THE YALE SHAKESPEARE KING HENRY THE FOURTH PART TWO Edited by S. B. Hemingway Yale University Press Class Book 11 4- Copyright M?._ COHXK1GKT DEPQSffi THE YALE SHAKESPEARE Edited by Wilbur L. Cross Tuckeb Brooke WlLLARD HlGLEY DURHAM Published under the Direction of THE Department of English, Yale University, on the Fund Given to the Yale University Press in 1917 by the Members of the Kingsley Trust Association To Commemorate the Seventy-Fifth Anniversary of the Founding of the Society •: The Yale Shakespeare '.• THE SECOND PART OF KING HENRY THE FOURTH EDITED BY SAMUEL B. HEMINGWAY NEW HAVEN • YALE UNIVERSITY PRESS LONDON • HUMPHREY MILFORD OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS • MCMXXI ff\^ .&* Copyright, 1921 By Yale University Press First published, 1921 jul 29 m\ ©CI.A622377 n*.-i k t TABLE OF CONTENTS The Text Notes ....... Appendix A. Sources of the Play Appendix B. The History of the Play . Appendix C. The Text of the Present Edi- tion .... Appendix D. Suggestions for Collateral Reading .... Index of Words Glossed .... Page 1 124 137 146 151 153 154 The facsimile opposite represents the title-page of the Elizabethan Club copy of the only early Quarto Edition* THE Second part of Henrie the fourth , continuing to his death, and coronation of Henrie thefift. With the humours of fir Iohn Fal- ftajfe-*, andjfoaggering Piftoli. (tAs it hath beenfundrie timet publifoly aflcd by the right honourabIc,thc Lord Chamberlaine his fcruants. Written by Wdkmu Shake ffcare. LONDON Printed by V.S.for Andrew Wife,and William Afplcy. itfoo. Opposites against King Henry the Fourth [DRAMATIS PERSON^.] Rumour, the Presenter King Henry the Fourth Prince Henry, afterwards crowned King Henry the Fifth Prince John of Lancaster, 1 Sons to Henry the Fourth, Humphrey of Gloucester, I and brethren to Henry the Thomas of Clarence, J Fifth Northumberland, The Archbishop of York, Mowbray, Hastings, Lord Bardolph, Travers, Morton, Colevile, Warwick, Westmoreland, Surrey, Gower, \ Of the King's Party Harcourt, [Blunt], Lord Chief Justice, [Servant to the Lord Chief Justice] Poins, Falstaff, Bardolph, Pistol, Peto, Page, Irregular Humorists Shallow and Silence, Both Country Justices Davy, servant to Shallow Fang and Snare, two sergeants Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, Bullcalf, Country Soldiers [Porter at Wark worth Castle] [Francis, a Drawer] Drawers, Beadles, Grooms [Lords and Attendants, Officers and Soldiers] Northumberland's Wife Percy's Widow Hostess Quickly Doll Tearsheet Epilogue Dramatis Personae; cf. App. C Opposites: adversaries Irregular: lawless, unconventional Drawer: waiter *A The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth INDUCTION [Warhworth. Before Northumberland's Castle] Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues. Rum. Open your ears; for which of you will stop The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks? I, from the orient to the drooping west. Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold 4 The acts commenced on this ball of earth: Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. 8 I speak of peace, while covert enmity Under the smile of safety wounds the world: And who but Rumour, who but only I, Make fearful musters and prepar'd defence, 12 Whilst the big year, swoln with some other grief, Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures, 16 And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it. But what need I thus 20 My well-known body to anatomize Among my household ? Why is Rumour here ? S. d. Enter Rumour, etc.; cf. n. 2 vent: aperture 4 still: always 17 stop: hole in wind instrument by which difference of pitch is obtained The Second Part of 1 run before King Harry's victory; Who in a bloody field by Shrewsbury 24 Hath beaten down young Hotspur and his troops, Quenching the flame of bold rebellion Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I To speak so true at first? my office is 28 To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth fell Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword, And that the king before the Douglas' rage Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. 32 This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns Between the royal field of Shrewsbury And this worm-eaten hole of ragged stone, Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, 36 Lies crafty-sick. The posts come tiring on, And not a man of them brings other news Than they have learn'd of me: from Rumour's tongues They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs. Exit. 40 ACT FIRST Scene One [The Same] Enter Lord Bardolph, at one door. L. Bard. Who keeps the gate here ? ho ! [Enter the Porter above.] Where is the earl? Port. What shall I say you are? 24 Shrewsbury; cf. n. 29 Harry Monmouth; cf. n. 33 peasant: provincial 35 hole; cf. n. 37 crafty-sick: feigning sickness tiring: riding until they ere tired 2 What: who King Henry the Fourth, I. i L. Bard. Tell thou the earl That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here. Port. His Lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard: 4 Please it your honour knock but at the gate, And he himself will answer. Enter Northumberland. L. Bard. Here comes the earl. 1 ^ North. What news, Lord Bardolph? every minute now Should be the father of some stratagem. 8 The times are wild; contention, like a horse Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose And bears down all before him. L. Bard. Noble earl, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. 12 North. Good, an God will! L. Bard. As good as heart can wish. The king is almost wounded to the death; And, in the fortune of my lord your son, Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts 16 Kill'd by the hand of Douglas ; young Prince John And Westmoreland and Stafford fled the field; And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John, Is prisoner to your son : O ! such a day, 20 So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, Came not till now to dignify the times Since Caesar's fortunes. North. How is this deriv'd? Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury? 24 L. Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence; 3 attend: await 4 orchard: garden 13 an: if 19 brawn: the fleshy part of the body, especially the buttocks or the calf of the leg 21 follow'd: carried through The Second Part of A gentleman well bred and of good name, That freely render'd me these news for true. North. Here comes my servant Travers, whom I sent 28 On Tuesday last to listen after news. L. Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way ; And he is furnish'd with no certainties More than he haply may retail from me. 32 Enter Trovers. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings comes with you? Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard 36 A gentleman, almost forspent with speed, That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse. He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him I did demand what news from Shrewsbury. 40 He told me that rebellion had bad luck, And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold. With that he gave his able horse the head, And, bending forward, struck his armed heels 44 Against the panting sides of his poor jade Up to the rowel-head, and, starting so, He seem'd in running to devour the way, Staying no longer question. North. Ha ! Again : 48 Said he young Harry Percy's spur was cold? Of Hotspur, Coldspur? that rebellion Had met ill luck? L. Bard. My lord, I'll tell you what: If my young lord your son have not the day, 52 30 over-rode : passed 37 forspent: exhausted 43 able: active 48 Staying: awaiting question: talk King Henry the Fourth, I. i Upon mine honour, for a silken point I'll give my barony: never talk of it. North. Why should the gentleman that rode by Travers Give then such instances of loss? L. Bard. Who, he ? 56 He was some hilding fellow that had stolen The horse he rode on, and, upon my life, Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news. Enter Morton. North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, 60 Foretells the nature of a tragic volume: So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood Hath left a witness'd usurpation. Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? 64 Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask To fright our party. North. How doth my son, and brother? Thou tremblest, and the whiteness in thy cheek 68 Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, 72 And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd; But Priam found the fire ere he his tongue, And I my Percy's death ere thou report'st it. This thou wouldst say, 'Your son did thus and thus ; 76 Your brother thus; so fought the noble Douglas'; Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds : But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed, Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, 80 53 point: lacing, garter 57 hilding: worthless 62 strond: shore 63 witness'd usurpation: traces of its usurpation 69 apter: more ready 6 The Second Part of Ending with 'Brother, son, and all are dead.' Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet; But, for my lord your son, — North. Why, he is dead. — See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath! 84 He that but fears the thing he would not know Hath by instinct knowledge from others' eyes That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton: Tell thou thy earl his divination lies, 88 And I will take it as a sweet disgrace And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid; Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. 92 North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead. I see a strange confession in thine eye: Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear or sin To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so; 96 The tongue offends not that reports his death: And he doth sin that doth belie the dead, Not he which says the dead is not alive. Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news 100 Hath but a losing office, and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember'd knolling a departing friend. L. Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. 104 Mor. I am sorry I should force you to believe That which I would to God I had not seen ; But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, Rendering faint quittance, wearied and out- breath'd, 108 To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat down The never-daunted Percy to the earth, 87 is chanced: has happened 108 quittance : return of blows King Henry the Fourth, I. i From whence with life he never more sprung up. In few, his death, — whose spirit lent a fire 112 Even to the dullest peasant in his camp, — Being bruited once, took fire and heat away From the best-temper'd courage in his troops; For from his metal was his party steel'd; 116 Which once in him abated, all the rest Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead: And as the thing that's heavy in itself, Upon enforcement flies with greatest speed, 120 So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss, Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, 124 Fly from the field. Then was that noble Worcester Too soon ta'en prisoner; and that furious Scot, The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword Had three times slain the appearance of the king, 128 'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame Of those that turn'd their backs ; and in his flight, Stumbling in f ear, was took. The sum of all Is, that the king hath won, and hath sent out 132 A speedy power to encounter you, my lord, Under the conduct of young Lancaster And Westmoreland. This is the news at full. North. For this I shall have time enough to mourn. 