kate! I must leave you within these two hours.
 LADY PERCY	O, my good lord, why are you thus alone?
 	For what offence have I this fortnight been
 	A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?
 	Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee
 	Thy stomach, pleasure and thy golden sleep?
 	Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,
 	And start so often when thou sit'st alone?
 	Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks;
 	And given my treasures and my rights of thee
 	To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy?
 	In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd,
 	And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars;
 	Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
 	Cry 'Courage! to the field!' And thou hast talk'd
 	Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents,
 	Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,
 	Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,
 	Of prisoners' ransom and of soldiers slain,
 	And all the currents of a heady fight.
 	Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war
 	And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep,
 	That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow
 	Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream;
 	And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,
 	Such as we see when men restrain their breath
 	On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these?
 	Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
 	And I must know it, else he loves me not.
 HOTSPUR	What, ho!
 	[Enter Servant]
 	Is Gilliams with the packet gone?
 Servant	He is, my lord, an hour ago.
 HOTSPUR	Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff?
 Servant	One horse, my lord, he brought even now.
 HOTSPUR	What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not?
 Servant	It is, my lord.
 HOTSPUR	                  That roan shall by my throne.
 	Well, I will back him straight: O esperance!
 	Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.
 	[Exit Servant]
 LADY PERCY	But hear you, my lord.
 HOTSPUR	What say'st thou, my lady?
 LADY PERCY	What is it carries you away?
 HOTSPUR	Why, my horse, my love, my horse.
 LADY PERCY	Out, you mad-headed ape!
 	A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen
 	As you are toss'd with. In faith,
 	I'll know your business, Harry, that I will.
 	I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir
 	About his title, and hath sent for you
 	To line his enterprise: but if you go,--
 HOTSPUR	So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.
 LADY PERCY	Come, come, you paraquito, answer me
 	Directly unto this question that I ask:
 	In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,
 	An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.
 	Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not,
 	I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world
 	To play with mammets and to tilt with lips:
 	We must have bloody noses and crack'd crowns,
 	And pass them current too. God's me, my horse!
 	What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou
 	have with me?
 LADY PERCY	Do you not love me? do you not, indeed?
 	Well, do not then; for since you love me not,
 	I will not love myself. Do you not love me?
 	Nay, tell me if you speak in jest or no.
 HOTSPUR	Come, wilt thou see me ride?
 	And when I am on horseback, I will swear
 	I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate;
 	I must not have you henceforth question me
 	Whither I go, nor reason whereabout:
 	Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude,
 	This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.
 	I know you wise, but yet no farther wise
 	Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are,
 	But yet a woman: and for secrecy,
 	No lady closer; for I well believe
 	Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
 	And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.
 LADY PERCY	How! so far?
 HOTSPUR	Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate:
 	Whither I go, thither shall you go too;
 	To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.
 	Will this content you, Kate?
 LADY PERCY	It must of force.
 SCENE IV	The Boar's-Head Tavern, Eastcheap.
 PRINCE HENRY	Ned, prithee, come out of that fat room, and lend me
 	thy hand to laugh a little.
 POINS	Where hast been, Hal?
 PRINCE HENRY	With three or four loggerheads amongst three or four
 	score hogsheads. I have sounded the very
 	base-string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother
 	to a leash of drawers; and can call them all by
 	their christen names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis.
 	They take it already upon their salvation, that
 	though I be but the prince of Wales, yet I am 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, dyeing
 	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 an 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 sweet
 	action. But, sweet Ned,--to sweeten which name of
 	Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped
 	even now into 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 prithee,
 	do thou stand in some by-room, while I question my
 	puny drawer to what end he gave me the sugar; and do
 	thou never leave calling 'Francis,' that his tale
 	to me may be nothing but 'Anon.' Step aside, and
 	I'll show thee a precedent.
 POINS	Francis!
 PRINCE HENRY	Thou art perfect.
 POINS	Francis!
 	[Exit POINS]
 	[Enter FRANCIS]
 FRANCIS	Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the Pomgarnet, Ralph.
 PRINCE HENRY	Come hither, Francis.
 FRANCIS	My lord?
 PRINCE HENRY	How long hast thou to serve, Francis?
 FRANCIS	Forsooth, five years, and as much as to--
 POINS	[Within]  Francis!
 FRANCIS	Anon, anon, sir.
 PRINCE HENRY	Five year! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking
 	of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant
 	as to play the coward with thy indenture and show it
 	a fair pair of heels and run from it?
 FRANCIS	O Lord, sir, I'll be sworn upon all the books in
 	England, I could find in my heart.
 POINS	[Within]  Francis!
 FRANCIS	Anon, sir.
 PRINCE HENRY	How old art thou, Francis?
 FRANCIS	Let me see--about Michaelmas next I shall be--
 POINS	[Within]  Francis!
 FRANCIS	Anon, sir. Pray stay a little, my lord.
 PRINCE HENRY	Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar thou
 	gavest me,'twas a pennyworth, wast't not?
 FRANCIS	O Lord, I would it had been two!
 PRINCE HENRY	I will give thee for it a thousand pound: ask me
 	when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it.
 POINS	[Within]  Francis!
 FRANCIS	Anon, anon.
 PRINCE HENRY	Anon, Francis? No, Francis; but to-morrow, Francis;
 	or, Francis, o' Thursday; or indeed, Francis, when
 	thou wilt. But, Francis!
 FRANCIS	My lord?
 PRINCE HENRY	Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crystal-button,
 	not-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter,
 	smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,--
 FRANCIS	O Lord, sir, who do you mean?
 PRINCE HENRY	Why, then, your brown bastard is your only drink;
 	for look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet
 	will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much.
 FRANCIS	What, sir?
 POINS	[Within]  Francis!
 PRINCE HENRY	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]
 Vintner	What, standest thou still, and hearest such a
 	calling? Look to the guests within.
 	[Exit Francis]
 	My lord, old Sir John, with half-a-dozen more, are
 	at the door: shall I let them in?
 PRINCE HENRY	Let them alone awhile, and then open the door.
 	[Exit Vintner]
 	[Re-enter POINS]
 POINS	Anon, anon, sir.
 PRINCE HENRY	Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at
 	the door: shall we be merry?
 POINS	As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark ye; what
 	cunning match have you made with this jest of the
 	drawer? come, what's the issue?
 PRINCE HENRY	I am now of all humours that have showed themselves
 	humours since the old days of goodman Adam to the
 	pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.
 	[Re-enter FRANCIS]
 	What's o'clock, Francis?
 FRANCIS	Anon, anon, sir.
 PRINCE HENRY	That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a
 	parrot, and yet the son of a woman! His industry is
 	upstairs and downstairs; 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 dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his
 	hands, 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 roan
 	horse a drench,' says he; and answers 'Some
 	fourteen,' an hour after; 'a trifle, a trifle.' I
 	prithee, call in Falstaff: I'll play Percy, and
 	that damned brawn shall play Dame Mortimer his
 	wife. 'Rivo!' says the drunkard. Call in ribs, call in tallow.
 	FRANCIS following with wine]
 POINS	Welcome, Jack: where hast thou been?
 FALSTAFF	A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too!
 	marry, and amen! Give me a cup of sack, boy. Ere I
 	lead this life long, I'll sew nether stocks and mend
 	them and foot them too. A plague of all cowards!
 	Give me a cup of sack, rogue. Is there no virtue extant?
 	[He drinks]
 PRINCE HENRY	Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter?
 	pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the sweet tale
 	of the sun's! if thou didst, then behold that compound.
 FALSTAFF	You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: there is
 	nothing but roguery to be found in villanous man:
 	yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime
 	in it. A villanous 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.
 PRINCE HENRY	How now, wool-sack! what mutter you?
 FALSTAFF	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!
 PRINCE HENRY	Why, you whoreson round man, what's the matter?
 FALSTAFF	Are not you a coward? answer me to that: and Poins there?
 POINS	'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, by the
 	Lord, I'll stab thee.
 FALSTAFF	I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere I call
 	thee coward: but I would give a thousand pound I
 	could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight
 	enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your
 	back: call you that backing of your friends? A
 	plague upon such backing! give me them that will
 	face me. Give me a cup of sack: I am a rogue, if I
 	drunk to-day.
 PRINCE HENRY	O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou
 	drunkest last.
 FALSTAFF	All's one for that.
 	[He drinks]
 	A plague of all cowards, still say I.
 PRINCE HENRY	What's the matter?
 FALSTAFF	What's the matter! there be four of us here have
 	ta'en a thousand pound this day morning.
 PRINCE HENRY	Where is it, Jack? where is it?
 FALSTAFF	Where is it! taken from us it is: a hundred upon
 	poor four of us.
 PRINCE HENRY	What, a hundred, man?
 FALSTAFF	I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a
 	dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scaped 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! Let them speak: if they speak more or
 	less than truth, they are villains and the sons of darkness.
 PRINCE HENRY	Speak, sirs; how was it?
 GADSHILL	We four set upon some dozen--
 FALSTAFF	Sixteen at least, my lord.
 GADSHILL	And bound them.
 PETO	No, no, they were not bound.
 FALSTAFF	You rogue, they were bound, every man of them; or I
 	am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.
 GADSHILL	As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh men set upon us--
 FALSTAFF	And unbound the rest, and then come in the other.
 PRINCE HENRY	What, fought you with them all?
 FALSTAFF	All! I know not what you 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 fifty upon poor old
 	Jack, then am I no two-legged creature.
 PRINCE HENRY	Pray God you have not murdered some of them.
 FALSTAFF	Nay, that's past praying for: I have peppered two
 	of them; two I am sure I have paid, two rogues
 	in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell
 	thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou
 	knowest my old ward; here I lay and thus I bore my
 	point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me--
 PRINCE HENRY	What, four? thou saidst but two even now.
