Henry IV, Part 1

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expandMe Act I

expandMe Act I. Scene I. London. The palace.

1 - 1:    Act I. Scene I. London. The palace.

Enter King Henry, Lord John of Lancaster, the Earl of Westmoreland, Sir Walter Blunt and others

 

King Henry IV (1)

So shaken as we are, so wan with care,

Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,

And breathe short-winded accents of new broils

To be commenced in strands afar remote.

No more the thirsty entrance of this soil

Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood;

Nor more shall trenching war channel her fields,

Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs

Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes,

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Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven,

All of one nature, of one substance bred,

Did lately meet in the intestine shock

And furious close of civil butchery

Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks,

March all one way and be no more opposed

Against acquaintance, kindred and allies:

The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,

No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,

As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,

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Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross

We are impressed and engaged to fight,

Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;

Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb

To chase these pagans in those holy fields

Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet

Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd

For our advantage on the bitter cross.

But this our purpose now is twelve month old,

And bootless 'tis to tell you we will go:

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Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear

Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,

What yesternight our council did decree

In forwarding this dear expedience.

 

Westmoreland (2)

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 loaden with heavy news;

Whose worst was, that the noble Mortimer,

Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight

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Against the irregular and wild Glendower,

Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken,

A thousand of his people butchered;

Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse,

Such beastly shameless transformation,

By those Welshwomen done as may not be

Without much shame retold or spoken of.

 

King Henry IV (3)

It seems then that the tidings of this broil

Brake off our business for the Holy Land.

 

Westmoreland (4)

This match'd with other did, my gracious lord;

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For more uneven and unwelcome news

Came from the north and thus it did import:

On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there,

Young Harry Percy and brave Archibald,

That ever-valiant and approved Scot,

At Holmedon met,

Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour,

As by discharge of their artillery,

And shape of likelihood, the news was told;

For he that brought them, in the very heat

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And pride of their contention did take horse,

Uncertain of the issue any way.

 

King Henry IV (5)

Here is a dear, a true industrious friend,

Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse.

Stain'd with the variation of each soil

Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours;

And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news.

The Earl of Douglas is discomfited:

Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights,

Balk'd in their own blood did Sir Walter see

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On Holmedon's plains. Of prisoners, Hotspur took

Mordake the Earl of Fife, and eldest son

To beaten Douglas; and the Earl of Athol,

Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith:

And is not this an honourable spoil?

A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not?

 

Westmoreland (6)

In faith,

It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.

 

King Henry IV (7)

Yea, there thou makest me sad and makest me sin

In envy that my Lord Northumberland

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Should be the father to so blest a son,

A son who is the theme of honour's tongue;

Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant;

Who is sweet Fortune's minion and her pride:

Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him,

See riot and dishonour stain the brow

Of my young Harry. O that it could be proved

That some night-tripping fairy had exchanged

In cradle-clothes our children where they lay,

And call'd mine Percy, his Plantagenet!

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Then would I have his Harry, and he mine.

But let him from my thoughts. What think you, coz,

Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners,

Which he in this adventure hath surprised,

To his own use he keeps; and sends me word,

I shall have none but Mordake Earl of Fife.

 

Westmoreland (8)

This is his uncle's teaching; this is Worcester,

Malevolent to you in all aspects;

Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up

The crest of youth against your dignity.

 

King Henry IV (9)

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But I have sent for him to answer this;

And for this cause awhile we must neglect

Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.

Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we

Will hold at Windsor; so inform the lords:

But come yourself with speed to us again;

For more is to be said and to be done

Than out of anger can be uttered.

 

Westmoreland (10)

I will, my liege.

Exeunt

expandMe Act I. Scene II. London. An apartment of the Prince's.

1 - 2:    Act I. Scene II. London. An apartment of the Prince's.

Enter the Prince of Wales and Falstaff

 

Falstaff (11)

Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad?

 

Prince Henry (12)

Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack

and unbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping upon

benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to

demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know.

What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the

day? Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes

capons and clocks the tongues of bawds and dials the

signs of leaping-houses and the blessed sun himself

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a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta, I see no

reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand

the time of the day.

 

Falstaff (13)

Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that take

purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not

by Phoebus, he,'that wandering knight so fair.' And,

I prithee, sweet wag, when thou art king, as, God

save thy grace,--majesty I should say, for grace

thou wilt have none,--

 

Prince Henry (14)

What, none?

 

Falstaff (15)

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No, by my troth, not so much as will serve to

prologue to an egg and butter.

 

Prince Henry (16)

Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly.

 

Falstaff (17)

Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not

us that are squires of the night's body be called

thieves of the day's beauty: let us be Diana's

foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the

moon; and let men say we be men of good government,

being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and

chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.

 

Prince Henry (18)

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Thou sayest well, and it holds well too; for the

fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and

flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is,

by the moon. As, for proof, now: a purse of gold

most resolutely snatched on Monday night and most

dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with

swearing 'Lay by' and spent with crying 'Bring in;'

now in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder

and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows.

 

Falstaff (19)

By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. And is not my

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hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?

 

Prince Henry (20)

As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle. And

is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance?

 

Falstaff (21)

How now, how now, mad wag! what, in thy quips and

thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a

buff jerkin?

 

Prince Henry (22)

Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern?

 

Falstaff (23)

Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many a

time and oft.

 

Prince Henry (24)

Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part?

 

Falstaff (25)

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No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there.

 

Prince Henry (26)

Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch;

and where it would not, I have used my credit.

 

Falstaff (27)

Yea, and so used it that were it not here apparent

that thou art heir apparent--But, I prithee, sweet

wag, shall there be gallows standing in England when

thou art king? and resolution thus fobbed as it is

with the rusty curb of old father antic the law? Do

not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief.

 

Prince Henry (28)

No; thou shalt.

 

Falstaff (29)

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Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave judge.

 

Prince Henry (30)

Thou judgest false already: I mean, thou shalt have

the hanging of the thieves and so become a rare hangman.

 

Falstaff (31)

Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with my

humour as well as waiting in the court, I can tell

you.

 

Prince Henry (32)

For obtaining of suits?

 

Falstaff (33)

Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the hangman

hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as melancholy

as a gib cat or a lugged bear.

 

Prince Henry (34)

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Or an old lion, or a lover's lute.

 

Falstaff (35)

Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe.

 

Prince Henry (36)

What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy of

Moor-ditch?

 

Falstaff (37)

Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art indeed

the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young

prince. But, Hal, I prithee, trouble me no more

with vanity. I would to God thou and I knew where a

commodity of good names were to be bought. An old

lord of the council rated me the other day in the

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street about you, sir, but I marked him not; and yet

he talked very wisely, but I regarded him not; and

yet he talked wisely, and in the street too.

 

Prince Henry (38)

Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the

streets, and no man regards it.

 

Falstaff (39)

O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed able

to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon

me, Hal; God forgive thee for it! Before I knew

thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man

should speak truly, little better than one of the

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wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give

it over: by the Lord, and I do not, I am a villain:

I'll be damned for never a king's son in

Christendom.

 

Prince Henry (40)

Where shall we take a purse tomorrow, Jack?

 

Falstaff (41)

'Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an I

do not, call me villain and baffle me.

 

Prince Henry (42)

I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying

to purse-taking.

 

Falstaff (43)

Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a

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man to labour in his vocation.

Enter Poins

Poins! Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a

match. O, if men were to be saved by merit, what

hole in hell were hot enough for him? This is the

most omnipotent villain that ever cried 'Stand' to

a true man.

 

Prince Henry (44)

Good morrow, Ned.

 

Poins (45)

Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse?

what says Sir John Sack and Sugar? Jack! how

agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that thou

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soldest him on Good-Friday last for a cup of Madeira

and a cold capon's leg?

 

Prince Henry (46)

Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall have

his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of

proverbs: he will give the devil his due.

 

Poins (47)

Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil.

 

Prince Henry (48)

Else he had been damned for cozening the devil.

 

Poins (49)

But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by four

o'clock, early at Gadshill! there are pilgrims going

to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders

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riding to London with fat purses: I have vizards

for you all; you have horses for yourselves:

Gadshill lies toight in Rochester: I have bespoke

supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap: we may do it

as secure as sleep. If you will go, I will stuff

your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry

at home and be hanged.

 

Falstaff (50)

Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go not,

I'll hang you for going.

 

Poins (51)

You will, chops?

 

Falstaff (52)

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Hal, wilt thou make one?

 

Prince Henry (53)

Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith.

 

Falstaff (54)

There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good

fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood

royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings.

 

Prince Henry (55)

Well then, once in my days I'll be a madcap.

 

Falstaff (56)

Why, that's well said.

 

Prince Henry (57)

Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home.

 

Falstaff (58)

By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou art king.

 

Prince Henry (59)

I care not.

 

Poins (60)

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Sir John, I prithee, leave the prince and me alone:

I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure

that he shall go.

 

Falstaff (61)

Well, God give thee the spirit of persuasion and him

the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest may

move and what he hears may be believed, that the

true prince may, for recreation sake, prove a false

thief; for the poor abuses of the time want

countenance. Farewell: you shall find me in Eastcheap.

 

Prince Henry (62)

Farewell, thou latter spring! farewell, All-hallown summer!

Exit Falstaff

 

Poins (63)

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Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us

to-morrow: I have a jest to execute that I cannot

manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto and Gadshill

shall rob those men that we have already waylaid:

yourself and I will not be there; and when they

have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut

this head off from my shoulders.

 

Prince Henry (64)

How shall we part with them in setting forth?

 

Poins (65)

Why, we will set forth before or after them, and

appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at

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our pleasure to fail, and then will they adventure

upon the exploit themselves; which they shall have

no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon them.

 

Prince Henry (66)

Yea, but 'tis like that they will know us by our

horses, by our habits and by every other

appointment, to be ourselves.

 

Poins (67)

Tut! our horses they shall not see: I'll tie them

in the wood; our vizards we will change after we

leave them: and, sirrah, I have cases of buckram

for the nonce, to immask our noted outward garments.

 

Prince Henry (68)

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Yea, but I doubt they will be too hard for us.

 

Poins (69)

Well, for two of them, I know them to be as

true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for the

third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll

forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the

incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will

tell us when we meet at supper: how thirty, at

least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what

extremities he endured; and in the reproof of this

lies the jest.

 

Prince Henry (70)

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Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all things

necessary and meet me to-morrow night in Eastcheap;

there I'll sup. Farewell.

 

Poins (71)

Farewell, my lord.

Exit Poins

 

Prince Henry (72)

I know you all, and will awhile uphold

The unyoked humour of your idleness:

Yet herein will I imitate the sun,

Who doth permit the base contagious clouds

To smother up his beauty from the world,

That, when he please again to be himself,

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Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,

By breaking through the foul and ugly mists

Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.

If all the year were playing holidays,

To sport would be as tedious as to work;

But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come,

And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.

So, when this loose behavior I throw off

And pay the debt I never promised,

By how much better than my word I am,

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By so much shall I falsify men's hopes;

And like bright metal on a sullen ground,

My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,

Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes

Than that which hath no foil to set it off.

I'll so offend, to make offence a skill;

Redeeming time when men think least I will.

Exit

expandMe Act I. Scene III. London. The palace.

1 - 3:    Act I. Scene III. London. The palace.

Enter the King, Northumberland, Worcester, Hotspur, Sir Walter Blunt, and others

 

King Henry IV (73)

My blood hath been too cold and temperate,

Unapt to stir at these indignities,

And you have found me; for accordingly

You tread upon my patience: but be sure

I will from henceforth rather be myself,

Mighty and to be fear'd, than my condition;

Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,

And therefore lost that title of respect

Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud.

 

Earl of Worcester (74)

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Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves

The scourge of greatness to be used on it;

And that same greatness too which our own hands

Have holp to make so portly.

 

Northumberland (75)

My lord.--

 

King Henry IV (76)

Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see

Danger and disobedience in thine eye:

O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,

And majesty might never yet endure

The moody frontier of a servant brow.

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You have good leave to leave us: when we need

Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.

Exit Worcester

You were about to speak.

To North

 

Northumberland (77)

Yea, my good lord.

Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded,

Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,

Were, as he says, not with such strength denied

As is deliver'd to your majesty:

Either envy, therefore, or misprison

Is guilty of this fault and not my son.

 

Hotspur (78)

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My liege, I did deny no prisoners.

But I remember, when the fight was done,

When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,

Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,

Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd,

Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd

Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;

He was perfumed like a milliner;

And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held

A pouncet-box, which ever and anon

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He gave his nose and took't away again;

Who therewith angry, when it next came there,

Took it in snuff; and still he smiled and talk'd,

And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,

He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,

To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse

Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

With many holiday and lady terms

He question'd me; amongst the rest, demanded

My prisoners in your majesty's behalf.

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I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,

To be so pester'd with a popinjay,

Out of my grief and my impatience,

Answer'd neglectingly I know not what,

He should or he should not; for he made me mad

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

Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;

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And that it was great pity, so it was,

This villanous salt-petre should be digg'd

Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,

Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd

So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,

He would himself have been a soldier.

This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,

I answer'd indirectly, as I said;

And I beseech you, let not his report

Come current for an accusation

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Betwixt my love and your high majesty.

 

Sir Walter Blunt (79)

The circumstance consider'd, good my lord,

Whate'er Lord Harry Percy 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 never rise

To do him wrong or any way impeach

What then he said, so he unsay it now.

 

King Henry IV (80)

Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners,

But with proviso and exception,

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That we at our own charge shall ransom 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 that 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 but treason? and indent with fears,

When they have lost and forfeited themselves?

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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 ransom home revolted Mortimer.

 

Hotspur (81)

Revolted Mortimer!

He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,

But by the chance of war; to prove that true

Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds,

Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took

When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,

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In single opposition, hand to hand,

He did confound the best part of an hour

In changing hardiment with great Glendower:

Three times they breathed and three times did

they drink,

Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;

Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,

Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,

And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,

Bloodstained with these valiant combatants.

