and stand fast.
FALSTAFF Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.
PRINCE HENRY Ned, where are our disguises?
To Poins
POINS Here, hard by. Stand close.
To Prince Henry
[Exeunt Prince Henry and Poins]
FALSTAFF Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I.
Every man to his business.
Enter Travellers
FIRST TRAVELLER Come, neighbour. The boy shall lead our horses
down the hill. We'll walk afoot awhile, and ease our legs.
THIEVES Stay!
TRAVELLERS Jesu bless us!
FALSTAFF Strike, down with them! Cut the villains' throats.
Ah, whoreson caterpillars, bacon-fed knaves! They hate us
youth, down with them, fleece them.
TRAVELLERS O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever!
FALSTAFF Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are you undone? No, ye
fat chuffs, I would your store were here! On, bacons, on!
What, ye knaves? Young men must live. You are grand-
jurors, are ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith.
Here they rob them and bind them [Exeunt]
Enter the Prince and Poins
PRINCE HENRY The thieves have bound the true men. Now could
thou and I rob the thieves and go merrily to London, it would
be argument for a week, laughter for a month and a good jest
for ever.
POINS Stand close. I hear them coming.
Enter Thieves again
FALSTAFF Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse
before day. An the prince and Poins be not two arrant
cowards, there's no equity stirring. There's no more valour
in that Poins than in a wild duck.
PRINCE HENRY Your money!
POINS Villains!
As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set upon them. They all run
away, leaving the booty behind them
PRINCE HENRY Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse.
The thieves are scattered and possessed with fear
So strongly that they dare not meet each other:
Each takes his fellow for an officer.
Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death,
And lards the lean earth as he walks along.
Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.
POINS How the rogue roared!
Exeunt
Act 2 Scene 3
running scene 6
Location: Hotspur's estate (historically, Warkworth Castle in Northumberland)
Enter Hotspur, solus, reading a letter
HOTSPUR 'But for mine own part, my lord, I could be well
contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your
house.' He could be contented: why is he not, then? In
respect of the love he bears our house. He shows in this, he
loves his own barn better than he loves our house. Let me see
some more. 'The purpose you undertake is dangerous' --
why, that's certain: 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to
drink. But I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger,
we pluck this flower, safety. 'The purpose you undertake is
dangerous, the friends you have named uncertain, the time
itself unsorted and your whole plot too light for the
counterpoise of so great an opposition.' Say you so, say you
so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind,
and you lie. What a lack-brain is this? I protest, our plot is as
good a plot as ever was laid; our friends true and constant: a
good plot, good friends, and full of expectation. An excellent
plot, very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this?
Why, my lord of York commends the plot and the general
course of the action. By this hand if I were now by this
rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not my
father, my uncle and myself, Lord Edmund Mortimer, my
lord of York and Owen Glendower? Is there not besides the
Douglas? Have I not all their letters to meet me in arms by the
ninth of the next month? And are they not some of them set
forward already? What a pagan rascal is this? An infidel! Ha,
you shall see now in very sincerity of fear and cold heart,
will he to the king and lay open all our proceedings. O, I
could divide myself and go to buffets, for moving such a dish
of skimmed milk with so honourable an action! Hang him.
Let him tell the king we are prepared. I will set forwards
tonight.
Enter his Lady
How now, Kate? I must leave you within these two hours.
LADY PERCY O, my good lord, why are you thus alone?
For what offence have I this fortnight been
A banished woman from my Harry's bed?
Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee
Thy stomach , pleasure and thy golden sleep?
Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,
And start so often when thou sit'st alone?
Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks,
And given my treasures and my rights of thee
To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy?
In my faint slumbers I by thee have watched,
And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars,
Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed,
Cry 'Courage! To the field!' And thou hast talked
Of sallies and retires, trenches, tents,
Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,
Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,
Of prisoners' ransom and of soldiers slain,
And all the current of a heady fight.
Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war
And thus hath so bestirred thee in thy sleep,
That beads of sweat hath stood upon thy brow
Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream;
And in thy face strange motions have appeared,
Such as we see when men restrain their breath
On some great sudden haste. O, what portents are these?
Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
And I must know it, else he loves me not.
HOTSPUR What, ho!
[Enter a Servant]
Is Gilliams with the packet gone?
SERVANT He is, my lord, an hour agone.
HOTSPUR Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff?
SERVANT One horse, my lord, he brought even now.
HOTSPUR What horse? A roan, a crop-ear, is it not?
