Is ruin'd, and the foule of euery man
Prophetically do fore-thinke thy fall:
Had I fo lauifh of my prefence beene,
So common hackneid in the eyes of men,
So ftale and cheap to vulgar company,
Opinion that did helpe me to the crowne
Had ftill kept loyall to poffeffion,
And left me in reputeles banifhment.
A fellow of no marke nor likelihood,
By beeing feldome feene, I could not stir
But like a comet I was wondred at,

That men would tel their children, this is he
Others would fay, where, which is Bullingbrooke:
And then I ftole all curtefie from heauen,
And drest my selfe in fuch humility,

That I did plucke allegiance from mens harts:
Loud fhoutes and falutations from their mouthes

Euen in the prefence of the crowned king.
Thus I did keepe my person fresh and new,
My prefence like a robe pontificall,
Ne're feene, but wondred at, and fo my state
Seldome, but fumptuous, fhewed like a feaft
And wan by rarenes fuch folemnity.

The skipping king, he ambled vp and downe,
With fhallow iefters, and raih bauin wits,
Soone kindled, and foone burnt, carded his state,
Mingled his royalty with carping fooles;
Had his great name prophaned with their scornes,
And gaue his countenance against his name,
To laugh at gybing boyes, and stand the push
Of euery beardles vaine comparatiue

Grew a companion to the common streetes,
Enfeoft himselfe to popularity,

That being dayly fwallowed by mens eyes,
They furfetted with hony, and began to loath,
The taft of fweetnes, whereof a little.

More then a little, is by much too much.
So when he had occafion to bee feene,

He was, but as the cuckow is in June,

Heard, not regarded: feene but with fuch eyes
As ficke and blunted with community,

Affoord no extraordinary gaze.

Such as is bent on fun-like maiefty,

When it fhines feldome in admiring eyes,

But rather drowzd, and hung their eye-lids downe
Slept in his face, and rendred such aspect
As cloudy men vfe to do to their aduerfaries,
Being with his prefence, glutted, gorgde and full.
And in that very line, Harry ftandest thou
For, thou haft loft thy princely priuiledge,
With vile participation, not an eye

But is awery of thy common fight,

Saue mine, which hath defired to fee thee more,
Which now doth that I would not haue it doe +
Make blind it felfe with foolish tendernes.

Prin. I fhall hereafter, my thrice gratious lord
Be more my felfe.

King. For all the world

As thou art to this howre, was Richard then,
When I from France fet foot at Rauenfpurgh,
And euen as I was then is Percy now:
Now by my fcepter and my foule to boote,
He hath more worthy intereft to the ftate,
Then thou, the shadow of fucceffion,
For of no right nor colour like to right,
He doth fill fieldes with harnes in the realme,

⚫ do to omitted. † done,

Turns

Turns head against the lions armed iawes,
And being no more indebt to yeares, then thou
Leades ancient lords, and reuerent bishops on,
To bloody battels, and to brufing armes,
What neuer dying honor hath he got,

Against renowned Dowglas? whofe high deedes,
Whofe hot incurfions, and great name in armes,
Holds from all fouldiers chiefe maiority,

And military title capitall.

Through all the kingdomes that acknowledge Christ,
Thrice hath the Hotfpur Mars in fwathing clothes,
This infant warriour, in his enterprifes,
Discomfited great Dowglas, tane him once,
Enlarged him, and made a friend of him,
To fill the mouth of deepe defiance vp,

And thake the peace and fafety of our throne.
And what fay you to this? Percy, Northumberland,
The archbishops grace of Yorke, Dowglas, Mortimer,
Capitulate against vs, and are vp.

But, wherefore do I tell these newes to thee?
Why, Harry do I tell thee of my foes,

Which art my neer'ft and deereft enemy?
Thou that art like enough through vaffall feare,
Bafe inclination, and the start of fpleene,
To fight againft me vnder Percyes pay,
To dog his heeles, and curtfie at his frownes,
To fhew how much thou art degenerate.

Prin. Do not thinke fo, you fhall not finde it so,
And God forgiue them, that fo much haue fwayde
Your maiefties good thoughts away from me:
I will redeeme all this on Percyes head :
And in the closing of fome glorious.day
Be bold to tell you that I am your fonne,

That then.

When

When I will weare a garment all of bloud,
And ftaine my fauours in a bloudy maske,
Which wafht away, fhall fcoure my fhame with it.
And that fhall be the day, when ere it lights
That this fame child of honour and renowne,
This gallant Hot/pur, this all-prayfed knight,
And your vnthought of Harry chance to meet,
For euery honor fitting on his he'me,

Would they were multitudes, and on my head
My fhames redoubled. For the time will come
That I fhall make this northerne youth exchange
His glorious deedes for my indignities,
Percy is but my factor, good my lord

To engroffe my glorious deedes on my behalfe.
And I will call him to fo ftrict account,

That he shall render euery glory vp,
Yea, euen the fleighteft worship of his time,
Or I will teare the reckoning from his heart.
This in the name of God I promise here,
The which if he be pleas'd I fhall performe
I do befeech your maiefty may falue,

The long growne woundes of my intemperance:
If not, the end of life cancels all bands,
And I will die a hundred thoufand deaths,
Ere breake the fmalleft parcell of this vow.

King. A hundred thousand rebels die in this,

Thou shalt haue charge, and foueraigne trust herein.
How now good Blunt? thy lookes are full of speed.

Enter Blunt.

Blunt. So hath the bufines that I come to fpeake of. Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath fent word,

That Dowglas and the English rebels met
The eleuenth of this month at Shrewsburie:
A mighty and a fearefull head they are,
(If promises be kept on euery hand)

As euer offered foule play in a ftate.

King. The earle of Westmerland fet forth to day,
With him my foone lord Iohn of Lancaster,
For this aduertisement is fiue daies old,

On Wednesday next Harry thou shalt * set forward
On Thursday, we our felues will march. Our meeting
Is Bridgenorth, and Harry you shall march
Through Glocefter-fbire, by which account
Our bufines valued fome twelue daies hence
Our generall forces at Bridgenorth fhall meet.
Our hands are full of bufines, let's away,
Aduantage feedes him fat, while men delay.

Enter Falftalffe and Bardoll.

Exeunt.

Fal. Bardoll, am I not falne away vilely fince this last action? do I not bate? doe I not dwindle? why my fkin hangs about me like an old ladies loose gowne. I am withered like an olde apple John. Well, Ile repent, and that fodainely, while I am in fome liking, I fhall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall haue no ftrength to repent. And I haue not forgotten what the infide of a church is made of, I am a peppercorne, a brewers horfe, the infide of a church. Company, villanous company hath been the fpoyle of me.

Bar. Sir Iohn, you are fo fretfull, you can not liue long. Fal. Why there is it; come, fing me a bawdy fong, make me merry: I was as vertuously giuen, as a gentleman need to be, vertuous enough, fwore little, dic'd not aboue feuen times a weeke, went to a bawdy houfe not aboue once in a quarter of an houre, paide money that I borrowed three or foure * you fball.