that wandering knight so fair.' And, I prithee, sweet wag, when thou art king, as, God save thy grace,-màjesty I should say, for gràce thou wilt have none,— Prince. What, none ? 60 Fal. No, by my troth, not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg and butter. Prince. Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly. Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us that are squires of the night's body be call'd thieves of the day's beauty: let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon. Prince. Thou sayest well; for the fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being govern'd, as the sea is, by the moon. As, for proof, now: a purse of gold most resolutely snatch'd on Monday night, and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; now in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder, and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows. 74 Fal. But, I prithee, sweet wag, shall there be gallows standing in England when thou art king? Do not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief. Prince. No; thou shalt. Fal. Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave judge. Prince. Thou judgest false already: I mean, thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and so become a rare hangman. 81 Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with my humour as well as waiting in the court, I can tell you. But, Hal, I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought. An old lord of the council rated me the other day in the street about you, sir, but I mark'd him not; and yet he talk'd very wisely, but I regarded him not; and yet he talk'd wisely, and in the street too. Prince. Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it. 90 Fal. O, thou art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me, Hal; God forgive thee for it! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give it over: by the Lord, an I do not, I am a villain. Prince. Where shall we take a purse to-morrow, Jack? Fal. 'Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an I do not, call me villain and baffle me. Prince. I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying to purse-taking. 101 Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. Enter POINS. Prince. Good morrow, Ned. Poins. Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse? What says Sir John Sack and Sugar? But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by four o'clock, early at Gadshill! there are pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders riding to London with fat purses: I have vizards for you all; we may do it as secure as sleep. If you will go, I will stuff your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry at home and be hang'd. Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one? Prince. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith. 112 Fal. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings. Prince. Well then, once in my days I'll be a madcap. Fal. Why, that's well said. Prince. Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home. Fal. By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then when thou art king. 121 Poins. Sir John, I prithee, leave the prince and me alone: I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure that he shall go. Fal. Well, God give thee the spirit of persuasion, and him the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest may move, and what he hears may be believ'd, that the true prince may, for recreation sake, prove a false thief; for the poor abuses of the time want countenance. Farewell: you shall find me in Eastcheap. 129 [Exit Falstaff. Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us tomorrow: I have a jest to execute that I cannot manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto, and Gadshill shall rob those men that we have already waylaid; yourself and I will not be there; and when they have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head off from my shoulders. Prince. How shall we part with them in setting forth ? Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at our pleasure to fail, and then will they adventure upon the exploit themselves; which they shall have no sooner achiev'd, but we'll set upon them. 140 Prince. Yea, but 'tis like that they will know us by our horses, by our habits, and by every other appointment, to be ourselves. Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see; Ill tie them in the wood; our vizards we will change after we leave them: and I have cases of buckram for the nonce, to immask our noted outward garments. Prince. Yea, but I doubt they will be too hard for us. 148 Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be as truebred cowards as ever turn'd back; and for the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will tell us when we meet at supper: how thirty, at least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what extremities he endur'd; and in the reproof of this lies the jest. Prince. Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all things necessary, and meet me to-morrow night in Eastcheap; there I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. Prince. I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness. Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds [Exit. 160 But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come, 170 Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes [Exit. London. The Palace. Enter the KING, NORTHUMBERLAND, WORCESTER, HOTSPUR, SIR WALTER BLUNT, with others. King. My blood hath been too cold and temperate, Unapt to stir at these indignities. You tread upon my patience: but be sure I will from henceforth rather be myself, Mighty and to be fear'd. Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves The scourge of greatness to be used on it; And that same greatness, too, which our own hands North. My lord,— King. Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye. You have good leave to leave us: when we need 180 Your use and counsel, we shall send for you. [To North.] You were about to speak. [Exit Wor. North. Yea, my good lord. Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded, Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, And 'twix his finger and his thumb he held He gave his nose; and still he smil'd and talk'd; And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, He question'd me; amongst the rest, demanded I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly I know not what, 190 200 210 He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman guns and drums and wounds,-God save the mark!— 220 Of And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villainous saltpetre should be digg'd And I beseech you, let not his report Come current for an accusation Betwixt my love and your high majesty. Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord, Whate'er Lord Harry Percy then had said To such a person and in such a place, 230 May reasonably die, and never rise To do him wrong, so he unsay it now. King. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners, But with proviso and exception, That we at our own charge shall ransom straight Hot. Revolted Mortimer! He never did fall off, my sovereign liege, But by the chance of war: to prove that true Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds, In single opposition, hand to hand, 240 250 He did confound the best part of an hour In changing hardiment with great Glendower: 260 Three times they breath'd and three times did they drink, Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds, And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank. Then let not hìm be slander'd with revolt. King. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him; He never did encounter with Glendower: He durst as well have met the devil alone As Owen Glendower for an enemy. Art thou not ashamed? But, henceforth, sirrah, Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer. Send me your prisoners with the speediest means, Or you shall hear in such a kind from me As will displease you. My Lord Northumberland, We license your departure with your son. 270 Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it. [Exeunt King Henry, Hot. An if the devil come and roar for them, Blunt, and train. I will not send them: I will after straight, And tell him so; for I will ease my heart, Albeit I make an hazard of my head. 280 North. What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile: Here comes your uncle. |