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Never did base and rotten policy

Colour her working with such deadly wounds;

Nor could the noble Mortimer

Receive so many, and all willingly:

Then let not him be slander'd with revolt.

 

King Henry IV (82)

Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him;

He never did encounter with Glendower:

I tell thee,

He durst as well have met the devil alone

As Owen Glendower for an enemy.

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Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth

Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer:

Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,

Or you shall hear in such a kind from me

As will displease you. My Lord Northumberland,

We licence your departure with your son.

Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.

Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and train

 

Hotspur (83)

An if the devil come and roar for them,

I will not send them: I will after straight

And tell him so; for I will ease my heart,

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Albeit I make a hazard of my head.

 

Northumberland (84)

What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile:

Here comes your uncle.

Enter Worcester

 

Hotspur (85)

Speak of Mortimer!

'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul

Want mercy, if I do not join with him:

Yea, on his part I'll empty all these veins,

And shed my dear blood drop by drop in the dust,

But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer

As high in the air as this unthankful king,

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As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.

 

Northumberland (86)

Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad.

 

Earl of Worcester (87)

Who struck this heat up after I was gone?

 

Hotspur (88)

He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners;

And when I urged the ransom once again

Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale,

And on my face he turn'd an eye of death,

Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.

 

Earl of Worcester (89)

I cannot blame him: was not he proclaim'd

By Richard that dead is the next of blood?

 

Northumberland (90)

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He was; I heard the proclamation:

And then it was when the unhappy king,

--Whose wrongs in us God pardon!--did set forth

Upon his Irish expedition;

From whence he intercepted did return

To be deposed and shortly murdered.

 

Earl of Worcester (91)

And for whose death we in the world's wide mouth

Live scandalized and foully spoken of.

 

Hotspur (92)

But soft, I pray you; did King Richard then

Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer

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Heir to the crown?

 

Northumberland (93)

He did; myself did hear it.

 

Hotspur (94)

Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,

That wished him on the barren mountains starve.

But shall it be that you, that set the crown

Upon the head of this forgetful man

And for his sake wear the detested blot

Of murderous subornation, shall it be,

That you a world of curses undergo,

Being the agents, or base second means,

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The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?

O, pardon me that I descend so low,

To show the line and the predicament

Wherein you range under this subtle king;

Shall it for shame be spoken in these days,

Or fill up chronicles in time to come,

That men of your nobility and power

Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,

As both of you--God pardon it!--have done,

To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,

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An plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?

And shall it in more shame be further spoken,

That you are fool'd, discarded and shook off

By him for whom these shames ye underwent?

No; yet time serves wherein you may redeem

Your banish'd honours and restore yourselves

Into the good thoughts of the world again,

Revenge the jeering and disdain'd contempt

Of this proud king, who studies day and night

To answer all the debt he owes to you

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Even with the bloody payment of your deaths:

Therefore, I say--

 

Earl of Worcester (95)

Peace, cousin, say no more:

And now I will unclasp a secret book,

And to your quick-conceiving discontents

I'll read you matter deep and dangerous,

As full of peril and adventurous spirit

As to o'er-walk a current roaring loud

On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.

 

Hotspur (96)

If he fall in, good night! or sink or swim:

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Send danger from the east unto the west,

So honour cross it from the north to south,

And let them grapple: O, the blood more stirs

To rouse a lion than to start a hare!

 

Northumberland (97)

Imagination of some great exploit

Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.

 

Hotspur (98)

By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,

To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,

Or dive into the bottom of the deep,

Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,

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And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;

So he that doth redeem her thence might wear

Without corrival, all her dignities:

But out upon this half-faced fellowship!

 

Earl of Worcester (99)

He apprehends a world of figures here,

But not the form of what he should attend.

Good cousin, give me audience for a while.

 

Hotspur (100)

I cry you mercy.

 

Earl of Worcester (101)

Those same noble Scots

That are your prisoners,--

 

Hotspur (102)

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I'll keep them all;

By God, he shall not have a Scot of them;

No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not:

I'll keep them, by this hand.

 

Earl of Worcester (103)

You start away

And lend no ear unto my purposes.

Those prisoners you shall keep.

 

Hotspur (104)

Nay, I will; that's flat:

He said he would not ransom Mortimer;

Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer;

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But I will find him when he lies asleep,

And in his ear I'll holla 'Mortimer!'

Nay,

I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak

Nothing but 'Mortimer,' and give it him

To keep his anger still in motion.

 

Earl of Worcester (105)

Hear you, cousin; a word.

 

Hotspur (106)

All studies here I solemnly defy,

Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke:

And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales,

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But that I think his father loves him not

And would be glad he met with some mischance,

I would have him poison'd with a pot of ale.

 

Earl of Worcester (107)

Farewell, kinsman: I'll talk to you

When you are better temper'd to attend.

 

Northumberland (108)

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!

 

Hotspur (109)

Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourged with rods,

Nettled and stung with pismires, when I hear

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Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.

In Richard's time,--what do you call the place?--

A plague upon it, it is in Gloucestershire;

'Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept,

His uncle York; where I first bow'd my knee

Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,--

'Sblood!--

When you and he came back from Ravenspurgh.

 

Northumberland (110)

At Berkley castle.

 

Hotspur (111)

You say true:

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Why, what a candy deal of courtesy

This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!

Look,'when his infant fortune came to age,'

And 'gentle Harry Percy,' and 'kind cousin;'

O, the devil take such cozeners! God forgive me!

Good uncle, tell your tale; I have done.

 

Earl of Worcester (112)

Nay, if you have not, to it again;

We will stay your leisure.

 

Hotspur (113)

I have done, i' faith.

 

Earl of Worcester (114)

Then once more to your Scottish prisoners.

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Deliver them up without their ransom straight,

And make the Douglas' son your only mean

For powers in Scotland; which, for divers reasons

Which I shall send you written, be assured,

Will easily be granted. You, my lord,

To Northumberland

Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,

Shall secretly into the bosom creep

Of that same noble prelate, well beloved,

The archbishop.

 

Hotspur (115)

Of York, is it not?

 

Earl of Worcester (116)

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True; who bears hard

His brother's death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop.

I speak not this in estimation,

As what I think might be, but what I know

Is ruminated, plotted and set down,

And only stays but to behold the face

Of that occasion that shall bring it on.

 

Hotspur (117)

I smell it: upon my life, it will do well.

 

Northumberland (118)

Before the game is afoot, thou still let'st slip.

 

Hotspur (119)

Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot;

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And then the power of Scotland and of York,

To join with Mortimer, ha?

 

Earl of Worcester (120)

And so they shall.

 

Hotspur (121)

In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.

 

Earl of Worcester (122)

And 'tis no little reason bids us speed,

To save our heads by raising of a head;

For, bear ourselves as even as we can,

The king will always think him in our debt,

And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,

Till he hath found a time to pay us home:

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And see already how he doth begin

To make us strangers to his looks of love.

 

Hotspur (123)

He does, he does: we'll be revenged on him.

 

Earl of Worcester (124)

Cousin, farewell: no further go in this

Than I by letters shall direct your course.

When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,

I'll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer;

Where you and Douglas and our powers at once,

As I will fashion it, shall happily meet,

To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,

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Which now we hold at much uncertainty.

 

Northumberland (125)

Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I trust.

 

Hotspur (126)

Uncle, Adieu: O, let the hours be short

Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport!

Exeunt

expandMe Act II

expandMe Act II. Scene I. Rochester. An inn yard.

2 - 1:    Act II. Scene I. Rochester. An inn yard.

Enter a Carrier with a lantern in his hand

 

First Carrier (127)

Heigh-ho! an it be not four by the day, I'll be

hanged: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and

yet our horse not packed. What, ostler!

 

Ostler (128)

[Within] Anon, anon.

 

First Carrier (129)

I prithee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks

in the point; poor jade, is wrung in the withers out

of all cess.

Enter another Carrier

 

Second Carrier (130)

Peas and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that

is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this

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house is turned upside down since Robin Ostler died.

 

First Carrier (131)

Poor fellow, never joyed since the price of oats

rose; it was the death of him.

 

Second Carrier (132)

I think this be the most villanous house in all

London road for fleas: I am stung like a tench.

 

First Carrier (133)

Like a tench! by the mass, there is ne'er a king

christen could be better bit than I have been since

the first cock.

 

Second Carrier (134)

Why, they will allow us ne'er a jordan, and then we

leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds

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fleas like a loach.

 

First Carrier (135)

What, ostler! come away and be hanged!

 

Second Carrier (136)

I have a gammon of bacon and two razors of ginger,

to be delivered as far as Charing-cross.

 

First Carrier (137)

God's body! the turkeys in my pannier are quite

starved. What, ostler! A plague on thee! hast thou

never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An

'twere not as good deed as drink, to break the pate

on thee, I am a very villain. Come, and be hanged!

hast thou no faith in thee?

Enter Gadshill

 

Gadshill (138)

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Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock?

 

First Carrier (139)

I think it be two o'clock.

 

Gadshill (140)

I pray thee lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding

in the stable.

 

First Carrier (141)

Nay, by God, soft; I know a trick worth two of that, i' faith.

 

Gadshill (142)

I pray thee, lend me thine.

 

Second Carrier (143)

Ay, when? can'st tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth

he? marry, I'll see thee hanged first.

 

Gadshill (144)

Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?

 

Second Carrier (145)

Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant

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thee. Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the

gentleman: they will along with company, for they

have great charge.

Exeunt carriers

 

Gadshill (146)

What, ho! chamberlain!

 

Chamberlain (147)

[Within] At hand, quoth pick-purse.

 

Gadshill (148)

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 layest the plot how.

Enter Chamberlain

 

Chamberlain (149)

Good morrow, Master Gadshill. It holds current that

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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 auditor; one

that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what.

They are up already, and call for eggs and butter;

they will away presently.

 

Gadshill (150)

Sirrah, if they meet not with Saint Nicholas'

clerks, I'll give thee this neck.

 

Chamberlain (151)

No, I'll none of it: I pray thee keep that for the

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hangman; for I know thou worshippest St. Nicholas

as truly as a man of falsehood may.

 

Gadshill (152)

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 is 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. I am joined with no

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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, zounds,

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.

 

Chamberlain (153)

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What, the commonwealth their boots? will she hold

out water in foul way?

 

Gadshill (154)

She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. We

steal as in a castle, cocksure; we have the receipt

of fern-seed, we walk invisible.

 

Chamberlain (155)

Nay, by my faith, I think you are more beholding to

the night than to fern-seed for your walking invisible.

 

Gadshill (156)

Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in our

purchase, as I am a true man.

 

Chamberlain (157)

Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief.

 

Gadshill (158)

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Go to; 'homo' is a common name to all men. Bid the

ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell,

you muddy knave.

Exeunt

expandMe Act II. Scene II. The highway, near Gadshill.

2 - 2:    Act II. Scene II. The highway, near Gadshill.

Enter Prince Henry and Poins

 

Poins (159)

Come, shelter, shelter: I have removed Falstaff's

horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet.

 

Prince Henry (160)

Stand close.

Enter Falstaff

 

Falstaff (161)

Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins!

 

Prince Henry (162)

Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! what a brawling dost

thou keep!

 

Falstaff (163)

Where's Poins, Hal?

 

Prince Henry (164)

He is walked up to the top of the hill: I'll go seek him.

 

Falstaff (165)

I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: the

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rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him I know

not where. If I travel but four foot by the squier

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 two and

twenty years, and yet I am bewitched with the

rogue's company. If the rascal hath not given me

medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it

could not be else: I have drunk medicines. Poins!

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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 to

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 it when thieves cannot be true one to another!

They whistle

Whew! A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you

rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged!

 

Prince Henry (166)

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Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close

to the ground and list if thou canst hear the tread

of travellers.

 

Falstaff (167)

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?

 

Prince Henry (168)

Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.

 

Falstaff (169)

I prithee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse,

good king's son.

 

Prince Henry (170)

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Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler?

 

Falstaff (171)

Go, hang thyself in thine 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.

Enter Gadshill, Bardolph and Peto

 

Gadshill (172)

Stand.

 

Falstaff (173)

So I do, against my will.

 

Poins (174)

O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. Bardolph,

what news?

 

Bardolph (175)

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Case ye, case ye; on with your vizards: there 's

money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going

to the king's exchequer.

 

Falstaff (176)

You lie, ye rogue; 'tis going to the king's tavern.

 

Gadshill (177)

There's enough to make us all.

 

Falstaff (178)

To be hanged.

 

Prince Henry (179)

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 on us.

 

Peto (180)

How many be there of them?

 

Gadshill (181)

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Some eight or ten.

 

Falstaff (182)

'Zounds, will they not rob us?

 

Prince Henry (183)

What, a coward, Sir John Paunch?

 

Falstaff (184)

Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather;

but yet no coward, Hal.

 

Prince Henry (185)

Well, we leave that to the proof.

 

Poins (186)

Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge:

when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him.

Farewell, and stand fast.

 

Falstaff (187)

Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.

 

Prince Henry (188)

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Ned, where are our disguises?

 

Poins (189)

Here, hard by: stand close.

Exeunt Prince Henry and Poins

 

Falstaff (190)

Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I:

every man to his business.

Enter the Travellers

 

First Traveller (191)

Come, neighbour: the boy shall lead our horses down

the hill; we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease our legs.

 

Thieves (192)

Stand!

 

Travellers (193)

Jesus bless us!

 

Falstaff (194)

Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats:

ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they

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hate us youth: down with them: fleece them.

 

Travellers (195)

O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever!

 

Falstaff (196)

Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone? 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, 'faith.

Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt

Enter Prince Henry and Poins

 

Prince Henry (197)

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 (198)

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Stand close; I hear them coming.

Enter the Thieves again

 

Falstaff (199)

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.

 

Prince Henry (200)

Your money!

 

Poins (201)

Villains!

