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And none contented : sometimes am I king : Would he not stumble? Would he not fall Then, treason makes me wish myself a beggar, down,
(neck And so I am : then, crushing penury (Since pride must have a fall,) and break the Persuades me I was better when a king : Of that proud man that did usurp his back? Then, am I king'd again : and, by and by, Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee, Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, Since thou, created to be aw'd by man, And straight am nothing :--but whate'er I am, Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse ; Nor 1, nor any man, that but man is,
And yet I bear a burden like an ass, With nothing shall be pleas'd, till he be eas'd Spur-gall'd, and tir'd, by jauncing Bolingbroke. With being nothing.–[.Music.] Music do I Enter Keeper, with a dish. hear?
Keep. [To the Groom.} Fellow, give place ; Ha, ha ! keep time :-how sour sweet music is, here is no longer stay.
away. When time is broke, and no proportion kept ! K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert So is it in the music of men's lives.
Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my And here have I the daintiness of ear
heart shall say,
[Erit. To check time broke in a disorder'd string ; Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to? But, for the concord of my state and time, K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou art wont Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
(Exton, who I wasted time, and now doth time waste me ; Keep. My lord, I dare not : Sir Pierce of For now hath time made me his numbering Lately came from the king, commands the clock : (jar contrary,
[ter, and thee! My thoughts are minutes; and, with sighs, they K. Rich. The devil take Henry of LancasTheir watches on unto mine eyes, the outward Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, (watch,
[Strikes the Keeper. Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Keep. Help, help, help! Now, sir, the sounds that tell what hour it is, Enter Sir Pierce of Exton, and Servants, Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my
groans, K. Rich. How now ! what means death in Which is the bell ; so sighs, and tears, and this rude assault ?
(strument. Show minutes, times, and hours :--but my time Villain, thine own hand yields thy death's inRuns posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,
(Snatching a weapon and killing ont. While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the Go thou, and fill another room in hell. clock.
(He kills another: then Exton strikes This music mads me ; let it sound no more ;
him down. For though it have holp madmen to their wits, That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, In me, it seems, it will make wise men mad. That staggers thus my person.—Exton, thy Yet, blessing on his heart that gives it me!
(own land. For 'tis a sign of love ; and love to Richard Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world. Mount, mount, my soul ! thy seat is up on high; Enter Groom.
Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to Groom. Hail, royal prince !
[Dies. K. Rich.
Thanks, noble peer; Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood : The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. Both have I spilt; 0, would the deed were good! What art thou ? and how com'st thou hither. For now the devil, that told me I did well, Where no man never comes, but that sad dog Says that this deed is chronicled in hell. That brings me food to make misfortune live? This dead king to the living king I'll bear, Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, Take hence the rest, and give them burial here. king,
(York, When thou' wert king ; who, travelling towards Scene VI.-Windsor. A Room in the Castle.
(Exeunt. With much ado, at length have gotten leave To look upon my sometimes royal master's face. Flourish. Enter Bolingbroke, as King, York, O, how it yearn'd my heart, when I beheld,
Lords and Attendants. In London streets, that coronation day,
Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary !
we hear That horse that thou so often hast bestrid, Is, that the rebels have consum'd with fire That horse that I so carefully have dress'd! Our town of Cicester, in Glostershire ;
K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell :ne, But whether they be ta'en, or slain, we hear not. How went he under him ? (gentle friend,
Enter Northumberland. Green. So proudly, as if he disdain'd the Welcome, my lord, what is the news? ground.
[his back! North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was on happiness. That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; The next news is, - I have to London sent This hand hath made him proud with clapping The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Bluni, and him.
The manner of their taking may appear (Kent: At large discoursed in this paper here. Enter Exton, with Attendants bearing a coffin.
(Presenting a paper. Exton. Great king, within this coftin I preBoling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for sent thy pains ;
Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies And to thy worth will add right worthy gains. The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, Enter Fitzwater.
Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought. Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to Boling. Exton, I thank thee not ; for thou London
1 hast wrought The heads of Brocas, and Sir Bennet Seely, A deed of slander, with thy fatal hand, Two of the dangerous consorted traitors, Upon my head, and all this famous land, That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow, Exton. From your own mouth, my lord, did Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be I this deed.