136 In poison there is physic; and these news, Having been well, that would have made me sick, Being sick, have in some measure made me well: And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, 140 112 In few: in short 114 bruited: rumored 116-118 Cf. n. 128 Cf.n. 129 'Gan vail his stomach: began to lower his arrogant spirit did grace: reflected credit on, set in a good light 8 The Second Part of Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life, Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire Out of his keeper's arms, even so my limbs, Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with grief, 144 Are thrice themselves. Hence, therefore, thou nice crutch ! A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif ! Thou art a guard too wanton for the head 148 Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit. Now bind my brows with iron; and approach The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland! 152 Let heaven kiss earth ! now let not nature's hand Keep the wild flood confin'd! let order die! And let this world no longer be a stage To feed contention in a lingering act; 156 But let one spirit of the first-born Cain Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, And darkness be the burier of the dead! 160 Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my lord. L. Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your honour. Mor. The lives of all your loving complices Lean on your health; the which, if you give o'er 164 To stormy passion, must perforce decay. 141 buckle: bend 144 grief : suffering grief : sorrow 145 nice: dainty, effeminate 147 sickly quoif: sick man's hood 148 wanton: effeminate 149 flesh'd: made Herce by combat as a dog fed only on flesh 151 ragged'st: roughest 161 strained passion: exaggerated emotion 163 complices: allies King Henry the Fourth, I. i 9 You cast the event of war, my noble lord, And summ'd the account of chance, before you said, 'Let us make head.' It was your presurmise 168 That in the dole of blows your son might drop: You knew he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, More likely to fall in than to get o'er; You were advis'd his flesh was capable 172 Of wounds and scars, and that his forward spirit Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd: Yet did you say, 'Go forth' ; and none of this, Though strongly apprehended, could restrain 176 The stiff-borne action: what hath then befallen, Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth, More than that being which was like to be? L. Bard. We all that are engaged to this loss 180 Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas That if we wrought out life 'twas ten to one; And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd; 184 And since we are o'erset, venture again. Come, we will all put forth, body and goods. Mor. 'Tis more than time: and, my most noble lord, I hear for certain, and do speak the truth, 188 The gentle Archbishop of York is up, With well-appointed powers: he is a man Who with a double surety binds his followers. My lord your son had only but the corpse, 192 But shadows and the shows of men to fight; For that same word, rebellion, did divide The action of their bodies from their souls; 166-179 Cf. n. 166 cast the event: considered the outcome 168 make head: raise an army 169 dole: distribution 170 edge: dangerous narrow path 172 advis'd: aware 177 stiff -borne: obstinately carried out 180 engaged to : involved in 184 respect: consideration 190 well-appointed: well-equipped io The Second Part of And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd, 196 As men drink potions, that their weapons only Seem'd on our side: but, for their spirits and souls, This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, As fish are in a pond. But now the bishop 200 Turns insurrection to religion: Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts, He's follow'd both with body and with mind, And doth enlarge his rising with the blood 204 Of fair King Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones; Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause; Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land, Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke; 208 And more and less do flock to follow him. North. I knew of this before; but, to speak truth, This present grief had wip'd it from my mind. Go in with me; and counsel every man 212 The aptest way for safety and revenge: Get posts and letters, and make friends with speed: Never so few, and never yet more need. Exeunt. Scene Two [London. A Street] Enter Sir John [Falstaff,] with his Page bearing his sword and buckler. Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my water? Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy water; but, for the party that owed it, 4 he might have moe diseases than he knew for. 196 queasiness: squeamishness 204, 205 Cf. n. 204 enlarge: widen the scope or appeal 208 Bolingbroke; cf. n. 209 more and less: high and low 214 make: collect 4 owed: owned King Henry the Fourth, I. ii 1 1 Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: the brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends 8 to laughter, more than I invent or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee like a sow that hath overwhelmed all 12 her litter but one. If the prince put thee into my service for any other reason than to set me off, why then I have no judgment. Thou whore- son mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn in my 16 cap than to wait at my heels. I was never manned with an agate till now; but I will set you neither in gold nor silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back again to your master, for a 20 jewel; the juvenal, the prince your master, whose chin is not yet fledged. I will sooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand than he shall get one on his cheek ; and yet he will not stick 24 to say, his face is a face-royal: God may finish it when he will, it is not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still as a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence out of it ; and yet he'll 28 be crowing as if he had writ man ever since his father was a bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can assure him. What said Master Dombledon about the 32 satin for my short cloak and my slops? Page. He said, sir, you should procure him better assurance than Bardolph; he would not 6 gird : jeer 15 whoreson: a coarse term of endearment (as here) or of con- tempt (as in I. 30) 16 mandrake: a poisonous plant whose forked root was supposed to resemble the human form 18 manned with an agate; cf. n. 21 juvenal: used jocularly for 'youth' 25 face-royal; cf. n. 29 writ man: enrolled himself a man 33 slops: loose breeches !2 The Second Part of take his bond and yours : he liked not the 36 security. Fal. Let him be damned like the glutton ! Pray God his tongue be hotter! A whoreson Achito- phel ! a rascally yea- forsooth knave ! to bear a 40 gentleman in hand, and then stand upon security. The whoreson smooth-pates do now wear noth- ing but high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is through with them in 44 honest taking up, then they must stand upon security. I had as lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth as offer to stop it with security. I looked a' should have sent me two and twenty 48 yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he sends me security. Well, he may sleep in secur- ity; for he hath the horn of abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines through it : and yet 52 cannot he see, though he have his own lanthorn to light him. Where's Bardolph? Page. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horse. 56 Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in Smithfield: an I could get me but a wife in the stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived. 60 Enter Chief Justice and Servant. Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the prince for striking him about Bardolph. Fal. Wait close; I will not see him. 64 38 glutton; cf. n. 39 Achitophel; cf. n. 40 yea-f orsooth knave ; cf. n. bear . . . in hand: delude with false hopes 42 smooth-pates: roundheads, or Puritanical citizen class 44 through: serious 45 taking up: obtaining goods on trust 48 a': he 51-54 Cf. n. 57 Paul's; cf. n. 61, 62 Cf. n. King Henry the Fourth, Z. ii 13 QjuaJ&^o Ch.Just. What's he that goes there? Ser. Falstaff, an 't please your lordship. Ch. Just. He that was in question for the robbery ? 68 Ser. He, my lord; but he hath since done good service at Shrewsbury, and, as I hear, is now going with some charge to the Lord John of Lancaster. 72 Ch.Just. What, to York? Call him back again. Ser. Sir John Falstaff! Fal. Boy, tell him I am deaf. 76 Page. You must speak louder, my master is deaf. Ch. Just. I am sure he is, to the hearing of anything good. Go, pluck him by the elbow ; I 80 must speak with him. Ser. Sir John! Fal. What ! a young knave, and beg ! Is there not wars ? is there not employment ? doth not 84 the king lack subjects? do not the rebels want soldiers? Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side, were it worse than the name 88 of rebellion can tell how to make it. Ser. You mistake me, sir. Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man ? setting my knighthood and my soldier- 92 ship aside, I had lied in my throat if I had said so. Ser. I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and your soldiership aside, and give me leave to 96 71 charge: military command 14 The Second Part of tell you you lie in your throat if you say I am any other than an honest man. Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that which grows to me! If thou gett'st 100 any leave of me, hang me: if thou takest leave, thou wert better be hanged. You hunt counter: hence! avaunt! Ser. Sir, my lord would speak with you. 104 Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. Fal. My good lord! God give your lordship good time of day. I am glad to see your lord- 108 ship abroad ; I heard say your lordship was sick : I hope your lordship goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some relish 112 of the saltness of time; and I most humbly be- seech your lordship to have a reverend care of your health. Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your 116 expedition to Shrewsbury. Fal. An 't please your lordship, I hear his majesty is returned with some discomfort from Wales. 120 Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty. You would not come when I sent for you. Fal. And I hear, moreover, his highness is fallen into this same whoreson apoplexy. 124 Ch. Just. Well, God mend him ! I pray you, let me speak with you. Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, an 't please your lordship ; a kind of 128 sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling. 102 hunt counter; cf. n. King Henry the Fourth, I. ii 15 Ch.Just. What tell you me of it? be it as it is. Fal. It hath it original from much grief, 132 from study and perturbation of the brain. I have read the cause of his effects in Galen: it is a kind of deafness. Ch. Just. I think you are fallen into the dis- 136 ease, for you hear not what I say to you. Fal. Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an 't please you, it is the disease of not listening, the malady of not marking, that I am troubled 140 withal. Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels would amend the attention of your ears; and I care not if I do become your physician. 144 Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient: your lordship may minister the potion of imprisonment to me in respect of poverty; but how I should be your patient to follow your 148 prescriptions, the wise may make some dram of a scruple, or indeed a scruple itself. Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were matters against you for your life, to come speak 152 with me. Fal. As I was then advised by my learned counsel in the laws of this land-service, I did not come. 156 Ch.Just. Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infamy. Fal. He that buckles him in my belt cannot live in less. 160 130 What: why 132 it: its 134 his- its 142 punish by the heels: commit to prison; originally, to the stocks 147 m respect of: on account of 155 land-service: military service 16 The Second Part of Ch. Just. Your means are very slender, and your waste is great. Fal. I would it were otherwise: I would my means were greater and my waist slenderer. 164 Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful prince. Fal. The young prince hath misled me: I am the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog. 168 Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gall a new-healed wound: your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded over your night's exploit on Gads- hill : you may thank the unquiet time for your 172 quiet o'er-posting that action. Fal. My lord! Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so : wake not a sleeping wolf. 176 Fal. To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox. Ch.Just. What! you are as a candle, the better part burnt out. 180 Fal. A wassail candle, my lord; all tallow: if I did say of wax, my growth would approve the truth. Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your 184 face but should have his effect of gravity. Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy. Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up and down, like his ill angel. 188 Fal. Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light, but I hope he that looks upon me will take me without weighing: and yet, in some respects, I grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell. Virtue is of 192 166-168 Cftti. 173 o'er-posting: getting over rapidly 181 wassail candle: large candle used at a feast 182 wax; cf. n. approve: prove 188 ill: evil 189-192 Cf. n. King Henry the Fourth, I. ii 17 so little regard in these costermonger times that true valour is turned bear-herd: pregnancy is made a tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in giving reckonings : all the other gifts apperti- 196 nent to man, as the malice of this age shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry. You that are old consider not the capacities of us that are young ; you measure the heat of our livers with 200 the bitterness of your galls; and we that are in the vaward of our youth, I must confess, are wags too. Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the 204 scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age? Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly ? Is not 208 your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity, and will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John! 212 Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the afternoon, with a white head, and something a round belly. For my voice, I have lost it with hollaing, and singing of anthems. 216 To approve my youth further, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in judgment and under- standing; and he that will caper with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the money, 220 and have at him! For the box o' the ear that the prince gave you, he gave it like a rude prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. I have 193 costermonger: commercial 194 bear-herd: one who leads about a tame bear pregnancy: readiness of wit 196 reckonings: bills 202 vaward: vanguard 210 single: thin 220 marks: a mark was worth about thirteen shillings is The Second Part of checked him for it, and the young lion repents ; 224 marry, not in ashes and sackcloth, but in new silk and old sack. Ch. Just. Well, God send the prince a better companion ! 228 Fed. God send the companion a better prince ! I cannot rid my hands of him. Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you and Prince Harry. I hear you are going with 232 Lord John of Lancaster against the archbishop and the Earl of Northumberland. Fed. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady 236 Peace at home, that our armies join not in a hot day; for, by the Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily : if it be a hot day, and I brandish anything but 240 my bottle, I would I might never spit white again. There is not a dangerous action can peep out his head but I am thrust upon it. Well, I can- not last ever. But it was always yet the trick of 244 our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common. If you will needs say I am an old man, you should give me rest. I would to God my name were not so terrible to the 248 enemy as it is : I were better to be eaten to death with rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest ; and 252 God bless your expedition. Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to furnish me forth? Ch. Just. Not a penny ; not a penny ; you are 256 226 sack: Spanish wine 241 spit white; cf. n. King Henry the Fourth, I.ii 19 too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well: commend me to my cousin Westmoreland. [Exeunt Chief Justice and Servant."] Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. A man can no more separate age and covetous- 260 ness than a' can part young limbs and lechery; but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; and so both the degrees prevent my curses. Boy ! 264 Page. Sir! Fal. What money is in my purse? Page. Seven groats and twopence. Fal. I can get no remedy against this con- 268 sumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable. Go bear this letter to my Lord of Lancaster; this to the prince ; this to the Earl of Westmore- 272 land; and this to old Mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived the first white hair on my chin. About it: you know where to find me. A pox of this gout ! 276 or, a gout of this pox ! for the one or the other plays the rogue with my great toe. 'Tis no matter if I do halt; I have the wars for my colour, and my pension shall seem the more 280 reasonable. A good wit will make use of any- thing; I will turn diseases to commodity. Exeunt. 257 Cf.n. 259 Cf.n. 263 prevent: anticipate 267 groat: a coin worth fourpence 279 halt: limp 280 colour: excuse 282 commodity: merchandise to be sold at a profit 20 The Second Part of Scene Three [York. The Archbishop's Palace] Enter Archbishop, Hastings, Mowbray, and Lord Bardolph. Arch. Thus have you heard our cause and known our means; And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes: And first, Lord Marshal, what say you to it? 4 Mowb. I well allow the occasion of our arms; But gladly would be better satisfied How in our means we should advance ourselves To look with forehead bold and big enough 8 Upon the power and puissance of the king. Hast. Our present musters grow upon the file To five-and-twenty thousand men of choice; And our supplies live largely in the hope 12 Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns With an incensed fire of injuries. L. Bard. The question, then, Lord Hastings, stand- eth thus: Whether our present five-and-twenty thousand 16 May hold up head without Northumberland. Hast. With him, we may. L. Bard. Ay, marry, there's the point: But if without him we be thought too feeble, My judgment is, we should not step too far 20 Till we had his assistance by the hand; For in a theme so bloody-fac'd as this, Conjecture, expectation, and surmise Of aids incertain should not be admitted. 24 10 file: muster roll 12 supplies: reinforcements King Henry the Fourth, I. Hi 21 Arch. 'Tis very true, Lord Bardolph; for, indeed It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury. L. Bard. It was, my lord ; who lin'd himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply, 28 Flattering himself with project of a power Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts; And so, with great imagination Proper to madmen, led his powers to death, 32 And winking leap'd into destruction. Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt To lay down likelihoods and forms of hope. L. Bard. Yes, if this present quality of war, — 36 Indeed the instant action, — a cause on foot, Lives so in hope, as in an early spring We see the appearing buds ; which, to prove fruit, Hope gives not so much warrant as despair 40 That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection; 44 Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all ? Much more, in this great work, — 48 Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down And set another up, — should we survey The plot of situation and the model, Consent upon a sure foundation, 52 Question surveyors, know our own estate, How able such a work to undergo, To weigh against his opposite; or else, 27 lin'd: strengthened 29, 30 project . . . smaller: anticipation of an army actually much smaller 33 winking: with eyes closed 36-41 Cf.n. 43 figure : plan 47 offices: domestic quarters 53-55 Cf.n. 22 The Second Part of We fortify in paper, and in figures, 56 Using the names of men instead of men: Like one that draws the model of a house Beyond his power to build it; who, half through, Gives o'er and leaves his part-created cost 60 A naked subject to the weeping clouds, And waste for churlish winter's tyranny. Hast. Grant that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth, Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd 64 The utmost man of expectation; I think we are a body strong enough, Even as we are, to equal with the king. L. Bard. What ! is the king but five-and-twenty thousand ? 68 Hast. To us no more; nay, not so much, Lord Bardolph. For his divisions, as the times do brawl, Are in three heads: one power against the French, And one against Glendower; perforce, a third 72 Must take up us: so is the unfirm king In three divided, and his coffers sound With hollow poverty and emptiness. Arch. That he should draw his several strengths together 76 And come against us in full puissance, Need not be dreaded. Hast. If he should do so, He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh Baying him at the heels: never fear that. 80 L. Bard. Who is it like should lead his forces hither ? Hast. The Duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland; 60 part-created cost: costly fragment 62 churlish : rough 70 as . . . brawl: as the turbulent times dictate 81 like: probable King Henry the Fourth, I. in 23 Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth: But who is substituted 'gainst the French 84 I have no certain notice. Arch. Let us on And publish the occasion of our arms. The commonwealth is sick of their own choice; Their over-greedy love hath surfeited. 88 A habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. O thou fond many ! with what loud applause Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke 92 Before he was what thou wouldst have him be: And being now trimm'd in thine own desires, Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. 