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PERSONS REPRESENTED. king Henry the Fourth.

Poins. Henry, prince of Wales,

,} sons to the king.

Peto. Bardolph.
Lari of Westmoreland, } friends to the king.
Sir Walter Blunt,

Lady Percy, wife to Hotspur, and sister to MorThomas Percy, earl of Worcester.

timer. Henry Percy, earl of Northumberland.

Lady Mortimer, daughter to Glendower, and wife Henry Percy, surnamed Hotspur, his son.

to Mortimer. Edmund Mortimer, earl of March.

Mrs. Quickly, hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap. Scroop, archbishop of York. Archibald, earl of Douglass.

Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, Owen Glendower.

Drawers, two Carriers, Travellers, and its Sir Richard Vernon.

tendants. Sir John Falstaff.

Scene, England.


West. My liege, this haste was hot in question,

And many limits of the charge set down SCENE I.-London. A room in the palace. But yesternight : when, all athwart, there came Enter King Henry, Westmoreland, Sir Walter A post from Wales, loaden with heavy news; Blunt, and others.

Whose worst was,-that the noble Mortimer,

Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
King Henry.

Against the irregular and wild Glendower,

Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken, So shaken as we are, so wan with care, And a thousand of his people butchered: Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,

Upon whose dead corps there was such misuse, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils Such beastly, shameless transformation, To be commenc'd in stronds' afar remote.

By those Welshwomen done, as may not be, No more the thirsty Erinnys? of this soil

Without much shame, re-told or spoken of. Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of this No more shall trenching war channel her fields,

broil Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs

Brake off our business for the Holy Land. Of hostile paces ; those opposed eyes,

West. This, match'd with other, did, my graWhich, like the meteors of a troubled heaven,

cious lord ; All of one nature, of one substance bred,

For more uneven and unwelcome news Did lately meet in the intestine shock

Came from the north, and thus it did import. And furious close of civil butchery,

On Holy-rood day,' the gallant Hotspur there, Shall now, in mutual, well-beseeming ranks,

Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald, March all'one way; and be no more oppos'd

That ever-valiant and approved Scot, Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies :

At Holmedon met, The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,

Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour ; No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends, As by discharge of their artillery, As far as to the sepulchre of Christ

And shape of likelihood, the news was told; (Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross

For he that brought them, in the very heat We are impressed and engag'd to fight,).

And pride of their contention did take horse, Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;

Uncertain of the issue any way. Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' wombi K. Hen. Here is a dear and true-industrious To chase these pagans, in those holy fields,

friend, Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet,

Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd, Stain?do with the variation of each soil For our advantage, on the bitter cross.

Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours; But this our purpose is a twelve-month old,

And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news. And bootlessä 'tís to tell you-we will go;

The earl of Douglass is discomfited ; Therefore we meet not now:- Then let me hear Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights, Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,

Balk'd' in their own blood, did sir Walter see What yesternight our council did decree,

On Holmedon's plains: Os prisoners, Hotspur tool In forwarding this dear expedience."

Mordake the earl of Fife, and eldest son (1) Strands, banks of the sea.

(6) Estimates. (7) September 14. (2) The Fury of discord.

is) Covered with dirt of different colours. 13. Force, army. (4) Needless. (5) Expedition.

(9) Piled up in a heap.


To beaten Douglas; and the earls of Athol, Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art of Murray, Angus, and Menteith.

king, let not us, that are squires of the night's body, And is not this an honourable spoil ?

be called thieves of the day's beauty ; let us beA gallant prize ? ha, cousin, is it not ?

Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minWest. In faith,

ions of the moon: And let men say, we be men It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.

of good government: being govern'd as the sea is K. Hen Yea, there thou mak’st me sad, and by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under mak'st me sin

whose countenance we-steal. In envy that my lord Northumberland

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

for the fortune of us, that are the moon': pen, A son who is the theme of honour's tongue;

doth ebb and flow like the sea; being goverz.ea es Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant; the sea is, by the moon. As, for proof, now: A Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride: purse of gold most resolutely snatch'd on Monday Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, night, and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday See riot and dishonour stain the brow

morning; got with swearing-lay by ;' and spent Of my young Harry. O, that it could be prov'd, with crying-bring in :' now, in as low an ebb as That some night-tripping fairy had exchang'd the foot of the ladder; and, by and by, in as high In cradle-clothes our children where they lay, a flow as the ridge of the gallows. And callid mine-Percy, his—Plantagenet! Fal. By the Lord, thou say'st true, lad. And is Then would I have his Harry, and he mine. not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench? But let him from my thoughis:—What think you, P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of coz,

the castle. And is not a bufl jerkin a most sweet Of this young Percy's pride ? the prisoners, robe of durance ? Which he in this adventure hath surpris'd, Fal. How now, how now, mad wag? what, in To his own use he keeps; and sends me word, thy quips, and thy quiddities? what a plague have I shall have none but Mordake earl of Fife. I to do with a buff jerkin? West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is Wor-, P. Hen. Why, what a pox have I to do with my cester,

hostess of the tavern? Malevolent to you in all aspects;'

Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning, Which makes him prune? himself, and bristle up many a time and oft. The crest of youth against your dignity.

P. Hen. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part? K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this; Fal. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid And, for this cause, a while we must neglect all there. Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.

P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we would stretch; and, where it would not, I have Will nold at Windsor, so inform the lords : used my credit. But come yourself with speed to us again;

Fal. Yea, and so used it, that were it not here For more is to be said, and to be done,

apparent that thou art heir apparent,-But, I Than out of anger can be uttered.

pr'ythee, sweet wag, shall there be gallows standWest. I will, my liege.

(Exeunt. ing in England when thou art king? and resolu

tion thus fobbed as it is, with the rusty curb of old SCENE ,1.-The same. Another room in the father antic the law? Do not thou, when thou art

palace. Enter Henry Prince of Wales, and king, hang a thief. Falstaff.

P. Hen. No; thou shalt.

Fal. Shall I?'O rare! By the lord I'll be a teave Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad? judge. P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking P. Hen. Thou judgest false already ; I mean, of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and so sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou hast become a rare hangman. forgotten to demand that truly which thou would'st fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps truly know. What a devil hast thou to do with with my humour, as well as waiting in the court, I the time of the day ? unless hours were cups of can tell you. sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues P. Hen. For obtaining of suits ? of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suits : whereof the and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in hangman hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am flame-colour'd taffeta; I see no reason, why thou as melancholy as a gib' cat, or a lugged bear. should'st be so superfluous to demand the time of P. Hen. Or an old lion; or a lover's lute. the day.

Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe.' Fal. Indeed, you come near me, now, Hal: for P. Hen. What sayest thou to a hare, or the we, that take purses, go by the moon and seven melancholy of Moor-ditch ? stars; and not by Phæbus,--he, that wandering Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes; and knight so fair. And, I pray thee, sweet wag, art, indeed, the most comparative, rascalliest,whien thou art king, -as, God save thy grace sweet young prince,-But, Hal, I prythee, trouble (majesty, I should say ; for grace thou wilt have me no more with vanity. I would to Goil

, thou Rone, L

and I knew where a commodity of good names P.'Hen. What, none ?

were to be bought: An old lord of the council raFal. No, by my troth ; not so much as will ted me the other day in the street about you, si: , serve to be prologue to an egg and butter. but I marked him not : and yet he talked very

P. Hen.“ Well, how then ? come, roundly, wisely; but I regarded him not: and yet he talked roundly.

wisely, and in the street too. (1) Points. (2) Trim, as birds clean their feathers. (7) Gib cat, should be lib cat,-a Scotch lerm 3) Favourites. (4) Stand still. !5) More wine. at ihis day for a gelded cat. 76) The dress of sheriffs' officers.

(8) Croak of a frog.

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