THE
HISTORIE
OF
Henry
the
fourth
.
Enter
the
King
,
Lord
Iohn
of
Lancaster
,
Earle
of
Westmerland
,
with
others
.
King
.
SO
shaken
as
we
are
,
so
wan
with
care
,
Find
we
a
time
for
frighted
peace
to
pant
,
And
breath
short
winded
accents
of
new
broiles
To
be
commencte
in
stronds
a
far
remote
:
No
more
the
thirsty
entrance
of
this
soile
Shal
dawbe
her
lips
with
her
own
childrens
bloud
,
No
more
shall
trenching
war
channel
her
fields
,
Nor
bruise
her
flourets
with
the
armed
hoofes
Of
hostile
paces
:
those
opposed
eies
,
Which
like
the
meteors
of
a
troubled
heauen
,
Al
of
one
nature
,
of
one
substance
bred
,
Did
lately
meete
in
the
intestine
shocke
And
furious
close
of
ciuill
butcherie
,
Shall
now
in
mutuall
welbeseeming
rankes
,
March
all
one
way
,
and
be
no
more
oppos'd
Against
acquaintance
,
kindred
and
allyes
.
The
edge
of
war
,
like
an
ill
sheathed
knife
,
No
more
shall
cut
his
maister
:
therefore
friends
,
As
far
as
to
the
sepulcher
of
Christ
,
Whose
soldiour
now
,
vnder
whose
blessed
crosse
We
are
impressed
and
ingag'd
to
fight
,
Forthwith
a
power
of
English
shall
we
leauy
,
Whose
armes
were
moulded
in
their
mothers
wombe
,
To
chase
these
pagans
in
those
holy
fields
,
Ouer
whose
acres
walkt
those
blessed
feet
,
Which
1400.
yeares
ago
were
naild
,
For
our
aduantage
on
the
bitter
crosse
.
But
this
our
purpose
now
is
twelue
month
old
,
And
bootelesse
t
is
to
tell
you
we
wil
go
.
Therefore
we
meet
not
nowe
:
then
let
me
heare
Of
you
my
gentle
Cosen
Westmerland
,
What
yesternight
our
counsell
did
decree
In
forwarding
this
deere
expedience
.
West
.
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
,
loden
with
heauy
newes
,
Whose
worst
was
that
the
noble
Mortimer
,
Leading
the
men
of
Herdforshire
to
fight
Against
the
irregular
,
and
wild
Glendower
,
Was
by
the
rude
hands
of
that
Welchman
taken
,
A
thousand
of
his
people
butchered
,
Vpon
whose
dead
corpes
there
was
such
misuse
,
Such
beastly
shamelesse
transformation
By
those
Welch-women
done
,
as
may
not
be
Without
much
shame
,
retould
,
or
spoken
of
.
King
.
It
seemes
then
that
the
tidings
of
this
broile
,
Brake
off
our
businesse
for
the
holy
land
.
West
.
This
matcht
with
other
did
,
my
gratious
L.
For
more
vneuen
and
vnwelcome
newes
Came
from
the
North
,
and
thus
it
did
import
,
On
holly
rode
day
the
gallant
Hotspur
there
,
Yong
Harry
Percy
,
and
braue
Archibold
,
That
euer
valiant
and
approued
Scot
,
At
Holmedon
met
,
where
they
did
spend
A
sad
and
bloudy
houre
:
As
by
discharge
of
their
artillery
,
And
shape
of
likelihood
the
newes
was
told
:
For
he
that
brought
them
in
the
very
heat
And
pride
of
their
contention
,
did
take
horse
Vncertaine
of
the
issue
any
way
.
King
.
Here
is
deere
,
a
true
industrious
friend
,
Sir
Walter
Blunt
new
lighted
from
his
horse
,
Staind
with
the
variation
of
each
soile
,
Betwixt
that
Holmedon
and
this
seat
of
ours
:
And
he
hath
brought
vs
smothe
and
welcom
newes
,
The
Earle
of
Douglas
is
discomfited
,
Ten
thousand
bould
Scots
,
two
and
twenty
knights
Balkt
in
their
own
bloud
.
Did
sir
Walter
see
On
Holmedons
plaines
,
of
prisoners
Hotspur
tooke
Mordake
Earle
of
Fife
,
and
eldest
sonne
To
beaten
Douglas
,
and
the
Earle
of
Athol
,
Of
Murrey
,
Angus
,
and
Menteith
:
And
is
not
this
an
honorable
spoile
?
A
gallant
priz
?
Ha
coosen
,
is
it
not
?
In
faith
it
is
.
West
.
A
conquest
for
a
Prince
to
boast
of
.
King
.
Yea
,
there
thou
makst
me
sad
,
and
makst
me
sinne
In
enuy
,
that
my
Lord
Northumberland
Should
be
the
father
to
so
blest
a
sonne
:
A
sonne
,
who
is
the
theame
of
honors
tongue
,
Amongst
a
groue
,
the
very
straightest
plant
,
Who
is
sweet
fortunes
minion
and
her
pride
,
Whilst
I
by
looking
on
the
praise
of
him
See
ryot
and
dishonour
staine
the
brow
Of
my
young
Harry
.
O
that
it
could
be
prou'd
That
some
night
tripping
fairy
had
exchang'd
,
In
cradle
clothes
our
children
where
they
lay
,
And
cald
mine
Percy
,
his
Plantagenet
,
Then
would
I
haue
his
Harry
,
and
he
mine
:
But
let
him
from
my
thoughts
.
What
think
you
coose
Of
this
young
Percies
pride
?
The
prisoners
Which
he
in
this
aduenture
hath
surprizd
To
his
own
vse
,
he
keepes
and
sends
me
word
I
shal
haue
none
but
Mordake
Earle
of
Fife
.
West
.
This
is
his
vncles
teaching
.
This
is
Worcester
,
Maleuolent
to
you
in
all
aspects
,
Which
makes
him
prune
himselfe
,
and
bristle
vp
The
crest
of
youth
against
your
dignity
.
King
.
But
I
haue
sent
for
him
to
answere
this
:
And
for
this
cause
a
while
we
must
neglect
Our
holy
purpose
to
Ierusalem
.
Coosen
on
wednesday
next
our
councel
we
wil
hold
At
Windsore
,
so
informe
the
Lords
:
But
come
your selfe
with
speed
to
vs
againe
,
For
more
is
to
be
said
and
to
be
done
,
Then
out
of
anger
can
be
vttered
.
West
.
I
will
my
liege
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
prince
of
Wales
,
and
Sir
Iohn
Falstaffe
.
Falst.
Now
Hal
,
what
time
of
day
is
it
lad
?
Prince
.
Thou
art
so
fat-witted
with
drinking
of
olde
sacke
,
and
vnbuttoning
thee
after
supper
,
and
sleeping
vpon
benches
afternoone
;
that
thou
hast
forgotten
to
demaunde
that
truelie
which
thou
wouldest
trulie
knowe
.
What
a
diuell
hast
thou
to
do
with
the
time
of
the
daie
?
vnles
houres
were
cups
of
sacke
,
and
minutes
capons
,
and
clockes
the
tongues
of
Baudes
,
and
Dialles
the
signes
of
leaping
houses
,
and
the
blessed
sunne
himselfe
a
faire
hot
wench
in
flame-couloured
taffata
;
I
see
no
reason
why
thou
shouldst
be
so
superfluous
to
demaunde
the
time
of
the
day
.
Falst.
Indeede
you
come
neere
me
nowe
Hal
,
for
wee
that
take
purses
go
by
the
moone
and
the
seuen
stars
,
and
not
by
Phoebus
,
he
,
that
wandring
knight
so
faire
:
and
I
prethe
sweet
wag
when
thou
art
a
king
as
God
saue
thy
grace
:
maiestie
I
should
say
,
for
grace
thou
wilt
haue
none
.
Prince
.
What
none
?
Falst.
No
by
my
troth
,
not
so
much
as
will
serue
to
bee
prologue
to
an
egge
and
butter
.
Prin.
Wel
,
how
then
?
come
roundly
,
roundly
.
Falst.
Marry
then
sweet
wag
,
when
thou
art
king
let
not
vs
that
are
squiers
of
the
nights
bodie
,
bee
called
theeues
of
the
daies
beauty
:
let
vs
be
Dianaes
forresters
,
gentlemen
of
the
shade
,
minions
of
the
moone
,
and
let
men
say
wee
be
men
of
good
gouernement
,
being
gouerned
as
the
sea
is
,
by
our
noble
and
chast
mistresse
the
moone
,
vnder
whose
countenaunce
we
steale
.
Prince
.
Thou
saiest
well
,
and
it
holds
wel
to
,
for
the
fortune
of
vs
that
are
the
moones
men
,
doth
ebbe
and
flow
like
the
sea
,
being
gouerned
as
the
sea
is
by
the
moone
,
as
for
proofe
.
Now
a
purse
of
gold
most
resolutely
snatcht
on
Munday
night
and
most
dissolutely
spent
on
tuesday
morning
,
got
with
swearing
,
lay
by
,
and
spent
with
crying
,
bring
in
,
now
in
as
low
an
ebbe
as
the
foot
of
the
ladder
,
and
by
and
by
in
as
high
a
flow
as
the
ridge
of
the
gallowes
.
Falst.
By
the
Lord
thou
saist
true
lad
,
and
is
not
my
hostesse
of
the
tauerne
a
most
sweet
wench
?
Prin.
As
the
hony
of
Hibla
my
old
lad
of
the
castle
,
and
is
not
a
buffe
Jerkin
a
most
sweet
robe
of
durance
?
Falst.
How
now
,
how
nowe
mad
wag
,
what
in
thy
quips
and
thy
quiddities
?
what
a
plague
haue
I
to
doe
with
a
buffe
Ierkin
?
Prince
.
Why
what
a
poxe
haue
I
to
do
with
my
hostesse
of
the
tauerne
?
Falst.
Well
,
thou
hast
cald
her
to
a
reckoning
many
a
time
and
oft
.
Prince
.
Did
I
euer
call
for
thee
to
pay
thy
part
?
Falst.
No
,
i
le
giue
thee
thy
due
,
thou
hast
paid
all
there
.
Prin.
Yea
and
else
where
,
so
far
as
my
coine
would
stretch
,
and
where
it
would
not
,
I
haue
vsed
my
credit
.
Falst.
Yea
,
and
so
vs'd
it
that
were
it
not
here
apparant
that
thou
art
heire
apparant
.
But
I
prethe
sweet
wag
,
shall
there
be
gallowes
standing
in
England
when
thou
art
king
?
and
resolution
thus
subd
as
it
is
with
the
rusty
curbe
of
olde
father
Anticke
the
law
,
do
not
thou
when
thou
art
king
hang
a
theefe
.
Prince
.
No
,
thou
shalt
.
Falst.
Shall
I
?
O
rare
!
by
the
Lord
i
le
be
a
braue
iudge
.
Prin.
Thou
iudgest
false
already
,
I
meane
thou
shalt
haue
the
hanging
of
the
theeues
,
and
so
become
a
rare
hangman
.
Falst.
Well
Hall
well
,
and
in
some
sort
it
iumpes
with
my
humour
,
as
well
as
waighting
in
the
Court
I
can
tell
you
.
Prince
.
For
obtaining
of
suites
?
Falst.
Yea
,
for
obtaining
of
suites
,
whereof
the
hangman
hath
no
leane
wardrob
.
Zbloud
I
am
as
melancholy
as
a
gyb
Cat
,
or
a
lugd
beare
.
Prin.
Or
an
old
lyon
,
or
a
louers
Lute
.
Falst.
Yea
,
or
the
drone
of
a
Lincolnshire
bagpipe
.
Prince
.
What
saiest
thou
to
a
Hare
,
or
the
malancholy
of
Mooreditch
?
Falst.
Thou
hast
the
most
vnsauory
smiles
,
and
art
indeed
the
most
comparatiue
rascalliest
sweet
yong
Prince
.
But
Hal
,
I
prethe
trouble
me
no
more
with
vanitie
,
I
woulde
to
God
thou
and
I
knewe
where
a
commodity
of
good
names
were
to
be
bought
:
an
olde
Lorde
of
the
councell
rated
me
the
other
day
in
the
street
about
you
sir
,
but
I
markt
him
not
,
and
yet
he
talkt
very
wisely
,
but
I
regarded
him
not
,
and
yet
hee
talkt
wisely
and
in
the
street
to
.
Prin.
Thou
didst
well
,
for
wisedome
cries
out
in
the
streets
and
no
man
regards
it
.
Falst.
O
thou
hast
damnable
iteration
,
and
art
indeed
able
to
corrupt
a
saint
:
thou
hast
done
much
harme
vpon
me
Hal
,
God
forgiue
thee
for
it
:
before
I
knewe
thee
Hal
I
knewe
nothing
,
and
now
am
I
,
if
a
man
should
speake
trulie
,
little
better
then
one
of
the
wicked
:
I
must
giue
ouer
this
life
,
and
I
will
giue
it
ouer
:
by
the
Lord
and
I
doe
not
,
I
am
a
villaine
,
i
le
bee
damnd
for
neuer
a
kings
sonne
in
Christendom
.
Prin.
Where
shal
we
take
a
purse
to
morrow
Iacke
?
Falst.
Zounds
where
thou
wilt
lad
,
i
le
make
one
,
an
I
do
not
call
me
villaine
and
baffell
me
.
Prin.
I
see
a
good
amendment
of
life
in
thee
,
from
praying
to
purse-taking
.
Fal.
Why
Hall
,
t
is
my
vocation
Hall
,
t
is
no
sinne
for
a
man
to
labor
in
his
vocation
.
Enter
Poines
.
Poynes
nowe
shall
we
knowe
if
Gadshill
haue
set
a
match
.
O
if
men
were
to
be
saued
by
merit
,
what
hole
in
hell
were
hot
enough
for
him
?
this
is
the
most
omnipotent
villaine
that
euer
cried
,
stand
,
to
a
true
man
.
Prin.
Good
morrow
Ned.
Poines
.
Good
morrow
sweete
Hal.
What
saies
Monsieur
remorse
?
what
saies
sir
Iohn
Sacke
,
and
Sugar
Iacke
?
howe
agrees
the
Diuell
and
thee
about
thy
soule
that
thou
souldest
him
on
good
friday
last
,
for
a
cup
of
Medera
and
a
cold
capons
legge
.
Prince
.
Sir
Iohn
stands
to
his
word
,
the
diuell
shall
haue
his
bargaine
,
for
he
was
neuer
yet
a
breaker
of
prouerbes
:
he
will
giue
the
diuell
his
due
.
Poynes
.
Then
art
thou
damnd
for
keeping
thy
worde
with
the
diuell
.
Prince
.
Else
hee
had
bin
damnd
for
coosening
the
diuell
.
Poy
.
But
my
lads
,
my
lads
,
to
morrow
morning
,
by
foure
a
clocke
early
at
Gadshill
,
there
are
pilgrims
going
to
Canturburie
with
rich
offerings
,
and
traders
riding
to
London
with
fat
purses
.
I
haue
vizards
for
you
al
you
haue
horses
for
your selues
,
Gadshill
lies
to
night
in
Rochester
,
I
haue
bespoke
supper
to
morrow
night
in
Fastcheape
:
we
may
do
it
as
secure
as
sleepe
,
if
you
will
go
I
will
stuffe
your
purses
full
of
crownes
:
if
you
will
not
tarie
at
home
and
be
hangd
.
Falst.
Heare
ye
Yedward
,
if
I
tarry
at
home
and
go
not
,
i
le
hang
you
for
going
.
Po.
You
will
chops
.
Falst.
Hal
wilt
thou
make
one
?
Prince
.
Who
I
rob
,
I
a
thiefe
?
not
I
by
my
faith
.
Falst.
There
s
neither
honestie
,
manhood
,
nor
good
fellowship
in
thee
,
nor
thou
camst
not
of
the
bloud
roiall
,
if
thou
darest
not
stand
for
ten
shillings
.
Prince
.
Well
then
,
once
in
my
dayes
i
le
be
a
madcap
.
Falst.
Why
that
s
well
said
.
Prince
.
Well
,
come
what
wil
,
i
le
tarrie
at
home
.
Falst.
By
the
lord
,
i
le
be
a
traitor
then
,
when
thou
art
king
.
Prince
.
I
care
not
.
Po
Sir
Iohn
,
I
preethe
leaue
the
prince
and
mee
alone
,
I
will
lay
him
downe
such
reasons
for
this
aduenture
that
he
shall
go
.
Falst.
Well
God
giue
thee
the
spirit
of
perswasion
,
and
him
the
eares
of
profiting
,
that
what
thou
speakest
,
may
moue
,
and
what
he
heares
,
may
be
beleeued
,
that
the
true
prince
may
for
recreation
sake
)
proue
a
false
thiefe
,
for
the
poore
abuses
of
the
time
want
countenance
:
farewel
▪
you
shal
find
me
in
Eastcheap
Prin
Farewel
the
latter
spring
,
farewel
Alhallowne
summer
.
Poin
Now
my
good
sweete
hony
Lord
,
ride
with
vs
to
morrow
.
I
haue
a
ieast
to
execute
,
that
I
cannot
mannage
alone
.
Falstalffe
Haruey
,
Rossill
,
and
Gadshil
,
shal
rob
those
men
that
we
haue
already
way-laid
,
yourselfe
and
I
will
not
bee
there
,
and
when
they
haue
the
bootie
,
if
you
and
I
doe
not
rob
them
,
cut
this
head
off
from
my
shoulders
.
Prin.
How
shall
we
part
with
them
in
setting
forth
?
Po.
Why
,
we
wil
set
forth
before
or
after
them
,
and
appoint
them
a
place
of
meeting
,
wherein
it
is
at
our
pleasure
to
faile
;
and
then
wil
they
aduenture
vpon
the
exploit
themselues
,
which
they
shal
haue
no
sooner
atchieued
but
wee
le
set
vpon
them
.
Prin.
Yea
but
t
is
like
that
they
wil
know
vs
by
our
horses
,
by
our
habits
,
and
by
euery
other
appointment
to
be
our selues
.
Po.
Tut
,
our
horses
they
shal
not
see
,
i
le
tie
them
in
the
wood
,
our
vizards
wee
wil
change
after
wee
leaue
them
:
and
sirrha
,
I
haue
cases
of
Buckrom
for
the
nonce
,
to
immaske
our
noted
outward
garments
.
Prin.
Yea
,
but
I
doubt
they
wil
be
too
hard
for
vs
.
Po.
Wel
,
for
two
of
them
,
I
know
them
to
bee
as
true
bred
cowards
as
euer
turnd
backe
:
and
for
the
third
,
if
he
sight
longer
then
he
sees
reason
,
i
le
forsweare
armes
.
The
vertue
of
this
ieast
wil
be
the
incomprehensible
lies
,
that
this
same
fat
rogue
wil
tel
vs
when
we
meet
at
supper
,
how
thirtie
at
least
he
fought
with
,
what
wardes
,
what
blowes
,
what
extremities
he
indured
,
and
in
the
reproofe
of
this
liues
the
iest
.
Prin.
Well
,
i
le
goe
with
thee
,
prouide
vs
all
thinges
necessarie
,
and
meete
me
to
morrow
night
in
Eastcheape
,
there
i
le
sup
:
farewell
.
Po.
Farewel
my
Lord.
Exit
Poines
.
Prin.
I
know
you
all
,
and
wil
a
while
vphold
The
vnyokt
humour
of
your
idlenes
,
Yet
herein
wil
I
imitate
the
sunne
,
Who
doth
permit
the
base
contagious
clouds
To
smother
vp
his
beautie
from
the
world
,
That
when
he
please
againe
to
be
himselfe
,
Being
wanted
he
may
be
more
wondred
at
By
breaking
through
the
soule
and
ougly
mists
Of
vapours
that
did
seeme
to
strangle
him
.
If
all
the
yeere
were
playing
holly-dayes
,
To
sport
would
be
as
tedious
as
to
worke
;
But
when
they
seldome
come
,
they
wisht
for
come
,
And
nothing
pleaseth
but
rare
accidents
:
So
when
this
loose
behauiour
I
throw
off
,
And
pay
the
debt
I
neuer
promised
,
By
how
much
better
then
my
word
I
am
,
By
so
much
shall
I
falsifie
mens
hopes
,
And
like
bright
mettal
on
a
sullein
ground
,
My
reformation
glittring
ore
my
fault
,
Shal
shew
more
goodly
,
and
attract
more
eyes
Then
that
which
hath
no
foile
to
set
it
off
.
I
le
so
offend
,
to
make
offence
a
skill
,
Redeeming
time
when
men
thinke
least
I
wil.
Exit
.
Enter
the
King
,
Northumberland
,
Worcester
,
Hotspur
,
sir
Walterblu●t
,
with
others
.
King
.
My
blood
hath
bin
too
colde
and
temperate
,
Vnapt
to
stir
at
these
indignities
,
And
you
haue
found
me
,
for
accordingly
You
tread
vpon
my
patience
,
but
be
sure
I
will
from
henceforth
rather
be
my selfe
Mightie
,
and
to
be
fearde
,
then
my
condition
Which
hath
bin
smooth
as
oile
soft
as
yong
downe
,
And
therefore
lost
that
title
of
respect
,
Which
the
proud
soule
neare
payes
but
to
the
proud
.
Wor.
Our
house
(
my
soueraigne
liege
)
little
deserues
The
scourge
of
greatnes
to
be
vsd
on
it
,
And
that
same
greatnesse
to
,
which
our
owne
hands
Haue
holpe
to
make
so
portly
.
Nor.
My
Lord
.
King
.
Worcester
get
thee
gone
for
I
do
see
Danger
,
and
di●obedience
in
thine
eie
:
O
sir
,
your
presence
is
too
bold
and
peremptorie
,
And
Maiestie
might
neuer
yet
endure
The
moodie
frontier
of
a
seruant
browe
,
You
haue
good
leaue
to
leaue
vs
,
when
we
need
Your
vse
and
counsel
we
shall
send
for
you
.
Exit
.
Wor.
You
were
about
to
speake
.
North.
Yea
my
good
Lord
.
Those
prisoners
in
your
highnes
name
demanded
.
Which
Harry
Percy
here
at
Holmedon
tooke
,
Were
as
he
saies
,
nor
with
such
strength
denied
As
is
deliuered
to
your
maiestie
.
Either
enuie
therefore
,
or
misprision
,
Is
guiltie
of
this
fault
,
and
not
my
sonne
.
Hotsp
.
My
liege
,
I
did
denie
no
prisoners
,
But
I
remember
when
the
fight
was
done
,
When
I
was
drie
with
rage
,
and
extreame
toile
,
Breathles
and
faint
,
leaning
vpon
my
sword
,
Came
there
a
certaine
Lord
,
neat
and
trimly
drest
,
Fresh
as
a
bridegroome
,
and
his
chin
new
rept
,
Shewd
like
a
stubble
land
as
haruest
home
,
He
was
perfumed
like
a
Milliner
,
And
twixt
his
finger
and
his
thumbe
he
helde
A
pouncet
boxe
,
which
euer
and
anon
He
gaue
his
nose
,
and
too
kt
away
againe
,
Who
therewith
angry
,
when
it
next
came
there
Tooke
it
in
snuffe
,
and
still
hee
smild
and
talkt
:
And
as
the
souldiours
bore
dead
bodies
by
,
He
cald
them
vntaught
knaues
,
vnmanerlie
,
To
bring
a
slouenly
vnhandsome
coarse
Betwixt
the
winde
and
his
nobilitie
:
With
many
holly-day
and
ladie
termes
He
questioned
me
,
amongst
the
rest
demanded
My
prisoners
in
your
Maiesties
behalfe
.
I
then
,
all
smarting
with
my
wounds
being
cold
,
To
be
so
pestred
with
a
Popingay
,
Out
of
my
griefe
and
my
impacience
Answerd
neglectingly
,
I
know
not
what
He
should
or
he
should
not
,
for
he
made
me
mad
To
see
him
shine
so
briske
,
and
smell
so
sweet
,
And
talke
so
like
a
waiting
gentlewoman
,
Of
guns
,
and
drums
,
and
wounds
,
God
saue
the
mark
:
And
telling
me
the
soueraignest
thing
on
earth
Was
Parmacitie
,
for
an
inward
bruise
,
And
that
it
was
great
pitty
,
so
it
was
,
This
villanous
saltpeeter
,
should
be
digd
Out
of
the
bowels
of
the
harmeles
earth
,
Which
many
a
good
tall
fellow
had
destroyed
So
cowardly
,
and
but
for
these
vile
guns
He
would
himselfe
haue
beene
a
souldior
.