 FALSTAFF	Four, Hal; I told thee four.
 POINS	Ay, ay, he said four.
 FALSTAFF	These four came all a-front, and mainly thrust at
 	me. I made me no more ado but took all their seven
 	points in my target, thus.
 PRINCE HENRY	Seven? why, there were but four even now.
 FALSTAFF	In buckram?
 POINS	Ay, four, in buckram suits.
 FALSTAFF	Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else.
 PRINCE HENRY	Prithee, let him alone; we shall have more anon.
 FALSTAFF	Dost thou hear me, Hal?
 PRINCE HENRY	Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.
 FALSTAFF	Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These nine
 	in buckram that I told thee of--
 PRINCE HENRY	So, two more already.
 FALSTAFF	Their points being broken,--
 POINS	Down fell their hose.
 FALSTAFF	Began to give me ground: but I followed me close,
 	came in foot and hand; and with a thought seven of
 	the eleven I paid.
 PRINCE HENRY	O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!
 FALSTAFF	But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten
 	knaves in Kendal green came at my back and let drive
 	at me; for it was so dark, Hal, that thou couldst
 	not see thy hand.
 PRINCE HENRY	These lies are like their father that begets them;
 	gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, thou
 	clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou
 	whoreson, obscene, grease tallow-catch,--
 FALSTAFF	What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth
 	the truth?
 PRINCE HENRY	Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal
 	green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy
 	hand? come, tell us your reason: what sayest thou to this?
 POINS	Come, your reason, Jack, your reason.
 FALSTAFF	What, upon compulsion? 'Zounds, an I were at the
 	strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would
 	not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on
 	compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as
 	blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon
 	compulsion, I.
 PRINCE HENRY	I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguine
 	coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker,
 	this huge hill of flesh,--
 FALSTAFF	'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried
 	neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O
 	for breath to utter what is like thee! you
 	tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile
 PRINCE HENRY	Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again: and
 	when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons,
 	hear me speak but this.
 POINS	Mark, Jack.
 PRINCE HENRY	We two saw you four set on four and bound them, and
 	were masters of their wealth. Mark now, how a plain
 	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 roared
 	for mercy and still run and roared, as ever I heard
 	bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword
 	as thou hast done, and then say it was in fight!
 	What trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst
 	thou now find out to hide thee from this open and
 	apparent shame?
 POINS	Come, let's hear, Jack; what trick hast thou now?
 FALSTAFF	By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye.
 	Why, hear you, my masters: was it for me to kill the
 	heir-apparent? should I turn upon the true prince?
 	why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules: but
 	beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true
 	prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was now a
 	coward on instinct. I shall think the better of
 	myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant
 	lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by the Lord,
 	lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess, clap
 	to the doors: watch to-night, pray to-morrow.
 	Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles
 	of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be
 	merry? shall we have a play extempore?
 PRINCE HENRY	Content; and the argument shall be thy running away.
 FALSTAFF	Ah, no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!
 	[Enter Hostess]
 Hostess	O Jesu, my lord the prince!
 PRINCE HENRY	How now, my lady the hostess! what sayest thou to
 Hostess	Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at
 	door would speak with you: he says he comes from
 	your father.
 PRINCE HENRY	Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and
 	send him back again to my mother.
 FALSTAFF	What manner of man is he?
 Hostess	An old man.
 FALSTAFF	What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Shall
 	I give him his answer?
 PRINCE HENRY	Prithee, do, Jack.
 FALSTAFF	'Faith, and I'll send him packing.
 PRINCE HENRY	Now, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair; so did you,
 	Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you
 	ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true
 	prince; no, fie!
 BARDOLPH	'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.
 PRINCE HENRY	'Faith, tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff's
 	sword so hacked?
 PETO	Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would
 	swear truth out of England but he would make you
 	believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like.
 BARDOLPH	Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass to
 	make them bleed, and then to beslubber our garments
 	with it and swear it was the blood of true men. I
 	did that I did not this seven year before, I blushed
 	to hear his monstrous devices.
 PRINCE HENRY	O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years
 	ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since
 	thou hast blushed extempore. Thou hadst fire and
 	sword on thy side, and yet thou rannest away: what
 	instinct hadst thou for it?
 BARDOLPH	My lord, do you see these meteors? do you behold
 	these exhalations?
 BARDOLPH	What think you they portend?
 PRINCE HENRY	Hot livers and cold purses.
 BARDOLPH	Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.
 PRINCE HENRY	No, if rightly taken, halter.
 	[Re-enter FALSTAFF]
 	Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone.
 	How now, my sweet creature of bombast!
 	How long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee?
 FALSTAFF	My own knee! when I was about thy years, Hal, I was
 	not an eagle's talon in the waist; I could have
 	crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: a plague of
 	sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a
 	bladder. There's villanous news abroad: here was
 	Sir John Bracy from your father; you must to the
 	court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the
 	north, Percy, and he of Wales, that gave Amamon the
 	bastinado and made Lucifer cuckold and swore the
 	devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh
 	hook--what a plague call you him?
 POINS	O, Glendower.
 FALSTAFF	Owen, Owen, the same; and his son-in-law Mortimer,
 	and old Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of
 	Scots, Douglas, that runs o' horseback up a hill
 PRINCE HENRY	He that rides at high speed and with his pistol
 	kills a sparrow flying.
 FALSTAFF	You have hit it.
 PRINCE HENRY	So did he never the sparrow.
 FALSTAFF	Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; he will not run.
 PRINCE HENRY	Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so
 	for running!
 FALSTAFF	O' horseback, ye cuckoo; but afoot he will not budge a foot.
 PRINCE HENRY	Yes, Jack, upon instinct.
 FALSTAFF	I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too,
 	and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more:
 	Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's
 	beard is turned white with the news: you may buy
 	land now as cheap as stinking mackerel.
 PRINCE HENRY	Why, then, it is like, if there come a hot June and
 	this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads
 	as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds.
 FALSTAFF	By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like we
 	shall have good trading that way. But tell me, Hal,
 	art not thou horrible afeard? thou being
 	heir-apparent, could the world pick thee out three
 	such enemies again as that fiend Douglas, that
 	spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou
 	not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill at
 PRINCE HENRY	Not a whit, i' faith; I lack some of thy instinct.
 FALSTAFF	Well, thou wert be horribly chid tomorrow when thou
 	comest to thy father: if thou love me, practise an answer.
 PRINCE HENRY	Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon the
 	particulars of my life.
 FALSTAFF	Shall I? content: this chair shall be my state,
 	this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my crown.
 PRINCE HENRY	Thy state is taken for a joined-stool, thy golden
 	sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich
 	crown for a pitiful bald crown!
 FALSTAFF	Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee,
 	now shalt thou be moved. Give me a cup of sack to
 	make my eyes look red, that it may be thought I have
 	wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it
 	in King Cambyses' vein.
 PRINCE HENRY	Well, here is my leg.
 FALSTAFF	And here is my speech. Stand aside, nobility.
 Hostess	O Jesu, this is excellent sport, i' faith!
 FALSTAFF	Weep not, sweet queen; for trickling tears are vain.
 Hostess	O, the father, how he holds his countenance!
 FALSTAFF	For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen;
 	For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes.
 Hostess	O Jesu, he doth it as like one of these harlotry
 	players as ever I see!
 FALSTAFF	Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle-brain.
 	Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy
 	time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though
 	the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster
 	it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the
 	sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I have
 	partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion,
 	but chiefly a villanous trick of thine eye and a
 	foolish-hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant
 	me. If then thou be son to me, here lies the point;
 	why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall
 	the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher and eat
 	blackberries? a question not to be asked. Shall
 	the sun of England prove a thief and take purses? a
 	question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry,
 	which thou hast often heard of and it is known to
 	many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch,
 	as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth
 	the company thou keepest: for, Harry, now I do not
 	speak to thee in drink but in tears, not in
 	pleasure but in passion, not in words only, but in
 	woes also: and yet there is a virtuous man whom I
 	have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name.
 PRINCE HENRY	What manner of man, an it like your majesty?
 FALSTAFF	A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a
 	cheerful look, a pleasing eye and a most noble
 	carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or,
 	by'r lady, inclining to three score; and now I
 	remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man
 	should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry,
 	I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be
 	known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then,
 	peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that
 	Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell
 	me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast
 	thou been this month?
 PRINCE HENRY	Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me,
 	and I'll play my father.
 FALSTAFF	Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so
 	majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by
 	the heels for a rabbit-sucker or a poulter's hare.
 PRINCE HENRY	Well, here I am set.
 FALSTAFF	And here I stand: judge, my masters.
 PRINCE HENRY	Now, Harry, whence come you?
 FALSTAFF	My noble lord, from Eastcheap.
 PRINCE HENRY	The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.
 FALSTAFF	'Sblood, my lord, they are false: nay, I'll tickle
 	ye for a young prince, i' faith.
 PRINCE HENRY	Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er look
 	on me. Thou art violently carried away from grace:
 	there is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of an
 	old fat man; a tun of man is thy companion. Why
 	dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that
 	bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel
 	of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed
 	cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with
 	the pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that
 	grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in
 	years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and
 	drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a
 	capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft?
 	wherein crafty, but in villany? wherein villanous,
 	but in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing?
 FALSTAFF	I would your grace would take me with you: whom
 	means your grace?
 PRINCE HENRY	That villanous abominable misleader of youth,
 	Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan.
 FALSTAFF	My lord, the man I know.
 PRINCE HENRY	I know thou dost.