SERVANT It is, my lord.
HOTSPUR That roan shall be my throne.
Well, I will back him straight. Esperance!
Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.
[Exit Servant]
LADY PERCY But hear you, my lord.
HOTSPUR What say'st thou, my lady?
LADY PERCY What is it carries you away?
HOTSPUR Why, my horse, my love, my horse.
LADY PERCY Out, you mad-headed ape!
A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen
As you are tossed with. In sooth,
I'll know your business, Harry, that I will.
I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir
About his title, and hath sent for you
To line his enterprise. But if you go--
HOTSPUR So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.
LADY PERCY Come, come, you paraquito, answer me
Directly unto this question that I shall ask:
Indeed, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,
If thou wilt not tell me true.
HOTSPUR Away,
Away, you trifler! Love? I love the
e not.
I care not for thee, Kate. This is no world
To play with mammets and to tilt with lips.
We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns,
And pass them current too.-- God's me, my horse!
What say'st thou, Kate? What wouldst thou have with me?
LADY PERCY Do ye not love me? Do ye not, indeed?
Well, do not then, for since you love me not,
I will not love myself. Do you not love me?
Nay, tell me if thou speak'st in jest or no.
HOTSPUR Come, wilt thou see me ride?
And when I am a-horseback, I will swear
I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate,
I must not have you henceforth question me
Whither I go, nor reason whereabout.
Whither I must, I must. And to conclude,
This evening must I leave thee, gentle Kate.
I know you wise, but yet no further wise
Than Harry Percy's wife. Constant you are,
But yet a woman: and for secrecy,
No lady closer, for I well believe
Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know,
And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.
LADY PERCY How? So far?
HOTSPUR Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate:
Whither I go, thither shall you go too.
Today will I set forth, tomorrow you.
Will this content you, Kate?
LADY PERCY It must of force.
Exeunt
Act 2 Scene 4
running scene 7
Location: a tavern in Eastcheap, London
Enter Prince and Poins
PRINCE HENRY Ned, prithee come out of that fat room, and lend
me thy hand to laugh a little.
POINS Where hast been, Hal?
PRINCE HENRY With three or four loggerheads amongst three or
fourscore hogsheads. I have sounded the very base-string of
humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother to a leash of drawers,
and can call them by their names, as Tom, Dick and Francis.
They take it already upon their confidence that though I be
but Prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy, telling me
flatly I am no proud Jack like Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad
of mettle, a good boy, and when I am king of England, I shall
command all the good lads in Eastcheap. They call drinking
deep, dyeing scarlet; and when you breathe in your
watering, then they cry 'Hem!' and bid you play it off. To
conclude, I am so good a proficient in one quarter of an hour
that I can drink with any tinker in his own language during
my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honour that
thou wert not with me in this action. But, sweet Ned -- to
sweeten which name of Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of
sugar, clapped even now into my hand by an under-skinker,
one that never spake other English in his life than 'Eight
shillings and sixpence' and 'You are welcome', with this
shrill addition, 'Anon, anon, sir!-- Score a pint of bastard in
the Half-Moon', or so. But, Ned, to drive away time till
Falstaff come, I prithee do thou stand in some by-room while
I question my puny drawer to what end he gave me the sugar
and do never leave calling 'Francis', that his tale to me may
be nothing but 'Anon'. Step aside, and I'll show thee a
precedent.
POINS Francis!
PRINCE HENRY Thou art perfect.
POINS Francis!
[Exit Poins]
Enter Drawer [Francis]
FRANCIS Anon, anon, sir.-- Look down into the Pomgarnet,
Ralph.
PRINCE HENRY Come hither, Francis.
FRANCIS My lord?
PRINCE HENRY How long hast thou to serve, Francis?
FRANCIS Forsooth, five years, and as much as to--
POINS Francis!
Within
FRANCIS Anon, anon, sir.
PRINCE HENRY Five years. By'r lady, a long lease for the clinking
of pewter. But Francis, darest thou be so valiant as to play
the coward with thy indenture and show it a fair pair of
heels and run from it?
FRANCIS O lord, sir, I'll be sworn upon all the books in
England, I could find in my heart--
POINS Francis!
Within
FRANCIS Anon, anon, sir.
PRINCE HENRY How old art thou, Francis?
FRANCIS Let me see -- about Michaelmas next I shall be--
POINS Francis!
Within
FRANCIS Anon, sir.-- Pray you stay a little, my lord.