This
bald
vnioynted
that
of
h●s
(
my
Lord
)
I
answered
indirectly
(
as
I
said
)
And
I
beseech
you
,
let
not
his
report
Come
currant
for
an
accusation
Betwixt
my
loue
and
your
high
maiestie
.
Blunt
.
The
circumstance
considered
,
good
my
lord
,
What
ere
Lord
Harry
Percie
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
neuer
rise
To
do
him
wrong
,
or
any
way
impeach
What
then
he
said
,
so
he
vnsay
it
now
.
King
.
Why
yet
he
doth
denie
his
prisoners
,
But
with
prouiso
and
exception
,
That
we
at
our
owne
charge
shall
ransome
straight
His
brother
in
law
,
the
foolish
Mortimer
,
Who
on
my
soule
,
hath
wilfully
betraid
The
liues
of
those
,
that
he
did
lead
to
fight
Against
that
great
Magitian
,
damnd
Glendower
,
Whose
daughter
as
we
heare
,
that
Earle
of
March
Hath
lately
married
:
shall
our
coffers
then
Be
emptied
,
to
redeeme
a
traitor
home
?
Shall
we
buy
treason
?
and
indent
with
feares
When
they
haue
lost
and
forfeited
themselues
?
No
,
on
the
barren
mountaines
let
him
starue
;
For
I
shall
neuer
hold
that
man
my
friend
,
Whose
tongue
shall
aske
me
for
one
penny
cost
To
ransome
home
reuolted
Mortimer
,
Hot.
Reuolted
Mortimer
:
He
neuer
did
fall
off
,
my
soueraigne
liege
But
by
the
chance
of
war
,
to
proue
that
true
Needs
no
more
but
one
tongue
:
for
all
those
wounds
,
Those
mouthed
wounds
which
valiantly
he
tooke
,
When
on
the
gentle
Seuerns
siedgie
banke
,
In
single
opposition
hand
to
hand
,
He
did
confound
the
best
part
of
an
houre
,
In
changing
hardiment
with
great
Glendower
,
Three
times
they
breathd
,
&
three
times
did
they
drinke
Vpon
agreement
of
swift
Seuerns
floud
,
Who
then
affrighted
with
their
bloudie
lookes
,
Ran
fearefully
among
the
trembling
reedes
.
And
hid
his
crispe-head
in
the
hollow
banke
,
Bloud-stained
with
these
valiant
combatants
,
Neuer
did
bare
and
rotten
policy
Colour
her
working
with
such
deadly
wounds
,
Nor
neuer
could
the
noble
Mortimer
Receiue
so
many
,
and
all
willingly
,
Then
let
not
him
be
slandered
with
reuolt
.
King
.
Thou
dost
bely
him
Percy
,
thou
dost
bely
him
,
He
neuer
did
encounter
with
Glendower
:
I
tel
thee
,
he
durst
as
well
haue
met
the
diuell
alone
,
As
Owen
Glendower
for
an
enemy
.
Art
thou
not
asham'd
?
but
sirrha
,
hence
forth
Let
me
not
heare
you
speake
of
Mortimer
:
Send
me
your
prisoners
with
the
speediest
meanes
,
Or
you
shal
heare
in
such
a
kind
from
me
As
will
displease
you
.
My
Lord
Northumberland
:
We
licence
your
departure
with
your
sonne
,
Send
vs
your
prisoners
,
or
you
wil
heare
of
it
.
Exit
King
Hot.
And
if
the
diuel
come
and
rore
for
them
I
wil
not
send
them
:
I
will
after
straight
And
tel
him
so
,
for
I
will
ease
my
hart
,
Albeit
I
make
a
hazard
of
my
head
.
Nor.
What
?
dronk
with
choler
,
stay
,
&
pause
a
while
,
Here
comes
your
vncle
.
Enter
Wor.
Hot.
Speake
of
Mortimer
?
Zounds
I
will
speake
of
him
,
and
let
my
soule
Want
mercy
if
I
do
not
ioine
with
him
:
Yea
on
his
part
i
le
empty
all
these
vaines
,
And
shed
my
deere
bloud
,
drop
by
drop
in
the
dust
,
But
I
will
lift
the
down-trod
Mortimer
As
high
in
the
aire
as
this
vnthankefull
king
,
As
this
ingrate
and
cankred
Bullingbrooke
.
Nor.
Brother
,
the
king
hath
made
your
nephew
mad
.
Wor.
Who
strooke
this
heat
vp
after
I
was
gone
?
Hot.
He
wil
forsooth
haue
all
my
prisoners
,
And
when
I
vrg'd
the
ransome
once
againe
Of
my
wiues
brother
,
then
his
cheeke
lookt
pale
,
And
on
my
face
he
turn'd
an
eie
of
death
,
Trembling
euen
at
the
name
of
Mortimer
.
Worst
.
I
cannot
blame
him
,
was
not
he
proclaim'd
By
Richard
that
dead
is
,
the
next
of
bloud
?
North
He
was
,
I
heard
the
proclamation
:
And
then
it
was
,
when
the
vnhappy
king
,
(
Whose
wrongs
in
vs
God
pardon
)
did
set
forth
Vpon
his
Irish
expedition
;
From
whence
he
intercepted
,
did
returne
To
be
depos'd
,
and
shortly
murdered
.
Worst
.
And
for
whose
death
,
we
in
the
worlds
wide
mouth
Liue
scandaliz'd
and
fouly
spoken
of
.
Hot.
But
soft
,
I
pray
you
did
king
Richard
then
Proclaime
my
brother
Edmund
Mortimer
Heire
to
the
crowne
?
North.
He
did
,
my selfe
did
heare
it
.
Hot.
Nay
then
I
cannot
blame
his
coosen
king
,
That
wisht
him
on
the
barren
mountaines
starue
,
But
shal
it
be
that
you
that
set
the
crowne
Vpon
the
head
of
this
forgetfulman
,
And
for
his
sake
weare
the
detested
blot
Of
murtherous
subornation
?
shal
it
be
That
you
a
world
of
curses
vndergo
,
Being
the
agents
,
or
base
second
meanes
,
The
cordes
,
the
ladder
,
or
the
hangman
rather
,
O
pardon
me
,
that
I
descend
so
low
,
To
shew
the
line
and
the
predicament
,
Wherein
you
range
vnder
this
subtil
king
!
Shall
it
for
shame
be
spoken
in
these
daies
,
Orfil
vp
Chronicles
in
time
to
come
,
That
men
of
your
nobility
and
power
Did
gage
them
both
in
an
vniust
behalfe
,
(
As
both
of
you
,
God
pardon
it
,
haue
done
)
To
put
down
Richard
,
that
sweet
louely
Rose
,
And
plant
this
thorne
,
this
canker
Bullingbrooke
?
And
shal
it
in
more
shame
be
further
spoken
,
That
you
are
foold
,
discarded
,
and
shooke
off
By
him
,
for
whom
these
shames
ye
vnderwent
?
No
,
yet
time
serues
,
wherein
you
may
redeeme
Your
banisht
honors
,
and
restore
your selues
Into
the
good
thoughts
of
the
world
againe
:
Reuenge
the
ieering
and
disdaind
contempt
Of
this
proud
king
,
who
studies
day
and
night
To
answere
all
the
debt
he
owes
to
you
,
Euen
with
the
bloudie
paiment
of
your
deaths
:
Therefore
I
say
.
Wor.
Peace
coosen
,
say
no
more
And
now
I
will
vnclaspe
a
secret
booke
,
And
to
your
quicke
conceiuing
discontents
I
le
reade
you
matter
deepe
and
daungerous
,
As
full
of
perill
and
aduenterous
spirit
,
As
to
ore
walke
a
Current
roring
lowd
,
On
the
vnstedfast
footing
of
a
speare
.
Hot.
If
he
fall
in
,
god-night
,
or
sinke
,
or
swim
,
Send
danger
from
the
East
vnto
the
West
.
So
honor
crosse
it
,
from
the
North
to
South
,
And
let
them
grapple
:
O
the
bloud
more
stirs
To
rou'e
a
lyon
than
to
start
a
hare
.
North.
Imagination
of
some
great
exploit
Driues
him
beyond
the
bounds
of
patience
.
By
heauen
me
thinkes
it
were
an
easie
leape
,
To
plucke
bright
honour
from
the
palefac'd
moone
,
Or
diue
into
the
bottome
of
the
deepe
,
Where
fadome
line
cou'd
neuer
touch
the
ground
,
And
plucke
vp
drowned
honour
by
the
locks
,
So
he
that
doth
redeeme
her
thence
might
weare
Without
cor●iuall
all
her
dignities
,
But
out
vpon
this
halfe
fac't
fellowship
.
Wor
He
apprehends
a
world
of
figures
here
,
But
not
the
forme
of
what
he
should
attend
,
Good
coosen
giue
me
audience
for
a
while
.
Hot.
I
crie
you
mercie
.
Wor
Those
same
noble
Scots
that
are
your
prisoners
Hot.
I
le
keepe
them
all
;
By
God
he
shall
not
haue
a
Scot
of
them
,
No
,
if
a
Scot
would
saue
his
soule
he
shall
not
.
I
le
keepe
them
by
this
hand
.
Wor.
You
start
away
,
And
lend
no
care
vnto
my
purposes
:
Those
prisoners
you
shall
keepe
.
Hot.
Nay
I
will
:
that
s
flat
:
He
said
he
would
not
ransome
Mortimer
,
Forbad
my
tongue
to
speake
of
Mortimer
,
But
I
will
find
him
when
he
lies
asleepe
,
And
in
his
care
i
le
hollow
Mortimer
:
Nay
,
i
le
haue
a
starling
shal
be
taught
to
speake
Nothing
but
Mortimer
,
and
giue
it
him
To
keepe
his
anger
still
in
motion
.
Wor.
Heare
you
cosen
a
word
.
Hot.
All
studies
here
I
solemnly
defie
,
Saue
how
to
gall
and
pinch
this
Bullenbrooke
,
And
that
same
sword
and
buckler
Prince
of
Wales
,
But
that
I
thinke
his
father
loues
him
not
,
And
would
be
glad
he
met
with
some
mischance
:
I
would
haue
him
poisoned
with
a
pot
of
ale
.
Wor.
Farewel
kinsman
,
i
le
talke
to
you
When
you
are
better
temperd
to
attend
.
Nor.
Why
what
a
waspe-stung
and
impatient
foole
Art
thou
?
to
breake
into
this
womans
moode
,
Tying
thine
care
to
no
toung
but
thine
owne
?
Hot.
Why
looke
you
,
I
am
whipt
and
scourg'd
with
rods
,
Netled
,
and
stung
with
pismires
,
when
I
heare
Of
this
vile
polititian
Bullingbrooke
,
In
Richards
time
,
what
do
you
call
the
place
?
A
plague
vpon
it
,
it
is
in
Glocestershire
;
T
was
where
the
mad-cap
duke
his
vncle
kept
His
vncle
Yorke
,
where
I
first
bowed
my
knee
Vnto
this
king
of
smiles
,
this
Bullenbrooke
:
Zbloud
,
when
you
and
he
came
backe
from
Rauenspurgh
.
North.
At
Barkly
castle
.
Hot.
You
say
true
.
Why
what
a
candy
deale
of
curtesie
,
This
fawning
greyhound
then
did
profer
me
,
Looke
when
his
infant
fortune
came
to
age
,
And
gentle
Harry
Percy
,
and
kind
coosen
:
O
the
diuill
take
such
coosoners
,
god
forgiue
me
,
Good
vncle
tell
your
tale
,
I
haue
done
.
Wor.
Nay
,
if
you
haue
not
,
to
it
againe
,
We
wil
stay
your
leisure
.
Hot.
I
haue
done
Ifaith
.
Wor.
Then
once
more
to
your
Scottish
prisoners
,
Deliuer
them
vp
without
their
ransome
straight
,
And
make
the
Douglas
sonne
your
only
meane
For
Powers
in
Scotland
,
which
for
diuers
reasons
Which
I
shall
send
you
written
,
be
assur'd
Wil
easely
be
granted
you
my
Lord
.
Your
sonne
in
Scotland
being
thus
emploied
,
Shal
secretly
into
the
bosome
creepe
Of
that
same
noble
prelat
welbelou'd
,
The
Archbishop
.
Hot.
Of
Yorke
,
is
it
not
?
Wor.
True
,
who
beares
hard
His
brothers
death
at
Bristow
the
lord
Scroop
,
I
speake
not
this
in
estimation
,
As
what
I
thinke
might
be
,
but
what
I
know
Is
ruminated
,
plotted
,
and
set
downe
,
And
onely
staies
but
to
behold
the
face
Of
that
occasion
that
shal
bring
it
on
.
Hot.
I
smell
it
.
Vpon
my
life
it
will
do
well
.
Nort.
Before
the
game
is
afoote
thou
still
letst
slip
.
Hot.
Why
,
it
cannot
chuse
but
be
a
noble
plot
,
And
then
the
power
of
Scotland
,
and
of
Yorke
,
To
ioine
with
Mortimer
,
ha
.
Wor.
And
so
they
shall
.
Hot.
In
faith
it
is
exceedingly
well
aimd
.
Wor.
And
t
is
no
little
reason
bids
vs
speed
,
To
saue
our
heads
by
raising
of
a
head
,
For
beare
our selues
as
euen
as
we
can
,
The
king
will
alwaies
thinke
him
in
our
debt
,
And
thinke
we
thinke
our selues
vnsatisfied
,
Till
he
hath
found
a
time
to
pay
vs
home
.
And
see
already
how
he
doth
begin
To
make
vs
strangers
to
his
lookes
of
loue
.
Hot.
He
does
,
he
does
,
wee
le
be
reueng'd
on
him
.
Worst
.
Coosen
farewell
.
No
further
go
in
this
,
Then
I
by
letters
shall
direct
your
course
When
time
is
ripe
,
which
will
be
suddenly
,
I
le
steale
to
Glendower
,
and
Lo:
Mortimer
,
Where
you
and
Douglas
,
and
our
powres
at
once
,
As
I
will
fashion
it
shall
happily
meete
,
To
beare
our
fortunes
in
our
own
strong
armes
,
Which
now
we
hold
at
much
vncertainty
.
Nor.
Farewell
good
brother
,
we
shall
thriue
I
trust
.
Hot.
Vncle
adieu
:
O
let
the
houres
be
short
,
Till
fields
,
and
blowes
,
and
grones
applaud
our
sport
.
Exeunt
Enter
a
Carrier
with
a
lanterne
in
his
hand
1
Car.
Heigh
ho.
An
it
be
not
foure
by
the
day
i
le
be
hangd
,
Charles
waine
is
ouer
the
new
Chimney
,
and
yet
our
horse
not
packt
.
What
Ostler
.
Ost.
Anon
,
anon
.
1
Car.
I
preethe
Tom
beat
Cuts
saddle
,
put
a
few
flockes
in
the
point
poore
iade
is
wroong
in
the
withers
,
out
of
all
cesse
.
Enter
another
Carier
.
2
Car.
Pease
and
beanes
are
as
danke
here
as
a
dog
,
and
that
is
the
next
way
to
giue
poore
iades
the
bots
:
this
house
is
turned
vpside
downe
since
Robin
Ostler
died
.
1
Car
Poore
fellow
neuer
ioied
since
the
prise
of
Oates
rose
,
it
was
the
death
of
him
.
2
Car.
I
thinke
this
be
the
most
villainons
house
in
al
London
road
for
fleas
,
I
am
stung
like
a
Tench
.
1
Car.
Like
a
Tench
,
by
the
Masse
there
is
nere
a
King
christen
could
be
better
bit
then
I
haue
bin
since
the
first
cocke
.
2
Car.
Why
they
will
allowe
vs
nere
a
Iordane
,
and
then
we
leake
in
your
chimney
,
and
your
chamber-lie
breedes
fleas
like
a
loach
.
1
Car.
What
Ostler
,
come
a
way
and
be
hangd
,
come
a
way
.
2
Car.
I
haue
a
gammon
of
bacon
,
and
two
razes
of
Ginger
,
to
be
deliuered
as
far
as
Charing
crosse
.
1
Car
Gods
bodie
,
the
Turkies
in
my
Panier
are
quite
starued
:
what
Ostler
?
a
plague
on
thee
,
hast
thou
neuer
an
ere
in
thy
head
?
canst
not
heare
,
and
t
were
not
as
good
deede
as
drinke
to
break
the
pate
on
thee
,
I
am
a
very
villaine
,
come
and
be
hangd
,
hast
no
faith
in
thee
?
Enter
Gadshill
.
Gadshill
.
Good
morrow
Cariers
,
what
s
a
clocke
?
Car.
I
thinke
it
be
two
a
clocke
.
Gad
I
prethe
lend
me
thy
lanterne
,
to
see
my
gelding
in
the
stable
.
1
Car.
Nay
by
God
soft
,
I
knowe
a
tricke
worth
two
of
that
I
faith
.
Gad.
I
pray
thee
lend
me
thine
.
2
Car.
I
when
canst
tell
?
lend
me
thy
lanterne
(
quoth
he
)
marry
i
le
see
thee
hangd
first
.
Gad.
Sirrha
Carrier
,
what
time
doe
you
meane
to
come
to
London
?
2
Car.
Time
enough
to
go
to
bed
with
a
candle
,
I
warrant
thee
,
come
neighbour
Mugs
,
wee
le
call
vp
the
Gentlemen
,
they
will
along
with
company
for
they
haue
great
charge
.
Enter
Chamberlaine
.
Exeunt
.
Gad.
What
ho
:
Chamberlaine
.
Cham.
At
hand
quoth
picke
purse
.
Gad
.
That
's
euen
as
faire
as
at
hand
quoth
the
Chamberlaine
:
for
thou
variest
no
more
from
picking
of
purses
,
then
giuing
direction
doth
from
labouring
:
thou
laiest
the
plot
how
.
Cham.
Good
morrow
maister
Gadshill
,
it
holdes
currant
that
I
tolde
you
yesternight
,
ther
's
a
Frankelin
in
the
wilde
of
Kent
hath
brought
three
hundred
Markes
with
him
in
golde
,
I
heard
him
tell
it
to
one
of
his
company
last
night
at
supper
,
a
kinde
of
Auditor
,
one
that
hath
abundance
of
charge
too
,
God
knowes
what
,
they
are
vp
already
,
and
cal
for
Egges
and
butter
,
they
wil
away
presently
.
Gad.
Sirrha
,
if
they
meete
not
with
Saint
Nicholas
clearkes
,
i
le
giue
thee
this
necke
.
Cham.
No
,
i
le
none
of
it
,
I
pray
thee
keepe
that
for
the
hangman
,
for
I
know
thou
worshippest
Saint
Nicholas
,
as
trulie
as
a
man
of
falshood
may
.
Ga.
What
talkest
thou
to
me
of
the
hangman
?
if
I
hang
,
i
le
make
a
fat
paire
of
Gallowes
:
for
if
I
hang
,
olde
sir
Iohn
hangs
with
me
,
and
thou
knowest
hee
is
no
starueling
tut
,
there
are
other
Troians
that
thou
dreamst
not
of
,
the
which
for
sport
sake
are
content
to
do
the
profession
,
some
grace
,
that
would
(
if
matters
should
be
lookt
into
)
for
their
owne
credit
sake
make
all
whole
.
I
am
ioyned
with
no
footlande
rakers
,
no
long-staffe
sixpennie
strikers
,
none
of
these
mad
mustachio
purplehewd
maltworms
,
but
with
nobilitie
,
and
tranquilitie
,
Burgomasters
and
great
Oneyres
,
such
as
can
hold
in
such
as
will
strike
sooner
then
speak
,
and
speake
sooner
then
drinke
,
and
drinke
sooner
then
pray
,
and
yet
(
zoundes
)
I
lie
,
for
they
pray
continuallie
to
their
Saint
the
Common-wealth
,
or
rather
not
pray
to
her
,
but
pray
on
her
,
for
they
ride
vp
and
downe
on
her
,
and
make
her
their
bootes
Cham.
What
,
the
Common-wealth
their
bootes
?
will
shee
hold
out
water
in
foule
way
?
Gad.
She
will
,
she
will
,
Iustice
hath
liquord
her
:
we
steale
as
in
a
Castell
cocksure
:
wee
haue
the
receyte
of
Ferneseede
,
wee
walke
inuisible
.
Cham.
Nay
by
my
fayth
,
I
thinke
you
are
more
beholding
to
the
night
then
to
Ferneseed
,
for
your
walking
inuisible
.
Gad.
Giue
mee
thy
hand
,
thou
shalt
haue
a
share
in
our
purchase
,
as
I
am
a
true
man
.
Ch
am
Nay
rather
let
me
haue
it
,
as
you
are
a
false
theefe
.
Gad.
Go
to
,
homo
is
a
common
name
to
al
men
:
bid
the
Ostler
bring
my
gelding
out
of
the
stable
,
farewel
you
muddy
knaue
.
Enter
Prince
,
Poines
,
and
Peto
&c.
Po.
Come
shelter
,
shelter
,
I
haue
remoude
Falstalffes
horse
,
and
he
frets
like
a
gumd
Veluet
.
Prin
Stand
close
.
Enter
Falstalffe
.
Falst.
Poynes
,
Poynes
and
be
hangd
Poynes
.
Prin.
Peace
ye
fat-kidneyd
rascal
,
what
a
brawling
dost
thou
keepe
?
Falst.
Where
s
Poynes
Hall
?
Prin.
He
is
walkt
vp
to
the
top
of
the
hill
,
I
le
go
seeke
him
.
Falst.
I
am
accurst
to
rob
in
that
theeues
companie
,
the
rascal
hath
remooued
my
horse
,
and
tied
him
I
knowe
not
where
,
if
I
trauell
but
foure
foote
by
the
squire
further
a
foote
,
I
shall
breake
my
winde
.
Well
,
I
doubt
not
but
to
die
a
faire
death
for
all
this
,
if
I
scape
hanging
for
killing
that
rogue
.
I
haue
forsworne
his
companie
hourly
any
time
this
xxii
.
yeares
,
and
yet
I
am
bewitcht
with
the
rogues
companie
.
If
the
rascall
haue
not
giuen
me
medicines
to
make
mee
loue
him
,
i
le
be
hangd
.
It
could
not
be
else
,
I
haue
drunke
medicines
,
Poynes
,
Hall
,
a
plague
vpon
you
both
.
Bardoll
,
Peto
,
i
le
starue
ere
i
le
rob
a
foote
further
,
and
t
were
not
as
good
a
deede
as
drinke
to
turne
true-man
,
and
to
leaue
these
rogues
,
I
am
the
veriest
varlet
that
euer
chewed
with
a
tooth
:
eight
yeardes
of
vneuen
ground
is
threescore
and
ten
myles
a
foote
with
mee
,
and
the
stonie
hearted
villaines
knowe
it
well
inough
,
a
plague
vpon
it
when
theeues
can
not
be
true
one
to
another
:
They
whistle
,
Whew
,
a
plague
vpon
you
all
,
giue
mee
my
horse
you
rogues
,
giue
me
my
horse
and
be
hangd
:
Prin.
Peace
ye
fat
guts
,
lie
downe
,
laie
thine
care
close
to
the
ground
,
and
list
if
thou
canst
heare
the
treade
of
trauellers
.
Falst.
Haue
you
any
leauers
to
lift
me
vp
againe
being
down
,
zbloud
i
le
not
beare
mine
owne
flesh
so
farre
a
foote
againe
for
all
the
coine
in
thy
fathers
Exchequer
:
What
a
plague
meane
ye
to
colt
me
thus
?
Prin.
Thou
liest
,
thou
art
not
colted
,
thou
art
vncolted
.
Falst.
I
preethe
good
prince
,
Hal
,
helpe
me
to
my
horse
,
good
kings
sonne
.
Prin.
Out
ye
rogue
shall
I
be
your
Ostler
?
Falst.
Hang
thy selfe
in
thine
owne
heire
apparant
garters
,
if
I
be
tane
,
i
le
peach
for
this
:
and
I
haue
not
Ballads
made
on
you
all
,
and
sung
to
filthie
tunes
,
let
a
cuppe
of
sacke
bee
my
poyson
,
when
a
ieast
is
so
forward
and
a
foote
too
I
hate
it
.
Enter
Gadshill
.
Gad.
Stand.
Falst.
So
I
do
against
my
will
.
Po.