As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set upon them; they all run away; and Falstaff, after a blow or two, runs away too, leaving the booty behind them

 

Prince Henry (202)

Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse:

The thieves are all scatter'd and possess'd with fear

So strongly that they dare not meet each other;

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Each takes his fellow for an officer.

Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death,

And lards the lean earth as he walks along:

Were 't not for laughing, I should pity him.

 

Poins (203)

How the rogue roar'd!

Exeunt

expandMe Act II. Scene III. Warkworth castle

2 - 3:    Act II. Scene III. Warkworth castle

Enter Hotspur, solus, reading a letter

 

Hotspur (204)

'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 more. '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

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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,

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very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is

this! Why, my lord of York commends the plot and the

general course of 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

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infidel! Ha! you shall see now in very sincerity

of fear and cold 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

skim milk with so honourable an action! Hang him!

let him tell the king: we are prepared. I will set

forward toight.

Enter Lady Percy

How now, Kate! I must leave you within these two hours.

 

Lady Percy (205)

O, my good lord, why are you thus alone?

For what offence have I this fortnight been

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A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?

Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee

Thy stomach, pleasure and thy golden sleep?

Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,

And start so often when thou sit'st alone?

Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks;

And given my treasures and my rights of thee

To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy?

In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd,

And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars;

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Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;

Cry 'Courage! to the field!' And thou hast talk'd

Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents,

Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,

Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,

Of prisoners' ransom and of soldiers slain,

And all the currents of a heady fight.

Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war

And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep,

That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow

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Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream;

And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,

Such as we see when men restrain their breath

On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these?

Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,

And I must know it, else he loves me not.

 

Hotspur (206)

What, ho!

Enter Servant

Is Gilliams with the packet gone?

 

Servant (207)

He is, my lord, an hour ago.

 

Hotspur (208)

Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff?

 

Servant (209)

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One horse, my lord, he brought even now.

 

Hotspur (210)

What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not?

 

Servant (211)

It is, my lord.

 

Hotspur (212)

That roan shall by my throne.

Well, I will back him straight: O esperance!

Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.

Exit Servant

 

Lady Percy (213)

But hear you, my lord.

 

Hotspur (214)

What say'st thou, my lady?

 

Lady Percy (215)

What is it carries you away?

 

Hotspur (216)

Why, my horse, my love, my horse.

 

Lady Percy (217)

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Out, you mad-headed ape!

A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen

As you are toss'd with. In faith,

I'll know your business, Harry, that I will.

I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir

About his title, and hath sent for you

To line his enterprise: but if you go,--

 

Hotspur (218)

So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.

 

Lady Percy (219)

Come, come, you paraquito, answer me

Directly unto this question that I ask:

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In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,

An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.

 

Hotspur (220)

Away,

Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not,

I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world

To play with mammets and to tilt with lips:

We must have bloody noses and crack'd crowns,

And pass them current too. God's me, my horse!

What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou

have with me?

 

Lady Percy (221)

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Do you not love me? do you not, indeed?

Well, do not then; for since you love me not,

I will not love myself. Do you not love me?

Nay, tell me if you speak in jest or no.

 

Hotspur (222)

Come, wilt thou see me ride?

And when I am on horseback, I will swear

I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate;

I must not have you henceforth question me

Whither I go, nor reason whereabout:

Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude,

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This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.

I know you wise, but yet no farther wise

Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are,

But yet a woman: and for secrecy,

No lady closer; for I well believe

Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;

And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.

 

Lady Percy (223)

How! so far?

 

Hotspur (224)

Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate:

Whither I go, thither shall you go too;

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Today will I set forth, to-morrow you.

Will this content you, Kate?

 

Lady Percy (225)

It must of force.

Exeunt

expandMe Act II. Scene IV. The Boar's-Head Tavern, Eastcheap.

2 - 4:    Act II. Scene IV. The Boar's-Head Tavern, Eastcheap.

Enter Prince Henry and Poins

 

Prince Henry (226)

Ned, prithee, come out of that fat room, and lend me

thy hand to laugh a little.

 

Poins (227)

Where hast been, Hal?

 

Prince Henry (228)

With three or four loggerheads amongst three or four

score hogsheads. I have sounded the very

base-string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother

to a leash of drawers; and can call them all by

their christen names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis.

They take it already upon their salvation, that

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though I be but the prince of Wales, yet I am king

of courtesy; and tell me flatly I am no proud Jack,

like Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, 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 Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dyeing

scarlet; and when you breathe 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 hour,

that I can drink with any tinker in his own language

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during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost

much honour, that thou wert not with me in this sweet

action. But, sweet Ned,--to sweeten which name of

Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped

even now into my hand by an under-skinker, one that

never spake other English in his life than 'Eight

shillings and sixpence' and 'You are welcome,' with

this shrill addition, 'Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint

of bastard in the Half-Moon,' or so. But, Ned, to

drive away the time till Falstaff come, I prithee,

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do thou stand in some by-room, while I question my

puny drawer to what end he gave me the sugar; and do

thou never leave calling 'Francis,' that his tale

to me may be nothing but 'Anon.' Step aside, and

I'll show thee a precedent.

 

Poins (229)

Francis!

 

Prince Henry (230)

Thou art perfect.

 

Poins (231)

Francis!

Exit Poins

Enter Francis

 

Francis (232)

Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the Pomgarnet, Ralph.

 

Prince Henry (233)

Come hither, Francis.

 

Francis (234)

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My lord?

 

Prince Henry (235)

How long hast thou to serve, Francis?

 

Francis (236)

Forsooth, five years, and as much as to--

 

Poins (237)

[Within] Francis!

 

Francis (238)

Anon, anon, sir.

 

Prince Henry (239)

Five year! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking

of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant

as to play the coward with thy indenture and show it

a fair pair of heels and run from it?

 

Francis (240)

O Lord, sir, I'll be sworn upon all the books in

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England, I could find in my heart.

 

Poins (241)

[Within] Francis!

 

Francis (242)

Anon, sir.

 

Prince Henry (243)

How old art thou, Francis?

 

Francis (244)

Let me see--about Michaelmas next I shall be--

 

Poins (245)

[Within] Francis!

 

Francis (246)

Anon, sir. Pray stay a little, my lord.

 

Prince Henry (247)

Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar thou

gavest me,'twas a pennyworth, wast't not?

 

Francis (248)

O Lord, I would it had been two!

 

Prince Henry (249)

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I will give thee for it a thousand pound: ask me

when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it.

 

Poins (250)

[Within] Francis!

 

Francis (251)

Anon, anon.

 

Prince Henry (252)

Anon, Francis? No, Francis; but to-morrow, Francis;

or, Francis, o' Thursday; or indeed, Francis, when

thou wilt. But, Francis!

 

Francis (253)

My lord?

 

Prince Henry (254)

Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crystal-button,

not-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter,

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smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,--

 

Francis (255)

O Lord, sir, who do you mean?

 

Prince Henry (256)

Why, then, your brown bastard is your only drink;

for look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet

will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much.

 

Francis (257)

What, sir?

 

Poins (258)

[Within] Francis!

 

Prince Henry (259)

Away, you rogue! dost thou not hear them call?

Here they both call him; the drawer stands amazed, not knowing which way

Enter Vintner

 

Vintner (260)

What, standest thou still, and hearest such a

calling? Look to the guests within.

Exit Francis

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My lord, old Sir John, with half-a-dozen more, are

at the door: shall I let them in?

 

Prince Henry (261)

Let them alone awhile, and then open the door.

Exit Vintner

Poins!

Enter Poins

 

Poins (262)

Anon, anon, sir.

 

Prince Henry (263)

Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at

the door: shall we be merry?

 

Poins (264)

As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark ye; what

cunning match have you made with this jest of the

drawer? come, what's the issue?

 

Prince Henry (265)

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I am now of all humours that have showed themselves

humours since the old days of goodman Adam to the

pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.

Enter Francis

What's o'clock, Francis?

 

Francis (266)

Anon, anon, sir.

Exit

 

Prince Henry (267)

That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a

parrot, and yet the son of a woman! His industry is

upstairs and downstairs; his eloquence the parcel of

a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the

Hotspur of the north; he that kills me some six or

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seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his

hands, and says to his wife 'Fie upon this quiet

life! I want work.' 'O my sweet Harry,' says she,

'how many hast thou killed today?' 'Give my roan

horse a drench,' says he; and answers 'Some

fourteen,' an hour after; 'a trifle, a trifle.' I

prithee, call in Falstaff: I'll play Percy, and

that damned brawn shall play Dame Mortimer his

wife. 'Rivo!' says the drunkard. Call in ribs, call in tallow.

Enter Falstaff, Gadshill, Bardolph, Peto and Francis following with wine

 

Poins (268)

Welcome, Jack: where hast thou been?

 

Falstaff (269)

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A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too!

marry, and amen! Give me a cup of sack, boy. Ere I

lead this life long, I'll sew nether stocks and mend

them and foot them too. A plague of all cowards!

Give me a cup of sack, rogue. Is there no virtue extant?

He drinks

 

Prince Henry (270)

Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter?

pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the sweet tale

of the sun's! if thou didst, then behold that compound.

 

Falstaff (271)

You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: there is

nothing but roguery to be found in villanous man:

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yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime

in it. A villanous coward! Go thy ways, old Jack;

die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be

not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a

shotten herring. There live not three good men

unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and

grows old: God help the while! a bad world, I say.

I would I were a weaver; I could sing psalms or any

thing. A plague of all cowards, I say still.

 

Prince Henry (272)

How now, wool-sack! what mutter you?

 

Falstaff (273)

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A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy

kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy

subjects afore thee like a flock of wild-geese,

I'll never wear hair on my face more. You Prince of Wales!

 

Prince Henry (274)

Why, you whoreson round man, what's the matter?

 

Falstaff (275)

Are not you a coward? answer me to that: and Poins there?

 

Poins (276)

'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, by the

Lord, I'll stab thee.

 

Falstaff (277)

I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere I call

thee coward: but I would give a thousand pound I

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could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight

enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your

back: call you that backing of your friends? A

plague upon such backing! give me them that will

face me. Give me a cup of sack: I am a rogue, if I

drunk today.

 

Prince Henry (278)

O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou

drunkest last.

 

Falstaff (279)

All's one for that.

He drinks

A plague of all cowards, still say I.

 

Prince Henry (280)

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What's the matter?

 

Falstaff (281)

What's the matter! there be four of us here have

ta'en a thousand pound this day morning.

 

Prince Henry (282)

Where is it, Jack? where is it?

 

Falstaff (283)

Where is it! taken from us it is: a hundred upon

poor four of us.

 

Prince Henry (284)

What, a hundred, man?

 

Falstaff (285)

I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a

dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scaped by

miracle. I am eight times thrust through the

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doublet, four through the hose; my buckler cut

through and through; my sword hacked like a

hand-saw--ecce signum! I never dealt better since

I was a man: all would not do. A plague of all

cowards! Let them speak: if they speak more or

less than truth, they are villains and the sons of darkness.

 

Prince Henry (286)

Speak, sirs; how was it?

 

Gadshill (287)

We four set upon some dozen--

 

Falstaff (288)

Sixteen at least, my lord.

 

Gadshill (289)

And bound them.

 

Peto (290)

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No, no, they were not bound.

 

Falstaff (291)

You rogue, they were bound, every man of them; or I

am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.

 

Gadshill (292)

As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh men set upon us--

 

Falstaff (293)

And unbound the rest, and then come in the other.

 

Prince Henry (294)

What, fought you with them all?

 

Falstaff (295)

All! I know not what you call all; but if I fought

not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish: if

there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old

Jack, then am I no two-legged creature.

 

Prince Henry (296)

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Pray God you have not murdered some of them.

 

Falstaff (297)

Nay, that's past praying for: I have peppered two

of them; two I am sure I have paid, two rogues

in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell

thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou

knowest my old ward; here I lay and thus I bore my

point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me--

 

Prince Henry (298)

What, four? thou saidst but two even now.

 

Falstaff (299)

Four, Hal; I told thee four.

 

Poins (300)

Ay, ay, he said four.

 

Falstaff (301)

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These four came all a-front, and mainly thrust at

me. I made me no more ado but took all their seven

points in my target, thus.

 

Prince Henry (302)

Seven? why, there were but four even now.

 

Falstaff (303)

In buckram?

 

Poins (304)

Ay, four, in buckram suits.

 

Falstaff (305)

Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else.

 

Prince Henry (306)

Prithee, let him alone; we shall have more anon.

 

Falstaff (307)

Dost thou hear me, Hal?

 

Prince Henry (308)

Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.

 

Falstaff (309)

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Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These nine

in buckram that I told thee of--

 

Prince Henry (310)

So, two more already.

 

Falstaff (311)

Their points being broken,--

 

Poins (312)

Down fell their hose.

 

Falstaff (313)

Began to give me ground: but I followed me close,

came in foot and hand; and with a thought seven of

the eleven I paid.

 

Prince Henry (314)

O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!

 

Falstaff (315)

But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten

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knaves in Kendal green came at my back and let drive

at me; for it was so dark, Hal, that thou couldst

not see thy hand.

 

Prince Henry (316)

These lies are like their father that begets them;

gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, thou

clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou

whoreson, obscene, grease tallow-catch,--

 

Falstaff (317)

What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth

the truth?

 

Prince Henry (318)

Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal

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green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy

hand? come, tell us your reason: what sayest thou to this?

 

Poins (319)

Come, your reason, Jack, your reason.

 

Falstaff (320)

What, upon compulsion? 'Zounds, an I were at the

strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would

not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on

compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as

blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon

compulsion, I.

 

Prince Henry (321)

I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguine

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coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker,

this huge hill of flesh,--

 

Falstaff (322)

'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried

neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O

for breath to utter what is like thee! you

tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile

standing-tuck,--

 

Prince Henry (323)

Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again: and

when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons,

hear me speak but this.

