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things necessary, and meet me to-morrow night in
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
By how much better than my word I am,
Another Room in the
Enter KING HENRY, NORTHUMBERLAND, WORCESTER, HOTSPUR, Sir WALTER BLUNT, and others.
K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and temperate,
Unapt to stir at these indignities,
And you have found nie; for, accordingly,
The scourge of greatness to be used on it;
North. My lord,
K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I see
And disobedience in thine eye: O, sir,
Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
He question'd me: among the rest, demanded
I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold,
Out of my grief and my impatience,
Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what ;
He should, or he should not; for he made me
To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet. And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman,
Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark!)
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord,
Whatever Harry Percy then had said,
K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners; But with proviso, and exception, That we, at our own charge, shall ransome straight His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer; Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd The lives of those that he did lead to fight Against the great magician, damn'd Glendower; Whose daughter, as we hear, the earl of March Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then Be emptied, to redeem a traitor home? Shall we buy treason? and indent with fears, When they have lost and forfeited themselves? No, on the barren mountains let him starve ; For I shall never hold that man my friend, Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost To ransome home revolted Mortimer.
Hot. Revolted Mortimer!
He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
In single opposition, hand to hand,
Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;
Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
He did; myself did hear it.
Receive so many, and all willingly:
K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost That men of your nobility and power,
He never did encounter with Glendower;
He durst as well have met the devil alone,
Art not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth
[Exeunt KING HENRY, BLUNT, and Train.
North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause
Did 'gage them both in an unjust behalf,
Peace, cousin, say no more;
Hot. If he fall in, good night :-
Wor. I cannot blame him: Was he not pro-
By Richard that dead is, the next of blood?
North. He was; I heard the proclamation:
From whence he, intercepted, did return
Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's I'll keep them, by this hand.
Wor. You start away, And lend no ear unto my purposes. Hot. But, soft, I pray you; Did king Richard Those prisoners you shall keep.
Send danger from the east unto the west,
North. Imagination of some great exploit
Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap,
Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here,
Those same noble Scots,
That are your prisoners,
or sink cr
But I will find him when he lies asleep,
I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
Cousin; a word.
Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy, Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke : And that same sword-and-buckler prince of Wales, But that I think his father loves him not, And would be glad he met with some mischance, I'd have him poison'd with a pot of ale.
Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, When you are better temper'd to attend.
North. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool Art thou, to break into this woman's mood; Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own?
Hot. Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods,
Will easily be granted. You, my lord,
Of that same noble prelate, well belov'd,
Hot. Of York, is't not?
Wor. True; who bears hard
As what I think might be, but what I know
Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well. North. Before the game's a-foot, thou still let'st slip.
Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot: :
And then the power of Scotland, and of York,
Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on
North. Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I trust.
Hot. Uncle, adieu : :- O, let the hours be short, Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our sport! [Exeunt.
1 Car. Poor fellow! never joyed since the price of oats rose; it was the death of him.
2 Car. I think, this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas : I am stung like a tench.
1 Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ne'er a king in Christendom could be better bit than I have been since the first cock.
2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, and then we leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds fleas like a loach.
1 Car. What, ostler! come away, and be hanged,
Enter another Carrier.
2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this house is turned upside down, since Robin ustler died
2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing-cross. 1 Car. 'Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier are quite starved. · What, ostler! A plague on thee! hast thou never an eye in thy head? canst not hear?
Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?
2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant thee. - Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the gentlemen; they will along with company, for they have great charge. [Exeunt Carriers. Gads. What, ho! chamberlain ! Cham. [Within.] At hand, quoth pick-purse. Gads. That's even as fair as—at hand, quoth the chamberlain for thou variest no more from picking of purses, than giving direction doth from labouring; thou lay'st the plot how.
Cham. Good-morrow, master Gadshill. It holds current, that I told you yesternight: There's a franklin in the wild of Kent, hath brought three hundred marks with him in gold: I heard him tell it to one of his company, last night at supper; a kind of auditer; one that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what. They are up already, and call for eggs and butter: They will away presently.
Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with saint Nicholas' clerks, I'll give thee this neck.
Cham. No, I'll none of it: I pr'ythee, keep that for the hangman; for, I know, thou worship'st saint Nicholas as truly as a man of falsehood may.
Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief.
Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots? will she hold out water in foul way?
Gads. She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. We steal as in a castle, cock-sure; we have the receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible.
Cham. Nay, by my faith; I think you are more beholden to the night, than to fern-seed, for your walking invisible.