96 So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard, And now thou wouldst eat thy dead vomit up, And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these times ? loo They that, when Richard liv'd, would have him die, Are now become enamour'd on his grave: Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head, When through proud London he came sighing on 104 After the admired heels of Bolingbroke, Cry'st now, 'O earth i yield us that king again, And take thou this !' O, thoughts of men accurst ! Past and to come seem best ; things present worst. 108 Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers and set on? Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone. [Exeunt.] 91 fond many: foolish multitude 94 trimm'd . . . desires: supplied with what thou didst desire 109 draw: assemble 24 The Second Part of ACT SECOND Scene One [London. A Street'] Enter Hostess [Quickly of the Tavern], with two Officers, Fang and Snare. Host. Master Fang, have you entered the action ? Fang. It is entered. Host. Where's your yeoman ? Is 't a lusty 4 yeoman? will a' stand to 't? Fang. Sirrah! — where's Snare? Host. O Lord, ay! good Master Snare. Snare. Here, here. 8 Fang. Snare, we must arrest Sir John Fal- staff. Host. Yea, good Master Snare ; I have entered him and all. 12 Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives, for he will stab. Host. Alas the day! take heed of him: he stabbed me in mine own house, and that most 16 beastly. In good faith, a' cares not what mischief he doth if his weapon be out: he will foin like any devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child. 20 Fang. If I can close with him I care not for his thrust. Host. No, nor I neither: I'll be at your elbow. 24 4 yeoman: sheriff's officer 19 foin: thrust (in fencing) King Henry the Fourth, II. i 25 Fang. An I but fist him once; an a' come but within my vice, — Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's an infinitive thing upon my score. 28 Good Master Fang, hold him sure: good Master Snare, let him not 'scape. A' comes continuantly to Pie-corner — saving your manhoods — to buy a saddle ; and he's indited to dinner to the Lub- 32 ber's Head in Lumbert Street, to Master Smooth's the silkman : I pray ye, since my exion is entered, and my case so openly known to the world, let him be brought in to his answer. A hundred 36 mark is a long one for a poor lone woman to bear; and I have borne, and borne, and borne; and have been fubbed off, and fubbed off, and fubbed off, from this day to that day, that it is a 40 shame to be thought on. There is no honesty in such dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass, and a beast, to bear every knave's wrong. Yonder he comes ; and that arrant malmsey- 44 nose knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your offices, do your offices, Master Fang and Master Snare; do me, do me, do me your offices. Enter Falstaff, and Bardolph. Fal. How now! whose mare's dead? what's 48 the matter? Fang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mistress Quickly. Fal. Away, varlets ! Draw, Bardolph: cut 52 26 vice : figuratively, grip 28 infinitive: infinite {Dame Quickly' s more obvious errors in speech are not, hereafter, glossed) upon my score: in my debt 32, 33 Lubber's . . . Street: Libbard's, i.e., Leopard's, Head Inn, in Lombard Street 34 exion: Dame Quickly 's error for 'action' 37 one; cf. n. 39 fubbed: fobbed, i.e., put off deceitfully 44, 45 malmsey-nose: red-nosed 26 The Second Part of me off the villain's head; throw the quean in the channel. Host. Throw me in the channel! I'll throw thee in the channel. Wilt thou ? wilt thou ? thou 56 bastardly rogue ! Murder, murder ! Ah, thou honey-suckle villain! wilt thou kill God's officers and the king's ? Ah, thou honey-seed rogue ! thou art a honey-seed, a man-queller, and a 60 woman-queller. Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph. Fang. A rescue ! a rescue ! Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two ! 64 Thou wo't, wo't thou? thou wo't, wo't ta? do, do, thou rogue! do, thou hemp-seed! Fal. Away, you scullion ! you rampallian ! you fustilarian ! I'll tickle your catastrophe. 68 Enter Chief Justice. Ch. Just. What is the matter ? keep the peace here, ho ! Host. Good my lord, be good to me! I be- seech you, stand to me! 72 Ch. Just. How now, Sir John ! what ! are you brawling here ? Doth this become your place, your time and business ? You should have been well on your way to York. Stand from him, fellow: wherefore hang'st upon him ? 76 Host. O, my most worshipful lord, an 't please your grace, I am a poor widow of East- cheap, and he is arrested at my suit. Ch. Just. For what sum? 80 53 quean: hussy 54 channel: kennel, i.e., gutter 58 honey-suckle: Dame Quickly's error for 'homicidal' 59 honey -seed : homicide 60 man-queller: man-killer 65 wo't: wouldst ta: thou 67, 68 Cf. n. King Henry the Fourth, II. i 2 ? Host. It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all I have. He hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his : but I will have some of 84 it out again, or I will ride thee o' nights like the mare. Fal. I think I am as like to ride the mare if I have any vantage of ground to get up. 88 Ch.Just. How comes this, Sir John? Fie! what man of good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation? Are you not ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so rough a course to 92 come by her own? Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee? Host. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself and the money too. Thou didst swear 96 to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea- coal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his 100 father to a singing-man of Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwif e Keech, 104 the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us she had a good dish of prawns ; whereby thou didst desire to eat some, 108 whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound? And didst thou not, when she was gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so famili- 86 mare: nightmare 90 temper: character 97 parcel-gilt : partly gilded 98 sea-coal: mineral coal (brought by boat from Newcastle) 99 Wheeson: IVhitsun 104 Keech: literally 'a lump of fat' 109 green: fresh 28 The Second Part of arity with such poor people ; saying that ere 112 long they should call me madam? And didst thou not kiss me and bid me fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy book-oath: deny it if thou canst. 116 Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she says up and down the town that her eldest son is like you. She hath been in good case, and the truth is, poverty hath distracted her. 120 But for those foolish officers, I beseech you I may have redress against them. Ch. Just. Sir John, Sir John, I am well ac- quainted with your manner of wrenching the 124 true cause the false way. It is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words that come with such more than impudent sauciness from you, can thrust me from a level consideration ; you 128 have, as it appears to me, practised upon the easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made her serve your uses both in purse and in person. Host. Yea, in troth, my lord. 132 Ch. Just. Prithee, peace. Pay her the debt you owe her, and unpay the villainy you have done her: the one you may do with sterling money, and the other with current repentance. 136 Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without reply. You call honourable boldness impudent sauciness: if a man will make curtsy, and say nothing, he is virtuous. No, my lord, 140 my humble duty remembered, I will not be your suitor: I say to you, I do desire deliverance from these officers, being upon hasty employment in the king's affairs. 144 119 case: circumstances 128 level: steady 136 current: genuine, with pun upon 'sterling' 137 sneap: snub King Henry the Fourth, II. i 29 Ch. Just. You speak as having power to do wrong: but answer in the effect of your reputa- tion, and satisfy the poor woman. Fal. Come hither, hostess. 148 [Taking her aside.] Enter Master Gower. Ch.Just. Now, Master Gower! what news? Gow. The king, my lord, and Harry Prince of Wales Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells. [Gives a letter.] Fal. As I am a gentleman. 152 Host. Faith, you said so before. Fal. As I am a gentleman. Come, no more words of it. Host. By this heavenly ground I tread on, 156 I must be fain to pawn both my plate and the tapestry of my dining-chambers. Fal. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking: and for thy walls, a pretty slight drollery, or the 160 story of the Prodigal, or the German hunting in water-work, is worth a thousand of these bed- hangings and these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound if thou canst. Come, an it were 164 not for thy humours, there's not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face, and draw the action. Come, thou must not be in this humour with me; dost not know me? Come, come, I 168 know thou wast set on to this. Host. Prithee, Sir John, let it be but twenty 145 Cf. n. 146 in the effect of: in a manner suitable to 159 Cf. n. 160 drollery: humorou s painting 161 German hunting: German hunting-scene 162 water-work: water colors 165 humours: caprices 166 draw: withdraw 30 The Second Part of nobles: i' faith, I am loath to pawn my plate, so God save me, la! 172 Fal. Let it alone; I'll make other shift: you'll be a fool still. Host. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown. I hope you'll come to supper. You'll 176 pay me all together? Fal. Will I live? [To Bardolph.] Go, with her, with her; hook on, hook on. Host. Will you have Doll Tearsheet meet 180 you at supper? Fal. No more words; let's have her. Exeunt Hostess, [Bardolph, Page,] and Sergeant[s]. Ch. Just. I have heard better news. Fal. What's the news, my lord? 1S4 Ch. Just. Where lay the king last night ? Gow. At Basingstoke, my lord. Fal. I hope, my lord, all's well: what is the news, my lord? 188 Ch. Just. Come all his forces back? Gow. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse, Are march'd up to my Lord of Lancaster, Against Northumberland and the archbishop. 192 Fal. Comes the king back from Wales, my noble lord? Ch. Just. You shall have letters of me presently. Come, go along with me, good Master Gower. Fal. My lord! 196 Ch. Just. What's the matter ? Fal. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner? 171 nobles: gold coins worth about six shillings 194 presently : immediately King Henry the Fourth, II. ii 31 Gow. I must wait upon my good lord here ; 200 I thank you, good Sir John. Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to take soldiers up in counties as you go. 204 Fal. Will you sup with me, Master Gower? Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John? Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, 208 he was a fool that taught them me. This is the right fencing grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so part fair. Ch. Just. Now the Lord lighten thee ! thou 212 art a great fool. Exeunt. Scene Two [The Same] Enter Prince Henry [and] Poins. Prince. Before God, I am exceeding weary. Poins. Is 't come to that? I had thought weariness durst not have attached one of so high blood. 