 

Poins (324)

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Mark, Jack.

 

Prince Henry (325)

We two saw you four set on four and bound them, and

were masters of their wealth. Mark now, how a plain

tale shall put you down. Then did we two set on you

four; and, with a word, out-faced you from your

prize, and have it; yea, and can show it you here in

the house: and, Falstaff, you carried your guts

away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roared

for mercy and still run and roared, as ever I heard

bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword

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as thou hast done, and then say it was in fight!

What trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst

thou now find out to hide thee from this open and

apparent shame?

 

Poins (326)

Come, let's hear, Jack; what trick hast thou now?

 

Falstaff (327)

By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye.

Why, hear you, my masters: was it for me to kill the

heir-apparent? should I turn upon the true prince?

why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules: but

beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true

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prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was now a

coward on instinct. I shall think the better of

myself 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 have the money. Hostess, clap

to the doors: watch toight, pray to-morrow.

Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles

of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be

merry? shall we have a play extempore?

 

Prince Henry (328)

Content; and the argument shall be thy running away.

 

Falstaff (329)

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Ah, no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!

Enter Hostess

 

Hostess (330)

O Jesu, my lord the prince!

 

Prince Henry (331)

How now, my lady the hostess! what sayest thou to

me?

 

Hostess (332)

Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at

door would speak with you: he says he comes from

your father.

 

Prince Henry (333)

Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and

send him back again to my mother.

 

Falstaff (334)

What manner of man is he?

 

Hostess (335)

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An old man.

 

Falstaff (336)

What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Shall

I give him his answer?

 

Prince Henry (337)

Prithee, do, Jack.

 

Falstaff (338)

'Faith, and I'll send him packing.

Exit Falstaff

 

Prince Henry (339)

Now, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair; so did you,

Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you

ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true

prince; no, fie!

 

Bardolph (340)

'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.

 

Prince Henry (341)

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'Faith, tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff's

sword so hacked?

 

Peto (342)

Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would

swear truth out of England but he would make you

believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like.

 

Bardolph (343)

Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass to

make them bleed, and then to beslubber our garments

with it and swear it was the blood of true men. I

did that I did not this seven year before, I blushed

to hear his monstrous devices.

 

Prince Henry (344)

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O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years

ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since

thou hast blushed extempore. Thou hadst fire and

sword on thy side, and yet thou rannest away: what

instinct hadst thou for it?

 

Bardolph (345)

My lord, do you see these meteors? do you behold

these exhalations?

 

Prince Henry (346)

I do.

 

Bardolph (347)

What think you they portend?

 

Prince Henry (348)

Hot livers and cold purses.

 

Bardolph (349)

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Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.

 

Prince Henry (350)

No, if rightly taken, halter.

Enter Falstaff

Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone.

How now, my sweet creature of bombast!

How long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee?

 

Falstaff (351)

My own knee! when I was about thy years, Hal, I was

not an eagle's talon in the waist; I could have

crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: a plague of

sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a

bladder. There's villanous news abroad: here was

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Sir John Bracy from your father; you must to the

court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the

north, Percy, and he of Wales, that gave Amamon the

bastinado and made Lucifer cuckold and swore the

devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh

hook--what a plague call you him?

 

Poins (352)

O, Glendower.

 

Falstaff (353)

Owen, Owen, the same; and his son-in-law Mortimer,

and old Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of

Scots, Douglas, that runs o' horseback up a hill

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perpendicular,--

 

Prince Henry (354)

He that rides at high speed and with his Pistol

kills a sparrow flying.

 

Falstaff (355)

You have hit it.

 

Prince Henry (356)

So did he never the sparrow.

 

Falstaff (357)

Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; he will not run.

 

Prince Henry (358)

Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so

for running!

 

Falstaff (359)

O' horseback, ye cuckoo; but afoot he will not budge a foot.

 

Prince Henry (360)

Yes, Jack, upon instinct.

 

Falstaff (361)

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I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too,

and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more:

Worcester is stolen away toight; thy father's

beard is turned white with the news: you may buy

land now as cheap as stinking mackerel.

 

Prince Henry (362)

Why, then, it is like, if there come a hot June and

this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads

as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds.

 

Falstaff (363)

By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like we

shall have good trading that way. But tell me, Hal,

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art not thou horrible afeard? thou being

heir-apparent, could the world pick thee out three

such enemies again as that fiend Douglas, that

spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou

not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill at

it?

 

Prince Henry (364)

Not a whit, i' faith; I lack some of thy instinct.

 

Falstaff (365)

Well, thou wert be horribly chid tomorrow when thou

comest to thy father: if thou love me, practise an answer.

 

Prince Henry (366)

Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon the

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particulars of my life.

 

Falstaff (367)

Shall I? content: this chair shall be my state,

this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my crown.

 

Prince Henry (368)

Thy state is taken for a joined-stool, thy golden

sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich

crown for a pitiful bald crown!

 

Falstaff (369)

Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee,

now shalt thou be moved. Give me a cup of sack to

make my eyes look red, that it may be thought I have

wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it

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in King Cambyses' vein.

 

Prince Henry (370)

Well, here is my leg.

 

Falstaff (371)

And here is my speech. Stand aside, nobility.

 

Hostess (372)

O Jesu, this is excellent sport, i' faith!

 

Falstaff (373)

Weep not, sweet queen; for trickling tears are vain.

 

Hostess (374)

O, the father, how he holds his countenance!

 

Falstaff (375)

For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen;

For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes.

 

Hostess (376)

O Jesu, he doth it as like one of these harlotry

players as ever I see!

 

Falstaff (377)

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Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle-brain.

Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy

time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though

the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster

it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the

sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I have

partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion,

but chiefly a villanous trick of thine eye and a

foolish-hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant

me. If then thou be son to me, here lies the point;

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why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall

the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher and eat

blackberries? a question not to be asked. Shall

the sun of England prove a thief and take purses? a

question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry,

which thou hast often heard of and it is known to

many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch,

as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth

the company thou keepest: for, Harry, now I do not

speak to thee in drink but in tears, not in

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pleasure but in passion, not in words only, but in

woes also: and yet there is a virtuous man whom I

have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name.

 

Prince Henry (378)

What manner of man, an it like your majesty?

 

Falstaff (379)

A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a

cheerful look, a pleasing eye and a most noble

carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or,

by'r lady, inclining to three score; and now I

remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man

should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry,

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I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be

known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then,

peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that

Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell

me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast

thou been this month?

 

Prince Henry (380)

Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me,

and I'll play my father.

 

Falstaff (381)

Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so

majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by

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the heels for a rabbit-sucker or a poulter's hare.

 

Prince Henry (382)

Well, here I am set.

 

Falstaff (383)

And here I stand: judge, my masters.

 

Prince Henry (384)

Now, Harry, whence come you?

 

Falstaff (385)

My noble lord, from Eastcheap.

 

Prince Henry (386)

The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.

 

Falstaff (387)

'Sblood, my lord, they are false: nay, I'll tickle

ye for a young prince, i' faith.

 

Prince Henry (388)

Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er look

on me. Thou art violently carried away from grace:

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there is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of an

old fat man; a tun of man is thy companion. Why

dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that

bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel

of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed

cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with

the pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that

grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in

years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and

drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a

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capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft?

wherein crafty, but in villany? wherein villanous,

but in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing?

 

Falstaff (389)

I would your grace would take me with you: whom

means your grace?

 

Prince Henry (390)

That villanous abominable misleader of youth,

Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan.

 

Falstaff (391)

My lord, the man I know.

 

Prince Henry (392)

I know thou dost.

 

Falstaff (393)

But to say I know more harm in him than in myself,

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were to say more than I know. That he is old, the

more the pity, his white hairs do witness it; but

that he is, saving your reverence, a whoremaster,

that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault,

God help the wicked! if to be old and merry be a

sin, then many an old host that I know is damned: if

to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine

are to be loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto,

banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack

Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff,

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valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant,

being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him

thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's

company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.

 

Prince Henry (394)

I do, I will.

A knocking heard

Exeunt Hostess, Francis, and Bardolph

Enter Bardolph, running

 

Bardolph (395)

O, my lord, my lord! the sheriff with a most

monstrous watch is at the door.

 

Falstaff (396)

Out, ye rogue! Play out the play: I have much to

say in the behalf of that Falstaff.

Enter the Hostess

 

Hostess (397)

O Jesu, my lord, my lord!

 

Prince Henry (398)

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Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick:

what's the matter?

 

Hostess (399)

The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they

are come to search the house. Shall I let them in?

 

Falstaff (400)

Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of

gold a counterfeit: thou art essentially mad,

without seeming so.

 

Prince Henry (401)

And thou a natural coward, without instinct.

 

Falstaff (402)

I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff,

so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a cart

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as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up!

I hope I shall as soon be strangled with a halter as another.

 

Prince Henry (403)

Go, hide thee behind the arras: the rest walk up

above. Now, my masters, for a true face and good

conscience.

 

Falstaff (404)

Both which I have had: but their date is out, and

therefore I'll hide me.

 

Prince Henry (405)

Call in the sheriff.

Exeunt all except Prince Henry and Peto

Enter Sheriff and the Carrier

Now, master sheriff, what is your will with me?

 

Sheriff (406)

First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry

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Hath follow'd certain men unto this house.

 

Prince Henry (407)

What men?

 

Sheriff (408)

One of them is well known, my gracious lord,

A gross fat man.

 

Carrier (409)

As fat as butter.

 

Prince Henry (410)

The man, I do assure you, is not here;

For I myself at this time have employ'd him.

And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee

That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,

Send him to answer thee, or any man,

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For any thing he shall be charged withal:

And so let me entreat you leave the house.

 

Sheriff (411)

I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen

Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks.

 

Prince Henry (412)

It may be so: if he have robb'd these men,

He shall be answerable; and so farewell.

 

Sheriff (413)

Good night, my noble lord.

 

Prince Henry (414)

I think it is good morrow, is it not?

 

Sheriff (415)

Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock.

Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier

 

Prince Henry (416)

This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go,

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call him forth.

 

Peto (417)

Falstaff!--Fast asleep behind the arras, and

snorting like a horse.

 

Prince Henry (418)

Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets.

He searcheth his pockets, and findeth certain papers

What hast thou found?

 

Peto (419)

Nothing but papers, my lord.

 

Prince Henry (420)

Let's see what they be: read them.

 

Peto (421)

[Reads] Item, A capon,. . 2s. 2d.

Item, Sauce,. . . 4d.

Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.

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Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d.

Item, Bread, ob.

 

Prince Henry (422)

O monstrous! but one half-penny-worth of bread to

this intolerable deal of sack! What there is else,

keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there

let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the

morning. We must all to the wars, and thy place

shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a

charge of foot; and I know his death will be a

march of twelve-score. The money shall be paid

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back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in

the morning; and so, good morrow, Peto.

Exeunt

 

Peto (423)

Good morrow, good my lord.

expandMe Act III

expandMe Act III. Scene I. Bangor. The Archdeacon's house.

3 - 1:    Act III. Scene I. Bangor. The Archdeacon's house.

Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Mortimer, and Glendower

 

Mortimer (424)

These promises are fair, the parties sure,

And our induction full of prosperous hope.

 

Hotspur (425)

Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower,

Will you sit down?

And uncle Worcester: a plague upon it!

I have forgot the map.

 

Glendower (426)

No, here it is.

Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur,

For by that name as oft as Lancaster

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Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale and with

A rising sigh he wisheth you in heaven.

 

Hotspur (427)

And you in hell, as oft as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of.

 

Glendower (428)

I cannot blame him: at my nativity

The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,

Of burning cressets; and at my birth

The frame and huge foundation of the earth

Shaked like a coward.

 

Hotspur (429)

Why, so it would have done at the same season, if

your mother's cat had but kittened, though yourself

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had never been born.

 

Glendower (430)

I say the earth did shake when I was born.

 

Hotspur (431)

And I say the earth was not of my mind,

If you suppose as fearing you it shook.

 

Glendower (432)

The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.

 

Hotspur (433)

O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,

And not in fear of your nativity.

Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth

In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth

Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd

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By the imprisoning of unruly wind

Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,

Shakes the old beldam earth and topples down

Steeples and moss-grown towers. At your birth

Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,

In passion shook.

 

Glendower (434)

Cousin, of many men

I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave

To tell you once again that at my birth

The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,

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The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds

Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.

These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;

And all the courses of my life do show

I am not in the roll of common men.

Where is he living, clipp'd in with the sea

That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,

Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?

And bring him out that is but woman's son

Can trace me in the tedious ways of art

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And hold me pace in deep experiments.

 

Hotspur (435)

I think there's no man speaks better Welsh.

I'll to dinner.

 

Mortimer (436)

Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad.

 

Glendower (437)

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

 

Hotspur (438)

Why, so can I, or so can any man;

But will they come when you do call for them?

 

Glendower (439)

Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command

The devil.

 

Hotspur (440)

And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil

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By telling truth: tell truth and shame the devil.

If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,

And I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence.

O, while you live, tell truth and shame the devil!

 

Mortimer (441)

Come, come, no more of this unprofitable chat.

 

Glendower (442)

Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head

Against my power; thrice from the banks of Wye

And sandy-bottom'd Severn have I sent him

Bootless home and weather-beaten back.

 

Hotspur (443)

Home without boots, and in foul weather too!

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How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?

 

Glendower (444)

Come, here's the map: shall we divide our right

According to our threefold order ta'en?

 

Mortimer (445)

The archdeacon hath divided it

Into three limits very equally:

England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,

By south and east is to my part assign'd:

All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,

And all the fertile land within that bound,

To Owen Glendower: and, dear coz, to you

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The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.

And our indentures tripartite are drawn;

Which being sealed interchangeably,

A business that this night may execute,

To-morrow, cousin Percy, you and I

And my good Lord of Worcester will set forth

To meet your father and the Scottish power,

As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.

