Search his pockets. [Poins searches.] What hast thou found?

Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord.

P. Hen. Let's see what they be read them. Poins. [Reads.] Item, A Capon. Item, Sauce

IItem, Sack, two gallons.

Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd
By the imprisoning of unruly wind [striving, And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth
Within her womb; which, for enlargement To meet your father and the Scottish power,
Shakes the old beldam earth, and topples As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury,
down

[birth, My father Glendower is not ready yet, [days:Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your Nor shall we need his help these fourteen Our grandam earth, having this distemperature, [To Glend.] Within that space you may have In passion shook. drawn together Glend.

Scene I.

Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.
Glend. The moon shines fair; you may

away by night:

I'll haste the writer, and withal,

Break with your wives of your departure hence.
I am afraid my daughter will run mad,
So much she doteth on her Mortimer. [Exit.
[me
Mort. Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my
father!
Hot. I cannot choose: sometimes he angers
With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant,
Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies,
And of a dragon and a finless fish,

Humph,"

A clip-wing'd griffin and a moulten raven,
A couching lion and a ramping cat,
And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
I'll tell you what,-
As puts me from my faith.
He held me, last night, at least nine hours,
In reckoning up the several devils' names,
That were his lackeys: I cried,
and Well, go to,"
But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious
As a tired horse, a railing wife;
Worse than a smoky house :-I had rather live
With cheese and garlick in a windmill, far,
Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me,
In any summer-house in Christendom.

Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman;
Exceedingly well read, and profited
In strange concealments; valiant as a lion,
And wondrous affable, and as bountiful
Shall I tell you, cousin?
As mines of India
He holds your temper in a high respect,
And curbs himself even of his natural scope,
When you do cross his humour; 'faith, he
[does:
I warrant you, that man is not alive,
Might so have tempted him as you have done,
Without the taste of danger and reproof:
But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.
Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-
[enough
blame;
And since your coming hither have done
To put him quite beside his patience.
You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:
Though sometimes it show greatness, courage,
blood,

(And that's the dearest grace it renders you,)
Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,
Defect of manners, want of government,
Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain :
The least of which, haunting a nobleman,
Loseth men's hearts, and leaves behind a stain
Upon the beauty of all parts besides,
Beguiling them of commendation.

Hot. Well, I am school'd: good manners
[leave.
be your speed !
Here come our wives, and let us take our
Re-enter Glendower, with Lady Mortimer and
Lady Percy.

Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers

me,

My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh.
Glend. My daughter weeps: she will not
part with you;

Mort. Good father, tell her that she and
my aunt Percy,

Shall follow in your conduct speedily.

[Glendower speaks to Lady Mortimer
in Welsh, and she answers him in
the same.

Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish self-
will'd harlotry, one

That no persuasion can do good upon.

[She speaks to Mortimer in Welsh.
Mort. I understand thy looks; that pretty
[heavens,
Welsh
Which thou pour'st down from these swelling
I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,
In such a parley would I answer thee.
[She speaks again.
I understand thy kisses, and thou mine,
And that's a feeling disputation :
But I will never be a truant, love,
Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
[mad.
With ravishing division, to her lute.
Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run
[Lady Mortimer speaks again.
Mort. O. am ignorance itself in this!
Glend. She bids you on the wanton rushes
lay you down,

And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you,
And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness;
Making such difference betwixt wake and
sleep,

As is the difference betwixt day and night,
The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
Begins his golden progress in the east. [sing:

Mort. With all my heart I'll sit and hear her
Glend. Do so;
By that time will our book, I think, be drawn.

Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence;
And those musicians that shall play to you,
[down:
attend.
And straight they shall be here; sit, and

Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying
Come, quick, quick, that I may lay my head
[in thy lap.
Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose.
[Glendower speaks some Welsh words,
[Welsh ;
and music is heard.
Hot. Now I perceive the devil understands
And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous.
By'r lady, he's a good musician.

