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But stand against us, like an enemy.
Some surety for a safe return again,
Bring him our purposes : and so farewell!
Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and love. But to my charge!— The king hath sent to know Hot. And, may be, so we shall. The nature of your griefs, and whereupon
Blunt. 'Pray heaven, you do!
(Czeunt, You conjure from the breast of civil peace Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land SCENE IV. York. A room in the Archbishop's Audacious cruelty. If that the king
house. Have any way your good deserts forgot,
Enter the Archbishop of York, and a Gentleman. Which he confesseth to be manifold,
Arch. Hie, good sir Michael; bear this sealed brief, He bids you name your griefs , and, with all speed, With winged haste, to the lord mareshal! You shall have your desires, with interest, This to my cousin Scroop; and all the rest And pardon absolute for yourself and these, To whom they are directed! If you knew Herein misled by your suggestion.
How much they do import, you would make haste. Hot. The king is kind; and, well we know, the king Gent. My good lord, Knows, at what time to promise, when to pay. I guess their tenor, My father, and my uncle, and myself,
Arch. Like enough, you do. Did give him that same royalty, he wears. To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day, And when he was not six and twenty strong, Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low, Must 'bide the touch. For, sir, at Shrewsbury, A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,
As I am truly given to understand, My father gave him welcome to the shore; The king, with mighty and quick-raised power, And when he heard him swear, and vow to God, Meets with lord Harry: and I fear, sir Michael, He came but to be duke of Lancaster,
What with the sickness of Northumberland, To sue his livery, and beg his peace ;
power was in the first proportion, With tears of innocency, and terms of zeal, And what with Owen Glendower's absence, thence, My father, in kind heart and pity mov’d,
Who with them was a rated sinew too, Swore him assistance, and perform'd it too. And comes not in, o'er-rul'd by prophecies,Now, when the lords and barons of the realm
I fear the power of Percy is too weak Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him,
To wage an instant trial with the king. The more and less came in with cap and knee, Gent. Why, good my lord, you need not fear; Met him in boroughs, cities, villages,
there's Douglas, Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,
And Mortimer. Laid gifts before him, profler'd him their oaths, Arch. No, Mortimer's not there. Gave him their heirs , as pages follow'd him, Gent. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord Harry Even at the heels, in golden multitudes.
Percy, He presently, – as greatness knows itself,
And there's my lord of Worcester, and a head Steps me a little higher, than his vow
Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen. Made to my father, while his blood was poor, Arch. And so there is : but yet the king hath draws Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg;
The special head of all the land together: And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
The prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster, Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees, The noble Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt That lie too heavy on the commonwealth:
And many more corrivals, and dear men Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep.
Of estimation and command in arms. Over his country's wrongs; and, by this face, Gent. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well orpoad. This seeming brow of justice, did he win
Arch. I hope noless, yet needful 'tis to fear; The hearts of all, that he did angle for,
And, to prevent the worst, sir Michael, speed ! Proceeded further; cut me off the heads
For, if lord Percy thrive not, ere the king Of all the favourites, that the absent king
Dismiss his power, he means to visit us, In deputation left behind him here,
For he hath heard of our confederacy, When he was personal in the Irish war.
And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him; Blunt. Tut, I came noi to hear this.
Therefore, make haste! I must go write again Jlot. Then, to the point !
To other friends; and so farewell, sir Michael! In short time after, he depos’d the king;
(Exeunt severally. Soon after that, depriv'd him of his life; And, in the neck of that, task'd the whole state; To make that worse, sufler'd his kinsman, March,
ACT (Who is, if every owner were well plac'd,
SCENE I. The King's camp near Shrewsbury. indeed his king,) to be incag'd in Wales,
Enter King Henry, Prince Hexry, Prince Jons of There without ransome to lie forfeited:
Lancaster, Sir Walter Blunt, and Sir Joux FalDisgrac'd me in my happy victories; Sought to intrap me by intelligence;
K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer Rated my uncle from the council-board;
Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale
At his distemperature.
