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caps' more: Worcester is stolen away by night; be son to me, here lies the point;-Why, being thy father's beard is turn'd white with the news; son to me, art thou so pointed at ? Sball the blessed you may buy land now as cheap as stinking macke. sun of heaven prove a micher", and cat blackrel.

berries? a question not to be asked. Shall the son P. Hen. Then, 'tis like, if there come a hot 5 of England prove a thief, and take purses? a quesJune, and this civil buteuing hold, we shall buy tion tú boash'd. There is a thing, Harry, which maidenheads as they buy hob nails, by the hun

thou hast oiten heard of, and it is known to many dreds.

in our land by the name of pitch; this pitch, as Ful. By the mass, lad, thou say'st true; it is ancient writers do report, doth delile; so doth the like we shall have good trading that way;-But,tell 10 company thou keepest: for, Harry, now I do not me, Hal, art thou not horribly ateard? Thou being speak to thee in drink, but in tears; not in pleaheir apparent, could the world pick thee out three sure, but in passion; not in words only, but in such enemies again, as that tiend Douglas, that woes also:

-And vet there is a virtuous man, spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Aitthou whom I have often noted in thy company, but's not horribly a raid? doth not the blood thrill at it 15 know not his name. P. Hen. Not a whit, i'faith; I lack some of P. Henry. What manner of inan, an it like

your thy instinct.

majesty? Fal. Well, thou wit be horribly chid to mor- fuli A goodly portly man, i'faith, and a corpurow, when thou comest to thy father: it thou love lent; of a cheertui look, a pleasing eye, and a me, practise an answer.

201.most noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some P. Hen. Do thou stand for my father, and only, or, by'r-lads, inclining to three:core; and exainine me on the particulars of my liie. now I remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that

Ful. Shall 1: content:- This chair shall be my man should be lewdly given, he decliveth me; for, state, this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion iny Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the fruit

2; nay be known by the tree, as the tree by the P. Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy fruit, then, peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue golden sceptre for a leaden dagsrer, and thy pre- in that Falstatt: him keep with, the rest banish. cious rich crown for a pitiful baid crown!

inci tell me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, Fal. Well, an the tire of grace be not quite 011 where hast thou been this month? of thee, now shalt thou be moved --Give me a cup 30 P.11n. Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou of sack, to make mine eyes lock red, that it may stand for me, and I'll play my father. be thought I have wept; for I must speak in pas- lu'. Depose me? if ihou dost it half so gravely, sion, and I will do it in king Cambyses’ vein. so majestically, both in word and matter, bang P. Hen. Well, here is my leg'.

me up by the heels for a' rabbet-sucker, or a Fal. And here is my speech:-Stand aside, no-350ulterer's hare. bility.

P. llin. Well, here I am st. Host. This is excellent sport, i'faith.

Ful. And here I stand:--judge, my masters. Fal. Weep not, sueet queen, for trichling tears P. II n. Now, Harry? whence come you?

Ful. My noble lor i, from East-cheap: Host. () the father, how he holds his counte- 40 P. Hinry. The complaints I hear of thee are nance !

grievous. Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful Fil. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false :-nay, queen,

I'll tichle ye for a young prince, i'faith. For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. P. Hen. Swearest thou, un gracious boy? hence.

Host. O rare! he doth it as like one of these 45 forth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carharlotry players, as I ever see.

ried away from grace: there is a devil haunts Ful. Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle. thee, in the likeness of a fat old man; a tun of brain. ----Harry', I do not only marvel where nan is thy companion. Why dost thou converse thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art ac- with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch! companied: for ihough the camomile, the more 50 of beastliness, that swoln parcel of dropsies, that it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, huge bombard of sack, that stuít cloak-bag of the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears. That yuis, that roasted Manningtree os with the pud. thou art my son, I have partly thy mother's word. iding in his belly, that reverenci Vice, that grey inipartly my own opinion, but chiefly, a villainon: quity, that father ruflian, that vanity in years? trick of thine eye, and a foo ish nanging of thy 55 Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and drmk it? nether lip, that doth warrant me.

Tithen thoi Wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a capon Meaning Scots, who wore blue bonnets. 2 Alluding to the tragedy of Cambyses king of Persia, written by Thomas Preston. * That is, my obeisance to niy father. * Probably the nick-name of some strong liquor.