Gads. Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in our purchase, as I am a true man.
Gads. Go to; Homo is a common name to all Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell, you muddy knave. [Exeunt.
The Road by Gadshill.
Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS; BARDOLPH and
Poins. Come, shelter, shelter ; I have removed Falstaff's horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet. P. Hen. Stand close.
Gads. What talkest thou to me of the hangman? if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: for, if I hang, old sir John hangs with me; and, thou knowest, he's no starveling. Tut! there are other Trojans that thou dreamest not of, the which, for sport sake, are content to do the profession some grace; that would, if matters should be looked into, for their own credit sake, make all whole. joined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers; none of these mad, mustachio purple-hued malt-worms: but with nobility, and tranquillity; burgomasters, and great oneyers; such as can hold in; such as will strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than drink, and drink sooner than pray: And yet I lie; for they pray continually to their saint, the commonwealth; or, rather, not pray to her, but prey on her; for they ride up and down on her, and make her their boots.
Fal. Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins! P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal; What a brawling dost thou keep!
Fal. Where's Poins, Hal?
P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the hill; I'll go seek him. [Pretends to seek POINS. Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: the rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him I know not where. If I travel but four foot by the squire further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death for all this, if I'scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have forsworn his company hourly any time this twoand-twenty years; and yet I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else; I have drunk medicines. Poins! Hal! —a plague upon you both! -Bardolph!-Peto!-I'll starve, ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to turn true man, and leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground, is threescore and ten miles afoot with me; and the stony-hearted villains know it well enough: A plague upon't, when thieves cannot be true to one another! [They whistle.] Whew! -A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged.
P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close to the ground, and list if thou canst hear the tread of travellers.
Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down? 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot again, for all the coin in thy father's exchequer. What a plague mean ye to colt me thus?
P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.
Fal. I pr'ythee, good prince Hal, help me to my horse, good king's son.
P. Hen. Out, you rogue! shall I be your ostler? Fal. Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-apparent garters! If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I have not ballads made on you all, and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison: When a jest is so forward, and afoot too, I hate it.
Bard. What news?
Gads. Case ye, case ye; on with your visors;
there's money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going to the king's exchequer.
Fal. You lie, you rogue; 'tis going to the king's
Gads. There's enough to make us all.
P. Hen. Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane; Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape from your encounter, then they light
Peto. How many be there of them?
Gads. Some eight, or ten.
SCENE III.-Warkworth. A Room in the Castle.
But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house. He could be contented, Why is he not then? In respect of the love he bears our house he shows in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our house. Let me see some The purpose you undertake, is dangerous; Why, that's certain; 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink : but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. The purpose you undertake, is dangerous; the friends you have named, uncertain; the time itself, unsorted ; and your whole plot too light, for the counterpoise of so great an opposition. Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is this? By the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our friends true and constant: a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation: an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this? Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and the general course of the action. 'Zounds, an I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and myself? lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not, besides, the Douglas? Have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month? and are they not, some of them, set forward already? What a pagan rascal is this? an infidel? Ha! you shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold un-heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed milk with so honourable an action! Hang him! Let him tell the king: We are prepared: I will set forward to-night.
Fal. Zounds! will they not rob us?
P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof.
Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge; when thou need'st him, there thou shalt find him. Farewell, and stand fast.
Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.
P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises?
[Exeunt P. HENRY and POINS. Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.
1 Trav. Come, neighbour; the boy shall lead our horses down the hill: we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease our legs.
Trav. Jesu bless us !
Fal. Strike; down with them; cu the villains' throats: Ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they hate us youth: down with them; fleece them.
1 Trav. O, we are undone, both we and ours, for ever.
Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves; Are ye done? No, ye fat chuffs; I would, your store were here! On, bacons, on! What, ye knaves? young men must live: You are grand-jurors are ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith.
[Exeunt FALS. &c. driving the Travellers out.
Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS.
P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true men: Now could thou and I rob the thieves, and go merrily to London, it would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever.
Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming.
Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse before day. An the prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's no more valour in that Poins, than in a wild duck.
P. Hen. Your money. [Rushing out upon them.
[As they are sharing, the PRINCE and POINS
P. Hen. Got with much ease. Now merrily to
Each takes his fellow for an officer.
Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death,
The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with fear
Enter Lady PERCY.
How now, Kate? I must leave you within these
Lady. O, my good lord, why are you thus alone?
Of prisoners' ransome, and of soldiers slain,