Thy maiden sword. Las. But, foft! who have we here? Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead? P. Henry. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and bleeding - Upon the ground. Art thou alive? or is it fantasy That plays upon our eye-fight? I pr'ythee, speak; Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double man: but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy: [throwing the body down] if your father will do me any honour, fo; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either earl or duke, I can affure you. P. Henry. Why, Percy I kill'd myself, and faw thee dead. Fal. Diest thou?-Lord, lord, how this world is given to lying !-I grant you, I was down, and - out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an inftant, and fought a long hour by Shrewfbury clock. If I may be believ'd, so: if not, let them, that should reward valour, bear the fin upon their own heads. I'll take it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the thigh if the man were alive, and would deny it, I would make him eat a piece of my fword. Lan. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard. John. Come bring your luggage nobly on your back: [Aretreat is founded. The trumpet founds retreat, the day is ours. Wales, Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of Weft- Ill-fpirited Worcester did we not fend grace, If, like a chriftian, thou hadst truly borne Wor. What 1 have done, my fafety urg'd me to; K. Hen. Berr Worcester to the death, and Ver- [Excunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. P. Henry. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when K. Her. With all my heart. P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This honourable bounty shall belong: Go to the Douglas, and deliver him Up to his pleasure, ransomlefs, and free: K. Hen. Then this remains, that we dividę You, fon John, and my coufin Westmoreland, [Exeunt. Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He fpeed, that rewards me, heaven reward him! If 1 do To meet Northumberland, and the prelate roop grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave fack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. [Exit, bearing off the body. SCENE V. Another part of the Field. Who, as we hear, are bufily in arms : The trumpets found. Enter King Henry, Prince of Let us not leave 'till all our own be won. [Exeunt, SECOND KING HENRY IV. Rum. IN 1 DUCTION. Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues. PEN your ears; 0 For which of you will That the blunt monfter with uncounted heads, Can play upon it. But what need I thus is Rumour here? My well-known body to anatomize tongues They bring smooth comforts falfe, worse than true wrongs. REPRESENTED. [Exit. FALSTAFF, POINS, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, SHALLOW, and SILENCE, Country Justices. bis fons. Davy, fervant to Shallow. PHANG and SNARE, two Serjeants. MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, against the BULLCALF, } Recruits. of the King's DOLL TEARSHEET. party. Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c. SCENE, England. The transactions comprized in this History take up about nine years. The action commences with the account of Hotspur's being defeated and killed; and clofes with the death of king Henry IV. and the coronation of king Henry V. Enter Enter Northumberland. Bard. Here comes the earl. "North. What news, lord Bardolph? Every minute now Should be the father of fome stratagem: The times are wild; contention, like a horfe Bard. Noble earl, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. Bard. As good as heart can with: North. How is this deriv'd ? Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury? A gentleman well bred, and of good name, North. Here comes my fervant Travers, whom I fent On Tuesday laft to liften after news. : North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf 5, Mort. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord'; North. How doth my fon and brother ? Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; Ending with-brother, fon, and all are dead. And he is furnish'd with no certainties, Enter Travers. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back North. Ha!-Again, Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what ;- Mort. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: But for my lord your fon, North. Why, he is dead. See, what a ready tongue fufpicion hath! Mort. You are too great to be by me gainfaid: North. Yet, for all this, fay not that Percy's dead. Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your fon is dead. Mr. Steevens • To forffendis to waste, to exhauft. 2 Jade seems anciently to have fignify'd what we now call a hackney; a beaft employed in drudgery, opposed to a horfe kept for show, or to be rid by its matter. 3 A point is a ftring tagged, or lace., 4 Forbilderling, i. e. bafc, degenerate. obferves, that in the time of our poet, the title-page to an elegy, as well as every intermediate leaf, Mos totally black. 6 i, e. fo far gone in woe. 7 Fear for danger. Read'ring You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and out-To stormy paffion, muft perforce decay. North. For this I shall have time enough to mourn. Out of his keeper's arms; even fo my limbs, A fcaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, And darknefs be the burier of the dead! [my lord : Bord. We all, that are engaged to this loss, I hear for certain, and do speak the truth, Suppos'd fincere and holy in his thoughts, North. 1 knew of this before; bat, to fpeak fruth, This prefent grief had wip'd it from my mind. Get ports, and letters, and makefriends with fpeed; SCENE A ftreet in London.. II. Bard. This ftrained paffion doth you wrong, Enter Sir John Fulfaff, with bis page bearing his Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your honour. Mort. The lives of all your loving complices Lean on your health; the which, if you give o'er fword and buckler. Fal. Sirrah, you giant! what says the doctor to my water? 