PRINCE HENRY Nay, but hark you, Francis, for the sugar thou
gavest me, 'twas a pennyworth, was't not?
FRANCIS O lord, sir, I would it had been two!
PRINCE HENRY I will give thee for it a thousand pound. Ask me
when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it.
POINS Francis!
Within
FRANCIS Anon, anon.
PRINCE HENRY Anon, Francis? No, Francis. But tomorrow,
Francis, or, Francis, on Thursday, or indeed, Francis, when
thou wilt. But, Francis!
FRANCIS My lord?
PRINCE HENRY Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crystal-
button, not-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter,
smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch--
FRANCIS O lord, sir, who do you mean?
PRINCE HENRY Why, then, your brown bastard is your only
drink, for look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet will
sully. In Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much.
FRANCIS What, sir?
POINS Francis!
Within
PRINCE HENRY Away, you rogue! Dost thou hear them call?
Here they both call him. The Drawer stands amazed, not
knowing which way to go
Enter Vintner
VINTNER What, stand'st thou still, and hear'st such a calling?
[Exit Francis]
My lord, old Sir John, with half-a-dozen more, are at the
door: shall I let them in?
PRINCE HENRY Let them alone awhile, and then open the door.
Poins!
[Exit Vintner]
Enter Poins
POINS Anon, anon, sir.
PRINCE HENRY Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at
the door. Shall we be merry?
POINS As merry as crickets , my lad. But hark ye: what
cunning match have you made with this jest of the drawer?
Come, what's the issue?
PRINCE HENRY I am now of all humours that have showed
themselves humours since the old days of goodman Adam to
the pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.
[Enter Francis]
What's o'clock, Francis?
FRANCIS Anon, anon, sir.
[Exit]
PRINCE HENRY That ever this fellow should have fewer words than
a parrot, and yet the son of a woman! His industry is upstairs
and downstairs, his eloquence the parcel of a reckoning. I am
not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north, he that kills
me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his
hands, and says to his wife 'Fie upon this quiet life! I want
work'. 'O my sweet Harry', says she, 'how many hast thou
killed today?' 'Give my roan horse a drench', says he, and
answers 'Some fourteen', an hour after, 'a trifle, a trifle'. I
prithee call in Falstaff. I'll play Percy, and that damned brawn
shall play Dame Mortimer his wife. 'Rivo!' says the drunkard.
Call in ribs, call in tallow.
Poins calls
Enter Falstaff, [Gadshill, Bardolph and Peto. Francis follows with
wine]
POINS Welcome, Jack. Where hast thou been?
FALSTAFF A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too,
marry and amen!-- Give me a cup of sack, boy.-- Ere I lead
this life long, I'll sew nether stocks and mend them and foot
them too. A plague of all cowards!-- Give me
To Francis
a cup of sack, rogue. Is there no virtue extant?
Drinks
PRINCE HENRY Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter --
pitiful-hearted Titan -- that melted at the sweet tale of the
sun? If thou didst, then behold that compound.
FALSTAFF You rogue, here's lime in this sack too.--
To Francis
There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous
man; yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime
in't. A villainous coward! Go
[Francis may exit]
thy ways, old Jack, die when thou wilt, if manhood, good
manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am
I a shotten herring. There lives not three good men
unhanged in England, and one of them is fat and grows old.
God help the while! A bad world, I say. I would I were a
weaver. I could sing all manner of songs. A plague of all
cowards, I say still.
PRINCE HENRY How now, wool-sack, what mutter you?
FALSTAFF A king's son? If I do not beat thee out of thy
kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy subjects
afore thee like a flock of wild geese, I'll never wear hair on my
face more. You Prince of Wales?
PRINCE HENRY Why, you whoreson round man, what's
the matter?
FALSTAFF Are you not a coward? Answer me to that. And
Poins there?
POINS Ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, I'll stab thee.
FALSTAFF I call thee coward? I'll see
thee damned ere I call thee coward, but I would give a thousand pound I could run
as fast as thou canst. You are straight enough in the
shoulders, you care not who sees your back. Call you that
backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing! Give
me them that will face me. Give me a cup of sack. I am a
rogue, if I drunk today.
PRINCE HENRY O, villain, thy lips are scarce wiped since thou
drunk'st last.
FALSTAFF All's one for that.
He drinks
A plague of all cowards, still say I.
PRINCE HENRY What's the matter?
FALSTAFF What's the matter? Here be four of us have ta'en a