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you, go in with me to dinner. 192

Falstaff. Come, I will go drink with you, but I
cannot tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, by my
troth. Master Shallow.

Shallow. O, Sir John, do you remember since
we lay all night in the windmill in Saint George's
field?

Falstaff. No more of that, good Master Shallow,
no more of that. 200

Shallow. Ha ! 't was a merry night. And is Jane
Nightwork alive?

Falstaff. She lives, Master Shallow.

Shallow. She never could away with me.

Falstaff. Never, never; she would always say she
could not abide Master Shallow.



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Shallow. By the mass, I could anger her to the
heart. Doth she hold her own well?

Falstaff. Old, old, Master Shallow.

Shallow. Nay, she must be old, she cannot choose 210
but be old ; certain she 's old, and had Robin Night-
work by old Nightwork before I came to Clement's
Inn.

Silence. That 's fifty-five year ago.

Shallow. Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen
that that this knight and I have seen ! — Ha, Sir John,
said I well?

Falstaff. We have heard the chimes at midnight,
Master Shallow.

Shallow. That we have, that we have, that we 220
have ; in faith, Sir John, we have ; our watchword was
'Hem, boys!' — Come, let 's to dinner; come, let 's
to dinner. — Jesu, the days that we have seen ! —
Come, come. \_Exeitnl Falstaff and the Justices.

Bullcalf. Good Master Corporate Bardolph, stand
my friend ; and here 's four Harry ten shillings in
French crowns for you. In very truth, sir, I had as
lief be hanged, sir, as go ; and yet, for mine own part,
sir, I do not care, but rather because I am unwilling,
and, for mine own part, have a desire to stay with my 230
friends ; else, sir, I did not care, for mine own part,
so much.

Bardolph. Go to ; stand aside.

Mouldy. And, good master corporal captain, for my
old dame's sake, stand my friend. She has nobody



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to do any thing about her when I am gone ; and she
is old, and cannot help herself. You shall have forty,
sir.

Bardolph. Go to ; stand aside.

Feeble. By my troth, I care not ; a man can die but 240
once; we owe God a death. I '11 ne'er bear a base
mind ; an 't be my destiny, so ; an 't be not, so. No
man is too good to serve 's prince ; and let it go
which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the
next.

Bardolph. Well said ; thou 'rt a good fellow.

Feeble. Faith, I '11 bear no base mind.

Re-enter Falstaff and the Justices

Falstaff. Come, sir, which men shall I have?

Shallow. Four of which you please.

Bardolph. Sir, a word with you. — I have three
pound to free Mouldy and Bullcalf. 251

Falstaff. Go to ; well,

Shallozv. Come, Sir John, which four will you
have?

Falstaff. Do you choose for me.

Shallow. Marry, then. Mouldy, Bullcalf, Feeble,
and Shadow.

Falstaff. Mouldy and Bullcalf. — For you, Mouldy,
stay at home till you are past service ; — and for your
part, Bullcalf, grow till you come unto it; I will none
of you. 261

Shallow. Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong;



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they are your likeliest men, and I would have you
served with the best.

Falstaff. Will you tell me, Master Shallow, how to
choose a man? Care I for the limb, the thews, the
stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man ! Give
me the spirit, Master Shallow. — Here's Wart ; you
see what a ragged appearance it is ; a' shall charge
you and discharge you with the motion of a pewterer's 270
hammer, come off and on swifter than he that gibbets
on the brewer's bucket. — And this same half-faced
fellow, Shadow ; give me this man. He presents no
mark to the enemy ; the foeman may with as great
aim level at the edge of a penknife. And for a re-
treat, — how swiftly will this Feeble the woman's
tailor run off ! O, give me the spare men, and spare
me the great ones. — Put me a caliver into Wart's
hand, Bardolph.

Bardolph. Hold, Wart, traverse ; thus, thus, thus. 280

Falstaff. Come, manage me your caliver. So :
very well ; go to ; very good, exceeding good. O,
give me always a little, lean, old, chopt, bald shot. —
Well said, i' faith, Wart, thou 'rt a good scab ; hold,
there 's a tester for thee.

Shallow. He is not his craft's master ; he doth not
do it right. I remember at Mile-end Green, when I
lay at Clement's Inn, — I was then Sir Dagonet in
Arthur's show, — there was a little quiver fellow, and a'
would manage you his piece thus ; and a' would about 290
and about, and come you in and come you in \ ' rah.



