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At Holmedon met,

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and sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour; hast forgotten to demand that truly, which thou As by discharge of their artillery,

would'st truly know. What the devil hast thou And shape of likelihood, the news was told ; to do with the time of the day? unless hours For he that brought them, in the very heat were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks And pride of their contention did take horse, the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leapUncertain of the issue any way.

ing-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot K. Hen. Here is a dear and true-industrious wench in flame-colour'd taffata ; I see no reason friend,

why thou should'st be so superfluous to demand Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, the time of the day. Stain'll with the variation of each soil

Fal. Indeed, you come near me, now, Hal : Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours; for we, that take purses, go by the moon and And he hath brought us smooth and welcome seven stars; and not by Phæbus,-he, that wander

ing knight so fair. And, I pray thee, sweet wag, The earl of Douglas is discomfited :

when thou art king,—as, God save thy grace, Ten thousand bold Scots, two-and-twenty knights, (majesty, I should say; for grace thou wilt have Balk'd in their own blood, did Sir Walter see none), *On Holmedon's plains : of prisoners, Hotspur P. Hen. What, none ? took

Fal. No, by my troth; not so much as will Mordake the earl of Fife, and eldest son

serve to be prologue to an egg and butter. To beaten Douglas; and the earls of Athol, P. Hen. Well, how then ? come, roundly, Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith.

roundly. And is not this an honourable spoil ?

Fal. Marry,then, sweet wag, when thou art king, A gallant prize ? ha, cousin, is it not?

let not us, that are 'squires of the night's body, West. In faith,

be called thicves of the day's beauty : let us be It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.

- Diana's foresters, gentlemen the shade, K. Hen. Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, and minions of the moon ; and let men say, we be mak'st me sin

men of good government: being governed, as the In envy, that my lord Northumberland

sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, Should be the father of so blest a son :

under whose countenance we-steal. A son, who is the theme of honour's tongue; P. Hen. Thou say'st well; and it holds well Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant; too: for the fortune of us, that are the moon's Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride : men, doth ebb and flow like the sea; being Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, governed as the sea is, by the moon. As, for See riot and dishonour stain the brow

proof, now: A purse of gold most resolutely Of my young Harry. O, that it could be prov'd, spatched on Monday night, and most dissolutely That some night-tripping fairy had exchang'd spent on Tuesday morning; got with swearingIn cradle-clothes our children, where they lay, lay by; and spent with crying bring in : now, And call'd mine-Percy, his- Plantagenet! in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder; and Then would I have his Harry, and he mine. by-and-by, in as high a flow as the ridge of the But let him from my thoughts :—what think gallows. you, coz',

Fal. By the Lord, thou say'st true, lad. And Of this young Percy's pride ? the prisoners, is not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet Which he in this adventure hath surpris'd, wench? To his own use he keeps; and sends me word, P. Hen. As the honcy of Hybla, my old lad I shall have none but Mordake, earl of Fife. of the castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is sweet robe of durance ? Worcester,

Fal. How now, how now, mad wag? what, in Malevolent to you in all aspects;

thy quips, and thy quiddities? what a plague Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up have I to do with a buff jerkin? The crest of youth against your dignity.

P. Hen. Why, what a pox have I to do with K. Hen. But I have sent for himn to answer my hostess of the tavern?

Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning And, for this cause, awhile we must neglect many a time and oft. Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.

P. Hen. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we Will hold at Windsor, so inform the lords : Ful. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid But come yourself with speed to us again ;

all there. For more is to be said, and to be done,

P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin Than out of anger can be uttered.

would stretch; and, where it would not, I havo West. I will, my liege.

[exeunt. used my credit. SCENE II. THE SAME. IN THE PALACE.