My father Glendower is not ready yet,

Not shall we need his help these fourteen days.

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Within that space you may have drawn together

Your tenants, friends and neighbouring gentlemen.

 

Glendower (446)

A shorter time shall send me to you, lords:

And in my conduct shall your ladies come;

From whom you now must steal and take no leave,

For there will be a world of water shed

Upon the parting of your wives and you.

 

Hotspur (447)

Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here,

In quantity equals not one of yours:

See how this river comes me cranking in,

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And cuts me from the best of all my land

A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out.

I'll have the current in this place damm'd up;

And here the smug and silver Trent shall run

In a new channel, fair and evenly;

It shall not wind with such a deep indent,

To rob me of so rich a bottom here.

 

Glendower (448)

Not wind? it shall, it must; you see it doth.

 

Mortimer (449)

Yea, but

Mark how he bears his course, and runs me up

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With like advantage on the other side;

Gelding the opposed continent as much

As on the other side it takes from you.

 

Earl of Worcester (450)

Yea, but a little charge will trench him here

And on this north side win this cape of land;

And then he runs straight and even.

 

Hotspur (451)

I'll have it so: a little charge will do it.

 

Glendower (452)

I'll not have it alter'd.

 

Hotspur (453)

Will not you?

 

Glendower (454)

No, nor you shall not.

 

Hotspur (455)

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Who shall say me nay?

 

Glendower (456)

Why, that will I.

 

Hotspur (457)

Let me not understand you, then; speak it in Welsh.

 

Glendower (458)

I can speak English, lord, as well as you;

For I was train'd up in the English court;

Where, being but young, I framed to the harp

Many an English ditty lovely well

And gave the tongue a helpful ornament,

A virtue that was never seen in you.

 

Hotspur (459)

Marry,

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And I am glad of it with all my heart:

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew

Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers;

I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd,

Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;

And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,

Nothing so much as mincing poetry:

'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.

 

Glendower (460)

Come, you shall have Trent turn'd.

 

Hotspur (461)

I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land

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To any well-deserving friend;

But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,

I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?

 

Glendower (462)

The moon shines fair; you may away by night:

I'll haste the writer and withal

Break with your wives of your departure hence:

I am afraid my daughter will run mad,

So much she doteth on her Mortimer.

Exit Glendower

 

Mortimer (463)

Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father!

 

Hotspur (464)

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I cannot choose: sometime he angers me

With telling me of the mouldwarp and the ant,

Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies,

And of a dragon and a finless fish,

A clip-wing'd griffin and a moulten raven,

A couching lion and a ramping cat,

And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff

As puts me from my faith. I tell you what;

He held me last night at least nine hours

In reckoning up the several devils' names

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That were his lackeys: I cried 'hum,' and 'well, go to,'

But mark'd him not a word. O, he is as tedious

As a tired horse, a railing wife;

Worse than a smoky house: I had rather live

With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far,

Than feed on cates and have him talk to me

In any summer-house in Christendom.

 

Mortimer (465)

In faith, he is a worthy gentleman,

Exceedingly well read, and profited

In strange concealments, valiant as a lion

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And as wondrous affable and as bountiful

As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin?

He holds your temper in a high respect

And curbs himself even of his natural scope

When you come 'cross his humour; faith, he does:

I warrant you, that man is not alive

Might so have tempted him as you have done,

Without the taste of danger and reproof:

But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.

 

Earl of Worcester (466)

In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame;

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And since your coming hither have done enough

To put him quite beside his patience.

You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:

Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,--

And that's the dearest grace it renders you,--

Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,

Defect of manners, want of government,

Pride, haughtiness, opinion and disdain:

The least of which haunting a nobleman

Loseth men's hearts and leaves behind a stain

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Upon the beauty of all parts besides,

Beguiling them of commendation.

 

Hotspur (467)

Well, I am school'd: good manners be your speed!

Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.

Enter Glendower with the ladies

 

Mortimer (468)

This is the deadly spite that angers me;

My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh.

 

Glendower (469)

My daughter weeps: she will not part with you;

She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.

 

Mortimer (470)

Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy

Shall follow in your conduct speedily.

Glendower speaks to her in Welsh, and she answers him in the same

 

Glendower (471)

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She is desperate here; a peevish self-wind harlotry,

one that no persuasion can do good upon.

The lady speaks in Welsh

 

Mortimer (472)

I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh

Which thou pour'st down from these swelling heavens

I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,

In such a parley should I answer thee.

The lady speaks again in Welsh

I understand thy kisses and thou mine,

And that's a feeling disputation:

But I will never be a truant, love,

Till I have learned thy language; for thy tongue

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Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,

Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,

With ravishing division, to her lute.

 

Glendower (473)

Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.

The lady speaks again in Welsh

 

Mortimer (474)

O, I am ignorance itself in this!

 

Glendower (475)

She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down

And rest your gentle head upon her lap,

And she will sing the song that pleaseth you

And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep.

Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness,

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Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep

As is the difference betwixt day and night

The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team

Begins his golden progress in the east.

 

Mortimer (476)

With all my heart I'll sit and hear her sing:

By that time will our book, I think, be drawn

 

Glendower (477)

Do so;

And those musicians that shall play to you

Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence,

And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend.

 

Hotspur (478)

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Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come,

quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.

 

Lady Percy (479)

Go, ye giddy goose.

The music plays

 

Hotspur (480)

Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh;

And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous.

By'r lady, he is a good musician.

 

Lady Percy (481)

Then should you be nothing but musical for you are

altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief,

and hear the lady sing in Welsh.

 

Hotspur (482)

I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.

 

Lady Percy (483)

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Wouldst thou have thy head broken?

 

Hotspur (484)

No.

 

Lady Percy (485)

Then be still.

 

Hotspur (486)

Neither;'tis a woman's fault.

 

Lady Percy (487)

Now God help thee!

 

Hotspur (488)

To the Welsh lady's bed.

 

Lady Percy (489)

What's that?

 

Hotspur (490)

Peace! she sings.

Here the lady sings a Welsh song

 

Hotspur (491)

Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.

 

Lady Percy (492)

Not mine, in good sooth.

 

Hotspur (493)

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Not yours, in good sooth! Heart! you swear like a

comfit-maker's wife. 'Not you, in good sooth,' and

'as true as I live,' and 'as God shall mend me,' and

'as sure as day,'

And givest such sarcenet surety for thy oaths,

As if thou never walk'st further than Finsbury.

Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art,

A good mouth-filling oath, and leave 'in sooth,'

And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,

To velvet-guards and Sunday-citizens.

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Come, sing.

 

Lady Percy (494)

I will not sing.

 

Hotspur (495)

'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast

teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away

within these two hours; and so, come in when ye will.

Exit

 

Glendower (496)

Come, come, Lord Mortimer; you are as slow

As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go.

By this our book is drawn; we'll but seal,

And then to horse immediately.

 

Mortimer (497)

With all my heart.

Exeunt

expandMe Act III. Scene II. London. The palace.

3 - 2:    Act III. Scene II. London. The palace.

Enter King Henry IV, Prince Henry, and others

 

King Henry IV (498)

Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and I

Must have some private conference; but be near at hand,

For we shall presently have need of you.

Exeunt Lords

I know not whether God will have it so,

For some displeasing service I have done,

That, in his secret doom, out of my blood

He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me;

But thou dost in thy passages of life

Make me believe that thou art only mark'd

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For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven

To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else,

Could such inordinate and low desires,

Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts,

Such barren pleasures, rude society,

As thou art match'd withal and grafted to,

Accompany the greatness of thy blood

And hold their level with thy princely heart?

 

Prince Henry (499)

So please your majesty, I would I could

Quit all offences with as clear excuse

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As well as I am doubtless I can purge

Myself of many I am charged withal:

Yet such extenuation let me beg,

As, in reproof of many tales devised,

which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear,

By smiling pick-thanks and base news-mongers,

I may, for some things true, wherein my youth

Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,

Find pardon on my true submission.

 

King Henry IV (500)

God pardon thee! yet let me wonder, Harry,

30

At thy affections, which do hold a wing

Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.

Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost.

Which by thy younger brother is supplied,

And art almost an alien to the hearts

Of all the court and princes of my blood:

The hope and expectation of thy time

Is ruin'd, and the soul of every man

Prophetically doth forethink thy fall.

Had I so lavish of my presence been,

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So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,

So stale and cheap to vulgar company,

Opinion, that did help me to the crown,

Had still kept loyal to possession

And left me in reputeless banishment,

A fellow of no mark nor likelihood.

By being seldom seen, I could not stir

But like a comet I was wonder'd at;

That men would tell their children 'This is he;'

Others would say 'Where, which is Bolingbroke?'

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And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,

And dress'd myself in such humility

That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,

Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths,

Even in the presence of the crowned king.

Thus did I keep my person fresh and new;

My presence, like a robe pontifical,

Ne'er seen but wonder'd at: and so my state,

Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast

And won by rareness such solemnity.

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The skipping king, he ambled up and down

With shallow jesters and rash bavin wits,

Soon kindled and soon burnt; carded his state,

Mingled his royalty with capering fools,

Had his great name profaned with their scorns

And gave his countenance, against his name,

To laugh at gibing boys and stand the push

Of every beardless vain comparative,

Grew a companion to the common streets,

Enfeoff'd himself to popularity;

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That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,

They surfeited with honey and began

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little

More than a little is by much too much.

So when he had occasion to be seen,

He was but as the cuckoo is in June,

Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes

As, sick and blunted with community,

Afford no extraordinary gaze,

Such as is bent on sun-like majesty

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When it shines seldom in admiring eyes;

But rather drowzed and hung their eyelids down,

Slept in his face and render'd such aspect

As cloudy men use to their adversaries,

Being with his presence glutted, gorged and full.

And in that very line, Harry, standest thou;

For thou has lost thy princely privilege

With vile participation: not an eye

But is a-weary of thy common sight,

Save mine, which hath desired to see thee more;

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Which now doth that I would not have it do,

Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.

 

Prince Henry (501)

I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord,

Be more myself.

 

King Henry IV (502)

For all the world

As thou art to this hour was Richard then

When I from France set foot at Ravenspurgh,

And even as I was then is Percy now.

Now, by my sceptre and my soul to boot,

He hath more worthy interest to the state

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Than thou the shadow of succession;

For of no right, nor colour like to right,

He doth fill fields with harness in the realm,

Turns head against the lion's armed jaws,

And, being no more in debt to years than thou,

Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on

To bloody battles and to bruising arms.

What never-dying honour hath he got

Against renowned Douglas! whose high deeds,

Whose hot incursions and great name in arms

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Holds from all soldiers chief majority

And military title capital

Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ:

Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathling clothes,

This infant warrior, in his enterprises

Discomfited great Douglas, ta'en him once,

Enlarged him and made a friend of him,

To fill the mouth of deep defiance up

And shake the peace and safety of our throne.

And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland,

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The Archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer,

Capitulate against us and are up.

But wherefore do I tell these news to thee?

Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,

Which art my near'st and dearest enemy?

Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear,

Base inclination and the start of spleen

To fight against me under Percy's pay,

To dog his heels and curtsy at his frowns,

To show how much thou art degenerate.

 

Prince Henry (503)

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Do not think so; you shall not find it so:

And God forgive them that so much have sway'd

Your majesty's good thoughts away from me!

I will redeem all this on Percy's head

And in the closing of some glorious day

Be bold to tell you that I am your son;

When I will wear a garment all of blood

And stain my favours in a bloody mask,

Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it:

And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,

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That this same child of honour and renown,

This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,

And your unthought-of Harry chance to meet.

For every honour sitting on his helm,

Would they were multitudes, and on my head

My shames redoubled! for the time will come,

That I shall make this northern youth exchange

His glorious deeds for my indignities.

Percy is but my factor, good my lord,

To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf;

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And I will call him to so strict account,

That he shall render every glory up,

Yea, even the slightest worship of his time,

Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.

This, in the name of God, I promise here:

The which if He be pleased I shall perform,

I do beseech your majesty may salve

The long-grown wounds of my intemperance:

If not, the end of life cancels all bands;

And I will die a hundred thousand deaths

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Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.

 

King Henry IV (504)

A hundred thousand rebels die in this:

Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust herein.

Enter Blunt

How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed.

 

Sir Walter Blunt (505)

So hath the business that I come to speak of.

Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word

That Douglas and the English rebels met

The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury

A mighty and a fearful head they are,

If promises be kept on every hand,

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As ever offer'd foul play in the state.

 

King Henry IV (506)

The Earl of Westmoreland set forth today;

With him my son, Lord John of Lancaster;

For this advertisement is five days old:

On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set forward;

On Thursday we ourselves will march: our meeting

Is Bridgenorth: and, Harry, you shall march

Through Gloucestershire; by which account,

Our business valued, some twelve days hence

Our general forces at Bridgenorth shall meet.

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Our hands are full of business: let's away;

Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay.

Exeunt

expandMe Act III. Scene III. Eastcheap. The Boar's-Head Tavern.

3 - 3:    Act III. Scene III. Eastcheap. The Boar's-Head Tavern.

Enter Falstaff and Bardolph

 

Falstaff (507)

Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this last

action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why my

skin hangs about me like an like an old lady's loose

gown; I am withered like an old apple-john. Well,

I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some

liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I

shall have no strength to repent. An I have not

forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I

am a peppercorn, a brewer's horse: the inside of a

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church! Company, villanous company, hath been the

spoil of me.

 

Bardolph (508)

Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long.

 

Falstaff (509)

Why, there is it: come sing me a bawdy song; make

me merry. I was as virtuously given as a gentleman

need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not

above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once

in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I

borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in

good compass: and now I live out of all order, out

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of all compass.

 

Bardolph (510)

Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you must needs

be out of all compass, out of all reasonable

compass, Sir John.