O
t
is
our
setter
,
I
know
his
voice
,
Bardoll
,
what
newes
.
Bar.
Case
yee
,
case
yee
on
with
your
vizards
,
there
s
money
of
the
kings
comming
downe
the
hill
,
t
is
going
to
the
Kings
Exchequer
.
Falst
.
You
lie
ye
rougue
t
is
going
to
the
kings
Tauerne
.
Gad.
There
s
inough
to
make
vs
all
:
Falst.
To
be
hangd
.
Prin.
Sirs
you
foure
shall
front
them
in
the
narrowe
lane
:
Ned
Poines
,
and
I
wil
walke
lower
,
if
they
scape
from
your
encounter
,
then
they
light
on
vs
.
Peto
.
How
many
be
there
of
them
?
Gad.
Some
eight
or
ten
.
Fal
Zounds
will
they
not
rob
vs
?
Prin.
What
,
a
coward
sir
Iohn
paunch
.
Fal.
In
deed
I
am
not
Iohn
of
Gaunt
your
grandfather
,
but
yet
no
coward
,
Hall
.
Prin.
Well
,
we
leaue
that
to
the
proofe
.
Po.
Sirrha
Iacke
,
thy
horse
standes
behinde
the
hedge
,
when
thou
needst
him
,
there
thou
shalt
find
him
:
farewel
&
stand
fast
.
Fal.
Now
can
not
I
strike
him
if
I
should
be
hangd
.
Prin.
Ned
,
where
are
our
disguises
?
Po.
Here
,
hard
by
,
stand
close
.
Fal.
Now
my
maisters
,
happie
man
bee
his
dole
,
say
I
,
euerie
man
to
his
businesse
.
Enter
the
trauailers
.
Trauel
.
Come
neighbour
,
the
boy
shal
lead
our
horses
down
the
hill
,
wee
le
walke
a
foote
a
while
and
ease
our
legs
.
Theeues
.
Stand.
Trauel
.
Iesus
blesse
vs
.
Falst.
Strike
,
downe
with
them
,
cut
the
villaines
throates
,
a
horeson
Caterpillars
,
bacon-fed
knaues
,
they
hate
vs
youth
,
downe
with
them
,
fleece
them
.
Tra.
O
we
are
vndone
,
both
we
and
ours
for
euer
.
Fal.
Hang
ye
gorbellied
knaues
,
are
ye
vndone
,
no
yee
fatte
chuffes
,
I
would
your
store
were
here
:
on
bacons
on
,
what
yee
knaues
yong
men
must
liue
,
you
are
grand
iurers
,
are
ye
,
wee
le
iure
ye
faith
.
Here
they
rob
them
and
blind
them
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
the
prince
and
Poynes
.
Prin.
The
theeues
haue
bound
the
true
men
,
nowe
coulde
thou
and
I
rob
the
theeues
,
and
go
merilie
to
London
,
it
would
be
argument
for
a
week
,
laughter
for
a
month
,
and
a
good
iest
for
euer
.
Po.
Stand
close
,
I
heare
them
comming
.
Enter
the
theeues
againe
.
Fal.
Come
my
maisters
,
let
vs
share
and
then
to
horse
before
day
,
and
the
Prince
and
Poines
bee
not
two
arrant
cowardes
there
s
no
equitie
stirring
,
there
s
no
more
valour
in
that
Poynes
,
then
in
a
wilde
ducke
.
Prin.
Your
money
.
As
they
are
sharing
the
Prince
&
Poins
set
vpon
them
,
they
all
runne
away
,
and
Falstalffe
after
a
blow
or
two
runs
away
too
leauing
the
bootie
behind
them
.
Poin.
Villaines
.
Prin.
Got
with
much
ease
.
Now
merrily
to
horse
:
the
theeues
are
all
scattered
,
and
possest
with
feare
so
strongly
,
that
they
dare
not
meete
each
other
,
each
takes
his
fellow
for
an
officer
,
awaie
good
Ned
,
Falstalffe
sweates
to
death
,
and
lards
the
leane
earth
as
he
walkes
along
,
wer
t
not
for
laughing
I
should
pittie
him
.
Poynes
.
How
the
rogue
roard
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Hotspur
solus
reading
a
letter
.
But
for
mine
own
part
my
Lord
I
could
be
well
contented
to
bee
there
,
in
respect
of
the
loue
I
beare
your
house
.
He
could
be
contented
,
why
is
hee
not
then
?
in
the
respect
of
the
loue
he
beares
our
house
:
he
shewes
in
this
,
he
loues
his
own
barne
better
then
he
loues
our
house
.
Let
me
see
some
more
.
The
purpose
you
vnderta'e
is
dangerous
,
Why
that
s
certaine
,
t
is
daungerous
to
take
a
cold
,
to
sleepe
,
to
drinke
,
but
I
tell
you
(
my
Lord
foole
)
out
of
this
nettle
danger
,
we
plucke
this
flower
safetie
.
The
purpose
you
vndertake
is
dangerous
,
the
friends
you
have
named
vncertaine
,
the
time
it selfe
vnsorted
,
and
your
whole
plot
too
light
,
for
the
counterpoyse
of
so
great
an
opposition
.
Say
you
so
,
say
you
so
,
I
say
vnto
you
againe
,
you
are
a
shallow
cowardly
hind
,
and
you
lie
:
what
a
lacke
braine
is
this
?
by
the
Lord
our
plot
is
a
good
plot
,
as
euer
was
laid
,
our
friends
true
and
constant
:
a
good
plot
,
good
friends
,
and
ful
of
expectation
:
an
excellent
plot
,
verie
good
friends
;
what
a
frosty
spirited
rogue
is
this
?
why
my
Lord
of
York
commends
the
plot
,
and
the
generall
course
of
the
Action
.
Zoundes
and
I
were
nowe
by
this
rascall
I
could
braine
him
with
his
Ladies
fanne
.
Is
there
not
my
father
,
my
vncle
,
and
my selfe
;
Lord
Edmond
Mortimer
,
my
Lord
of
Yorke
,
and
Owen
Glendower
is
there
not
besides
the
Dowglas
,
haue
I
not
all
their
letters
to
meete
me
in
armes
by
the
ninth
of
the
next
month
,
and
are
they
not
some
of
them
set
forward
alreadie
?
What
a
pagan
rascall
is
this
,
an
infidell
?
Ha
you
shall
see
now
in
very
sinceritie
of
feare
and
cold
heart
,
will
hee
to
the
King
,
and
lay
open
all
our
proceedings
?
O
I
could
deuide
my selfe
,
and
go
to
buffets
,
for
mouing
such
a
dish
of
skim
milke
with
so
honorable
an
action
.
Hang
him
let
him
tell
the
king
,
we
are
prepared
:
I
will
set
forward
to
night
.
Enter
his
Lady
.
How
now
Kate
,
I
must
leaue
you
within
these
two
houres
.
Lady
.
O
my
good
Lord
,
why
are
you
thus
alone
?
For
what
offence
haue
I
this
fortnight
bin
A
banisht
woman
from
my
Harries
bed
?
Tel
me
sweet
Lord
,
what
is
t
that
takes
from
thee
Thy
stomacke
,
pleasure
,
and
thy
goulden
sleepe
?
Why
dost
thou
bend
thine
eies
vpon
the
earth
?
And
start
so
often
when
thou
●i●st
alone
?
Why
hast
thou
lost
the
fresh
bloud
in
thy
cheekes
?
And
giuen
my
treasures
and
my
rights
of
thee
To
thicke
eyde
musing
,
and
curst
melancholy
?
In
thy
faint
slumbers
I
by
thee
haue
watcht
,
And
heard
the
murmur
,
tales
of
yron
wars
,
Speake
tearmes
of
mannage
to
thy
bounding
steed
,
Cry
courage
to
the
field
.
And
thou
hast
talkt
Of
sallies
,
and
retyres
of
trenches
tents
,
Of
pallizadoes
,
frontiers
,
parapets
,
Of
basilisks
,
of
canon
,
culuerin
,
Of
prisoners
ransome
,
and
of
soldiors
slaine
,
And
all
the
currents
of
a
heddy
fight
.
Thy
spirit
within
thee
hath
bin
so
at
war
,
And
thus
hath
so
bestird
thee
in
thy
sleeepe
,
That
beads
of
sweat
haue
stood
vpon
thy
brow
Like
bubbles
in
a
late
disturbed
streame
And
in
thy
face
strange
motions
haue
appeard
,
Such
as
we
see
when
men
restraine
their
breath
,
On
some
great
suddain
hest
.
O
what
portents
are
these
?
Some
heauy
businesse
hath
my
Lord
in
hand
,
And
I
must
know
it
else
he
loues
me
not
.
Hot.
What
ho
,
is
Gilliams
with
the
packet
gone
?
Ser.
He
is
my
Lord
,
an
houre
ago
.
Hot
Hath
Butler
brought
those
horses
from
the
Sheriffe
Ser.
One
horse
my
Lord
he
brought
euen
now
.
Hot.
What
horse
Roane
?
a
cropeate
is
it
not
?
Ser.
It
is
my
Lord
.
Hot.
That
roane
shall
be
my
throne
.
Wel
,
I
will
backe
him
straight
:
O
Esperance
,
bid
Butler
lead
him
forth
into
the
parke
.
La.
But
heare
you
my
Lord
.
Hot.
What
saist
thou
my
Lady
?
La.
What
is
it
carries
you
away
?
Hot.
Why
,
my
horse
(
my
loue
)
my
horse
.
La.
Out
you
madhedded
ape
,
a
weazel
hath
not
such
a
deale
of
spleene
as
you
are
tost
with
.
In
faith
i
le
knowe
your
businesse
Harry
that
I
will
,
I
feare
my
brother
Mortimer
doth
stir
about
his
title
,
and
hath
sent
for
you
to
line
his
enterprise
,
but
if
you
go
.
Hot.
So
far
a
foot
I
shal
be
weary
loue
.
La.
Come
,
come
you
Paraquito
,
answere
me
directly
vnto
this
question
that
I
aske
,
in
faith
i
le
breake
thy
little
finger
Harry
and
if
thou
wilt
not
tel
me
all
things
true
.
Hot.
Away
,
away
you
trifler
,
loue
,
I
loue
thee
not
,
I
care
not
for
thee
Kate
,
this
is
no
world
To
play
with
mammets
,
and
to
tilt
with
lips
,
We
must
haue
bloudy
noses
,
and
crackt
crownes
.
And
passe
them
currant
too
:
gods
me
my
horse
:
What
saist
thou
Kate
?
what
wouldst
thou
haue
with
me
?
La.
Do
you
not
loue
me
?
do
you
not
indeed
?
Wel
,
do
not
then
,
for
since
you
loue
me
not
I
will
not
loue
my selfe
.
Do
you
not
loue
me
?
Nay
tel
me
if
you
speake
in
iest
or
no
?
Hot.
Come
,
wilt
thou
see
me
ride
?
And
when
I
am
a
horsebacke
I
will
sweare
I
loue
thee
infinitely
.
But
harke
you
Kate
,
I
must
not
haue
you
henceforth
question
me
Whither
I
go
,
nor
reason
where
about
,
Whither
I
must
,
I
must
,
and
to
conclude
This
euening
must
I
leaue
you
gentle
Kate
,
I
know
you
wise
,
but
yet
no
farther
wise
Then
Harry
Percies
wife
,
constant
you
are
,
But
yet
a
woman
,
and
for
secrecy
No
Lady
closer
,
for
I
well
beleeue
Thou
wilt
not
vtter
what
thou
dost
not
know
,
And
so
far
wil
I
trust
thee
gentle
Kate.
La.
How
,
so
far
.
Hot.
Not
an
inch
further
,
but
harke
you
Kate
,
Whither
I
go
,
thither
shal
you
go
too
:
To
day
will
I
set
forth
,
to
morrow
you
,
Will
this
content
you
Kate
?
La.
It
must
of
force
.
Exeunt
Enter
Prince
and
Poines
.
Prin.
Ned
,
preethe
come
out
of
that
fat
roome
,
and
lende
me
thy
hand
to
laugh
a
little
.
Poi
Where
hast
bin
Hal
?
Prin.
With
three
or
foure
loggerheades
,
amongest
three
or
fourescore
hogsheades
.
I
haue
sounded
the
verie
base
string
of
humilitie
.
Sirrha
,
I
am
sworne
brother
to
a
leash
of
drawers
,
and
can
call
them
all
by
their
christen
names
,
as
Tom
,
Dicke
,
and
Francis
,
they
take
it
already
vpon
their
saluation
,
that
though
I
be
but
prince
of
Wales
,
yet
I
am
the
king
of
Curtesie
,
and
tel
me
flatly
I
am
no
proud
Iacke
like
Falstalffe
,
but
a
Corinthian
,
a
lad
of
metall
,
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
East-cheape
.
They
call
drinking
deepe
,
dying
scarlet
,
and
when
you
breath
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
houre
that
I
can
drinke
with
any
Tinker
in
his
owne
language
,
during
my
life
.
I
tell
thee
Ned
thou
hast
lost
much
honour
,
that
thou
wert
not
with
me
in
this
action
;
but
sweete
Ned
,
to
sweeten
which
name
of
Ned
,
I
giue
thee
this
peniworth
of
sugar
,
clapt
euen
now
into
my
hand
by
an
vnderskinker
,
one
that
neuer
spake
other
English
in
his
life
then
eight
shillings
and
sixe
pence
,
and
you
are
welcome
,
with
this
shrill
addition
,
anon
,
anon
sir
;
skore
a
pint
of
bastard
in
the
halfe
moone
,
or
so
.
But
Ned
,
to
driue
awaie
the
time
till
Falstalffe
come
:
I
preethe
doe
thou
stande
in
some
by-roome
,
while
I
question
my
puny
drawer
to
what
end
he
gaue
me
the
sugar
,
and
do
thou
neuer
leaue
calling
Frances
,
that
his
tale
to
me
may
bee
nothing
but
anon
,
step
aside
and
i
le
shew
thee
a
present
.
Po.
Frances
.
Prin.
Thou
art
perfect
.
Prin.
Frances
.
Enter
Drawer
.
Fran.
Anon
,
anon
sir.
Looke
downe
into
the
Pomgarnet
,
Ralphe
.
Prin.
Come
hether
Frances
.
Fran.
My
Lord
.
Prin.
How
long
hast
thou
to
serue
Frances
?
Fran.
Forsooth
fiue
yeeres
,
and
as
much
as
to
.
Poi
.
Frances
.
Fran.
Anon
,
anon
sir.
Prin.
Fiue
yeare
,
berlady
a
long
lease
for
the
clinking
of
pewter
;
but
Frances
,
darest
thou
be
so
valiant
,
as
to
play
the
cowarde
with
thy
Indenture
,
and
shewe
it
a
faire
paire
of
heeles
,
and
run
from
it
?
Fran.
O
Lord
sir
,
i
le
be
sworne
vpon
all
the
bookes
in
England
,
I
could
find
in
my
hart
.
Poin.
Frances
.
Fran.
Anon
sir.
Prin.
How
old
art
thou
Frances
?
Fran.
Let
me
see
,
about
Michelmas
next
I
shal
be
.
Poin.
Frances
.
Fran.
Anon
sir
,
pray
stay
a
little
my
Lord
.
Prin.
Nay
but
harke
you
Frances
,
for
the
sugar
thou
gauest
me
,
t
was
a
peniworth
,
wast
not
?
Fran.
O
Lord
,
I
would
it
had
bin
two
.
Prince
.
I
will
giue
thee
for
it
a
thousand
pound
,
aske
me
when
thou
wilt
,
and
thou
shalt
haue
it
,
Poin.
Frances
.
Fran.
Anon
,
anon
.
Prin.
Anon
Frances
,
no
Frances
,
but
to
morrow
Frances
:
or
Frances
a
Thursday
;
or
indeede
Fraunces
when
thou
wilt
.
But
Fraunces
.
Fran.
My
Lord
.
Prin.
Wilt
thou
rob
this
leathern
Ierkin
,
cristall
button
,
non-pated
,
agat
ring
,
puke
stocking
,
Caddice
garter
,
smothe
tongue
,
spanish
pouch
?
Fran.
O
Lord
sir
,
who
do
you
meane
?
Prin.
Why
then
your
brown
bastard
is
your
only
drinke
?
for
looke
you
Fraunces
,
your
white
canuas
doublet
will
fulley
.
In
Barbary
sir
,
it
cannot
come
to
so
much
.
Fran.
What
sir
?
Poin
Frances
.
Prin.
Away
you
rogue
,
dost
thou
not
heare
them
cal
.
Here
they
both
cal
him
,
the
Drawer
stands
amazed
not
kn●●ing
which
way
to
go
.
Enter
Vintner
.
Vint.
What
standst
thou
stil
and
hearst
such
a
calling
:
〈◊〉
to
the
guests
within
.
My
Lord
,
old
sir
Iohn
with
halfe
a
douzen
more
are
at
the
doore
,
shal
I
let
them
in
?
Pri
Let
them
alone
a
while
,
and
then
open
the
doore
:
Poines
.
Poi
.
Anon
,
anon
sir.
Enter
Poines
.
Prince
.
Sirrha
,
Falstalffe
and
the
rest
of
the
theeues
are
at
the
doore
,
shall
we
be
merrie
?
Po.
As
merry
as
Crickets
my
lad
,
but
harke
ye
,
what
cunning
match
haue
you
made
with
this
iest
of
the
Drawer
:
come
what
s
the
issue
?
Prin.
I
am
now
of
all
humors
,
that
haue
shewed
themselues
humors
since
the
oulde
dayes
of
good
man
Adam
,
to
the
pupill
age
of
this
present
twelue
a
clocke
at
midnight
.
What
s
a
clocke
Frances
?
Fran.
Anon
,
anon
sir.
Pr.
That
euer
this
fellowe
should
haue
fewer
wordes
then
a
Parrat
,
and
yet
the
sonne
of
a
woman
.
His
industrie
is
vp
staires
and
down
staires
,
his
eloquence
the
parcel
of
a
reckoning
.
I
am
not
yet
of
Percyes
minde
,
the
Hotspur
of
the
North
,
he
that
kils
mee
some
sixe
or
seuen
douzen
of
Scots
at
a
breakfast
:
washes
his
handes
,
and
saies
to
his
wife
,
fie
vpon
this
quiet
life
,
I
want
worke
.
O
my
sweet
Harry
saies
she
how
manie
hast
thou
kild
to
day
?
Giue
my
roane
horse
a
drench
(
sayes
hee
)
and
aunsweres
some
foureteene
an
houre
after
:
a
trifle
,
a
trifle
.
I
preethe
call
in
Falstalffe
,
i
le
play
Percy
,
and
that
damnde
brawne
shall
play
dame
Mortimer
his
wife
.
Riuo
saies
the
drunkarde
:
call
in
Ribs
,
cal
in
Tallow
.
Enter
Falstaffe
.
Poin.
Welcome
Iacke
,
where
hast
thou
bin
?
Falst.
A
plague
of
al
cowards
I
say
,
and
a
vengeance
too
,
marry
and
Amen
:
giue
me
a
cup
of
sacke
boy
.
Eare
Head
this
life
long
i
le
sow
neatherstocks
and
mend
them
,
and
foote
them
too
.
A
plague
of
all
cowards
.
Giue
me
a
cup
of
sache
rogue
,
is
there
no
vertue
extant
?
he
drinketh
.
Prin.
Didst
thou
neuer
see
Titan
kisse
a
dish
of
butter
,
pittifull
harted
Titan
that
melted
at
the
sweet
tale
of
the
sonnes
,
if
thou
didst
,
then
behold
that
compound
.
Falst.
You
rogue
,
heere
s
lime
in
this
sacke
too
:
there
is
nothing
but
rogery
to
be
found
in
villanous
man
,
yet
a
cowarde
is
worse
then
a
cup
of
sacke
with
lime
in
it
.
A
villanous
cowarde
.
Go
thy
waies
old
Iacke
,
die
when
thou
wilt
,
if
manhood
,
good
manhood
be
not
forgot
vpon
the
face
of
the
earth
,
then
am
I
a
shotten
herring
:
there
liues
not
three
good
men
vnhangde
in
England
,
and
one
of
them
is
fat
,
and
growes
old
,
God
helpe
the
while
,
a
bad
world
I
say
,
I
would
I
were
a
weauer
.
I
could
sing
psalmes
,
or
any
thing
.
A
plague
of
all
cowards
I
say
still
.
Prin
How
now
Wolsacke
,
what
mutter
you
?
Falst.
A
kings
sonne
,
if
I
do
not
beat
thee
out
of
thy
kingdom
with
a
dagger
of
lath
,
and
driue
all
thy
subiects
afore
thee
like
a
flock
of
wild
geese
,
i
le
neuer
weare
haire
on
my
face
more
,
you
prince
of
Wales
.
Prin.
Why
you
horeson
round-man
,
what
s
the
matter
?
Falst.
Are
not
you
a
cowarde
?
aunswere
mee
to
that
,
and
Poines
there
.
Poin.
Zoundes
ye
fat
paunch
,
and
ye
call
me
cowarde
by
the
Lord
i
le
stab
thee
.
Falst.
I
call
thee
cowarde
,
I
le
see
thee
damnde
ere
I
call
thee
coward
,
but
I
woulde
giue
a
thousand
pound
I
coulde
runne
as
fast
as
thou
canst
.
You
are
streight
enough
in
the
shoulders
,
you
care
not
who
sees
your
backe
:
call
you
that
backing
of
your
friends
,
a
plague
vpon
such
backing
,
giue
me
them
that
will
face
me
giue
me
a
cup
of
sacke
.
I
am
a
rogue
if
I
drunke
to
day
.
Prin.
O
villain
,
thy
lips
are
scarse
wipt
since
thou
drunkst
last
.
Falst.
All
is
one
for
that
.
He
drinketh
.
A
plague
of
all
cowards
still
say
I.
Prin
,
What
s
the
matter
?
Falst.
What
s
the
matter
,
there
be
foure
of
vs
here
haue
tane
a
thousand
pound
this
day
morning
Prin.
Where
is
it
Iacke
,
where
is
it
?
Fal.
Where
is
it
?
taken
from
vs
it
is
:
a
hundred
vppon
poore
foure
of
vs
.
Prin.
What
,
a
hundred
,
man
?
Falst.
I
am
a
rogue
if
I
were
not
at
halfe
sword
with
a
douzen
of
them
two
houres
together
.
I
haue
scapt
by
myracle
.
I
am
eight
times
thrust
through
the
doublet
,
foure
through
the
hose
,
my
buckler
cut
through
and
through
,
my
sworde
hackt
like
a
handsaw
,
ecce
signum
.
I
neuer
dealt
better
since
I
was
a
man
al
would
not
do
.
A
plague
of
all
cowards
,
let
them
speake
,
if
they
speake
more
or
lesse
then
truth
,
they
are
villains
,
and
the
sonnes
of
darknesse
.
Gad
Speake
sirs
,
how
was
it
?
Ross.
We
foure
set
vpon
some
douzen
.
Falst.
Sixteene
at
least
my
Lord
.
Ross.
And
bound
them
.
Peto
No
,
no
,
they
were
not
bound
.
Falst.
You
rogue
they
were
bounde
euerie
man
of
them
,
or
I
am
a
Iew
else
:
an
Ebrew
Iew
.
Ross.
As
we
were
sharing
,
some
sixe
or
seuen
fresh
men
set
vpon
vs
.
Falst.
And
vnbound
the
rest
,
and
then
come
in
the
other
.
Prin.
What
,
fought
you
with
them
all
?
Falst.
Al
,
I
know
not
what
you
cal
al
,
but
if
I
fought
not
with
fiftie
of
them
I
am
a
bunch
of
radish
:
if
there
were
not
two
or
three
and
fiftie
vpon
poore
olde
Iacke
,
then
am
I
no
two
legd
Creature
.
Prin.
Pray
God
you
haue
not
murdred
some
of
them
.
Falst.
Nay
,
that
s
past
praying
for
,
I
haue
pepperd
two
of
them
.
Two
I
am
sure
I
haue
paied
,
two
rogues
in
buckrom
sutes
:
I
tel
thee
what
Hall
,
if
I
tell
thee
a
lie
,
spit
in
my
face
;
call
me
horse
,
thou
knowest
my
olde
warde
:
here
I
lay
,
and
thus
I
bore
my
poynt
,
foure
rogues
in
Buckrom
let
driue
at
me
.
Prin
What
foure
?
thou
saidst
but
two
euen
now
.
Falst.
Foure
Hal
,
I
told
thee
foure
.