Boling. They love not poison that do poison Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
Nor do I thee : though I did wish him dead, Enter Percy, with the Bishop of Carlisle. I hate the murderer, love him murdered. Percy. The grand conspirator, abbot of The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, Westminster,
But neither my good word, nor princely favour: With clog of conscience and sour melancholy, With Cain go wander through the shade of Hath yielded up his body to the grave ;
night But here is Carlisle living, to abide
And never show thy head by day nor light. Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride. Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe, [grow:
Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom, - That blood should sprinkle me to make me Choose out some secret place, some reverend Come, mourn with me for that I do lament, room,
And put on sullen black, incontinent : More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land, So, as thou liv'st in peace, die free from strife : To wash this blood off from my guilty hand :-For though mine enemy thou hast ever been, March sadly after ; grace my mournings here, High sparks of honour in thee have I seen. In weeping after this untimely bier. (Exeunt.
FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. King Henry the Fourth.
Sir Michael, a Friend of the Archbishop of Henry , Prince of Wales} Sons to the King.
Lady Percy, Wife to Hotspur, and Sister to Henry Percy, Earl of Northumberland.
Mortimer. Henry Percy, surnamed Hotspur, his Son. Lady Mortimer, Daughter to Glendower, and Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March.
Wife to Mortimer. Scoop, Archbishop of York.
Mistress Quickly, Hostess of the Boar's Head Archibald, Earl of Douglas.
Tavern, in Eastcheap. Owen Glendower.
Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, Sir Richard Vernon.
Drawers, Carriers, Travellers, and AttendSir John Falstaff.
Shall daub her lips with her own children's
blood; SCENE I.-London. A Room in the Palace.
No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Enter King Henry, Westmoreland, Sir Walter Nor bruise her flow'rets with the armed hoofs Blunt, and others.
Of hostile paces : those opposed eyes, K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, (care, All of one nature, of one substance bred, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils Did lately meet in the intestine shock To be commenc'd in stronds afar remote. And furious close of civil butchery, No more the thirsty entrance of this soil Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks,
March all one way, and be no inore oppos'd A gallant prize ? ha, cousin, is it not?
Who is sweet Fortune's minion, and her pride :
you, coz, In forwarding this dear expedience. [tion, Of this young Percy's pride ? the prisoners,
West. My liege, this haste was hot in ques- Which he in this adventure hath surpris'd, And many limits of the charge set down To his own use he keeps ; and sends me word, But yesternight : when, all athwart, there came I shall have none but Mordake earl of Fife. A post from Wales laden with heavy news ; West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is Whose worst was, that the noble Mortimer, Malevolent to you in all aspects ; (Worcester, Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up Against the irregular and wild Glendower, The crest of youth against your dignity. [this; Was by the rude hands of that Welshman K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer A thousand of his people butcherèd ; (taken, And for this cause a while we must neglect Upon whose dead corpse there was such mis- Our holy purpose to Jerusalem. Such beastly, shameless transformation, [use, Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we By those Welshwomen done, as may not be Will hold at Windsor : so inform the lords: Without much shame re-told or spoken of. But come yourself with speed to us again ; K. Hen. It seems, then, that the tidings of For more is to be said, and to be done, this broil
Ihan out of anger can be uttered. Brake off our business for the Holy Land. West. I will, my liege.
[Exeunt. West. This, match'd with other like, my SCENE 11.---London. Another Room in the gracious lord ;
Enter Prince Henry and Falstaff.
ing of old sack, and unbutioning thee after At Holmedon met,
supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon, Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour ; that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly, As by discharge of their artillery,
which thou wouldst truly know. What a devil And shape of likelihood, the news was told : hast thou to do with the time of the day? unFor he that brought them, in the very heat less hours were cups of sack, and minutes And pride of their contention did take horse, capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and Uncertain of the issue any way. (ous friend, dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the
K. Hen. Here is a dear and true-industri- blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flameSir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, colour'd taffeta : I see no reason why thou Stain'd with the variation of each soil
shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours; of the day. And he hath brought us smooth and welcome Fal. Indeed, you come near me now, Hal : The earl of Douglas is discomfited : [news. for we that take purses, go by the moon and Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty the seven stars, and not by Phoebus, --he, knights,
" that windering knight so fair." And, I Balk'd in their own blood cid Sir Walter see prythee, sweet wag, when thou art king, - - as, On Holmedon's plains : of prisoners, Hot God save thy grace, (majesty, I should say, Mordake earl of Fife and eldest son (spur took for grace thou wilt have none;) To beaten Douglas ; and the earls of Athol, P. Hon. What! none? Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith :
Fai. No, by my truth ; not so much as will And is not this an honourable spoil? serve to be prologue to an egg and butter.