 FALSTAFF	But to say I know more harm in him than in myself,
 	were to say more than I know. That he is old, the
 	more the pity, his white hairs do witness it; but
 	that he is, saving your reverence, a whoremaster,
 	that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault,
 	God help the wicked! if to be old and merry be a
 	sin, then many an old host that I know is damned: if
 	to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine
 	are to be loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto,
 	banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack
 	Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff,
 	valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant,
 	being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him
 	thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's
 	company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.
 PRINCE HENRY	I do, I will.
 	[A knocking heard]
 	[Exeunt Hostess, FRANCIS, and BARDOLPH]
 	[Re-enter BARDOLPH, running]
 BARDOLPH	O, my lord, my lord! the sheriff with a most
 	monstrous watch is at the door.
 FALSTAFF	Out, ye rogue! Play out the play: I have much to
 	say in the behalf of that Falstaff.
 	[Re-enter the Hostess]
 Hostess	O Jesu, my lord, my lord!
 PRINCE HENRY	Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick:
 	what's the matter?
 Hostess	The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they
 	are come to search the house. Shall I let them in?
 FALSTAFF	Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of
 	gold a counterfeit: thou art essentially mad,
 	without seeming so.
 PRINCE HENRY	And thou a natural coward, without instinct.
 FALSTAFF	I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff,
 	so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a cart
 	as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up!
 	I hope I shall as soon be strangled with a halter as another.
 PRINCE HENRY	Go, hide thee behind the arras: the rest walk up
 	above. Now, my masters, for a true face and good
 FALSTAFF	Both which I have had: but their date is out, and
 	therefore I'll hide me.
 PRINCE HENRY	Call in the sheriff.
 	[Exeunt all except PRINCE HENRY and PETO]
 	[Enter Sheriff and the Carrier]
 	Now, master sheriff, what is your will with me?
 Sheriff	First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry
 	Hath follow'd certain men unto this house.
 Sheriff	One of them is well known, my gracious lord,
 	A gross fat man.
 Carrier	                  As fat as butter.
 PRINCE HENRY	The man, I do assure you, is not here;
 	For I myself at this time have employ'd him.
 	And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee
 	That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,
 	Send him to answer thee, or any man,
 	For any thing he shall be charged withal:
 	And so let me entreat you leave the house.
 Sheriff	I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen
 	Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks.
 PRINCE HENRY	It may be so: if he have robb'd these men,
 	He shall be answerable; and so farewell.
 Sheriff	Good night, my noble lord.
 PRINCE HENRY	I think it is good morrow, is it not?
 Sheriff	Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock.
 	[Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier]
 PRINCE HENRY	This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go,
 	call him forth.
 PETO	Falstaff!--Fast asleep behind the arras, and
 	snorting like a horse.
 PRINCE HENRY	Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets.
 	[He searcheth his pockets, and findeth certain papers]
 	What hast thou found?
 PETO	Nothing but papers, my lord.
 PRINCE HENRY	Let's see what they be: read them.
 PETO	[Reads]  Item, A capon,. . 2s. 2d.
 	Item, Sauce,. . . 4d.
 	Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.
 	Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d.
 	Item, Bread,        ob.
 PRINCE HENRY	O monstrous! but one half-penny-worth of bread to
 	this intolerable deal of sack! What there is else,
 	keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there
 	let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the
 	morning. We must all to the wars, and thy place
 	shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a
 	charge of foot; and I know his death will be a
 	march of twelve-score. The money shall be paid
 	back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in
 	the morning; and so, good morrow, Peto.
 PETO	Good morrow, good my lord.
 SCENE I	Bangor. The Archdeacon's house.
 MORTIMER	These promises are fair, the parties sure,
 	And our induction full of prosperous hope.
 HOTSPUR	Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower,
 	Will you sit down?
 	And uncle Worcester: a plague upon it!
 	I have forgot the map.
 GLENDOWER	No, here it is.
 	Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur,
 	For by that name as oft as Lancaster
 	Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale and with
 	A rising sigh he wisheth you in heaven.
 HOTSPUR	And you in hell, as oft as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of.
 GLENDOWER	I cannot blame him: at my nativity
 	The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
 	Of burning cressets; and at my birth
 	The frame and huge foundation of the earth
 	Shaked like a coward.
 HOTSPUR	Why, so it would have done at the same season, if
 	your mother's cat had but kittened, though yourself
 	had never been born.
 GLENDOWER	I say the earth did shake when I was born.
 HOTSPUR	And I say the earth was not of my mind,
 	If you suppose as fearing you it shook.
 GLENDOWER	The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.
 HOTSPUR	O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,
 	And not in fear of your nativity.
 	Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
 	In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth
 	Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd
 	By the imprisoning of unruly wind
 	Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
 	Shakes the old beldam earth and topples down
 	Steeples and moss-grown towers. At your birth
 	Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
 	In passion shook.
 GLENDOWER	                  Cousin, of many men
 	I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
 	To tell you once again that at my birth
 	The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
 	The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
 	Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
 	These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
 	And all the courses of my life do show
 	I am not in the roll of common men.
 	Where is he living, clipp'd in with the sea
 	That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,
 	Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
 	And bring him out that is but woman's son
 	Can trace me in the tedious ways of art
 	And hold me pace in deep experiments.
 HOTSPUR	I think there's no man speaks better Welsh.
 	I'll to dinner.
 MORTIMER	Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad.
 GLENDOWER	I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
 HOTSPUR	Why, so can I, or so can any man;
 	But will they come when you do call for them?
 GLENDOWER	Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command
 	The devil.
 HOTSPUR	And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil
 	By telling truth: tell truth and shame the devil.
 	If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
 	And I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence.
 	O, while you live, tell truth and shame the devil!
 MORTIMER	Come, come, no more of this unprofitable chat.
 GLENDOWER	Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head
 	Against my power; thrice from the banks of Wye
 	And sandy-bottom'd Severn have I sent him
 	Bootless home and weather-beaten back.
 HOTSPUR	Home without boots, and in foul weather too!
 	How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?
 GLENDOWER	Come, here's the map: shall we divide our right
 	According to our threefold order ta'en?
 MORTIMER	The archdeacon hath divided it
 	Into three limits very equally:
 	England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
 	By south and east is to my part assign'd:
 	All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
 	And all the fertile land within that bound,
 	To Owen Glendower: and, dear coz, to you
 	The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
 	And our indentures tripartite are drawn;
 	Which being sealed interchangeably,
 	A business that this night may execute,
 	To-morrow, cousin Percy, you and I
 	And my good Lord of Worcester will set forth
 	To meet your father and the Scottish power,
 	As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
 	My father Glendower is not ready yet,
 	Not shall we need his help these fourteen days.
 	Within that space you may have drawn together
 	Your tenants, friends and neighbouring gentlemen.
 GLENDOWER	A shorter time shall send me to you, lords:
 	And in my conduct shall your ladies come;
 	From whom you now must steal and take no leave,
 	For there will be a world of water shed
 	Upon the parting of your wives and you.
 HOTSPUR	Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here,
 	In quantity equals not one of yours:
 	See how this river comes me cranking in,
 	And cuts me from the best of all my land
 	A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out.
 	I'll have the current in this place damm'd up;
 	And here the smug and silver Trent shall run
 	In a new channel, fair and evenly;
 	It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
 	To rob me of so rich a bottom here.
 GLENDOWER	Not wind? it shall, it must; you see it doth.
 MORTIMER	Yea, but
 	Mark how he bears his course, and runs me up
 	With like advantage on the other side;
 	Gelding the opposed continent as much
 	As on the other side it takes from you.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	Yea, but a little charge will trench him here
 	And on this north side win this cape of land;
 	And then he runs straight and even.
 HOTSPUR	I'll have it so: a little charge will do it.
 GLENDOWER	I'll not have it alter'd.
 HOTSPUR	Will not you?
 GLENDOWER	No, nor you shall not.
 HOTSPUR	Who shall say me nay?
 GLENDOWER	Why, that will I.
 HOTSPUR	Let me not understand you, then; speak it in Welsh.
 GLENDOWER	I can speak English, lord, as well as you;
 	For I was train'd up in the English court;
 	Where, being but young, I framed to the harp
 	Many an English ditty lovely well
 	And gave the tongue a helpful ornament,
 	A virtue that was never seen in you.
 	And I am glad of it with all my heart:
 	I had rather be a kitten and cry mew
 	Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers;
 	I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd,
 	Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;
 	And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
 	Nothing so much as mincing poetry:
 	'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.
 GLENDOWER	Come, you shall have Trent turn'd.
 HOTSPUR	I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land
 	To any well-deserving friend;
 	But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
 	I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
 	Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?
 GLENDOWER	The moon shines fair; you may away by night:
 	I'll haste the writer and withal
 	Break with your wives of your departure hence:
 	I am afraid my daughter will run mad,
 	So much she doteth on her Mortimer.
 MORTIMER	Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father!
 HOTSPUR	I cannot choose: sometime he angers me
 	With telling me of the mouldwarp and the ant,
 	Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies,
 	And of a dragon and a finless fish,
 	A clip-wing'd griffin and a moulten raven,
 	A couching lion and a ramping cat,
 	And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
 	As puts me from my faith. I tell you what;
 	He held me last night at least nine hours
 	In reckoning up the several devils' names
 	That were his lackeys: I cried 'hum,' and 'well, go to,'
 	But mark'd him not a word. O, he is as tedious
 	As a tired horse, a railing wife;
 	Worse than a smoky house: I had rather live
 	With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far,
 	Than feed on cates and have him talk to me
 	In any summer-house in Christendom.