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, Into his title, the which we lind
Foretells a tempest, and a blustering day. Too indirect for long continuance.
K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize; Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king? For pothing can seem foul to those that win.
Hot. Not so, sir Walter! we'll :vithdraw a while. Trumpet. Enter Worcester and Verson. Go to the king, and let there be impawo'd
Row now, my lord of Worcester? 'tis not well,
That you and I should meet upon such terms, Of pell-mell havock and confusion.
If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew,
The prince of Wales doth join with all the world What say you to't? will you again unknit
In praise of Henry Percy. By my hopes,This churlish knot of all-abhorred war ?
This present enterprize set off his head,
I do not think, a braver gentleman,
More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
To grace this latter age with noble deeds. Of broached mischief to the unborn times ? For my part, I may speak it to my shame, l'or. Hear me, my liege!
I have a truant been to chivalry;
Yet this before my father's majesty, —.
I am content, that he shall take the odds I have not sought the day of this dislike.
Of his great name and estimation, K. Hlen. You have not sought for it! how comes And will, to save the blood on either side, it then?
Try fortune with him in a single fight. Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, aud he found it. K. Ilen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we venP. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace!
ture thee, Wor. It pleas'd your majesty to turn your looks Albeit, considerations infinite Of favour from myself, and all our house; Do make against it. — No, good Worcester, no, And yet I must remember you, my lord,
We love our people well; even those we love, We were the first and dearest of your friends. That are misled upon your cousin's part, For you my staff of office did I break
And, will they take the offer of our grace, In Richard's time, and posted day and night Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, Shall be my friend again, and I'll be his. When yet you were in place and in account So tell your cousin, and bring me word Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.
What he will do. But if he will not yield,
Rebuke and dread correction wait on us,
[Exeunt Worcester and Vernon.
And God befriend us, as ohr cause is just! What with the injuries of a wanton time,
[Exeunt King, Blunt, and Prince 'John. The seeming suferances, that you had borne, Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and And the contrarious winds, that held the king bestride me, so; 'tis a point of friendship. So long in his unlucky Irish wars,
P. Hen. Nothing but a colossus can do thee that That all in England did repute him dead,-- friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell! And, from this swarm of fair advantages,
Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. You took occasion to be quickly wood
P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. Exit. To gripe the general sway into your hand,
Fal. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster,
before his day. What need I be so forward with him, And, being fed by us, you us'd us so
that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
prickome on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off, Useth the sparrow: did oppress our nest,
when I come on? how then? Can honour set to aleg?No. Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk,
Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? That even our love durst not come near your sight, No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing What is honour? A word. What is in that word, We were enforc'd, for safety's sake, to fly
honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoOut of your sight, and raise this present head: ning! Who hath it? He that died o’Wednesday. Whereby we stand opposed by such means, Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it ipAs you yourself have forg'd against yourself, sensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffAnd violation of all faith and troth
er it :- therefore I'll none of it; honour is a mere Sworn to us in your younger enterprize,
scutcheon, and so euds my catechism. K. Ilen. These ihings, indeed, you have articulated,
(Exit. * Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches, To face the garment of rebellion
SCENE II. - The rebel camp. With some fine colour, that may please the eye
Enter WORCESTER and VERNOR. Of fickle changelings, and poor discontents, Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, sir Richard, Which
and rub the elbow at the news The liberal kind ofler of the king. Of hurlyburly innovation :
Ver. 'Twere best, he did. And never yet did insurrection want
Wor. Then are we all undone. Such water-colours, to impaint his cause,
It is not possible, it cannot be, Nor moody beggars, starving for a time
The king should keep his word in loving us ;
Ile will suspect us still, and find a time
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,
blood up with persuasion.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.
Hot. I cannot read them now,-
O gentlemen, the time of life is short;
To spend that shortness basely, were too long,
Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
When the intent of bearing them is just.
Enter another Messenger.
Mess. My lord, prepare! the king comes on apace.
Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,
Let each man do his best! and here draw I
With the best blood, that I can meet withal
Now, — Esperance !- Percy!- and set on!
Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
[The trumpets sound. They embrace, and Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly.[Exit.
exeunt. Wor. There is no sceming mercy in the king.
SCENEII. - Plain near Shrewsbury. Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid !
Excursions, and parties fighting. Alarum to the Wor. I told him gently of our grievances, battle. Then enter Douglas and Blunt, meeting. Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,- Blunt. What is thy rame, that in the baitle thus By now forswearing that he is forsworn.
Thou crossest me ? \Vhat honour dost thou scek Ile calls us rebels, traitors, and will scourge
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,
Blunt. They tell thee true.
Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
Hot. 0, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads, And thou shalt find a king, that will revenge
Ver. No, by my soul! I never in my life I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt,
Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
Why didst thou tell me, that thon wert a king?
Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Hot. Up, and away!
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. (Exeunt.
Other alarums. Enter FALSTAFF.
Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London,
I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but npon
the of any prince, so wild, at liberty:
pate. — Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt; Bat, be he as he will, yet once ere night
there's honour for you: here's no vanity!- I am as I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
hot, as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead That he shall shrink under my courtesy:
out of me! I need no more weight, than mine own
bowels. --I have led my raggamuffins where they are Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; peppered: there's but three of my hundred and fifty And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king: left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg But mive, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, during life. But who comes here?
And thus I win thee.
[They fight; the King being in danger, P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me
enter Prince Henry. thy sword!
P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
Never to hold it up again! the spirits Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: Whose deaths are unreveng’d. Pr’ythee, lend thy It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee, sword!
Who never promiseth, but he means to pay:Fal. O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to breathe a
[They fight; Douglas flies. while!—Tark Gregory never did such deeds in arms, Cheerly, my lord! How fares your grace ? as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, made him sure.
And so hath Clifton. I'll to Clifton straight. P. Hen. He is, indeed, and living to kill thee. Lend K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while!me thy sword, I pr'ythee.
Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion, Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou And show'd, thou mak'st some tender to my life, get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt! In this fair rescue, thou hast brought to me. P. Hen. Give it me! What, is it in the case? P. llen. O heaven! they did me too much injury, Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack That ever said, I hearken’d for your death. a city. [The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. If it were so, I might have let alone P. Ilen. What, is’t a time to jest and dally now? The insulting hand of Douglas over you;
[Throws it at him, and exit. Which would have been as speedy in your end, Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he As all the poisonous potions in the world, do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. his, willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas Gawnot such grinning honour as sir Walter hath. Give
[Exit King Henry. me life, which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes
Enter Hotspur. unlooked for, and there's an end.
[Lxit. Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
P llen. Thou speak’st, as if I would deny my name. SCENE IV. - Another part of the field. Hot. My name is Harry Percy. Alarums. Excursions. Enter the King, Prince Henny, P. Hen. Why, then I see Prince John, and WESTMORELAND.
A very valiant rebel of the name. K. Hen. I pr’ythee,
I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much. To share with me in glory any more! Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him!
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. Nor can one England brook a double reign, P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up, of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales. Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour'is come K. Hen. I will do so:
To end the one of us. And 'would to God,
P. Hlen. Lead me, my lord ? I do not need your help : And all the budding honours on thy crest
Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!– Nay, you shall P. John. We breathe too long: – come, cousin find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Westmoreland,
Enter Douglas; he fights with FALSTAFF, who falls Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come! down, as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Hots
(Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland. PUR is wounded, and falls. P. IIen.By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lancaster, Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth : I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
I better brook the loss of brittle life, Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John,
Than those proud titles, thou hast won of me; I do respect thee as my soul.
They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my h. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point, flesh. With lustier maintenance, than I did look for But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; Of such an ungrown warrior.
And time, that takes survey of all the world, P. Hen. O, this boy
Must have a stop. 0, I could prophecy, Lends mettle to us all!
[Exit. But that the earthy and cold hand of death Alarums. Enter Dorcas.