4 Prince. Faith, it does me, though it dis- colours the complexion of my greatness to ac- knowledge it. Doth it not show vilely in me to desire small beer? 8 Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied as to remember so weak a composition. Prince. Belike then my appetite was not princely got ; for, by my troth, I do now re- 12 210 Cf.n. 212 lighten: enlighten, used quibblingly 3 attached: seised 5 discolours the complexion of my greatness: makes me blush 10 studied: inclined 32 The Second Part of member the poor creature, small beer. But, indeed, these humble considerations make me out of love with my greatness. What a disgrace is it to me to remember thy name, or to know 16 thy face to-morrow ! or to take note how many pair of silk stockings thou hast; viz. these, and those that were thy peach-coloured ones ! or to bear the inventory of thy shirts ; as, one for 20 superfluity, and another for use! But that the tennis-court-keeper knows better than I, for it is a low ebb of linen with thee when thou keepest not racket there ; as thou hast not done a great 24 while, because the rest of thy low-countries have made a shift to eat up thy holland: and God knows whether those that bawl out the ruins of thy linen shall inherit his kingdom ; but the 28 midwives say the children are not in the fault; whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are mightily strengthened. Poins. How ill it follows, after you have 32 laboured so hard, you should talk so idly! Tell me, how many good young princes would do so, their fathers being so sick as yours at this time is? 36 Prince. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins? Poins. Yes, faith, and let it be an excellent good thing. Prince. It shall serve among wits of no higher 40 breeding than thine. Poins. Go to; I stand the push of your one thing that you will tell. Prince. Marry, I tell thee, it is not meet that 44 I should be sad, now my father is sick: albeit I 25-31 Cf.n. 42 push: thrust King Henry the Fourth, II. ii 33 could tell to thee, — as to one it pleases me, for fault of a better, to call my friend, — I could be sad, and sad indeed too. 48 Poins. Very hardly upon such a subject. Prince. By this hand, thou thinkest me as far in the devil's book as thou and Falstaff for obduracy and persistency : let the end try the 52 man. But I tell thee my heart bleeds inwardly that my father is so sick; and keeping such vile company as thou art hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow. 56 Poins. The reason? Prince. What wouldst thou think of me if I should weep ? Poins. I would think thee a most princely 60 hypocrite. Prince. It would be every man's thought; and thou art a blessed fellow to think as every man thinks : never a man's thought in the world 64 keeps the road-way better than thine: every man would think me an hypocrite indeed. And what accites your most worshipful thought to think so ? Poins. Why, because you have been so lewd 68 and so much engraffed to Falstaff. Prince. And to thee. Poins. By this light, I am well spoke on; I can hear it with mine own ears : the worst that 72 they can say of me is that I am a second brother and that I am a proper fellow of my hands ; and those two things I confess I cannot help. By the mass, here comes Bardolph. 76 Enter Bardolph and Page. 67 accites: invites 68 lewd: worthless 69 much engraffed : closely att ached 73 second brother: younger son 74 proper fellow of my hands: good fellow with my fists 34 The Second Part of Prince. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: a' had him from me Christian; and look, if the fat villain have not transformed him ape. Bard. God save your Grace ! 80 Prince. And yours, most noble Bardolph. Poins. [To the Page.] Come, you virtuous ass, you bashful fool, must you be blushing? where- fore blush you now ? What a maidenly man-at- 84 arms are you become ! Is 't such a matter to get a pottle-pot's maidenhead? Page. A' calls me even now, my lord, through a red lattice, and I could discern no part of his 88 face from the window: at last, I spied his eyes, and methought he had made two holes in the ale-wife's new petticoat, and peeped through. Prince. Hath not the boy profited? 92 Bard. Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away! Page. Away, you rascally Althea's dream, away ! 96 Prince. Instruct us, boy; what dream, boy? Page. Marry, my lord, Althea dreamed she was delivered of a firebrand; and therefore I call him her dream. 100 Prince. A crown's worth of good interpreta- tion. There 'tis, boy. [Gives him money.] Poins. O ! that this good blossom could be kept from cankers. Well, there is sixpence to 104 preserve thee. Bard. An you do not make him be hanged among you, the gallows shall have wrong. Prince. And how doth thy master, Bardolph? 108 86 pottle-pot: izvo-quart tankard 88 red lattice: ale-house window 95-100 Cf. n. 104 cankers: canker-worms King Henry the Fourth, II. ii 35 Bard. Well, my lord. He heard of your Grace's coming to town: there's a letter for you. Poins. Delivered with good respect. And how doth the martleinas, your master? 112 Bard. In bodily health, sir. Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a physician; but that moves not him: though that be sick, it dies not. 116 Prince. I do allow this wen to be as familiar with me as my dog; and he holds his place, for look you how he writes. Poins. [looking over the Prince's shoulder. ~\ 120 'John Falstaff, knight,' — every man must know that, as oft as he has occasion to name himself: even like those that are kin to the king, for they never prick their finger but they say, 'There's 124 some of the king's blood spilt.' 'How comes that?' says he that takes upon him not to con- ceive. The answer is as ready as a borrower's cap, 'I am the king's poor cousin, sir.' 128 Prince. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it from Japhet. But to the letter: 'Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of the king nearest his father, Harry Prince of 132 Wales, greeting.' Poins. Why, this is a certificate. Prince. Peace! 'I will imitate the honourable Romans in brevity:' 136 Poins. He sure means brevity in breath, short- winded. Prince. 'I commend me to thee, I commend 112 martlemas; cf. n. 117 wen: swelling, i.e., Falstaff 126 takes upon him: pretends conceive: understand 127, 128 borrower's cap; cf. n. 130 fetch it from Japhet: trace kinship through Japhet, the son of Noah 130 ff. Cf.n. The Second Part of thee, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with 140 Poins; for he misuses thy favours so much that he swears thou art to marry his sister Nell. Re- pent at idle times as thou mayest, and so farewell. 'Thine, by yea and no, — which is as 144 much as to say, as thou usest him, Jack Falstaff, with my familiars; John, with my brothers and sisters, and Sir John with all Europe.' 148 Poins. My lord, I'll steep this letter in sack and make him eat it. Prince. That's to make him eat twenty of his words. But do you use me thus, Ned? must 152 I marry your sister? Poins. God send the wench no worse for- tune! — but I never said so. Prince. Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds 156 and mock us. Is your master here in London? Bard. Yea, my lord. Prince. Where sups he? doth the old boar feed in the old frank? 160 Bard. At the old place, my lord, in East- cheap. Prince. What company? Page. Ephesians, my lord, of the old church. 164 Prince. Sup any women with him? Page. None, my lord, but old Mistress Quickly and Mistress Doll Tearsheet. Prince. What pagan may that be? 168 Page. A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kins- woman of my master's. Prince. Even such kin as the parish heifers 160 frank: sty 164 Ephesians: slang term for jolly fellows King Henry the Fourth, II. Hi 37 are to the town bull. Shall we steal upon them, 172 Ned, at supper? Poins. I am your shadow, my lord; I'll follow you. Prince. Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph ; no 176 word to your master that I am yet come to town: there's for your silence. [Gives money.'] Bard. I have no tongue, sir. Page. And for mine, sir, I will govern it. 180 Prince. Fare ye well; go. [Exeunt Bardolph and Page.] This Doll Tearsheet should be some road. Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way between Saint Albans and London. 185 Prince. How might we see Falstaff bestow himself to-night in his true colours, and not ourselves be seen? Poins. Put on two leathern jerkins and aprons, and wait upon him at his table as drawers. 191 Prince. From a god to a bull! a heavy descension! it was Jove's case. From a prince to a prentice! a low transformation! that shall be mine; for in every thing the purpose must weigh with the folly. Follow me, Ned. Exeunt. Scene Three [Warhworth. Before Northumberland's Castle] Enter Northumberland, his wife, and the wife to Harry Percy. North. I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle daugh- ter, 186 bestow: behave 192, 193 Cf. n. 38 The Second Part of Give even way unto my rough affairs: Put not you on the visage of the times, And be like them to Percy troublesome. 4 Lady N. I have given over, I will speak no more : Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide. North. Alas ! sweet wife, my honour is at pawn ; And, but my going, nothing can redeem it. 8 Lady P. O ! yet for God's sake, go not to these wars. The time was, father, that you broke your word When you were more endear'd to it than now; When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry, 12 Threw many a northward look to see his father Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain. Who then persuaded you to stay at home? There were two honours lost, yours and your son's: 16 For yours, the God of heaven brighten it! For his, it stuck upon him as the sun In the grey vault of heaven ; and by his light Did all the chivalry of England move 20 To do brave acts : he was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves: He had no legs, that practis'd not his gait; And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish, 24 Became the accents of the valiant; For those that could speak low and tardily, Would turn their own perfection to abuse, To seem like him: so that, in speech, in gait, 28 In diet, in affections of delight, In military rules, humours of blood, He was the mark and glass, copy and book, That f ashion'd others. And him, O wondrous him ! 32 11 endear'd: bound 24 thick: fast 29 affections of delight: favorite pastimes 30 blood: disposition King Henry the Fourth, II. Hi 39 O miracle of men! him did you leave, — Second to none, unseconded by you, — To look upon the hideous god of war In disadvantage; to abide a field 36 Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name Did seem defensible: so you left him. Never, O! never, do his ghost the wrong To hold your honour more precise and nice 40 With others than with him: let them alone. The marshal and the archbishop are strong: Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers, To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck, 44 Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave. North. Beshrew your heart, Fair daughter ! you do draw my spirits from me With new lamenting ancient oversights. But I must go and meet with danger there, 48 Or it will seek me in another place, And find me worse provided. Lady N. O ! fly to Scotland, Till that the nobles and the armed commons Have of their puissance made a little taste. 52 Lady P. If they get ground and vantage of the king, Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, To make strength stronger; but, for all our loves, First let them try themselves. So did your son ; 56 He was so suffer'd: so came I a widow; And never shall have length of life enough To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes, That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven, 60 For recordation to my noble husband. 38 defensible: able to furnish defense 40 nice: scrupulous 61 For recordation to : in memory of 40 The Second Part of North. Come, come, go in with me. 