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VOL. iv. 1




THE transactions comprised in this play take up about nine years.
The action commences with the account of Hotspur s being defeated and
killed [1403], and closes with the death of king Henry IV. and the cor
onation of king Henry V. [1412-13]. " Upton thinks these two plays im
properly called The First and Second Parts of Henry the Fourth. The
first play ends (he says) with the peaceful settlement of Henry in the
kingdom by the defeats of the rebels. This is hardly true ; for the
rebels are not yet finally suppressed. The second, he tells us, shows Henry
the Fifth in the various lights of a good-natured rake, till, on his father s
death, he assumes a more manly character. This is true ; but this repre
sentation gives us no idea of a dramatic action. These two plays will
appear to every reader, who shall peruse them without ambition of critical
discoveries, to be so connected, that the second is merely a sequel to the
first; to be two only to be one." Johnson.

This play was entered at Stationers Hall, August 23, 1600. There
are two copies, in quarto, printed in that year; but it is doubtful whether
they are different editions, or the one only a corrected impression of the

Malone supposes it to have been composed in 1598.



HENRY, Prince of Wales, afterwards
King Henry V. ;

T 1 1 < ) .M A r> , I) n ke of Clarence;

PRINCE JOHN / Lancaster, after wards \his Sons.
( 2 JI(Miry V.) Duke, w/ Bedford ;

PRINCE HIMIMIREY of Gloster, after
wards ( 2 Henry V.) Data. o/ Gloster ;

Karl o/ Warwick ; i

Tvirl of Westinorelatid ; > of the King s Parti/.

CjmvKK ; 1 1 AucoriiT ;

Lord Chief Justice of the Kind s Bench.

A Gentleman atf ending on the Ch nf Justice.

Earl ^ Northumberland ;

SCKOOP, Art lihithop of York ; / Encmirs to the,



TUAVKRS and MORTON, Doiiu stir.f ^/"Northumberland.

FAI.STAFT, BARDOI.IMI, Pis i oi,, and Pa<re.

POINS and I HTO, Attendant* on Prince Henry.

SHALLOW ant] SILENCE, Cuuntn/ Justice.*.

DAVY, Serratit to Shallow.


FA\<; and SNARK, Sheriff s Officers.

RUMOR. A Porter.

A Dancer, Speaker of the Epilogue.


Lords, and other Attendants; Officers, Soldiers, Messen
ger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, fyc.

SCENE. Enaland.




Warkworth. Before Northumberland s Castle.

Enter RUMOR, painted full of tongues. 1

Rumor. OPEN your ears ; for which of you will stop
The vent of hearing, when loud Rumor speaks?
I, from the orient to the drooping west,
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
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.
I speak of peace, while covert enmity,
Under the smile of safety, wounds the world ;
And who but Rumor, who but only I,
Make fearful musters, and prepared defence ;
Whilst the big ear, swollen with some other grief,
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
And no such matter ? Rumor is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures ;
And of so easy and so plain a stop, 2
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still-discordant wavering multitude,

1 In a mask on St. Stephen s Night, 1014, by Thomas Campion,
Rumor comes on in a skin co;it/u// of winge.d tongues.

2 The stops are the holes in a flute or pipe.


Can play upon it. But what need I thus
My well-known body to anatomize
Among my household ? Why is rumor here ?
I run before king Harry s victory ;
Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,
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
To noise abroad, that Harry Monmouth fell
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur s sword ;
And that the king before the Douglas rage
Stooped his anointed head as low as death.
This have I rumored through the peasant towns
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
Arid this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, 1
Where Hotspur s lather, old Northumberland,
Lies crafty-sick. The posts come tiring on,
And not a man of them brings other news
Than they have learned of me. From Rumor s tongues
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true
wrongs. [Exit.


SCENE I. The same. The Porter before the Gate.


Bardolph. Who keeps the gate here, ho ? Where

is the earl?

Port. What shall I say you are ?
Bard. Tell thou the earl,

That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here.

Port. His lordship is walked forth into the orchard.

1 Northumberland s castle.


Please it jour honor, knock but at the gate,
And he himself will answer.