Lies on my tongue. — No, Perey, thou art dust, Doug. Another king! they grow, like Hydra's heads. And food for
Dies. I am the Douglas, fatal to all those,
P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy! Fare thee well, That wear those colours on them.- What art thou,
great heart! That counterfeit'st the person of a king ? Il-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! K. Hen. The king himself, who, Douglas, grieves When that this body did contain a spirit, at heart,
A kingdom for it was too small a bound; So many of his shadows, thou hast met,
But now, two paces of the vilest earth And not the very king. I have two boys,
Is room enough.- This earth, that bears thee dead, Seek Percy and thyself, about the field :
Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. But, seeing, thou fall'st on me so luckily,
It thou wert sensible of courtesy, I will assay thee; so defend thyself!
I should not make so dear a show of zeal.
But let my favours hide thy mangled face! P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother And, even in thy behalf, I'll thauk myself
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
grave, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
[A retreat is sounded. [He see
sees Falstaff on the ground. The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!
To see what friends are living, who are dead. I would have better spar'd a better man.
(Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince John. 0, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that If I were much in love with vanity.
God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, grow less ;for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanThough many dearer, in this bloody fray. ly,as a nobleman should do.[Exit,bearing off the boily. Embowell’d will I see thee by and by; Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie! (Lxit. SCENF V.-Another part of the field.
Fal. (Rising slowly.) Embowellá ! ifthou embowel The trumpets sound, Enter King Henry, Prince me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and Henry, Prince Johx, WESTHORELAND,And Others with eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to coun- Worcester, and vernon, prisoners. terfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no coun- Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, terfeit. To die, is to be a counterfeit; for he is but Pardon, and terms oflove to all of you? the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a And would'st thou turn our offers contrary? man: but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust? liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and per-Three knights upon our party slain to-day, fect image of life indeed. The better part of valour A noble earl
, and many a creature else, is- discretion; in the which better part, I have saved Had been alive this hour, my life. “Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder Per- If, like a christian, thou hadst truly borne cy, though he be dead: how, if he should counter- Betwixt our armies true intelligence. feit too, and rise? I am afraid, he would prove the Wor. What I have done, my safety urg'd me to; better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him sure: yea, And I embrace this fortune patiently, and I'll swear, I kill'd him. Why may not he rise, as Since not to be avoided it falls on me. well as I ? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and no- K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon body sees me. Therefore, sirrah, [Stabbing him. ] with a new wound in your thigh,come you along with other oflenders we will panseupon. e! [Takes Hotspur on his back.
(Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. Re-enter Prince Henry and Prince Jonn. How goes the Geld? P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he saw flesh'd
The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, Thy maiden sword.
The noble Percy slain, and all his men P. John. But, soft! whom have we here?
Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest; Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead ? And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis’d, P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless, and bleed- That the pursuers took him. At my tent ing,
The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace, Upon the ground.
I may dispose of him. Art thou alive? or is it phantasy,
K. Hen. With all my heart. That plays upon our eye-siglit? I pr’ythee, speak; P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you We will not trust our eyes, without our ears.
This honourable bounty shall belong: Thou art not what thon seem'st.
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double mau: but Up to his pleasure, ransomeless, and free! if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is His valour, shown upon our crests to-day, Percy: [Throwing the body down. Jif your father will Hath taught us, how to cherish such high deeds, do me any honour, so; if not, let him kill the next Even in the bosom of our adversaries. Percy himself. I look to be either earl, or duke, I can K. Hen. Then this remains, that we divide oor assure you.
power. — P.Ilen. Why, Percy I kill'd myself, and saw thee dead. You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland,
Fal. Didst thou? – Lord! Lord! how this world is Towards York shall bend you, with your darest speed, given to lying! – I grant you, I was down, and out of To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, Who, as we hear, are busily in arms. and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may Myself, — and you, son Harry, - will towards Wales, be believed, sn; if not, let them, that should reward to fight with Glendower, and the earl of March. valour, bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take it Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, upon my death, I gave him this wound in the thigh: if Meeting the check of such another day; the man were alive, and would deny it, I would make And since this business so fair is done, him eat a piece of my sword.
Let us not leave, till all our own be won! P.John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I heard.'