Poin.
I
,
I
,
he
said
foure
.
Fal.
These
foure
came
all
a
front
,
and
mainely
thrust
at
me
,
I
made
me
no
more
adoe
,
but
tooke
all
their
seuen
points
in
my
target
,
thus
.
Prin.
Seuen
,
why
there
were
but
foure
euen
now
.
Falst.
In
Buckrom
.
Po.
I
foure
in
Buckrom
suites
.
Falst.
Seuen
by
these
hilts
,
or
I
am
a
villaine
else
.
Pr.
Preethe
let
him
alone
we
shall
haue
more
anon
.
Falst.
Doest
thou
heare
me
Hal
?
Prince
.
I
,
and
marke
thee
to
iacke
.
Falst.
Do
so
for
it
is
worth
the
listning
to
,
these
nine
in
Buckrom
that
I
told
thee
of
.
Prince
.
So
,
two
more
alreadie
.
Falst.
Their
points
being
broken
.
Poy
Downe
fell
their
hose
.
Falst.
Began
to
giue
me
ground
:
but
I
followed
me
close
,
came
in
,
foot
,
and
hand
,
and
with
a
thought
,
seuen
of
the
eleuen
I
paid
.
Prin.
O
monstrous
!
eleuen
Buckrom
men
growne
out
of
two
.
Fal.
But
as
the
diuell
would
haue
it
,
three
misbegotten
knaues
in
Kendall
greene
came
at
my
backe
,
and
let
driue
at
mee
,
for
it
was
so
darke
Hal
,
that
thou
couldest
not
see
thy
hand
.
Prin.
These
lies
are
like
their
father
that
begets
them
,
grosse
as
a
mountaine
,
open
,
palpable
.
Why
thou
clay
braind
guts
,
thou
knotty-pated
foole
,
thou
horeson
obscene
greasie
tallow-catch
.
Falst.
What
art
thou
mad
?
art
thou
mad
?
is
not
the
truth
the
truth
?
Pr.
Why
,
how
couldst
thou
know
these
men
in
Kendal
greene
when
it
was
so
darke
thou
couldst
not
see
thy
hand
,
come
tell
vs
your
reason
.
What
sayest
thou
to
this
?
Po.
Come
your
reason
,
Iacke
your
reason
.
Falst.
What
,
vppon
compulsion
:
Zoundes
,
and
I
were
at
the
strappado
,
or
all
the
rackes
in
the
worlde
,
I
would
not
tell
you
on
compulsion
.
Giue
you
a
reason
on
compulsion
?
if
reasons
were
as
plentifull
as
blackberries
,
I
would
giue
no
man
a
reason
vppon
compulsion
,
I.
Prin.
I
le
be
no
longer
guiltie
of
this
sinne
.
This
sanguine
coward
this
bed
presser
,
this
horse-backe-breaker
,
this
huge
hill
of
flesh
.
Fa.
Zbloud
you
starueling
,
you
elsskin
you
dried
neatssong
,
you
bulspizzle
,
you
stockfish
:
O
for
breath
to
vtter
what
is
like
thee
,
you
tailers
yard
,
you
sheath
,
you
bowcase
,
you
vile
standing
tuck
.
Prin.
Wel
,
breath
a
while
,
and
then
to
it
againe
,
and
when
thou
hast
tired
thy selfe
in
base
comparisons
heare
mee
speake
but
this
.
Po.
Marke
Iacke
.
Prin.
We
two
saw
you
foure
set
on
foure
and
bound
them
and
were
maisters
of
their
wealth
:
marke
now
how
a
plaine
tale
shall
put
you
downe
,
then
did
wee
two
set
on
you
foure
,
and
a sunder
worde
,
outfac't
you
from
your
prize
,
&
haue
it
,
yea
&
can
shew
it
you
here
in
the
house
:
and
Falstalffe
you
carried
your
guts
away
as
nimbly
,
with
as
quicke
dexteritie
,
&
roard
for
mercy
,
and
stil
run
and
roard
,
as
euer
I
heard
bul-calf
.
What
a
slaue
art
thou
to
hacke
thy
sworde
as
thou
hast
done
?
and
then
say
it
was
in
fight
.
What
tricke
?
what
deuice
?
what
starting
hole
canst
thou
now
find
out
,
to
hide
thee
from
this
open
and
apparant
shame
?
Po.
Come
,
let
s
heare
iacke
,
what
tricke
hast
thou
now
?
Falst.
By
the
Lord
,
I
knew
ye
as
wel
as
he
that
made
ye
.
Why
heare
you
my
maisters
,
was
it
for
me
to
kill
the
heire
apparant
?
should
I
turne
vpon
the
true
prince
?
why
thou
knowest
I
am
as
valiaut
as
Hercules
:
but
beware
instinct
,
the
lion
will
not
touch
the
true
prince
,
instinct
is
a
great
matter
.
I
was
now
a
cowarde
on
instinct
,
I
shall
thinke
the
better
of
my selfe
,
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
haue
the
money
,
Hostesse
clap
to
the
doores
,
watch
to
night
,
pray
to
morrowe
,
gallants
,
lads
,
boyes
,
hearts
of
golde
,
all
the
titles
of
good
fellowship
come
to
you
.
What
shall
wee
bee
merrie
,
shall
wee
haue
a
play
extempore
?
Prin.
Content
,
and
the
argument
shall
bee
thy
running
away
.
Falst.
A
,
no
more
of
that
Hal
and
thou
louest
me
.
Enter
hostesse
Ho.
O
Iesu
,
my
Lord
the
prince
!
Prin.
How
now
my
lady
the
hostesse
,
what
saist
thou
to
me
?
Ho.
Marry
my
Lo
there
is
a
noble
man
of
the
court
at
doore
would
speake
with
you
:
he
saies
he
commes
from
your
father
.
Prin.
Giue
him
as
much
as
will
make
him
a
royall
man
,
and
send
him
backe
againe
to
my
mother
.
Fal.
What
maner
of
man
is
he
?
Host.
An
olde
man
.
Falst.
What
doth
grauitie
out
of
his
bed
at
midnight
?
Shall
I
giue
him
his
answere
?
Prin.
Preethe
do
iacke
.
Fa.
Faith
and
i
le
send
him
packing
.
Exit
.
Prin.
Now
sirs
birlady
you
fought
faire
,
so
did
you
Peto
,
so
did
you
Bardol
,
you
are
lions
to
,
you
ran
away
vpon
instinct
,
you
will
not
touch
the
true
prince
,
no
fie
.
Bar.
Faith
I
ran
when
I
saw
others
runne
.
Prin.
Faith
tell
me
now
in
earnest
,
how
came
Falstalffs
sword
so
hackt
?
Peto.
Why
,
he
hackt
it
with
his
dagger
,
and
said
hee
woulde
sweare
truth
out
of
England
,
but
hee
would
make
you
beleeue
it
was
done
in
fight
,
and
perswaded
vs
to
do
the
like
.
Bar.
Yea
,
and
to
tickle
our
noses
with
spearegrasse
,
to
make
them
bleed
,
and
then
to
beslubber
our
garments
with
it
,
and
sweare
it
was
the
blood
of
true
men
.
I
did
that
I
did
not
this
seuen
yeare
before
,
I
blusht
to
heare
his
monstrous
deuices
.
Prin.
O
villaine
,
thou
stolest
a
cup
of
Sacke
eighteene
yeares
ago
and
wert
taken
with
the
maner
,
and
euer
since
thou
hast
blusht
extempore
,
thou
hadst
fire
and
sword
on
thy
side
,
and
yet
thou
ranst
away
,
what
instinct
hadst
thou
for
it
?
Bar.
My
Lord
do
you
see
these
meteors
?
do
you
behold
these
exhalations
?
Prin.
I
do
.
Bar.
What
thinke
you
they
portend
?
Prin.
Hot
liuers
,
and
cold
purses
.
Bar.
Choler
,
my
Lord
,
if
rightly
taken
.
Enter
Falstalffe
.
Prin.
No
if
rightly
taken
halter
.
Here
commes
leane
iacke
,
here
commes
bare
bone
:
how
now
my
sweete
creature
of
bumbast
,
how
long
is
t
ago
iacke
since
thou
sawest
thine
owne
knee
?
Fal.
My
owne
knee
,
when
I
was
about
thy
yeares
(
Hal.
)
I
was
not
an
Eagles
talent
in
the
waste
,
I
could
haue
crept
into
anie
Aldermans
thumbe
ring
:
a
plague
of
sighing
and
grief
it
blowes
a
man
vp
like
a
bladder
.
Ther
s
villainous
newes
abroade
,
heere
was
sir
Iohn
Bracy
from
your
father
:
you
must
to
the
court
in
the
morning
.
That
same
mad
fellow
of
the
North
Percie
,
and
he
of
Wales
that
gaue
Amamon
the
bastinado
and
make
Lucifer
cuckold
,
and
swore
the
diuel
his
true
liegeman
vpon
the
crosse
of
a
Welsh
hooke
:
what
a
plague
call
you
him
?
Poynes
.
O
Glendower
.
Falst.
Owen
,
Owen
,
the
same
,
and
his
sonne
in
lawe
Mortimer
,
and
olde
Northumberland
,
and
that
sprightly
Scot
of
Scottes
,
Dowglas
,
that
runnes
a
horsebacke
vp
a
hill
perpendicular
.
Prin.
He
that
rides
at
high
speede
,
and
with
his
pistoll
killes
a
sparrow
flying
.
Falst.
You
haue
hit
it
.
Prin.
So
did
he
neuer
the
sparrow
.
Fal.
Well
,
that
rascall
hath
good
mettall
in
him
,
hee
will
not
runne
.
Prin.
Why
,
what
a
rascall
art
thou
then
,
to
praise
him
so
for
running
?
Fal.
A
horsebacke
(
ye
cuckoe
)
but
a
foote
hee
will
not
budge
a
foote
.
Prin.
Yes
Iacke
,
vpon
instinct
.
Falst.
I
grant
ye
vpon
instinct
:
well
hee
is
thereto
,
and
one
Mordacke
,
and
a
thousand
blew
caps
more
.
Worcester
is
stolne
away
tonight
,
thy
fathers
beard
is
turnd
white
with
the
newes
,
you
may
buy
land
now
as
cheape
as
stinking
Mackrel
.
Prin.
Why
then
,
it
is
like
if
there
come
a
hote
Iune
,
and
this
ciuill
buffeting
hold
,
we
shall
buy
maidenheads
as
they
buy
hob
nailes
,
by
the
hundreds
.
Falst.
By
the
masse
lad
thou
saiest
true
,
it
is
like
wee
shall
haue
good
trading
that
way
:
but
tell
mee
Hall
,
art
not
thou
horrible
afearde
?
thou
being
heire
apparant
,
could
the
world
picke
thee
out
three
such
enemies
againe
?
as
that
fiend
Dowglas
,
that
spirit
Percy
,
and
that
diuel
Glendower
,
art
thou
not
horribly
afraid
?
doth
not
thy
bloud
thril
at
it
?
Prin.
Not
a
whit
faith
,
I
lacke
some
of
thy
instinct
.
Falst.
Well
thou
wilt
bee
horrible
chidde
to
morrowe
when
thou
commest
to
thy
father
,
if
thou
loue
mee
practise
an
aunswere
.
Prin.
Do
thou
stand
for
my
father
and
examine
me
vpon
the
particulars
of
my
life
.
Falst.
Shall
I
:
content
.
This
chaire
shall
be
my
state
,
this
dagger
my
scepter
,
and
this
cushion
my
crowne
.
Prin.
Thy
state
is
taken
for
a
ioynd
stoole
,
thy
golden
scepter
for
a
leaden
dagger
,
and
thy
precious
rich
crowne
for
a
pittifull
bald
crowne
.
Falst.
Well
,
and
the
fire
of
grace
bee
not
quite
out
of
thee
nowe
shalt
thou
be
mooued
.
Giue
me
a
cup
of
Sacke
to
make
my
eyes
looke
redde
,
that
it
maie
bee
thought
I
haue
wept
,
for
I
must
speake
in
passion
,
and
I
will
doe
it
in
king
Cambises
vaine
.
Prince
.
Well
,
here
is
my
leg
.
Falst.
And
here
is
my
speech
;
stand
aside
Nobilitie
.
Host.
O
Iesu
,
this
is
excellent
sport
ifaith
.
Falst.
Weepe
not
sweet
Queene
,
for
trickling
teares
are
vain
.
Host.
O
the
father
,
how
he
holds
his
countenance
?
Fal.
For
Gods
sake
Lords
,
conuay
my
trustfull
Queene
,
For
teares
do
stop
the
floudgates
of
her
eyes
.
Host.
O
Iesu
,
he
doth
it
as
like
one
of
these
harlotrie
plaiers
as
euer
I
see
.
Falst.
Peace
good
pint-pot
,
peace
good
tickle-braine
.
Harrie
,
I
doe
not
onelie
maruaile
where
thou
spendest
thy
time
,
but
also
how
thou
art
accompanied
.
For
though
the
cammomill
,
the
more
it
is
troden
on
,
the
faster
it
growes
:
so
youth
the
more
it
is
wasted
,
the
sooner
it
weares
:
that
thou
art
my
son
I
haue
partly
thy
mothers
worde
,
partlie
my
owne
opinion
,
but
chieflie
a
villainous
tricke
of
thine
eye
,
and
a
foolish
hanging
of
thy
neather
lippe
,
that
dooth
warrant
me
.
If
then
thou
bee
sonne
to
mee
,
heere
lies
the
poynt
,
why
beeing
sonne
to
me
,
art
thou
so
pointed
at
?
shal
the
blessed
sunne
of
heauen
proue
a
micher
,
and
eat
black-berries
?
a
question
not
to
be
askt
.
Shall
the
sonne
of
England
proue
a
theefe
,
and
take
purses
?
a
question
to
be
askt
.
There
is
a
thing
Harry
,
which
thou
hast
often
heard
of
,
and
it
is
knowne
to
many
in
our
land
by
the
name
of
pitch
.
This
pitch
(
as
ancient
writers
do
report
)
doth
defile
,
so
doth
the
companie
thou
keepest
:
for
Harrie
,
now
I
do
not
speake
to
thee
in
drinke
,
but
in
teares
;
not
in
pleasure
but
in
passion
:
not
in
words
onely
,
but
in
woes
also
:
and
yet
there
is
a
vertuous
man
,
whom
I
haue
often
noted
in
thy
companie
,
but
I
know
not
his
name
.
Prin.
What
maner
of
man
and
it
like
your
Maiestie
?
Fal.
A
goodly
portly
man
ifayth
,
and
a
corpulent
of
a
cheerful
looke
,
a
pleasing
eie
,
and
a
most
noble
cariage
,
and
as
I
thinke
his
age
some
fiftie
,
or
birladie
inclining
to
threescore
,
and
nowe
I
remember
me
,
his
name
is
Falstalffe
,
if
that
man
shoulde
bee
lewdly
giuen
,
hee
deceiueth
me
.
For
Harry
,
I
see
vertue
in
his
lookes
:
if
then
the
tree
may
bee
knowne
by
the
fruit
,
as
the
fruit
by
the
tree
,
then
peremptorily
I
speake
it
,
there
is
vertue
in
that
Falstalffe
,
him
keepe
with
the
rest
banish
,
and
tell
me
now
thou
naughtie
varlet
,
tell
me
where
hast
thou
beene
this
month
?
Prin.
Dost
thou
speake
like
a
king
,
do
thou
stand
for
me
,
and
i
le
play
my
father
.
Fal.
Depose
me
,
if
thou
dost
it
halfe
so
grauely
,
so
maiestically
,
both
in
word
and
matter
,
hang
me
vp
by
the
heeles
for
a
rabbet
sucker
,
or
a
poulters
Hare
Prin.
Well
,
here
I
am
set
.
Fal.
And
here
I
stand
,
iudge
my
maisters
.
Prin.
Now
Harry
,
whence
come
you
?
Fal.
My
noble
Lord
from
Eastcheape
.
Prin.
The
complaints
I
heare
of
thee
are
greeuous
.
Fal.
Zbloud
my
Lord
they
are
false
:
nay
i
le
tickle
ye
for
a
yong
prince
I
faith
.
Prin.
Swearest
thou
vngratious
boy
,
hence
forth
nere
looke
on
me
,
thou
art
violently
carried
awaie
from
grace
,
there
is
a
diuell
haunts
thee
in
the
likenesse
of
an
olde
fat
man
,
a
tun
of
man
is
thy
companion
:
why
doest
thou
conuerse
with
that
trunke
of
humours
,
that
boulting
hutch
of
beastlinesse
,
that
swolne
parcell
of
dropsies
,
that
huge
bombard
of
sacke
,
that
stuft
cloakebag
of
guts
,
that
rosted
Manningtre
Oxe
with
the
pudding
in
his
belly
,
that
reuerent
vice
,
that
gray
iniquity
,
that
father
ruffian
,
that
vanity
in
yeares
,
wherein
is
he
good
,
but
to
tast
sacke
and
drinke
it
?
wherein
neat
and
clenly
,
but
to
carue
a
capon
and
eat
it
?
wherein
cunning
,
but
in
craft
?
wherein
crafty
,
but
in
villany
?
wherein
villanous
,
but
in
al
things
?
where
in
worthy
,
but
in
nothing
?
Fal.
I
would
your
grace
would
take
me
with
you
,
whome
meanes
your
grace
?
Prin.
That
villanous
abhominable
misleader
of
youth
,
Falstalffe
,
that
olde
white
bearded
Sathan
.
Fal.
My
Lord
,
the
man
I
know
.
Prin.
I
know
thou
doest
.
Fal.
But
to
say
I
knowe
more
harme
in
him
then
in
my selfe
,
were
to
say
more
then
I
know
:
that
he
is
olde
the
more
the
pittie
,
his
white
haires
doe
witnesse
it
,
but
that
he
is
sauing
your
reuerence
,
a
whoremaster
,
that
I
vtterlie
denie
:
if
sacke
and
sugar
be
a
fault
,
God
helpe
the
wicked
;
if
to
be
olde
and
merry
be
a
sin
,
then
many
an
old
host
that
I
know
is
damnd
:
if
to
be
fat
be
to
be
hated
,
then
Pharaos
lane
kine
are
to
be
loued
.
No
my
good
lord
banish
Peto
,
banish
Bardoll
,
banish
Poines
,
but
for
sweet
Iacke
Falstalffe
,
kinde
Iacke
Falstalffe
,
true
Iacke
Falstalffe
,
valiant
Iacke
Falstalffe
&
therfore
more
valiant
being
as
he
is
old
Iacke
Falstalffe
,
banish
not
him
thy
Harries
companie
,
banish
not
him
thy
Harries
companie
,
banish
plumpe
Iacke
,
and
banish
all
the
world
.
Prin.
I
do
,
I
will
.
Enter
Bardoll
running
.
Bar.
O
my
Lord
,
my
Lord
,
the
Sheriffe
with
a
most
monstrous
watch
is
at
the
doore
.
Falst.
Out
ye
rogue
,
play
out
the
play
,
I
haue
much
to
say
in
the
behalfe
of
that
Falstalffe
.
Enter
the
hostesse
.
Host.
O
Iesu
,
my
Lord
,
my
Lord
!
Prin.
Heigh
,
heigh
,
the
Deuil
rides
vpon
a
fiddle
sticke
,
what
s
the
matter
?
Host.
The
Sheriffe
and
al
the
watch
are
at
the
doore
,
they
are
come
to
search
the
house
,
shall
I
let
them
in
?
Falst.
Doest
thou
heare
Hal
?
neuer
call
a
true
piece
of
golde
a
counterfet
,
thou
art
essentially
made
without
seeming
so
.
Prin.
And
thou
a
naturall
coward
without
instinct
.
Falst.
I
deny
your
Maior
,
if
you
wil
deny
the
Sheriffe
so
,
if
not
,
let
him
enter
.
If
I
become
not
a
Cart
as
well
as
another
man
a
plague
on
my
bringing
vp
,
I
hope
I
shall
as
soone
bee
strangled
with
a
halter
as
another
.
Prin.
Go
hide
thee
behind
the
Arras
,
the
rest
walke
vp
aboue
,
now
my
masters
for
a
true
face
,
and
good
conscience
.
Falst.
Both
which
I
haue
had
,
but
their
date
is
out
,
and
therefore
i
le
hide
me
.
Prin.
Call
in
the
Sheriffe
.
Enter
Sheriffe
and
the
Carrier
.
Prin.
Now
master
Sheriffe
,
what
is
your
wil
with
me
?
Sher.
First
pardon
me
my
Lord
.
A
hue
and
crie
hath
followed
certaine
men
vnto
this
house
.
Prin.
What
men
?
Sher.
One
of
them
is
well
known
my
gratious
Lorde
,
a
grosse
fat
man
.
Car.
As
fat
as
butter
.
Prin.
The
man
I
do
assure
you
is
not
here
,
For
I
my selfe
at
this
time
haue
emploid
him●
.
And
Sheriffe
,
I
will
ingage
my
word
to
thee
,
That
I
will
by
to
morrow
dinner
time
Send
him
to
answere
thee
or
any
man
,
For
any
thing
he
shall
be
charg'd
withal
,
And
so
let
me
intreat
you
leaue
the
house
.
Sher.
I
will
my
Lord
:
there
are
two
gentlemen
Haue
in
this
robbery
lost
300.
markes
.
Prin.
It
may
be
so
:
if
he
haue
robd
these
men
He
shal
be
answerable
and
so
fare
well
.
She.
God
night
my
noble
Lord
.
Prin.
I
thinke
it
is
god
morrow
is
it
not
?
She.
Indeed
my
Lord
I
thinke
it
be
two
a
clocke
.
Exit
Prin.
This
oy●ie
rascall
is
knowne
as
well
as
Poules
:
goe
call
him
forth
.
Peto
.
Falstalffe
:
fast
asleepe
behind
the
Arras
,
and
snorting
like
a
horse
.
Prin.
Harke
how
hard
he
fetches
breath
,
search
his
pockets
.
He
searcheth
his
pocket
,
and
findeth
certaine
papers
.
Pr.
What
hast
thou
found
?
Pet.
Nothing
but
papers
my
Lord
.
Prin.
Let
s
see
what
they
be
,
read
them
.
Item
a
capon
.
-
2.
s
,
ii
,
d.
Item
sawce
.
-
iiij
,
d.
Item
sacke
two
gallons
.
-
v.
s
,
viij
,
d.
Item
anchaues
and
sacke
after
supper
.
-
2
,
s
,
vj
,
d.
Item
bread
.
-
ob
.
O
monstrous
!
but
one
halfe
peniworth
of
bread
to
this
intollerable
deale
of
sack
?
what
there
is
else
keepe
close
,
wee
l
read
it
at
more
aduantage
;
there
let
him
sleepe
till
day
,
i
le
to
the
court
in
the
morning
.
We
must
all
to
the
wars
,
and
thy
place
shal
be
honorable
.
I
le
procure
this
fat
rogue
a
charge
of
foot
,
and
I
know
his
death
will
bee
a
march
of
twelue
skore
,
the
money
shall
bee
paid
backe
againe
with
aduantage
;
bee
with
me
betimes
in
the
morning
,
and
so
good
morrow
Peto
.
Peto
Good
morrow
good
my
Lord.
Exeunt
Enter
Hotspur
,
Worcester
,
Lord
Mortimer
,
Owen
Glendower
.
Mor.
These
promises
are
faire
,
the
parties
sure
,
Hot.
Lord
Mortimer
,
and
coosen
Glendower
wil
you
sit
down
?
and
Vncle
Worcester
;
a
plague
vpon
it
I
haue
forgot
the
map
.
Glendow
.
No
here
it
is
;
sit
Coosen
Percy
,
sit
good
Coosen
Hotspur
,
for
by
that
name
as
oft
as
Lancaster
doth
speake
of
you
,
his
cheeke
lookes
pale
,
and
with
a
rising
sigh
hee
wisheth
you
in
heauen
.
Hot.
And
you
in
hell
,
as
oft
as
he
heares
Owen
Glendower
spoke
of
.
Glen
.
I
cannot
blame
him
;
at
my
natiuity
The
front
of
heauen
was
full
of
fiery
shapes
Of
burning
cressets
,
and
at
my
birth
The
frame
and
huge
foundation
of
the
earth
Shaked
like
a
coward
.
Hot.
Why
so
it
woulde
haue
done
at
the
same
season
if
your
mothers
cat
had
but
kittend
,
though
your selfe
had
neuer
beene
borne
.