2 i, e. reduced to a • Quittance is return. By faint quittance is icant a faint return of blows. lower temper, or, as it is usually called, let down. 3 1. c. began to fall his courage, to let his fpirits fink under his fortune. 4 i. e. bend, yield to preffure. 5 The dole of blows is the diftribution of blows; dile originally fignifying the portion of alms (confifting either of meat or money) given away at the door of a nobleman. That is, ftands over his country to defend her as the lies bleeding on the ground. 7 i. c. greater and lefs. Page. ': Page. He faid, fir, the water itself was a good healthy water but, for the party that owed it, he might have more difeafes than he knew for. a horfe in Smithfield: if I could get me but a wife in the stews, I were mann'd, hors'd, and wiv'd. Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and Servants. Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the prince for striking him about Bardolph. Fal. Wait clofe, I will not fee him. Lancafter. Fal. Men of all forts take a pride to gird at me: The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me : I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee, like a fow, that hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. If the prince put thee into my fervice for any other reason than to fet me off, why then I Serv. He, my lord: but he hath fince done have no judgement. Thou whorefon 2 mandrake, good fervice at Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to wait now going with fome charge to the lord John of at my heels. I was never mann'd 3 with an agate 'till now but I will neither fet you in gold nor filver, but in vile apparel, and fend you back again to your mafter, for a jewel; the juvenal 4, the prince your master, whose chin is not yet fledg'd. I will fooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand, than he shall get one on his cheek; yet he will not stick to fay, his face is a face-royal. Heaven may finish it when he will, it is not a hair amiss yet he may keep it still as a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn fixpence out of it 5; and yet he will be crowing, as if he had writ man ever fince his father was a batchelor. He may keep his own grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can affure him. What faid mafter Dombledon about the fattin for my short cloak, and flops ? Page. He faid, fir, you should procure him better afsurance than Bardolph: he would not take his borid and yours; he lik'd not the security. Serv. Sir John Falstaff! Page. You must speak louder, my master is deaf. Ch. Juft. I am fure he is, to the hearing of any thing good. Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must speak with him. Serv. Sir John, Fal. What! a young knave, and beg! Is there not wars is there not employment Doth not the king lack subjects? do not the rebels want foldiers Though it be a shame to be on any fide but one, it is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst fide, were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell how to make it. Sere. You mistake me, fir. Fal. Why, fir, did I fay you were an honest man? Setting my knighthood and my foldierthip afide, I had lied in my throat if I had faid fo. Fal. Let him be damn'd like the glutton! may his tongue be hotter ! -A whorefon Achitophel! a rafcally yea-forfooth knave! to bear a gentleman in hand, and then stand upon fecurity! -The Serv. I pray you, fir, then fet your knighthood and your foldiership afide; and give me leave to tell you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am any other than an honest man. whorefon smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is thorough with them in honeft taking up, then they must stand upon-security. I Fal. I give thee leave to tell me fo! I lay afide had as lief they would put ratfbane in my mouth, that which grows to me! If thou get'st any leave as offer to stop it with fecurity. I look'd he should of me, hang me; if thou tak'ft leave, thou wert have fent me two-and-twenty yards of fattin, as I better be hang'd: You hunt-counter, hence! am a true knight, and he fends me fecurity. Well, he may fleep in fecurity; for he hath the horn of abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines through it and yet cannot he fee, though he have his own lanthorn to light him. Where's Bardolph ? Page. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horfe. Fal. I bought him in Paul's 8, and he'll buy me avaunt! Serv. Sir, my lord would fpeak with you. Fal. My good lord!-God give your lordship good time of day. I am glad to fee your lordship abroad: I heard fay, your lordship was fick: I hope, your lordship goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet fome smack of age in you, fome relith of the 4 i. e. the 6 That I i. e. to gibe. 2 Mandrake is a root supposed to have the shape of a man. 3 That is, I never before had an agate for my man. Our author alludes to the little figures cut in agates, and other hard ftones, for feals; and therefore Falstaff says, I will fet you neither in gold nor filver. young man. 5 Mr. Steevens thinks, "this quibbling allusion is to the English real, rial, or royal; and that the poet fecins to mean, that a barber can no more earn fixpence by his face-royal, than by the face stamped on the coin called a royal; the one requiring as little shaving as the other." is, to keep a gentleman in expectation. 7 To be thorough seems to be the fame with the prefent phrafe to be in with (in debt) a tradefman. 8 At that time the refort of idle people, cheats, and knights of the poft. • This judge was Sir William Gascoigne, chief justice of the king's-bench, He died December 17, 1413, and was buried in Harwood church, in Yorkshire, 40 That is, blunderer. faltners |