? This speech was perhaps intended by our author as a ridicule on the public oratory of that time. oi. e. truant. To mich (pronounced inike,) is to lurk out of sight, a hedgecreeper.

'i.e. a sucking rabbet., poulterer's hare means, a hare hung up by the hindiegs without a skin, and which is long and slender. * A bolting-hutch is the wooden receptacle into which the meal is boited.


are vam.


and eat it? Wherein cupning, but in craft? Fal. Both which I have had: but their date is Wherein crafty, but in villainy? Wherein villain- out, and therefore I'll hide me. ous, but in all things? Wherein worthy, but in [Exeunt Falstaff, Bardolpl, Gadshill, and nothing?

Peto: minent Prince and Poins. Fal. I would your grace would take me with 5 P. Henry. Call in the ́; whom means your grace?

Enter Sheriff, and Carrier. P. Henry. That villainous abominable mis- Now, master sheriff; what's your will with me? leader of youth, Falstatt, that old white-bearded Sher. First, pardon me, iny lord. A hue and Satan.

Hath follow'd certain men unto this house. [cry Ful. My lord, the man I know.

10 P. Henry. What men?

[lord; P. Henry. I know thou dost.

Sher. One of their is well known, my gracious Fal. But to say, I know more harm in him than A gross fat man. in myself, were to say more than I know. That Car. As fat as butter. he is old, (the more ihe pity) his white hairs do P. Henry. The man, I do assure you, is not here; witness it: but that he is (saving your reverence) 15 For I myself at this time have employ'd him. a whoremaster, that I utterly deny. If sack and And, sheriff, I engage my word to thee, sugar' be a fault, God help the wicked! If to be That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time, old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that Send him to answer thee, or any man, I know is damn'd: if to be fat be to be hated, then For any thing he shall be charg'd withal : Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved: No, my good 20 And so let me intreat you leave the house, Jord; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins: Sher. I will, my lord: There are two gentlemen but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks. Jack Falstall, valiant Jack Falstall, and therefore P. Henry. It may be so; if he have robb'd these more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff,

men, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not 25 He shall be answerable; and so, farewell. hin thy Harry's conipany; banish plump Jack, Sher. Good night, my noble lord. and banish all the world. P. Henry. I do, I will.

Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. [Knocking; and Hostess and Bardolph go out.

[Erit. 30 P. Henry: This oily rascal is known as well as Re-enter Bardolph, running.

Paul's: Go, call him forth. Bar. O, my lord, my lord; the sheriff, with a Poins. Falstaff!--fast asleep behind the arras, most ionstrous watch, is at the door.

and snorting like a horse. Fal. Out, you rogue! play out the play: I have P. Henry. Hark how hard he fetches breath:much to say in the behalf of that Falstail. 135 Search his pockets.

He searches his pockets and finds certain papers. Re-enter Hostess.

What hast thou found? Host. O, my lord, my lord !

Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord. Fal. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fid- P. Henry. Let's see what they be: read them. dlestick: what's the matter?

Poins. Item, a capon, 2s. 2d. Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at the Item, Sauce, 4d. door: they are come to search the house; shall I Item. Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d. let them in?

Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d. Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true Item, Bread, a halfpenny. piece of gold, a counterfeit: thou art essentially 45 P. Henry. O monstrous! but one halfpenny. mad, without seeming so.

worth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! P. Henry. And thou a natural coward, without What there is else, keep close; we'll read it at instinct.

more advantage; there let him sleep till day. I'll Fal. I deny your major: if you will deny the to the court in the morning : we must all to the sheriff, so; if not, let him enter: if I become no 5o wars, and thy place shall be honourable. I'll proa cart as well as another man, a plague on my cure this fat rogue a charge of foot; and, I know, bringing up! I hope I shall as soon be strangled his death will be a march of twelve scores. The with a halter, as another.

money shall be paid back again, with advantage. P. Henry. Go, hide thee behind the arras";- Be with me hetimes in the morning; and so good the rest walk up above. Now, my masters, for 55 morrow, Poins, a true face, and a good conscience.

Poins. Good morrow, good my lord. [Exeunt. * Cunning here means knowing, or skilful. ?i. e. let me know your meaning. was a favourite liquor in Shakspeare's time. A proverbial phrase. 5 In old houses there were always large spaces left between the arras and the walls.

i. e. it will kill him to march as far as twelvescore yards.