 MORTIMER	In faith, he is a worthy gentleman,
 	Exceedingly well read, and profited
 	In strange concealments, valiant as a lion
 	And as wondrous affable and as bountiful
 	As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin?
 	He holds your temper in a high respect
 	And curbs himself even of his natural scope
 	When you come 'cross his humour; faith, he does:
 	I warrant you, that man is not alive
 	Might so have tempted him as you have done,
 	Without the taste of danger and reproof:
 	But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame;
 	And since your coming hither have done enough
 	To put him quite beside his patience.
 	You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:
 	Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,--
 	And that's the dearest grace it renders you,--
 	Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,
 	Defect of manners, want of government,
 	Pride, haughtiness, opinion and disdain:
 	The least of which haunting a nobleman
 	Loseth men's hearts and leaves behind a stain
 	Upon the beauty of all parts besides,
 	Beguiling them of commendation.
 HOTSPUR	Well, I am school'd: good manners be your speed!
 	Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.
 	[Re-enter GLENDOWER with the ladies]
 MORTIMER	This is the deadly spite that angers me;
 	My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh.
 GLENDOWER	My daughter weeps: she will not part with you;
 	She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.
 MORTIMER	Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy
 	Shall follow in your conduct speedily.
 	[Glendower speaks to her in Welsh, and she
 	answers him in the same]
 GLENDOWER	She is desperate here; a peevish self-wind harlotry,
 	one that no persuasion can do good upon.
 	[The lady speaks in Welsh]
 MORTIMER	I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh
 	Which thou pour'st down from these swelling heavens
 	I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,
 	In such a parley should I answer thee.
 	[The lady speaks again in Welsh]
 	I understand thy kisses and thou mine,
 	And that's a feeling disputation:
 	But I will never be a truant, love,
 	Till I have learned thy language; for thy tongue
 	Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
 	Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
 	With ravishing division, to her lute.
 GLENDOWER	Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.
 	[The lady speaks again in Welsh]
 MORTIMER	O, I am ignorance itself in this!
 GLENDOWER	She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
 	And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
 	And she will sing the song that pleaseth you
 	And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep.
 	Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness,
 	Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep
 	As is the difference betwixt day and night
 	The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
 	Begins his golden progress in the east.
 MORTIMER	With all my heart I'll sit and hear her sing:
 	By that time will our book, I think, be drawn
 	And those musicians that shall play to you
 	Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence,
 	And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend.
 HOTSPUR	Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come,
 	quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.
 LADY PERCY	Go, ye giddy goose.
 	[The music plays]
 HOTSPUR	Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh;
 	And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous.
 	By'r lady, he is a good musician.
 LADY PERCY	Then should you be nothing but musical for you are
 	altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief,
 	and hear the lady sing in Welsh.
 HOTSPUR	I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.
 LADY PERCY	Wouldst thou have thy head broken?
 LADY PERCY	Then be still.
 HOTSPUR	Neither;'tis a woman's fault.
 LADY PERCY	Now God help thee!
 HOTSPUR	To the Welsh lady's bed.
 LADY PERCY	What's that?
 HOTSPUR	Peace! she sings.
 	[Here the lady sings a Welsh song]
 HOTSPUR	Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.
 LADY PERCY	Not mine, in good sooth.
 HOTSPUR	Not yours, in good sooth! Heart! you swear like a
 	comfit-maker's wife. 'Not you, in good sooth,' and
 	'as true as I live,' and 'as God shall mend me,' and
 	'as sure as day,'
 	And givest such sarcenet surety for thy oaths,
 	As if thou never walk'st further than Finsbury.
 	Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art,
 	A good mouth-filling oath, and leave 'in sooth,'
 	And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,
 	To velvet-guards and Sunday-citizens.
 	Come, sing.
 LADY PERCY	I will not sing.
 HOTSPUR	'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast
 	teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away
 	within these two hours; and so, come in when ye will.
 GLENDOWER	Come, come, Lord Mortimer; you are as slow
 	As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go.
 	By this our book is drawn; we'll but seal,
 	And then to horse immediately.
 MORTIMER	With all my heart.
 SCENE II	London. The palace.
 	[Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE HENRY, and others]
 KING HENRY IV	Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and I
 	Must have some private conference; but be near at hand,
 	For we shall presently have need of you.
 	[Exeunt Lords]
 	I know not whether God will have it so,
 	For some displeasing service I have done,
 	That, in his secret doom, out of my blood
 	He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me;
 	But thou dost in thy passages of life
 	Make me believe that thou art only mark'd
 	For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven
 	To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else,
 	Could such inordinate and low desires,
 	Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts,
 	Such barren pleasures, rude society,
 	As thou art match'd withal and grafted to,
 	Accompany the greatness of thy blood
 	And hold their level with thy princely heart?
 PRINCE HENRY	So please your majesty, I would I could
 	Quit all offences with as clear excuse
 	As well as I am doubtless I can purge
 	Myself of many I am charged withal:
 	Yet such extenuation let me beg,
 	As, in reproof of many tales devised,
 	which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear,
 	By smiling pick-thanks and base news-mongers,
 	I may, for some things true, wherein my youth
 	Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,
 	Find pardon on my true submission.
 KING HENRY IV	God pardon thee! yet let me wonder, Harry,
 	At thy affections, which do hold a wing
 	Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.
 	Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost.
 	Which by thy younger brother is supplied,
 	And art almost an alien to the hearts
 	Of all the court and princes of my blood:
 	The hope and expectation of thy time
 	Is ruin'd, and the soul of every man
 	Prophetically doth forethink thy fall.
 	Had I so lavish of my presence been,
 	So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
 	So stale and cheap to vulgar company,
 	Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
 	Had still kept loyal to possession
 	And left me in reputeless banishment,
 	A fellow of no mark nor likelihood.
 	By being seldom seen, I could not stir
 	But like a comet I was wonder'd at;
 	That men would tell their children 'This is he;'
 	Others would say 'Where, which is Bolingbroke?'
 	And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
 	And dress'd myself in such humility
 	That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
 	Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths,
 	Even in the presence of the crowned king.
 	Thus did I keep my person fresh and new;
 	My presence, like a robe pontifical,
 	Ne'er seen but wonder'd at: and so my state,
 	Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast
 	And won by rareness such solemnity.
 	The skipping king, he ambled up and down
 	With shallow jesters and rash bavin wits,
 	Soon kindled and soon burnt; carded his state,
 	Mingled his royalty with capering fools,
 	Had his great name profaned with their scorns
 	And gave his countenance, against his name,
 	To laugh at gibing boys and stand the push
 	Of every beardless vain comparative,
 	Grew a companion to the common streets,
 	Enfeoff'd himself to popularity;
 	That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
 	They surfeited with honey and began
 	To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
 	More than a little is by much too much.
 	So when he had occasion to be seen,
 	He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
 	Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes
 	As, sick and blunted with community,
 	Afford no extraordinary gaze,
 	Such as is bent on sun-like majesty
 	When it shines seldom in admiring eyes;
 	But rather drowzed and hung their eyelids down,
 	Slept in his face and render'd such aspect
 	As cloudy men use to their adversaries,
 	Being with his presence glutted, gorged and full.
 	And in that very line, Harry, standest thou;
 	For thou has lost thy princely privilege
 	With vile participation: not an eye
 	But is a-weary of thy common sight,
 	Save mine, which hath desired to see thee more;
 	Which now doth that I would not have it do,
 	Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.
 PRINCE HENRY	I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord,
 	Be more myself.
 KING HENRY IV	                  For all the world
 	As thou art to this hour was Richard then
 	When I from France set foot at Ravenspurgh,
 	And even as I was then is Percy now.
 	Now, by my sceptre and my soul to boot,
 	He hath more worthy interest to the state
 	Than thou the shadow of succession;
 	For of no right, nor colour like to right,
 	He doth fill fields with harness in the realm,
 	Turns head against the lion's armed jaws,
 	And, being no more in debt to years than thou,
 	Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on
 	To bloody battles and to bruising arms.
 	What never-dying honour hath he got
 	Against renowned Douglas! whose high deeds,
 	Whose hot incursions and great name in arms
 	Holds from all soldiers chief majority
 	And military title capital
 	Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ:
 	Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathling clothes,
 	This infant warrior, in his enterprises
 	Discomfited great Douglas, ta'en him once,
 	Enlarged him and made a friend of him,
 	To fill the mouth of deep defiance up
 	And shake the peace and safety of our throne.
 	And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland,
 	The Archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer,
 	Capitulate against us and are up.
 	But wherefore do I tell these news to thee?
 	Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
 	Which art my near'st and dearest enemy?
 	Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear,
 	Base inclination and the start of spleen
 	To fight against me under Percy's pay,
 	To dog his heels and curtsy at his frowns,
 	To show how much thou art degenerate.
 PRINCE HENRY	Do not think so; you shall not find it so:
 	And God forgive them that so much have sway'd
 	Your majesty's good thoughts away from me!
 	I will redeem all this on Percy's head
 	And in the closing of some glorious day
 	Be bold to tell you that I am your son;
 	When I will wear a garment all of blood
 	And stain my favours in a bloody mask,
 	Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it:
 	And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
 	That this same child of honour and renown,
 	This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,
 	And your unthought-of Harry chance to meet.
 	For every honour sitting on his helm,
 	Would they were multitudes, and on my head
 	My shames redoubled! for the time will come,
 	That I shall make this northern youth exchange
 	His glorious deeds for my indignities.
 	Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
 	To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf;
 	And I will call him to so strict account,
 	That he shall render every glory up,
 	Yea, even the slightest worship of his time,
 	Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.
 	This, in the name of God, I promise here:
 	The which if He be pleased I shall perform,
 	I do beseech your majesty may salve
 	The long-grown wounds of my intemperance:
 	If not, the end of life cancels all bands;
 	And I will die a hundred thousand deaths
 	Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.