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tah, tah,' would a' say,- 'bounce' would a' say; and
away again would a' go, and again would a' come. — I
shall ne'er see such a fellow.

Falstaff. These fellows will do well, Master Shal-
low. — Farewell, Master Silence ; I will not use many
words with you. — Fare you well, gentlemen both; I
thank you. I must a dozen mile to-night. — Bar-
dolph, giv^e the soldiers coats.

Shallow. Sir John, the Lord bless you ! God pros- 300
per your affairs ! God send us peace ! At your return
visit our house, let our old acquaintance be renewed ;
peradventure I will with ye to the court.

Falstaff. Fore God, I would you would. Master
Shallow.

Shallow. Go to ; I have spoke at a word. God
keep you.

Falstaff. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen. \_Exeunt
Justices.~\ — On, Bardolph ; lead the men away. \_Exe-
unt Bardolph, Recruits, &c.] As I return, I will 310
fetch off these justices ; I do see the bottom of Justice
Shallow. Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to
this vice of lying ! This same starved justice hath
done nothing but prate to me of the wildness of his
youth, and the feats he hath done about Turnbull
Street ; and every third word a lie, duer paid to the
hearer than the Turk's tribute. I do remember him
at Clement's Lm like a man made after supper of a
cheese-paring ; when a' was naked, he was, for all the
world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically 320



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carved upon it with a knife. A' was so forlorn that
his dimensions to any thick sight were invincible ; a'
was the very genius of famine. A' came ever in the
rearward of the flishion, and sung those tunes that he
heard the carmen whistle, and sware they were his
fancies or his good-nights. And now is this Vice's
dagger become a squire, and talks as familiarly of
John o' Gaunt as if he had been sworn brother to him ;
and I '11 be sworn a' ne'er saw him but once in the
Tilt-yard, and then he burst his head for crowding 330
among the marshal's men. I saw it, and told John
o' Gaunt he beat his own name, for you might have
thrust him and all his apparel into an eel-skin, the
case of a treble hautboy was a mansion for him, a
court ; and now has he land and beefs. Well, I '11 be
acquainted with him if I return ; and it shall go hard
but I will make him a philosopher's two stones to me.
If the young dace be a bait for the old pike, I see no
reason in the law of nature but I may snap at him.
Let time shape, and there an end, [_Exii. 340







Gaultree Forest



ACT IV

Scene I. Yorkshire. Gaultree Foi-est

Enter the Archbishop of York, Mowbray, Hastings,

and others

Archbishop. What is this forest call'd?

Hastings. 'T is Gaultree Forest, an 't shall please your

grace.
Archbishop. Here stand, my lords ; and send discov-
erers forth
To know the numbers of our enemies.
Hastings. We have sent forth already.
Archbishop. 'T is well done. —

My friends and brethren in these great affairs,

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I must acquaint you that I have receiv'd

New-dated letters from Northumberland,

Their cold intent, tenor ami substance, thus :

Here doth he wish his person, with such powers lo

As might hold sortance with his quality.

The which he could not levy ; whereupon

He is retir'd, to ripe his growing fortunes,

To Scotland, and concludes in hearty prayers

That your attempts may overlive the hazard

And fearful meeting of their opposite.

Mowbray. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch
ground
And dash themselves to pieces.

Enter a Messenger

Hastings. Now, what news?

Messenger. West of this forest, scarcely off a mile,
In goodly form comes on the enemy ; 20

And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number
Upon or near the rate of thirty thousand.

Mowbray. The just proportion that we gave them out.
Let us sway on and face them in the field.

Archbishop. What well-appointed leader fronts us
here ?

Enter Westmoreland

Mowbray. I think it is my Lord of Westmoreland.
Westmoreland. Health and fair greeting from our
general,
The prince, Lord John and Duke of Lancaster.



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Archbishop. Say on, my Lord of Westmoreland, in peace :
What doth concern your coming ?