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Can trace me in the tedious ways of art, The Archdeacon of Bangor's house in Wales.

Or hold me pace in deep experiments. [Welsh:

Hot. I think there is no man speaks better Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Lord Mortimer, and I will to dinner.

[mad. Owen Glendower.

5 Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make bim Mor. THESE promises are fair, the parties

Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. sure,

Hot. Why, so cau l; or so can any man: And our induction' full of prosperous hope. But will they come, when you do call for them?

Hot.Lord Mortimer,—and cousin Glendower,- Glend. Why, I can teach thee, cousin, to comWill you sit down ?

10 The devil.

(mand And, uncle Worcester :-A plague upon it!

Hot. And I can teach thee, cousin, to shame I have forgot the map:

the devil, Glend. No, here it is.

By telling truth; Tell truth,and shame the devil. Sit, cousin Percy; sit, gooil cousin Hotspur: ir thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, For by that name as oft as Lancaster

15 And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale; and, with

hence. A rising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven. 0, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. Hot. And you in hell, as oiten as he hears

Mort. Come, come, Owen Glendower spoke of.

No more of this unprotitable chat. (made head Glend. I cannot blame him : at my nativity,

20 Glund. Three times hath Henry Bolinghroke The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Against my power: thrice, from the banks of Wye, Of burning cressets?; and, at my birth,

And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him, The frame and the foundation of the earth

Booteless home, and weather-beaten back. [too! Shak'd like a coward.

Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather Hot. Why, so it would have done,

25 How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name? At the same season, if your mother's cat [born. Glend. Come, here's the map; Shall we divide Had but kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been

our right,
Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I was According to our three-fold order taken?

Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it
Hot. And I say the earth was not of my mind, 30 Into three limits, very equally:
If you suppose, ás fearing you it shook. England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth By south and east, is to my part assign’d:
did tremble.

[on tire,

All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore, Hot. O, tben the earth shook to see the heavens And all the fertile land within that bound, And not in fear of your nativity,

35 To Owen Glendower:-and, dear coz, to you Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth

The remnant northward, lying off fro:n Trent. In strange eruptions: ost the teeming earth And our indentures tripartite are drawn: Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd

Which being sealed interchangeably, By the imprisoning of unruly wind [ing,

(A business that this night may execute) Within her womb; which, for enlargement strive 40 To-morrow, cousin Percy, you, and I, Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth, Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your birth, To meet your father, and the Scottish power, Our grandam earth, having this distemperature, As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury. In passion shook.

My father Glendower is not ready yet, Glend. Cousin, of many men

45 Nor shall we need bis help these fourteen days:I do not bear these crossings. Give meieave Within that space you may have drawn together To tell you once again,--that, at my birth, Your tenants, friends,and neighbouring gentlemen. The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes;

[To Glendower. The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds Glind. A shorter time shall send me to your lords, Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields. 10 And in my conduct shall your ladies come, These signs have mark'd me extraordinary; From whom you now must steal, and takeno leave; And all the courses of my life do shew,

For there will be a world of water shed, I am not in the roll of common inen.

Upon the parting of your wives and you. [here, Where is he living,-clipp'd in with the sea, Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton Thatchidesthebanksof England, Scotland, Wales,-- 55 In quantity equals not one of yours : Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?

See, how this river comes me cranking in, And bring him out, that is but woman's son, And cuts me, from the best of all my land,

That is, entrance, beginning. An induction, however, was anciently something introductory to a play: The cresset-lights were lights fixed on a moveable frame, or cross like a turnstile, and were carried on poles, in processions. Beldanie is used here simply in the sense of ancient mother. Perjaps we should read crankling,

A huge


A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle' out. As puts me from my faith. I tell you what,-
I'll have the current in this place damm'd up; He held me last night at the least nine hours,
And here the sinug and silver Trent shall run, In reckoning up the several devils' names,
In a new channel, fair and evenly:

That were his lacqueys: I cry'd, hum,—and well, It shall not wind with such a deep indent, 5

-go to,To rob me of so rich a bottom here. [doth. But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious

Glind. Not wind? it shall, it must; you see it As a tired horse, a railing wife; Alort. Yea, but mark, how he bears his course, Worse than a smoaky house :--I had rather live and runs me up

With cheese and garlick, in a windmill, far; With like advantage on the other side ;

10 Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me, Gelding the opposed continent as much,

In any summer. house in Christendom.
As on the other side it takes froin you. There Mórt, In faith, he is a very worthy gentleman ;

Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trenchs him Exceeding well read, and profited
And on this north side win this cape of land; In strange concealments’; valiant as a lion,
And then he suns straight and even.