'Tis with my mind As with the tide swell'd up unto his height, That makes a still-stand, running neither way: 64 Fain would I go to meet the archbishop, But many thousand reasons hold me back. 1 will resolve for Scotland: there am I, Till time and vantage crave my company. 68 Exeunt. Scene Four [London. A Room in the Boar's Head Tavern, in Eastcheap] Enter two Drawers [Francis and another]. First Draw. What the devil hast thou brought there? apple-johns? thou knowest Sir John can- not endure an apple-john. Sec. Draw. Mass, thou sayst true. The prince 4 once set a dish of apple-johns before him, and told him there were five more Sir Johns; and, putting off his hat, said, 'I will now take my leave of these six dry, round, old withered 8 knights.' It angered him to the heart; but he hath forgot that. First Draw. Why then, cover, and set them down: and see if thou canst find out Sneaks 12 noise; Mistress Tearsheet would fain hear some music. Dispatch: the room where they supped is too hot; they'll come in straight. Sec. Draw. Sirrah, here will be the prince 16 and Master Poins anon; and they will put on 2 apple-johns: apples that keep well but become very much shriveled 11 cover: set the table 13 noise: band of musicians King Henry the Fourth, II. iv 41 two of our jerkins and aprons; and Sir John must not know of it: Bardolph hath brought word. 20 First Draw. By the mass, here will be old utis : it will be an excellent stratagem. Sec. Draw. I'll see if I can find out Sneak. Exit. Enter Hostess and Doll. Host. T faith, sweetheart, methinks now you 24 are in an excellent good temperality: your pul- sidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would desire; and your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose ; in good truth, la ! But, i' faith, 28 you have drunk too much canaries, and that's a marvellous searching wine, and it perfumes the blood ere one can say, What's this? How do you now? 32 Dol. Better than I was: hem! Host. Why, that's well said; a good heart's worth gold. Lo! here comes Sir John. Enter Falstaff [singing']. Fal. 'When Arthur first in court' — Empty 36 the Jordan. — [Exit Drawer.] — 'And was a worthy king.' How now, Mistress Doll! Host. Sick of a calm: yea, good faith. Fal. So is all her sect ; an they be once in a 40 calm they are sick. Dol. A pox damn you, you muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me? Fal. You make fat ratals, Mistress Doll. 44 21, 22 old utis: rare sport 36 Cf. n. 37 Jordan: chamber-pot 39 calm: mistake for 'qualm 40 sect: sex 42 The Second Part of Dol. I make them! gluttony and diseases make them; I make them not. Fal. If the cook help to make the glut- tony, you help to make the diseases, Doll: we 48 catch of you, Doll, we catch of you; grant that, my poor virtue, grant that. Dol. Yea, joy, our chains and our jewels. Fal. 'Your brooches, pearls, and owches' : — 52 for to serve bravely is to come halting off, you know: to come off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to surgery bravely ; to venture upon the charged chambers bravely, — 56 Dol. Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself ! Host. By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two never meet but you fall to some discord: 60 you are both, i' good truth, as rheumatic as two dry toasts; you cannot one bear with another's confirmities. What the good-year ! one must bear, and that must be you : you are the weaker 64 vessel, as they say, the emptier vessel. Dol. Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogshead? there's a whole merchant's venture of Bordeaux stuff in him : you have not 68 seen a hulk better stuffed in the hold. Come, I'll be friends with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars; and whether I shall ever see thee again or no, there is nobody cares. 72 Ente?- Drawer [Francis], Fran. Sir, Ancient Pistol's below, and would speak with you. 52 Cf.n. owches: jewels 56 chambers: small can non 57 conger: eel 61 rheumatic: error for 'splenetic' (?) 63 good-year: corruption of French 'goujere,' 'the pox' 73 Ancient: ensign or second lieutenant, Peto being Captain Fal- staff's first lieutenant King Henry the Fourth, II. iv 43 Dol. Hang him, swaggering rascal! let him not come hither : it is the f oul-mouthedest rogue 76 in England. Host. If he swagger, let him not come here: no, by my faith; I must live among my neigh- bours; I'll no swaggerers: I am in good name 80 and fame with the very best. Shut the door; there comes no swaggerers here: I have not lived all this while to have swaggering now: shut the door, I pray you. 84 Fal. Dost thou hear, hostess? Host. Pray ye, pacify yourself, Sir John: there comes no swaggerers here. Fal. Dost thou hear? it is mine ancient. 88 Host. Tilly-fally, Sir John, ne'er tell me: your ancient swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before Master Tisick, the debuty, t'other day ; and, as he said to me, — 'twas no longer ago 92 than Wedesday last, — 'I' good faith, neighbor Quickly,' says he ; — Master Dumbe, our minister, was by then; — 'Neighbour Quickly,' says he, 're- ceive those that are civil, for,' said he, 'you are in 96 an ill name'; now, a' said so, I can tell where- upon; 'for,' says he, 'you are an honest woman, and well thought on; therefore take heed what guests you receive : receive,' says he, 'no swag- 100 gering companions.' There comes none here: — you would bless you to hear what he said. No, I'll no swaggerers. Fal. He's no swaggerer, hostess ; a tame 104 cheater, i' faith; you may stroke him as gently as a puppy greyhound: he'll not swagger with 80 swaggerers: bullies 91 debuty; cf. n. 104, 105 tame cheater; cf. n. 44 The Second Part of a Barbary hen if her feathers turn back in any show of resistance. Call him up, drawer. 108 [Exit Francis.'] Host. Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man my house, nor no cheater; but I do not love swaggering, by my troth; I am the worse, when one says swagger. Feel, masters, 112 how I shake; look you, I warrant you. Dol. So you do, hostess. Host. Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere an aspen leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers. 116 Enter Ancient Pistol, and Bardolph and his boy. Pist. God save you, Sir John! Fal. Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge you with a cup of sack: do you dis- charge upon mine hostess. 120 Pist. I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets. Fal. She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall hardly offend her. 124 Host. Come, I'll drink no proofs nor no bullets: I'll drink no more than will do me good, for no man's pleasure, I. Pist. Then to you, Mistress Dorothy; I will 128 charge you. Dol. Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy com- panion. What! you poor, base, rascally, cheat- ing, lack-linen mate ! Away, you mouldy rogue, 132 away ! I am meat for your master. Pist. I know you, Mistress Dorothy. Dol. Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy 107 Barbary hen: a hen whose feathers naturally turn back 130 companion: a term of contempt 132 mate: fellow, 'chap' King Henry the Fourth, II. iv 45 bung, away ! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife 136 in your mouldy chaps an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal ! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you! Since when, I pray you, sir? God's light! with two points 140 on your shoulder ? much ! Pist. God let me not live but I will murder your ruff for this ! [Attacking her, and tearing her ruff.] Fal. No more, Pistol : I would not have you 144 go off here. Discharge yourself of our company, Pistol. Host. No, good captain Pistol; not here, sweet captain. 148 Dol. Captain ! thou abominable damned cheater, art thou not ashamed to be called captain? An captains were of my mind, they would truncheon you out for taking their names 152 upon you before you have earned them. You a captain, you slave ! for what ? for tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house? He a captain ! Hang him, rogue ! He lives upon 156 mouldy stewed prunes and dried cakes. A captain! God's light, these villains will make the word captain as odious as the word 'occupy,' which was an excellent good word before it was 160 ill sorted: therefore captains had need look to 't. Bard. Pray thee, go down, good ancient. Fal. Hark thee hither, Mistress Doll. Pist. Not I ; I tell thee what, Corporal Bar- 164 136 bung: slang for 'sharper' 137 chaps: jaws 138 cuttle: slang for 'cut purse' 139 basket-hilt: referring to the basket-shaped steel hand-guard on the hilt of Pistol's sword juggler: trickster Since when, etc.: a cant exclamation of scorn 140 two points: shoulder tags, mark of an army commission 159 occupy; cf. n. 46 The Second Part of dolph; I could tear her. I'll be revenged of her. Page. Pray thee, go down. Pist. I'll see her damned first; to Pluto's 168 damned lake, by this hand, to the infernal deep, with Erebus and tortures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I. Down, down, dogs ! down fai- tors. Have we not Hiren here? 172 Host. Good Captain Peesel, be quiet; 'tis very late, i' faith. I beseek you now, aggravate your choler. Pist . These be good humours, indeed ! Shall pack- horses, 176 And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia, Which cannot go but thirty mile a day, Compare with Caesars, and with Cannibals, And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them with 180 King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar. Shall we fall foul for toys? Host. By my troth, captain, these are very bitter words. 184 Bard. Be gone, good ancient: this will grow to a brawl anon. Pist. Die men like dogs ! give crowns like pins ! Have we not Hiren here ? 188 Host. O' my word, captain, there's none such here. What the good-year! do you think I would deny her? for God's sake! be quiet. Pist. Then feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis. 192 Come, give's some sack. Si fortune me tormente, sperato me contento. Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire: 171 f aitors : impost ers 172 Hiren; cf. n. 177, 178 Cf. n. 179 Cannibals: blunder fcr 'Hannibals' 182 toys: trifles 192 Cf. n. 194 Cf. ». King Henry the Fourth, II. iv w Give me some sack ; and, sweetheart, lie thou there. 19C [Laying down his sword. ] Come we to full points here, and are et ceteras noth- ing? Fal. Pistol, I would be quiet. Pist. Sweet knight, I kiss thy neif. What! we have seen the seven stars. 200 Dol. For God's sake, thrust him down stairs ! I cannot endure such a fustian rascal. Pist . 'Thrust him down stairs !' know we not Galloway nags? 204 Fal. Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove- groat shilling: nay, an a' do nothing but speak nothing, a'^ shall be nothing here. Bard. Come, get you down stairs. 208 Pist. What! shall we have incision? Shall we imbrue? [Snatching up his sword.'] Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days ! Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds Untwine the Sisters Three! Come, Atropos, I say ! 212 Host. Here's goodly stuff toward! Fal. Give me my rapier, boy. Dol. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw. 216 Fal. Get you down stairs. [Drawing.] Host. Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear keeping house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and frights. So; murder, I warrant now. Alas, alas ! 220 put up your naked weapons; put up your naked weapons. [Exeunt Bardolph and Pistol."] 