 KING HENRY IV	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.
 SIR WALTER BLUNT	So hath the business that I come to speak of.
 	Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word
 	That Douglas and the English rebels met
 	The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury
 	A mighty and a fearful head they are,
 	If promises be kept on every hand,
 	As ever offer'd foul play in the state.
 KING HENRY IV	The Earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day;
 	With him my son, Lord John of Lancaster;
 	For this advertisement is five days old:
 	On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set forward;
 	On Thursday we ourselves will march: our meeting
 	Is Bridgenorth: and, Harry, you shall march
 	Through Gloucestershire; by which account,
 	Our business valued, some twelve days hence
 	Our general forces at Bridgenorth shall meet.
 	Our hands are full of business: let's away;
 	Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay.
 Scene III	Eastcheap. The Boar's-Head Tavern.
 FALSTAFF	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 like an old lady's loose
 	gown; I am withered like an old apple-john. Well,
 	I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some
 	liking; 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 peppercorn, a brewer's horse: the inside of a
 	church! Company, villanous company, hath been the
 	spoil of me.
 BARDOLPH	Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long.
 FALSTAFF	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 once
 	in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I
 	borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in
 	good compass: and now I live out of all order, out
 	of all compass.
 BARDOLPH	Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you must needs
 	be out of all compass, out of all reasonable
 	compass, Sir John.
 FALSTAFF	Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life:
 	thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in
 	the poop, but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the
 	Knight of the Burning Lamp.
 BARDOLPH	Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm.
 FALSTAFF	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 hell-fire 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 rannest 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
 BARDOLPH	'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly!
 FALSTAFF	God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burned.
 	[Enter Hostess]
 	How now, Dame Partlet the hen! have you inquired
 	yet who picked my pocket?
 Hostess	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.
 FALSTAFF	Ye 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.
 Hostess	Who, I? no; I defy thee: God's light, I was never
 	called so in mine own house before.
 FALSTAFF	Go to, I know you well enough.
 Hostess	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.
 FALSTAFF	Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to
 	bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them.
 Hostess	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.
 FALSTAFF	He had his part of it; let him pay.
 Hostess	He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing.
 FALSTAFF	How! poor? look upon his face; what call you rich?
 	let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks:
 	Ill not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker
 	of me? shall I not take mine case in mine inn but I
 	shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a
 	seal-ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark.
 Hostess	O Jesu, I have heard the prince tell him, I know not
 	how oft, that ring was copper!
 FALSTAFF	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.
 	[Enter PRINCE HENRY and PETO, marching, and FALSTAFF
 	meets them playing on his truncheon like a life]
 	How now, lad! is the wind in that door, i' faith?
 	must we all march?
 BARDOLPH	Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.
 Hostess	My lord, I pray you, hear me.
 PRINCE HENRY	What sayest thou, Mistress Quickly? How doth thy
 	husband? I love him well; he is an honest man.
 Hostess	Good my lord, hear me.
 FALSTAFF	Prithee, let her alone, and list to me.
 PRINCE HENRY	What sayest thou, Jack?
 FALSTAFF	The other night I fell asleep here behind the arras
 	and had my pocket picked: this house is turned
 	bawdy-house; they pick pockets.
 PRINCE HENRY	What didst thou lose, Jack?
 FALSTAFF	Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds of
 	forty pound apiece, and a seal-ring of my
 PRINCE HENRY	A trifle, some eight-penny matter.
 Hostess	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.
 PRINCE HENRY	What! he did not?
 Hostess	There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else.
 FALSTAFF	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,
 Hostess	Say, what thing? what thing?
 FALSTAFF	What thing! why, a thing to thank God on.
 Hostess	I am no thing to thank God on, I would thou
 	shouldst know it; I am an honest man's wife: and,
 	setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to
 	call me so.
 FALSTAFF	Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say
 Hostess	Say, what beast, thou knave, thou?
 FALSTAFF	What beast! why, an otter.
 PRINCE HENRY	An otter, Sir John! Why an otter?
 FALSTAFF	Why, she's neither fish nor flesh; a man knows not
 	where to have her.
 Hostess	Thou art an unjust man in saying so: thou or any
 	man knows where to have me, thou knave, thou!
 PRINCE HENRY	Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly.
 Hostess	So he doth you, my lord; and said this other day you
 	ought him a thousand pound.
 PRINCE HENRY	Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?
 FALSTAFF	A thousand pound, Ha! a million: thy love is worth
 	a million: thou owest me thy love.
 Hostess	Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said he would
 	cudgel you.
 FALSTAFF	Did I, Bardolph?
 BARDOLPH	Indeed, Sir John, you said so.
 FALSTAFF	Yea, if he said my ring was copper.
 PRINCE HENRY	I say 'tis copper: darest thou be as good as thy word now?
 FALSTAFF	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 a lion's whelp.
 PRINCE HENRY	And why not as the lion?
 FALSTAFF	The king 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.
 PRINCE HENRY	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 all
 	filled up with guts and midriff. Charge an honest
 	woman with picking thy pocket! why, thou whoreson,
 	impudent, embossed rascal, if there were anything in
 	thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of
 	bawdy-houses, and one poor penny-worth of
 	sugar-candy to make thee long-winded, if thy pocket
 	were enriched with any other injuries but these, I
 	am a villain: and yet you will stand to if; you will
 	not pocket up wrong: art thou not ashamed?
 FALSTAFF	Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest in the state of
 	innocency Adam fell; and what should poor Jack
 	Falstaff do in the days of villany? Thou seest I
 	have more flesh than another man, and therefore more
 	frailty. You confess then, you picked my pocket?
 PRINCE HENRY	It appears so by the story.
 FALSTAFF	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,
 	prithee, be gone.
 	[Exit Hostess]
 	Now Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery,
 	lad, how is that answered?
 PRINCE HENRY	O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to
 	thee: the money is paid back again.
 FALSTAFF	O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double labour.
 PRINCE HENRY	I am good friends with my father and may do any thing.
 FALSTAFF	Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, and
 	do it with unwashed hands too.
 BARDOLPH	Do, my lord.
 PRINCE HENRY	I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot.
 FALSTAFF	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.
 BARDOLPH	My lord?
 PRINCE HENRY	Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster, to my
 	brother John; this to my Lord of Westmoreland.
 	[Exit Bardolph]
 	Go, Peto, to horse, to horse; for thou and I have
 	thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.
 	[Exit Peto]
 	Jack, meet me to-morrow in the temple hall at two
 	o'clock in the afternoon.
 	There shalt thou know thy charge; and there receive
 	Money and order for their furniture.
 	The land is burning; Percy stands on high;
 	And either we or they must lower lie.
 FALSTAFF	Rare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come!
 	O, I could wish this tavern were my drum!
 SCENE I	The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
 HOTSPUR	Well said, my noble Scot: if speaking truth
 	In this fine age were not thought flattery,
 	Such attribution should the Douglas have,
 	As not a soldier of this season's stamp
 	Should go so general current through the world.
 	By God, I cannot flatter; I do defy
 	The tongues of soothers; but a braver place
 	In my heart's love hath no man than yourself:
 	Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	Thou art the king of honour:
 	No man so potent breathes upon the ground
 	But I will beard him.
 HOTSPUR	Do so, and 'tis well.
 	[Enter a Messenger with letters]
 	What letters hast thou there?--I can but thank you.
 Messenger	These letters come from your father.
 HOTSPUR	Letters from him! why comes he not himself?
 Messenger	He cannot come, my lord; he is grievous sick.
 HOTSPUR	'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick
 	In such a rustling time? Who leads his power?
 	Under whose government come they along?
 Messenger	His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	I prithee, tell me, doth he keep his bed?
 Messenger	He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth;
 	And at the time of my departure thence
 	He was much fear'd by his physicians.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	I would the state of time had first been whole
 	Ere he by sickness had been visited:
 	His health was never better worth than now.
 HOTSPUR	Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect
 	The very life-blood of our enterprise;
 	'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.
 	He writes me here, that inward sickness--
 	And that his friends by deputation could not
 	So soon be drawn, nor did he think it meet
 	To lay so dangerous and dear a trust
 	On any soul removed but on his own.
 	Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,
 	That with our small conjunction we should on,
 	To see how fortune is disposed to us;
 	For, as he writes, there is no quailing now.
 	Because the king is certainly possess'd
 	Of all our purposes. What say you to it?
 EARL OF WORCESTER	Your father's sickness is a maim to us.
 HOTSPUR	A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off:
 	And yet, in faith, it is not; his present want
 	Seems more than we shall find it: were it good
 	To set the exact wealth of all our states
 	All at one cast? to set so rich a main
 	On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?
 	It were not good; for therein should we read
 	The very bottom and the soul of hope,
 	The very list, the very utmost bound
 	Of all our fortunes.
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	'Faith, and so we should;
 	Where now remains a sweet reversion:
 	We may boldly spend upon the hope of what
 	Is to come in:
 	A comfort of retirement lives in this.
 HOTSPUR	A rendezvous, a home to fly unto.
 	If that the devil and mischance look big
 	Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	But yet I would your father had been here.
 	The quality and hair of our attempt
 	Brooks no division: it will be thought
 	By some, that know not why he is away,
 	That wisdom, loyalty and mere dislike
 	Of our proceedings kept the earl from hence:
 	And think how such an apprehension
 	May turn the tide of fearful faction
 	And breed a kind of question in our cause;
 	For well you know we of the offering side
 	Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement,
 	And stop all sight-holes, every loop from whence
 	The eye of reason may pry in upon us:
 	This absence of your father's draws a curtain,
 	That shows the ignorant a kind of fear
 	Before not dreamt of.