 

Falstaff (511)

Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life:

thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in

the poop, but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the

Knight of the Burning Lamp.

 

Bardolph (512)

Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm.

 

Falstaff (513)

No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it as many

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a man doth of a Death's-head or a memento mori: I

never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire and

Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his

robes, burning, burning. If thou wert any way

given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath

should be 'By this fire, that's God's angel:' but

thou art altogether given over; and wert indeed, but

for the light in thy face, the son of utter

darkness. When thou rannest up Gadshill in the

night to catch my horse, if I did not think thou

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hadst been an ignis fatuus or a ball of wildfire,

there's no purchase in money. O, thou art a

perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light!

Thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and

torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt

tavern and tavern: but the sack that thou hast

drunk me would have bought me lights as good cheap

at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have

maintained that salamander of yours with fire any

time this two and thirty years; God reward me for

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it!

 

Bardolph (514)

'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly!

 

Falstaff (515)

God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burned.

Enter Hostess

How now, Dame Partlet the hen! have you inquired

yet who picked my pocket?

 

Hostess (516)

Why, Sir John, what do you think, Sir John? do you

think I keep thieves in my house? I have searched,

I have inquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy

by boy, servant by servant: the tithe of a hair

was never lost in my house before.

 

Falstaff (517)

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Ye lie, hostess: Bardolph was shaved and lost many

a hair; and I'll be sworn my pocket was picked. Go

to, you are a woman, go.

 

Hostess (518)

Who, I? no; I defy thee: God's light, I was never

called so in mine own house before.

 

Falstaff (519)

Go to, I know you well enough.

 

Hostess (520)

No, Sir John; You do not know me, Sir John. I know

you, Sir John: you owe me money, Sir John; and now

you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I bought

you a dozen of shirts to your back.

 

Falstaff (521)

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Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to

bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them.

 

Hostess (522)

Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight

shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, Sir

John, for your diet and by-drinkings, and money lent

you, four and twenty pound.

 

Falstaff (523)

He had his part of it; let him pay.

 

Hostess (524)

He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing.

 

Falstaff (525)

How! poor? look upon his face; what call you rich?

let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks:

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Ill not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker

of me? shall I not take mine case in mine inn but I

shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a

seal-ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark.

 

Hostess (526)

O Jesu, I have heard the prince tell him, I know not

how oft, that ring was copper!

 

Falstaff (527)

How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup: 'sblood, an

he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog, if he

would say so.

Enter Prince Henry and Peto, marching, and Falstaff meets them playing on

How now, lad! is the wind in that door, i' faith?

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must we all march?

 

Bardolph (528)

Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.

 

Hostess (529)

My lord, I pray you, hear me.

 

Prince Henry (530)

What sayest thou, Mistress Quickly? How doth thy

husband? I love him well; he is an honest man.

 

Hostess (531)

Good my lord, hear me.

 

Falstaff (532)

Prithee, let her alone, and list to me.

 

Prince Henry (533)

What sayest thou, Jack?

 

Falstaff (534)

The other night I fell asleep here behind the arras

and had my pocket picked: this house is turned

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bawdy-house; they pick pockets.

 

Prince Henry (535)

What didst thou lose, Jack?

 

Falstaff (536)

Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds of

forty pound apiece, and a seal-ring of my

grandfather's.

 

Prince Henry (537)

A trifle, some eight-penny matter.

 

Hostess (538)

So I told him, my lord; and I said I heard your

grace say so: and, my lord, he speaks most vilely

of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is; and said

he would cudgel you.

 

Prince Henry (539)

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What! he did not?

 

Hostess (540)

There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else.

 

Falstaff (541)

There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed

prune; nor no more truth in thee than in a drawn

fox; and for womanhood, Maid Marian may be the

deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing,

go

 

Hostess (542)

Say, what thing? what thing?

 

Falstaff (543)

What thing! why, a thing to thank God on.

 

Hostess (544)

I am no thing to thank God on, I would thou

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shouldst know it; I am an honest man's wife: and,

setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to

call me so.

 

Falstaff (545)

Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say

otherwise.

 

Hostess (546)

Say, what beast, thou knave, thou?

 

Falstaff (547)

What beast! why, an otter.

 

Prince Henry (548)

An otter, Sir John! Why an otter?

 

Falstaff (549)

Why, she's neither fish nor flesh; a man knows not

where to have her.

 

Hostess (550)

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Thou art an unjust man in saying so: thou or any

man knows where to have me, thou knave, thou!

 

Prince Henry (551)

Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly.

 

Hostess (552)

So he doth you, my lord; and said this other day you

ought him a thousand pound.

 

Prince Henry (553)

Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?

 

Falstaff (554)

A thousand pound, Ha! a million: thy love is worth

a million: thou owest me thy love.

 

Hostess (555)

Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said he would

cudgel you.

 

Falstaff (556)

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Did I, Bardolph?

 

Bardolph (557)

Indeed, Sir John, you said so.

 

Falstaff (558)

Yea, if he said my ring was copper.

 

Prince Henry (559)

I say 'tis copper: darest thou be as good as thy word now?

 

Falstaff (560)

Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, I dare:

but as thou art prince, I fear thee as I fear the

roaring of a lion's whelp.

 

Prince Henry (561)

And why not as the lion?

 

Falstaff (562)

The king is to be feared as the lion: dost thou

think I'll fear thee as I fear thy father? nay, an

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I do, I pray God my girdle break.

 

Prince Henry (563)

O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about thy

knees! But, sirrah, there's no room for faith,

truth, nor honesty in this bosom of thine; it is all

filled up with guts and midriff. Charge an honest

woman with picking thy pocket! why, thou whoreson,

impudent, embossed rascal, if there were anything in

thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of

bawdy-houses, and one poor penny-worth of

sugar-candy to make thee long-winded, if thy pocket

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were enriched with any other injuries but these, I

am a villain: and yet you will stand to if; you will

not pocket up wrong: art thou not ashamed?

 

Falstaff (564)

Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest in the state of

innocency Adam fell; and what should poor Jack

Falstaff do in the days of villany? Thou seest I

have more flesh than another man, and therefore more

frailty. You confess then, you picked my pocket?

 

Prince Henry (565)

It appears so by the story.

 

Falstaff (566)

Hostess, I forgive thee: go, make ready breakfast;

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love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy

guests: thou shalt find me tractable to any honest

reason: thou seest I am pacified still. Nay,

prithee, be gone.

Exit Hostess

Now Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery,

lad, how is that answered?

 

Prince Henry (567)

O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to

thee: the money is paid back again.

 

Falstaff (568)

O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double labour.

 

Prince Henry (569)

I am good friends with my father and may do any thing.

 

Falstaff (570)

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Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, and

do it with unwashed hands too.

 

Bardolph (571)

Do, my lord.

 

Prince Henry (572)

I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot.

 

Falstaff (573)

I would it had been of horse. Where shall I find

one that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of the

age of two and twenty or thereabouts! I am

heinously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for

these rebels, they offend none but the virtuous: I

laud them, I praise them.

 

Prince Henry (574)

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Bardolph!

 

Bardolph (575)

My lord?

 

Prince Henry (576)

Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster, to my

brother John; this to my Lord of Westmoreland.

Exit Bardolph

Go, Peto, to horse, to horse; for thou and I have

thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.

Exit Peto

Jack, meet me to-morrow in the temple hall at two

o'clock in the afternoon.

There shalt thou know thy charge; and there receive

Money and order for their furniture.

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The land is burning; Percy stands on high;

And either we or they must lower lie.

Exit Prince Henry

 

Falstaff (577)

Rare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come!

O, I could wish this tavern were my drum!

Exit

expandMe Act IV

expandMe Act IV. Scene I. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.

4 - 1:    Act IV. Scene I. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.

Enter Hotspur, Worcester, and Doublas

 

Hotspur (578)

Well said, my noble Scot: if speaking truth

In this fine age were not thought flattery,

Such attribution should the Douglas have,

As not a soldier of this season's stamp

Should go so general current through the world.

By God, I cannot flatter; I do defy

The tongues of soothers; but a braver place

In my heart's love hath no man than yourself:

Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.

 

Earl of Douglas (579)

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Thou art the king of honour:

No man so potent breathes upon the ground

But I will beard him.

 

Hotspur (580)

Do so, and 'tis well.

Enter a messenger with letters

What letters hast thou there?--I can but thank you.

 

Messenger (581)

These letters come from your father.

 

Hotspur (582)

Letters from him! why comes he not himself?

 

Messenger (583)

He cannot come, my lord; he is grievous sick.

 

Hotspur (584)

'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick

In such a rustling time? Who leads his power?

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Under whose government come they along?

 

Messenger (585)

His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord.

 

Earl of Worcester (586)

I prithee, tell me, doth he keep his bed?

 

Messenger (587)

He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth;

And at the time of my departure thence

He was much fear'd by his physicians.

 

Earl of Worcester (588)

I would the state of time had first been whole

Ere he by sickness had been visited:

His health was never better worth than now.

 

Hotspur (589)

Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect

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The very life-blood of our enterprise;

'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.

He writes me here, that inward sickness--

And that his friends by deputation could not

So soon be drawn, nor did he think it meet

To lay so dangerous and dear a trust

On any soul removed but on his own.

Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,

That with our small conjunction we should on,

To see how fortune is disposed to us;

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For, as he writes, there is no quailing now.

Because the king is certainly possess'd

Of all our purposes. What say you to it?

 

Earl of Worcester (590)

Your father's sickness is a maim to us.

 

Hotspur (591)

A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off:

And yet, in faith, it is not; his present want

Seems more than we shall find it: were it good

To set the exact wealth of all our states

All at one cast? to set so rich a main

On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?

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It were not good; for therein should we read

The very bottom and the soul of hope,

The very list, the very utmost bound

Of all our fortunes.

 

Earl of Douglas (592)

'Faith, and so we should;

Where now remains a sweet reversion:

We may boldly spend upon the hope of what

Is to come in:

A comfort of retirement lives in this.

 

Hotspur (593)

A rendezvous, a home to fly unto.

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If that the devil and mischance look big

Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.

 

Earl of Worcester (594)

But yet I would your father had been here.

The quality and hair of our attempt

Brooks no division: it will be thought

By some, that know not why he is away,

That wisdom, loyalty and mere dislike

Of our proceedings kept the earl from hence:

And think how such an apprehension

May turn the tide of fearful faction

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And breed a kind of question in our cause;

For well you know we of the offering side

Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement,

And stop all sight-holes, every loop from whence

The eye of reason may pry in upon us:

This absence of your father's draws a curtain,

That shows the ignorant a kind of fear

Before not dreamt of.

 

Hotspur (595)

You strain too far.

I rather of his absence make this use:

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It lends a lustre and more great opinion,

A larger dare to our great enterprise,

Than if the earl were here; for men must think,

If we without his help can make a head

To push against a kingdom, with his help

We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.

Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.

 

Earl of Douglas (596)

As heart can think: there is not such a word

Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear.

Enter Sir Richard Vernon

 

Hotspur (597)

My cousin Vernon, welcome, by my soul.

 

Vernon (598)

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Pray God my news be worth a welcome, lord.

The Earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong,

Is marching hitherwards; with him Prince John.

 

Hotspur (599)

No harm: what more?

 

Vernon (600)

And further, I have learn'd,

The king himself in person is set forth,

Or hitherwards intended speedily,

With strong and mighty preparation.

 

Hotspur (601)

He shall be welcome too. Where is his son,

The nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales,

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And his comrades, that daff'd the world aside,

And bid it pass?

 

Vernon (602)

All furnish'd, all in arms;

All plumed like estridges that with the wind

Baited like eagles having lately bathed;

Glittering in golden coats, like images;

As full of spirit as the month of May,

And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;

Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.

I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,

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His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd

Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,

And vaulted with such ease into his seat,

As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,

To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus

And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

 

Hotspur (603)

No more, no more: worse than the sun in March,

This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come:

They come like sacrifices in their trim,

And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war

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All hot and bleeding will we offer them:

The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit

Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire

To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh

And yet not ours. Come, let me taste my horse,

Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt

Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales:

Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,

Meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse.

O that Glendower were come!

 

Vernon (604)

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There is more news:

I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,

He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.

 

Earl of Douglas (605)

That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet.

 

Worcester (606)

Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound.

 

Hotspur (607)

What may the king's whole battle reach unto?

 

Vernon (608)

To thirty thousand.

 

Hotspur (609)

Forty let it be:

My father and Glendower being both away,

The powers of us may serve so great a day

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Come, let us take a muster speedily:

Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.

 

Earl of Douglas (610)

Talk not of dying: I am out of fear

Of death or death's hand for this one-half year.

Exeunt

expandMe Act IV. Scene II. A public road near Coventry.

4 - 3:    Act IV. Scene II. A public road near Coventry.

Enter Falstaff and Bardolph

 

Falstaff (611)

Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a

bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march through;

we'll to Sutton Co'fil' tonight.

 

Bardolph (612)

Will you give me money, captain?

 

Falstaff (613)

Lay out, lay out.

 

Bardolph (614)

This bottle makes an angel.

 

Falstaff (615)

An if it do, take it for thy labour; and if it make

twenty, take them all; I'll answer the coinage. Bid

my lieutenant Peto meet me at town's end.

 

Bardolph (616)

10

I will, captain: farewell.

Exit

 

Falstaff (617)

If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused

gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably.