197 full points: a full stop 199 neif: fist 200 seven stars: the Pleiades 202 fustian: nonsensical 204 Galloway nags: small and inferior breed of horses 205 Quoit: pitch shove-groat; cf. n. 209 imbrue: draw blood 212 Sisters Three: the Fates, Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos 213 toward: at hand 219 tirrits: blunder for terrors (?) 48 The Second Part of Dol. I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal's gone. Ah ! you whoreson little valiant villain, 224 you! Host. Are you not hurt i' the groin? me- thought a' made a shrewd thrust at your belly. [Enter Bardolph.] Fal. Have you turned him out o' doors? 228 Bard. Yea, sir: the rascal's drunk. You have hurt him, sir, i' the shoulder. Fal. A rascal, to brave me! Dol. Ah, you sweet little rogue, you ! Alas, 232 poor ape, how thou sweatest ! Come, let me wipe thy face; come on, you whoreson chops. Ah, rogue ! i' faith, I love thee. Thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon, 236 and ten times better than the Nine Worthies. Ah, villain! Fal. A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket. 240 Dol. Do, an thou darest for thy heart: an thou dost, I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets. Enter Music. Page. The music is come, sir. 244 Fal. Let them play. Play, sirs. Sit on my knee, Doll. A rascal bragging slave! the rogue fled from me like quicksilver. Dol. V faith, and thou followedst him like a 248 church. Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig, when wilt thou leave fighting o' days, 234 chops: fat-face 249, 250 Bartholomew boar-pig: roast pig, a favorite dish at Bartholo- mew Fair King Henry the Fourth, II. iv 49 and foining o' nights, and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven? 252 Enter [behind] the Prince and Poins, disguised [like Drawers]. Fal. Peace, good Doll ! do not speak like a death's head: do not bid me remember mine end. Dol. Sirrah, what humour's the prince of? 256 Fal. A good shallow young fellow: a' would have made a good pantler, a' would have chipped bread well. Dol. They say, Poins has a good wit. 260 Fal. He a good wit! hang him, baboon! his wit is as thick as Tewksbury mustard: there is no more conceit in him than is in a mallet. Dol. Why does the prince love him so, then ? 264 Fal. Because their legs are both of a bigness, and a' plays at quoits well, and eats conger and fennel, and drinks off candles' ends for flap- dragons, and rides the wild mare with the boys, 268 and jumps upon joint-stools, and swears with a good grace, and wears his boots very smooth, like unto the sign of the leg, and breeds no bate with telling of discreet stories ; and such other 272 gambol faculties a' has, that show a weak mind and an able body, for the which the prince admits him: for the prince himself is such another ; the weight of a hair will turn the 276 scales between their avoirdupois. 258 pantler: servant in charge of the pantry 263 conceit: imagination 267 drinks . . . flapdragons; cf. n. 268 rides . . . mare : plays see-saw 269 joint-stools: stools made by a joiner, as distinguished from those of rough make 271 sign of the leg: a shoemaker's sign breeds no bate: causes no strife 273 gambol: sportive so The Second Part of Prince. Would not this nave of a wheel have his ears cut off? Poins. Let's beat him before his whore. 280 Prince. Look, whether the withered elder hath not his poll clawed like a parrot. Poins. Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance ? 284 Fal. Kiss me, Doll. Prince, Saturn and Venus this year in con- junction! what says the almanack to that? Poins. And, look, whether the fiery Trigon, 288 his man, be not lisping to his master's old tables, his note-book, his counsel-keeper. Fal. Thou dost give me flattering busses. Dol. By my troth, I kiss thee with a most 292 constant heart. Fal. I am old, I am old. Dol. I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young boy of them all. 296 Fal. What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receive money o' Thursday; shalt have a cap to-morrow. A merry song! come: it grows late ; we'll to bed. Thou'lt forget me when I 300 am gone. Dol. By my troth, thou'lt set me a-weeping an thou sayst so: prove that ever I dress myself handsome till thy return. Well, hearken at the 304 end. Fal. Some sack, Francis ! Prince. ) [Coming forward.] Anon, anon, Poins. ) sir. 308 278 nave of a wheel : Falstaff's knavery and rotundity are both in- cluded in this phrase 282 poll: head 286 Cf.n. 288 fiery Trigon: Bardolph; cf. n. 289 lisping: making love old tables: old account book, i.e., the hostess 297 kirtle: waist or skirt or both 304 hearken at: watch King Henry the Fourth, II. iv 61 Fal. Ha! a bastard son of the king's? And art not thou Poins his brother? Prince. Why, thou globe of sinful continents, what a life dost thou lead ! 312 Fal. A better than thou: I am a gentleman; thou art a drawer. Prince. Very true, sir; and I come to draw you out by the ears. 316 Host. O! the Lord preserve thy good Grace; by my troth, welcome to London. Now, the Lord bless that sweet face of thine! O Jesu! are you come from Wales? 320 Fal. Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, by this light flesh and corrupt blood [pointing to Doll], thou art welcome. Dol. How, you fat fool ! I scorn you. 324 Poins. My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge and turn all to a merriment, if you take not the heat. Prince. You whoreson candle-mine, you, how 328 vilely did you speak of me even now before this honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman! Host. God's blessing of your good heart! and so she is, by my troth. 332 Fal. Didst thou hear me? Prince. Yea; and you knew me, as you did when you ran away by Gadshill: you knew I was at your back, and spoke it on purpose to try 336 my patience. Fal. No, no, no; not so; I did not think thou wast within hearing. Prince. I shall drive you then to confess the 340 326,327 take . . . the heat: strike while the iron's hot 328 candle-mine: mine of tallow 52 The Second Part of wilful abuse; and then I know how to handle you. Fal. No abuse, Hal, o' mine honour; no abuse. 344 Prince. Not to dispraise me, and call me pantler and bread-chipper and I know not what? Fal. No abuse, Hal. Poins. No abuse ! 348 Fal. No abuse, Ned, in the world; honest Ned, none. I dispraised him before the wicked, that the wicked might not fall in love with him; in which doing I have done the part of a careful 352 friend and a true subject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it. No abuse, Hal; none, Ned, none: no, faith, boys, none. Prince. See now, whether pure fear and 356 entire cowardice doth not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to close with us? Is she of the wicked? Is thine hostess here of the wicked ? Or is thy boy of the wicked ? Or 360 honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his nose, of the wicked? Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, answer. Fal. The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph 364 irrecoverable; and his face is Lucifer's privy- kitchen, where he doth nothing but roast malt- worms. For the boy, there is a good angel about him; but the devil outbids him too. 368 Prince. For the women? Fal. For one of them, she is in hell already, and burns poor souls. For the other, I owe her money ; and whether she be damned for that, I 372 know not. 358 close: make peace 363 dead elm; cf. n. 364 pricked down : marked down 366,367 malt-worms: ale-topers King Henry the Fourth, II. iv 53 Host. No, I warrant you. Fal. No, I think thou art not; I think thou art quit for that. Marry, there is another in- 376 dictment upon thee, for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house, contrary to the law; for the which I think thou wilt howl. Host. All victuallers do so: what's a joint of 380 mutton or two in a whole Lent? Prince. You, gentlewoman, — Dol. What says your Grace? Fal. His Grace says that which his flesh 384 rebels against. Veto knocks at door. Host. Who knocks so loud at door? Look to the door there, Francis. Enter Peto. Prince. Peto, how now ! what news ? 388 Peto. The king your father is at Westminster; And there are twenty weak and wearied posts Come from the north: and as I came along, I met and overtook a dozen captains, 392 Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns, And asking every one for Sir John Falstaff. Prince. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame, So idly to profane the precious time, 396 When tempest of commotion, like the south, Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt And drop upon our bare unarmed heads. Give me my sword and cloak. Falstaff, good night. 400 Exeunt Prince and Poins [Bardolph and Peto]. 376 quit: absolved 390 posts: couriers 397 south: south wind 54 The Second Part of Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence and leave it un- picked. [Knocking within.'] More knocking at the door! 404 [Enter Bardolph.] How now ! what's the matter ? Bard. You must away to court, sir, presently; A dozen captains stay at door for you. Fal. [To the Page]. Pay the musicians, sirrah. 408 Farewell, hostess, farewell, Doll. You see, my good wenches, how men of merit are sought after: the undeserver may sleep when the man of action is called on. Farewell, good wenches. 412 If I be not sent away post, I will see you again ere I go. Dol. I cannot speak; if my heart be not ready to burst, — well, sweet Jack, have a care 416 of thyself. Fal. Farewell, farewell. Exit [Falstaff, with Bardolph], Host. Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these twenty-nine years, come peascod- 420 time; but an honester, and truer-hearted man, — well, fare thee well. Bard. [Within.] Mistress Tearsheet! Host. What's the matter? 424 Bard. [Within.] Bid Mistress Tearsheet come to my master. Host. O ! run, Doll, run ; run, good Doll. Come ! She comes blubbered. 428 Yea, will you come, Doll? Exeunt. 413 post: in haste 428 S. d. blubbered: in tears King Henry the Fourth, III. i 55 ACT THIRD Scene One [Westminster. The Palace] Enter the King in his night-gown, with a Page. King. Go, call the Earls of Surrey and of War- wick ; But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters, And well consider of them. Make good speed. [Exit Page.] How many thousand of my poorest subjects 4 Are at this hour asleep ! O sleep ! O gentle sleep ! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in f orgetf ulness ? 8 Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, 12 Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? O thou dull god ! why liest thou with the vile In loathsome beds, and leav'st the kingly couch 16 A watch-case or a common 'larum bell? Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seel up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, 20 And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf'ning clamour in the slippery clouds, 24 S. d. night-gown: dressing gown 17 watch-case: sentry-box 19 Seel: sew together (a hawking term) 56 The Second Part of That with the hurly death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, And in the calmest and most stillest night, 28 With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. Enter Warwick and Surrey. War. Many good morrows to your majesty! 32 King. Is it good morrow, lords? War. 'Tis one o'clock, and past. King. Why then, good morrow to you all, my lords. Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? 