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Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle. Can play upon it. But what need I thus
My well-known body to anatomize Enter Rumour, painted full of Tongues. Among my bousehold ? Why is Rumour here? Rum. Open your ears; For which of you will I run before King Harry's victory, stop
Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury, The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks? Hath beaten down young Hotspur, and his troops, I, from the orient to the drooping west,
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I The acts commeuced on this ball of earth :
To speak so true at first? my office is Upon my tongues continual slanders ride;
To noise abroad, — that Harry Monmouth fell The which in every language I pronounce,
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword; Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
And that the king before the Douglas' rage I speak of peace, while covert enmity,
Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. Under the smile of safety, wounds the world : This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns And who but Rumour, who but only I,
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence; And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, Whilst the big year, swol'n with some other grief, Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on, And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe
And not a man of them brings other news Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures ; Than they have learnid of me; From Rumour's And of so easy and so plain a stop,
tongues That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true The stili discordant wavering multitude,
[Erit. ACT I.
SCENE I. - Warkworth. Before Northumber- | He seem'd in running to devour the way, land's Castle.
Staying no longer question. The Porter before the Gate; Enter Lord Bardolph. Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold ?
Ha!- Again. L. Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho?- Where of Hotspur, coidspur? that rebellion is the earl?
Had met ill luck! Port. What shall I say you are ?
My lord, I'll tell you what; L. Bard.
Tell thou the earl, If my young lord your son have not the day, That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here. Upon mine honour, for a silken point 2 Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the or- I'll give my barony: never talk of it. chard ;
North. Why should the gentleman, that rode by Please it your honour, knock but at the gate,
Give then such instances of loss?
Who, he ? L. Bard.
He was some hildings fellow, that had stol'n
Here comes the earl. The horse he rode on; and, upon my life, North. What news, lord Bardolph ? every minute Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news. Should be the father of some stratagem':
Enter Morton. The times are wild; contention, like a horse
North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
Foretells the nature of a tragick volume:
So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood
Hath left a witness'd usurpation. I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? North. Good, an heaven will ! L. Bard. As good as heart can wish :
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord;
Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, The king is almost wounded to the death;
To fright our party. And, in the fortune of my lord your son,
North. How doth my son, and brother? Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts Killd by the hand of Douglas: young prince John, Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness in thy cheek And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field;
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd:
But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue,
And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it.
This thou wouldst say, — Your son did thus, and Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury? L. Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came Your brother, thus ; so fought the noble Douglas ;
thus; from thence; A gentleman well bred, and of good name,
Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds:
But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed,
Ending with — brother, son, and all are dead. On Tuesday last to listen after news.
Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet :
But, for my lord, your son, L. Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way;
Why, he is dead. And he is furnish'd with no certainties,
See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath! More than he haply may retail from me.
He, that but fears the thing he would not know, Enter Travers.
Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes, North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton: with you?
Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies; Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back And I will take it as a sweet disgrace, With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd,
And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. Out-rode me. After him, came, spurring hard,
Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid : A gentleman almost forspent with speed,
Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse : North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead. He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him
I see a strange confession in thine eye: I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury.
Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear, or sin, He told me, that rebellion had bad luck,
To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so : And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold : The tongue offends not, that reports his death : With that he gave his able horse the head,
And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead : And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Not he, which says the dead is not alive. Against the panting sides of his poor jade
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
? Lace tagged 3 Hilderling, basc, cowardly.
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
And summ'd the account of chance, before you Remember'd knolling a departing friend.
said, L.. Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. Let us make head. It was your presurmise,
Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe That in the dole 9 of blows your son might drop : That which I would to heaven I had not seen : You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, More likely to fall in, than to get o'er : Rend'ring faint quittance 4, wearied and outbreath'd, You were advis'd, his flesh was capable To Harry Monmouth: whose swift wrath beat down Of wounds, and scars; and that his forward spirits The never daunted Percy to the earth,
Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd; From whence with life he never more sprung up.
