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A deed of siander with thy fatal hand, And never show thy head by day nor light.-
Upon my head, and all this famous land. Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe,
Exton. Froin your own mouth, my lord, did That blood should sprinkle me, to make me
I this deed.

grow: Boling. They love not poison that do poison Come, mourn with me for what I do lament, need,

And put on sullen black incontinent;* Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead, I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land, I hate the murderer, love him murdered. To wash this blood off from my guilty hand:The guilt of conscience take thou for thy la- March sadly after; grace my mournings bour,

here, But neither my good word, nor princely favour: In weeping after this untimely bier. [Exeunt. With Cain go wander through the shade of night,

* Immediately.

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PRINCE' JOHN ot Lancaster, Sons to the King.


Prince of


EARL OF WESTMORELAND, Friends to the King. Lady Percy, Wife to Hotspur, and Sister to

THOMAS PERCY, Earl of Worcester.
HENRY Percy, Earl of Northumberland.

LADY MORTIMER, Daughter to Glendower, and

Wife to Mortimer.
HENRY PERCY, surnamed HotSPUR, his Son.
EDWARD Mortimer, Earl of March.

Mrs. QUICKLY, Hostess of a Tavern in EastSCROOP, Archbishop of York.

cheap. ARCHIBALD, Earl of Douglas.

Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, ChamberOWEN GLENDOWER.

lain, Drawers, two Carriers, Travellers, and Sir RICHARD VERNON.


SCENE, England,



Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet,

Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd SCENE I.-London.-A Room in the Palace.

For our advantage, on the bitter cross. Enter King HENRY, WESTMORELAND, Sir Wal. But this our purpose is a twelve-month old,

And bootless* 'tis to tell you-we will go; Ter Blunt, and others.

Therefore we meet not now:

-Then let me K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with

hear care,

Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, What yesternight our council did decree, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils In forwarding this dear expedience. To be commenc'd in stronds* afar remote. West. My liege, this haste was hot in ques. No more the thirsty Erinnyst of this soil

tion, Shall daub her lips with her own children's And many limits of the charge set down blood;

But yesternight: when, all athwart, there No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Nor bruise ber flowrets with the armed hoofs A post from Wales, loaden with heavy news; Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes, Whose worst was,--that the noble Mortimer, Which-like the meteors of a troubled heaven, Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight All of one nature, of one substance bred, Against the irregular and wild Glendower, Did lately meet in the intestine shock Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken, And furious close of civil butchery,

And a thousand of his people butchered: Shall now, in mutual, well-beseeming ranks, Upon whose dead corps there was such misuse, March all one way; and be no more oppos'd Such beastly, shameless transformation, Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies : By those Welshwomen done, as may not be, The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife, Without much shame, re-told or spoken of. No more shall cut his master. Therefore, K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of As far as to the sepulchre of Christ, [friends,

this broil (Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross Brake off our business for the Holy Land. We are impressed and engag'd to fight,).

West. This, match'd with other, did, my Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;

gracious lord ; Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' For more uneven and unwelcome news womb

Came from the north, and thus it did import. To chase these pagans, in those holy fields, On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there, Strands, banks of the sea. + The fury of discord. * Needless. | Expedition. * Estimates, Force, army.

Sptember lé.


(acz & Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald, devil hast thou to do with the time of the day?

That ever-valiant and approved Scot, unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes
At Holmedon met,

capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour; dials of signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed As by discharge of their artillery,

sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colourd
And shape of likelihood, the news was told; taffata ; I see no reason, why thou should’st
For he that brought them, in the very heat be so superfluous to demand the time of the
And pride of their contention did take horse, day.
Uncertain of the issue any way.