Bard. Here comes the earl.

North. What news, lord Bardolph ? Every minute


Should be the father of some stratagem ;
The times are wild ; contention, like a horse
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
And bears down all before him.

Bard. Noble earl,

I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.

North. Good, an Heaven will !

Bard. As good as heart can wish.

The khi is almost wounded to the death :


And, in the fortune of my lord your son,

Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts

Killed 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,

So fought, so followed, and so fairly won,

Came not, till now, to dignify the times,

Since Ceesar s fortunes !

North. How is this derived ?

Saw you the field ? Came you from Shrewsbury ?

Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from

thence ;

A gentleman well-bred, and of good name,
That freely rendered me these news for true.

North. Here comes my servant, T ravers, whom (

On Tuesday last to listen after news.

Bard. My lord, I overrode him on the way ;
And he is furnished with no certainties,
More than he haply may retail from me.



North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with
you ?

Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turned me back
With joyful tidings; and, being better horsed,
Outrode? me. After him, came, spurring hard,
A gentlemim almost forspent 1 with speed,
That stopped by me to breathe iiis bloodied horse.
Ue asked the way to Chester; and of him
1 did demand, what news from Shrewsbury.
He told me, that rebellion h:id 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
Against the panting sides of his poor jade
I j) to the rowel-head; and, starting so,
He seemed in running (o devour the way,
Sta>inii no longer question.

North. Ha ! Again.

Said he. young Harrv iVrcy s spur was cold?
Of Hotspur, coldspur ? that, rebellion
Had met ill luck!

Bnrd. My lord, I ll tell you what;

If mv vouni!, lord your son have not the day,
I -pou mine honor, lor a silken point ~
I ll give my barony ; never talk of it.

North. Why should the gentleman, that rode by

(live then such instances of loss ?

H:tnl. Who, he ?

lie v as some hilding 3 fellow, that had stolen
The horse he rode on ; and, upon my life,
Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news.


North. Yea, this man s brow, like to a title-leaf,
Foretells the nature of a tragic volume ;

1 Exhausted. - A silken point is a tagged tacc.

3 i. e. Hilderling, base, low fellow.


So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood

Hath left a witnessed usurpation. 1

Say, Morton, didst them come from Shrewsbury ?

/I/or. 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
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.
And would have told him, half his Troy was burned ;
But Priam found the lire, 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,
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,
Ending with brother, son, and \\\\ are dead.

Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, vet ;
But, for my lord your son,

North. Why. he is dead.

See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath !
He, that but fears the thing he would not know,
H ith, by instinct, knowledge from others eyes,
That what he feared is chanced. Yet speak, Morton;
Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies;
And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,
And make thee rich for doing me such wron<j.

Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid ;
Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.

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.
The tongue offends not, that reports his death ;


1 An attestation of its ravage.

VOL. IV. 2


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
Hath but a losing office ; and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remembered knolling a departing friend. 1

Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead.

Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe
That, which I would to Heaven I had not seen ;
But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state,
Rendering faint quittance, weaned and out-breathed,
To Harry Mon mouth ; whose swift wrath beat down
The never-daunted Percy to the earth.
From whence with life he never more sprung up.
In few, his death, (whose spirit lent a lire
Even to the dullest peasant in his camp.)
Being bruited once, took fire and heat away
From the best-tempered courage in his troops ;
For from his metal was his party steeled ;
Which once in him abated, all the rest
Turned on themselves, like dull and heavy lead.
And as the thiuu that s heavy in itself,
Upon enforcement, ilies with greatest speed,
So did our men, heavv in Hotspur s loss,
Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear.
That, arrows lied not swifter toward their aim,
Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
Fly from the field. Then was that noble Worcester
Too soon taYn prisoner ; and that furious Scot,
The bloody Douglas, whose well-laboring sword
Had three times slain the appearance of the king,
(Jan vail 2 his stomach, and did grace the shame
Of those that turned their backs; and, in his flight,
Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
Is, that the king hath won ; and hath sent out
A speedy power to encounter you, my lord,

1 The Idl anciently was rung before the dying person had expired, and
thence was called the passing bell.

2 To vail is to lower, to cast down.


Under the conduct of young Lancaster,
And Westmoreland : this is the news at full.