Yet did you say,
Go forth; and none of this, In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire
Though strongly apprehended, could restrain Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,)
The stiff-borne action : What hath then befallen, Being bruited 5 once, took fire and heat away Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth, From the best-temper'd courage in his troops : More than that being which was like to be ? For from his metal was his party steel'd;
L. Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, Which once in him abated, all the rest
Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas, Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one : And as the thing that's heavy in itself,
And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd Upon enforcement, flies with greater speed; Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd; So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
And since we are o'erset, venture again., Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, Come, we will all put forth; body, and goods. That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim, Mor. 'Tis more than time: And, my most noble Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
lord, Fly from the field : Then was that noble Worcester I hear for certain and do speak the truth, Too soon ta'en prisoner : and that furious Scot, The gentle archbishop of York is up, The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword With well-appointed powers; he is a man, Had three times slain the appearance of the king, Who with a double surety binds his followers. 'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame, My lord your son had only but the corps, Of those that turn'd their backs; and in his flight, But shadows, and the shows of men to fight: Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all For that same word, rebellion, did divide Is, – that the king hath won; and hath sent out The action of their bodies from their souls : A speedy power, to encounter you, my lord, And they did fight with queasiness', constrain'd, Under the conduct of young Lancaster,
As men drink potions; that their weapons only And Westmoreland : this is the news at full. Seem'd on our side, but for their spirits and souls,
North. For this I shall have time enough to mourn. This word, rebellion, it hath froze them up, In poison there is physick ; and these news, As fish are in a pond; But now the bishop Having been well, that would have made me sick, Turns insurrection to religion : Being sick, have in some measure made me well: Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts, And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, He's follow'd both with body and with mind; Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life, And doth enlarge his rising with the blood Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
Of fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones. Out of his keepers' arms; even so my limbs, Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause ; Weakend with grief, being now enrag'd with grief, Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land, Are thrice themselves : hence, therefore, thou nice? Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke; crutch;
And more ?, and less, do flock to follow him. A scały gauntlet now, with joints of steel,
North, I knew of this before; but, to speak truth, Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif 8, This present grief had wip'd it from my mind. Thou art a guard too wanton for the head,
Go in with me; and counsel every man
SCENE II. - London. A Street.
Enter Sir John FalstaFF, with his Page bearing To feed contention in a lingering act ;
his Sword and Buckler. But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
Fal. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set
man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to On bloody courses, the rude seene may end,
laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me; And darkness be the burier of the dead! Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my wit is in other men.
I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that
I do here walk before thee, lord.
like a sow, that hath overwhelmed all her litter but L. Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from
If the prince put thee into my service for any your bonour. Mor. The lives of all your loving complices
other reason than to set me off, why then I have no
judgment. I was never manned with an agates till Lean on your health ; the which if you give o'er
now: but I will set you neither in gold nor silver, To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
but in vile apparel, and send you back again to You cast the event of war, my noble lord, * Return of blows.
I Against their stomachs. 6 Let fall. 7 Trifting
3 Alluding to little figures cut in agate.
your master, for a jewel; the juvenal, the princes that which grows to me! If thou get'st any leave of your master, whose chin is not yet fledged. I will me, hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert better sooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand, be hanged: You hunt-counter, hence! avaunt! than he shall get one on his cheek ; and yet he Atten. Sir, my lord would speak with you. will not stick to say his face is a face-royal : nature Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. may finish it when she will, it is not a hair amiss Fal. My good lord ! give your lordship good yet: he may keep it still as a face-royal, for a time of day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad: barber shall never, earn sixpence out of it; and yet I heard say, your lordship was sick : I hope, your he will be crowing as if he had writ man ever since lordship goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, his father was a bachelor. He may keep his own though not clean past your youth, hath yet some grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can assure smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of him. What said master Dumbleton about the time; and I most humby beseech your lordship, to satin for my short cloak, and slops ?
have a reverend care of your health Page. He said, sir, you should procure him better Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your assurance than Bardolph: he would not take his expedition to Shrewsbury. bond and yours ; he liked not the security.