Glen
,
I
say
the
earth
did
shake
when
I
was
borne
.
Hot.
And
I
say
the
earth
was
not
of
my
mind
,
If
you
suppose
as
fearing
you
it
shooke
.
Glen
.
The
heauens
were
all
on
fire
,
the
earth
did
tremble
,
Hot.
Oh
then
the
earth
shooke
to
see
the
heauens
on
fire
,
And
not
in
feare
of
your
natiuity
,
Diseased
nature
oftentimes
breakes
forth
,
In
strange
eruptions
,
oft
the
teeming
earth
Is
with
a
kind
of
collicke
pincht
and
vext
,
By
the
imprisoning
of
vnruly
wind
Within
herwombe
,
which
for
enlargement
striuing
Shakes
the
old
Beldame
earth
,
and
topples
down
Steeples
and
mossegrown
towers
.
At
your
birth
Our
Grandam
earth
,
hauing
this
distemprature
In
passion
shooke
.
Glen
.
Coosen
of
many
men
I
do
not
beare
these
crossings
,
giue
me
leaue
To
tell
you
once
againe
that
at
my
birth
The
front
of
heauen
was
full
of
fiery
shapes
,
The
goates
ran
from
the
mountaines
,
and
the
heards
Were
strangely
clamorous
to
the
frighted
fields
.
These
signes
haue
markt
me
extraordinary
,
And
all
the
courses
of
my
life
do
shew
I
am
not
in
the
roule
of
common
men
:
Where
is
he
liuing
clipt
in
with
the
sea
,
That
chides
the
bancks
of
England
,
Scotland
,
Wales
,
Which
cals
me
pupil
or
hath
read
to
me
?
And
bring
him
out
that
is
but
womans
sonne
?
Can
trace
me
in
the
tedious
waies
of
Arte
,
And
hold
me
pace
in
deepe
experiments
.
Hot.
I
thinke
there
s
no
man
speakes
better
Welsh
:
I
le
to
dinner
.
Mor.
Peace
coosen
Percy
,
you
wil
make
him
mad
.
Glen
.
I
can
cal
spirits
from
the
vasly
deepe
.
Hot.
Why
so
can
I
,
or
so
can
any
man
,
But
wil
they
come
when
you
do
cal
for
them
Glen
.
Why
I
can
teach
you
coosen
to
command
the
Deuil
.
Hot.
And
I
can
teach
thee
coose
to
shame
the
deuil
,
By
telling
truth
.
Tel
truth
and
shame
the
deuil
:
If
thou
haue
power
to
raise
him
bring
him
hither
,
And
i
le
be
sworne
I
haue
power
to
shame
him
hence
:
Oh
while
you
liue
tel
truth
and
shame
the
deuil
.
Mor.
Come
,
come
,
no
more
of
this
vnprofitable
chat
.
Glen
.
Three
times
hath
Henry
Bullenbrooke
made
head
Against
my
power
,
thrice
from
the
bankes
of
Wye
,
And
sandy
bottomd
Seuerne
haue
I
sent
him
Booteles
home
,
and
weather
beaten
backe
.
Hot.
Home
without
bootes
,
and
in
foule
weather
too
,
How
scapes
she
agues
in
the
deuils
name
?
Glen
.
Come
here
is
the
map
,
shal
we
diuide
our
right
?
According
to
our
three
fold
order
tane
.
Mor.
The
Archdeacon
hath
diuided
it
Into
three
limits
very
equally
:
England
from
Trent
,
and
Seuerne
hitherto
,
By
South
and
East
is
to
my
part
assignd
:
Al
westward
,
Wales
beyond
the
Seuerne
shore
,
And
al
the
fertile
land
within
that
bound
To
Owen
Glendower
:
and
deare
coose
to
you
The
remnant
Northward
lying
off
from
Trent
,
And
our
indentures
tripartite
are
drawn
,
Which
being
sealed
enterchangeably
,
(
A
businesse
that
this
night
may
execute
:
)
To
morrow
coosen
Percy
you
and
I
And
my
good
Lord
of
Worcester
wil
set
forth
To
meet
your
father
and
the
Scottish
power
,
As
is
appointed
vs
at
Shrewsbury
.
My
father
Glendower
is
not
ready
yet
,
Nor
shal
we
need
his
helpe
these
fourteen
daies
,
Within
that
space
you
may
haue
drawne
together
Your
tenants
,
friends
,
and
neighbouring
gentlemen
.
Glen
.
A
shorter
time
shall
send
me
to
you
Lords
,
And
in
my
conduct
shall
your
Ladies
come
,
From
whom
you
now
must
steale
and
take
no
leaue
,
For
there
wil
be
a
world
of
water
shed
,
Vpon
the
parting
of
your
wiues
and
you
.
Hot.
Me
thinks
my
moity
North
from
Burton
here
,
In
quantity
equals
not
one
of
yours
,
See
how
this
riuer
comes
me
cranking
in
,
And
cuts
me
from
the
best
of
all
my
land
,
A
huge
halfe
moone
,
a
monstrous
scantle
out
,
I
le
haue
the
currant
in
this
place
damnd
vp
,
And
here
the
smug
and
siluer
Trent
shall
run
In
a
new
channell
faire
and
euenly
,
It
shall
not
wind
with
such
a
deepe
indent
,
To
rob
me
of
so
rich
a
bottome
here
.
Glen
.
Not
wind
it
shal
,
it
must
,
you
see
it
doth
.
Mor
Yea
,
but
marke
howe
he
beares
his
course
,
and
runs
mee
vp
with
like
aduauntage
on
the
other
side
,
gelding
the
opposed
continent
as
much
as
on
the
other
side
it
takes
from
you
.
Wor
Yea
but
a
little
charge
wil
trench
him
here
,
And
on
this
Northside
win
this
cape
of
land
,
And
then
he
runs
straight
and
euen
.
Hot.
I
le
haue
it
so
a
little
charge
will
do
it
.
Glen
.
I
le
not
haue
it
altred
.
Hot
Will
not
you
?
Glen
.
No
nor
you
shall
not
.
Hot.
Who
shall
say
me
nay
?
Glen
.
Why
that
will
I.
Hot.
Let
me
not
vnderstand
you
then
,
speake
it
in
Welsh
.
Glen
.
I
can
speake
English
Lord
as
well
as
you
,
For
I
was
traind
vp
in
the
English
court
,
Where
being
but
yong
I
framed
to
the
harpe
Many
an
English
ditty
louely
well
,
And
gaue
the
tongue
a
helpeful
ornament
,
A
vertue
that
was
neuer
seene
in
you
.
Hot.
Marry
and
I
am
glad
of
it
with
all
my
hart
,
I
had
rather
be
a
kitten
and
cry
mew
,
Then
one
of
these
same
miter
ballet
mongers
,
I
had
rather
heare
a
brazen
can
sticke
turnd
,
Or
a
drie
wheele
grate
on
the
exle
tree
,
And
that
would
set
my
teeth
nothing
an
edge
.
Nothing
so
much
as
minsing
poetry
,
T
is
like
the
forc't
gate
of
a
shuffling
nag
.
Glen
.
Come
,
you
shal
haue
Trent
turnd
.
Hot.
I
do
not
care
,
i
le
giue
thrice
so
much
land
To
any
well
deseruing
friend
:
But
in
the
way
of
bargaine
marke
ye
me
,
I
le
cauill
on
the
ninth
part
of
a
haire
,
Are
the
Indentures
drawn
,
shal
we
be
gone
?
Glen
.
The
moon
shines
faire
,
you
may
away
by
night
I
le
haste
the
writer
,
and
withal
Breake
with
your
,
wiues
of
your
departure
hence
,
I
am
afraid
my
daughter
will
run
mad
,
So
much
she
doteth
on
her
Mortimer
.
Exit
Mor.
Fie
coosen
Percy
,
how
you
crosse
my
father
.
Hot.
I
cannot
chuse
,
sometime
he
angers
me
With
telling
me
of
the
Mold
warp
and
the
Ant
,
Of
the
dreamer
Merlin
and
his
prophecies
,
And
of
a
Dragon
and
a
finles
fish
,
A
clipwingd
Griffin
and
a
molten
rauen
,
A
couching
Leon
and
a
ramping
Cat
,
And
such
a
deale
of
skimble
scamble
stuffe
,
As
puts
me
from
my
faith
.
I
tel
you
what
,
He
held
me
last
night
at
least
nine
houres
In
reckoning
vp
the
seueral
Diuels
names
That
were
his
lackies
,
I
cried
hum
,
and
wel
go
to
,
But
markt
him
not
a
word
O
he
is
as
tedious
As
a
tyred
horse
,
a
railing
wife
,
Worse
then
a
smoky
house
.
I
had
rather
liue
With
cheese
and
garlike
in
a
Windmil
far
,
Then
feed
on
cates
and
haue
him
talke
to
me
,
In
any
summer
house
in
Christendome
.
Mor.
In
faith
he
is
a
worthy
gentleman
,
Exceedingly
well
read
and
profited
In
strange
concealements
,
valiant
as
a
lion
,
And
wondrous
affable
;
and
as
bountifull
As
mines
of
India
;
shal
I
tell
you
coosen
,
He
holds
your
temper
in
a
high
respect
And
curbs
himselfe
euen
of
his
natural
scope
,
When
you
come
crosse
his
humor
,
faith
he
does
,
I
warrant
you
that
man
is
not
aliue
Might
so
haue
tempted
him
as
you
haue
done
,
Without
the
tast
of
danger
and
reproofe
,
But
do
not
vse
it
oft
,
let
me
intreat
you
.
Wor.
In
faith
my
Lord
you
are
too
wilfull
blame
,
And
since
your
comming
hither
haue
done
enough
To
put
him
quite
besides
his
patience
,
You
must
needes
learne
Lord
to
amend
this
fault
,
Though
sometimes
it
shew
greatnes
,
courage
,
bloud
,
And
that
s
the
dearest
grace
it
renders
you
,
Yet
oftentimes
it
doth
present
harsh
rage
,
Defect
of
maners
,
want
of
gouernment
,
Pride
,
hautinesse
,
opinion
,
and
disdaine
,
The
least
of
which
hanting
a
noble
man
,
Looseth
mens
harts
and
leaues
behind
a
staine
Vpon
the
beauty
of
all
parts
besides
,
Beguiling
them
of
commendation
.
Hot.
Wel
I
am
schoold
good
maners
be
your
speed
,
Here
come
our
wiues
,
and
let
vs
take
our
leaue
.
Enter
Glendower
with
the
Ladies
.
Mor.
This
is
the
deadly
spight
that
angers
me
,
My
wife
can
speake
no
English
,
I
no
Welsh
.
Glen
My
daughter
weepes
,
shee
le
not
part
with
you
,
Shee
le
be
a
souldior
to
,
shee
le
to
the
wars
.
Mor.
Good
father
tell
her
,
that
she
and
my
Aunt
Percy
Shal
follow
in
your
conduct
speedily
.
Glondower
speakes
to
her
in
Welsh
,
and
she
answeres
him
in
the
same
.
Glen
.
She
is
desperate
here
,
A
peeuish
selfe
wild
harlotrie
,
one
that
no
perswasion
can
doe
good
vpon
.
The
Ladie
speakes
in
Welsh
.
Mor.
I
vnderstand
thy
lookes
,
that
prettie
Welsh
,
Which
thou
powrest
downe
from
these
swelling
heauens
,
I
am
too
perfect
in
,
and
but
for
shame
In
such
a
parley
should
I
answere
thee
.
The
Ladie
againe
in
welsh
Mor.
I
vnderstand
thy
kisses
,
and
thou
mine
,
And
that
s
a
feeling
disputation
,
But
I
will
neuer
be
a
truant
loue
,
Till
I
haue
learnt
thy
language
,
for
thy
tongue
Makes
Welsh
as
sweet
as
ditties
highly
pend
,
Sung
by
a
faire
Queene
in
a
summers
bowre
,
With
rauishing
diuision
to
her
Lute
.
Glen
.
Nay
,
if
you
melt
,
then
will
she
run
mad
.
The
Ladie
speakes
againe
in
Welsh
.
Mor.
O
I
am
ignorance
it selfe
in
this
.
Glen
.
She
bids
you
on
the
wanton
rushes
lay
you
downe
,
And
rest
your
gentle
head
vpon
her
lap
,
And
she
will
sing
the
song
that
pleaseth
you
,
And
on
your
eyelids
crowne
the
God
of
sleepe
,
Charming
your
bloud
with
pleasing
heauinesse
,
Making
such
difference
twixt
wake
and
sleepe
,
As
is
the
difference
betwixt
day
and
night
,
The
houre
before
the
heauenly
harnest
teeme
Begins
his
golden
progresse
in
the
east
.
Mor.
With
all
my
heart
i
le
sit
and
heare
her
sing
,
By
that
time
will
our
booke
I
thinke
be
drawne
.
Glen
.
Do
so
,
&
those
musitions
that
shal
play
to
you
,
Hang
in
the
aire
a
thousand
leagues
from
hence
,
And
straight
they
shal
be
here
,
sit
and
attend
.
Hot.
Come
Kate
,
thou
art
perfect
in
lying
downe
,
Come
quick
,
quick
,
that
I
may
lay
my
head
in
thy
lap
.
La.
Go
ye
giddy
goose
.
The
musicke
playes
.
Hot.
Now
I
perceiue
the
diuell
vnderstands
Welsh
,
And
t
is
no
maruaile
he
is
so
humorous
,
Birlady
he
is
a
good
musition
.
La.
Then
should
you
be
nothing
but
musicall
,
For
you
are
altogither
gouernd
by
humors
,
Lie
still
ye
thiefe
,
and
heare
the
Lady
sing
in
Welsh
.
Hot.
I
had
rather
heare
lady
my
brache
howle
in
Irish.
La.
Wouldst
thou
haue
thy
head
broken
?
Hotsp
No.
La.
Then
be
still
.
Hotsp
.
Neither
,
t
is
a
womans
fault
.
La.
Nowe
God
helpe
thee
.
Hot.
To
the
Welsh
Ladies
bed
.
La.
What
s
that
?
Hot.
Peace
,
she
sings
.
Here
the
Ladie
sings
a
welsh
song
.
Hot.
Come
Kate
,
i
le
haue
your
song
too
.
La
Not
mine
in
good
sooth
.
Hot.
Not
yours
in
good
sooth
.
Hart
,
you
sweare
like
a
comfit-makers
wife
,
not
you
in
good
sooth
,
and
as
true
as
I
liue
,
and
as
God
shall
mend
me
,
and
as
sure
as
day
:
And
giuest
such
sarcenet
surety
for
thy
oathes
,
As
if
thou
neuer
walkst
further
then
Finsbury
.
Sweare
me
Kate
like
a
ladie
as
thou
art
,
A
good
mouthfilling
oath
,
and
leaue
in
sooth
,
And
such
protest
of
pepper
ginger
bread
To
veluet
gards
,
and
Sunday
Citizens
.
Come
sing
.
La.
I
will
not
sing
.
Hot.
T
is
the
next
way
to
turne
taylor
,
or
be
redbrest
teacher
,
and
the
indentures
be
drawn
i
le
away
within
these
two
houres
,
and
so
come
in
when
ye
will
.
Exit
.
Glen
.
Come
come
,
Lord
Mortimer
,
you
are
as
slow
,
As
Hot.
Lord
Percy
is
on
fire
to
go
:
By
this
our
booke
is
drawne
,
wee
le
but
seale
,
And
then
to
horse
immediatlie
.
Mor.
With
all
my
hart
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
the
King
,
Prince
of
Wales
,
and
others
.
King
.
Lords
giue
vs
leaue
,
the
Prince
of
Wales
and
I
,
Must
haue
some
priuate
conference
,
but
be
neare
at
hand
,
For
we
shall
presently
haue
neede
of
you
.
Exeunt
Lords
.
I
know
not
whether
God
will
haue
it
so
For
some
displeasing
seruice
I
haue
done
,
That
in
his
secret
doome
out
of
my
blood
,
Hee
le
breed
reuengement
and
a
scourge
for
me
:
But
thou
dost
in
thy
passages
of
life
,
Make
me
beleeue
that
thou
art
onely
markt
For
the
hot
vengeance
,
and
the
rod
of
heauen
,
To
punish
my
mistreadings
.
Tell
me
else
Could
such
inordinate
and
low
desires
,
Such
poore
,
such
bare
,
such
lewd
,
such
mean
attempts
,
Such
barten
pleasures
,
rude
societie
As
thou
art
matcht
withall
,
and
grafted
to
,
Accompanie
the
greatnesse
of
thy
blood
,
And
hold
their
leuell
with
thy
princely
heart
?
Prin.
So
please
your
Maiestie
,
I
would
I
could
Quit
all
offences
with
as
cleare
excuse
,
As
well
as
I
am
doubtlesse
I
can
purge
My selfe
of
many
I
am
chargd
withall
,
Yet
such
extenuation
let
me
beg
,
As
in
reproofe
of
many
tales
deuisde
,
Which
oft
the
eare
of
greatnes
needs
must
heare
By
smiling
pickthanks
,
and
base
newes
mongers
,
I
may
for
some
things
true
,
wherein
my
youth
Hath
faulty
wandred
,
and
irregular
,
Find
pardon
on
my
true
submission
.
Kin.
God
pardon
thee
yet
let
me
wonder
,
Harry
,
At
thy
affections
,
which
do
hold
a
wing
Quite
from
the
flight
of
all
thy
auncestors
,
Thy
place
in
counsell
thou
hast
rudely
lost
Which
by
thy
yonger
brother
is
supplide
,
And
art
almost
an
allien
to
the
harts
Of
all
the
Court
and
princes
of
my
blood
,
The
hope
and
expectation
of
thy
time
Is
ruind
,
and
the
soule
of
euery
man
Prophetically
do
forethinke
thy
fall
:
Had
I
so
lauish
of
my
presence
beene
,
So
common
hackneid
in
the
eyes
of
men
,
So
stale
and
cheape
to
vulgar
companie
.
Opinion
that
did
helpe
me
to
the
crowne
,
Had
still
kept
loyall
to
possession
,
And
left
me
in
reputelesse
banishment
,
A
fellow
of
no
marke
nor
likelihoode
.
By
being
seldome
seene
,
I
could
not
stirre
But
like
a
Comet
I
was
wondred
at
That
men
would
tell
their
children
this
is
he
:
Others
would
say
,
where
,
which
is
Bullingbrooke
?
And
then
I
stole
all
curtesie
from
heauen
,
And
drest
my selfe
in
such
humilitie
That
I
did
plucke
allegiance
from
mens
hearts
,
Loud
shouts
,
and
salutations
from
their
mouths
,
Euen
in
the
presence
of
the
crowned
king
.
Thus
did
I
keepe
my
person
fresh
and
new
,
My
presence
like
a
roabe
pontificall
,
Nere
seene
but
wondred
at
,
and
so
my
state
Seldome
,
but
sumptuous
shewd
like
a
feast
,
And
wan
by
rarenesse
such
solemnitie
.
The
skipping
king
,
he
ambled
vp
and
downe
,
With
shallow
iesters
,
and
rash
bauin
wits
,
Soone
kindled
,
and
soone
burnt
,
carded
his
state
,
Mingled
his
royaltie
with
capring
fooles
,
Had
his
great
name
prophaned
with
their
scornes
,
And
gaue
his
countenance
against
his
name
To
laugh
at
gibing
boyes
,
and
stand
the
push
Of
euery
beardlesse
vaine
comparatiue
,
Grew
a
companion
to
the
common
streetes
,
Enfe
oft
himselfe
to
popularitie
,
That
being
dayly
swallowed
by
mens
eyes
,
They
surfetted
with
honie
,
and
began
to
loath
The
taste
of
sweetnesse
,
whereof
a
little
More
then
a
little
,
is
by
much
too
much
.
So
when
he
had
occasion
to
be
seene
,
He
was
but
as
the
Cuckoe
is
in
Iune
,
Heard
,
not
regarded
:
Scene
,
but
with
such
eies
As
sicke
and
blunted
with
communitie
,
Affoord
no
extraordinary
gaze
.
Such
as
is
bent
on
sun-like
maiestie
,
When
it
shines
seldome
in
admirring
eies
,
But
rather
drowzd
,
and
hung
their
eie-lids
down
,
Slept
in
his
face
,
and
rendred
such
aspect
As
cloudy
men
vse
to
their
aduersaries
,
Being
with
his
presence
glutted
,
gordge
,
and
full
.
And
in
that
very
line
Harry
standest
thou
,
For
thou
hast
lost
thy
princely
priuiledge
With
vile
participation
.
Not
an
eye
But
is
a
weary
of
thy
common
sight
,
Saue
mine
,
which
hath
desired
to
see
thee
more
,
Which
now
doth
that
I
would
not
haue
it
do
,
Make
blind
it selfe
with
foolish
tendernesse
.
Prin.
I
shall
hereafter
my
thrice
gratious
Lord
,
Be
more
my selfe
.
King
.
For
all
the
world
,
As
thou
art
to
this
houre
was
Richard
then
,
When
I
from
France
set
foot
at
Rauenspurgh
,
And
euen
as
I
was
than
,
is
Percy
now
,
Now
by
my
scepter
,
and
my
soule
to
boote
,
He
hath
more
worthie
interest
to
the
state
Then
thou
the
shadow
of
succession
.
For
of
no
right
,
nor
colour
like
to
right
,
He
doth
fill
fields
with
harnesse
in
the
realme
,
Turnes
head
against
the
lions
armed
iawes
,
And
being
no
more
in
debt
to
yeares
,
then
thou
Leads
ancient
Lords
,
and
reuerend
Bishops
on
To
bloudie
battailes
,
and
to
bruising
armes
.
What
neuer
dying
honour
hath
he
got
Against
renowmed
Dowglas
?
Whose
high
deeds
,
Whose
hot
incursions
,
and
great
name
in
armes
,
Holds
from
al
souldiors
chiefe
maioritie
And
militarie
title
capitall
.
Through
all
the
kingdome
that
acknowledge
Christ
,
Thrice
hath
this
Hotspur
Man
in
swathling
cloaths
,
This
infant
warrier
in
his
enterprises
,
Discomfited
great
Dowglas
,
tane
him
once
,
Enlargd
him
,
and
made
a
friend
of
him
,
To
fill
the
mouth
of
deepe
defiance
vp
,
And
shake
the
peace
and
safety
of
our
throne
,
And
what
say
you
to
this
?
Percy
Northumberland
,
The
Archbishops
grace
of
York
,
Dowglas
,
Mortimer
,
Capitulate
against
vs
,
and
are
vp
.
But
wherefore
do
I
tel
these
newes
to
thee
?
Why
Harry
do
I
tell
thee
of
my
foes
,
Which
art
my
nearest
and
dearest
enemy
?
Thou
that
art
like
enough
through
vassall
feare
,
Base
inclination
,
and
the
start
of
spleene
,
To
fight
against
me
vnder
Percies
pay
,
To
dog
his
heeles
,
and
curtsie
at
his
frownes
,
To
shew
how
much
thou
art
degenerate
.
Prin.
Do
not
thinke
so
,
you
shal
not
find
it
so
,
And
God
forgiue
them
that
so
much
haue
swaide
Your
maiesties
good
thoughts
away
from
me
.
I
will
redeeme
all
this
on
Percies
head
,
And
in
the
closing
of
some
glorious
day
Be
bold
to
tell
you
that
I
am
your
sonne
,
When
I
will
weare
a
garment
all
of
bloud
,
And
staine
my
fauors
in
a
bloudy
maske
,
Which
washt
away
shall
scoure
my
shame
with
it
,
And
that
shal
be
the
day
when
ere
it
lights
,
That
this
same
child
of
honour
and
renowne
,
This
gallant
Hotspur
,
this
all
praised
knight
,
And
your
vnthought
of
Harry
chance
to
meet
,
For
euery
honor
sitting
on
his
helme
Would
they
were
multitudes
,
and
on
my
head
My
shames
redoubled
.
For
the
time
will
com
That
I
shall
make
this
Northren
youth
exchange
His
glorious
deedes
for
my
indignities
.
Percy
is
but
my
factor
,
good
my
Lord
,
To
engrosse
vp
glorious
deeds
on
my
behalfe
.
And
I
will
call
him
to
so
strickt
account
,
That
he
shall
render
euery
glory
vp
,
Yea
,
euen
the
sleightest
worship
of
his
time
,
Or
I
will
teare
the
reckoning
from
his
heart
.