North. For this 1 shall have time enough to mourn.
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-weakened joints,
Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,
Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
Out of his keeper s arms ; even so my limbs,
Weakened with grief, being now enraged with grief, 1
Are thrice themselves : hence, therefore, thou nice 2

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,
Which princes, fleshed 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 enraged Northumberland !
Let heaven kiss earth ! Now let not nature s hand
Keep the wild flood confined ! let order die !
And let this world no longer be a stage,
To feed contention in a lingering act ;
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 !

Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my

lord. 3
Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your


Mor. The lives of all your loving complices
Lean on your health ; the which, if you give o er

1 Grief, in the latter part of this line, is used, in its present sense, for
sorrow ; in the former part for bodily pain.

2 Shakspeare, like his contemporaries, uses nice in the sense of effeminate,
delicate, tender.

3 This line in the quarto, is, by mistake, given to TJmfreville, who is
spoken of in this very scene as absent. It is given to Travers at Steevens s


To stormy passion, must perforce decay.

You cast the event of war, my noble lord, 1

And summed the account of chance, before you said,

Let us make head. It was your presurmise,

That in the dole of blows your son might drop.

You knew, he walked o er perils, on an edge,

More likely to fall in, than to get o er ;

You were advised, his flesh was capable

Of wounds, and scars ; and that his forward spirit

Would lift him where most trade of danger ranged;

Yet did you say, Go forth ; and none of this,

Though strongly apprehended, could restrain

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 ?

Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss,
Knew that we ventured on such dangerous seas,
That, if we wrought out life, twas ten to one ;
And yet we ventured, for the gain proposed
Choked the respect of likely peril leared ;
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,

The gentle archbishop of York is up, 2
With well-appointed powers ; he is a man,
Who with a double surety binds his followers.
My lord, your son had only but the corps,
But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight :
For that same word, rebellion, did divide
The action of their bodies from their souls;
And they did fight with queasiness, constrained,
As men drink potions ; that their weapons only
Seemed 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
Turns insurrection to religion ;

1 The fourteen following lines, and a number of others in this play
were not in the quarto edition.

2 This and the following twenty lines are not found in the quarto.


Supposed sincere and holy in his thoughts,
He s followed both with body and with mind ;
And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
Of fair king Richard, scraped 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 ;
And more 1 and less do flock to follow him.

North. I knew of this before ; but, to speak truth,
This present grief had wiped it from my mind.
Go in with me ; and counsel every man
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 II. 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 ? 2

Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good,
healthy water; but for the party that owed 3 it, he might
have more diseases than he knew for.

Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird 4 at me.
The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not
able to vent any thing that tends to laughter, more
than I invent, or is invented on me. I am not only

1 i. e. great and small, all ranks.

2 This quackery was once so much in fashion that Linacre, the founder
of the College of Physicians, formed a statute to restrain apothecaries
from carrying the water of their patients to a doctor, and afterwards giving
medicines in consequence of the opinions pronounced concerning it. This
statute was followed by another, which forbade the doctors themselves to
pronounce on any disorder from such an uncertain diagnostic. But this
did not extinguish the practice.

3 Owned.

4 " Gin/ (Mr. Gifford says) is a mere metathesis of gride, and means a
thrust, a blow : the metaphorical use of the word for a smart stroke of wit,
taunt, reproachful retort, &c., is justified by a similar application of kindred
terms in all languages.


witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men,
I do here walk before thee, like a sow, that hath over
whelmed all 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 whoreson man
drake, 1 thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to
wait at my heels. I was never manned with an agate 2
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 jewel ; the Juvenal, 3 the prince your mas
ter, 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 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, 4 for a barber shall never earn sixpence out
of it ; and yet he will 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, 1

can assure him. What said master Dumbleton about

the satin for my short cloak, and slops ?

Page. He said, sir, you should procure him better
assurance than Bardolph ; he would not take his bond
and yours ; he liked not the security.