Westmoreland. Then, my lord, 30

Unto your grace do I in chief address
The substance of my speech. If that rebelhon
Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rags.
And countenanc'd by boys and beggary, — •
I say, if damn'd commotion so appear'd.
In his true, native, and most proper shape.
You, reverend father, and these noble lords
Had not been here, to dress the ugly form
Of base and bloody insurrection 4°

With your fair honours. — You, lord archbishop,
Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd.
Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd.
Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd,
Whose white investments figure innocence.
The dove and very blessed spirit of peace.
Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself
Out of the speech of peace that bears such grace
Into the harsh and boisterous tongue of war.
Turning your books to greaves, your ink to blood, 50

Your pens to lances, and your tongue divine
To a loud trumpet and a point of war?

Archbishop. Wherefore do I this? so the question
stands.
Briefly to this end : we are all diseas'd.
And with our surfeiting and wanton hours



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Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,

And we must bleed for it, of which disease

Our late king, Richard, being infected, died.

But, my most noble Lortl of \V'estmoreland,

I take not on me here as a physician, 60

Nor do I as an enemy to peace

Troop in the throngs of miHtary men.

But rather show awhile like fearful war,

To diet rank minds sick of happiness

And purge the obstructions which begin to stop

Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly :

I have in equal balance justly weigh'd

What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer.

And find our griefs heavier than our offences.

We see which way the stream of time doth run, 70

And are enforc'd from our most quiet sphere

By the rough torrent of occasion,

And have the summary of all our griefs.

When times shall serve, to show in articles

Which long ere this we offer'd to the king

And might by no suit gain our audience.

When we are wrong'd and would unfold our griefs,

We are denied access unto his person

Even by those men that most have done us wrong.

The dangers of the days but newly gone, 80

Whose memory is written on the earth

With yet appearing blood, and the examples

Of every minute's instance, present now.

Hath put us in these ill-beseeming arms.



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Not to break peace or any branch of it,
But to establish here a peace indeed,
Concurring both in name and quahty.

Westi7ioreland. When ever yet was your appeal denied ?
Wherein have you been galled by the king?
What peer hath been suborn'd to grate on you, 90

That you should seal this lawless bloody book
Of forg'd rebellion with a seal divine
And consecrate commotion's bitter edge?

Archbishop. My brother general, the commonwealth,
To brother born an household cruelty,
I make my quarrel in particular.

Westmoreland. There is no need of any such redress ;
Or if there were, it not belongs to you.

Mowbray. ^Vhy not to him in part, and to us all
That feel the bruises of the days before, 100

And suffer the condition of these times
To lay a heavy and unequal hand
Upon our honours?

IVestmorehmd. O, my good Lord Mowbray,
Construe the times to their necessities.
And you shall say indeed, it is the time,
And not the king, that doth you injuries.
Yet for your part, it not appears to me,
Either from the king or in the present time,
That you should have an inch of any ground
To build a grief on. Were you not restor'd no

To all the Duke of Norfolk's signories.
Your noble and right well remember'd father's?

2 HENKV IV — 7



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Mowbray. What thing, in honour, had my father lost,
That need to be reviv'd and breath'd in me ?
The king that lov'd him, as the state stood then,
Was force perforce compell'd to banish him ;
And then that Henry Bohngbroke and he,
Being mounted and both roused in their seats,
Their neighing coursers daring of the spur,
Their armed staves in charge, their beavers down, 120
Their eyes of fire sparkling through sights of steel,
And the loud trumpet blowing them together,
Then, then, when there was nothing could have stay'd
My father from the breast of Bolingbroke, —
O, when the king did throw his warder down.

His own life hung upon the staff he threw ;
Then threw he down himself and all their lives
That by indictment and by dint of sword

Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke.

Westmoreland. You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you
know not what. 130

The Earl of Hereford was reputed then

In England the most valiant gentleman.

Who knows on whom fortune would then have smil'd ?

But if your father had been victor there.

He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry ;

For all the country in a general voice

Cried hate upon him, and all their prayers and love

Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on

And bless'd and grac'd indeed, more than the king.

But this is mere digression from my purpose. 140



Scene I] Second Part of King Henry IV 99

Here come I from our princely general
To know your griefs ; to tell you from his grace
That he will give you audience ; and wherein
It shall appear that your demands are just,
You shall enjoy them, every thing set off
That might so much as think you enemies.

Mowbray. But he hath forc'd us to compel this offer,
And it proceeds from policy, not love.