Fal. Indeed, you come near me, now, Hal: K. Hen. Here is a dear and true-industrious for we, that take purses, go by the moon and friend,

seven stars; and not by Phoebus,--he, that
Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, wandering knight so fair. And, pray thee,
Stain'd* with the variation of each soil sweet wag, when thou art king,--as, God sare
Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours; thy grace, (majesty, I should say; for grace
And he hath brought us smooth and welcome thou wilt have vone,)
The earl of Douglas is discomfited; [news. P. Hen. What, none?
Ten thousand bold Scots, two-and-twenty Fal. No, by my troth; not so much as will

serve to be prologue to an egg and butter.
Balk'dt in their own blood, did Sir Walter see P. Hen. Well, how then? come, roundly,
On Holmedon's plains: Of prisoners, Hotspur roundly.
Mordake the earl of Fife, and eldest son [took Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art
To beaten Douglas; and the earls of Athol, king, let not us, that are squires of the night's
Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith.

body, be called thieves of the day's beauty; let And is not this an honourable spoil ?

us be-Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the A gallant prize ? ha, cousin, is it not ! shade, minions* of the moon: And let men say, West. In faith,

we be men of good government: being governed It is a conquest for a prince to boast of. as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress K. Hen. Yea, there thou mak’st me sad, and the moon, under whose countenance wemak'st me sin

steal. In envy that my lord Northumberland

P. Hen. Thou say'st well; and it holds well Should be the father of so blest a son:

too: for the fortune of us, that are the moon's A son, who is the theme of honour's tongue; men, doth ebb and flow like the sea; being Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant; governed as the sea is, by the moon. As, for Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride: proof, now: A purse of gold most resolutely Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, snatched on Monday night, and most dissoSee riot and dishonour stain the brow (prov'd, lutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with Of my young Harry. O, that it could be swearing-lay by;t and spent with cryingThat some night-tripping fairy had exchang'd bring in :t now, in as low an ebb as the foot of In cradle-clothes our children where they say, the ladder:

and, by and by, in as high a flow as
And callid mine-Percy, his-Plantagenet! the ridge of the gallows.
Then would I have his Harry, and he mine. Fal. By the Lord, thou say'st true, lad. And
But let him from my thoughts:—What think is not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet
you coz',

Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners, P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad
Which he in this adventure hath surpriz'd, of the castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most
To his own use he keeps; and sends me word, sweet robe of durance?
I shall have none but Mordake earl of Fife. Ful. How now, how now, mad wag? what,
West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is in thy quips, and thy quiddities? what a plague

have'l to do with a buff jerkin?
Malevolent to you in all aspects;

P. Hen. Why, what a pox bave I to do with
Which makes him prunes himself, and bristle my hostess of the tavern i
The crest of youth against your dignity. (up Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckon-
K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer ing, many a time and oft.

P. Hen. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy
And, for this cause, awhile we must neglect part?
Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.

Fal. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast
Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we paid all there.
Will hold at Windsor, so inform the lords: P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my
But come yourself with speed to us again; coin would stretch; and, where it would not,
For more is to be said, and to be done, I have used my credit.
Than out of anger can be uttered.

Fal. Yea, and so used it, that were it not here
West. I will, my liege.

[Exeunt. apparent that thou art heir apparent,-But, I

prythee, sweet wag, shall there be gallows SCENE II.-The same.- Another Room in standing in England when thou art king? and the Palace.

resolution thus fobbed as it is, with the rusty

crub of old father antic the law? Do not thou,
Enter Henry Prince of Wales, and Falstaff. when thou art king, hang a thief.
Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad?

P. Hen. No; thou shalt.
P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drink. Fal. Shall I! O rare By the Lord, I'll be a
ing of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after brave judge.
supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon,

P. Hen. Thou judgest false already; I mean,
that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and
which thou would'st truly know. What the so become a rare hangman.

Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it
* Covered with dirt of different colours.
Pilod up in a beap.

Favourites. + Stand still 1 More wine.
Trim, as birds clean their feathers.

The dress of Sheriff's officers.


jumps with my humour, as well as waiting in morrow night in Eastcheap; we may do it as the court, I can tell you.

secure as sleep: If you will go, I will stuff P. Hen. For obtaining of suits?

your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tar Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suits: whereof ry at home, and be hanged. the hangman hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, Ful. Hear me, Yedward; if I tarry at home, I am as melancholy as a gib* cat, or a lugged and go not, I'll hang you for going. bear.