15 And wondrous attable; and as bountiful
Hot. I'll have it so; a little charge will do it. As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ?
Glend. I will not have it alter'd.

lle holds your temper in a high respect, Hot. Will not you?

And curbj hiinselt even of his natural scope, Glend. No, nor you shall not.


you do cross his humour; 'faith, he does : Hot. Who shall say me nay?

201 warrant you, that man is not alive, Glend. Why, that will l.

Might so have tempted him, as you have done, Hot. Let me not understand you then,

without the taste of danger and reproof; Speak it in Welsh.

But do not use it oft, let me intieat you. Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you; Wor. In faith, my lord, you are tou wilful-blame; For I was train'd up in the English court: 25 And, since your coming bitber, have done enough Where, being but young, I tramed to the harp To put him quite beside lis patience. Many an English ditty, lovely well,

You must needs learn, lord, io amend this fault; And gave the tongue'a helptul ornament; Tho' sometimes it shew greatness, courage, blood, A virtue that was never seen in you.

(And that's the dearest grace it renders you,) Hot. Marry, and I'm glad on't with all my heart; 30 Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, I had rather be a kitten and cry-mew,

Defect of manners, want of government, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers: Pride, hauglitiness, opinion, and disdain : I had rather hear a brazen candlestick* turn’d, The least of which, haunting a nobleman, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;

Loseth men's hearts; and leaves behind a stain And that would nothing set my teeth on edge, 35 (pon the beauty of all parts besides, Nothing so much as mincing poetry;

Beguiling them of commendation. 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shutiling nag.

Hot. Well, I am schoold; Good manners be Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn’d.

your speed! Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land Ilere come our vives, and let us take our leave. To any well-deserving fiend;


Re-enter Glendoweor, with the Lucies. But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,

Mort. This is the deadly spight that angers me, I'll cavil o! the ninth part of a hair.

My wife can speak no English, I no leish. Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? Glend. My daughter weeps; she will not part Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away by night ;

45 She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars. (I'll haste the writer') and, withal,

Mort. Good father, tell her,—she, and my aunt Break with your wives of your departure bence:

Percy, I am afraid, my daughter will run mad,

Shall follow in your conduct speedily. So much she doteth on her Mortimer. [Lxit. [Glendower speuks to her in Welsh, and Mort. tie, cousin Percy! how you cross my 50

she anstrer's him in the same. father!

Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish selfHot. I cannot chuse: sometimes he angers one

will'd harlotry, one With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant', That no persuasion can do good upon. Of the dreamer Merlin, and his prophecies;

[Lady speaks to Mortimer in Irelsk. And of a dragon, and a tinless fish,

55 Afort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh A clip-wing'd griifin, and a moulten raven, Which thou pourest down from these swelling A chucbing lion, and a ramping cat,

heavens, And such a deal of skimuble-skainble stuff I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,

A cantle is a corner or piece of any thing. 2 Mr. Steerens says that the real name of Ouen Glendower was l'aughun, and that he was originally a barrister of the Middle Temple. 'i.e. the English language. * The word is written-cunstick in the quartos 1598, 1599, and 1608; and so it might Have been pronounced. "He means the writer of the articles. ó This alludes to an old prophec y, which is said to have induced Owen Glendower to take up arms against king Henry. The mould-zegarp is the mol , so called because it rendiers the surface of the earth unlevel by the hillocks which it raises. 'i. e. skilled in wonderful secrets.

with you,


In such a parley should I answer thee.

Laulu. What's that? [The lady uguin in Welsh. Hot. Peace! she sings. I understand thy kisses, and thou mine,

[Here the lady sings (Welsh song. And that's a feeling disputation:

Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. But I will never be a truant, love,

Lada. Vot mine, in gooi sooth. 'Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue lot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Ileart, you Males Welsh as sweet as ditties highly pennd, rear like a commit-maker's wife!