I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty

soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me

none but good house-holders, yeoman's sons; inquire

me out contracted bachelors, such as had been asked

twice on the banns; such a commodity of warm slaves,

as had as lieve hear the devil as a drum; such as

fear the report of a caliver worse than a struck

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fowl or a hurt wild-duck. I pressed me none but such

toasts-and-butter, with hearts in their bellies no

bigger than pins' heads, and they have bought out

their services; and now my whole charge consists of

ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of

companies, slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the

painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked his

sores; and such as indeed were never soldiers, but

discarded unjust serving-men, younger sons to

younger brothers, revolted tapsters and ostlers

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trade-fallen, the cankers of a calm world and a

long peace, ten times more dishonourable ragged than

an old faced ancient: and such have I, to fill up

the rooms of them that have bought out their

services, that you would think that I had a hundred

and fifty tattered prodigals lately come from

swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. A mad

fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded

all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye

hath seen such scarecrows. I'll not march through

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Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the

villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had

gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of

prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my

company; and the half shirt is two napkins tacked

together and thrown over the shoulders like an

herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say

the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's, or

the red-nose innkeeper of Daventry. But that's all

one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge.

Enter the Prince and Westmoreland

 

Prince Henry (618)

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How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt!

 

Falstaff (619)

What, Hal! how now, mad wag! what a devil dost thou

in Warwickshire? My good Lord of Westmoreland, I

cry you mercy: I thought your honour had already been

at Shrewsbury.

 

Westmoreland (620)

Faith, Sir John,'tis more than time that I were

there, and you too; but my powers are there already.

The king, I can tell you, looks for us all: we must

away all night.

 

Falstaff (621)

Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat to

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steal cream.

 

Prince Henry (622)

I think, to steal cream indeed, for thy theft hath

already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, whose

fellows are these that come after?

 

Falstaff (623)

Mine, Hal, mine.

 

Prince Henry (624)

I did never see such pitiful rascals.

 

Falstaff (625)

Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food

for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better:

tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.

 

Westmoreland (626)

Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor

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and bare, too beggarly.

 

Falstaff (627)

'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had

that; and for their bareness, I am sure they never

learned that of me.

 

Prince Henry (628)

No I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on

the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste: Percy is

already in the field.

 

Falstaff (629)

What, is the king encamped?

 

Westmoreland (630)

He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long.

 

Falstaff (631)

Well,

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To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast

Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.

Exeunt

expandMe Act IV. Scene III. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.

4 - 3:    Act IV. Scene III. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.

Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Doublas, and Vernon

 

Hotspur (632)

We'll fight with him toight.

 

Earl of Worcester (633)

It may not be.

 

Earl of Douglas (634)

You give him then the advantage.

 

Vernon (635)

Not a whit.

 

Hotspur (636)

Why say you so? looks he not for supply?

 

Vernon (637)

So do we.

 

Hotspur (638)

His is certain, ours is doubtful.

 

Earl of Worcester (639)

Good cousin, be advised; stir not tonight.

 

Vernon (640)

Do not, my lord.

 

Earl of Douglas (641)

10

You do not counsel well:

You speak it out of fear and cold heart.

 

Vernon (642)

Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life,

And I dare well maintain it with my life,

If well-respected honour bid me on,

I hold as little counsel with weak fear

As you, my lord, or any Scot that this day lives:

Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle

Which of us fears.

 

Earl of Douglas (643)

Yea, or toight.

 

Vernon (644)

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Content.

 

Hotspur (645)

Toight, say I.

 

Vernon (646)

Come, come it nay not be. I wonder much,

Being men of such great leading as you are,

That you foresee not what impediments

Drag back our expedition: certain horse

Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up:

Your uncle Worcester's horse came but today;

And now their pride and mettle is asleep,

Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,

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That not a horse is half the half of himself.

 

Hotspur (647)

So are the horses of the enemy

In general, journey-bated and brought low:

The better part of ours are full of rest.

 

Earl of Worcester (648)

The number of the king exceedeth ours:

For God's sake. cousin, stay till all come in.

The trumpet sounds a parley

Enter Sir Walter Blunt

 

Sir Walter Blunt (649)

I come with gracious offers from the king,

if you vouchsafe me hearing and respect.

 

Hotspur (650)

Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; and would to God

You were of our determination!

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Some of us love you well; and even those some

Envy your great deservings and good name,

Because you are not of our quality,

But stand against us like an enemy.

 

Sir Walter Blunt (651)

And God defend but still I should stand so,

So long as out of limit and true rule

You stand against anointed majesty.

But to my charge. The king hath sent to know

The nature of your griefs, and whereupon

You conjure from the breast of civil peace

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Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land

Audacious cruelty. If that the king

Have any way your good deserts forgot,

Which he confesseth to be manifold,

He bids you name your griefs; and with all speed

You shall have your desires with interest

And pardon absolute for yourself and these

Herein misled by your suggestion.

 

Hotspur (652)

The king is kind; and well we know the king

Knows at what time to promise, when to pay.

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My father and my uncle and myself

Did give him that same royalty he wears;

And when he was not six and twenty strong,

Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,

A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,

My father gave him welcome to the shore;

And when he heard him swear and vow to God

He came but to be Duke of Lancaster,

To sue his livery and beg his peace,

With tears of innocency and terms of zeal,

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My father, in kind heart and pity moved,

Swore him assistance and perform'd it too.

Now when the lords and barons of the realm

Perceived Northumberland did lean to him,

The more and less came in with cap and knee;

Met him in boroughs, cities, villages,

Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,

Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths,

Gave him their heirs, as pages follow'd him

Even at the heels in golden multitudes.

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He presently, as greatness knows itself,

Steps me a little higher than his vow

Made to my father, while his blood was poor,

Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurgh;

And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform

Some certain edicts and some strait decrees

That lie too heavy on the commonwealth,

Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep

Over his country's wrongs; and by this face,

This seeming brow of justice, did he win

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The hearts of all that he did angle for;

Proceeded further; cut me off the heads

Of all the favourites that the absent king

In deputation left behind him here,

When he was personal in the Irish war.

 

Sir Walter Blunt (653)

Tut, I came not to hear this.

 

Hotspur (654)

Then to the point.

In short time after, he deposed the king;

Soon after that, deprived him of his life;

And in the neck of that, task'd the whole state:

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To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman March,

Who is, if every owner were well placed,

Indeed his king, to be engaged in Wales,

There without ransom to lie forfeited;

Disgraced me in my happy victories,

Sought to entrap me by intelligence;

Rated mine uncle from the council-board;

In rage dismiss'd my father from the court;

Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong,

And in conclusion drove us to seek out

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This head of safety; and withal to pry

Into his title, the which we find

Too indirect for long continuance.

 

Sir Walter Blunt (655)

Shall I return this answer to the king?

 

Hotspur (656)

Not so, Sir Walter: we'll withdraw awhile.

Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd

Some surety for a safe return again,

And in the morning early shall my uncle

Bring him our purposes: and so farewell.

 

Sir Walter Blunt (657)

I would you would accept of grace and love.

 

Hotspur (658)

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And may be so we shall.

 

Sir Walter Blunt (659)

Pray God you do.

Exeunt

expandMe Act IV. Scene IV. York. The Archbishop's palace.

4 - 4 bsp;   Act IV. Scene IV. York. The Archbishop's palace.

Enter the Archbishop Of York and Sir Michael

 

Archbishop Of York (660)

Hie, good Sir Michael; bear this sealed brief

With winged haste to the lord marshal;

This to my cousin Scroop, and all the rest

To whom they are directed. If you knew

How much they do to import, you would make haste.

 

Sir Michael (661)

My good lord,

I guess their tenor.

 

Archbishop Of York (662)

Like enough you do.

To-morrow, good Sir Michael, is a day

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Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men

Must bide the touch; for, sir, at Shrewsbury,

As I am truly given to understand,

The king with mighty and quick-raised power

Meets with Lord Harry: and, I fear, Sir Michael,

What with the sickness of Northumberland,

Whose power was in the first proportion,

And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence,

Who with them was a rated sinew too

And comes not in, o'er-ruled by prophecies,

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I fear the power of Percy is too weak

To wage an instant trial with the king.

 

Sir Michael (663)

Why, my good lord, you need not fear;

There is Douglas and Lord Mortimer.

 

Archbishop Of York (664)

No, Mortimer is not there.

 

Sir Michael (665)

But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy,

And there is my Lord of Worcester and a head

Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.

 

Archbishop Of York (666)

And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn

The special head of all the land together:

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The Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster,

The noble Westmoreland and warlike Blunt;

And moe corrivals and dear men

Of estimation and command in arms.

 

Sir Michael (667)

Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well opposed.

 

Archbishop Of York (668)

I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear;

And, to prevent the worst, Sir Michael, speed:

For if Lord Percy thrive not, ere the king

Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,

For he hath heard of our confederacy,

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And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him:

Therefore make haste. I must go write again

To other friends; and so farewell, Sir Michael.

Exeunt

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Enter King Henry, Prince Henry, Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of Westmoreland, with Worcester and Vernon prisoners

 

King Henry IV (669)

How bloodily the sun begins to peer

Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale

At his distemperature.

 

Prince Henry (670)

The southern wind

Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,

And by his hollow whistling in the leaves

Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.

 

King Henry IV (671)

Then with the losers let it sympathize,

For nothing can seem foul to those that win.

The trumpet sounds

Enter Worcester and Vernon

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How now, my Lord of Worcester! 'tis not well

That you and I should meet upon such terms

As now we meet. You have deceived our trust,

And made us doff our easy robes of peace,

To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel:

This is not well, my lord, this is not well.

What say you to it? will you again unknit

This curlish knot of all-abhorred war?

And move in that obedient orb again

Where you did give a fair and natural light,

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And be no more an exhaled meteor,

A prodigy of fear and a portent

Of broached mischief to the unborn times?

 

Earl of Worcester (672)

Hear me, my liege:

For mine own part, I could be well content

To entertain the lag-end of my life

With quiet hours; for I do protest,

I have not sought the day of this dislike.

 

King Henry IV (673)

You have not sought it! how comes it, then?

 

Falstaff (674)

Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.

 

Prince Henry (675)

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Peace, chewet, peace!

 

Earl of Worcester (676)

It pleased your majesty to turn your looks

Of favour from myself and all our house;

And yet I must remember you, my lord,

We were the first and dearest of your friends.

For you my staff of office did I break

In Richard's time; and posted day and night

to meet you on the way, and kiss your hand,

When yet you were in place and in account

Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.

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It was myself, my brother and his son,

That brought you home and boldly did outdare

The dangers of the time. You swore to us,

And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,

That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state;

Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right,

The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster:

To this we swore our aid. But in short space

It rain'd down fortune showering on your head;

And such a flood of greatness fell on you,

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What with our help, what with the absent king,

What with the injuries of a wanton time,

The seeming sufferances that you had borne,

And the contrarious winds that held the king

So long in his unlucky Irish wars

That all in England did repute him dead:

And from this swarm of fair advantages

You took occasion to be quickly woo'd

To gripe the general sway into your hand;

Forget your oath to us at Doncaster;

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And being fed by us you used us so

As that ungentle hull, the cuckoo's bird,

Useth the sparrow; did oppress our nest;

Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk

That even our love durst not come near your sight

For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing

We were enforced, for safety sake, to fly

Out of sight and raise this present head;

Whereby we stand opposed by such means

As you yourself have forged against yourself

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By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,

And violation of all faith and troth

Sworn to us in your younger enterprise.

 

King Henry IV (677)

These things indeed you have articulate,

Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches,

To face the garment of rebellion

With some fine colour that may please the eye

Of fickle changelings and poor discontents,

Which gape and rub the elbow at the news

Of hurlyburly innovation:

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And never yet did insurrection want

Such water-colours to impaint his cause;

Nor moody beggars, starving for a time

Of pellmell havoc and confusion.

 

Prince Henry (678)

In both your armies there is many a soul

Shall pay full dearly for this encounter,

If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew,

The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world

In praise of Henry Percy: by my hopes,

This present enterprise set off his head,

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I do not think a braver gentleman,

More active-valiant or more valiant-young,

More daring or more bold, is now alive

To grace this latter age with noble deeds.

For my part, I may speak it to my shame,

I have a truant been to chivalry;

And so I hear he doth account me too;

Yet this before my father's majesty--

I am content that he shall take the odds

Of his great name and estimation,

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And will, to save the blood on either side,

Try fortune with him in a single fight.

 

King Henry IV (679)

And, Prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee,

Albeit considerations infinite

Do make against it. No, good Worcester, no,

We love our people well; even those we love

That are misled upon your cousin's part;

And, will they take the offer of our grace,

Both he and they and you, every man

Shall be my friend again and I'll be his:

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So tell your cousin, and bring me word

What he will do: but if he will not yield,

Rebuke and dread correction wait on us

And they shall do their office. So, be gone;

We will not now be troubled with reply:

We offer fair; take it advisedly.

Exeunt Worcester and Vernon

 

Prince Henry (680)

It will not be accepted, on my life:

The Douglas and the Hotspur both together

Are confident against the world in arms.

 

King Henry IV (681)

Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge;

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For, on their answer, will we set on them:

And God befriend us, as our cause is just!

Exeunt all but Prince Henry and Falstaff

 

Falstaff (682)

Hal, if thou see me down in the battle and bestride

me, so; 'tis a point of friendship.

 

Prince Henry (683)

Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship.

Say thy prayers, and farewell.

 

Falstaff (684)

I would 'twere bed-time, Hal, and all well.

 

Prince Henry (685)

Why, thou owest God a death.

Exit Prince Henry

 

Falstaff (686)

'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before

his day. What need I be so forward with him that

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calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour pricks

me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I

come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or

an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no.

Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is

honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what

is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it?

he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no.

Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then. Yea,

to the dead. But will it not live with the living?

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no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore

I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so

ends my catechism.

Exit

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Enter Worcester and Vernon

 

Earl of Worcester (687)

O, no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard,

The liberal and kind offer of the king.

 

Vernon (688)

'Twere best he did.

 

Earl of Worcester (689)

Then are we all undone.

It is not possible, it cannot be,

The king should keep his word in loving us;

He will suspect us still and find a time

To punish this offence in other faults:

Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes;

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For treason is but trusted like the fox,

Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd and lock'd up,

Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.

Look how we can, or sad or merrily,

Interpretation will misquote our looks,

And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,

The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.