Fal. Let him be damned like the glutton ! may his
tongue be hotter! 5 A whoreson Achitophel ! a rascally

1 A root supposed to have the shape of a man. Quacks and impostors
counterfeited, with the root briony, figures resembling parts of the human
body, which Avere sold to the credulous as endued with specific virtues.
See" sir Thomas Brown s Vulgar Errors, p. 7 ^, edit. 1G8G.

2 An agate is used metaphorically for a very diminutive person, in allu
sion to the small figures cut in agate for rings and broaches.

3 Juvenal occurs in A Midsummer Night s Dream, and in Love s
Labor s Lost. It is also used in many places by Chaucer for a young

4 Johnson says that, by & face-royal, Falstaff means a face exempt from
the touch of vulgar hands. Steevens imagines that there may be a quibble
intended on the coin called a real, or royal ; that a barber can no more
earn sixpence by his face, than by the face stamped on the coin, the one
requiring as little shaving as the other. Mason thinks that FalstafY s con
ceit is, "If nothing be taken out of a royal, it will remain a royal still, as
it was." The reader will decide for himself.

5 An allusion to the fate of the rich man, who had fared sumptuously
every day, when he requested a drop of water to cool his tongue.


jea-forsooth knave ! to bear a gentleman in hand, 1 and
then stand upon security! The whoreson smooth-
pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches
of keys at their girdles ; and if a man is thorough 2
with them in 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
he should have sent me two-and-twenty yards of satin,
as I am a true knight, and he sends me security. Well,
he may sleep in security ; for he hath the horn of
abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines through
it ; and yet cannot he see, though he have his own
lantern to light him. Where s Bardolph ?

Page. He s gone into Smithfield, to buy your wor
ship a horse.

Fed. 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.

Enter the Lord Chief Justice, 3 and an Attendant.

Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed
the prince for striking him about Bardolph.

Fal. Wait close, I will not see him.

Ch. Just. What s he that goes there ?

Alien. Falstaff, an t please your lordship.

Ch. Just. He that was in question for the robbery ?

Alien. 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.

Ch. Just. What, to York ? Call him back again.

Alien. Sir John Falstaff!

Fal. Boy, tell him I am deaf.

Page. You must speak louder ; my master is deaf.

Ch. Just. I am sure he is, to the hearing of any

1 To bear in hand is to keep in expectation by false promises.

2 i. e. in their debt, by taking up goods on credit.

3 This judge was sir Wm. Gascoigne, chief justice of the King s Bench.
He died Dec. 17, 1413.


thing good. Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must
speak with him.

Atten. Sir John,

Fal. What ! a young knave, and beg ! Is there not
wars ? is there not employment ? Doth not the king
lack subjects? do not the rebels need 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 of rebellion can tell how to
make it.

Atten. You mistake me, sir.

Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man ?
Setting my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had
lied in my throat if I had said so.

Atten. \ pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and
your soldiership aside ; and give me leave to 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 get st any leave of me,
hang me ; if thou takest leave, thou wert better be
hanged. You hunt counter; 1 hence! avaunt!

Atten. Sir, my lord would speak with you.

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 lordship abroad.
I heard say, your lordship was sick : I hope your lord
ship goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, though not
clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in
you, some relish of the saltness of time ; and I most
humbly beseech your lordship, to have a reverend care
of your health.

Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your expe
dition to Shrewsbury.

1 To hunt counter was to hunt the wrong way, to trace the scent back
wards ; to hunt it by the heel is the technical phrase. Falstaff means to
tell the man that ne is on a wrong scent. The folio and the modern
editions print hunt-counter with a hyphen, so as to make it appear like a
name ; but in the quartos the words are disjoined hunt counter.


FaL An t please your lordship, I hear, his majesty
is returned with some discomfort from Wales.

C/i. Just. 1 talk not of his majesty. You would not
come when I sent for you.

FaL And 1 hear, moreover, his highness is fallen
into this same whoreson apoplexy.

C/i. Just. Well, Heaven mend him ! I pray, let me
speak with you.

FaL This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of leth
argy, an t please your lordship ; a kind of sleeping in
the blood, a whoreson tingling.

Ch. Just. What tell you me of it ? be it as it is.

FaL It hath its original from much grief ; from study,

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