This
in
the
name
of
God
I
promise
heere
,
The
which
if
he
be
pleasd
I
shall
performe
:
I
do
beseech
your
maiesty
may
salue
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
breake
the
smallest
parcell
of
this
vow
.
King
.
A
hundred
thousand
rebels
die
in
this
,
Thou
shalt
haue
charge
and
soueraine
trust
herein
.
How
now
good
blunt
thy
lookes
are
full
of
speed
.
Enter
Blunt
.
Blunt
.
So
hath
the
businesse
that
I
come
to
speake
of
.
Lord
Mortimer
of
Scotland
hath
sent
word
,
That
Dowglas
and
the
English
Rebels
met
The
eleuenth
of
this
month
at
Shrewsbury
,
A
mighty
and
a
fearefull
head
they
are
,
If
promises
be
kept
on
euery
hand
,
As
euer
offred
foule
play
in
a
state
.
King
.
The
Earle
of
Westmerland
set
forth
to
day
,
With
him
my
sonne
Lord
Iohn
of
Lancaster
,
For
this
aduertisement
is
fiue
daies
old
.
On
Wednesday
next
,
Harry
you
shall
set
forward
,
On
thursday
we
our selues
will
march
.
Our
meeting
Is
Bridgenorth
,
and
Harry
,
you
shall
march
Through
Glocestershire
,
by
which
account
Our
businesse
valued
some
twelue
daies
hence
,
Our
general
forces
at
Bridgenorth
shall
meet
:
Our
hands
are
full
of
businesse
,
let
s
away
,
Aduantage
feedes
him
fat
while
men
delay
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Falstalffe
and
Bardol
.
Fal.
Bardoll
,
am
I
not
falne
away
vilely
since
this
last
action
?
do
I
not
bate
?
do
I
not
dwindle
?
Why
,
my
skinne
hangs
about
me
like
an
old
Ladies
loose
gowne
.
I
am
withered
like
an
oulde
apple
Iohn
.
Well
,
i
le
repent
and
that
suddainly
,
while
I
am
in
some
liking
,
I
shall
be
out
of
heart
shortly
,
and
then
I
shall
haue
no
strength
to
repent
.
And
I
haue
not
forgotten
what
the
inside
of
a
Church
is
made
of
,
I
am
a
Pepper
come
,
a
brewers
Horse
,
the
inside
of
a
Church
Company
,
villainous
company
,
hath
been
the
spoile
of
me
.
Bar.
Sir
Iohn
,
you
are
so
fretfull
you
cannot
liue
long
.
Fal.
Why
,
there
is
it
;
come
sing
me
a
bawdie
song
,
make
me
merry
.
I
was
as
vertuously
giuen
as
a
gentleman
need
to
be
,
vertuous
enough
,
swore
little
,
dic't
not
aboue
seuen
times
a
weeke
,
went
to
a
baudy
house
not
aboue
once
in
a
quarter
of
an
houre
,
paid
money
that
I
borrowed
three
or
foure
times
,
liued
wel
,
and
in
good
compasse
,
and
nowe
I
liue
out
of
all
order
,
out
of
all
compasse
.
Bar.
Why
,
you
are
so
fat
sir
Iohn
,
that
you
must
needes
be
out
of
all
compasse
:
out
of
all
reasonable
compasse
,
sir
Iohn
.
Fal.
Do
thou
amend
thy
face
,
and
i
le
amend
my
life
:
thou
art
our
Admiral
,
thou
bearest
the
lanterne
in
the
poope
,
but
t
is
in
the
nose
of
thee
:
thou
art
the
knight
of
the
burning
lampe
.
Bar.
Why
,
sir
Iohn
,
my
face
does
you
no
harme
.
Fal.
No
i
le
be
sworn
,
I
make
as
good
vse
of
it
as
many
a
man
doth
of
a
deaths
head
,
or
a
momento
mori
.
I
neuer
see
thy
face
,
but
I
thinke
vpon
hell
fire
,
and
Diues
that
liued
in
Purple
:
for
there
he
is
in
his
robes
burning
burning
.
If
thou
wert
any
waie
giuen
to
vertue
,
I
would
sweare
by
thy
face
:
my
oath
should
be
by
this
fire
that
Gods
Angell
.
But
thou
art
altogether
giuen
ouer
:
and
went
indeede
but
for
the
light
in
thy
face
,
the
sonne
of
vtter
darkenesse
.
When
thou
must
vp
God
s●●ll
in
the
night
to
catch
my
horse
,
if
I
did
not
thinke
thou
hadst
beene
an
ignis
fatuus
,
or
a
ball
of
wildfire
,
there
s
no
purchase
in
money
.
O
thou
art
a
perpetuall
triumph
,
an
euerlasting
bonefire
light
,
thou
hast
saued
me
a
thousand
Markes
in
Linkes
,
and
Torches
,
walking
with
thee
in
the
night
betwixt
taueme
and
taueme
;
but
the
sacke
that
thou
ha●●
drunke
me
,
would
haue
bought
me
lights
as
good
cheape
,
at
the
dearest
Chandlers
in
Europe
.
I
haue
maintained
that
Sallamander
of
yours
with
fire
any
time
this
two
and
thirty
yeares
,
God
reward
me
for
it
.
Bar.
Zbloud
,
I
would
my
face
were
in
your
belly
.
Fal.
God
a
mercy
,
so
should
I
be
sure
to
be
har●burn●
.
How
now
dame
Partlet
the
hen
,
haue
you
enquird
Enter
host
.
yet
who
pickt
my
pocket
?
Hostesse
.
Why
sir
Iohn
,
what
do
you
thinke
sir
Iohn
,
doe
you
thinke
I
keepe
theeues
in
my
house
,
I
haue
searcht
,
I
haue
enquired
,
so
has
my
husband
,
man
by
man
,
boy
by
boy
,
seruant
by
seruant
,
the
tight
of
a
haire
,
was
neuer
lost
in
my
house
before
.
Fal.
Yee
lie
Hostesse
,
Bardoll
was
shau'd
,
and
lost
manie
a
haire
,
and
i
le
be
sworne
my
pocket
was
pickt
:
go
to
,
you
are
a
woman
,
go
.
Ho.
Who
I
No
,
I
defie
thee
:
Gods
light
I
was
neuer
cald
so
in
mine
owne
house
before
.
Fal.
Go
to
.
I
know
you
well
inough
.
Ho.
No
,
sir
Iohn
you
do
not
know
me
,
sir
Iohn
,
I
knowe
you
sir
Iohn
,
you
owe
me
mony
sir
Iohn
,
and
now
you
picke
a
quarrell
to
beguile
me
of
it
,
I
bought
you
a
douzen
of
shirts
to
your
backe
.
Falst.
Doulas
,
filthie
Doulas
.
I
haue
giuen
them
away
to
Bakers
wiues
,
they
haue
made
boulters
of
them
.
Host.
Now
as
I
am
a
true
woman
,
holland
of
viii
s.
an
ell
,
you
owe
mony
here
,
besides
sir
Iohn
,
for
your
diet
,
and
by
drinkings
,
and
money
lent
you
xxiiii
.
pound
.
Falst.
He
had
his
part
of
it
,
let
him
pay
.
Host.
He
,
alas
he
is
poore
,
he
hath
nothing
.
Fal.
How
?
poore
?
looke
vpon
his
face
.
What
call
you
rich
?
let
them
coyne
his
nose
,
let
them
coyne
his
cheekes
,
i
le
not
pay
a
denyer
:
what
will
you
make
a
yonker
of
mee
?
shall
I
not
take
mine
ease
in
mine
Inne
,
but
I
shall
haue
my
pocket
pickt
?
I
haue
lost
a
seale
ring
of
my
grandfathers
worth
fortie
marke
.
Ho.
O
Iesu
,
I
haue
heard
the
Prince
tell
him
I
know
not
how
oft
,
that
that
ring
was
copper
.
Falst.
How
?
the
prince
is
a
iacke
,
a
sneakeup
,
Zbloud
and
hee
were
here
,
I
would
cudgell
him
like
a
dog
if
he
would
say
so
.
Enter
the
prince
marching
,
and
Falstalffe
meetes
him
playing
vpon
his
trunchion
like
a
fife
.
Falst.
How
now
lad
,
is
the
winde
in
that
doore
ifaith
,
must
we
all
march
?
Bar.
Yea
,
two
,
and
two
,
Newgate
fashion
.
Host.
My
Lord
,
I
pray
you
heare
me
.
Pr.
What
saist
thou
mistris
quickly
,
how
doth
thy
husband
?
I
loue
him
well
,
he
is
an
honest
man
.
Host.
Good
my
Lord
heare
me
?
Falst.
Preethe
let
her
alone
,
and
list
to
me
.
Prin.
What
saist
thou
iacke
.
Falst.
The
other
night
I
fel
a
sleepe
here
,
behind
the
Arras
,
and
had
my
pocket
pickt
,
this
house
is
turn'd
baudy
house
,
they
pick
pockets
.
Prin.
What
didst
thou
loose
iacke
?
Fal.
Wilt
thou
beleeue
me
Hall
,
three
or
foure
bonds
of
forty
pound
a
peece
,
and
a
seale
ring
of
my
grandfathers
.
Prin.
A
trifle
,
some
eight
penie
matter
.
Host.
So
I
told
him
my
Lord
,
and
I
said
I
heard
your
grace
say
so
:
&
my
lord
he
speakes
most
vilely
of
you
,
like
a
foule
mouthd
man
as
he
is
,
and
said
he
would
cudgel
you
.
Prin.
What
he
did
not
?
Ho.
There
s
neither
faith
,
truth
,
not
womanhood
in
me
else
.
Fal.
There
s
no
more
faith
in
thee
then
in
a
stued
prune
,
nor
no
more
truth
in
thee
then
in
a
drawn
fox
,
and
for
womandood
maid
marion
may
be
the
deputies
wife
of
the
ward
to
thee
.
Go
you
thing
,
go
.
Host.
Say
what
thing
,
what
thing
?
Fal.
What
thing
?
why
a
thing
to
thanke
God
on
.
Ho.
I
am
nothing
to
thanke
God
on
,
I
would
thou
shouldst
know
it
,
I
am
an
honest
mans
wife
,
and
setting
thy
knighthood
aside
,
thou
art
a
knaue
to
call
me
so
.
Fal.
Setting
thy
womanhood
aside
,
thou
art
a
beast
to
say
otherwise
.
Host.
Say
,
what
beast
,
thou
knaue
thou
?
Falst.
What
beast
?
why
an
Otter
.
Prin.
An
Otter
sir
Iohn
,
why
an
Otter
?
Falst.
Why
?
shee
s
neither
fish
nor
flesh
,
a
man
knowes
not
where
to
haue
her
.
Host.
Thou
art
an
vniust
man
in
saying
so
,
thou
or
anie
man
knowes
where
to
haue
me
,
thou
knaue
thou
.
Prin.
Thou
saist
true
hostesse
,
and
hee
slaunders
thee
most
grossely
.
Host.
So
hee
doth
you
my
Lord
,
and
saide
this
other
day
you
ought
him
a
thousand
pound
.
Prin.
Sirrha
,
do
I
owe
you
a
thousand
pound
?
Falst.
A
thousand
pound
Hall
?
a
million
,
thy
loue
is
worth
a
million
,
thou
owest
me
thy
loue
.
Host.
Nay
my
Lord
,
he
cald
you
iacke
,
and
saide
hee
woulde
cudgel
you
.
Falst.
Did
I
Bardol
?
Bar.
Indeed
sir
Iohn
you
said
so
.
Fal.
Yea
,
if
he
said
my
ring
was
copper
.
Prin.
I
say
t
is
copper
,
darest
thou
be
as
good
as
thy
word
now
?
Falst.
Why
Hall
?
Thou
knowest
as
thou
art
but
man
I
dare
,
but
as
thou
art
prince
,
I
feare
thee
as
I
feare
the
roaring
of
the
Lyons
whelpe
.
Prin.
And
why
not
as
the
Lyon
?
Fal.
The
king
himselfe
is
to
be
feared
as
the
Lion
,
doest
thou
thinke
i
le
feare
thee
as
I
feare
thy
father
?
nay
and
I
doo
,
I
pray
God
my
girdle
breake
.
Prin.
O
,
if
it
should
,
howe
woulde
thy
guts
fall
about
thy
knees
?
but
sirrha
,
there
s
no
roome
for
faith
,
trueth
,
nor
honestie
,
in
this
bosome
of
thine
.
It
is
all
fild
vp
with
guttes
▪
and
midriffe
.
Charge
an
honest
woman
with
picking
thy
pocket
,
why
thou
horeson
impudent
imbost
rascall
,
if
there
were
anie
thing
in
thy
pocket
but
tauerne
reckonings
,
memorandums
of
baudie
houses
,
and
one
poore
peniworth
of
sugar-candie
to
make
thee
long
winded
,
if
thy
pocket
were
inricht
with
any
other
iniuries
but
these
;
I
am
a
villain
,
and
yet
you
will
stand
to
it
,
you
will
not
pocket
vp
wrong
,
art
thou
not
ashamed
?
Fal.
Doest
thou
heare
Hall
,
thou
knowest
in
the
state
of
innocencie
Adam
fell
,
&
what
should
poore
iacke
Falstalfe
do
in
the
daies
of
villanie
?
thou
seest
I
haue
more
flesh
then
another
man
,
&
therfore
more
frailty
.
You
confesse
then
you
pickt
my
pocket
.
Prin.
It
appeares
so
by
the
storie
.
Fal.
Hostesse
,
I
forgiue
thee
,
go
make
ready
breakfast
,
loue
thy
husband
,
looke
to
thy
seruaunts
,
cherish
thy
ghesse
,
thou
shalt
find
me
tractable
to
any
honest
reason
,
thou
seest
I
am
pacified
still
,
nay
preethe
be
gone
.
Exit
Hostesse
Now
Hal
,
to
the
newes
at
court
for
the
robbery
lad
,
how
is
that
answered
?
Prin.
O
my
sweet
beoffe
,
I
must
still
bee
good
angel
to
thee
,
the
mony
is
paid
backe
againe
.
Fal.
O
I
do
not
like
that
paying
backe
,
t
is
a
double
labor
.
Prin.
I
am
good
friends
with
my
father
and
may
do
any
thing
Fal.
Rob
me
the
exchequer
the
first
thing
thou
doest
,
and
doe
it
with
vnwasht
hands
too
.
Bar.
Do
my
Lord
.
Prin
I
haue
procured
thee
Iacke
a
charge
of
foot
.
Fal.
I
would
it
had
been
of
horse
.
Where
shall
I
finde
one
that
can
steale
well
.
O
for
a
fine
thiefe
of
the
age
of
xxii
.
or
thereabouts
:
I
am
hainously
vnprouided
.
Well
,
God
be
thanked
for
these
rebels
,
they
offende
none
but
the
vertuous
;
I
laude
them
,
I
praise
them
.
Prin.
Bardoll
.
Bar.
My
Lord
.
Prin.
Go
beare
this
letter
to
Lord
Iohn
of
Lancaster
,
To
my
brother
Iohn
,
this
to
my
lord
of
Westmerland
.
Go
Peto
to
horse
,
to
horse
,
for
thou
and
I
Haue
thirty
miles
to
ride
yet
ere
dinner
time
,
Iacke
,
Meete
me
to
morrow
in
the
temple
haule
At
two
of
clocke
in
the
afternoone
,
There
shalt
thou
know
thy
charge
,
and
there
receiue
Money
and
order
for
their
furniture
,
The
land
is
burning
,
Percy
stands
on
high
,
And
either
we
or
they
must
lower
lie
.
Fal.
Rare
words
,
braue
world
hostesse
,
my
breakfast
come
,
Oh
I
could
wish
this
tauerne
were
my
drum
.
Per.
Wel
said
my
noble
Scot
,
if
speaking
truth
In
this
fine
age
were
not
thought
flattery
,
Such
attribution
should
the
Douglas
haue
,
As
not
a
souldior
of
this
seasons
stampe
,
Should
go
so
generall
currant
through
the
world
By
God
,
I
cannot
flatter
,
I
do
defie
The
tongues
of
soothers
,
but
a
brauer
place
In
my
harts
loue
hath
no
man
then
your selfe
,
Nay
taske
me
to
my
word
,
approue
me
Lord
.
Doug.
Thou
art
the
King
of
honor
,
No
man
so
potent
breaths
vpon
the
ground
,
But
I
will
beard
him
.
Enter
one
with
letters
.
Per.
Do
so
,
and
t
is
wel
.
What
letters
hast
thou
there
?
I
can
but
thanke
you
.
Mes.
These
letters
come
from
your
father
.
Per.
Letters
from
him
,
why
comes
he
not
himselfe
?
Mes.
He
cannot
come
my
lord
,
he
is
grieuous
sicke
.
Per.
Zounds
,
how
has
he
the
leisure
to
be
sicke
In
such
a
iustling
time
,
who
leads
his
power
?
Vnder
whose
gouernment
come
they
along
?
Mes.
His
letters
beares
his
mind
,
not
I
my
mind
.
Wor.
I
preethe
tel
me
,
doth
he
keepe
his
bed
?
Mes.
He
did
my
Lord
,
foure
daies
ere
I
set
forth
,
And
at
the
time
of
my
departure
thence
,
He
was
much
fearde
by
his
Phisitions
.
Wor.
I
would
the
state
of
time
had
first
been
whole
,
Eare
he
by
sicknesse
had
bin
visited
,
His
health
was
neuer
better
worth
then
now
.
Per.
Sicke
now
,
droupe
now
,
this
sicknes
doth
infect
The
very
life
bloud
of
our
enterprise
,
T
is
catching
hither
euen
to
our
campe
,
He
writes
me
here
that
inward
sicknesse
,
And
that
his
friends
by
deputation
Could
not
so
soone
be
drawn
,
nor
did
he
thinke
it
meet
To
lay
so
dangerous
and
deare
a
trust
On
any
soule
remoou'd
but
on
his
own
,
Yet
doth
he
giue
vs
bold
aduertisement
,
That
with
our
small
coniunction
we
should
on
,
To
see
how
fortune
is
disposd
to
vs
,
For
as
he
writes
there
is
no
quailing
now
,
Because
the
king
is
certainly
possest
Of
al
our
purposes
,
what
say
you
to
it
?
Wor.
Your
fathers
sicknesse
is
a
maime
to
vs
.
Per.
A
perillous
gash
,
a
very
limbe
lopt
off
,
And
yet
in
faith
it
is
not
,
his
present
want
Seemes
more
then
we
shal
find
it
:
were
it
good
To
set
the
exact
wealth
of
al
our
states
Al
at
one
cast
?
to
set
so
rich
a
maine
On
the
nice
hazard
of
one
doubtfull
houre
?
It
were
not
good
for
therein
should
we
read
The
very
bottome
and
the
soule
of
hope
,
The
very
list
,
the
very
vtmost
bound
Of
all
our
fortunes
.
Doug.
Faith
,
and
so
we
should
,
Where
now
remaines
a
sweet
reuersion
,
We
may
boldly
spend
vpon
the
hope
of
what
t
is
to
come
in
,
A
comfort
of
retirement
liues
in
this
.
Per.
A
randeuous
,
a
home
to
flie
vnto
If
that
the
Diuel
and
mischance
looke
big
Vpon
the
maidenhead
of
our
affaires
.
Wor.
But
yet
I
would
your
father
had
bin
heere
:
The
quality
and
haire
of
our
attempt
Brookes
no
deuision
,
it
will
be
thought
By
some
that
know
not
why
he
is
away
,
That
wisedome
,
loialty
,
and
meere
dislike
Of
our
proceedings
kept
the
Earle
from
hence
,
And
thinke
how
such
an
apprehension
May
turne
the
tide
of
fearfull
faction
,
And
breed
a
kind
of
question
in
our
cause●
For
wel
you
know
we
of
the
offring
side
Must
keepe
aloofe
from
strict
arbitrement
,
And
stop
al
sight-holes
euery
loope
from
whence
The
eie
of
reason
may
prie
in
vpon
vs
,
This
absence
of
your
fathers
drawes
a
curtain
That
shewes
the
ignorant
a
kind
of
feare
Before
not
dreamt
of
.
Per.
You
straine
too
far
.
I
rather
of
his
absence
make
this
vse
,
It
lends
a
lustre
and
more
great
opinion
,
A
larger
dare
to
our
great
enterprise
Then
if
the
Earle
were
here
,
for
men
must
thinke
If
we
without
his
helpe
can
make
a
head
To
push
against
a
kingdome
,
with
his
helpe
We
shal
oreturne
it
top●ie
tur●y
down
,
Yet
all
goes
well
,
yet
all
our
ioints
are
whole
.
Doug.
As
hart
can
thinke
,
there
is
not
such
a
word
Spoke
of
in
Scotland
as
this
tearme
of
feare
,
Enter
sir
Ri
:
Vernon
.
Per.
My
coosen
Vernon
,
welcom
by
my
soule
.
Ver.
Pray
God
my
newes
be
worth
a
welcome
lord
,
The
Earle
of
Westmerland
seuen
thousand
strong
Is
marching
hetherwards
,
with
him
prince
Iohn
.
Per.
No
harme
,
what
more
?
Ver.
And
further
I
haue
learnd
,
The
King
himselfe
in
person
is
set
forth
,
Or
hetherwards
intended
speedily
With
strong
and
mighty
preparation
.
Hot.
He
shal
be
welcome
too
:
where
is
his
sonne
?
The
nimble
footed
madcap
prince
of
Wales
,
And
his
Cumrades
that
da●t
the
world
aside
And
bid
it
passe
?
Ver.
All
furnisht
al
in
Armes
:
All
plumde
like
Estridges
that
with
the
wind
Baited
like
Eagles
hauing
lately
bathd
,
Glittering
in
golden
coates
like
images
,
As
ful
of
spirit
as
the
month
of
May
,
And
gorgeous
as
the
sunne
at
Midsomer
:
Wanton
as
youthful
goates
,
wild
as
young
buls
,
I
saw
yong
Harry
with
his
beuer
on
,
His
cushes
on
his
thighs
gallantly
armde
,
Rise
from
the
ground
like
feathered
Mercury
,
And
vaulted
with
such
ease
into
his
seat
,
As
if
an
Angel
drop
down
from
the
clouds
,
To
turne
and
wind
a
fiery
Pegasus
,
And
witch
the
world
with
noble
horsemanship
.
Hot.
No
more
,
no
more
,
worse
then
the
sun
in
March
,
This
praise
doth
nourish
agues
,
let
them
come
,
They
come
like
sacrifices
in
their
trim
,
And
to
the
fire-eyd
maide
of
smoky
war
,
Al
hot
and
bleeding
will
we
offer
them
,
The
mailed
Mars
shal
on
his
altars
sit
Vp
to
the
eares
in
bloud
.
I
am
on
fire
To
heare
this
rich
reprizal
is
so
nigh
,
And
yet
not
ours
:
Come
let
me
tast
my
horse
,
Who
is
to
beare
me
like
a
thunderbolt
,
Against
the
bosome
of
the
Prince
of
Wales
,
Harry
to
Harry
shal
hot
horse
to
horse
,
Meete
and
neare
part
til
one
drop
down
a
coarse
,
Oh
that
Glendower
were
come
.
Ver.
There
is
more
newes
,
I
learnd
in
Worcester
as
I
rode
along
,
He
can
draw
his
power
this
fourteene
daies
.
Doug.
That
s
the
worst
tidings
that
I
heare
of
it
.
Wor.
I
by
my
faith
,
that
beares
a
frosty
sound
.
Hot.
What
may
the
kings
whole
battel
reach
vnto
?
Ver.
To
thirty
thousand
.
Hot.
Forty
let
it
be
,
My
father
and
Glendower
being
both
away
,
The
powers
of
vs
may
serue
so
great
a
day
,
Come
let
vs
take
a
muster
speedily
,
Doomes
day
is
neare
,
die
all
,
die
merely
.
Doug.
Talke
not
of
dying
,
I
am
out
of
feare
Of
death
or
deaths
hand
for
this
one
halfe
yeare
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Falstalffe
,
Bardoll
.
Falst.
Bardol
get
thee
before
to
Couentry
,
fill
me
a
bottle
of
Sacke
,
our
souldiors
shall
march
through
.
Wee
le
to
Sutton
cophill
to
night
.
Bar.
Will
you
giue
me
money
captaine
?
Fal.
Lay
out
,
lay
out
.
Bar.
This
bottell
makes
an
angel
.
Fal.