Westmoreland. Mowbray, you overween to take it
so.
This offer comes from mercy, not from fear, 150

For, lo ! within a ken our army lies.
Upon mine honour, all too confident
To give admittance to a thought of fear.
Our battle is more full of names than yours.
Our men more perfect in the use of arms,
Our armour all as strong, our cause the best ;
Then reason will our hearts should be as good.
Say you not then our offer is compell'd.

Mowbray. Well, by my will we shall admit no parley.

Westmoreland. That argues but the shame of your
offence ; 160

A rotten case abides no handling.

Hastings. Hath the Prince John a full commission,
In very ample virtue of his father.
To' hear and absolutely to determine
Of what conditions we shall stand upon ?

Westmoreland. That is intended in the general's name ;
I muse you make so slight a question.



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Archbishop. Then take, my Lord of Westmoreland,
this schedule,
For this contains our general grievances.
Each several article herein redress'd, 170

All members of our cause, both here and hence,
That are insinevved to this action.
Acquitted by a true substantial form
And present execution of our wills
To us and to our purposes confin'd,
We come within our awful banks again.
And knit our powers to the arm of peace.

Westmoreland. This will I show the general. — Please
you, lords,
In sight of both our battles we may. meet,
And either end in peace — which God so frame ! — 180
Or to the place of difference call the swords
Which must decide it.

Archbishop. My lord, we will do so,

\^Exit Westmoreland.

Mowbray. There is a thing within my bosom tells me
That no conditions of our peace can stand.

Hastings. Fear you not that ; if we can make our peace
Upon such large terms and so absolute
As our conditions shall consist upon,
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.

Mowbray. Yea, but our valuation shall be such
That every slight and false-derived cause, 190

Yea, every idle, nice, and wanton reason
Shall to the king taste of this action ;



Scene I] Second Part of King Henry IV loi

That, were our royal foiths martyrs in love,
We shall be winnowed with so rough a wind
That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff
And good from bad find no partition.

Archbishop. No, no, my lord. Note this : the king is
weary
Of dainty and such picking grievances,
For he hath found to end one doubt by death
Revives two greater in the heirs of life, 200

And therefore will he wipe his tables clean,
And keep no tell-tale to his memory
That may repeat and history his loss
To new remembrance ; for full well he knows
He cannot so precisely weed this land
As his misdoubts present occasion.
His foes are so enrooted with his friends
That, plucking to unfix an enemy,
He doth unfasten so and shake a friend ;
So that this land, like an offensive wife 210

That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes,
As he is striking, holds his infant up
And hangs resolv'd correction in the arm
That was uprear'd to execution.

Hastings. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods
On late offenders, that he now doth lack
The very instruments of chastisement ;
So that his power, like to a fangless lion,
May offer, but not hold.

Archbishop. 'T is very true ;



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And therefore be assur'd, my good lord marshal, 220

If we do now make our atonement well,
Our peace will, like a broken limb united,
Grow stronger for the breaking.

Motvb7-ay. Be it so.

Here is return'd my Lord of Westmoreland.

Re-enter Westmoreland

Westmoreland. The prince is here at hand ; pleaseth

your lordship
To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies?

Mowbray. Your grace of York, in God's name, then,

set forward.
Archbishop. Before, and greet his grace ; my lord, we

come. \_Exeunt.

Scene II. Another Fart of the Forest

Enter, fro?n one side, Mowbray, the Archbishop, Hast-
ings, and others : from the other side, Prince John of
Lancaster and Westmoreland ; Officers, and others
with them

Lancaster. You are well encounter'd here, my cousin
Mowbray. —
Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop ; —
And so to you, Lord Hastings, — andto all. —
My Lord of York, it better show'd with you
When that your flock, assembled by the bell,
Encircled you to hear with reverence
Your exposition on the holy text,



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Than now to see you here an iron man,

Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,

Turning the word to sword and hfe to death. 10

That man that sits within a monarch's heart

And ripens in the sunshine of his favour,

Would he abuse the countenance of the king.

Alack, what mischiefs might he set abroach

In shadow of such greatness ! With you, lord bishop,

It is even so. Who hath not heard it spoken

How deep you were within the books of God ?

To us the speaker in his parliament ;

To us the imagin'd voice of God himself;

The very opener and intelligencer 20

Between the grace, the sanctities, of heaven

And our dull workings. O, who shall beheve

But you misuse the reverence of your place.

