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Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE HENRY, and othersKING HENRY IV
Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and IPRINCE HENRY
Must have some private conference; but be near at hand,
For we shall presently have need of you.
Exeunt LordsI 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
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?
So please your majesty, I would I couldKING HENRY IV
Quit all offences with as clear excuse
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.
God pardon thee! yet let me wonder, Harry,PRINCE HENRY
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,
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?'
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.
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;
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
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;
Which now doth that I would not have it do,
Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.
I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord,KING HENRY IV
Be more myself.
For all the worldPRINCE HENRY
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
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
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,
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.
Do not think so; you shall not find it so:KING HENRY IV
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,
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;
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
Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.
A hundred thousand rebels die in this:SIR WALTER BLUNT
Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust herein.
Enter BLUNTHow now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed.
So hath the business that I come to speak of.KING HENRY IV
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,
As ever offer'd foul play in the state.
The Earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day;Scene III
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.
Our hands are full of business: let's away;
Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay.
Eastcheap. The Boar's-Head Tavern.FALSTAFF
Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH
Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this lastBARDOLPH
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
church! Company, villanous company, hath been the
spoil of me.
Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long.FALSTAFF
Why, there is it: come sing me a bawdy song; makeBARDOLPH
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
of all compass.
Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you must needsFALSTAFF
be out of all compass, out of all reasonable
compass, Sir John.
Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life:BARDOLPH
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.
Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm.FALSTAFF
No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it as manyBARDOLPH
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
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
'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly!FALSTAFF
God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burned.Hostess
Enter HostessHow now, Dame Partlet the hen! have you inquired
yet who picked my pocket?
Why, Sir John, what do you think, Sir John? do youFALSTAFF
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.
Ye lie, hostess: Bardolph was shaved and lost manyHostess
a hair; and I'll be sworn my pocket was picked. Go
to, you are a woman, go.
Who, I? no; I defy thee: God's light, I was neverFALSTAFF
called so in mine own house before.
Go to, I know you well enough.Hostess
No, Sir John; You do not know me, Sir John. I knowFALSTAFF
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.
Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away toHostess
bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them.
Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eightFALSTAFF
shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, Sir
John, for your diet and by-drinkings, and money lent
you, four and twenty pound.
He had his part of it; let him pay.Hostess
He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing.FALSTAFF
How! poor? look upon his face; what call you rich?Hostess
let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks:
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.
O Jesu, I have heard the prince tell him, I know notFALSTAFF
how oft, that ring was copper!
How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup: 'sblood, anBARDOLPH
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 his truncheon like a lifeHow now, lad! is the wind in that door, i' faith?
must we all march?
Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.Hostess
My lord, I pray you, hear me.PRINCE HENRY
What sayest thou, Mistress Quickly? How doth thyHostess
husband? I love him well; he is an honest man.
Good my lord, hear me.FALSTAFF
Prithee, let her alone, and list to me.PRINCE HENRY
What sayest thou, Jack?FALSTAFF
The other night I fell asleep here behind the arrasPRINCE HENRY
and had my pocket picked: this house is turned
bawdy-house; they pick pockets.
What didst thou lose, Jack?FALSTAFF
Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds ofPRINCE HENRY
forty pound apiece, and a seal-ring of my
A trifle, some eight-penny matter.Hostess
So I told him, my lord; and I said I heard yourPRINCE HENRY
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.
What! he did not?Hostess
There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else.FALSTAFF
There's no more faith in thee than in a stewedHostess
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,
Say, what thing? what thing?FALSTAFF
What thing! why, a thing to thank God on.Hostess
I am no thing to thank God on, I would thouFALSTAFF
shouldst know it; I am an honest man's wife: and,
setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to
call me so.
Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to sayHostess
Say, what beast, thou knave, thou?FALSTAFF
What beast! why, an otter.PRINCE HENRY
An otter, Sir John! Why an otter?FALSTAFF
Why, she's neither fish nor flesh; a man knows notHostess
where to have her.
Thou art an unjust man in saying so: thou or anyPRINCE HENRY
man knows where to have me, thou knave, thou!
Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly.Hostess
So he doth you, my lord; and said this other day youPRINCE HENRY
ought him a thousand pound.
Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?FALSTAFF
A thousand pound, Ha! a million: thy love is worthHostess
a million: thou owest me thy love.
Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said he wouldFALSTAFF
Did I, Bardolph?BARDOLPH
Indeed, Sir John, you said so.FALSTAFF
Yea, if he said my ring was copper.PRINCE HENRY
I say 'tis copper: darest thou be as good as thy word now?FALSTAFF
Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, I dare:PRINCE HENRY
but as thou art prince, I fear thee as I fear the
roaring of a lion's whelp.
And why not as the lion?FALSTAFF
The king is to be feared as the lion: dost thouPRINCE HENRY
think I'll fear thee as I fear thy father? nay, an
I do, I pray God my girdle break.
O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about thyFALSTAFF
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
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?
Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest in the state ofPRINCE HENRY
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?
It appears so by the story.FALSTAFF
Hostess, I forgive thee: go, make ready breakfast;PRINCE HENRY
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 HostessNow Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery,
lad, how is that answered?
O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel toFALSTAFF
thee: the money is paid back again.
O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double labour.PRINCE HENRY
I am good friends with my father and may do any thing.FALSTAFF
Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, andBARDOLPH
do it with unwashed hands too.
Do, my lord.PRINCE HENRY
I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot.FALSTAFF
I would it had been of horse. Where shall I findPRINCE HENRY
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.
My lord?PRINCE HENRY
Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster, to myFALSTAFF
brother John; this to my Lord of Westmoreland.
Exit BardolphGo, Peto, to horse, to horse; for thou and I have
thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.
Exit PetoJack, 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.
The land is burning; Percy stands on high;
And either we or they must lower lie.
Exit PRINCE HENRY
Rare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come!
O, I could wish this tavern were my drum!
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