 HOTSPUR	You strain too far.
 	I rather of his absence make this use:
 	It lends a lustre and more great opinion,
 	A larger dare to our great enterprise,
 	Than if the earl were here; for men must think,
 	If we without his help can make a head
 	To push against a kingdom, with his help
 	We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.
 	Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	As heart can think: there is not such a word
 	Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear.
 HOTSPUR	My cousin Vernon, welcome, by my soul.
 VERNON	Pray God my news be worth a welcome, lord.
 	The Earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong,
 	Is marching hitherwards; with him Prince John.
 HOTSPUR	No harm: what more?
 VERNON	And further, I have learn'd,
 	The king himself in person is set forth,
 	Or hitherwards intended speedily,
 	With strong and mighty preparation.
 HOTSPUR	He shall be welcome too. Where is his son,
 	The nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales,
 	And his comrades, that daff'd the world aside,
 	And bid it pass?
 VERNON	                  All furnish'd, all in arms;
 	All plumed like estridges that with the wind
 	Baited like eagles having lately bathed;
 	Glittering in golden coats, like images;
 	As full of spirit as the month of May,
 	And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
 	Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
 	I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
 	His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd
 	Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
 	And vaulted with such ease into his seat,
 	As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
 	To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
 	And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
 HOTSPUR	No more, no more: worse than the sun in March,
 	This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come:
 	They come like sacrifices in their trim,
 	And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war
 	All hot and bleeding will we offer them:
 	The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit
 	Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire
 	To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh
 	And yet not ours. Come, let me taste my horse,
 	Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt
 	Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales:
 	Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,
 	Meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse.
 	O that Glendower were come!
 VERNON	There is more news:
 	I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,
 	He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet.
 WORCESTER	Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound.
 HOTSPUR	What may the king's whole battle reach unto?
 VERNON	To thirty thousand.
 HOTSPUR	Forty let it be:
 	My father and Glendower being both away,
 	The powers of us may serve so great a day
 	Come, let us take a muster speedily:
 	Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	Talk not of dying: I am out of fear
 	Of death or death's hand for this one-half year.
 SCENE II	A public road near Coventry.
 FALSTAFF	Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a
 	bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march through;
 	we'll to Sutton Co'fil' tonight.
 BARDOLPH	Will you give me money, captain?
 FALSTAFF	Lay out, lay out.
 BARDOLPH	This bottle makes an angel.
 FALSTAFF	An if it do, take it for thy labour; and if it make
 	twenty, take them all; I'll answer the coinage. Bid
 	my lieutenant Peto meet me at town's end.
 BARDOLPH	I will, captain: farewell.
 FALSTAFF	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 press me
 	none but good house-holders, yeoman's sons; inquire
 	me out contracted bachelors, such as had been asked
 	twice on the banns; such a commodity of warm slaves,
 	as had as lieve 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 bought 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 dishonourable ragged than
 	an old faced 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 an
 	herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say
 	the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's, or
 	the red-nose innkeeper of Daventry. But that's all
 	one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge.
 PRINCE HENRY	How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt!
 FALSTAFF	What, Hal! how now, mad wag! what a devil dost thou
 	in Warwickshire? My good Lord of Westmoreland, I
 	cry you mercy: I thought your honour had already been
 	at Shrewsbury.
 WESTMORELAND	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.
 FALSTAFF	Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat to
 	steal cream.
 PRINCE HENRY	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?
 FALSTAFF	Mine, Hal, mine.
 PRINCE HENRY	I did never see such pitiful rascals.
 FALSTAFF	Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food
 	for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better:
 	tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
 WESTMORELAND	Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor
 	and bare, too beggarly.
 FALSTAFF	'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had
 	that; and for their bareness, I am sure they never
 	learned that of me.
 PRINCE HENRY	No I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on
 	the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste: Percy is
 	already in the field.
 FALSTAFF	What, is the king encamped?
 WESTMORELAND	He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long.
 	To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast
 	Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.
 SCENE III	The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
 HOTSPUR	We'll fight with him to-night.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	It may not be.
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	You give him then the advantage.
 VERNON	Not a whit.
 HOTSPUR	Why say you so? looks he not for supply?
 VERNON	So do we.
 HOTSPUR	        His is certain, ours is doubtful.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	Good cousin, be advised; stir not tonight.
 VERNON	Do not, my lord.
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	                  You do not counsel well:
 	You speak it out of fear and cold heart.
 VERNON	Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life,
 	And I dare well maintain it with my life,
 	If well-respected honour bid me on,
 	I hold as little counsel with weak fear
 	As you, my lord, or any Scot that this day lives:
 	Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle
 	Which of us fears.
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	                  Yea, or to-night.
 VERNON	Content.
 HOTSPUR	To-night, say I.
 VERNON	Come, come it nay not be. I wonder much,
 	Being men of such great leading as you are,
 	That you foresee not what impediments
 	Drag back our expedition: certain horse
 	Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up:
 	Your uncle Worcester's horse came but today;
 	And now their pride and mettle is asleep,
 	Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,
 	That not a horse is half the half of himself.
 HOTSPUR	So are the horses of the enemy
 	In general, journey-bated and brought low:
 	The better part of ours are full of rest.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	The number of the king exceedeth ours:
 	For God's sake. cousin, stay till all come in.
 	[The trumpet sounds a parley]
 SIR WALTER BLUNT	I come with gracious offers from the king,
 	if you vouchsafe me hearing and respect.
 HOTSPUR	Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; and would to God
 	You were of our determination!
 	Some of us love you well; and even those some
 	Envy your great deservings and good name,
 	Because you are not of our quality,
 	But stand against us like an enemy.
 SIR WALTER BLUNT	And God defend but still I should stand so,
 	So long as out of limit and true rule
 	You stand against anointed majesty.
 	But to my charge. The king hath sent to know
 	The nature of your griefs, and whereupon
 	You conjure from the breast of civil peace
 	Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land
 	Audacious cruelty. If that the king
 	Have any way your good deserts forgot,
 	Which he confesseth to be manifold,
 	He bids you name your griefs; and with all speed
 	You shall have your desires with interest
 	And pardon absolute for yourself and these
 	Herein misled by your suggestion.
 HOTSPUR	The king is kind; and well we know the king
 	Knows at what time to promise, when to pay.
 	My father and my uncle and myself
 	Did give him that same royalty he wears;
 	And when he was not six and twenty strong,
 	Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,
 	A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,
 	My father gave him welcome to the shore;
 	And when he heard him swear and vow to God
 	He came but to be Duke of Lancaster,
 	To sue his livery and beg his peace,
 	With tears of innocency and terms of zeal,
 	My father, in kind heart and pity moved,
 	Swore him assistance and perform'd it too.
 	Now when the lords and barons of the realm
 	Perceived Northumberland did lean to him,
 	The more and less came in with cap and knee;
 	Met him in boroughs, cities, villages,
 	Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,
 	Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths,
 	Gave him their heirs, as pages follow'd him
 	Even at the heels in golden multitudes.
 	He presently, as greatness knows itself,
 	Steps me a little higher than his vow
 	Made to my father, while his blood was poor,
 	Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurgh;
 	And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
 	Some certain edicts and some strait decrees
 	That lie too heavy on the commonwealth,
 	Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep
 	Over his country's wrongs; and by this face,
 	This seeming brow of justice, did he win
 	The hearts of all that he did angle for;
 	Proceeded further; cut me off the heads
 	Of all the favourites that the absent king
 	In deputation left behind him here,
 	When he was personal in the Irish war.
 SIR WALTER BLUNT	Tut, I came not to hear this.
 HOTSPUR	Then to the point.
 	In short time after, he deposed the king;
 	Soon after that, deprived him of his life;
 	And in the neck of that, task'd the whole state:
 	To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman March,
 	Who is, if every owner were well placed,
 	Indeed his king, to be engaged in Wales,
 	There without ransom to lie forfeited;
 	Disgraced me in my happy victories,
 	Sought to entrap me by intelligence;
 	Rated mine uncle from the council-board;
 	In rage dismiss'd my father from the court;
 	Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong,
 	And in conclusion drove us to seek out
 	This head of safety; and withal to pry
 	Into his title, the which we find
 	Too indirect for long continuance.
 SIR WALTER BLUNT	Shall I return this answer to the king?
 HOTSPUR	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 my uncle
 	Bring him our purposes: and so farewell.
 SIR WALTER BLUNT	I would you would accept of grace and love.
 HOTSPUR	And may be so we shall.
 SIR WALTER BLUNT	Pray God you do.
 SCENE IV	York. The ARCHBISHOP'S palace.
 ARCHBISHOP OF YORK	Hie, good Sir Michael; bear this sealed brief
 	With winged haste to the lord marshal;
 	This to my cousin Scroop, and all the rest
 	To whom they are directed. If you knew
 	How much they do to import, you would make haste.
 SIR MICHAEL	My good lord,
 	I guess their tenor.
 ARCHBISHOP OF YORK	Like enough you do.
 	To-morrow, good Sir Michael, is a day
 	Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men
 	Must bide the touch; for, sir, at Shrewsbury,
 	As I am truly given to understand,
 	The king with mighty and quick-raised power
 	Meets with Lord Harry: and, I fear, Sir Michael,
 	What with the sickness of Northumberland,
 	Whose power was in the first proportion,
 	And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence,
 	Who with them was a rated sinew too
 	And comes not in, o'er-ruled by prophecies,
 	I fear the power of Percy is too weak
 	To wage an instant trial with the king.
 SIR MICHAEL	Why, my good lord, you need not fear;
 	There is Douglas and Lord Mortimer.
 ARCHBISHOP OF YORK	No, Mortimer is not there.