Employ the countenance and grace of heaven.

As a false favourite doth his prince's name,

In deeds dishonourable ? You have ta'en up,

Under the counterfeited zeal of God,

The subjects of his substitute, my father,

And both against the peace of heaven and him

Have here up-swarm'd them.

Archbishop. Good my Lord of Lancaster,

I am not here against your father's peace ; 31

But, as I told my Lord of Westmoreland,
The time misorder'd doth, in common sense.
Crowd us and crush us to this monstrous form,
To hold our safety up. I sent your grace



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The parcels and particulars of our grief,

The which hath been with scorn shov'd from the court,

Whereon this Hydra son of war is born,

Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep

With grant of our most just and right desires, 40

And true obedience, of this madness cur'd,

Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.

Mowbray. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes
To the last man.

Hastings. And though we here fall down,

We have supplies to second our attempt.
If they miscarry, theirs shall second them ;
And so success of mischief shall be born,
And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up
Whiles England shall have generation.

Lancaster. You are too shallow, Hastings, much too
shallow, 50

To sound the bottom of the after-times.

Westmoreland. Pleaseth your grace to answer them
direcdy
How far forth you do like their articles.

Lancaster. I like them all, and do allow them well,
And swear here, by the honour of my blood,
My father's purposes have been mistook,
And some about him have too lavishly
Wrested his meaning and authority. —
My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd ;
Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you, 60
Discharge your powers unto their several counties,



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As we will ours ; and here between the armies
Let 's drink together friendly and embrace,
That all their eyes may bear those tokens home
Of our restored love and amity.

Archbishop. I take your princely word for these
redresses.

Lancaster. I give it you, and will maintain my word ;
And thereupon I drink unto your grace.

Hastings. Go, captain, and deliver to the army
This news of peace ; let them have pay, and part. 70

I know it will well please them. Hie thee, captain.

\_Exit Officer.

Archbishop. To you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland.

Westmoreland. I pledge your grace; and, if you knew
what pains
I have bestow'd to breed this present peace.
You would drink freely ; but my love to ye
Shall show itself more openly hereafter.

Archbishop. I do not doubt you.

Westmoreland. I am glad of it. —

Health to my lord and gentle cousin, Mowbray.

Mowbray. You wish me health in very happy season.
For I am, on the sudden, something ill. So

Archbishop. Against ill chances men are ever merry.
But heaviness foreruns the good event.

Westmoreland. Therefore be merry, coz; since sud-
den sorrow
Serves to say thus, — some good thing comes to-morrow.

Archbishop. BeUeve me, I am passing light in spirit.



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Mowbray. So much the worse, if your own rule be

true. \Shoiits taifhin.

Lancaster. The word of peace is render'd ; hark, how

they shout !
Motvbray. This had been cheerful after victory.
Archbishop. A peace is of the nature of a conquest ;
For then both parties nobly are subdued 90

And neither party loser.

Lancaster. Go, my lord,

And let our army be discharged too. —

\_Exit Westmoreland.
And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains
March by us, that we may peruse the men
We should have cop'd withal.

Archbishop. Go, good Lord Hastings,

And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by.

\_Exit LLastings.
Lancaster. I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night to-
gether. —

Re-enter Westmoreland

Now cousin, wherefore stands our army still?

Westmoreland. The leaders, having charge from you
to stand.
Will not go off until they hear you speak. 100

Lancaster. They know their duties..

Re-enter Hastings

Hastings. My lord, our army is dispers'd already.
Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses



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East, west, north, south ; or, like a school broke up,
Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place.

WestJiwreland. Good things, my Lord Hastings, for
the which
I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason ; —
And you, lord archbishop, — - and you. Lord Mowbray, —
Of capital treason I attach you both.

Mowbray. Is this proceeding just and honourable? no

Westmoreland. Is your assembly so?

Archbishop. Will you thus break your faith?

Lancaster. I pawn'd thee none.

I promis'd you redress of these same grievances
Whereof you did complain, which, by mine honour,
I will perform with a most Christian care. —
But for you, rebels, look to taste the due
Meet for rebeUion and such acts as yours.
Most shallowly did you these arms commence.
Fondly brought here and foolishly sent hence. —
Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray ; 120

God, and not we, hath safely fought to-day. —


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