LORD BARDOLPH, SIR JOHN COLEVILE, TRAVERS and MORTON, Retainers of Northum- Lords and Attendants; Officers, Soldiers, Mesberland. INDUCTION. senger, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c. SCENE.-England. Warkworth. Before NORTHUMBERLAND's Castle. Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tongues Rum. Open your ears; for which of you will stop 4 The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks? 8 Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I 12 32 Here comes the earl. [Exit Porter. North. What news, Lord Bardolph? every minute now Should be the father of some stratagem. L. Bard. North. Good, an God will! 8 12 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. Is prisoner to your son: O! such a day, 20 North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come with you? Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him I did demand what news from Shrewsbury. 40 North. Ha! Again: Said he young Harry Percy's spur was cold? Of Hotspur, Coldspur? that rebellion Had met ill luck? 48 If my young lord your son have not the day, 52 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? Foretells the nature of a tragic volume: Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? How doth my son and brother? But Priam found the fire ere he his tongue, Your brother thus; so fought the noble Douglas;' North. 88 Tell thou thy earl his divination lies, I see a strange confession in thine eye: Which once in him abated, all the rest That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim 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 Are thrice themselves. Hence, therefore, thou nice crutch! A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel 100 Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif! 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 outbreath'd, 108 To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat down The never-daunted Percy to the earth, 116 165 Mor. The lives of all your loving complices 'Let us make head.' It was your presurmise 168 Yet did you say, 'Go forth;' and none of this, 184 L. Bard. We all that are engaged to this loss 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, he might have more diseases than he knew for. 5 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 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 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 mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn in my 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, I hear for certain, and do speak the truth, 188 and send you back again to your master, for a The gentle Archbishop of York is up, jewel; the juvenal, the prince your master, whose With well-appointed powers: he is a man chin is not yet fledged. I will sooner have a Who with a double surety binds his followers. beard grow in the palm of my hand than he shall My lord your son had only but the corpse', 192 get one on his cheek; and yet he will not stick But shadows and the shows of men to fight; to say, his face is a face-royal: God may finish it For that same word, rebellion, did divide when he will, it is not a hair amiss yet: he may The action of their bodies from their souls; keep it still as a face-royal, for a barber shall And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd, never earn sixpence out of it; and yet he will As men drink potions, that their weapons only be crowing as if he had writ man ever since his Seem'd on our side: but, for their spirits and father was a bachelor. He may keep his own souls, grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can assure him. What said Master Dombledon about the satin for my short cloak and my slops? 33 This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, 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. 37 Fal. Let him be damned like the glutton! may his tongue be hotter! A whoreson Achitophel! a rascally yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in hand, 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 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 a' should have sent me two and twenty 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 lordship 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 of the saltness of time; and I most humbly beseech your lordship to have a reverend care of your health. 115 Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury. Fal. An't please your lordship, I hear his majesty is returned with some discomfort from Wales. 120 |