Poins. You will, chops ? P. Hen. Or an old lion; or a lover's lute. Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one ? Ful. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire P. Hen. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my bagpipe.

faith. P. Hen. What sayest thou to a hare, or the Ful. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor melancholy of Moor-ditch ?

good fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes; of the blood royal, if thou darest not stand for and art, indeed, the most comparative, rascal- ten shillings. liest,-sweet young prince,-But, Hal, I pr’y. P. Hlen. Well, then once in my days I'll be thee, trouble me no more with vanity. I would a mad-cap. to God, thou and I knew where a commodity Fal. Why, that's well said. of good names were to be bought: An old lord P. Hen. Well, come what will, I'll tarry at of the council rated me the other day in the home, street about you, Sir; but I marked him not: Fal. By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when and yet he talked very wisely; but I regarded thou art king. him not: and yet he taked wisely, and in the P. Hen. I care not. street too.

Poins. Sir John, I pr’ythee, leave the prince P. Hen. Thou did'st well; for wisdom cries and me alone; I will lay him down such reaout in the streets, and no man regards it. sons for this adventure, that he shall go.

Fal. O thou hast damnable iteration;t and Fal. Well, may'st thou have the spirit of perart, indeed, able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast suasion, and he the ears of profiting, that what done much harm upon me, Hal,--God forgive thou speakest may move, and what be hears thee for it! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew may be believed, that the true prince may (for nothing; and now am I, if a man should speak recreation sake, prove a false thief; for the truly, little better than one of the wicked. I poor abuses of the time want countenance. must give over this life, and I will give it over; Farewell: You shall find me in Eastcheap. by the Lord, an I do not, I am a villain ; I'll P. Hen. Farewell, thou latter spring! Farebe damned for never a king's son in Christen- well, All-hallown-summer!+ [Exit Falstaff. dom.

Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride P. Hen. Where shall we take a purse to with us to-morrow; I have a jest to execute, morrow, Jack ?

that I cannot manage alone. Falstaff, Bar Fal. Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one; an dolph, Peto, and Gadshill, shall rob those men I do not, call me villain, and baffleộ me. that we have already way-laid; yourself, and

P. Hen. I see a good amendment of life in 1, will not be there and when they have the thee; from praying, to purse-taking.

booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this

head from my shoulders. Enter Poins, at a distance.

P. Hen. But how shall we part from them

in setting forth ? Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. them, and appoint them a place of meeting, Poins !-Now shall we know if Gadshill hath wherein it is at our pleasure to fail ; and then set a match.ll. O, if men were to be saved by will they adventure upon the exploit themmerit, what hole in hell were hot enough for selves: which they shall have no sooner achievhim? 'This is the most omnipotent villain, thated, but we'll set upon them. ever cried, Stand, to a true man.

P. Hen. Ay, but, 'tis like, that they will P. Hen. Good morrow, Ned.

know us, by our horses, by our habits, and by Poins. Good morrow, sweet Hal.-What every other appointment, to be ourselves. says monsieur Remorse? What says Sir John Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see, Sack-and-Sugar? Jack, how agrees the devil I'll tie them in the wood; our visors we will and thee about thy soul, that thou soldest him change, after we leave them; and, sirrah, I on Good-Friday last, for a cup of Madeira, have cases of buckram for the nonce, to imand a cold capon's leg?

mask our noted outward garments. P. Hen. Sir John stands to his word, the P. Hen. But, I doubt, they will be too hard devil shall have his bargain ; for he was never for us. yet a breaker of proverbs, he will give the devil Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them his due.

to be as true-bred cowards as ever turned back; Poins. Then art thou damned for keeping thy and for the third, if he fight longer than he word with the devil.

sees reason, I'll forswear arms. The virtue of P. Hen. Else he had been damned for cozen- this jest will be, the incomprehensible lies that ing the devil.

this same fat rogue will tell us, when we meet Poins. But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow at supper: how thirty, at least, he fought morning, by four o'clock, ear at Gadshill: with; what wards, what blows, what extremiThere are pilgrims going to Canterbury with ties he endured ; and, in the reproof of this, rich offerings, and traders riding to London lies the jest. with fat purses: I have visors** for you all, you P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee; provide us all have horses for yourselves ; Gadshill lies to things necessary, and meet me to-morrow night night in Rochester; I have bespoke supper to- in Eastcheap, there I'll sup. Farewell.

Gib cat, should be lid cat,-a Scotch term at this day * The value of a coin called real or royal. for a gelded cat. + Croak of a frog.