36 War. We have, my liege. King. Then you perceive the body of our kingdom, How foul it is; what rank diseases grow, And with what danger, near the heart of it. 40 War. It is but as a body, yet distemper'd, Which to his former strength may be restor'd With good advice and little medicine: My Lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd. 44 King. O God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, — Weary of solid firmness, — melt itself 48 Into the sea ! and, other times, to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration 52 With divers liquors ! O ! if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, 25 hurly: tumult King Henry the Fourth, III. i 57 Would shut the book, and sit him down and die. 56 'Tis not ten years gone Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends, Did feast together, and in two years after Were they at wars: it is but eight years since 60 This Percy was the man nearest my soul, Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs And laid his love and life under my foot; Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard 64 Gave him defiance. But which of you was by, — [To Warwick.] You, cousin Nevil, as I may remem- ber, — When Richard, with his eye brimful of tears, Then check'd and rated by Northumberland, 68 Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy? 'Northumberland, thou ladder, by the which My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne'; Though then, God knows, I had no such intent, 72 But that necessity so bow'd the state That I and greatness were compelled to kiss : 'The time shall come,' thus did he follow it, 'The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head, 76 Shall break into corruption' : — so went on, Foretelling this same time's condition And the division of our amity. War. There is a history in all men's lives, 80 Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd; The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds 84 And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time; And by the necessary form of this 68 check'd: rebuked 81 Figuring: symbolizing 87 necessary form: logical necessity 58 The Second Part of King Richard might create a perfect guess 88 That great Northumberland, then false to him, Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness. Which should not find a ground to root upon, Unless on you. King. Are these things then necessities? 92 Then let us meet them like necessities; And that same word even now cries out on us. They say the bishop and Northumberland Are fifty thousand strong. War. It cannot be, my lord ! 96 Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the fear'd. Please it your Grace To go to bed: upon my soul, my lord, The powers that you already have sent forth 100 Shall bring this prize in very easily. To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd A certain instance that Glendower is dead. Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill, 104 And these unseason'd hours perforce must add Unto your sickness. King. I will take your counsel: And were these inward wars once out of hand, We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. 108 Exeunt. Scene Two [Before Justice Shallow's House in Gloucestershire'] Enter Shallow and Silence, with Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, Bullcalf [and Servants]. Shal. Come on, come on, come on, sir; give me your hand, sir, give me your hand, sir: an 103 instance : proof 105 unseason'd: unseasonable King Henry the Fourth, III. ii 59 early stirrer, by the rood! And how doth my good cousin Silence? 4 Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow. Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bed- fellow? and your fairest daughter and mine, my god-daughter Ellen? 8 Sil. Alas ! a black ousel, cousin Shallow ! Shal. By yea and nay, sir, I dare say my cousin William is become a good scholar. He is at Oxford still, is he not? 12 Sil. Indeed, sir, to my cost. Shal. A' must, then, to the inns o' court shortly. I was once of Clement's Inn; where I think they will talk of mad Shallow yet. 16 Sil. You were called lusty Shallow' then, cousin. Shal. By the mass, I was called anything; and I would have done anything indeed too, 20 and roundly too. There was I, and Little John Doit of Staffordshire, and black George Barnes, and Francis Pickbone, and Will Squele a Cots- wold man ; you had not four such swinge-buck- 24 lers in all the inns o' court again : and, I may say to you, we knew where the bona-robas were, and had the best of them all at commandment. Then was Jack Falstaff, now Sir John, a boy, and 28 page to Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk. Sil. This Sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon about soldiers? Shal. The same Sir John, the very same. I 32 see him break Skogan's head at the court gate, when a' was a crack not thus high: and the very 3 rood: cross 9 ousel: blackbird 14 inns o' court: colleges of law 21 roundly: thoroughly 24 swinge-bucklers : roisterer s 26 bona-robas: showy harlots 28,29 Cf.n. 33 Skogan; cf. n. 34 crack: lively youngster 60 The Second Part of same day did I fight with one Sampson Stock- fish, a fruiterer, behind Gray's Inn. Jesu ! Jesu ! 36 the mad days that I have spent; and to see how many of my old acquaintance are dead! Sil. We shall all follow, cousin. Shal. Certain, 'tis certain ; very sure, very 40 sure: death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair? Sil. By my troth, I was not there. 44 Shal. Death is certain. Is old Double of your town living yet? Sil. Dead, sir. Shal. Jesu! Jesu! dead! a' drew a good 48 bow; and dead! a' shot a fine shoot: John a Gaunt loved him well, and betted much money on his head. Dead ! a' would have clapped i' the clout at twelve score ; and carried you a fore- 52 hand shaft a fourteen and fourteen and a half, that it would have done a man's heart good to see. How a score of ewes now? Sil. Thereafter as they be: a score of good 56 ewes may be worth ten pounds. Shal. And is old Double dead? Sil. Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men, as I think. 60 Enter Bardolph, and his Boy. Shal. Good morrow, honest gentlemen. Bard. I beseech you, which is Justice Shallow ? Shal. I am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire of this county, and one of the king's 64 42 How: what price 51 clapped i' the clout: hit the white mark in the target 52 at twelve score: at twelve score yards 52, 53 forehand shaft: arrow made for shooting straight forward 53 a fourteen, etc.: fourteen score yards King Henry the Fourth, III. it 61 justices of the peace: what is your good pleasure with me? Bard. My captain, sir, commends him to you; my captain, Sir John Falstaff: a tall gentleman, 68 by heaven, and a most gallant leader. Shal. He greets me well, sir. I knew him a good backsword man. How doth the good knight ? may I ask how my lady his wife doth ? 72 Bard. Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accom- modated than with a wife. Shal. It is well said, in faith, sir; and it is well said indeed too. 'Better accommodated !' 76 it is good; yea indeed, is it: good phrases are surely and ever were, very commendable. Ac- commodated! it comes of accommodo: very good; a good phrase. 80 Bard. Pardon me, sir; I have heard the word. 'Phrase/ call you it? By this good day, I know not the phrase; but I will maintain the word with my sword to be a soldier-like word, 84 and a word of exceeding good command, by heaven. Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or, when a man is, being, whereby, a' may be thought to be 88 accommodated, which is an excellent thing. Enter Falstaff. Shal. It is very just. Look, here comes good Sir John. Give me your good hand, give me your worship's good hand. By my troth, you 92 look well and bear your years very well: wel- come, good Sir John. 68 tall: doughty 71 backsword man: fighter at single-sticks 73 accommodated; cf. n. 62 The Second Part of Fal. I am glad to see you well, good Master Robert Shallow. Master Surecard, as I think. 96 Shal. No, Sir John; it is my cousin, Silence, in commission with me. Fal. Good Master Silence, it well befits you should be of the peace. 100 Sil. Your good worship is welcome. Fal. Fie! this is hot weather, gentlemen. Have you provided me here half a dozen sufficient men? 104 Shal. Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit? Fal. Let me see them, I beseech you. Shal. Where's the roll? where's the roll? where's the roll ? Let me see, let me see, 108 So, so, so, so, so, so, so: yea, marry, sir: Ralph Mouldy ! let them appear as I call ; let them do so, let them do so. Let me see; where is Mouldy? Moul. Here, an 't please you. 112 Shal. What think you, Sir John? a good- limbed fellow; young, strong, and of good friends. Fal. Is thy name Mouldy? 116 Moul. Yea, an 't please you. Fal. 'Tis the more time thou wert used. Shal. Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i' faith! things that are mouldy lack use : very singular 120 good. In faith, well said, Sir John; very well said. Fal. Prick him. Moul. I was pricked well enough before, an 124 you could have let me alone: my old dame will be undone now for one to do her husbandry and 96 Surecard: the name signifies 'boon companion' 98 commission: office 104 sufficient: /i£ 123 Prick: mark down King Henry the Fourth, III. ii 63 her drudgery: you need not to have pricked me; there are other men fitter to go out than I. 128 Fal. Go to: peace, Mouldy! you shall go. Mouldy, it is time you were spent. Moul. Spent! Shal. Peace, fellow, peace ! stand aside : know 132 you where you are? For the other, Sir John: let me see. Simon Shadow! Fal. Yea, marry, let me have him to sit under: he's like to be a cold soldier. 136 Shal. Where's Shadow? Shad. Here, sir. Fal. Shadow, whose son art thou? Shad. My mother's son, sir. 140 Fal. Thy mother's son! like enough, and thy father's shadow: so the son of the female is the shadow of the male: it is often so, indeed; but not of the father's substance. 144 Shal Do you like him, Sir John? Fal. Shadow will serve for summer; prick him, for we have a number of shadows to fill up the muster-book. 14 8 Shal. Thomas Wart? Fal. Where's he? Wart. Here, sir. Fal. Is thy name Wart? 152 Wart. Yea, sir. Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart. Shal. Shall I prick him, Sir John? Fal. It were superfluous ; for his apparel is 156 built upon his back, and the whole frame stands upon pins: prick him no more. 147 shadows: names, for which we receive pay, though we have not the men 64 The Second Part of Shal. Ha, ha, ha! you can do it, sir; you can do it : I commend you well. Francis Feeble ! 160 Fee. Here, sir. Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble? Fee. A woman's tailor, sir. Shal. Shall I prick him, sir ? 164 Fal. You may; but if he had been a man's tailor he'd have pricked you. Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemy's battle as thou hast done in a woman's petticoat? 168 Fee. I will do my good will, sir: you can have no more. Fal. Well said, good woman's tailor! well said, courageous Feeble ! Thou wilt be as valiant 172 as the wrathful dove or most magnanimous mouse. Prick the woman's tailor; well, Master Shallow; deep, Master Shallow. Fee. I would Wart might have gone, sir. 176 Fal. I would thou wert a man's tailor, that thou mightst mend him, and make him fit to go. I cannot put him to a private soldier that is the leader of so many thousands : let that 180 suffice, most forcible Feeble. Fee. It shall suffice, sir. Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. Who is next? 184 Shal. Peter Bullcalf o' the green! Fal. Yea, marry, let's see Bullcalf. Bull. Here, sir. Fal. 'Fore God, a likely fellow ! Come, prick 188 me Bullcalf till he roar again. Bull. O Lord! good my lord captain, — Fal. What! dost thou roar before thou art pricked ? 192 167 battle: army 180 thousands: i. U~.~. T«..mohm DA-IGORR