Fal. An't please your lordship, I hear his majesty Fal. A rascally yea-forsooth knave ! to bear a is returned with some discomfort from Wales. gentleman in hand, and then stand upon security! Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty: – You would
- The smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high not come when I sent for you. shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if Fal. And I hear moreover, his highness is fallen a man is thorough 4 with them in honest taking up, into this same apoplexy. then they must stand upon — security. I had as Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him ! I pray, let lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth, as offer me speak with you. to stop it with security. I looked he should have Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of sent me two-and-twenty yards of satin, as I am a lethargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeptrue knight, and he sends me security. Well, – ing in the blood, a tingling. Where's Bardolph ?
Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as it is. Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your Fal. It hath its original from much grief; from worship a horse.
study, and perturbation of the brain: I have read Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a the cause of his effects in Galen; it is a kind of horse in Smithfield: an I could get me but a wife deafness. in the stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived. 5 Ch. Just. I think, you are fallen into the dis
ease; for you hear not what I say to you. Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and an Attendant.
Fal. Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an't Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that com- please you, it is the disease of not listening, the mitted the prince for striking him about Bardolph. malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal. Fal. Wait close, I will not see him.
Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels, would Ch. Just. What’s he that goes there?
amend the attention of your ears; and I care not, Atten. Falstaff, an't please your lordship. if I do become your physician.
Ch. Just. He that was in question for the rob- Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord ; but not so bery?
patient; your lordship may minister the potion of Atten. He, my lord: but he hath since done imprisonment to me, in respect of poverty ; but good service at Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is now how I should be your patient to follow your pregoing with some charge to the lord John of Lan- scriptions, the wise may make some dram of a scru
ple, or, indeed, a scruple itself. Ch. Just. What, to York? Call him back again. Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were matters Atten. Sir John Falstaff!
against you for your life, to come speak with me. Fal. Boy, tell him, I am deaf.
Fal. As I was then advised by my learned counsel Page. You must speak louder, my master is deaf. in the laws of this land-service, I did not come.
Ch. Just. Į am sure, he is, to the hearing of any Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, sir John, you live in thing good, Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must great infamy. speak with him.
Fal. He that buckles him in my belt, cannot live Atten. Sir John,
in less. Fal. What ! a young knave, and beg! Is there Ch. Just. Your means are very slender, and your not wars? is there not employment ? Doth not the waste is great. king lack subjects ? do not the rebels need soldiers ? Fal. I would it were otherwise ; I would my Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it means were greater, and my waist slenderer. is worse shame to beg than to be on the worse side, Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful prince. were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell
Fal. The young prince hath misled me: I am how to make it.
the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog. Allen. You mistake me, sir.
Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gall a new-healed Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? wound: your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a setting my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I little gilded over your night's exploit on Gads-hill: had lied in my throat if I had said so,
you may thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'erAlten. I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood posting that action. and your soldiership aside; and give me leave to Fal. My lord ? tell you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am any Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so: wake other than an honest man.
not a sleeping wolf. Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so ! I lay aside Fal. To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox. * In their debt. s Alluding to an old proverb.
6 A catch-pole or bailiff.
Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the better | death with rust, than to be scoured to nothing with part burnt out.
perpetual motion. Fal. A wassel candle?, my lord: all tallow: if I Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; And hea did say of wax, my growth would approve the truth. ven bless your expedition !
Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your face, Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand but should have his effect of gravity.
pound, to furnish me forth? Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy,
Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you are too Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up and impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well : Comdown, like his ill angel.
mend me to my cousin Westmoreland. Fal. Not so, my lord; your ill angel 8 is light;
[Exeunt Chief Justice and Attendant. but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will take me Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man bectle. 3– without weighing: and yet, in some respects, IBoy! grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell 9: Virtue is of so
Page. Sir? little regard in these coster-monger times, that true Fal. What money is in my purse ? valour is turned bear-herd: Pregnancy' is made a Page. Seven groats and two-pence. tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in giving Fal. I can get no remedy against this consumpreckonings: all the other gifts appertinent to man, tion of the purse : borrowing only lingers and lingers as the malice of this age shapes them, are not worth it out, but the disease is incurable. Go bear this a gooseberry. You, that are old, consider not the letter to my lord of Lancaster; this to the prince ; capacities of us that are young: you measure the this to the earl of Westmoreland; and this to old heat of our livers with the bitterness of your galls; mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry and we that are in the vaward of our youth, I must since I perceived the first white hair on my chin : confess, are wags too.
About it ; you know where to find me. [Exit Page.] Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the This gout plays the rogue with my great toe. It is scroll of youth, that are written down old with all no matter if I do halt; I have the wars for my colour, the characters of age ? Have you not a moist eye? and my pension shall seem the more reasonable : a dry hand ? a yellow cheek? a white beard? a A good wit will make use of any thing; I will turn decreasing leg ? an increasing body? Is not your diseases to commodity. 4
[Erit. voice broken? your wind short? your chin double ? your wit single? and every part about you blasted SCENE III. - York. A Room in the Archbishop's with antiquity ? and will you yet call yourself
Palace. young? Fye, fye, fye, sir John !
Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the clock Enter the Archbishop of York, the Lords HASTINGS, in the afternoon, with a white head, and something
MOWBRAY, and BARDOLPH. a round belly. For my voice, — I have lost it with Arch. Thus have you heard our cause, and known hollaing, and singing of anthems. To approve my youth further, I will not: the truth is, I am only And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, old in judgment and understanding; and he that Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes : will caper with me for a thousand marks, let him And first, lord marshal, what say you to it? lend me the money, and have at him. For the box Mowb. I well allow the occasion of our arms; o'the ear that the prince gave you, — he gave it But gladly would be better satisfied, like a rude prince, and you took it like a sensible How, in our means, we should advance ourselves lord. I have checked him for it; and the young To look with forehead bold and big enough lion repents : marry, not in ashes, and sack-cloth; Upon the power and puissance of the king. but in new silk, and old sack.
Hast. Our present musters grow upon the file Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a better To five-and-twenty thousand men of choice; companion !
And our supplies live largely in the hope Fal. Heaven send the companion a better prince! Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns I cannot rid my hands of hiin.
With an incensed fire of injuries. Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you and L. Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, stand. prince Harry : I hear you are going with lord John
eth thus; of Lancaster, against the archbishop, and the earl of Whether our present five-and-twenty thousand Northumberland.
May hold up head without Northumberland. Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it.
Hast. With him, we may. But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady peace
Ay, marry, there's the point : at home, that our armies join not in a hot day! for, But if without him we be thought too feeble, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean not My judgment is, we should not step too far to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, an I Till we had his assistance by the hand; brandish any thing but my bottle, I would I might For, in a ther so bloody-fac'd as this, never spit white again. There is not a dangerous Conjecture, expectation, and surmise action can peep out his head, but I am thrust upon of aids uncertain, should not be admitted it: Well, I cannot last ever; But it was always yet Arch. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph ; for, indeed, the trick of our English nation, if they have a good It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury. thing, to make it too common. If you will needs L. Bard. It was, my lord; who lined himself with say, I am an old man, you should give me rest. I
hope, would to heaven, my name were not so terrible to Eating the air on promise of supply, the enemy as it is. I were better to be eaten to Flattering himself with project of a power
Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts : 7 A large candle for a fenst, 8 The coin called an angel. 3 A large wooden hammer, so heavy as to require three men
to wield it.