[musical.
Lady P. Then should you be nothing but
For you are altogether governed by humours.
Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing
[howl in Irish
Hot. had rather hear Lady, my brach,
In Welsh.
Lady P. Wouldst thou have thy head
[broken?
Hot. No.

Lady P. Then be still.
Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault.
Lady P. Now, God help thee !
Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed.

Lady P. What's that?
Hot. Peace! she sings.

K. Hen. God pardon thee !-yet let me wonder, Harry,

[Lady M. sings a Welsh song. At thy affections, which do hold a wing Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors. Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth. Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost, Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart! Which by thy younger brother is supplied; you swear like a comfit-maker's wife! Not And art almost an alien to the hearts you, in good sooth;" and, "As true as I live;"Of all the court, and princes of my blood : and, "As God shall mend me;" and, "As The hope and expectation of thy time sure as day:' Is ruin'd; and the soul of every man Prophetically does forethink thy fall. Had I so lavish of my presence been, So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men, So stale and cheap to vulgar company,Opinion, that did help me to the crown, Had still kept loyal to possession, And left me in reputeless banishment, A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. By being seldom seen, I could not stir, But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at; [he:" "This is That men would tell their children, Others would say, Where? which Bolingbroke?"

And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths,
As if thou never walk'dst farther than Finsbury.
Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art,
A good mouth-filling oath; and leave "In
sooth,"

And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,
To velvet guards, and Sunday-citizens
Come, sing.
Lady P. I will not sing.
Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be
red-breast teacher. An the indentures be
drawn, I'll away within these two hours; and
[Exit.
so, come in when ye will.
Glend. Come, come, Lord Mortimer; you

SCENE II.-London. A Room in the
Palace.

Enter King Henry, Prince Henry, and Lords.
K. Hen. Lords, give us leave; the Prince of
Wales and I
[near at hand,
Must have some private conference: but be
For we shall presently have need of you.-
[Exeunt Lords.
I know not whether God will have it so,
For some displeasing service I have done,
That, in his secret doom, out of my blood
He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me;
But thou dost, in thy passages of life,
Make me believe that thou art only mark'd
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven,
To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else,
Could such inordinate and low desires,
Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean
Such barren pleasures, rude society, [attempts,
As thou art match'd withal and grafted to,
Accompany the greatness of thy blood,
And hold their level with thy princely heart?
P. Hen. So please your majesty,
would I
Quit all offences with as clear excuse, [could
As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge
Myself of many I am charg'd withal:
Yet such extenuation let me beg,
As, in reproof of many tales devis'd,—
Which oft the ear of greatness needs must
hear,-

By smiling pick-thanks and base newsmongers,
I may, for some things true, wherein my youth
Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,
Find pardon on my true submission.

is

And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
And dress'd myself in such humility,
That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
Loud shouts and salutations from their
mouths,

Even in the presence of the crowned king.
Thus did I keep my person fresh and new ;
My presence, like a robe pontifical,
Ne'er seen but wonder'd at: and so my state,
Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast;
And won, by rareness, such solemnity.
The skipping king, he ambled up and down
With shallow jesters and rash bavin wits,
Soon kindled, and soon burn'd; carded his
Mingled his royalty with carping fools; [state;
Had his great name profaned with their scorns;
And gave his countenance, against his name,
To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push
Of every beardless vain comparative;
Grew a companion to the common streets,
Enfeoff'd himself to popularity;
That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
They surfeited with honey, and began
[little
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a
More than a little is by much too much.
So, when he had occasion to be seen,
He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
Heard, not regarded,-seen, but with such
As, sick and blunted with community,
Afford no extraordinary gaze,
Such as is bent on sun-like majesty,
When it shines seldom in admiring eyes;
But rather drows'd, and hung their eyelids
down,

[eyes,

Slept in his face, and render'd such aspéct
As cloudy men use to their adversaries,
Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full.
And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou ;
For thou hast lost thy princely privilege,
With vile participation: not an eye
But is a-weary of thy common sight,

K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this;[herein. Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust Enter Sir Walter Blunt.

Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more; To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf;
Which now doth that I would not have it do,- And I will call him to so strict account,
Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. That he shall render every glory up,
P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gra- Yea, even the slightest worship of his time,
Be more myself.
[cious lord, Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.
K. Hen.
For all the world,
This, in the name of God, I promise here:
As thou art to this hour, was Richard then, The which, if he be pleased I shall perform,
When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg; I do beseech your majesty, may salve,
And even as I was then, is Percy now.
The long-grown wounds of my intemperance :
Now, by my sceptre, and my soul to boot, If not, the end of life cancels all bands;
He hath more worthy interest to the state, And I will die a hundred thousand deaths,
Than thou, the shadow of succession :
Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.
For, of no right, nor colour like to right,
He doth fill fields with harness in the realm;
Turns head against the lion's armed jaws;
And, being no more in debt to years than thou,
Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on
To bloody battles, and to bruising arms.
What never-dying honour hath he got [deeds,
Against renowned Douglas! whose high
Whose hot incursions, and great name in arms,
Holds from all soldiers chief majority,
And military title capital,
[Christ.
Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge
Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathing
This infant warrior, in his enterprises [clothes,
Discomfited great Douglas; ta'en him once,
Enlarged him, and made a friend of him,
To fill the mouth of deep defiance up,
And shake the peace and safety of our throne.
And what say you to this? Percy, Northum-
berland,
[Mortimer,
The archbishop's grace of York, Douglas,
Capitulate against us, and are up.

But wherefore do I tell these news to thee?
Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
Which art my near'st and dearest enemy?
Thou that art like enough,-through vassal
fear,

Base inclination, and the start of spleen,-
To fight against me under Percy's pay,
To dog his heels, and court'sy at his frowns,
To show how much thou art degenerate. [so:
P. Hen. Do not think so; you shall not find it
And God forgive them, that so much have
sway'd

Your majesty's good thoughts away from me!
I will redeem all this on Percy's head,
And in the closing of some glorious day,
Be bold to tell you that I am your son;
When I will wear a garment all of blood,
And stain my favours in a bloody mask,
Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame
with it:

:

How now, good Blunt ! thy looks are full of
speed.
[speak of.
Blunt. So hath the business that I come to
Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word,
That Douglas and the English rebels met,
The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury :
A mighty and a fearful head they are,
(If promises be kept on every hand,)
As ever offer'd foul play in a state.

K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set
forth to-day;

With him my son, lord John of Lancaster ;
For this advertisement is five days old :-
On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set for-
On Thursday we ourselves will march: [ward;
Our meeting is Bridgnorth; and, Harry, you
Shall march through Glostershire; by which
account,

Our business valued, some twelve days hence
Our general forces at Bridgnorth shall meet.
Our hands are full of business; let's away;
Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay.
[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-Eastcheap. A Room in the
Boar's Head Tavern.

Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.
Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely
since this last action? do I not bate? do I not
dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me
like an old lady's loose gown; I am wither'd
like an old apple-John. Well, I'll repent,
and that suddenly, while I am in some liking;
I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall
have no strength to repent. An I have not
forgotten what the inside of a church is made
of, I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horse: the
inside of a church! Company, villainous
company, hath been the spoil of me.

Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long.

And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
That this same child of honour and renown,
This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,
And your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet Fal. Why, there is it :-come, sing me a
For every honour sitting on his helm,
bawdy song; make me merry. I was as vir-
'Would they were multitudes, and on my head tuously given as a gentleman need to be; vir-
My shames redoubled! for the time will come, tuous enough; swore little; diced not above
That I shall make this northern youth ex-seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house
His glorious deeds for my indignities. [change
Percy is but my factor, good my lord,

not above once in a quarter-of an hour; paid money that I borrowed-three or four times;