P. Hen. Well, how then ? come, roundly, Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire roundly.
bagpipe. Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou P. Hen. What sayest thou to a hare, or the art king, let not us, that are squires of the melancholy of Moor-ditch ? night's body, be called thieves of the day's Fal. Thou hast the most unsavory similes, beauty : let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen and art, indeed, the most comparative, rasof the shade, minions of the moon; and let callest,-sweet young prince, --but, Hal, I men say, we be men of good government, prythee, trouble me no more with vanity. being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and would to God, thou and I knew where a comchaste mistress the moon, under whose coun-modity of good names were to be bought. An tenance we steal.
old lord of the council rated me the other day ! P. Hen. Thou sayest well, and it holds in the street about you, sir ; but I marked him well, too; for the fortune of us, that are the not; and yet he talked very wisely ; but I remoon's men, doth ebb and flow like the sea, garded him not ; and yet he talked wisely, and being governed, as the sea is, by the moon. in the street too. As for proof, now : a purse of gold most reso- P. Hen. Thou didst well; for wisdom cries lutely snatched on Monday night, and most out in the streets, and no man regards it. dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got Fal. O, thou hast damnable iteration, and with swearing—" lay by ;" and spent with art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast crying—" bring in :' now in as low an ebb as done much harm upon me, Hal,-God forgive the foot of the ladder, and by and by in as high thee for it! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew a flow as the ridge of the gallows.
nothing; and now am I, if a man should Fal. By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. And is not my hostess of the tavern a most I must give over this life, and I will give it over ; sweet wench?
by the Lord, an I do not, I am a villain : I'll P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad be damned for never a king's son in Christenof the castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most dom. sweet robe of durance?
P. Hen. Where shall we take a purse toFal. How now, how now, mad wag! what, morrow, Jack? in thy quips, and thy quiddities? what a plague Fal. Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one ; have I io do with a buff jerkin ?
an I do not, call me villain, and baffle me. P. Hen. Why, what a pox have I to do with P. Hen. I see a good amendinent of life in my hostess of the tavern ?
thee ; from praying to purse-taking. Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckon
Enter Poins, at a distance. ing many a time and oft.
Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal ! 'tis P. Hen. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.
Poins !--Now shall we know if Gadshill have Fal. No; I'll give thee thy due; thou hast set a watch.--0, if men were to be saved by paid all there.
merit, what hole in hell were hot enough for P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my him? This is the most omnipotent villain that coin would stretch ; and where it would not, I ever cried “Stand !" to a true man. have used my credit.
P. Hen. Good morrow, Ned. Fal. Yea, and so used it, that were it not Poins. Good morrow, sweet Hal. What here apparent that thou art heir apparent, says monsieur Remorse? What says Sir John but, I prythee, sweet wag, shall there be gal- Sack-and-Sugar? Jack, how agrees the devil low's standing in England when thou art king? and thee about thy soul, that thou soldest him and resolution thus fobbed, as it is, with the on Good-Friday last, for a cup of Madeira and rusty curb of old father antick, the law? Do a cold capon's leg? not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief. P. Hen. Sir John stands to his word,--the P. Hen. No; thou shalt.
devil shall have his bargain; for he was never Fal. Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be yet a breaker of proverbs,--he will give the a brave judge.
devil his due. P. Hen. Thou judgest false already : I mean, Poins. Then art thou damned for keeping thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, thy word with the devil. and so become a rare hangman.
P. Hen. Else he had been damned for Fal. Well, Hal, well : and in some sort it cozening the devil. jumps with my humour, as well as waiting in Poins. But my lads, my lads, to-morrow the court, I can tell you.
morning, by four o'clock, early at Gadshill! P. Hen. For obtaining of suits ?