My nephew's trespass may be well forgot;

it hath the excuse of youth and heat of blood,

And an adopted name of privilege,

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A hair-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen:

All his offences live upon my head

And on his father's; we did train him on,

And, his corruption being ta'en from us,

We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.

Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,

In any case, the offer of the king.

 

Vernon (690)

Deliver what you will; I'll say 'tis so.

Here comes your cousin.

Enter Hotspur and Doublas

 

Hotspur (691)

My uncle is return'd:

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Deliver up my Lord of Westmoreland.

Uncle, what news?

 

Earl of Worcester (692)

The king will bid you battle presently.

 

Earl of Douglas (693)

Defy him by the Lord of Westmoreland.

 

Hotspur (694)

Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.

 

Earl of Douglas (695)

Marry, and shall, and very willingly.

Exit

 

Earl of Worcester (696)

There is no seeming mercy in the king.

 

Hotspur (697)

Did you beg any? God forbid!

 

Earl of Worcester (698)

I told him gently of our grievances,

Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,

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By now forswearing that he is forsworn:

He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge

With haughty arms this hateful name in us.

Enter the Earl of Douglas

 

Earl of Douglas (699)

Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown

A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,

And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it;

Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.

 

Earl of Worcester (700)

The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king,

And, nephew, challenged you to single fight.

 

Hotspur (701)

O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,

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And that no man might draw short breath today

But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,

How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt?

 

Vernon (702)

No, by my soul; I never in my life

Did hear a challenge urged more modestly,

Unless a brother should a brother dare

To gentle exercise and proof of arms.

He gave you all the duties of a man;

Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue,

Spoke to your deservings like a chronicle,

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Making you ever better than his praise

By still dispraising praise valued in you;

And, which became him like a prince indeed,

He made a blushing cital of himself;

And chid his truant youth with such a grace

As if he master'd there a double spirit.

Of teaching and of learning instantly.

There did he pause: but let me tell the world,

If he outlive the envy of this day,

England did never owe so sweet a hope,

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So much misconstrued in his wantonness.

 

Hotspur (703)

Cousin, I think thou art enamoured

On his follies: never did I hear

Of any prince so wild a libertine.

But be he as he will, yet once ere night

I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,

That he shall shrink under my courtesy.

Arm, arm with speed: and, fellows, soldiers, friends,

Better consider what you have to do

Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,

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Can lift your blood up with persuasion.

Enter a Messenger

 

Messenger (704)

My lord, here are letters for you.

 

Hotspur (705)

I cannot read them now.

O gentlemen, the time of life is short!

To spend that shortness basely were too long,

If life did ride upon a dial's point,

Still ending at the arrival of an hour.

An if we live, we live to tread on kings;

If die, brave death, when princes die with us!

Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair,

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When the intent of bearing them is just.

Enter another Messenger

 

Messenger (706)

My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace.

 

Hotspur (707)

I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,

For I profess not talking; only this--

Let each man do his best: and here draw I

A sword, whose temper I intend to stain

With the best blood that I can meet withal

In the adventure of this perilous day.

Now, Esperance! Percy! and set on.

Sound all the lofty instruments of war,

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And by that music let us all embrace;

For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall

A second time do such a courtesy.

The trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt

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King Henry enters with his power. Alarum to the battle. Then enter Doublas

 

Sir Walter Blunt (708)

What is thy name, that in the battle thus

Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek

Upon my head?

 

Earl of Douglas (709)

Know then, my name is Douglas;

And I do haunt thee in the battle thus

Because some tell me that thou art a king.

 

Sir Walter Blunt (710)

They tell thee true.

 

Earl of Douglas (711)

The Lord of Stafford dear today hath bought

Thy likeness, for instead of thee, King Harry,

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This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,

Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.

 

Sir Walter Blunt (712)

I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;

And thou shalt find a king that will revenge

Lord Stafford's death.

They fight. Doublas kills Sir Walter Blunt. Enter Hotspur

 

Hotspur (713)

O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,

never had triumph'd upon a Scot.

 

Earl of Douglas (714)

All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.

 

Hotspur (715)

Where?

 

Earl of Douglas (716)

Here.

 

Hotspur (717)

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This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well:

A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;

Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.

 

Earl of Douglas (718)

A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!

A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear:

Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?

 

Hotspur (719)

The king hath many marching in his coats.

 

Earl of Douglas (720)

Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;

I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,

Until I meet the king.

 

Hotspur (721)

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Up, and away!

Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.

Exeunt

Alarum. Enter Falstaff alone.

 

Falstaff (722)

Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear

the shot here; here's no scoring but upon the pate.

Soft! who are you? Sir Walter Blunt: there's honour

for you! here's no vanity! I am as hot as moulten

lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I

need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have

led my ragamuffins where they are peppered: there's

not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and

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they are for the town's end, to beg during life.

But who comes here?

Enter Prince Henry

 

Prince Henry (723)

What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword:

Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff

Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,

Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee,

lend me thy sword.

 

Falstaff (724)

O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile.

Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have

done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.

 

Prince Henry (725)

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He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee,

lend me thy sword.

 

Falstaff (726)

Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st

not my sword; but take my Pistol, if thou wilt.

 

Prince Henry (727)

Give it to me: what, is it in the case?

 

Falstaff (728)

Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city.

Prince Henry draws it out, and finds it to be a bottle of sack

 

Prince Henry (729)

What, is it a time to jest and dally now?

He throws the bottle at him. Exit

 

Falstaff (730)

Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do

come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his

willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like

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not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give me

life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes

unlooked for, and there's an end.

Exit Falstaff

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Alarum. Excursions. Enter Prince Henry, Lord John of Lancaster, and Earl of Westmoreland

 

King Henry IV (731)

I prithee,

Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.

Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.

 

Lancaster (732)

Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.

 

Prince Henry (733)

I beseech your majesty, make up,

Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.

 

King Henry IV (734)

I will do so.

My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.

 

Westmoreland (735)

Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent.

 

Prince Henry (736)

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Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help:

And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive

The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,

Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,

and rebels' arms triumph in massacres!

 

Lancaster (737)

We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmoreland,

Our duty this way lies; for God's sake come.

Exeunt Lancaster and Westmoreland

 

Prince Henry (738)

By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;

I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:

Before, I loved thee as a brother, John;

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But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

 

King Henry IV (739)

I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point

With lustier maintenance than I did look for

Of such an ungrown warrior.

 

Prince Henry (740)

O, this boy

Lends mettle to us all!

Exit

Enter Doublas

 

Earl of Douglas (741)

Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads:

I am the Douglas, fatal to all those

That wear those colours on them: what art thou,

That counterfeit'st the person of a king?

 

King Henry IV (742)

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The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart

So many of his shadows thou hast met

And not the very king. I have two boys

Seek Percy and thyself about the field:

But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,

I will assay thee: so, defend thyself.

 

Earl of Douglas (743)

I fear thou art another counterfeit;

And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:

But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be,

And thus I win thee.

They fight. King Henry being in danger, Prince Henry Enters

 

Prince Henry (744)

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Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like

Never to hold it up again! the spirits

Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms:

It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee;

Who never promiseth but he means to pay.

They fight: Doublas flies

Cheerly, my lord how fares your grace?

Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent,

And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton straight.

 

King Henry IV (745)

Stay, and breathe awhile:

Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion,

50

And show'd thou makest some tender of my life,

In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

 

Prince Henry (746)

O God! they did me too much injury

That ever said I hearken'd for your death.

If it were so, I might have let alone

The insulting hand of Douglas over you,

Which would have been as speedy in your end

As all the poisonous potions in the world

And saved the treacherous labour of your son.

 

King Henry IV (747)

Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.

Exit

Enter Hotspur

 

Hotspur (748)

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If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.

 

Prince Henry (749)

Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name.

 

Hotspur (750)

My name is Harry Percy.

 

Prince Henry (751)

Why, then I see

A very valiant rebel of the name.

I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,

To share with me in glory any more:

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;

Nor can one England brook a double reign,

Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.

 

Hotspur (752)

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Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come

To end the one of us; and would to God

Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

 

Prince Henry (753)

I'll make it greater ere I part from thee;

And all the budding honours on thy crest

I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.

 

Hotspur (754)

I can no longer brook thy vanities.

They fight

Enter Falstaff

 

Falstaff (755)

Well said, Hal! to it Hal! Nay, you shall find no

boy's play here, I can tell you.

Enter Doublas; he fights with Falstaff, who falls down as if he were

 

Hotspur (756)

O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth!

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I better brook the loss of brittle life

Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;

They wound my thoughts worse than sword my flesh:

But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;

And time, that takes survey of all the world,

Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,

But that the earthy and cold hand of death

Lies on my tongue: no, Percy, thou art dust

And food for--

Dies

 

Prince Henry (757)

For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart!

90

Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!

When that this body did contain a spirit,

A kingdom for it was too small a bound;

But now two paces of the vilest earth

Is room enough: this earth that bears thee dead

Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.

If thou wert sensible of courtesy,

I should not make so dear a show of zeal:

But let my favours hide thy mangled face;

And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself

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For doing these fair rites of tenderness.

Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!

Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,

But not remember'd in thy epitaph!

He spieth Falstaff on the ground

What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh

Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!

I could have better spared a better man:

O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,

If I were much in love with vanity!

Death hath not struck so fat a deer today,

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Though many dearer, in this bloody fray.

Embowell'd will I see thee by and by:

Till then in blood by noble Percy lie.

Exit Prince Henry

 

Falstaff (758)

[Rising up] Embowelled! if thou embowel me today,

I'll give you leave to powder me and eat me too

to-morrow. 'Sblood,'twas time to counterfeit, or

that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too.

Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit: to die,

is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the

counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man:

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but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby

liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and

perfect image of life indeed. The better part of

valour is discretion; in the which better part I

have saved my life.'Zounds, I am afraid of this

gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: how, if he

should counterfeit too and rise? by my faith, I am

afraid he would prove the better counterfeit.

Therefore I'll make him sure; yea, and I'll swear I

killed him. Why may not he rise as well as I?

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Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me.

Therefore, sirrah,

Stabbing him

with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me.

Takes up Hotspur on his back

Enter Prince Henry and Lord John of Lancaster

 

Prince Henry (759)

Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd

Thy maiden sword.

 

Lancaster (760)

But, soft! whom have we here?

Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?

 

Prince Henry (761)

I did; I saw him dead,

Breathless and bleeding on the ground. Art

thou alive?

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Or is it fantasy that plays upon our eyesight?

I prithee, speak; we will not trust our eyes

Without our ears: thou art not what thou seem'st.

 

Falstaff (762)

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, so; if not, let

him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either

earl or duke, I can assure you.

 

Prince Henry (763)

Why, Percy I killed myself and saw thee dead.

 

Falstaff (764)

Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how this world is given to

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lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath;

and so was he: but we rose both at an instant and

fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be

believed, so; if not, let them that should reward

valour bear the sin 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,

'zounds, I would make him eat a piece of my sword.

 

Lancaster (765)

This is the strangest tale that ever I heard.

 

Prince Henry (766)

This is the strangest fellow, brother John.

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Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:

For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,

I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.

A retreat is sounded

The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours.

Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field,

To see what friends are living, who are dead.

Exeunt Prince Henry and Lancaster

 

Falstaff (767)

I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that

rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great,

I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and

live cleanly as a nobleman should do.

Exit

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The trumpets sound. Enter King Henry IV, Prince Henry, Lord John Lancaster

 

King Henry IV (768)

Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.

Ill-spirited Worcester! did not we send grace,

Pardon and terms of love to all of you?

And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary?

Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?

Three knights upon our party slain today,

A noble earl and many a creature else

Had been alive this hour,

If like a Christian thou hadst truly borne

10

Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

 

Earl of Worcester (769)

What I have done my safety urged me to;

And I embrace this fortune patiently,

Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

 

King Henry IV (770)

Bear Worcester to the death and Vernon too:

Other offenders we will pause upon.

Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded

How goes the field?

 

Prince Henry (771)

The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw

The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,

The noble Percy slain, and all his men

20

Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest;

And falling from a hill, he was so bruised

That the pursuers took him. At my tent

The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace

I may dispose of him.

 

King Henry IV (772)

With all my heart.

 

Prince Henry (773)

Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you

This honourable bounty shall belong:

Go to the Douglas, and deliver him

Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free:

30

His valour shown upon our crests today

Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds

Even in the bosom of our adversaries.

 

Lancaster (774)

I thank your grace for this high courtesy,

Which I shall give away immediately.

 

King Henry IV (775)

Then this remains, that we divide our power.

You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland

Towards York shall bend you with your dearest speed,

To meet Northumberland and the prelate Scroop,

Who, as we hear, are busily in arms:

40

Myself and you, son Harry, will towards Wales,

To fight with Glendower and the Earl of March.

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,

Meeting the cheque of such another day:

And since this business so fair is done,

Let us not leave till all our own be won.

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  • Act I. Scene I. London. The palace.
  • Act I. Scene II. London. An apartment of the Prince's.
  • Act I. Scene III. London. The palace.
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  • Act II. Scene I. Rochester. An inn yard.
  • Act II. Scene II. The highway, near Gadshill.
  • Act II. Scene III. Warkworth castle
  • Act II. Scene IV. The Boar's-Head Tavern, Eastcheap.
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  • Act III. Scene I. Bangor. The Archdeacon's house.
  • Act III. Scene II. London. The palace.
  • Act III. Scene III. Eastcheap. The Boar's-Head Tavern.
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  • Act IV. Scene I. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
  • Act IV. Scene II. A public road near Coventry.
  • Act IV. Scene III. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
  • Act IV. Scene IV. York. The Archbishop's palace.
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  • Act V. Scene I. King Henry IV's camp near Shrewsbury.
  • Act V. Scene II. The rebel camp.
  • Act V. Scene III. Plain between the camps.
  • Act V. Scene IV. Another part of the field.
  • Act V. Scene V. Another part of the field.

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