+ Fine weather at All-hallown-tide, (1. 6. All Saints, * Citation of holy texts. ( Treat me with ignominy. Nov, 1st,) is called a All-hallown summer. # Made an appointment. Honest ** Masks.


+ Confutation.

Poins. Farewell, my lord. (Exit Poins. He was perfumed like a milliner;
P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while And 'twixt his finger and his thumb be held

A pouncet-box,* which ever and anon
The unyok'd humour of your idleness : He gave his nose, and took't away again ;-
Yet herein will I imitate the sun;

Who, therewith angry, when it next came
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds


(talk'd; To smother up his beauty from the world, Took it in snuff:--and still he smild, and That, when he please again to be himself, And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, He call’d them—untaught knaves, unmannerBy breaking through the foul and ugly mists To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse

Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him. Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
If all the year were playing holidays,

With many holiday and lady terms
To sport would be as tedions as to work; He question’d me; among the rest demanded
But, when they seldom come, they wish'd-for My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf.

I then, all smarting, with my wounds being
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. To be so pester'd with a popinjay,t

So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, Out of my grief and my impatience,
And pay the debt I never promised,

Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what;
By how much better than my word I am, He should, or he should not;-for he made me
By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ;*

mad, And, like bright metal on a sullent ground, To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,

And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman, Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes, Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save Than that which hath no foil to set it off.

the mark!) I'll so offend, to make offence a skill; And telling me, thé sovereign'st thing on earth Redeeming time, when men think least I will. Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise;

[Exit. And that it was great pity, so it was,

That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd SCENE III.-The same. Another Room in the Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Palace.

Which many a good tallõ fellow had destroy'd Enter King Henry, NORTHUMBERLAND, Wor. He would hiinselt have been a soldier.

So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns, CESTER, Hotspur, Sir Walter Blunt, and This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord, others.

I answer'd indirectly, as I said; K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and And, I beseech you, let not this report Unapt to stir at these indignities, [temperate, Come current for an accusation, And you have found me; for accordingly, Betwixt my love and your high majesty. You tread upon my patience: but, be sure, Blunt. The circumstance consider’d, good I will from henceforth rather be myself,

my lord, Mighty, and to be lear'd, than my condition;t Whatever Harry Percy then hath said, Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young To such a person, and in such a place, down,

At such a time, with all the rest re-told, And therefore lost that title of respect, May reasonably die, and never rise Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the To do him wrong, or any way impeach proud.

What then he said, so he unsay it now. Wor. Dur house, my sovereign liege, little K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisondeserves

But with proviso, and exception, The scourge of greatness to be used on it; That we, at our own charge, shall ransom And that same greatness too which our own straight Have holp to make so portly.

[hands His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer; North. My lord,

Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I see The lives of those that he did lead to tight

danger And disobedience in thine eye: 0, Sir,

Against the great magician, damn'd Glendower;

(March Your presence is too bold and peremptory, Whose daughter, as we hear, the earl of And majesty might never yet endure

Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then The moody frontierý of a servant brow. (need Be emptied, to redeem a traitor home? You have good leavell to leave us; when we Shall we buy treason ? and indent|| with fears, Your use and counsel, we shall send for When they have lost and forfeited themselves? you.

(Exit WORCESTER. No, on the barren mountains let him starve; You were about to speak. [To North. For I shall never hold that man my friend,

North. Yea, my good lord. [manded, Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost Those prisoners in your highness' name de- To ransom home revolted Mortimer. Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took, Hot. Revolted Mortimer! Were, as he says, not with such strength de- He never did fall off, my sovereign liege, As is deliver'd to your majesty: (nied But by the chance of war;—To prove that true, Either envy, therefore, or misprision

Needs no more but one tongue for all those Is guilty of this fault, and not my son. Hot. My liege


[took, did deny no prisoners. Those mouthed' wounds, which valianily he But, I reniember, when the fight was done, When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, In single opposition, hand to hand, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword He did confound the best part of an hour Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, In changing hardiment** with great GlendowFresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reapa, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest home; * Expectations.

* A small box for musk or other perfumes.
+ Dull.
1 Disposition.

+ Parrot.
| Forehead.
|| Ready assent.

Il Sign an indenture, Expend. ** Hardiness.



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