Fal. Yea, and so used it, that were it not here Enter Henry Prince of Wales, and Falstaff: apparent that thou art heir-apparent.—But I

Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad ? pr'ythee, sweet wag, shall there be gallows stand14. P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with druk- ing in England when thou art king? and resoluing of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, tion tbus fobb'd as it is, with the rusty curb of



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old father antic the law? Do not thou, when Poins. Then art thou damned for keeping thy thou art king, hang a thief.

word with the devil. P. Hen. No; thou shalt.

P. Hen. Else he bad been damned for cozening Fal. Shall I? O rare! by the Lord, I'll be a the devil. brave ju 'ge.

Poins. But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow P. Hen Thou judgest false already; I mean, morning, by four o'clock, early at Gadsbill : there thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, aud so are pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offerbecome a rare bangman.

ings, and traders riding to London with fat purses: Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it I have visors for you all, you have horses for yourjuinps with my humour, as well as waiting in selves; Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester ; I the court, I can tell you.

have bespoke supper to-morrow nigbt in Eastcheap; P. Hen. For obtaining of suits ?

we may do it as secure as sleep: if you will go, Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suits : whereof the I will stuff your purses full of crowns ;


you bangman hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am will not, tarry at home, and be hanged. as melancholy as a gib cat, or a lugged bear. Fal. Hear me, Yedward ; if I turry at home,

P. Flen. Or an old lion; or a lover's lute. and go not, I'll hang you for going.

Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bag- Poins. You will, chops ? pipe.

Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one? P. Hen. What sayest thou to a hare, or the P. Hen. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my melancholy of Moor-ditch ?

faith. Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes;

Fal. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor and art, indeed, the most comparative, rascalliest, good fellowship in thce, nor thou camest not of -sweet young prince,-But, Hal, I priyther, the blood royal, if thou darest not stand for ten trouble me no more with vanity. I would to shillings. God thou and I knew where a commodity of P. Hen. Well, then, once in my days I'll be a good names were to be bought: an old loril of Fal. Why, that's well said. (mad-cap. the council rated me the other day in the street

P. Hen. Well, come what will, I'll tarry at about you, sir ; but I'marked him not: and yet home. he talked very wisely; but I regarded him not: Fal. By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when and yet he talked wisely, and in the street too.

thou art king P. Hen. Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out

P. Hen. I care not. in the street, and no man regards it.

Poins. Sir John, I pr'ythee, leave the prince and Fal. O thou bast damnable iteration; and art, me alone; I will lay him down such reasons for indeed, able to corrupt a saint. Tbou hast done this adventure, that he shall

go. much harm upon me, Hal,-God forgive thee for Fal. Well, may'st thou have the spirit of perit! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing; suasion, and he the ears of profiting, that what and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little thou speakest may move, and what he hears may better than one of the wicked. I must give over be believ'd, that the true prince may (for recreation this life, and I will give it over ; by the Lord, an sake) prove a false thief; for the abuses of the I do not, I am a villain; I'll be damned for never time want countenance. Farewell : you shall a king's son in Christendom.

find me in Eastcheap. P. Hen. Where shall we take a purse to-mor

P. Hen. Farewell, thou latter spring ! FareTOW, Jack ?

well, All-hallown suminer ! (exit Falstaf Fal. Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one; an Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride I do not, call me villain, and baffle me.

with us to-morrow; I have a jest to execute, that P. Hen. I see a good amendment of life in thee; | I cannot manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto, from praying, to purse-taking.

and Gadshill, shall rob those men that we have Enter Poins, at a distance.

already way-laid ; yourself, and I, will not be Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no there: and when they have the booty, if you and sin for a man to labour in his vocation. Poins! I do not rob them, cut this head from my shoulders, -Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a P. Hen. But how shall we part with them in inatch. O, if men were to be saved by merit, setting forth ? what hole in hell were hot enough for him? Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after This is the most omnipotent villain, that ever them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wherecricd, Stand, to a true man.

in it is at our pleasure to fail ; and then will they P. Hen. Good-murrow, Ned.

adventure upon the exploit themselves : which Poins. Good-morrow, sweet Hal. – JVhat says they shall have no sooner achieved, but we'll set monsieur Remorse? What says Sir John Sack- upon thein. and-Sugar? Jack, how agrees the devil and thre P. Hen. Ay, but, 'tis like, that they will know about thy soul, that thou soldest him on Good us, by our horses, by our habits, and by every Friday last, for a cup of Madeira, and a cold ca- other appointment to be ourselves. pon's leg?

Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see, I'NI .P. Hen. Sir John stands to his word, the devil tie them in the wood ; our visors we will change, shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a after we leave them ; and, sirrab, I have cases of breaker of proverbs, he will give the devil his buckram for the nonce, to inmask our noted out. dues

ward garments.

for us.

P. Ilen. But, I doubt, they will be too hard | And majesty might never yet endure

The moody frontier of a servant bros. Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to You bave good leave to leave us; when we need be as true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and Your use and counsel, we shall send for you. for the third, if he fight longer than he sees

[ezit Wor. Teason, I'll forswear arms. The virtue of this | You were about to speak.

[to North. jest will be, the incomprehensible lies that this North. Yea, my good lord, same fat rogue will tell us, when we meet at sup- Those prisoners in your bigbness' pame demanded per : how thirty, at least, he fought with; wbat Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took, wards, what blows, what extremities he endured ; Were, as he says, not with such strength denied, and, in the reproof of this, lies the jest.

As is deliver'd to your majesty P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee: provide us Either envy, therefore, or misprision, all things necessary, and meet me to-morrow Is guilty of this fault, and not my son. uight in Eastcheap, there I'll sup. Farewell. Hot. My liege, I did deny po prisoners :

Foins. Farewell, my lord. (exit Poins. But, I remember, when the tight was done, P. Hen. I know you all, and will awhile up. When I was dry with raye, and extreme toil, hold

Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, The unyok'd humour of your idleness

Came there a certain lord, neat, triınly dress'd, Yet herein will I imitate the sun;

Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'], Who doth permit the base contagious clouds Show'd like a stubble-land at barvest-home; To smother up his beauty from the world, He was perfumed like a inilliner; That, when he please again to be himself, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, A pouncet-box, which ever and anon By breaking through the foul and ugly mists He gave his nose, and took't away again ; Of vapours, that did seem to strangle bim. Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, If all the year were playing holidays,

Took it in snuff :-and still he smil'd, and talk'd; To sport would be as tedious as to work ;

And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, But, when they seldom come, they wish'd-for He call'd them-untaught knaves, un

unmannerly, come,

To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.

Betwixt the wind and his nobility. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, With many holiday and lady terms And pay the debt I never promis'd,

He question’d me: among the rest demanded By how much better than my word I am, My prisoners, in your majesty's bebalf. By so much shall I falsify men's hopes;

I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,

Out of my grief and my impatience, Sball show more goodly, and attract more eyes, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what; Than that, which hath no foil to set it off. He should, or he should not ;--for he made mo I'll so offend, to make offence a skill;

mad, Redecming time, when men think least I will. To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,

[erit. And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman,

Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save tho Enter King Henry, Northumberland, Worcester, mark !)

Hotspur, Sir Walter Blunt, and others. And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth K. Hen. My blood bath been too cold and Was maceti, for an inward bruise ; temperate,

And that it was great pity, so it was, Unapt to stir at these indignities,

That villainous saltpetre should be digg'd And you have found me; for, accordingly, Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, You tread upon any patience : but, be sure, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd I will from henceforth rather be myself,

So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns, Mighty and to be fear'd, than my condition ; He would himself have been a soldier. Which hath been sinooth as oil, soft as young This bald disjointed chat of his, my lord, down,

I answer'd indirectly, as I said ;
And therefore lost that title of respect,

And, I beseech you, let not his report
Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the proud. Come current for an accusation,
Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little Betwixt my love and your high majesty.

Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good way The scourge of greatness to be used on it;

lord, And that same greatness too, which our own Whatever Harry Percy then had said, hands

To such a person, and in such a place, Have holp to make so portly.

At such a time, with all the rest re-told, North. My lord,

May reasonably die, and never rise K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I see To do him wrong, or any way impeach danger

What then he said, so he ujisay it now. And disobedience in thine eye:. 0, sir.

K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny bis prisoners, Your presence is too bold and peremptory, But with proviso, and exception,-


That we, at our own charge, shall ransom straight North. Brother, the king hath made your nc. His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer;

phew mad.

[to Worcester. Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd

Wor. Who struck this heat up, after I was The lives of those, that he did lead to fight

gone? Against the great magician, damn'd Glendower; Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners; Whose daughter, as we hear, the earl of March And when I urg'd the ransom once again Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale; Be emptied, to redeem a traitor home?

And on my face he turn'd an eye of death, Shall we buy treason? and indent with fears, Trembling even at the name of Mortimer. When they have lost and forfeited themselves ? Wor. I cannot blame him: was he not proNo, on the barren mountains let him starve ;

claim'd, For I shall never hold that man my friend, By Richard, that dead is, the next of blood ? Whose tongue shall ask me for a penny cost North. He was: I heard the proclamation, To ransom home revolted Mortimer.

And then it was, when the unhappy king Hot. Revolted Mortimer!

(Whose wrongs in us God pardon !) did set forth He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,

Upon his Irish expedition ;
But by the chance of war: -to prove that true, From whence he, intercepted, did return
Needs no more but one tongue for all those To be depos'd, and shortly, murdered.

- ?

Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took, wide mouth When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank, Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of. In single opposition, hand to hand,

Hot. But, soft, I pray you: did king Richard He did confound the best part of a hour,

Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer [then In changing hardiment with great Glendower : Heir to the crown? Three times they breath'd, and three times did North. He did ; myself did hear it. they drink,

Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king, Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;

That wish'd him on the barren mountains stary'd. Who, then, affrighted with their bloody looks, But shall it be, that you,—that set the crown Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds, Upon the head of this forgetful man ; And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank And, for his sake, wear the detested blot Blood-stained with these valiant combatants. Of murd'rous subornation, shall it be, Never did bare and rotten policy

That you a world of curses undergo; Colour her workings with such deadly wounds; Being the agents, or base second means, Nor never could the noble Mortimer

The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather ?Receive so many, and all willingly :

O pardon me, that I descend so low, Then let him not be slander'd with revolt.

To show the line, and the predicament,
K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost Wherein you range under this subtle king-
belie him,

Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days,
He never did encounter with Glendower; Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
I tell thee,

That men of your nobility and power,
He durst as well have met the devil alone, Did'gage them both in an unjust behalf,—
As Owen Glendower for an enemy.

As both of you, God pardon it! have done,
Art not asham'd? But, sirrah, henceforth To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer: And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
Send inc your prisoners with the speediest means, And shall it, in more shame, be further spoken,
Or you shall hear in such a kind from me That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook off
As will displease you.—My loral Northumberland, By him, for whom these shames ye underwent ?
We license your departure with your son :- No; yet time serves, wherein you may redeem
Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it. Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves

[ereunt King Henry, Blunt, and Train. Into the good thoughts of the world again : Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them, Revenge the jeering, and disdain'd contempt, I will not send them :-I will after straight, Of this proud king; who studies, day and night, And tell himn so; for I will ease my heart, To answer all the debt he owes to you, Although it be with hazard of my head.

Even with the bloody payment of your deaths North. What, drunk with choler ? stay, and Therefore, I say, pause awhile;

Wor. Peace, cousin, say no more:
Here comes your uncle.

And now I will unclasp a secret book,
Re-enter Worcester.

And to your quick-conceiving discontents
Hot. Speak of Mortimer!