 SIR MICHAEL	But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy,
 	And there is my Lord of Worcester and a head
 	Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.
 ARCHBISHOP OF YORK	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 moe corrivals and dear men
 	Of estimation and command in arms.
 SIR MICHAEL	Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well opposed.
 ARCHBISHOP OF YORK	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
 	Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,
 	For he hath heard of our confederacy,
 	And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him:
 	Therefore make haste. I must go write again
 	To other friends; and so farewell, Sir Michael.
 SCENE I	KING HENRY IV's camp near Shrewsbury.
 	[Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, Lord John of
 KING HENRY IV	How bloodily the sun begins to peer
 	Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale
 	At his distemperature.
 PRINCE HENRY	The southern wind
 	Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
 	And by his hollow whistling in the leaves
 	Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.
 KING HENRY IV	Then with the losers let it sympathize,
 	For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
 	[The trumpet sounds]
 	How now, my Lord of Worcester! 'tis not well
 	That you and I should meet upon such terms
 	As now we meet. You have deceived our trust,
 	And made us doff our easy robes of peace,
 	To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel:
 	This is not well, my lord, this is not well.
 	What say you to it? will you again unknit
 	This curlish knot of all-abhorred war?
 	And move in that obedient orb again
 	Where you did give a fair and natural light,
 	And be no more an exhaled meteor,
 	A prodigy of fear and a portent
 	Of broached mischief to the unborn times?
 EARL OF WORCESTER	Hear me, my liege:
 	For mine own part, I could be well content
 	To entertain the lag-end of my life
 	With quiet hours; for I do protest,
 	I have not sought the day of this dislike.
 KING HENRY IV	You have not sought it! how comes it, then?
 FALSTAFF	Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.
 PRINCE HENRY	Peace, chewet, peace!
 EARL OF WORCESTER	It pleased your majesty to turn your looks
 	Of favour from myself and all our house;
 	And yet I must remember you, my lord,
 	We were the first and dearest of your friends.
 	For you my staff of office did I break
 	In Richard's time; and posted day and night
 	to meet you on the way, and kiss your hand,
 	When yet you were in place and in account
 	Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.
 	It was myself, my brother and his son,
 	That brought you home and boldly did outdare
 	The dangers of the time. You swore to us,
 	And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,
 	That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state;
 	Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right,
 	The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster:
 	To this we swore our aid. But in short space
 	It rain'd down fortune showering on your head;
 	And such a flood of greatness fell on you,
 	What with our help, what with the absent king,
 	What with the injuries of a wanton time,
 	The seeming sufferances that you had borne,
 	And the contrarious winds that held the king
 	So long in his unlucky Irish wars
 	That all in England did repute him dead:
 	And from this swarm of fair advantages
 	You took occasion to be quickly woo'd
 	To gripe the general sway into your hand;
 	Forget your oath to us at Doncaster;
 	And being fed by us you used us so
 	As that ungentle hull, the cuckoo's bird,
 	Useth the sparrow; did oppress our nest;
 	Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk
 	That even our love durst not come near your sight
 	For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing
 	We were enforced, for safety sake, to fly
 	Out of sight and raise this present head;
 	Whereby we stand opposed by such means
 	As you yourself have forged against yourself
 	By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
 	And violation of all faith and troth
 	Sworn to us in your younger enterprise.
 KING HENRY IV	These things indeed you have articulate,
 	Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches,
 	To face the garment of rebellion
 	With some fine colour that may please the eye
 	Of fickle changelings and poor discontents,
 	Which gape and rub the elbow at the news
 	Of hurlyburly innovation:
 	And never yet did insurrection want
 	Such water-colours to impaint his cause;
 	Nor moody beggars, starving for a time
 	Of pellmell havoc and confusion.
 PRINCE HENRY	In both your armies there is many a soul
 	Shall pay full dearly for this encounter,
 	If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew,
 	The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world
 	In praise of Henry Percy: by my hopes,
 	This present enterprise set off his head,
 	I do not think a braver gentleman,
 	More active-valiant or more valiant-young,
 	More daring or more bold, is now alive
 	To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
 	For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
 	I have a truant been to chivalry;
 	And so I hear he doth account me too;
 	Yet this before my father's majesty--
 	I am content that he shall take the odds
 	Of his great name and estimation,
 	And will, to save the blood on either side,
 	Try fortune with him in a single fight.
 KING HENRY IV	And, Prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee,
 	Albeit considerations infinite
 	Do make against it. No, good Worcester, no,
 	We love our people well; even those we love
 	That are misled upon your cousin's part;
 	And, will they take the offer of our grace,
 	Both he and they and you, every man
 	Shall be my friend again and I'll be his:
 	So tell your cousin, and bring me word
 	What he will do: but if he will not yield,
 	Rebuke and dread correction wait on us
 	And they shall do their office. So, be gone;
 	We will not now be troubled with reply:
 	We offer fair; take it advisedly.
 PRINCE HENRY	It will not be accepted, on my life:
 	The Douglas and the Hotspur both together
 	Are confident against the world in arms.
 KING HENRY IV	Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge;
 	For, on their answer, will we set on them:
 	And God befriend us, as our cause is just!
 	[Exeunt all but PRINCE HENRY and FALSTAFF]
 FALSTAFF	Hal, if thou see me down in the battle and bestride
 	me, so; 'tis a point of friendship.
 PRINCE HENRY	Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship.
 	Say thy prayers, and farewell.
 FALSTAFF	I  would 'twere bed-time, Hal, and all well.
 PRINCE HENRY	Why, thou owest God a death.
 FALSTAFF	'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before
 	his day. What need I be so forward with him that
 	calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour pricks
 	me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I
 	come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or
 	an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no.
 	Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is
 	honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what
 	is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it?
 	he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no.
 	Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then. Yea,
 	to the dead. But will it not live with the living?
 	no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore
 	I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so
 	ends my catechism.
 SCENE II	The rebel camp.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	O, no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard,
 	The liberal and kind offer of the king.
 VERNON	'Twere best he did.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	Then are we all undone.
 	It is not possible, it cannot be,
 	The king should keep his word in loving us;
 	He will suspect us still and find a time
 	To punish this offence in other faults:
 	Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes;
 	For treason is but trusted like the fox,
 	Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd and lock'd up,
 	Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
 	Look how we can, or sad or merrily,
 	Interpretation will misquote our looks,
 	And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
 	The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.
 	My nephew's trespass may be well forgot;
 	it hath the excuse of youth and heat of blood,
 	And an adopted name of privilege,
 	A hair-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen:
 	All his offences live upon my head
 	And on his father's; we did train him on,
 	And, his corruption being ta'en from us,
 	We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.
 	Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,
 	In any case, the offer of the king.
 VERNON	Deliver what you will; I'll say 'tis so.
 	Here comes your cousin.
 HOTSPUR	My uncle is return'd:
 	Deliver up my Lord of Westmoreland.
 	Uncle, what news?
 EARL OF WORCESTER	The king will bid you battle presently.
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	Defy him by the Lord of Westmoreland.
 HOTSPUR	Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	Marry, and shall, and very willingly.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	There is no seeming mercy in the king.
 HOTSPUR	Did you beg any? God forbid!
 EARL OF WORCESTER	I told him gently of our grievances,
 	Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,
 	By now forswearing that he is forsworn:
 	He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge
 	With haughty arms this hateful name in us.
 	[Re-enter the EARL OF DOUGLAS]
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown
 	A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,
 	And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it;
 	Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king,
 	And, nephew, challenged you to single fight.
 HOTSPUR	O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,
 	And that no man might draw short breath today
 	But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
 	How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt?
 VERNON	No, by my soul; I never in my life
 	Did hear a challenge urged more modestly,
 	Unless a brother should a brother dare
 	To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
 	He gave you all the duties of a man;
 	Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue,
 	Spoke to your deservings like a chronicle,
 	Making you ever better than his praise
 	By still dispraising praise valued in you;
 	And, which became him like a prince indeed,
 	He made a blushing cital of himself;
 	And chid his truant youth with such a grace
 	As if he master'd there a double spirit.
 	Of teaching and of learning instantly.
 	There did he pause: but let me tell the world,
 	If he outlive the envy of this day,
 	England did never owe so sweet a hope,
 	So much misconstrued in his wantonness.
 HOTSPUR	Cousin, I think thou art enamoured
 	On his follies: never did I hear
 	Of any prince so wild a libertine.
 	But be he as he will, yet once ere night
 	I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
 	That he shall shrink under my courtesy.
 	Arm, arm with speed: and, fellows, soldiers, friends,
 	Better consider what you have to do
 	Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
 	Can lift your blood up with persuasion.
 	[Enter a Messenger]
 Messenger	My lord, here are letters for you.
 HOTSPUR	I cannot read them now.
 	O gentlemen, the time of life is short!
 	To spend that shortness basely were too long,
 	If life did ride upon a dial's point,
 	Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
 	An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
 	If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
 	Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair,
 	When the intent of bearing them is just.
 	[Enter another Messenger]
 Messenger	My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace.
 HOTSPUR	I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,
 	For I profess not talking; only this--
 	Let each man do his best: and here draw I
 	A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
 	With the best blood that I can meet withal
 	In the adventure of this perilous day.
 	Now, Esperance! Percy! and set on.
 	Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
 	And by that music let us all embrace;
 	For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall
 	A second time do such a courtesy.
 	[The trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt]
 SCENE III	Plain between the camps.
 	[KING HENRY enters with his power. Alarum to the
 	battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and SIR WALTER BLUNT]
 SIR WALTER BLUNT	What is thy name, that in the battle thus
 	Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
 	Upon my head?
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	                  Know then, my name is Douglas;
 	And I do haunt thee in the battle thus
 	Because some tell me that thou art a king.