And
if
it
do
,
take
it
for
thy
labour
,
and
if
it
make
twenty
take
them
all
,
i
le
answere
the
coynage
,
bid
my
Liuetenant
Peto
meet
me
at
townes
end
▪
Bar.
I
will
captaine
,
farewell
.
Exit
Fal.
If
I
be
not
ashamed
of
my
soldiours
,
I
am
a
souct
gurnet
,
I
haue
misused
the
kinges
presse
damnablie
.
I
haue
got
in
exchange
of
150.
soldiours
300.
and
odde
poundes
.
I
presse
me
none
but
good
houshoulders
,
Yeomans
sonnes
,
inquire
me
out
contracted
batchelers
,
such
as
had
been
askt
twice
on
the
banes
,
such
a
commodity
of
warme
slaues
,
as
bad
as
lieue
heare
the
Diuell
as
a
drumme
,
such
as
feare
the
report
of
a
Caliuer
,
worse
then
a
strucke
foule
,
or
a
hurt
wild
ducke
:
I
prest
mee
none
but
such
tostes
and
butter
with
hearts
in
their
bellies
no
bigger
then
pinnes
heades
,
and
they
haue
bought
out
their
seruices
,
and
now
my
whole
charge
consists
of
Ancients
,
Corporals
,
Lieutenants
,
gentlemen
of
companies
:
slaues
as
ragged
as
Lazarus
in
the
painted
cloth
,
where
the
gluttons
dogs
licked
his
sores
,
and
such
as
indeed
were
neuer
souldiours
,
but
discarded
,
vniust
seruingmen
,
yonger
sonnes
to
yonger
brothers
,
reuolted
tapsters
,
and
Ostlers
,
tradefalne
,
the
cankers
of
a
calme
world
,
and
a
long
peace
,
ten
times
more
dishonourable
ragged
then
an
olde
fazd
ancient
,
and
such
haue
I
to
fill
vp
the
roomes
of
them
as
haue
bought
out
their
seruices
,
that
you
woulde
thinke
that
I
had
a
hundred
and
fiftie
tottered
prodigals
,
latelie
come
from
swine
keeping
,
from
eating
draffe
and
husks
.
A
mad
fellowe
met
mee
on
the
way
,
and
tolde
mee
I
had
vnloaded
all
the
Gibbets
,
and
prest
the
dead
bodies
.
No
eye
hath
seene
such
skarcrowes
.
I
le
not
march
through
Couentry
with
them
,
that
s
flat
:
nay
,
and
the
villains
march
wide
betwixt
the
legs
as
if
they
had
giues
on
,
for
indeede
I
had
the
most
of
them
out
of
prison
,
there
s
not
a
shert
and
a
halfe
in
all
my
companie
,
and
the
halfe
shert
is
two
napkins
tackt
togither
,
and
throwne
ouer
the
shoulders
like
a
Heralds
coate
without
sleeues
,
and
the
shert
to
say
the
trueth
stolne
from
my
host
at
S.
Albones
,
or
the
red-nose
Inkeeper
of
Dauintry
,
but
that
s
all
one
,
thei
le
find
linnen
inough
on
euerie
hedge
.
Enter
the
Prince
,
Lord
of
Westmerland
.
Prin.
How
now
blowne
racke
?
how
now
quilt
?
Fal.
What
Hal
,
how
now
mad
wag
?
what
a
diuel
dost
thou
in
Warwickshire
?
My
good
Lo.
of
Westmerland
,
I
cry
you
mercy
,
I
thought
your
honour
had
alreadie
bin
at
shrewesburie
.
West
.
Faith
sir
Iohn
t
is
more
then
time
that
I
were
there
,
and
you
too
,
but
my
powers
are
there
already
,
the
king
I
can
tel
you
lookes
for
vs
all
,
we
must
away
all
night
.
Falst.
Tut
neuer
feare
mee
,
I
am
as
vigilant
as
a
Cat
to
steale
Creame
.
Prin.
I
thinke
to
steale
Creame
indeed
,
for
thy
theft
hath
alreadie
made
thee
butter
,
but
tell
me
iacke
,
whose
fellowes
are
these
that
come
after
?
Falst.
Mine
Hall
,
mine
.
Prince
.
I
did
neuer
see
such
pitifull
rascals
.
Falst.
Tut
,
tut
,
good
inongh
to
tosse
,
foode
for
powder
,
foode
for
powder
,
thei
le
fill
a
pit
as
well
as
better
;
rush
man
,
mortall
men
,
mortal
men
.
West
.
I
but
sir
Iohn
,
me
thinkes
they
are
exceeding
poore
and
bare
,
too
beggerly
.
Falst.
Faith
for
their
pouerty
I
know
not
where
they
had
that
,
and
for
their
barenesse
I
am
sure
they
neuer
learnd
that
of
me
.
Prin.
No
i
le
be
sworne
,
vnlesse
you
call
three
fingers
in
the
ribs
bare
,
but
sirrha
make
haste
,
Percy
is
already
in
the
field
.
Exit
.
Fal.
What
is
the
king
incampt
?
West
.
He
is
sir
Iohn
,
I
feare
we
shal
stay
too
long
.
Fal.
Wel
,
to
the
latter
end
of
a
fray
,
and
the
beginning
of
a
feast
fits
a
dul
fighter
and
a
kene
guest
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Hotspur
,
Worcester
,
Doug
:
Vernon
.
Hot.
Wee
le
fight
with
him
to
night
.
Wor.
It
may
not
be
.
Doug.
You
giue
him
then
aduantage
.
Ver.
Not
a
whit
.
Hot.
Why
say
you
so
,
lookes
he
not
for
supply
?
Ver.
So
do
we
.
Hot.
His
is
certaine
,
ours
is
doubtful
.
Wor.
Good
coosen
be
aduisd
,
stir
not
to
night
.
Ver.
Do
not
my
Lord
.
Doug.
You
do
not
counsel
wel
,
You
speake
it
out
of
feare
,
and
cold
hart
.
Ver.
Do
me
no
slander
Douglas
,
by
my
life
,
And
I
dare
well
maintaine
it
with
my
life
,
If
well
respected
honor
bid
me
on
,
I
hould
as
little
counsell
with
weake
feare
,
As
you
my
Lord
,
or
any
Scot
that
this
day
liues
,
Let
it
be
seene
to
morrow
in
the
battell
which
of
vs
feares
:
Doug.
Yea
or
to
night
.
Ver.
Content
.
Hot.
To
night
say
I.
Ver.
Come
,
come
,
it
may
not
be
.
I
wonder
much
being
men
of
such
great
leading
as
you
are
,
That
you
foresee
not
what
impediments
Drag
backe
our
expedition
,
certaine
horse
Of
my
coosen
Vernons
are
not
yet
come
vp
,
Your
Vncle
Worcesters
horses
came
but
to
day
,
And
now
their
pride
and
mettall
is
a
sleepe
,
Their
courage
with
hard
labour
tame
and
dull
,
That
not
a
horse
is
halfe
the
halfe
of
himselfe
.
Hot.
So
are
the
horses
of
the
enemie
In
generall
iourney
bated
and
brought
low
,
The
better
part
of
ours
are
full
of
rest
.
Wor.
The
number
of
the
King
exceedeth
our
,
For
Gods
sake
coosen
stay
till
all
come
in
.
The
trumpet
sounds
a
parley
.
Enter
sir
Walter
Blunt
.
Blunt
.
I
come
with
gracious
offers
from
the
king
,
If
you
vouchsafe
me
hearing
,
and
respect
.
Hot.
Welcome
sir
Walter
Blunt
:
and
would
to
God
You
were
of
our
determination
,
Some
of
vs
loue
you
well
,
and
euen
those
some
Enuy
your
great
deseruings
and
good
name
,
Because
you
are
not
of
our
qualitie
,
But
stand
against
vs
like
an
enemie
.
Blunt
.
And
God
defend
but
still
I
should
stand
so
,
So
long
as
out
of
limit
and
true
rule
You
stand
against
annointed
Maiestie
.
But
to
my
charge
.
The
king
hath
sent
to
know
The
nature
of
your
griefes
and
whereupon
You
coniure
from
the
breast
of
ciuill
peace
Such
bold
hostilitie
:
teaching
his
dutious
land
Audacious
crueltie
.
If
that
the
king
Haue
any
way
your
good
deserts
forgot
Which
he
confesseth
to
be
manifold
,
He
bids
you
name
your
griefes
,
and
with
all
speede
,
You
shall
haue
your
desires
with
interest
And
pardon
absolute
for
your selfe
,
and
these
Herein
misled
by
your
suggestion
.
Hot.
The
king
is
kind
,
and
well
we
know
the
king
Knowes
at
what
time
to
promise
,
when
to
pay
:
My
father
,
and
my
vncle
and
my selfe
,
Did
giue
him
that
same
royaltie
he
weares
,
And
when
he
was
not
sixe
and
twentie
strong
,
Sicke
in
the
worlds
regard
:
wretched
and
low
A
poore
〈◊〉
outlaw
●●eaking
home
,
My
father
gaue
him
welcome
to
the
shore
:
And
when
he
heard
him
sweare
and
vow
to
God
,
He
came
but
to
be
Duke
of
Lancaster
,
To
sue
his
liuery
,
and
beg
his
peace
With
teares
of
innocencie
,
and
tearmes
of
zeale
,
My
father
in
kinde
heart
and
pitie
mou'd
,
Swore
him
assistance
,
and
performd
it
too
.
Now
when
the
Lords
and
Barons
of
the
realme
,
Perceiu'd
Northumberland
did
leane
to
him
,
The
more
and
lesse
came
in
with
cap
and
knee
,
Met
him
in
Borroughs
,
Cities
,
Villages
,
Attended
him
on
bridges
,
stoode
in
lanes
,
Laid
gifts
before
him
,
profferd
him
their
oathes
,
Gaue
him
their
heires
,
as
Pages
followed
him
,
Euen
at
the
heeles
,
in
golden
multitudes
,
He
presently
,
as
greatnesse
knowes
it selfe
,
Steps
me
a
little
higher
then
his
vow
Made
to
my
father
while
his
blood
was
poore
Vpon
the
naked
shore
at
Rauenspurgh
,
And
now
forsooth
takes
on
him
to
reforme
Some
certaine
edicts
,
and
some
streight
decrees
,
That
lie
too
heauie
on
the
Common-wealth
,
Cries
out
vpon
abuses
,
seemes
to
weepe
Ouer
his
Countrey
wrongs
,
and
by
this
face
This
seeming
brow
of
iustice
did
he
winne
The
hearts
of
all
that
he
did
angle
for
:
Proceeded
further
,
cut
me
off
the
heads
Of
all
the
fauourits
that
the
absent
king
In
deputation
left
behind
him
here
,
When
he
was
personall
in
the
Irish
warre
.
Blunt
.
Tut
,
I
came
not
to
heare
this
.
Hot.
Then
to
the
poynt
.
In
short
time
after
he
deposd
the
king
,
Soone
after
that
depriu'd
him
of
his
life
,
And
in
the
necke
of
that
taskt
the
whole
state
,
To
make
that
woorse
,
suffred
his
kinsman
March
(
Who
is
if
euerie
owner
were
well
plac'd
Indeed
his
king
)
to
be
ingagde
in
Wales
,
There
without
raunsom●
to
lie
forfeited
,
Disgrac't
me
in
my
happy
victories
,
Sought
to
intrap
me
by
intelligence
,
Rated
mine
vnkle
from
the
counsell
boord
,
In
rage
dismisd
my
father
from
the
Court
,
Broke
oath
on
oath
,
committed
wrong
on
wrong
,
And
in
conclusion
droue
vs
to
seeke
out
This
head
of
safetie
,
and
withall
to
prie
Into
his
title
,
the
which
we
find
Too
indirect
for
long
continuance
.
Blunt
.
Shall
I
returne
this
answere
to
the
king
?
Hot
.
Not
so
sit
Walter
.
Wee
le
withdraw
a
while
.
Go
to
the
king
,
and
let
there
be
impawnde
Some
surety
for
a
safe
returne
againe
,
And
in
the
morning
early
shal
mine
vnkle
Bring
him
our
purposes
,
and
so
farewell
.
Blunt
.
I
would
you
would
accept
of
grace
and
loue
.
Hot.
And
may
be
so
we
shall
.
Blunt
.
Pray
God
you
do
.
Enter
Archbishop
of
Yorke
sir
Mighell
.
Arch.
Hie
good
sir
Mighell
,
beare
this
sealed
briefe
With
winged
haste
to
the
Lord
Marshall
,
This
to
my
coosen
Scroope
,
and
all
the
rest
To
whom
they
are
directed
.
If
you
knew
How
much
they
do
import
you
would
make
hafte
.
Sir
M.
My
good
Lord
I
gesse
their
tenor
.
Arch.
Like
enough
you
do
.
To
morrow
good
sir
Mighell
is
a
day
,
Wherein
the
fortune
of
ten
thousand
men
Must
bide
the
touch
.
For
sir
at
Shrewsbury
As
I
am
truly
giuen
to
vnderstand
,
The
king
with
mighty
and
quicke
raised
power
Meetes
with
Lord
Harry
And
I
feare
sir
Mighell
What
with
the
sicknesse
of
Northumberland
,
Whose
power
was
in
the
first
proportion
,
And
what
with
Owen
Glendowers
absence
thence
,
Who
with
them
was
a
rated
sinew
too
.
And
comes
not
in
ouerrulde
by
prophecies
,
I
feare
the
power
of
Percy
is
too
weake
To
wage
an
instant
triall
with
the
king
.
Sir
M.
Why
my
good
Lord
,
you
need
not
feare
,
There
is
Douglas
,
and
Lord
Mortimer
.
Arch.
No
,
Mortimer
is
not
there
.
Sir
M.
But
there
is
Mordake
,
Vernon
,
Lord
Harry
Percy
.
And
there
is
my
Lord
of
Worcester
and
a
head
Of
gallant
warriours
,
noble
gentlemen
.
Arch
And
so
there
is
:
but
yet
the
king
hath
drawn
The
speciall
head
of
all
the
land
togither
,
The
Prince
of
Wales
,
Lord
Iohn
of
Lancaster
,
The
noble
Westmerland
,
and
warlike
Blunt
,
And
many
mo
coriuals
and
deare
men
Of
estimation
and
command
in
armes
.
Sir
M.
Doubt
not
my
Lo:
they
shal
be
wel
oppos'd
.
Arch.
I
hope
no
lesse
;
yet
needfull
t
is
to
feare
,
And
to
preuent
the
worst
,
sir
Mighell
speed
:
For
if
Lord
Percy
thriue
not
ere
the
king
Dismisse
his
power
,
he
meanes
to
visit
vs
,
For
he
hath
heard
of
our
confederacy
,
And
t
is
but
wisedome
to
make
strong
against
him
,
Therefore
make
haste
,
I
must
go
write
againe
To
other
friends
and
so
farewell
sir
Mighel
.
Exeunt
Enter
the
King
,
Prince
of
Wales
,
Lord
Iohn
of
Lancaster
,
Earle
of
Westmerland
sir
Walter
Blunt
,
Falstalffe
.
King
How
bloudily
the
sunne
begins
to
peare
Aboue
you
bu●ky
hill
,
the
day
lookes
pale
At
his
distemprature
.
Prin.
The
Southren
winde
Doth
play
the
trumpet
to
his
purposes
,
And
by
his
hollow
whistling
in
the
leaues
Foretels
a
tempest
and
a
blustring
day
.
Kin.
Then
with
the
loosers
let
it
simpathize
,
For
nothing
can
seeme
foule
to
those
that
winne
.
The
trumpet
sounds
.
Enter
Worcester
King
.
How
now
my
Lord
of
Worcester
,
t
is
not
wel
,
That
you
and
I
should
meet
vpon
such
tearmes
As
now
we
meete
.
You
haue
deceiu'd
our
trust
,
And
made
vs
doffe
our
easie
roabes
of
peace
,
To
crush
our
old
limbs
in
vngentle
steele
,
This
is
not
well
my
Lord
,
this
is
not
well
.
What
say
you
to
it
?
will
you
againe
vnknit
This
churlish
knot
of
all
abhorred
war
?
And
moue
in
that
obedient
orbe
againe
,
Where
you
did
giue
a
faire
and
naturall
light
,
And
be
no
more
an
exhalde
meteor
,
A
prodigie
of
feare
,
and
a
portent
Of
broched
mischiefe
to
the
vnborne
times
.
Worst
.
Heare
me
my
liege
:
For
mine
own
part
I
could
be
well
content
,
To
entertaine
the
lag
end
of
my
life
With
quiet
houres
.
For
I
protest
I
haue
not
sought
the
day
of
this
dislike
.
King
.
You
haue
not
sought
it
,
how
comes
it
then
?
Fal.
Rebellion
lay
in
his
way
,
and
he
found
it
.
Prin.
Peace
chewet
,
peace
.
Wor.
It
pleasd
your
maiesty
to
turne
your
lookes
Of
fauor
from
my selfe
,
and
all
our
house
,
And
yet
I
must
remember
you
my
Lord
,
We
were
the
first
and
dearest
of
your
friends
,
For
you
my
staffe
of
office
did
I
breake
In
Richards
time
,
and
posted
day
and
night
To
meet
you
on
the
way
,
and
kisse
your
hand
,
When
yet
you
were
in
place
,
and
in
account
Nothing
so
strong
and
fortunate
as
I.
It
was
my selfe
,
my
brother
and
his
sonne
,
That
brought
you
home
and
boldly
did
outdare
The
dangers
of
the
time
.
You
swore
to
vs
,
And
you
did
sware
that
oath
at
Dancaster
,
That
you
did
nothing
purpose
gainst
the
state
,
Nor
clame
no
further
then
your
new
falne
right
,
The
seat
of
Gaunt
,
Dukedom
of
Lancaster
:
To
this
we
swore
our
aide
:
but
in
short
space
It
rainde
downe
fortune
showring
on
your
head
,
And
such
a
floud
of
greatnesse
fell
on
you
,
What
with
our
helpe
,
what
with
the
absent
king
,
What
with
the
iniuries
of
a
wanton
time
,
The
seeming
sufferances
that
you
had
borne
,
And
the
contrarious
winds
that
held
the
king
So
long
in
his
vnlucky
Irish
wars
,
That
all
in
England
did
repute
him
dead
:
And
from
this
swarme
of
faire
aduantages
,
You
tooke
occasion
to
be
quickly
wooed
To
gripe
the
general
sway
into
your
hand
,
Forgot
your
oath
to
vs
at
Dancaster
,
And
being
fed
by
vs
,
you
vsd
vs
so
As
that
vngentle
gull
the
Cuckoes
bird
Vseth
the
sparrow
,
did
oppresse
our
neast
,
Grew
by
our
feeding
to
so
great
a
bulke
,
That
euen
our
loue
durst
not
come
neare
your
sight
,
For
feare
of
swallowing
:
but
with
nimble
wing
We
were
inforst
for
safety
sake
to
flie
Out
of
your
sight
,
and
raise
this
present
head
,
Whereby
we
stand
opposed
by
such
meanes
,
As
you
your selfe
haue
forgde
against
your selfe
By
vnkind
vsage
,
daungerous
countenance
,
And
violation
of
all
faith
and
troth
,
Sworne
to
vs
in
your
yonger
enterprize
.
King
.
These
things
indeed
you
haue
articulate
,
Proclaimd
at
market
Crosses
,
read
in
Churches
,
To
face
the
garment
of
rebellion
With
some
fine
colour
that
may
please
the
eye
Of
fickle
changlings
and
poore
discontents
,
Which
gape
and
rub
the
elbow
at
the
newes
Of
innouation
,
And
neuer
yet
did
insurrection
want
Such
water
colors
to
impaint
his
cause
Nor
moody
beggars
staruing
for
a
time
,
Of
pell mel
h●uocke
and
c●nfusion
.
Prin.
In
both
your
armies
there
is
many
a
soule
,
Shall
pay
full
dearely
for
this
incounter
If
once
they
ioine
in
trial
,
tell
your
nephew
The
prince
of
Wales
doth
ioine
with
all
the
world
In
praise
of
Henrie
Percy
,
by
my
hopes
This
present
enterprise
set
of
his
head
,
I
do
not
thinke
a
brauer
Gentleman
,
More
actiue
,
valiant
,
or
more
valiant
yong
,
More
daring
,
or
more
bold
is
now
aliue
To
grace
this
latter
age
with
noble
deedes
,
For
my
part
I
may
speake
it
to
my
shame
,
I
haue
a
truant
beene
to
Chiualrie
,
And
so
I
heare
he
doth
account
me
too
;
Yet
this
before
my
fathers
maiestie
,
I
am
content
that
he
shall
take
the
oddes
Of
his
great
name
and
estimation
,
And
will
to
saue
the
blood
on
either
side
Trie
fortune
with
him
in
a
single
fight
.
King
.
And
prince
of
Wales
,
so
dare
we
venture
thee
,
Albeit
,
considerations
infinite
Do
make
against
it
:
no
good
Worcester
no
,
We
loue
our
people
well
,
euen
those
we
loue
That
are
misled
vpon
your
coosens
part
,
And
will
they
take
the
offer
of
our
grace
,
Both
he
,
and
they
,
and
you
,
yea
euery
man
Shall
be
my
friend
againe
,
and
i
le
be
his
,
So
tell
your
coosen
,
and
bring
me
word
What
he
will
do
.
But
if
he
will
not
yeeld
,
Rebuke
and
dread
correction
waight
on
vs
,
And
they
shall
do
their
office
.
So
be
gone
:
We
will
not
now
be
troubled
with
replie
,
We
offer
faire
,
take
it
aduisedly
.
Exit
Worcester
.
Prin.
It
will
not
be
accepted
on
my
life
,
The
Dowglas
and
the
Hotspur
both
togither
,
Are
confident
against
the
world
in
armes
.
King
.
Hence
therefore
,
euery
leader
to
his
charge
,
For
on
their
answere
will
we
set
on
them
,
And
God
befriend
vs
as
our
cause
is
iust
.
Exeunt
:
manent
.
Falst
Hal
,
if
thou
see
me
downe
in
the
battel
Prince
,
Falst.
And
bestride
me
,
so
,
t
is
a
poynt
of
friendship
.
Prin
Nothing
but
a
Colossus
can
do
thee
that
friendship
,
Say
thy
prayers
,
and
farewell
.
●a●
.
I
would
t
were
bed
time
Hal
,
and
all
well
.
Prin.
Why
,
thou
owest
God
a
death
.
Falst.
T
is
not
due
yet
,
I
would
be
loath
to
pay
him
before
his
day
,
what
need
I
be
so
forwarde
with
him
that
cals
not
on
mee
?
Well
,
t
is
no
matter
,
honor
prickes
me
on
yea
,
but
how
if
honor
pricke
me
off
when
I
come
on
?
how
then
can
honor
set
to
a
leg
?
no
,
or
an
arme
?
no
,
or
take
away
the
griefe
of
a
wound
?
no
,
honor
hath
no
skil
in
surgerie
then
?
no
,
what
is
honor
?
a
word
,
what
is
in
that
word
honor
?
what
is
that
honour
?
aire
,
a
trim
reckoning
.
Who
hath
it
?
he
that
died
a
Wednesday
,
doth
he
feele
it
?
no
,
doth
he
heare
it
?
no
,
t
is
insensible
them
?
yea
,
to
the
dead
,
but
wil
not
liue
with
the
liuing
;
no
,
why
?
detraction
will
not
suffer
it
,
therefore
i
le
none
of
it
,
honor
is
a
meere
skutchion
,
and
so
ends
my
Catechisme
.
Exit
.
Enter
Worcester
,
sir
Richard
Vernon
.
Wor.
O
no
,
my
nephew
must
not
know
sir
Richard
,
The
liberal
and
kind
offer
of
the
king
.
Ver.
T
were
best
he
did
.
Wor.
Then
are
we
all
vnder
one
.
It
is
not
possible
,
it
cannot
be
The
king
should
keepe
his
word
in
louing
vs
,
He
will
suspect
vs
still
,
and
find
a
time
To
punish
this
offence
in
other
faults
,
Supposition
al
our
liues
shall
be
stucke
full
of
eyes
,
For
treason
is
but
trusted
like
the
Foxe
,
Who
neuer
so
tame
,
so
cherisht
and
lockt
vp
,
Will
haue
a
wilde
tricke
of
his
ancesters
,
Looke
how
we
can
,
or
sad
or
merely
,
Interpretation
will
misquote
our
lookes
,
And
we
shall
feed
like
oxen
at
a
stall
,
The
better
cherisht
still
the
nearer
death
,
My
nephewes
trespasse
may
be
well
forgot
,
It
hath
the
excuse
of
youth
and
heat
of
blood
,
And
an
adopted
name
of
priueledge
,
A
hair-braind
Hotspur
gouernd
by
a
spleene
,
All
his
offences
liue
vpon
my
head
And
o●
his
fathers
.