There are pilgrims going to Canterbury with Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the rich offerings, and traders riding to London hangman hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I with fat purses: I have visors for you all : am as inelancholy as a gib cat, or a lugged you have horses for yourselves : Gadshill lies bear
to-night in Rochester : I have bespoke supper P. Hen. Or an old lion, or a lover's lute. Ito-morrow night in Castcheap : we may do it
as secure as sleep. If you will go, I will stuff ties he endured ; and in the reproof of this lies your purses full of crowns; if you will not, the jest. tarry at home and be hanged.
P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee : provide us Fal. Hear ye, Yedward ; if I tarry at home, all things necessary, and meet me to-morrow and go not, I'll hang you for going.
night in Eastcheap; there I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. You will, chops ?
Poins. Farewell, my lord.
(Exit. Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one? [my faith. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while P. Hen. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by uphold
Fal. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor The unyok'd humour of your idleness : good fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not Yet herein will I imitate the sun, of the blood royal, if thou darest not stand for Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ten shillings.
[madcap. To smother up his beauty from the world, P. Hen. Well, then, once in my days I'll be a That, when he please again to be himself, Fal. Why, that's well said. [home. Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, P. Hen. Well, come what will, I'll tarry at By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Fal. By the Lord, I'll be a traitor, then, of vapours, that did seem to strangle him. when thou art king.
If all the year were playing holidays, P. Hen. I care not.
To sport would be as tedious as to work ; Poins. Sir John, I pr’ythee, leave the prince But when they seldom come, they wish'd for and me alone : I will lay him down such rea
come, sons for this adventure, that he shall go. And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
Fal. Well, God give thee the spirit of per- So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, suasion, and him the ears of profiting, that And pay the debt I never promised, what thou speakest may move, and what he By how much better than my word I am, hears may be believed, that the true prince may By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; (for recreation sake) prove a false thief : for And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, the poor abuses of the time want countenance. My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Farewell : you shall find me in Eastcheap. Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes,
P. Hen. Farewell, thou latter spring ! Fare-Than that which hath no soil to set it off. well, All-hallown summer !
I'll so offend, to make offence a skill ;
[Exit Falstaff. Redeeming time, when men think least I will. Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us to-morrow : I have a jest to exe- SCENE III.-London. Another Room in the cute, that I cannot manage alone. Falstaff,
Palace. Bardolph, Peto, and Gadshill shall rob those men that we have already waylaid ; yourself Enter King Henry, Northumberland, Worand I will not be there ; and when they have cester, Hotspur, Sir Walter Blunt, and others. the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and this head from my shoulders.
Unapt to stir at these indignities, (temperate, P. Hen. But how shall we part with them And you have found me; for, accordingly, in setting forth?
You tread upon my patience : but, be sure, Poins. Why, we will set forth before or I will from henceforth rather be myself, after them, and appoint them a place of meet- Mighty, and to be fear'd, than my condition ; ing, wherein it is at our pleasure to fail! and Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young then will they adventure upon the exploit And therefore lost that title of respect, (down, themselves ; which they shall have no sooner Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the achieved, but we'll set upon them.
(deserves P. Hen. Ay, but 'tis like that they will know Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little us, by our horses, by our habits, and by every The scourge of greatness to be used on it; other appointment, to be ourselves.
And that same greatness, too, which our own Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see, Have holp to make so portly. [hands I'll tie them in the wood ; our visors we will North. My lord,
(see change, after we leave them; and, sirrah, I K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I do have cases of buckram for the nonce, to immask Danger and disobedience in thine eye : [tory, our noted outward garments. (for us. o, sir, your presence is too bold and péremp
P. Hen. But I doubt they will be too hard And majesty might never yet endure
Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them The moody frontier of a servant brow. (need to be as true-bred cowards as ever turned You have good leave to leave us; when we back ; and for the third, if he fight longer than Your use and counsel, we shall send for you. -he sees reason, I'll forswear arms. The virtue
(Exit Worcester. of this jest will be, the incomprehensible lies [To North.) You were about to speak. that this same fat rogue will tell us, when we North.
Yea, my good lord, meet at supper: how thirty, at least, he fought Those prisoners in your highness' name dewith; what wards, what blows, what extremi- manded,