 SIR WALTER BLUNT	They tell thee true.
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought
 	Thy likeness, for instead of thee, King Harry,
 	This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
 	Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
 SIR WALTER BLUNT	I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;
 	And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
 	Lord Stafford's death.
 	[They fight. DOUGLAS kills SIR WALTER BLUNT.
 	Enter HOTSPUR]
 HOTSPUR	O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
 	never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.
 HOTSPUR	This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well:
 	A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
 	Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
 	A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear:
 	Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
 HOTSPUR	The king hath many marching in his coats.
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
 	I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
 	Until I meet the king.
 HOTSPUR	Up, and away!
 	Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
 	[Alarum. Enter FALSTAFF, solus]
 FALSTAFF	Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear
 	the shot here; here's no scoring but upon the pate.
 	Soft! who are you? Sir Walter Blunt: there's honour
 	for you! here's no vanity! I am as hot as moulten
 	lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I
 	need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have
 	led my ragamuffins where they are peppered: there's
 	not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and
 	they are for the town's end, to beg during life.
 	But who comes here?
 PRINCE HENRY	What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword:
 	Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
 	Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
 	Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee,
 	lend me thy sword.
 FALSTAFF	O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile.
 	Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have
 	done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.
 PRINCE HENRY	He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee,
 	lend me thy sword.
 FALSTAFF	Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st
 	not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
 PRINCE HENRY	Give it to me: what, is it in the case?
 FALSTAFF	Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city.
 	[PRINCE HENRY draws it out, and finds it to be a
 	bottle of sack]
 PRINCE HENRY	What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
 	[He throws the bottle at him. Exit]
 FALSTAFF	Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do
 	come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his
 	willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like
 	not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give me
 	life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes
 	unlooked for, and there's an end.
 SCENE IV	Another part of the field.
 	[Alarum. Excursions. Enter PRINCE HENRY, LORD JOHN
 KING HENRY IV	I prithee,
 	Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.
 	Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
 LANCASTER	Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
 PRINCE HENRY	I beseech your majesty, make up,
 	Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
 KING HENRY IV	I will do so.
 	My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.
 WESTMORELAND	Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent.
 PRINCE HENRY	Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help:
 	And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive
 	The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
 	Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,
 	and rebels' arms triumph in massacres!
 LANCASTER	We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmoreland,
 	Our duty this way lies; for God's sake come.
 PRINCE HENRY	By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;
 	I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
 	Before, I loved thee as a brother, John;
 	But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
 KING HENRY IV	I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point
 	With lustier maintenance than I did look for
 	Of such an ungrown warrior.
 PRINCE HENRY	O, this boy
 	Lends mettle to us all!
 	[Enter DOUGLAS]
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads:
 	I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
 	That wear those colours on them: what art thou,
 	That counterfeit'st the person of a king?
 KING HENRY IV	The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart
 	So many of his shadows thou hast met
 	And not the very king. I have two boys
 	Seek Percy and thyself about the field:
 	But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,
 	I will assay thee: so, defend thyself.
 EARL OF DOUGLAS	I fear thou art another counterfeit;
 	And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:
 	But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be,
 	And thus I win thee.
 	[They fight. KING HENRY being in danger, PRINCE
 	HENRY enters]
 PRINCE HENRY	Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like
 	Never to hold it up again! the spirits
 	Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms:
 	It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee;
 	Who never promiseth but he means to pay.
 	[They fight: DOUGLAS flies]
 	Cheerly, my lord	how fares your grace?
 	Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent,
 	And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton straight.
 KING HENRY IV	Stay, and breathe awhile:
 	Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion,
 	And show'd thou makest some tender of my life,
 	In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.
 PRINCE HENRY	O God! they did me too much injury
 	That ever said I hearken'd for your death.
 	If it were so, I might have let alone
 	The insulting hand of Douglas over you,
 	Which would have been as speedy in your end
 	As all the poisonous potions in the world
 	And saved the treacherous labour of your son.
 KING HENRY IV	Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.
 	[Enter HOTSPUR]
 HOTSPUR	If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
 PRINCE HENRY	Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name.
 HOTSPUR	My name is Harry Percy.
 PRINCE HENRY	Why, then I see
 	A very valiant rebel of the name.
 	I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
 	To share with me in glory any more:
 	Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;
 	Nor can one England brook a double reign,
 	Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.
 HOTSPUR	Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come
 	To end the one of us; and would to God
 	Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!
 PRINCE HENRY	I'll make it greater ere I part from thee;
 	And all the budding honours on thy crest
 	I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.
 HOTSPUR	I can no longer brook thy vanities.
 	[They fight]
 	[Enter FALSTAFF]
 FALSTAFF	Well said, Hal! to it Hal! Nay, you shall find no
 	boy's play here, I can tell you.
 	[Re-enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF,
 	who falls down as if he were dead, and exit
 	DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded, and falls]
 HOTSPUR	O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth!
 	I better brook the loss of brittle life
 	Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;
 	They wound my thoughts worse than sword my flesh:
 	But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
 	And time, that takes survey of all the world,
 	Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,
 	But that the earthy and cold hand of death
 	Lies on my tongue: no, Percy, thou art dust
 	And food for--
 PRINCE HENRY	For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart!
 	Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
 	When that this body did contain a spirit,
 	A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
 	But now two paces of the vilest earth
 	Is room enough: this earth that bears thee dead
 	Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
 	If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
 	I should not make so dear a show of zeal:
 	But let my favours hide thy mangled face;
 	And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
 	For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
 	Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
 	Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
 	But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
 	[He spieth FALSTAFF on the ground]
 	What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
 	Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!
 	I could have better spared a better man:
 	O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
 	If I were much in love with vanity!
 	Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,
 	Though many dearer, in this bloody fray.
 	Embowell'd will I see thee by and by:
 	Till then in blood by noble Percy lie.
 FALSTAFF	[Rising up]  Embowelled! if thou embowel me to-day,
 	I'll give you leave to powder me and eat me too
 	to-morrow. 'Sblood,'twas time to counterfeit, or
 	that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too.
 	Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit: to die,
 	is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the
 	counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man:
 	but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby
 	liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and
 	perfect image of life indeed. The better part of
 	valour is discretion; in the which better part I
 	have saved my life.'Zounds, I am afraid of this
 	gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: how, if he
 	should counterfeit too and rise? by my faith, I am
 	afraid he would prove the better counterfeit.
 	Therefore I'll make him sure; yea, and I'll swear I
 	killed him. Why may not he rise as well as I?
 	Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me.
 	Therefore, sirrah,
 	[Stabbing him]
 	with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me.
 	[Takes up HOTSPUR on his back]
 PRINCE HENRY	Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd
 	Thy maiden sword.
 LANCASTER	                  But, soft! whom have we here?
 	Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?
 PRINCE HENRY	I did; I saw him dead,
 	Breathless and bleeding on the ground. Art
 	thou alive?
 	Or is it fantasy that plays upon our eyesight?
 	I prithee, speak; we will not trust our eyes
 	Without our ears: thou art not what thou seem'st.
 FALSTAFF	No, that's certain; I am not a double man: but if I
 	be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy:
 	[Throwing the body down]
 	if your father will do me any honour, so; if not, let
 	him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either
 	earl or duke, I can assure you.
 PRINCE HENRY	Why, Percy I killed myself and saw thee dead.
 FALSTAFF	Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how this world is given to
 	lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath;
 	and so was he: but we rose both at an instant and
 	fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be
 	believed, so; if not, let them that should reward
 	valour bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take
 	it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the
 	thigh: if the man were alive and would deny it,
 	'zounds, I would make him eat a piece of my sword.
 LANCASTER	This is the strangest tale that ever I heard.
 PRINCE HENRY	This is the strangest fellow, brother John.
 	Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
 	For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
 	I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
 	[A retreat is sounded]
 	The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours.
 	Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field,
 	To see what friends are living, who are dead.
 FALSTAFF	I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that
 	rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great,
 	I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and
 	live cleanly as a nobleman should do.
 SCENE V	Another part of the field.
 	[The trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE
 	with WORCESTER and VERNON prisoners]
 KING HENRY IV	Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.
 	Ill-spirited Worcester! did not we send grace,
 	Pardon and terms of love to all of you?
 	And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary?
 	Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
 	Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
 	A noble earl and many a creature else
 	Had been alive this hour,
 	If like a Christian thou hadst truly borne
 	Betwixt our armies true intelligence.
 EARL OF WORCESTER	What I have done my safety urged me to;
 	And I embrace this fortune patiently,
 	Since not to be avoided it falls on me.
 KING HENRY IV	Bear Worcester to the death and Vernon too:
 	Other offenders we will pause upon.
 	[Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded]
 	How goes the field?
 PRINCE HENRY	The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw
 	The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
 	The noble Percy slain, and all his men
 	Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest;
 	And falling from a hill, he was so bruised
 	That the pursuers took him. At my tent
 	The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace
 	I may dispose of him.
 KING HENRY IV	With all my heart.
 PRINCE HENRY	Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you
 	This honourable bounty shall belong:
 	Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
 	Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free:
 	His valour shown upon our crests to-day
 	Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds
 	Even in the bosom of our adversaries.
 LANCASTER	I thank your grace for this high courtesy,
 	Which I shall give away immediately.
 KING HENRY IV	Then this remains, that we divide our power.
 	You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland
 	Towards York shall bend you with your dearest speed,
 	To meet Northumberland and the prelate Scroop,
 	Who, as we hear, are busily in arms:
 	Myself and you, son Harry, will towards Wales,
 	To fight with Glendower and the Earl of March.
 	Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
 	Meeting the cheque of such another day:
 	And since this business so fair is done,
 	Let us not leave till all our own be won.

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