Not you, in Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, good sooth; and, Astrue as I live; and, As God With ravishing division, to her lute.

shall mend me; and, As sure as day: and givest Glend. Nay, it you melt, then will she run mad. 10 uch sarcenet surety for thy oaths, as if thou never

¿The lud speaks aguin in itclsh. walk’dst further than Finsbury'.
Mort. 0, I am ignorance itself in this.

Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art,
Glend. She bids you,

A good mouth-tilling oath and leave In sooth, * Upon the wanton rushies' lay you down,

And such protests of pepper ginger-bread?, And rest your gentle head upon her lap, 15 To velvet guards, and sunday-citizens. And she will sing the song that pleaseth you,

Come, sing. And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep’, Lady. I will not sing. Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness; Hot. 'Tis the next" way to turn tailor?", or be Making such difference betwixt wake and sleep,

Red-breast teacher', An the indentures be As is the difference betwixt day and night, |20|crawn, I'll away within these two hours; and so The hour befor the heavenly-harness’d team come in when you will.

[Exit. Begins his golden progress in the east. [sing :) Glind. ('ome, come, lord Mortimer; you are Alort. liith all my heart I'll sit, and bear bu

as slow,
By that time will our book', I thinki, be drawn. Is hot lori Perev is on fire to go.
Glend. Do so;

By this, our book is drawn; we will but seal, * And those inusicians that shall play to you,

And then to horse immediately.
Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; Alort. With all my heart.

[Ereunt. Yet straight they shall be here; sit, and attend.

Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying
down: Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my 30

The presence-chamber in Windsor.
head in thy lap.

Enter King 11.nry, Prince of Wales, Lords, and Lady. Go, ye giddy 'goose. [The music plays.

Hot. Now, I perceive, the devil understa ds ki il: ury. Lords, give us leave; the Prince of
And 'tis no marvel, be's so humorous. [Welsh;

Wales and I
By’r-Lady, he's a good musician.

135 Must have some private conference: But be near
Lady. I hen should you be nothing but musical; At hand, for we shall presently have need of you.--
you are altogether govern’d by humours. Lie

[Excunt Lords. still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh. I know not whether God will have it so,

Hot. I had rather hear Ludil, my brach, howl For s'me displeasing services I have done, in Irish.

40 Thirt, in his secret doom, out of my blood Lady. Would'st have thy head broken? lle'll breed revengement and a scourge for me: Hot. No.

But thon dost, in thy passages of life'",
Lady. Then be still.

Make me believe,- that thou art only mark'd
Ilot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault".

For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven, Lady. Now God help thee!

14. To punish my mis-treadings: Tell me else, Tlot. To the Welsh lady's bed.

would such inordinate, and low desires,

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'It was long the custom in this country, to strew the floors with rushes, as we now cover them with

carpets. The expression is beautiful; intimating, that the god of sleep should not only sit on his eye-lids, but that he should sit crown'd, that is, pleased and delighted. Si. e. our papers of conditions, our articles. Every composition, whether play, ballad, or history, was anciently called a book. * And for an, which often signities in our author it or tho', is frequently used by old writers. А proverbsial expression; meaning, that it is the usual fault of women never to do what they are bid or desired to do. Open walks and fields near Chiswell-street, London-Wall, by Moorgate; and at that time the common resort of the citizens. 'i.e. protestations as common as the letters which children learn from an alphabet of ginger-bread. What we now call spice, was then denominated pepper, gingerbread. i. e. to such as have their cloaths adorned with shreds of velvet, which appear then to have been a city fashion. The next way-is the nearest way.

10 Tailors seem to have been as remarhable for singing as tucators, of whose musical turn Shakspeare has before made mention in this play.. " The honourable Daines Barrington observes, that “ a gold-finch still continues to be called a proud tailor, in some parts of England,” which renders this passage intelligible, that otherwise seems to have no meaning whatsoever. Perhaps this bird is called proud tailor, because his plumage is varied like a suit of cloaths made out of remmants of ditferent colours, such as a tailor might be supposed to wear. The sense then will be this:--The viext thing to singing oneself, is to teach birds to sing, the gold-inch and the Robin. - See note'abores Service for action, simply "* i. e, in the passages of thy life.


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