I'll read you matter deep and dangerous; Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul As full of peril, and advent'rous spirit, Want mercy, if I do not join with him :

As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud, Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins, On the unsteadfast footing of a spear. And shed my dear blood drop by drop i'the dust, Hot. If he fall in, good night:-or sink or But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer

svim: As high i'the air as this unthankful king, Send danger from the east unto the west, As this ingrate and canicr'd Bolingbroke. So honour cross it from the north to south,

And let them grapple ;-0! the blood more stirs, | Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
To rouse a lion, than to start a hare.

This fawning greyhound then did proffer mo! North. Imagination of some great exploit Look,—when his infant fortune came to age, Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. And-gentle Harry Percy,—and, kind cousin,

Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, O, the devil take such cozeners !-God forgive To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon;

me!live into the bottom of the deep,

Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done.
Wbere fathom-line could never touch the ground, Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again;
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks; We'll stay your leisure.
So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Hot. I have done, i'faith,
Without corrival, all her dignities :

Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners. But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship!

Deliver them up without their ransome straight, Wor. He apprehends a world of figures bere, And make the Douglas' son your only mear But not the form of what he should attend. For powers in Scotland; which,—for divers reasons Good cousin, give me audience for awhile. Wbich I shall send you written,- be assur'd, Hot. I cry you mercy.

Will easily be granted. — You, my lord,Wor. Tbose same noble Scots,

[to North. That are your prisoners,

Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd, -Hot. I'll keep them all;

Shall secretly into the bosom creep
By heaven, be shall not have a Scot of them : Of that same noble prelate, well belov'd,
No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall uot : The archbishop
I'll keep them, by this hand.

Hot. Of York, is't not?
Wor. You start away,

Wor. True ; who bears hard And lend no ear unto my purposes.

His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop. Those prisoners you shall keep.

I speak not this in estimation, Hot. Nay, I will; that's fat:

As what I think might be, but what I know He said, he would not ransome Mortimer; Is ruminated, plotted, and set down; Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer;

And only stays but to behold the face But I will find him, when he lies asleep,

Of that occasion, that shall bring it on. And in his ear I'll holla- Mortimer!

Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well. Nay,

North, Before the game's a-foot, thou still let's I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak


[plot:Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him,

Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble To keep bis anger still in motion.

And then the power of Scotland, and of York, Wor. Hear you,

To join with Mortimer, ha? Cousin ; a word.

Wor. And so they shall. Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy,

Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd. Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke: Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids us speed, And that same sword-and-buckler prince of To save our heads by raising of a head : Wales,

For, bear ourselves as even us we can,
But that I think his father loves him not, The king will always think him in our debt;
And would be glad he met with some mischance, And think we think ourselves unsatisfied
I'd have him poison'd with a pot of ale.

Till he hath found a time to pay us home.
Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, And see already, how he doth begin
When you are better temper'd to attend. [fool To make us strangers to his looks of love.

North. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd ou Art thou, to break into this woman's mood;

him. Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own? Wor. Cousin, farewell :- No further go in this, Hot. Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd Than I by letters shall direct your course. with rods,

When time is ripe (which will be suddenly,) Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer ; Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.


Where you and Douglas, and our powers at once In Richard's time,—what do you call the place?-(As I will fashion it,) shall happily meet, A plague upon't!- it is in Gloucestershire ;- To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept; Which now we hold as much uncertainty. His uncle York ;-where I first bow'd my knee North. Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,

I trust. When you and he came back from Ravenspurg;- Hot. Uncle, adieu :-0, let the hours be short, North. At Berkley-castle.

Till fields, and blows, and groans, applaud our Hot. You say true :


[ereunt. ACT II.

new chimney, and yet our horse not packed). Enter a Carrier, with a lantern in his hand. What, ostler!

1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the Ost. [within.) Anon, anon. day, I'll be hang'd : Charles' wain is over the 1 Car. I pry'thee, Tom, beat Cut's saddie,





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