We
did
traine
him
on
,
And
his
corruption
being
tane
from
vs
,
We
as
the
spring
of
all
shall
pay
for
all
:
Therefore
good
coosen
,
let
not
Harry
know
In
any
case
the
offer
of
the
King
.
Enter
Percy
.
Ver.
Deliuer
what
you
will
,
i
le
say
t
is
so
.
Here
coms
your
coosen
.
Hot.
My
vncle
is
returnd
,
Deliuer
vp
my
Lord
of
Westmerland
,
Vncle
,
what
newes
?
Wor.
The
king
will
bid
you
battell
presently
.
Doug
Defie
him
by
the
Lord
of
Westmerland
.
Hot.
Lord
Douglas
go
you
and
tell
him
so
.
Doug.
Marry
and
shal
,
and
very
willingly
.
Exit
.
Dou.
Wor.
There
is
no
seeming
mercie
in
the
king
.
Hot.
Did
you
beg
any
?
God
forbid
.
Wor.
I
tolde
him
gently
of
our
greeuances
,
Of
his
oath
breaking
,
which
he
mended
thus
,
By
now
forsweari●g
that
he
is
forsworne
,
He
cals
vs
rebels
traitors
,
and
will
scourge
With
haughtie
armes
this
hatefull
name
in
vs
.
Enter
Douglas
.
Doug.
Arme
gentlemen
,
to
armes
,
for
I
haue
throwne
A
braue
defiance
in
king
Henries
teeth
,
And
Westmerland
that
was
ingag'd
did
beare
it
,
Which
cannot
chuse
but
bring
him
quickly
on
.
Wor.
The
Prince
of
Wales
stept
forth
before
the
king
,
And
nephew
,
chalengd
you
to
single
fight
.
Hot
.
O
would
the
quarrel
lay
vpon
our
heads
,
And
that
no
man
might
draw
short
breath
to
day
But
I
and
Harry
Monmouth
;
tell
me
tell
me
,
How
shewed
his
tasking
?
seemd
it
in
contempt
?
Ver.
No
,
by
my
soule
I
neuer
in
my
life
Did
heare
a
chalenge
vrgde
more
modestly
,
Vnlesse
a
brother
should
a
brother
dare
,
To
gentle
exercise
and
proofe
of
armes
.
He
gaue
you
all
the
duties
of
a
man
,
Trimd
vp
your
praises
with
a
Princely
tongue
,
Spoke
your
deseruings
like
a
Chronicle
,
Making
you
euer
better
then
his
praise
,
By
still
dispraising
praise
valued
with
you
,
And
which
became
him
like
a
prince
indeed
,
He
made
a
blushing
citall
of
himselfe
,
And
chid
his
truant
youth
with
such
a
grace
As
if
he
mastred
there
a
double
spirit
Of
teaching
and
of
learning
instantly
,
There
did
he
pause
,
but
let
me
tel
the
world
If
he
outliue
the
enuie
of
this
day
,
England
did
neuer
owe
so
sweete
a
hope
So
much
misconstrued
in
his
wantonnesse
.
Hotsp
Coosen
I
thinke
thou
art
enamored
On
his
follies
,
neuer
did
I
heare
Of
any
prince
so
wilde
a
libertie
,
But
be
he
as
he
will
,
yet
once
ere
night
I
will
imbrace
him
with
a
souldiours
arme
,
That
he
shall
shrinke
vnder
my
curtesie
,
Arme
,
arme
with
speed
,
and
fellowes
,
soldiors
,
friends
,
Better
consider
what
you
haue
to
do
Then
I
that
haue
not
wel
the
gift
of
tongue
Can
lift
your
blood
vp
with
perswasion
.
Enter
a
Messenger
.
Mes.
My
Lord
,
here
are
letters
for
you
.
Hot.
I
cannot
read
them
now
,
O
Gentlemen
the
time
of
life
is
short
,
To
spend
that
shortnes
basely
were
too
long
If
life
did
ride
vpon
a
dials
point
,
Still
ending
at
the
arriuall
of
an
houre
,
And
if
we
liue
we
liue
to
tread
on
kings
,
If
die
,
braue
death
when
princes
die
with
vs
,
Now
for
our
consciences
,
the
armes
are
faire
When
the
intent
of
bearing
them
is
iust
.
Enter
another
.
Mes.
My
Lord
prepare
,
the
king
comes
on
a
pace
.
Hot.
I
thanke
him
that
he
cuts
me
from
my
tale
,
For
I
professe
not
talking
onely
this
,
Let
each
man
do
his
best
,
and
here
draw
I
a
sword
,
Whose
temper
I
intend
to
staine
With
the
best
bloud
that
I
can
meet
withall
.
In
the
aduenture
of
this
perillous
day
,
Now
esperance
Percy
and
set
on
,
Sound
all
the
loftie
instruments
of
war
,
And
by
that
Musicke
let
vs
all
embrace
▪
For
heauen
to
earth
some
of
vs
neuer
shall
A
second
time
do
such
a
courtesie
.
Here
they
embrace
,
the
trumpets
sound
,
the
king
enters
with
his
power
,
alarme
to
the
battel
,
then
enter
Douglas
,
and
sir
Walter
Blunt
.
Blunt
.
What
is
thy
name
that
in
battell
thus
thou
crossest
me
,
What
honour
dost
thou
seeke
vpon
my
head
?
Doug.
Know
then
my
name
is
Douglas
,
And
I
do
haunt
thee
in
the
battell
thus
Because
some
tell
me
that
thou
art
a
king
.
Blunt
.
They
tell
thee
true
.
Doug.
The
Lord
of
Stafford
deare
to
day
hath
bought
Thy
likenesse
,
for
in
steed
of
thee
king
Harry
This
sword
hath
ended
him
,
so
shall
it
thee
Vnlesse
thou
yeeld
thee
as
my
prisoner
.
Blunt
.
I
was
not
borne
a
yeelder
thou
proud
Scot
,
And
thou
shalt
find
a
king
that
will
reuenge
Lord
Staffords
death
.
They
fight
,
Douglas
kils
Blunt
,
then
enter
Hotspur
.
Hot
O
Douglas
hadst
thou
fought
at
Holmedon
thus
I
neuer
had
triumpht
vpon
a
Scot.
Doug.
Al
s
done
,
als
won
here
,
breathles
lies
the
king
.
Hot.
Where
?
Doug.
Here.
Hot.
This
Douglas
?
no
,
I
know
this
face
full
well
,
A
gallant
knight
he
was
,
his
name
was
Blunt
,
Semblably
furnisht
like
the
king
himselfe
.
Doug.
Ah
foole
,
goe
with
thy
soule
whither
it
goes
,
A
borrowed
title
hast
thou
bought
too
deare
.
Why
didst
thou
tell
me
that
thou
wert
a
king
?
Hot.
The
king
hath
many
marching
in
his
coates
.
Doug.
Now
by
my
sword
I
will
kill
al
his
coates
.
I
le
murder
all
his
wardrop
,
peece
by
peece
Vntill
I
meete
the
king
.
Hot.
Vp
and
away
,
Our
souldiers
stand
full
fairely
for
the
day
.
Alarme
,
Enter
Falstalffe
solus
.
Falst.
Though
I
could
scape
shot-free
at
London
,
I
feare
the
shot
here
,
here
s
no
skoring
but
vpon
the
pate
.
Soft
,
who
are
you
?
sir
Walter
Blunt
,
there
s
honour
for
you
,
here
s
no
vanitie
,
I
am
as
hot
as
molten
lead
,
&
as
heauie
too
:
God
keepe
leade
out
of
me
,
I
need
no
more
weight
then
mine
owne
bowels
.
I
haue
led
my
rag
of
Muffins
where
they
are
pepperd
,
there
s
not
three
of
my
150.
left
aliue
,
and
they
are
for
the
townes
ende
,
to
beg
during
life
:
but
who
comes
here
?
Enter
the
Prince
.
Prin.
What
,
stands
thou
idle
here
?
lend
me
thy
sword
,
Many
a
noble
man
lies
starke
and
stiffe
,
Vnder
the
hoofes
of
vaunting
enemies
,
whose
deaths
are
yet
vnreuengd
,
I
preethe
lend
mee
thy
sword
.
Falst.
O
Hal
,
I
preethe
giue
me
leaue
to
breath
a
while
,
Turke
Gregorie
neuer
did
such
deeds
in
armes
as
I
haue
don
this
day
,
I
haue
paid
Percy
,
I
haue
made
him
sure
.
Prin.
He
is
indeed
,
and
liuing
to
kill
thee
:
I
preethe
lend
me
thy
sword
.
Fal.
Nay
before
God
Hal
,
if
Percy
be
aliue
thou
gets
not
my
sword
,
but
take
my
pistoll
if
thou
wilt
.
Prin.
Giue
it
me
,
what
?
is
it
in
the
case
?
Falst.
I
Hal
,
t
is
hot
,
t
is
hot
,
there
s
that
will
sacke
a
Citie
.
The
Prince
drawes
it
out
,
and
finds
it
to
be
a
bottle
of
Sacke
.
Prin.
What
is
it
a
time
to
iest
and
dally
now
?
He
throwes
the
bottle
at
him
.
Exit
.
Falst.
Well
if
Percy
be
aliue
,
i
le
pierce
him
;
if
hee
doe
come
in
my
way
so
,
if
he
doe
not
,
if
I
come
in
his
willingly
,
let
him
make
a
Carbonado
of
me
.
I
like
not
such
grinning
honour
as
sir
Walter
hath
▪
giue
me
life
,
which
if
I
can
saue
,
so
:
if
not
,
honor
comes
vnlookt
for
,
and
there
s
an
end
.
Alarme
excursions
.
Enter
the
King
,
the
Prince
,
Lord
Iohn
of
Lancaster
,
Earle
of
Westmerland
.
King
.
I
preethe
Harry
withdraw
thy selfe
,
thou
bleedest
too
much
,
Lord
Iohn
of
Lancaster
go
you
with
him
.
P.
Iohn
.
Not
I
my
Lord
,
vnlesse
I
did
bleed
too
.
Prin.
I
beseech
your
maiestie
make
vp
,
Least
your
retirement
do
amaze
your
friends
.
King
.
I
will
do
so
.
My
Lord
of
Westmerland
lead
him
to
his
tent
.
West
.
Come
my
Lord
,
i
le
lead
you
to
your
tent
.
Prin.
Lead
me
my
Lord
?
I
do
not
need
your
helpe
,
And
God
forbid
a
shallow
scratch
should
driue
The
Prince
of
Wales
from
such
a
field
as
this
,
Where
staind
nobilitie
lies
troden
on
,
And
rebels
armes
triumphe
in
massacres
.
Ioh.
We
breath
too
long
,
come
coosen
Westmerland
Our
dutie
this
way
lies
:
For
Gods
sake
come
.
Prin.
By
God
thou
hast
deceiu'd
me
Lancaster
,
I
did
not
thinke
thee
Lord
of
such
a
spirit
,
Before
I
lou'd
thee
as
a
brother
Iohn
,
But
now
I
do
respect
thee
as
my
soule
.
King
.
I
saw
him
hold
Lord
Percy
at
the
poynt
,
With
lustier
maintenance
then
I
did
looke
for
Of
such
an
vngrowne
warrior
.
Prin.
O
this
boy
lends
mettall
to
vs
all
.
Exit
.
Doug.
Another
king
they
grow
like
Hydraes
heads
,
I
am
the
Douglas
fatall
to
all
those
That
weare
those
colours
on
them
.
What
art
thou
That
counterfetst
the
person
of
a
King
?
King
.
The
king
himself
,
who
Douglas
grieues
at
hart
,
So
many
of
his
shadowes
thou
hast
met
And
not
the
verie
king
,
I
haue
two
boies
Seeke
Percy
and
thy selfe
about
the
field
,
But
seeing
thou
falst
on
me
so
luckily
I
will
assay
thee
and
defend
thy selfe
.
Doug.
I
feare
thou
art
another
counterfet
,
And
yet
in
faith
thou
bearest
thee
like
a
king
,
But
mine
I
am
sure
thou
art
who
ere
thou
be
,
And
thus
I
winne
thee
.
They
sight
,
the
king
being
in
danger
,
Enter
Prince
of
Wales
.
Prin.
Hold
vp
thy
head
vile
Scot
,
or
thou
art
like
Neuer
to
hold
it
vp
againe
,
the
spirits
Of
Valiant
Sherly
,
Stafford
,
Blunt
are
in
my
armes
,
It
is
the
Prince
of
Wales
that
threatens
thee
,
Who
neuer
promiseth
but
he
meanes
to
pay
.
They
fight
,
Douglas
fli●th
.
Cheerly
my
Lord
,
how
fares
your
grace
?
Sir
Nicholas
Gawsey
hath
for
succour
sent
,
And
so
hath
Clifton
,
i
le
to
Clifton
straight
.
King
.
Stay
and
breath
a
while
,
Thou
hast
redeemed
thy
lost
opinion
,
And
shewde
thou
makst
some
tender
of
my
life
,
In
this
faire
rescue
thou
hast
brought
to
me
.
Prin.
O
God
they
did
me
too
much
iniury
,
That
euer
said
I
harkned
for
your
death
,
If
it
were
so
,
I
might
haue
let
alone
The
insulting
hand
of
Douglas
ouer
you
,
Which
would
haue
been
as
speedy
in
your
end
As
al
the
poisonous
potions
in
the
world
,
And
sau'd
the
trecherous
labour
of
your
sonne
.
King
.
Make
vp
to
Clifton
,
i
le
to
S.
Nicholas
Gawsey
.
Exit
Ki:
Enter
Hotspur
.
Hot.
If
I
mistake
not
,
thou
art
Harry
Monmouth
:
Prin.
Thou
speakst
as
if
I
would
deny
my
name
.
Hot.
My
name
is
Harry
Percy
.
Pr.
Why
then
I
see
a
very
valiant
rebel
of
the
name
;
I
am
the
Prince
of
Wales
,
and
thinke
not
Percy
To
share
with
me
in
glory
any
more
:
Two
stars
keepe
not
their
motion
in
one
sphere
,
Nor
can
one
England
brooke
a
double
raigne
Of
Harry
Percy
and
the
Prince
of
Wales
.
Hot.
Now
shal
it
Harry
,
for
the
houre
is
come
To
end
the
one
of
vs
,
and
would
to
God
Thy
name
in
armes
were
now
as
great
as
mine
.
Prin.
I
le
make
it
greater
ere
I
part
from
thee
,
And
al
the
budding
honors
on
thy
crest
I
le
crop
to
make
a
garland
for
my
head
.
Hot.
I
can
no
longer
brooke
thy
vanities
.
They
fight
:
Enter
Falstalffe
.
Falst.
Well
said
Hall
,
to
it
Hall
.
Nay
you
shall
find
no
boyes
play
here
I
can
tel
you
.
Enter
Douglas
,
he
fighteth
with
Falstalffe
,
he
fals
down
as
if
he
were
dead
,
the
Prince
killeth
Percy
.
Hot.
Oh
Harry
thou
hast
robd
me
of
my
youth
,
I
better
brooke
the
losse
of
brittle
life
Then
those
proud
titles
thou
hast
won
of
me
,
They
wound
my
thoughts
worse
then
thy
sword
my
flesh
,
But
thoughts
the
slaues
of
life
,
and
life
times
foole
,
And
time
that
takes
surucy
of
all
the
world
Must
haue
a
stop
.
O
I
could
prophecy
,
But
that
the
earthy
and
cold
hand
of
death
Lies
on
my
tongue
:
no
Percy
thou
art
dust
And
food
for
.
Pr.
For
wormes
,
braue
Percy
.
Fare
thee
wel
great
hart
Ill
weaud
ambition
,
how
much
art
thou
shrunke
,
When
that
this
body
did
containe
a
spirit
,
A
kingdom
for
it
was
too
small
a
bound
,
But
now
two
paces
of
the
vilest
earth
Is
roome
inough
,
this
earth
that
beares
the
dead
Beares
not
aliue
so
stout
a
gentleman
,
If
thou
wert
sensible
of
curtesie
I
should
not
make
so
deare
a
shew
of
zeale
,
But
let
my
fauors
hide
thy
mangled
face
,
And
euen
in
thy
behalfe
i
le
thanke
my selfe
,
For
doing
these
faire
rights
of
tendernesse
,
Adiew
and
take
thy
praise
with
thee
to
heauen
,
Thy
ignominy
sleepe
with
thee
in
the
graue
,
But
not
remembred
in
thy
Epitaph
.
He
spieth
Falstalffe
on
the
ground
.
What
old
acquaintance
,
could
not
all
this
flesh
Keepe
in
a
little
life
?
poore
Iacke
farewell
,
I
could
haue
better
sparde
a
better
man
:
O
I
should
haue
a
heauy
misse
of
thee
,
If
I
were
much
in
loue
with
vanitie
:
Death
hath
not
strooke
so
fat
a
Deere
to
day
,
Though
many
dearer
in
this
bloudy
fray
,
Inboweld
will
I
see
thee
by
and
by
,
Til
then
in
bloud
by
noble
Percy
lie
.
Exit
.
Falstaffe
riseth
vp
.
Fal.
Inboweld
,
if
thou
inbowel
me
to
day
,
i
le
giue
you
leaue
to
powder
me
and
eate
me
too
to
morrowe
.
Zbloud
t
was
time
to
counterfet
,
or
that
hot
termagant
Scot
had
paide
me
scot
and
lot
too
.
Counterfet
?
I
lie
,
I
am
no
counterfet
,
to
die
is
to
bee
a
counterfet
,
for
he
is
but
the
counterfet
of
a
man
,
who
hath
not
the
life
of
a
man
:
but
to
counterfet
dying
when
a
man
therby
liueth
,
is
to
be
no
counterfet
,
but
the
true
&
perfect
image
of
life
indeed
.
The
better
parte
of
valour
is
discretion
,
in
the
which
better
part
I
haue
saued
my
life
.
Zounds
I
am
afraid
of
this
gunpowder
Percy
,
though
he
be
dead
,
how
if
he
should
counterfet
too
and
rise
?
by
my
faith
I
am
afraid
hee
woulde
proue
the
better
counterfet
,
therefore
i
le
make
him
sure
,
yea
,
and
i
le
sweare
I
kild
him
.
Why
may
not
he
rise
aswell
as
I
?
nothing
confutes
me
but
eies
,
and
no
body
sees
me
:
therefore
sirrha
,
with
a
new
wound
in
your
thigh
,
come
you
along
with
me
.
He
takes
vp
Hotspur
on
his
backe
.
Enter
Prince
Iohn
of
Lancaster
.
Prin.
Come
brother
Iohn
,
full
brauely
hast
thou
flesht
Thy
mayden
sword
.
Iohn
of
Lan
But
soft
,
whom
haue
we
heere
?
Did
you
not
tell
me
this
fat
man
was
dead
?
Prin.
I
did
,
I
saw
him
dead
,
Breathlesse
and
bleeding
on
the
ground
.
Art
thou
aliue
?
Or
is
it
fantasie
that
playes
vpon
our
eiesight
?
I
preethe
speake
,
we
will
not
trust
our
eies
Without
our
eares
,
thou
art
not
what
thou
seemst
.
Fal.
No
that
s
certaine
,
I
am
not
a
double
man
:
but
if
I
bee
not
Iacke
Falstalffe
,
then
am
I
a
Iacke
:
there
is
Percy
,
if
your
father
will
doe
me
anie
honour
,
so
:
if
not
,
let
him
kill
the
next
Percie
himselfe
:
I
looke
to
bee
either
Earle
or
Duke
,
I
can
assure
you
.
Prin.
Why
Percy
,
I
kild
my selfe
,
and
saw
thee
dead
.
Falst.
Didst
thou
?
Lord
,
Lord
,
howe
this
world
is
giuen
to
lying
,
I
graunt
you
I
was
downe
,
and
out
of
breath
,
and
so
was
he
,
but
we
rose
both
at
an
instant
,
and
fought
a
long
houre
by
Shrewesburie
clocke
,
if
I
may
be
beleeude
so
:
if
not
,
let
them
that
should
rewarde
valour
,
beare
the
sinne
vppon
their
owne
heads
.
I
le
take
it
vpon
my
death
,
I
gaue
him
this
wound
in
the
thigh
,
if
the
man
were
aliue
,
and
would
denie
it
,
zounds
I
would
make
him
eate
a
peece
of
my
sword
.
Iohn
.
This
is
the
strangest
tale
that
euer
I
heard
.
Prin.
This
is
the
strangest
fellow
,
brother
Iohn
,
Come
bring
your
luggage
nobly
on
your
backe
.
For
my
part
,
if
a
lie
may
do
thee
grace
,
I
le
guild
it
with
the
happiest
termes
I
haue
.
A
retraite
is
sounded
.
Prin.
The
Trumpet
sounds
retrait
,
the
day
is
our
,
Come
brother
let
vs
to
the
highest
of
the
field
,
To
see
what
friends
are
liuing
,
who
are
dead
.
Exeunt
.
Fal.
I
le
follow
as
they
say
for
reward
.
Hee
that
rewardes
mee
God
reward
him
.
If
I
do
growe
great
,
i
le
growe
lesse
,
for
i
le
purge
and
leaue
Sacke
,
and
liue
cleanlie
as
a
noble
man
should
do
.
Exit
.
The
Trumpets
sound
.
Enter
the
King
,
Prince
of
Wales
,
Lord
Iohn
of
Lancaster
,
Earle
of
Westmerland
,
with
Worcester
,
and
Vernon
prisoners
.
King
.
Thus
euer
did
rebellion
find
rebuke
,
Ill
spirited
Worcester
,
did
not
we
send
grace
,
Pardon
,
and
tearmes
of
loue
to
all
of
you
?
And
wouldst
thou
turne
our
offers
contrary
?
Misuse
the
tenor
of
thy
kinsmans
trust
.
Three
knights
vpon
our
party
slaine
to
day
,
A
noble
Earle
and
many
a
creature
else
,
Had
been
aliue
this
houre
,
If
like
a
Christian
thou
hadst
truly
borne
Betwixt
our
armies
true
intelligence
.
Wor.
What
I
haue
done
my
safety
vrg'd
me
to
▪
And
I
embrace
this
fortune
patiently
,
Since
not
to
be
auoided
it
fals
on
me
.
King
.
Beare
Worcester
to
the
death
and
Vernon
too
:
Other
Offendors
we
will
pause
vpon
.
How
goes
the
field
?
Prin.
The
noble
Scot
Lord
Dowglas
,
when
he
saw
The
fortune
of
the
day
quite
turnd
from
him
,
The
noble
Percy
slaine
and
all
his
men
Vpon
the
foot
of
feare
,
fled
with
the
rest
And
falling
from
a
hill
,
he
was
so
bruisd
,
That
the
pursuers
tooke
him
.
At
my
tent
The
Douglas
is
:
and
I
beseech
your
grace
I
may
dispose
of
him
.
King
.
With
all
my
hart
▪
Prin.
Then
brother
Iohn
of
Lancaster
,
To
you
this
honorable
bounty
shal
belong
,
Go
to
the
Douglas
and
deliuer
him
Vp
to
his
pleasure
,
ransomlesse
and
free
,
His
valours
shewne
vpon
our
Crests
to
daie
Haue
taught
vs
how
to
cherish
such
high
deeds
,
Euen
in
the
bosome
of
our
aduersaries
.
Iohn
.
I
thanke
your
grace
for
this
high
curtesie
,
Which
I
shall
giue
away
immediatly
.
King
Then
this
remaines
that
we
,
deuide
our
power
,
You
sonne
Iohn
,
and
my
coosen
Westmerland
Towards
York
shal
bend
,
you
with
your
deerest
speed
To
meet
Northumberland
and
the
Prelate
Scroope
,
Who
as
we
heare
are
busily
in
armes
:
My selfe
and
you
sonne
Hatry
will
towards
Wales
,
To
fight
with
Glendower
and
the
Earle
of
March
,
Rebellion
in
this
land
shall
loose
his
sway
,
Meeting
the
checke
of
such
another
day
,
And
since
this
businesse
so
faire
is
done
,
Let
vs
not
leaue
till
all
our
owne
be
won
.
Exeunt
FINIS
.