Array ( [TITLE] => The First Part of Henry the Fourth [PERSONA] => Array ( [TITLE] => Introduction Actors [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => KING HENRY, the Fourth. [1] => WESTMORELAND [2] => SIR WALTER BLUNT [3] => THOMAS PERCY, Earl of Worcester. [4] => HENRY PERCY, Earl of Northumberland. [5] => HENRY PERCY, surnamed HOTSPUR, his son. [6] => EDMUND MORTIMER, Earl of March. [7] => RICHARD SCROOP, Archbishop of York. [8] => ARCHIBALD, Earl of Douglas. [9] => OWEN GLENDOWER [10] => SIR RICHARD VERNON [11] => SIR JOHN FALSTAFF [12] => SIR MICHAEL, a friend to the Archbishop of York. [13] => POINS [14] => GADSHILL [15] => PETO [16] => BARDOLPH [17] => FRANCIS, a waiter. [18] => LADY PERCY, wife to Hotspur, and sister to Mortimer. [19] => LADY MORTIMER, daughter to Glendower, and wife to Mortimer. [20] => MISTRESS QUICKLY, hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap. [21] => Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, Drawers, two Carriers, Travellers, Attendants, and an Ostler. ) [ACTORS] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => HENRY, Prince of Wales [1] => JOHN of Lancaster ) [GRPDESCR] => sons of the King ) ) [SCNDESCR] => SCENE England. [PLAYSUBT] => 1 KING HENRY IV [ACT] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT I [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. London. The palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter KING HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, the EARL of WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and others [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So shaken as we are, so wan with care, [1] => Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, [2] => And breathe short-winded accents of new broils [3] => To be commenced in strands afar remote. [4] => No more the thirsty entrance of this soil [5] => Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; [6] => Nor more shall trenching war channel her fields, [7] => Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs [8] => Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes, [9] => Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven, [10] => All of one nature, of one substance bred, [11] => Did lately meet in the intestine shock [12] => And furious close of civil butchery [13] => Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks, [14] => March all one way and be no more opposed [15] => Against acquaintance, kindred and allies: [16] => The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife, [17] => No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends, [18] => As far as to the sepulchre of Christ, [19] => Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross [20] => We are impressed and engaged to fight, [21] => Forthwith a power of English shall we levy; [22] => Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb [23] => To chase these pagans in those holy fields [24] => Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet [25] => Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd [26] => For our advantage on the bitter cross. [27] => But this our purpose now is twelve month old, [28] => And bootless 'tis to tell you we will go: [29] => Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear [30] => Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland, [31] => What yesternight our council did decree [32] => In forwarding this dear expedience. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My liege, this haste was hot in question, [1] => And many limits of the charge set down [2] => But yesternight: when all athwart there came [3] => A post from Wales loaden with heavy news; [4] => Whose worst was, that the noble Mortimer, [5] => Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight [6] => Against the irregular and wild Glendower, [7] => Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken, [8] => A thousand of his people butchered; [9] => Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse, [10] => Such beastly shameless transformation, [11] => By those Welshwomen done as may not be [12] => Without much shame retold or spoken of. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It seems then that the tidings of this broil [1] => Brake off our business for the Holy Land. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This match'd with other did, my gracious lord; [1] => For more uneven and unwelcome news [2] => Came from the north and thus it did import: [3] => On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there, [4] => Young Harry Percy and brave Archibald, [5] => That ever-valiant and approved Scot, [6] => At Holmedon met, [7] => Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour, [8] => As by discharge of their artillery, [9] => And shape of likelihood, the news was told; [10] => For he that brought them, in the very heat [11] => And pride of their contention did take horse, [12] => Uncertain of the issue any way. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here is a dear, a true industrious friend, [1] => Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse. [2] => Stain'd with the variation of each soil [3] => Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours; [4] => And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news. [5] => The Earl of Douglas is discomfited: [6] => Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights, [7] => Balk'd in their own blood did Sir Walter see [8] => On Holmedon's plains. Of prisoners, Hotspur took [9] => Mordake the Earl of Fife, and eldest son [10] => To beaten Douglas; and the Earl of Athol, [11] => Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith: [12] => And is not this an honourable spoil? [13] => A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In faith, [1] => It is a conquest for a prince to boast of. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, there thou makest me sad and makest me sin [1] => In envy that my Lord Northumberland [2] => Should be the father to so blest a son, [3] => A son who is the theme of honour's tongue; [4] => Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant; [5] => Who is sweet Fortune's minion and her pride: [6] => Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, [7] => See riot and dishonour stain the brow [8] => Of my young Harry. O that it could be proved [9] => That some night-tripping fairy had exchanged [10] => In cradle-clothes our children where they lay, [11] => And call'd mine Percy, his Plantagenet! [12] => Then would I have his Harry, and he mine. [13] => But let him from my thoughts. What think you, coz, [14] => Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners, [15] => Which he in this adventure hath surprised, [16] => To his own use he keeps; and sends me word, [17] => I shall have none but Mordake Earl of Fife. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is his uncle's teaching; this is Worcester, [1] => Malevolent to you in all aspects; [2] => Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up [3] => The crest of youth against your dignity. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But I have sent for him to answer this; [1] => And for this cause awhile we must neglect [2] => Our holy purpose to Jerusalem. [3] => Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we [4] => Will hold at Windsor; so inform the lords: [5] => But come yourself with speed to us again; [6] => For more is to be said and to be done [7] => Than out of anger can be uttered. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => I will, my liege. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. London. An apartment of the Prince's. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter the PRINCE OF WALES and FALSTAFF [1] => Exit Falstaff [2] => Exit Poins [3] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack [1] => and unbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping upon [2] => benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to [3] => demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know. [4] => What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the [5] => day? Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes [6] => capons and clocks the tongues of bawds and dials the [7] => signs of leaping-houses and the blessed sun himself [8] => a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta, I see no [9] => reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand [10] => the time of the day. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that take [1] => purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not [2] => by Phoebus, he,'that wandering knight so fair.' And, [3] => I prithee, sweet wag, when thou art king, as, God [4] => save thy grace,--majesty I should say, for grace [5] => thou wilt have none,-- ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => What, none? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, by my troth, not so much as will serve to [1] => prologue to an egg and butter. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not [1] => us that are squires of the night's body be called [2] => thieves of the day's beauty: let us be Diana's [3] => foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the [4] => moon; and let men say we be men of good government, [5] => being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and [6] => chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou sayest well, and it holds well too; for the [1] => fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and [2] => flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, [3] => by the moon. As, for proof, now: a purse of gold [4] => most resolutely snatched on Monday night and most [5] => dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with [6] => swearing 'Lay by' and spent with crying 'Bring in;' [7] => now in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder [8] => and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. And is not my [1] => hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle. And [1] => is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How now, how now, mad wag! what, in thy quips and [1] => thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a [2] => buff jerkin? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many a [1] => time and oft. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch; [1] => and where it would not, I have used my credit. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, and so used it that were it not here apparent [1] => that thou art heir apparent--But, I prithee, sweet [2] => wag, shall there be gallows standing in England when [3] => thou art king? and resolution thus fobbed as it is [4] => with the rusty curb of old father antic the law? Do [5] => not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => No; thou shalt. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave judge. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou judgest false already: I mean, thou shalt have [1] => the hanging of the thieves and so become a rare hangman. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with my [1] => humour as well as waiting in the court, I can tell [2] => you. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => For obtaining of suits? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the hangman [1] => hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as melancholy [2] => as a gib cat or a lugged bear. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Or an old lion, or a lover's lute. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy of [1] => Moor-ditch? ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art indeed [1] => the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young [2] => prince. But, Hal, I prithee, trouble me no more [3] => with vanity. I would to God thou and I knew where a [4] => commodity of good names were to be bought. An old [5] => lord of the council rated me the other day in the [6] => street about you, sir, but I marked him not; and yet [7] => he talked very wisely, but I regarded him not; and [8] => yet he talked wisely, and in the street too. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the [1] => streets, and no man regards it. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed able [1] => to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon [2] => me, Hal; God forgive thee for it! Before I knew [3] => thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man [4] => should speak truly, little better than one of the [5] => wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give [6] => it over: by the Lord, and I do not, I am a villain: [7] => I'll be damned for never a king's son in [8] => Christendom. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Where shall we take a purse tomorrow, Jack? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an I [1] => do not, call me villain and baffle me. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying [1] => to purse-taking. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a [1] => man to labour in his vocation. [2] => Poins! Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a [3] => match. O, if men were to be saved by merit, what [4] => hole in hell were hot enough for him? This is the [5] => most omnipotent villain that ever cried 'Stand' to [6] => a true man. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter POINS ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Good morrow, Ned. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse? [1] => what says Sir John Sack and Sugar? Jack! how [2] => agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that thou [3] => soldest him on Good-Friday last for a cup of Madeira [4] => and a cold capon's leg? ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall have [1] => his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of [2] => proverbs: he will give the devil his due. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Else he had been damned for cozening the devil. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by four [1] => o'clock, early at Gadshill! there are pilgrims going [2] => to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders [3] => riding to London with fat purses: I have vizards [4] => for you all; you have horses for yourselves: [5] => Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester: I have bespoke [6] => supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap: we may do it [7] => as secure as sleep. If you will go, I will stuff [8] => your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry [9] => at home and be hanged. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go not, [1] => I'll hang you for going. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => You will, chops? ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Hal, wilt thou make one? ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good [1] => fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood [2] => royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Well then, once in my days I'll be a madcap. ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Why, that's well said. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou art king. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => I care not. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir John, I prithee, leave the prince and me alone: [1] => I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure [2] => that he shall go. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, God give thee the spirit of persuasion and him [1] => the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest may [2] => move and what he hears may be believed, that the [3] => true prince may, for recreation sake, prove a false [4] => thief; for the poor abuses of the time want [5] => countenance. Farewell: you shall find me in Eastcheap. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Farewell, thou latter spring! farewell, All-hallown summer! ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us [1] => to-morrow: I have a jest to execute that I cannot [2] => manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto and Gadshill [3] => shall rob those men that we have already waylaid: [4] => yourself and I will not be there; and when they [5] => have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut [6] => this head off from my shoulders. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => How shall we part with them in setting forth? ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, we will set forth before or after them, and [1] => appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at [2] => our pleasure to fail, and then will they adventure [3] => upon the exploit themselves; which they shall have [4] => no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon them. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, but 'tis like that they will know us by our [1] => horses, by our habits and by every other [2] => appointment, to be ourselves. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tut! our horses they shall not see: I'll tie them [1] => in the wood; our vizards we will change after we [2] => leave them: and, sirrah, I have cases of buckram [3] => for the nonce, to immask our noted outward garments. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Yea, but I doubt they will be too hard for us. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, for two of them, I know them to be as [1] => true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for the [2] => third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll [3] => forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the [4] => incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will [5] => tell us when we meet at supper: how thirty, at [6] => least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what [7] => extremities he endured; and in the reproof of this [8] => lies the jest. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all things [1] => necessary and meet me to-morrow night in Eastcheap; [2] => there I'll sup. Farewell. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Farewell, my lord. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know you all, and will awhile uphold [1] => The unyoked humour of your idleness: [2] => Yet herein will I imitate the sun, [3] => Who doth permit the base contagious clouds [4] => To smother up his beauty from the world, [5] => That, when he please again to be himself, [6] => Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, [7] => By breaking through the foul and ugly mists [8] => Of vapours that did seem to strangle him. [9] => If all the year were playing holidays, [10] => To sport would be as tedious as to work; [11] => But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come, [12] => And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. [13] => So, when this loose behavior I throw off [14] => And pay the debt I never promised, [15] => By how much better than my word I am, [16] => By so much shall I falsify men's hopes; [17] => And like bright metal on a sullen ground, [18] => My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, [19] => Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes [20] => Than that which hath no foil to set it off. [21] => I'll so offend, to make offence a skill; [22] => Redeeming time when men think least I will. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. London. The palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter the KING, NORTHUMBERLAND, WORCESTER, HOTSPUR, SIR WALTER BLUNT, with others [1] => To North [2] => Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and train [3] => Re-enter WORCESTER [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My blood hath been too cold and temperate, [1] => Unapt to stir at these indignities, [2] => And you have found me; for accordingly [3] => You tread upon my patience: but be sure [4] => I will from henceforth rather be myself, [5] => Mighty and to be fear'd, than my condition; [6] => Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down, [7] => And therefore lost that title of respect [8] => Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves [1] => The scourge of greatness to be used on it; [2] => And that same greatness too which our own hands [3] => Have holp to make so portly. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => My lord.-- ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see [1] => Danger and disobedience in thine eye: [2] => O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory, [3] => And majesty might never yet endure [4] => The moody frontier of a servant brow. [5] => You have good leave to leave us: when we need [6] => Your use and counsel, we shall send for you. [7] => You were about to speak. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Worcester ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, my good lord. [1] => Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded, [2] => Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took, [3] => Were, as he says, not with such strength denied [4] => As is deliver'd to your majesty: [5] => Either envy, therefore, or misprison [6] => Is guilty of this fault and not my son. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My liege, I did deny no prisoners. [1] => But I remember, when the fight was done, [2] => When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, [3] => Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, [4] => Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, [5] => Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd [6] => Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home; [7] => He was perfumed like a milliner; [8] => And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held [9] => A pouncet-box, which ever and anon [10] => He gave his nose and took't away again; [11] => Who therewith angry, when it next came there, [12] => Took it in snuff; and still he smiled and talk'd, [13] => And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, [14] => He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, [15] => To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse [16] => Betwixt the wind and his nobility. [17] => With many holiday and lady terms [18] => He question'd me; amongst the rest, demanded [19] => My prisoners in your majesty's behalf. [20] => I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold, [21] => To be so pester'd with a popinjay, [22] => Out of my grief and my impatience, [23] => Answer'd neglectingly I know not what, [24] => He should or he should not; for he made me mad [25] => To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet [26] => And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman [27] => Of guns and drums and wounds,--God save the mark!-- [28] => And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth [29] => Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; [30] => And that it was great pity, so it was, [31] => This villanous salt-petre should be digg'd [32] => Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, [33] => Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd [34] => So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, [35] => He would himself have been a soldier. [36] => This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord, [37] => I answer'd indirectly, as I said; [38] => And I beseech you, let not his report [39] => Come current for an accusation [40] => Betwixt my love and your high majesty. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR WALTER BLUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The circumstance consider'd, good my lord, [1] => Whate'er Lord Harry Percy then had said [2] => To such a person and in such a place, [3] => At such a time, with all the rest retold, [4] => May reasonably die and never rise [5] => To do him wrong or any way impeach [6] => What then he said, so he unsay it now. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners, [1] => But with proviso and exception, [2] => That we at our own charge shall ransom straight [3] => His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer; [4] => Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd [5] => The lives of those that he did lead to fight [6] => Against that great magician, damn'd Glendower, [7] => Whose daughter, as we hear, the Earl of March [8] => Hath lately married. Shall our coffers, then, [9] => Be emptied to redeem a traitor home? [10] => Shall we but treason? and indent with fears, [11] => When they have lost and forfeited themselves? [12] => No, on the barren mountains let him starve; [13] => For I shall never hold that man my friend [14] => Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost [15] => To ransom home revolted Mortimer. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Revolted Mortimer! [1] => He never did fall off, my sovereign liege, [2] => But by the chance of war; to prove that true [3] => Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds, [4] => Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took [5] => When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank, [6] => In single opposition, hand to hand, [7] => He did confound the best part of an hour [8] => In changing hardiment with great Glendower: [9] => Three times they breathed and three times did [10] => they drink, [11] => Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; [12] => Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks, [13] => Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds, [14] => And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank, [15] => Bloodstained with these valiant combatants. [16] => Never did base and rotten policy [17] => Colour her working with such deadly wounds; [18] => Nor could the noble Mortimer [19] => Receive so many, and all willingly: [20] => Then let not him be slander'd with revolt. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him; [1] => He never did encounter with Glendower: [2] => I tell thee, [3] => He durst as well have met the devil alone [4] => As Owen Glendower for an enemy. [5] => Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth [6] => Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer: [7] => Send me your prisoners with the speediest means, [8] => Or you shall hear in such a kind from me [9] => As will displease you. My Lord Northumberland, [10] => We licence your departure with your son. [11] => Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An if the devil come and roar for them, [1] => I will not send them: I will after straight [2] => And tell him so; for I will ease my heart, [3] => Albeit I make a hazard of my head. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile: [1] => Here comes your uncle. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Speak of Mortimer! [1] => 'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul [2] => Want mercy, if I do not join with him: [3] => Yea, on his part I'll empty all these veins, [4] => And shed my dear blood drop by drop in the dust, [5] => But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer [6] => As high in the air as this unthankful king, [7] => As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Who struck this heat up after I was gone? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners; [1] => And when I urged the ransom once again [2] => Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale, [3] => And on my face he turn'd an eye of death, [4] => Trembling even at the name of Mortimer. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I cannot blame him: was not he proclaim'd [1] => By Richard that dead is the next of blood? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He was; I heard the proclamation: [1] => And then it was when the unhappy king, [2] => --Whose wrongs in us God pardon!--did set forth [3] => Upon his Irish expedition; [4] => From whence he intercepted did return [5] => To be deposed and shortly murdered. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And for whose death we in the world's wide mouth [1] => Live scandalized and foully spoken of. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But soft, I pray you; did King Richard then [1] => Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer [2] => Heir to the crown? ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => He did; myself did hear it. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king, [1] => That wished him on the barren mountains starve. [2] => But shall it be that you, that set the crown [3] => Upon the head of this forgetful man [4] => And for his sake wear the detested blot [5] => Of murderous subornation, shall it be, [6] => That you a world of curses undergo, [7] => Being the agents, or base second means, [8] => The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather? [9] => O, pardon me that I descend so low, [10] => To show the line and the predicament [11] => Wherein you range under this subtle king; [12] => Shall it for shame be spoken in these days, [13] => Or fill up chronicles in time to come, [14] => That men of your nobility and power [15] => Did gage them both in an unjust behalf, [16] => As both of you--God pardon it!--have done, [17] => To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose, [18] => An plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke? [19] => And shall it in more shame be further spoken, [20] => That you are fool'd, discarded and shook off [21] => By him for whom these shames ye underwent? [22] => No; yet time serves wherein you may redeem [23] => Your banish'd honours and restore yourselves [24] => Into the good thoughts of the world again, [25] => Revenge the jeering and disdain'd contempt [26] => Of this proud king, who studies day and night [27] => To answer all the debt he owes to you [28] => Even with the bloody payment of your deaths: [29] => Therefore, I say-- ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, cousin, say no more: [1] => And now I will unclasp a secret book, [2] => And to your quick-conceiving discontents [3] => I'll read you matter deep and dangerous, [4] => As full of peril and adventurous spirit [5] => As to o'er-walk a current roaring loud [6] => On the unsteadfast footing of a spear. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If he fall in, good night! or sink or swim: [1] => Send danger from the east unto the west, [2] => So honour cross it from the north to south, [3] => And let them grapple: O, the blood more stirs [4] => To rouse a lion than to start a hare! ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Imagination of some great exploit [1] => Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, [1] => To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, [2] => Or dive into the bottom of the deep, [3] => Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, [4] => And pluck up drowned honour by the locks; [5] => So he that doth redeem her thence might wear [6] => Without corrival, all her dignities: [7] => But out upon this half-faced fellowship! ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He apprehends a world of figures here, [1] => But not the form of what he should attend. [2] => Good cousin, give me audience for a while. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => I cry you mercy. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Those same noble Scots [1] => That are your prisoners,-- ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll keep them all; [1] => By God, he shall not have a Scot of them; [2] => No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not: [3] => I'll keep them, by this hand. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You start away [1] => And lend no ear unto my purposes. [2] => Those prisoners you shall keep. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, I will; that's flat: [1] => He said he would not ransom Mortimer; [2] => Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer; [3] => But I will find him when he lies asleep, [4] => And in his ear I'll holla 'Mortimer!' [5] => Nay, [6] => I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak [7] => Nothing but 'Mortimer,' and give it him [8] => To keep his anger still in motion. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Hear you, cousin; a word. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All studies here I solemnly defy, [1] => Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke: [2] => And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales, [3] => But that I think his father loves him not [4] => And would be glad he met with some mischance, [5] => I would have him poison'd with a pot of ale. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Farewell, kinsman: I'll talk to you [1] => When you are better temper'd to attend. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool [1] => Art thou to break into this woman's mood, [2] => Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own! ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourged with rods, [1] => Nettled and stung with pismires, when I hear [2] => Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke. [3] => In Richard's time,--what do you call the place?-- [4] => A plague upon it, it is in Gloucestershire; [5] => 'Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept, [6] => His uncle York; where I first bow'd my knee [7] => Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,-- [8] => 'Sblood!-- [9] => When you and he came back from Ravenspurgh. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => At Berkley castle. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You say true: [1] => Why, what a candy deal of courtesy [2] => This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! [3] => Look,'when his infant fortune came to age,' [4] => And 'gentle Harry Percy,' and 'kind cousin;' [5] => O, the devil take such cozeners! God forgive me! [6] => Good uncle, tell your tale; I have done. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, if you have not, to it again; [1] => We will stay your leisure. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => I have done, i' faith. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then once more to your Scottish prisoners. [1] => Deliver them up without their ransom straight, [2] => And make the Douglas' son your only mean [3] => For powers in Scotland; which, for divers reasons [4] => Which I shall send you written, be assured, [5] => Will easily be granted. You, my lord, [6] => Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd, [7] => Shall secretly into the bosom creep [8] => Of that same noble prelate, well beloved, [9] => The archbishop. ) [STAGEDIR] => To Northumberland ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Of York, is it not? ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => True; who bears hard [1] => His brother's death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop. [2] => I speak not this in estimation, [3] => As what I think might be, but what I know [4] => Is ruminated, plotted and set down, [5] => And only stays but to behold the face [6] => Of that occasion that shall bring it on. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => I smell it: upon my life, it will do well. ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Before the game is afoot, thou still let'st slip. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot; [1] => And then the power of Scotland and of York, [2] => To join with Mortimer, ha? ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => And so they shall. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And 'tis no little reason bids us speed, [1] => To save our heads by raising of a head; [2] => For, bear ourselves as even as we can, [3] => The king will always think him in our debt, [4] => And think we think ourselves unsatisfied, [5] => Till he hath found a time to pay us home: [6] => And see already how he doth begin [7] => To make us strangers to his looks of love. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => He does, he does: we'll be revenged on him. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cousin, farewell: no further go in this [1] => Than I by letters shall direct your course. [2] => When time is ripe, which will be suddenly, [3] => I'll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer; [4] => Where you and Douglas and our powers at once, [5] => As I will fashion it, shall happily meet, [6] => To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, [7] => Which now we hold at much uncertainty. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I trust. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Uncle, Adieu: O, let the hours be short [1] => Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport! ) ) ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT II [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Rochester. An inn yard. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter a Carrier with a lantern in his hand [1] => Enter another Carrier [2] => Enter GADSHILL [3] => Exeunt carriers [4] => Enter Chamberlain [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Carrier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Heigh-ho! an it be not four by the day, I'll be [1] => hanged: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and [2] => yet our horse not packed. What, ostler! ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Ostler [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Carrier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I prithee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks [1] => in the point; poor jade, is wrung in the withers out [2] => of all cess. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Carrier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peas and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that [1] => is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this [2] => house is turned upside down since Robin Ostler died. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Carrier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Poor fellow, never joyed since the price of oats [1] => rose; it was the death of him. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Carrier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think this be the most villanous house in all [1] => London road for fleas: I am stung like a tench. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Carrier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Like a tench! by the mass, there is ne'er a king [1] => christen could be better bit than I have been since [2] => the first cock. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Carrier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, they will allow us ne'er a jordan, and then we [1] => leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds [2] => fleas like a loach. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Carrier [LINE] => What, ostler! come away and be hanged! ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Carrier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have a gammon of bacon and two razors of ginger, [1] => to be delivered as far as Charing-cross. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Carrier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God's body! the turkeys in my pannier are quite [1] => starved. What, ostler! A plague on thee! hast thou [2] => never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An [3] => 'twere not as good deed as drink, to break the pate [4] => on thee, I am a very villain. Come, and be hanged! [5] => hast thou no faith in thee? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GADSHILL [LINE] => Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Carrier [LINE] => I think it be two o'clock. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GADSHILL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray thee lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding [1] => in the stable. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Carrier [LINE] => Nay, by God, soft; I know a trick worth two of that, i' faith. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GADSHILL [LINE] => I pray thee, lend me thine. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Carrier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, when? can'st tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth [1] => he? marry, I'll see thee hanged first. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GADSHILL [LINE] => Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Carrier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant [1] => thee. Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the [2] => gentleman: they will along with company, for they [3] => have great charge. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GADSHILL [LINE] => What, ho! chamberlain! ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Chamberlain [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GADSHILL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That's even as fair as--at hand, quoth the [1] => chamberlain; for thou variest no more from picking [2] => of purses than giving direction doth from labouring; [3] => thou layest the plot how. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Chamberlain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good morrow, Master Gadshill. It holds current that [1] => I told you yesternight: there's a franklin in the [2] => wild of Kent hath brought three hundred marks with [3] => him in gold: I heard him tell it to one of his [4] => company last night at supper; a kind of auditor; one [5] => that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what. [6] => They are up already, and call for eggs and butter; [7] => they will away presently. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GADSHILL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sirrah, if they meet not with Saint Nicholas' [1] => clerks, I'll give thee this neck. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Chamberlain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, I'll none of it: I pray thee keep that for the [1] => hangman; for I know thou worshippest St. Nicholas [2] => as truly as a man of falsehood may. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GADSHILL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What talkest thou to me of the hangman? if I hang, [1] => I'll make a fat pair of gallows; for if I hang, old [2] => Sir John hangs with me, and thou knowest he is no [3] => starveling. Tut! there are other Trojans that thou [4] => dreamest not of, the which for sport sake are [5] => content to do the profession some grace; that would, [6] => if matters should be looked into, for their own [7] => credit sake, make all whole. I am joined with no [8] => foot-land rakers, no long-staff sixpenny strikers, [9] => none of these mad mustachio purple-hued malt-worms; [10] => but with nobility and tranquillity, burgomasters and [11] => great oneyers, such as can hold in, such as will [12] => strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than [13] => drink, and drink sooner than pray: and yet, zounds, [14] => I lie; for they pray continually to their saint, the [15] => commonwealth; or rather, not pray to her, but prey [16] => on her, for they ride up and down on her and make [17] => her their boots. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Chamberlain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, the commonwealth their boots? will she hold [1] => out water in foul way? ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GADSHILL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. We [1] => steal as in a castle, cocksure; we have the receipt [2] => of fern-seed, we walk invisible. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Chamberlain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, by my faith, I think you are more beholding to [1] => the night than to fern-seed for your walking invisible. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GADSHILL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in our [1] => purchase, as I am a true man. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Chamberlain [LINE] => Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GADSHILL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go to; 'homo' is a common name to all men. Bid the [1] => ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell, [2] => you muddy knave. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The highway, near Gadshill. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS [1] => Enter FALSTAFF [2] => Enter GADSHILL, BARDOLPH and PETO [3] => Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and POINS [4] => Enter the Travellers [5] => Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt [6] => Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS [7] => Enter the Thieves again [8] => As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set upon them; they all run away; and Falstaff, after a blow or two, runs away too, leaving the booty behind them [9] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, shelter, shelter: I have removed Falstaff's [1] => horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Stand close. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins! ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! what a brawling dost [1] => thou keep! ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Where's Poins, Hal? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => He is walked up to the top of the hill: I'll go seek him. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: the [1] => rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him I know [2] => not where. If I travel but four foot by the squier [3] => further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt [4] => not but to die a fair death for all this, if I [5] => 'scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have [6] => forsworn his company hourly any time this two and [7] => twenty years, and yet I am bewitched with the [8] => rogue's company. If the rascal hath not given me [9] => medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it [10] => could not be else: I have drunk medicines. Poins! [11] => Hal! a plague upon you both! Bardolph! Peto! [12] => I'll starve ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere [13] => not as good a deed as drink, to turn true man and to [14] => leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that [15] => ever chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven [16] => ground is threescore and ten miles afoot with me; [17] => and the stony-hearted villains know it well enough: [18] => a plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another! [19] => Whew! A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you [20] => rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged! ) [STAGEDIR] => They whistle ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close [1] => to the ground and list if thou canst hear the tread [2] => of travellers. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down? [1] => 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot [2] => again for all the coin in thy father's exchequer. [3] => What a plague mean ye to colt me thus? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art uncolted. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I prithee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse, [1] => good king's son. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent [1] => garters! If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I [2] => have not ballads made on you all and sung to filthy [3] => tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison: when a jest [4] => is so forward, and afoot too! I hate it. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GADSHILL [LINE] => Stand. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => So I do, against my will. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. Bardolph, [1] => what news? ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Case ye, case ye; on with your vizards: there 's [1] => money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going [2] => to the king's exchequer. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => You lie, ye rogue; 'tis going to the king's tavern. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GADSHILL [LINE] => There's enough to make us all. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => To be hanged. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane; [1] => Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape [2] => from your encounter, then they light on us. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETO [LINE] => How many be there of them? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GADSHILL [LINE] => Some eight or ten. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => 'Zounds, will they not rob us? ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => What, a coward, Sir John Paunch? ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather; [1] => but yet no coward, Hal. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Well, we leave that to the proof. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge: [1] => when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him. [2] => Farewell, and stand fast. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Ned, where are our disguises? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Here, hard by: stand close. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I: [1] => every man to his business. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Traveller [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, neighbour: the boy shall lead our horses down [1] => the hill; we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease our legs. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Thieves [LINE] => Stand! ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Travellers [LINE] => Jesus bless us! ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats: [1] => ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they [2] => hate us youth: down with them: fleece them. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Travellers [LINE] => O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever! ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone? No, ye [1] => fat chuffs: I would your store were here! On, [2] => bacons, on! What, ye knaves! young men must live. [3] => You are Grand-jurors, are ye? we'll jure ye, 'faith. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The thieves have bound the true men. Now could thou [1] => and I rob the thieves and go merrily to London, it [2] => would be argument for a week, laughter for a month [3] => and a good jest for ever. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Stand close; I hear them coming. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse [1] => before day. An the Prince and Poins be not two [2] => arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's [3] => no more valour in that Poins than in a wild-duck. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Your money! ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Villains! ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse: [1] => The thieves are all scatter'd and possess'd with fear [2] => So strongly that they dare not meet each other; [3] => Each takes his fellow for an officer. [4] => Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death, [5] => And lards the lean earth as he walks along: [6] => Were 't not for laughing, I should pity him. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => How the rogue roar'd! ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Warkworth castle [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter HOTSPUR, solus, reading a letter [1] => Exit Servant [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'But for mine own part, my lord, I could be well [1] => contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear [2] => your house.' He could be contented: why is he not, [3] => then? In respect of the love he bears our house: [4] => he shows in this, he loves his own barn better than [5] => he loves our house. Let me see some more. 'The [6] => purpose you undertake is dangerous;'--why, that's [7] => certain: 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to [8] => drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this [9] => nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. 'The [10] => purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you [11] => have named uncertain; the time itself unsorted; and [12] => your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so [13] => great an opposition.' Say you so, say you so? I say [14] => unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind, and [15] => you lie. What a lack-brain is this! By the Lord, [16] => our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our [17] => friends true and constant: a good plot, good [18] => friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, [19] => very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is [20] => this! Why, my lord of York commends the plot and the [21] => general course of action. 'Zounds, an I were now by [22] => this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. [23] => Is there not my father, my uncle and myself? lord [24] => Edmund Mortimer, My lord of York and Owen Glendower? [25] => is there not besides the Douglas? have I not all [26] => their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the [27] => next month? and are they not some of them set [28] => forward already? What a pagan rascal is this! an [29] => infidel! Ha! you shall see now in very sincerity [30] => of fear and cold heart, will he to the king and lay [31] => open all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself [32] => and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of [33] => skim milk with so honourable an action! Hang him! [34] => let him tell the king: we are prepared. I will set [35] => forward to-night. [36] => How now, Kate! I must leave you within these two hours. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter LADY PERCY ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, my good lord, why are you thus alone? [1] => For what offence have I this fortnight been [2] => A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed? [3] => Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee [4] => Thy stomach, pleasure and thy golden sleep? [5] => Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth, [6] => And start so often when thou sit'st alone? [7] => Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks; [8] => And given my treasures and my rights of thee [9] => To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy? [10] => In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd, [11] => And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars; [12] => Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed; [13] => Cry 'Courage! to the field!' And thou hast talk'd [14] => Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents, [15] => Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets, [16] => Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin, [17] => Of prisoners' ransom and of soldiers slain, [18] => And all the currents of a heady fight. [19] => Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war [20] => And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep, [21] => That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow [22] => Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream; [23] => And in thy face strange motions have appear'd, [24] => Such as we see when men restrain their breath [25] => On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these? [26] => Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, [27] => And I must know it, else he loves me not. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, ho! [1] => Is Gilliams with the packet gone? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter Servant ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => He is, my lord, an hour ago. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => One horse, my lord, he brought even now. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => It is, my lord. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That roan shall by my throne. [1] => Well, I will back him straight: O esperance! [2] => Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => But hear you, my lord. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => What say'st thou, my lady? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => What is it carries you away? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Why, my horse, my love, my horse. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Out, you mad-headed ape! [1] => A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen [2] => As you are toss'd with. In faith, [3] => I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. [4] => I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir [5] => About his title, and hath sent for you [6] => To line his enterprise: but if you go,-- ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, come, you paraquito, answer me [1] => Directly unto this question that I ask: [2] => In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, [3] => An if thou wilt not tell me all things true. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away, [1] => Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not, [2] => I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world [3] => To play with mammets and to tilt with lips: [4] => We must have bloody noses and crack'd crowns, [5] => And pass them current too. God's me, my horse! [6] => What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou [7] => have with me? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do you not love me? do you not, indeed? [1] => Well, do not then; for since you love me not, [2] => I will not love myself. Do you not love me? [3] => Nay, tell me if you speak in jest or no. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, wilt thou see me ride? [1] => And when I am on horseback, I will swear [2] => I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate; [3] => I must not have you henceforth question me [4] => Whither I go, nor reason whereabout: [5] => Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude, [6] => This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate. [7] => I know you wise, but yet no farther wise [8] => Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are, [9] => But yet a woman: and for secrecy, [10] => No lady closer; for I well believe [11] => Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; [12] => And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => How! so far? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate: [1] => Whither I go, thither shall you go too; [2] => To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you. [3] => Will this content you, Kate? ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => It must of force. ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. The Boar's-Head Tavern, Eastcheap. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS [1] => Exit POINS [2] => Enter FRANCIS [3] => Here they both call him; the drawer stands amazed, not knowing which way to go [4] => Enter Vintner [5] => Re-enter POINS [6] => Exit [7] => Enter FALSTAFF, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH, and PETO; FRANCIS following with wine [8] => He drinks [9] => Enter Hostess [10] => Exit FALSTAFF [11] => Exeunt Hostess, FRANCIS, and BARDOLPH [12] => Re-enter BARDOLPH, running [13] => Re-enter the Hostess [14] => Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier [15] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ned, prithee, come out of that fat room, and lend me [1] => thy hand to laugh a little. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Where hast been, Hal? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With three or four loggerheads amongst three or four [1] => score hogsheads. I have sounded the very [2] => base-string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother [3] => to a leash of drawers; and can call them all by [4] => their christen names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis. [5] => They take it already upon their salvation, that [6] => though I be but the prince of Wales, yet I am king [7] => of courtesy; and tell me flatly I am no proud Jack, [8] => like Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a [9] => good boy, by the Lord, so they call me, and when I [10] => am king of England, I shall command all the good [11] => lads in Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dyeing [12] => scarlet; and when you breathe in your watering, they [13] => cry 'hem!' and bid you play it off. To conclude, I [14] => am so good a proficient in one quarter of an hour, [15] => that I can drink with any tinker in his own language [16] => during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost [17] => much honour, that thou wert not with me in this sweet [18] => action. But, sweet Ned,--to sweeten which name of [19] => Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped [20] => even now into my hand by an under-skinker, one that [21] => never spake other English in his life than 'Eight [22] => shillings and sixpence' and 'You are welcome,' with [23] => this shrill addition, 'Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint [24] => of bastard in the Half-Moon,' or so. But, Ned, to [25] => drive away the time till Falstaff come, I prithee, [26] => do thou stand in some by-room, while I question my [27] => puny drawer to what end he gave me the sugar; and do [28] => thou never leave calling 'Francis,' that his tale [29] => to me may be nothing but 'Anon.' Step aside, and [30] => I'll show thee a precedent. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Francis! ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Thou art perfect. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Francis! ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRANCIS [LINE] => Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the Pomgarnet, Ralph. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Come hither, Francis. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRANCIS [LINE] => My lord? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => How long hast thou to serve, Francis? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRANCIS [LINE] => Forsooth, five years, and as much as to-- ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRANCIS [LINE] => Anon, anon, sir. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Five year! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking [1] => of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant [2] => as to play the coward with thy indenture and show it [3] => a fair pair of heels and run from it? ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRANCIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Lord, sir, I'll be sworn upon all the books in [1] => England, I could find in my heart. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRANCIS [LINE] => Anon, sir. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => How old art thou, Francis? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRANCIS [LINE] => Let me see--about Michaelmas next I shall be-- ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRANCIS [LINE] => Anon, sir. Pray stay a little, my lord. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar thou [1] => gavest me,'twas a pennyworth, wast't not? ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRANCIS [LINE] => O Lord, I would it had been two! ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will give thee for it a thousand pound: ask me [1] => when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRANCIS [LINE] => Anon, anon. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Anon, Francis? No, Francis; but to-morrow, Francis; [1] => or, Francis, o' Thursday; or indeed, Francis, when [2] => thou wilt. But, Francis! ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRANCIS [LINE] => My lord? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crystal-button, [1] => not-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter, [2] => smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,-- ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRANCIS [LINE] => O Lord, sir, who do you mean? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, then, your brown bastard is your only drink; [1] => for look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet [2] => will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRANCIS [LINE] => What, sir? ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Away, you rogue! dost thou not hear them call? ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Vintner [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, standest thou still, and hearest such a [1] => calling? Look to the guests within. [2] => My lord, old Sir John, with half-a-dozen more, are [3] => at the door: shall I let them in? ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Francis ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let them alone awhile, and then open the door. [1] => Poins! ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Vintner ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Anon, anon, sir. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at [1] => the door: shall we be merry? ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark ye; what [1] => cunning match have you made with this jest of the [2] => drawer? come, what's the issue? ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am now of all humours that have showed themselves [1] => humours since the old days of goodman Adam to the [2] => pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight. [3] => What's o'clock, Francis? ) [STAGEDIR] => Re-enter FRANCIS ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRANCIS [LINE] => Anon, anon, sir. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a [1] => parrot, and yet the son of a woman! His industry is [2] => upstairs and downstairs; his eloquence the parcel of [3] => a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the [4] => Hotspur of the north; he that kills me some six or [5] => seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his [6] => hands, and says to his wife 'Fie upon this quiet [7] => life! I want work.' 'O my sweet Harry,' says she, [8] => 'how many hast thou killed to-day?' 'Give my roan [9] => horse a drench,' says he; and answers 'Some [10] => fourteen,' an hour after; 'a trifle, a trifle.' I [11] => prithee, call in Falstaff: I'll play Percy, and [12] => that damned brawn shall play Dame Mortimer his [13] => wife. 'Rivo!' says the drunkard. Call in ribs, call in tallow. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Welcome, Jack: where hast thou been? ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too! [1] => marry, and amen! Give me a cup of sack, boy. Ere I [2] => lead this life long, I'll sew nether stocks and mend [3] => them and foot them too. A plague of all cowards! [4] => Give me a cup of sack, rogue. Is there no virtue extant? ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter? [1] => pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the sweet tale [2] => of the sun's! if thou didst, then behold that compound. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: there is [1] => nothing but roguery to be found in villanous man: [2] => yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime [3] => in it. A villanous coward! Go thy ways, old Jack; [4] => die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be [5] => not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a [6] => shotten herring. There live not three good men [7] => unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and [8] => grows old: God help the while! a bad world, I say. [9] => I would I were a weaver; I could sing psalms or any [10] => thing. A plague of all cowards, I say still. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => How now, wool-sack! what mutter you? ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy [1] => kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy [2] => subjects afore thee like a flock of wild-geese, [3] => I'll never wear hair on my face more. You Prince of Wales! ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Why, you whoreson round man, what's the matter? ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Are not you a coward? answer me to that: and Poins there? ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, by the [1] => Lord, I'll stab thee. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere I call [1] => thee coward: but I would give a thousand pound I [2] => could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight [3] => enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your [4] => back: call you that backing of your friends? A [5] => plague upon such backing! give me them that will [6] => face me. Give me a cup of sack: I am a rogue, if I [7] => drunk to-day. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou [1] => drunkest last. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All's one for that. [1] => A plague of all cowards, still say I. ) [STAGEDIR] => He drinks ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => What's the matter? ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What's the matter! there be four of us here have [1] => ta'en a thousand pound this day morning. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Where is it, Jack? where is it? ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where is it! taken from us it is: a hundred upon [1] => poor four of us. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => What, a hundred, man? ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a [1] => dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scaped by [2] => miracle. I am eight times thrust through the [3] => doublet, four through the hose; my buckler cut [4] => through and through; my sword hacked like a [5] => hand-saw--ecce signum! I never dealt better since [6] => I was a man: all would not do. A plague of all [7] => cowards! Let them speak: if they speak more or [8] => less than truth, they are villains and the sons of darkness. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Speak, sirs; how was it? ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GADSHILL [LINE] => We four set upon some dozen-- ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Sixteen at least, my lord. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GADSHILL [LINE] => And bound them. ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETO [LINE] => No, no, they were not bound. ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You rogue, they were bound, every man of them; or I [1] => am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GADSHILL [LINE] => As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh men set upon us-- ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => And unbound the rest, and then come in the other. ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => What, fought you with them all? ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All! I know not what you call all; but if I fought [1] => not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish: if [2] => there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old [3] => Jack, then am I no two-legged creature. ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Pray God you have not murdered some of them. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, that's past praying for: I have peppered two [1] => of them; two I am sure I have paid, two rogues [2] => in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell [3] => thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou [4] => knowest my old ward; here I lay and thus I bore my [5] => point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me-- ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => What, four? thou saidst but two even now. ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Four, Hal; I told thee four. ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Ay, ay, he said four. ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => These four came all a-front, and mainly thrust at [1] => me. I made me no more ado but took all their seven [2] => points in my target, thus. ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Seven? why, there were but four even now. ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => In buckram? ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Ay, four, in buckram suits. ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else. ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Prithee, let him alone; we shall have more anon. ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Dost thou hear me, Hal? ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Ay, and mark thee too, Jack. ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These nine [1] => in buckram that I told thee of-- ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => So, two more already. ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Their points being broken,-- ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Down fell their hose. ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Began to give me ground: but I followed me close, [1] => came in foot and hand; and with a thought seven of [2] => the eleven I paid. ) ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two! ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten [1] => knaves in Kendal green came at my back and let drive [2] => at me; for it was so dark, Hal, that thou couldst [3] => not see thy hand. ) ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => These lies are like their father that begets them; [1] => gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, thou [2] => clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou [3] => whoreson, obscene, grease tallow-catch,-- ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth [1] => the truth? ) ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal [1] => green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy [2] => hand? come, tell us your reason: what sayest thou to this? ) ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Come, your reason, Jack, your reason. ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, upon compulsion? 'Zounds, an I were at the [1] => strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would [2] => not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on [3] => compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as [4] => blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon [5] => compulsion, I. ) ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguine [1] => coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, [2] => this huge hill of flesh,-- ) ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried [1] => neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O [2] => for breath to utter what is like thee! you [3] => tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile [4] => standing-tuck,-- ) ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again: and [1] => when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons, [2] => hear me speak but this. ) ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Mark, Jack. ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We two saw you four set on four and bound them, and [1] => were masters of their wealth. Mark now, how a plain [2] => tale shall put you down. Then did we two set on you [3] => four; and, with a word, out-faced you from your [4] => prize, and have it; yea, and can show it you here in [5] => the house: and, Falstaff, you carried your guts [6] => away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roared [7] => for mercy and still run and roared, as ever I heard [8] => bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword [9] => as thou hast done, and then say it was in fight! [10] => What trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst [11] => thou now find out to hide thee from this open and [12] => apparent shame? ) ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Come, let's hear, Jack; what trick hast thou now? ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye. [1] => Why, hear you, my masters: was it for me to kill the [2] => heir-apparent? should I turn upon the true prince? [3] => why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules: but [4] => beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true [5] => prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was now a [6] => coward on instinct. I shall think the better of [7] => myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant [8] => lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by the Lord, [9] => lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess, clap [10] => to the doors: watch to-night, pray to-morrow. [11] => Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles [12] => of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be [13] => merry? shall we have a play extempore? ) ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Content; and the argument shall be thy running away. ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Ah, no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => O Jesu, my lord the prince! ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How now, my lady the hostess! what sayest thou to [1] => me? ) ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at [1] => door would speak with you: he says he comes from [2] => your father. ) ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and [1] => send him back again to my mother. ) ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => What manner of man is he? ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => An old man. ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Shall [1] => I give him his answer? ) ) [111] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Prithee, do, Jack. ) [112] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => 'Faith, and I'll send him packing. ) [113] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair; so did you, [1] => Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you [2] => ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true [3] => prince; no, fie! ) ) [114] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run. ) [115] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Faith, tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff's [1] => sword so hacked? ) ) [116] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would [1] => swear truth out of England but he would make you [2] => believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like. ) ) [117] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass to [1] => make them bleed, and then to beslubber our garments [2] => with it and swear it was the blood of true men. I [3] => did that I did not this seven year before, I blushed [4] => to hear his monstrous devices. ) ) [118] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years [1] => ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since [2] => thou hast blushed extempore. Thou hadst fire and [3] => sword on thy side, and yet thou rannest away: what [4] => instinct hadst thou for it? ) ) [119] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, do you see these meteors? do you behold [1] => these exhalations? ) ) [120] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => I do. ) [121] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => What think you they portend? ) [122] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Hot livers and cold purses. ) [123] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Choler, my lord, if rightly taken. ) [124] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, if rightly taken, halter. [1] => Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone. [2] => How now, my sweet creature of bombast! [3] => How long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee? ) [STAGEDIR] => Re-enter FALSTAFF ) [125] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My own knee! when I was about thy years, Hal, I was [1] => not an eagle's talon in the waist; I could have [2] => crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: a plague of [3] => sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a [4] => bladder. There's villanous news abroad: here was [5] => Sir John Bracy from your father; you must to the [6] => court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the [7] => north, Percy, and he of Wales, that gave Amamon the [8] => bastinado and made Lucifer cuckold and swore the [9] => devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh [10] => hook--what a plague call you him? ) ) [126] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => O, Glendower. ) [127] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Owen, Owen, the same; and his son-in-law Mortimer, [1] => and old Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of [2] => Scots, Douglas, that runs o' horseback up a hill [3] => perpendicular,-- ) ) [128] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He that rides at high speed and with his pistol [1] => kills a sparrow flying. ) ) [129] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => You have hit it. ) [130] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => So did he never the sparrow. ) [131] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; he will not run. ) [132] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so [1] => for running! ) ) [133] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => O' horseback, ye cuckoo; but afoot he will not budge a foot. ) [134] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Yes, Jack, upon instinct. ) [135] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too, [1] => and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more: [2] => Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's [3] => beard is turned white with the news: you may buy [4] => land now as cheap as stinking mackerel. ) ) [136] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, then, it is like, if there come a hot June and [1] => this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads [2] => as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds. ) ) [137] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like we [1] => shall have good trading that way. But tell me, Hal, [2] => art not thou horrible afeard? thou being [3] => heir-apparent, could the world pick thee out three [4] => such enemies again as that fiend Douglas, that [5] => spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou [6] => not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill at [7] => it? ) ) [138] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Not a whit, i' faith; I lack some of thy instinct. ) [139] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, thou wert be horribly chid tomorrow when thou [1] => comest to thy father: if thou love me, practise an answer. ) ) [140] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon the [1] => particulars of my life. ) ) [141] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shall I? content: this chair shall be my state, [1] => this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my crown. ) ) [142] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thy state is taken for a joined-stool, thy golden [1] => sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich [2] => crown for a pitiful bald crown! ) ) [143] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee, [1] => now shalt thou be moved. Give me a cup of sack to [2] => make my eyes look red, that it may be thought I have [3] => wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it [4] => in King Cambyses' vein. ) ) [144] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Well, here is my leg. ) [145] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => And here is my speech. Stand aside, nobility. ) [146] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => O Jesu, this is excellent sport, i' faith! ) [147] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Weep not, sweet queen; for trickling tears are vain. ) [148] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => O, the father, how he holds his countenance! ) [149] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen; [1] => For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. ) ) [150] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Jesu, he doth it as like one of these harlotry [1] => players as ever I see! ) ) [151] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle-brain. [1] => Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy [2] => time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though [3] => the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster [4] => it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the [5] => sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I have [6] => partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion, [7] => but chiefly a villanous trick of thine eye and a [8] => foolish-hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant [9] => me. If then thou be son to me, here lies the point; [10] => why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall [11] => the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher and eat [12] => blackberries? a question not to be asked. Shall [13] => the sun of England prove a thief and take purses? a [14] => question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry, [15] => which thou hast often heard of and it is known to [16] => many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch, [17] => as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth [18] => the company thou keepest: for, Harry, now I do not [19] => speak to thee in drink but in tears, not in [20] => pleasure but in passion, not in words only, but in [21] => woes also: and yet there is a virtuous man whom I [22] => have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name. ) ) [152] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => What manner of man, an it like your majesty? ) [153] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a [1] => cheerful look, a pleasing eye and a most noble [2] => carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, [3] => by'r lady, inclining to three score; and now I [4] => remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man [5] => should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry, [6] => I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be [7] => known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then, [8] => peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that [9] => Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell [10] => me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast [11] => thou been this month? ) ) [154] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me, [1] => and I'll play my father. ) ) [155] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so [1] => majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by [2] => the heels for a rabbit-sucker or a poulter's hare. ) ) [156] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Well, here I am set. ) [157] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => And here I stand: judge, my masters. ) [158] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Now, Harry, whence come you? ) [159] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => My noble lord, from Eastcheap. ) [160] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => The complaints I hear of thee are grievous. ) [161] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Sblood, my lord, they are false: nay, I'll tickle [1] => ye for a young prince, i' faith. ) ) [162] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er look [1] => on me. Thou art violently carried away from grace: [2] => there is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of an [3] => old fat man; a tun of man is thy companion. Why [4] => dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that [5] => bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel [6] => of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed [7] => cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with [8] => the pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that [9] => grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in [10] => years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and [11] => drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a [12] => capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft? [13] => wherein crafty, but in villany? wherein villanous, [14] => but in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing? ) ) [163] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would your grace would take me with you: whom [1] => means your grace? ) ) [164] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That villanous abominable misleader of youth, [1] => Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan. ) ) [165] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => My lord, the man I know. ) [166] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => I know thou dost. ) [167] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But to say I know more harm in him than in myself, [1] => were to say more than I know. That he is old, the [2] => more the pity, his white hairs do witness it; but [3] => that he is, saving your reverence, a whoremaster, [4] => that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault, [5] => God help the wicked! if to be old and merry be a [6] => sin, then many an old host that I know is damned: if [7] => to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine [8] => are to be loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto, [9] => banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack [10] => Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, [11] => valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, [12] => being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him [13] => thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's [14] => company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. ) ) [168] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => I do, I will. [STAGEDIR] => A knocking heard ) [169] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, my lord, my lord! the sheriff with a most [1] => monstrous watch is at the door. ) ) [170] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Out, ye rogue! Play out the play: I have much to [1] => say in the behalf of that Falstaff. ) ) [171] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => O Jesu, my lord, my lord! ) [172] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick: [1] => what's the matter? ) ) [173] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they [1] => are come to search the house. Shall I let them in? ) ) [174] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of [1] => gold a counterfeit: thou art essentially mad, [2] => without seeming so. ) ) [175] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => And thou a natural coward, without instinct. ) [176] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff, [1] => so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a cart [2] => as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up! [3] => I hope I shall as soon be strangled with a halter as another. ) ) [177] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, hide thee behind the arras: the rest walk up [1] => above. Now, my masters, for a true face and good [2] => conscience. ) ) [178] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Both which I have had: but their date is out, and [1] => therefore I'll hide me. ) ) [179] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Call in the sheriff. [1] => Now, master sheriff, what is your will with me? ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exeunt all except PRINCE HENRY and PETO [1] => Enter Sheriff and the Carrier ) ) [180] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sheriff [LINE] => Array ( [0] => First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry [1] => Hath follow'd certain men unto this house. ) ) [181] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => What men? ) [182] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sheriff [LINE] => Array ( [0] => One of them is well known, my gracious lord, [1] => A gross fat man. ) ) [183] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Carrier [LINE] => As fat as butter. ) [184] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The man, I do assure you, is not here; [1] => For I myself at this time have employ'd him. [2] => And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee [3] => That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time, [4] => Send him to answer thee, or any man, [5] => For any thing he shall be charged withal: [6] => And so let me entreat you leave the house. ) ) [185] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sheriff [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen [1] => Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks. ) ) [186] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It may be so: if he have robb'd these men, [1] => He shall be answerable; and so farewell. ) ) [187] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sheriff [LINE] => Good night, my noble lord. ) [188] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => I think it is good morrow, is it not? ) [189] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sheriff [LINE] => Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. ) [190] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go, [1] => call him forth. ) ) [191] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Falstaff!--Fast asleep behind the arras, and [1] => snorting like a horse. ) ) [192] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets. [1] => What hast thou found? ) [STAGEDIR] => He searcheth his pockets, and findeth certain papers ) [193] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETO [LINE] => Nothing but papers, my lord. ) [194] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Let's see what they be: read them. ) [195] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => Item, Sauce,. . . 4d. [2] => Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d. [3] => Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d. [4] => Item, Bread, ob. ) ) [196] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O monstrous! but one half-penny-worth of bread to [1] => this intolerable deal of sack! What there is else, [2] => keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there [3] => let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the [4] => morning. We must all to the wars, and thy place [5] => shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a [6] => charge of foot; and I know his death will be a [7] => march of twelve-score. The money shall be paid [8] => back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in [9] => the morning; and so, good morrow, Peto. ) ) [197] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETO [LINE] => Good morrow, good my lord. ) ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT III [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Bangor. The Archdeacon's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and GLENDOWER [1] => Exit GLENDOWER [2] => Re-enter GLENDOWER with the ladies [3] => Glendower speaks to her in Welsh, and she answers him in the same [4] => The lady speaks in Welsh [5] => The lady speaks again in Welsh [6] => The music plays [7] => Here the lady sings a Welsh song [8] => Exit [9] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => These promises are fair, the parties sure, [1] => And our induction full of prosperous hope. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower, [1] => Will you sit down? [2] => And uncle Worcester: a plague upon it! [3] => I have forgot the map. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, here it is. [1] => Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur, [2] => For by that name as oft as Lancaster [3] => Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale and with [4] => A rising sigh he wisheth you in heaven. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => And you in hell, as oft as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I cannot blame him: at my nativity [1] => The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, [2] => Of burning cressets; and at my birth [3] => The frame and huge foundation of the earth [4] => Shaked like a coward. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, so it would have done at the same season, if [1] => your mother's cat had but kittened, though yourself [2] => had never been born. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => I say the earth did shake when I was born. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I say the earth was not of my mind, [1] => If you suppose as fearing you it shook. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire, [1] => And not in fear of your nativity. [2] => Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth [3] => In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth [4] => Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd [5] => By the imprisoning of unruly wind [6] => Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving, [7] => Shakes the old beldam earth and topples down [8] => Steeples and moss-grown towers. At your birth [9] => Our grandam earth, having this distemperature, [10] => In passion shook. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cousin, of many men [1] => I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave [2] => To tell you once again that at my birth [3] => The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, [4] => The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds [5] => Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields. [6] => These signs have mark'd me extraordinary; [7] => And all the courses of my life do show [8] => I am not in the roll of common men. [9] => Where is he living, clipp'd in with the sea [10] => That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales, [11] => Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me? [12] => And bring him out that is but woman's son [13] => Can trace me in the tedious ways of art [14] => And hold me pace in deep experiments. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think there's no man speaks better Welsh. [1] => I'll to dinner. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => I can call spirits from the vasty deep. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, so can I, or so can any man; [1] => But will they come when you do call for them? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command [1] => The devil. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil [1] => By telling truth: tell truth and shame the devil. [2] => If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, [3] => And I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence. [4] => O, while you live, tell truth and shame the devil! ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Come, come, no more of this unprofitable chat. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head [1] => Against my power; thrice from the banks of Wye [2] => And sandy-bottom'd Severn have I sent him [3] => Bootless home and weather-beaten back. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Home without boots, and in foul weather too! [1] => How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name? ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, here's the map: shall we divide our right [1] => According to our threefold order ta'en? ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The archdeacon hath divided it [1] => Into three limits very equally: [2] => England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, [3] => By south and east is to my part assign'd: [4] => All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore, [5] => And all the fertile land within that bound, [6] => To Owen Glendower: and, dear coz, to you [7] => The remnant northward, lying off from Trent. [8] => And our indentures tripartite are drawn; [9] => Which being sealed interchangeably, [10] => A business that this night may execute, [11] => To-morrow, cousin Percy, you and I [12] => And my good Lord of Worcester will set forth [13] => To meet your father and the Scottish power, [14] => As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury. [15] => My father Glendower is not ready yet, [16] => Not shall we need his help these fourteen days. [17] => Within that space you may have drawn together [18] => Your tenants, friends and neighbouring gentlemen. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A shorter time shall send me to you, lords: [1] => And in my conduct shall your ladies come; [2] => From whom you now must steal and take no leave, [3] => For there will be a world of water shed [4] => Upon the parting of your wives and you. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here, [1] => In quantity equals not one of yours: [2] => See how this river comes me cranking in, [3] => And cuts me from the best of all my land [4] => A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out. [5] => I'll have the current in this place damm'd up; [6] => And here the smug and silver Trent shall run [7] => In a new channel, fair and evenly; [8] => It shall not wind with such a deep indent, [9] => To rob me of so rich a bottom here. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Not wind? it shall, it must; you see it doth. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, but [1] => Mark how he bears his course, and runs me up [2] => With like advantage on the other side; [3] => Gelding the opposed continent as much [4] => As on the other side it takes from you. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, but a little charge will trench him here [1] => And on this north side win this cape of land; [2] => And then he runs straight and even. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => I'll have it so: a little charge will do it. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => I'll not have it alter'd. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Will not you? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => No, nor you shall not. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Who shall say me nay? ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Why, that will I. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Let me not understand you, then; speak it in Welsh. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I can speak English, lord, as well as you; [1] => For I was train'd up in the English court; [2] => Where, being but young, I framed to the harp [3] => Many an English ditty lovely well [4] => And gave the tongue a helpful ornament, [5] => A virtue that was never seen in you. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, [1] => And I am glad of it with all my heart: [2] => I had rather be a kitten and cry mew [3] => Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers; [4] => I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, [5] => Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree; [6] => And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, [7] => Nothing so much as mincing poetry: [8] => 'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Come, you shall have Trent turn'd. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land [1] => To any well-deserving friend; [2] => But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, [3] => I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. [4] => Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The moon shines fair; you may away by night: [1] => I'll haste the writer and withal [2] => Break with your wives of your departure hence: [3] => I am afraid my daughter will run mad, [4] => So much she doteth on her Mortimer. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father! ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I cannot choose: sometime he angers me [1] => With telling me of the mouldwarp and the ant, [2] => Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies, [3] => And of a dragon and a finless fish, [4] => A clip-wing'd griffin and a moulten raven, [5] => A couching lion and a ramping cat, [6] => And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff [7] => As puts me from my faith. I tell you what; [8] => He held me last night at least nine hours [9] => In reckoning up the several devils' names [10] => That were his lackeys: I cried 'hum,' and 'well, go to,' [11] => But mark'd him not a word. O, he is as tedious [12] => As a tired horse, a railing wife; [13] => Worse than a smoky house: I had rather live [14] => With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far, [15] => Than feed on cates and have him talk to me [16] => In any summer-house in Christendom. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In faith, he is a worthy gentleman, [1] => Exceedingly well read, and profited [2] => In strange concealments, valiant as a lion [3] => And as wondrous affable and as bountiful [4] => As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin? [5] => He holds your temper in a high respect [6] => And curbs himself even of his natural scope [7] => When you come 'cross his humour; faith, he does: [8] => I warrant you, that man is not alive [9] => Might so have tempted him as you have done, [10] => Without the taste of danger and reproof: [11] => But do not use it oft, let me entreat you. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame; [1] => And since your coming hither have done enough [2] => To put him quite beside his patience. [3] => You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault: [4] => Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,-- [5] => And that's the dearest grace it renders you,-- [6] => Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, [7] => Defect of manners, want of government, [8] => Pride, haughtiness, opinion and disdain: [9] => The least of which haunting a nobleman [10] => Loseth men's hearts and leaves behind a stain [11] => Upon the beauty of all parts besides, [12] => Beguiling them of commendation. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, I am school'd: good manners be your speed! [1] => Here come our wives, and let us take our leave. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is the deadly spite that angers me; [1] => My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My daughter weeps: she will not part with you; [1] => She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy [1] => Shall follow in your conduct speedily. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She is desperate here; a peevish self-wind harlotry, [1] => one that no persuasion can do good upon. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh [1] => Which thou pour'st down from these swelling heavens [2] => I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, [3] => In such a parley should I answer thee. [4] => I understand thy kisses and thou mine, [5] => And that's a feeling disputation: [6] => But I will never be a truant, love, [7] => Till I have learned thy language; for thy tongue [8] => Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, [9] => Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, [10] => With ravishing division, to her lute. ) [STAGEDIR] => The lady speaks again in Welsh ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => O, I am ignorance itself in this! ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down [1] => And rest your gentle head upon her lap, [2] => And she will sing the song that pleaseth you [3] => And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep. [4] => Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness, [5] => Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep [6] => As is the difference betwixt day and night [7] => The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team [8] => Begins his golden progress in the east. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With all my heart I'll sit and hear her sing: [1] => By that time will our book, I think, be drawn ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do so; [1] => And those musicians that shall play to you [2] => Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence, [3] => And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come, [1] => quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => Go, ye giddy goose. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh; [1] => And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous. [2] => By'r lady, he is a good musician. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then should you be nothing but musical for you are [1] => altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief, [2] => and hear the lady sing in Welsh. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish. ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => Wouldst thou have thy head broken? ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => No. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => Then be still. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Neither;'tis a woman's fault. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => Now God help thee! ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => To the Welsh lady's bed. ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => What's that? ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Peace! she sings. ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => Not mine, in good sooth. ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not yours, in good sooth! Heart! you swear like a [1] => comfit-maker's wife. 'Not you, in good sooth,' and [2] => 'as true as I live,' and 'as God shall mend me,' and [3] => 'as sure as day,' [4] => And givest such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, [5] => As if thou never walk'st further than Finsbury. [6] => Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, [7] => A good mouth-filling oath, and leave 'in sooth,' [8] => And such protest of pepper-gingerbread, [9] => To velvet-guards and Sunday-citizens. [10] => Come, sing. ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => I will not sing. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast [1] => teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away [2] => within these two hours; and so, come in when ye will. ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLENDOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, come, Lord Mortimer; you are as slow [1] => As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go. [2] => By this our book is drawn; we'll but seal, [3] => And then to horse immediately. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => With all my heart. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. London. The palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE HENRY, and others [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and I [1] => Must have some private conference; but be near at hand, [2] => For we shall presently have need of you. [3] => I know not whether God will have it so, [4] => For some displeasing service I have done, [5] => That, in his secret doom, out of my blood [6] => He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me; [7] => But thou dost in thy passages of life [8] => Make me believe that thou art only mark'd [9] => For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven [10] => To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else, [11] => Could such inordinate and low desires, [12] => Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, [13] => Such barren pleasures, rude society, [14] => As thou art match'd withal and grafted to, [15] => Accompany the greatness of thy blood [16] => And hold their level with thy princely heart? ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt Lords ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So please your majesty, I would I could [1] => Quit all offences with as clear excuse [2] => As well as I am doubtless I can purge [3] => Myself of many I am charged withal: [4] => Yet such extenuation let me beg, [5] => As, in reproof of many tales devised, [6] => which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear, [7] => By smiling pick-thanks and base news-mongers, [8] => I may, for some things true, wherein my youth [9] => Hath faulty wander'd and irregular, [10] => Find pardon on my true submission. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God pardon thee! yet let me wonder, Harry, [1] => At thy affections, which do hold a wing [2] => Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors. [3] => Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost. [4] => Which by thy younger brother is supplied, [5] => And art almost an alien to the hearts [6] => Of all the court and princes of my blood: [7] => The hope and expectation of thy time [8] => Is ruin'd, and the soul of every man [9] => Prophetically doth forethink thy fall. [10] => Had I so lavish of my presence been, [11] => So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men, [12] => So stale and cheap to vulgar company, [13] => Opinion, that did help me to the crown, [14] => Had still kept loyal to possession [15] => And left me in reputeless banishment, [16] => A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. [17] => By being seldom seen, I could not stir [18] => But like a comet I was wonder'd at; [19] => That men would tell their children 'This is he;' [20] => Others would say 'Where, which is Bolingbroke?' [21] => And then I stole all courtesy from heaven, [22] => And dress'd myself in such humility [23] => That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, [24] => Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths, [25] => Even in the presence of the crowned king. [26] => Thus did I keep my person fresh and new; [27] => My presence, like a robe pontifical, [28] => Ne'er seen but wonder'd at: and so my state, [29] => Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast [30] => And won by rareness such solemnity. [31] => The skipping king, he ambled up and down [32] => With shallow jesters and rash bavin wits, [33] => Soon kindled and soon burnt; carded his state, [34] => Mingled his royalty with capering fools, [35] => Had his great name profaned with their scorns [36] => And gave his countenance, against his name, [37] => To laugh at gibing boys and stand the push [38] => Of every beardless vain comparative, [39] => Grew a companion to the common streets, [40] => Enfeoff'd himself to popularity; [41] => That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes, [42] => They surfeited with honey and began [43] => To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little [44] => More than a little is by much too much. [45] => So when he had occasion to be seen, [46] => He was but as the cuckoo is in June, [47] => Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes [48] => As, sick and blunted with community, [49] => Afford no extraordinary gaze, [50] => Such as is bent on sun-like majesty [51] => When it shines seldom in admiring eyes; [52] => But rather drowzed and hung their eyelids down, [53] => Slept in his face and render'd such aspect [54] => As cloudy men use to their adversaries, [55] => Being with his presence glutted, gorged and full. [56] => And in that very line, Harry, standest thou; [57] => For thou has lost thy princely privilege [58] => With vile participation: not an eye [59] => But is a-weary of thy common sight, [60] => Save mine, which hath desired to see thee more; [61] => Which now doth that I would not have it do, [62] => Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord, [1] => Be more myself. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For all the world [1] => As thou art to this hour was Richard then [2] => When I from France set foot at Ravenspurgh, [3] => And even as I was then is Percy now. [4] => Now, by my sceptre and my soul to boot, [5] => He hath more worthy interest to the state [6] => Than thou the shadow of succession; [7] => For of no right, nor colour like to right, [8] => He doth fill fields with harness in the realm, [9] => Turns head against the lion's armed jaws, [10] => And, being no more in debt to years than thou, [11] => Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on [12] => To bloody battles and to bruising arms. [13] => What never-dying honour hath he got [14] => Against renowned Douglas! whose high deeds, [15] => Whose hot incursions and great name in arms [16] => Holds from all soldiers chief majority [17] => And military title capital [18] => Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ: [19] => Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathling clothes, [20] => This infant warrior, in his enterprises [21] => Discomfited great Douglas, ta'en him once, [22] => Enlarged him and made a friend of him, [23] => To fill the mouth of deep defiance up [24] => And shake the peace and safety of our throne. [25] => And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland, [26] => The Archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer, [27] => Capitulate against us and are up. [28] => But wherefore do I tell these news to thee? [29] => Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes, [30] => Which art my near'st and dearest enemy? [31] => Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear, [32] => Base inclination and the start of spleen [33] => To fight against me under Percy's pay, [34] => To dog his heels and curtsy at his frowns, [35] => To show how much thou art degenerate. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do not think so; you shall not find it so: [1] => And God forgive them that so much have sway'd [2] => Your majesty's good thoughts away from me! [3] => I will redeem all this on Percy's head [4] => And in the closing of some glorious day [5] => Be bold to tell you that I am your son; [6] => When I will wear a garment all of blood [7] => And stain my favours in a bloody mask, [8] => Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it: [9] => And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights, [10] => That this same child of honour and renown, [11] => This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight, [12] => And your unthought-of Harry chance to meet. [13] => For every honour sitting on his helm, [14] => Would they were multitudes, and on my head [15] => My shames redoubled! for the time will come, [16] => That I shall make this northern youth exchange [17] => His glorious deeds for my indignities. [18] => Percy is but my factor, good my lord, [19] => To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf; [20] => And I will call him to so strict account, [21] => That he shall render every glory up, [22] => Yea, even the slightest worship of his time, [23] => Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart. [24] => This, in the name of God, I promise here: [25] => The which if He be pleased I shall perform, [26] => I do beseech your majesty may salve [27] => The long-grown wounds of my intemperance: [28] => If not, the end of life cancels all bands; [29] => And I will die a hundred thousand deaths [30] => Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A hundred thousand rebels die in this: [1] => Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust herein. [2] => How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter BLUNT ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR WALTER BLUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So hath the business that I come to speak of. [1] => Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word [2] => That Douglas and the English rebels met [3] => The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury [4] => A mighty and a fearful head they are, [5] => If promises be kept on every hand, [6] => As ever offer'd foul play in the state. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The Earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day; [1] => With him my son, Lord John of Lancaster; [2] => For this advertisement is five days old: [3] => On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set forward; [4] => On Thursday we ourselves will march: our meeting [5] => Is Bridgenorth: and, Harry, you shall march [6] => Through Gloucestershire; by which account, [7] => Our business valued, some twelve days hence [8] => Our general forces at Bridgenorth shall meet. [9] => Our hands are full of business: let's away; [10] => Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => Scene III Eastcheap. The Boar's-Head Tavern. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH [1] => Exit PRINCE HENRY [2] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this last [1] => action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why my [2] => skin hangs about me like an like an old lady's loose [3] => gown; I am withered like an old apple-john. Well, [4] => I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some [5] => liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I [6] => shall have no strength to repent. An I have not [7] => forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I [8] => am a peppercorn, a brewer's horse: the inside of a [9] => church! Company, villanous company, hath been the [10] => spoil of me. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, there is it: come sing me a bawdy song; make [1] => me merry. I was as virtuously given as a gentleman [2] => need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not [3] => above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once [4] => in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I [5] => borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in [6] => good compass: and now I live out of all order, out [7] => of all compass. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you must needs [1] => be out of all compass, out of all reasonable [2] => compass, Sir John. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life: [1] => thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in [2] => the poop, but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the [3] => Knight of the Burning Lamp. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it as many [1] => a man doth of a Death's-head or a memento mori: I [2] => never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire and [3] => Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his [4] => robes, burning, burning. If thou wert any way [5] => given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath [6] => should be 'By this fire, that's God's angel:' but [7] => thou art altogether given over; and wert indeed, but [8] => for the light in thy face, the son of utter [9] => darkness. When thou rannest up Gadshill in the [10] => night to catch my horse, if I did not think thou [11] => hadst been an ignis fatuus or a ball of wildfire, [12] => there's no purchase in money. O, thou art a [13] => perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light! [14] => Thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and [15] => torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt [16] => tavern and tavern: but the sack that thou hast [17] => drunk me would have bought me lights as good cheap [18] => at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have [19] => maintained that salamander of yours with fire any [20] => time this two and thirty years; God reward me for [21] => it! ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => 'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly! ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burned. [1] => How now, Dame Partlet the hen! have you inquired [2] => yet who picked my pocket? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter Hostess ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, Sir John, what do you think, Sir John? do you [1] => think I keep thieves in my house? I have searched, [2] => I have inquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy [3] => by boy, servant by servant: the tithe of a hair [4] => was never lost in my house before. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ye lie, hostess: Bardolph was shaved and lost many [1] => a hair; and I'll be sworn my pocket was picked. Go [2] => to, you are a woman, go. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who, I? no; I defy thee: God's light, I was never [1] => called so in mine own house before. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Go to, I know you well enough. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, Sir John; You do not know me, Sir John. I know [1] => you, Sir John: you owe me money, Sir John; and now [2] => you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I bought [3] => you a dozen of shirts to your back. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to [1] => bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight [1] => shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, Sir [2] => John, for your diet and by-drinkings, and money lent [3] => you, four and twenty pound. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => He had his part of it; let him pay. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How! poor? look upon his face; what call you rich? [1] => let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks: [2] => Ill not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker [3] => of me? shall I not take mine case in mine inn but I [4] => shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a [5] => seal-ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Jesu, I have heard the prince tell him, I know not [1] => how oft, that ring was copper! ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup: 'sblood, an [1] => he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog, if he [2] => would say so. [3] => How now, lad! is the wind in that door, i' faith? [4] => must we all march? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter PRINCE HENRY and PETO, marching, and FALSTAFF meets them playing on his truncheon like a life ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => My lord, I pray you, hear me. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What sayest thou, Mistress Quickly? How doth thy [1] => husband? I love him well; he is an honest man. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Good my lord, hear me. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Prithee, let her alone, and list to me. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => What sayest thou, Jack? ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The other night I fell asleep here behind the arras [1] => and had my pocket picked: this house is turned [2] => bawdy-house; they pick pockets. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => What didst thou lose, Jack? ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds of [1] => forty pound apiece, and a seal-ring of my [2] => grandfather's. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => A trifle, some eight-penny matter. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So I told him, my lord; and I said I heard your [1] => grace say so: and, my lord, he speaks most vilely [2] => of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is; and said [3] => he would cudgel you. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => What! he did not? ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed [1] => prune; nor no more truth in thee than in a drawn [2] => fox; and for womanhood, Maid Marian may be the [3] => deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing, [4] => go ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Say, what thing? what thing? ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => What thing! why, a thing to thank God on. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am no thing to thank God on, I would thou [1] => shouldst know it; I am an honest man's wife: and, [2] => setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to [3] => call me so. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say [1] => otherwise. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Say, what beast, thou knave, thou? ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => What beast! why, an otter. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => An otter, Sir John! Why an otter? ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, she's neither fish nor flesh; a man knows not [1] => where to have her. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou art an unjust man in saying so: thou or any [1] => man knows where to have me, thou knave, thou! ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly. ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So he doth you, my lord; and said this other day you [1] => ought him a thousand pound. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound? ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A thousand pound, Ha! a million: thy love is worth [1] => a million: thou owest me thy love. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Hostess [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said he would [1] => cudgel you. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Did I, Bardolph? ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Indeed, Sir John, you said so. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Yea, if he said my ring was copper. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => I say 'tis copper: darest thou be as good as thy word now? ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, I dare: [1] => but as thou art prince, I fear thee as I fear the [2] => roaring of a lion's whelp. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => And why not as the lion? ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king is to be feared as the lion: dost thou [1] => think I'll fear thee as I fear thy father? nay, an [2] => I do, I pray God my girdle break. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about thy [1] => knees! But, sirrah, there's no room for faith, [2] => truth, nor honesty in this bosom of thine; it is all [3] => filled up with guts and midriff. Charge an honest [4] => woman with picking thy pocket! why, thou whoreson, [5] => impudent, embossed rascal, if there were anything in [6] => thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of [7] => bawdy-houses, and one poor penny-worth of [8] => sugar-candy to make thee long-winded, if thy pocket [9] => were enriched with any other injuries but these, I [10] => am a villain: and yet you will stand to if; you will [11] => not pocket up wrong: art thou not ashamed? ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest in the state of [1] => innocency Adam fell; and what should poor Jack [2] => Falstaff do in the days of villany? Thou seest I [3] => have more flesh than another man, and therefore more [4] => frailty. You confess then, you picked my pocket? ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => It appears so by the story. ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hostess, I forgive thee: go, make ready breakfast; [1] => love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy [2] => guests: thou shalt find me tractable to any honest [3] => reason: thou seest I am pacified still. Nay, [4] => prithee, be gone. [5] => Now Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery, [6] => lad, how is that answered? ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Hostess ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to [1] => thee: the money is paid back again. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double labour. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => I am good friends with my father and may do any thing. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, and [1] => do it with unwashed hands too. ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Do, my lord. ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot. ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would it had been of horse. Where shall I find [1] => one that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of the [2] => age of two and twenty or thereabouts! I am [3] => heinously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for [4] => these rebels, they offend none but the virtuous: I [5] => laud them, I praise them. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Bardolph! ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => My lord? ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster, to my [1] => brother John; this to my Lord of Westmoreland. [2] => Go, Peto, to horse, to horse; for thou and I have [3] => thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time. [4] => Jack, meet me to-morrow in the temple hall at two [5] => o'clock in the afternoon. [6] => There shalt thou know thy charge; and there receive [7] => Money and order for their furniture. [8] => The land is burning; Percy stands on high; [9] => And either we or they must lower lie. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exit Bardolph [1] => Exit Peto ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Rare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come! [1] => O, I could wish this tavern were my drum! ) ) ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT IV [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, and DOUGLAS [1] => Enter SIR RICHARD VERNON [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well said, my noble Scot: if speaking truth [1] => In this fine age were not thought flattery, [2] => Such attribution should the Douglas have, [3] => As not a soldier of this season's stamp [4] => Should go so general current through the world. [5] => By God, I cannot flatter; I do defy [6] => The tongues of soothers; but a braver place [7] => In my heart's love hath no man than yourself: [8] => Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou art the king of honour: [1] => No man so potent breathes upon the ground [2] => But I will beard him. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do so, and 'tis well. [1] => What letters hast thou there?--I can but thank you. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter a Messenger with letters ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => These letters come from your father. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Letters from him! why comes he not himself? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => He cannot come, my lord; he is grievous sick. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick [1] => In such a rustling time? Who leads his power? [2] => Under whose government come they along? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => I prithee, tell me, doth he keep his bed? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth; [1] => And at the time of my departure thence [2] => He was much fear'd by his physicians. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would the state of time had first been whole [1] => Ere he by sickness had been visited: [2] => His health was never better worth than now. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect [1] => The very life-blood of our enterprise; [2] => 'Tis catching hither, even to our camp. [3] => He writes me here, that inward sickness-- [4] => And that his friends by deputation could not [5] => So soon be drawn, nor did he think it meet [6] => To lay so dangerous and dear a trust [7] => On any soul removed but on his own. [8] => Yet doth he give us bold advertisement, [9] => That with our small conjunction we should on, [10] => To see how fortune is disposed to us; [11] => For, as he writes, there is no quailing now. [12] => Because the king is certainly possess'd [13] => Of all our purposes. What say you to it? ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Your father's sickness is a maim to us. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off: [1] => And yet, in faith, it is not; his present want [2] => Seems more than we shall find it: were it good [3] => To set the exact wealth of all our states [4] => All at one cast? to set so rich a main [5] => On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour? [6] => It were not good; for therein should we read [7] => The very bottom and the soul of hope, [8] => The very list, the very utmost bound [9] => Of all our fortunes. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Faith, and so we should; [1] => Where now remains a sweet reversion: [2] => We may boldly spend upon the hope of what [3] => Is to come in: [4] => A comfort of retirement lives in this. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A rendezvous, a home to fly unto. [1] => If that the devil and mischance look big [2] => Upon the maidenhead of our affairs. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But yet I would your father had been here. [1] => The quality and hair of our attempt [2] => Brooks no division: it will be thought [3] => By some, that know not why he is away, [4] => That wisdom, loyalty and mere dislike [5] => Of our proceedings kept the earl from hence: [6] => And think how such an apprehension [7] => May turn the tide of fearful faction [8] => And breed a kind of question in our cause; [9] => For well you know we of the offering side [10] => Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement, [11] => And stop all sight-holes, every loop from whence [12] => The eye of reason may pry in upon us: [13] => This absence of your father's draws a curtain, [14] => That shows the ignorant a kind of fear [15] => Before not dreamt of. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You strain too far. [1] => I rather of his absence make this use: [2] => It lends a lustre and more great opinion, [3] => A larger dare to our great enterprise, [4] => Than if the earl were here; for men must think, [5] => If we without his help can make a head [6] => To push against a kingdom, with his help [7] => We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down. [8] => Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As heart can think: there is not such a word [1] => Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => My cousin Vernon, welcome, by my soul. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray God my news be worth a welcome, lord. [1] => The Earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong, [2] => Is marching hitherwards; with him Prince John. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => No harm: what more? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And further, I have learn'd, [1] => The king himself in person is set forth, [2] => Or hitherwards intended speedily, [3] => With strong and mighty preparation. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He shall be welcome too. Where is his son, [1] => The nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales, [2] => And his comrades, that daff'd the world aside, [3] => And bid it pass? ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All furnish'd, all in arms; [1] => All plumed like estridges that with the wind [2] => Baited like eagles having lately bathed; [3] => Glittering in golden coats, like images; [4] => As full of spirit as the month of May, [5] => And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer; [6] => Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls. [7] => I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, [8] => His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd [9] => Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, [10] => And vaulted with such ease into his seat, [11] => As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, [12] => To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus [13] => And witch the world with noble horsemanship. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No more, no more: worse than the sun in March, [1] => This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come: [2] => They come like sacrifices in their trim, [3] => And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war [4] => All hot and bleeding will we offer them: [5] => The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit [6] => Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire [7] => To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh [8] => And yet not ours. Come, let me taste my horse, [9] => Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt [10] => Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales: [11] => Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse, [12] => Meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse. [13] => O that Glendower were come! ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is more news: [1] => I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along, [2] => He cannot draw his power this fourteen days. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WORCESTER [LINE] => Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => What may the king's whole battle reach unto? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => To thirty thousand. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Forty let it be: [1] => My father and Glendower being both away, [2] => The powers of us may serve so great a day [3] => Come, let us take a muster speedily: [4] => Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Talk not of dying: I am out of fear [1] => Of death or death's hand for this one-half year. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. A public road near Coventry. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH [1] => Exit [2] => Enter the PRINCE and WESTMORELAND [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a [1] => bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march through; [2] => we'll to Sutton Co'fil' tonight. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Will you give me money, captain? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Lay out, lay out. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => This bottle makes an angel. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An if it do, take it for thy labour; and if it make [1] => twenty, take them all; I'll answer the coinage. Bid [2] => my lieutenant Peto meet me at town's end. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => I will, captain: farewell. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused [1] => gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably. [2] => I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty [3] => soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me [4] => none but good house-holders, yeoman's sons; inquire [5] => me out contracted bachelors, such as had been asked [6] => twice on the banns; such a commodity of warm slaves, [7] => as had as lieve hear the devil as a drum; such as [8] => fear the report of a caliver worse than a struck [9] => fowl or a hurt wild-duck. I pressed me none but such [10] => toasts-and-butter, with hearts in their bellies no [11] => bigger than pins' heads, and they have bought out [12] => their services; and now my whole charge consists of [13] => ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of [14] => companies, slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the [15] => painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked his [16] => sores; and such as indeed were never soldiers, but [17] => discarded unjust serving-men, younger sons to [18] => younger brothers, revolted tapsters and ostlers [19] => trade-fallen, the cankers of a calm world and a [20] => long peace, ten times more dishonourable ragged than [21] => an old faced ancient: and such have I, to fill up [22] => the rooms of them that have bought out their [23] => services, that you would think that I had a hundred [24] => and fifty tattered prodigals lately come from [25] => swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. A mad [26] => fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded [27] => all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye [28] => hath seen such scarecrows. I'll not march through [29] => Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the [30] => villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had [31] => gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of [32] => prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my [33] => company; and the half shirt is two napkins tacked [34] => together and thrown over the shoulders like an [35] => herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say [36] => the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's, or [37] => the red-nose innkeeper of Daventry. But that's all [38] => one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt! ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, Hal! how now, mad wag! what a devil dost thou [1] => in Warwickshire? My good Lord of Westmoreland, I [2] => cry you mercy: I thought your honour had already been [3] => at Shrewsbury. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Faith, Sir John,'tis more than time that I were [1] => there, and you too; but my powers are there already. [2] => The king, I can tell you, looks for us all: we must [3] => away all night. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat to [1] => steal cream. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think, to steal cream indeed, for thy theft hath [1] => already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, whose [2] => fellows are these that come after? ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Mine, Hal, mine. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => I did never see such pitiful rascals. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food [1] => for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better: [2] => tush, man, mortal men, mortal men. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor [1] => and bare, too beggarly. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had [1] => that; and for their bareness, I am sure they never [2] => learned that of me. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on [1] => the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste: Percy is [2] => already in the field. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => What, is the king encamped? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, [1] => To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast [2] => Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, DOUGLAS, and VERNON [1] => The trumpet sounds a parley [2] => Enter SIR WALTER BLUNT [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => We'll fight with him to-night. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => It may not be. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => You give him then the advantage. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Not a whit. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Why say you so? looks he not for supply? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => So do we. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => His is certain, ours is doubtful. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Good cousin, be advised; stir not tonight. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Do not, my lord. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You do not counsel well: [1] => You speak it out of fear and cold heart. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life, [1] => And I dare well maintain it with my life, [2] => If well-respected honour bid me on, [3] => I hold as little counsel with weak fear [4] => As you, my lord, or any Scot that this day lives: [5] => Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle [6] => Which of us fears. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => Yea, or to-night. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Content. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => To-night, say I. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, come it nay not be. I wonder much, [1] => Being men of such great leading as you are, [2] => That you foresee not what impediments [3] => Drag back our expedition: certain horse [4] => Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up: [5] => Your uncle Worcester's horse came but today; [6] => And now their pride and mettle is asleep, [7] => Their courage with hard labour tame and dull, [8] => That not a horse is half the half of himself. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So are the horses of the enemy [1] => In general, journey-bated and brought low: [2] => The better part of ours are full of rest. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The number of the king exceedeth ours: [1] => For God's sake. cousin, stay till all come in. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR WALTER BLUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I come with gracious offers from the king, [1] => if you vouchsafe me hearing and respect. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; and would to God [1] => You were of our determination! [2] => Some of us love you well; and even those some [3] => Envy your great deservings and good name, [4] => Because you are not of our quality, [5] => But stand against us like an enemy. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR WALTER BLUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And God defend but still I should stand so, [1] => So long as out of limit and true rule [2] => You stand against anointed majesty. [3] => But to my charge. The king hath sent to know [4] => The nature of your griefs, and whereupon [5] => You conjure from the breast of civil peace [6] => Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land [7] => Audacious cruelty. If that the king [8] => Have any way your good deserts forgot, [9] => Which he confesseth to be manifold, [10] => He bids you name your griefs; and with all speed [11] => You shall have your desires with interest [12] => And pardon absolute for yourself and these [13] => Herein misled by your suggestion. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king is kind; and well we know the king [1] => Knows at what time to promise, when to pay. [2] => My father and my uncle and myself [3] => Did give him that same royalty he wears; [4] => And when he was not six and twenty strong, [5] => Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low, [6] => A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home, [7] => My father gave him welcome to the shore; [8] => And when he heard him swear and vow to God [9] => He came but to be Duke of Lancaster, [10] => To sue his livery and beg his peace, [11] => With tears of innocency and terms of zeal, [12] => My father, in kind heart and pity moved, [13] => Swore him assistance and perform'd it too. [14] => Now when the lords and barons of the realm [15] => Perceived Northumberland did lean to him, [16] => The more and less came in with cap and knee; [17] => Met him in boroughs, cities, villages, [18] => Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes, [19] => Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths, [20] => Gave him their heirs, as pages follow'd him [21] => Even at the heels in golden multitudes. [22] => He presently, as greatness knows itself, [23] => Steps me a little higher than his vow [24] => Made to my father, while his blood was poor, [25] => Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurgh; [26] => And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform [27] => Some certain edicts and some strait decrees [28] => That lie too heavy on the commonwealth, [29] => Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep [30] => Over his country's wrongs; and by this face, [31] => This seeming brow of justice, did he win [32] => The hearts of all that he did angle for; [33] => Proceeded further; cut me off the heads [34] => Of all the favourites that the absent king [35] => In deputation left behind him here, [36] => When he was personal in the Irish war. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR WALTER BLUNT [LINE] => Tut, I came not to hear this. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then to the point. [1] => In short time after, he deposed the king; [2] => Soon after that, deprived him of his life; [3] => And in the neck of that, task'd the whole state: [4] => To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman March, [5] => Who is, if every owner were well placed, [6] => Indeed his king, to be engaged in Wales, [7] => There without ransom to lie forfeited; [8] => Disgraced me in my happy victories, [9] => Sought to entrap me by intelligence; [10] => Rated mine uncle from the council-board; [11] => In rage dismiss'd my father from the court; [12] => Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong, [13] => And in conclusion drove us to seek out [14] => This head of safety; and withal to pry [15] => Into his title, the which we find [16] => Too indirect for long continuance. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR WALTER BLUNT [LINE] => Shall I return this answer to the king? ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not so, Sir Walter: we'll withdraw awhile. [1] => Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd [2] => Some surety for a safe return again, [3] => And in the morning early shall my uncle [4] => Bring him our purposes: and so farewell. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR WALTER BLUNT [LINE] => I would you would accept of grace and love. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => And may be so we shall. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR WALTER BLUNT [LINE] => Pray God you do. ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. York. The ARCHBISHOP'S palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK and SIR MICHAEL [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hie, good Sir Michael; bear this sealed brief [1] => With winged haste to the lord marshal; [2] => This to my cousin Scroop, and all the rest [3] => To whom they are directed. If you knew [4] => How much they do to import, you would make haste. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR MICHAEL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My good lord, [1] => I guess their tenor. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Like enough you do. [1] => To-morrow, good Sir Michael, is a day [2] => Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men [3] => Must bide the touch; for, sir, at Shrewsbury, [4] => As I am truly given to understand, [5] => The king with mighty and quick-raised power [6] => Meets with Lord Harry: and, I fear, Sir Michael, [7] => What with the sickness of Northumberland, [8] => Whose power was in the first proportion, [9] => And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence, [10] => Who with them was a rated sinew too [11] => And comes not in, o'er-ruled by prophecies, [12] => I fear the power of Percy is too weak [13] => To wage an instant trial with the king. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR MICHAEL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, my good lord, you need not fear; [1] => There is Douglas and Lord Mortimer. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => No, Mortimer is not there. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR MICHAEL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy, [1] => And there is my Lord of Worcester and a head [2] => Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn [1] => The special head of all the land together: [2] => The Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster, [3] => The noble Westmoreland and warlike Blunt; [4] => And moe corrivals and dear men [5] => Of estimation and command in arms. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR MICHAEL [LINE] => Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well opposed. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear; [1] => And, to prevent the worst, Sir Michael, speed: [2] => For if Lord Percy thrive not, ere the king [3] => Dismiss his power, he means to visit us, [4] => For he hath heard of our confederacy, [5] => And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him: [6] => Therefore make haste. I must go write again [7] => To other friends; and so farewell, Sir Michael. ) ) ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT V [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. KING HENRY IV's camp near Shrewsbury. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, Lord John of LANCASTER, EARL OF WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and FALSTAFF [1] => Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON [2] => Exeunt all but PRINCE HENRY and FALSTAFF [3] => Exit PRINCE HENRY [4] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How bloodily the sun begins to peer [1] => Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale [2] => At his distemperature. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The southern wind [1] => Doth play the trumpet to his purposes, [2] => And by his hollow whistling in the leaves [3] => Foretells a tempest and a blustering day. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then with the losers let it sympathize, [1] => For nothing can seem foul to those that win. [2] => How now, my Lord of Worcester! 'tis not well [3] => That you and I should meet upon such terms [4] => As now we meet. You have deceived our trust, [5] => And made us doff our easy robes of peace, [6] => To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel: [7] => This is not well, my lord, this is not well. [8] => What say you to it? will you again unknit [9] => This curlish knot of all-abhorred war? [10] => And move in that obedient orb again [11] => Where you did give a fair and natural light, [12] => And be no more an exhaled meteor, [13] => A prodigy of fear and a portent [14] => Of broached mischief to the unborn times? ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => The trumpet sounds [1] => Enter WORCESTER and VERNON ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hear me, my liege: [1] => For mine own part, I could be well content [2] => To entertain the lag-end of my life [3] => With quiet hours; for I do protest, [4] => I have not sought the day of this dislike. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => You have not sought it! how comes it, then? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Peace, chewet, peace! ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It pleased your majesty to turn your looks [1] => Of favour from myself and all our house; [2] => And yet I must remember you, my lord, [3] => We were the first and dearest of your friends. [4] => For you my staff of office did I break [5] => In Richard's time; and posted day and night [6] => to meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, [7] => When yet you were in place and in account [8] => Nothing so strong and fortunate as I. [9] => It was myself, my brother and his son, [10] => That brought you home and boldly did outdare [11] => The dangers of the time. You swore to us, [12] => And you did swear that oath at Doncaster, [13] => That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state; [14] => Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right, [15] => The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster: [16] => To this we swore our aid. But in short space [17] => It rain'd down fortune showering on your head; [18] => And such a flood of greatness fell on you, [19] => What with our help, what with the absent king, [20] => What with the injuries of a wanton time, [21] => The seeming sufferances that you had borne, [22] => And the contrarious winds that held the king [23] => So long in his unlucky Irish wars [24] => That all in England did repute him dead: [25] => And from this swarm of fair advantages [26] => You took occasion to be quickly woo'd [27] => To gripe the general sway into your hand; [28] => Forget your oath to us at Doncaster; [29] => And being fed by us you used us so [30] => As that ungentle hull, the cuckoo's bird, [31] => Useth the sparrow; did oppress our nest; [32] => Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk [33] => That even our love durst not come near your sight [34] => For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing [35] => We were enforced, for safety sake, to fly [36] => Out of sight and raise this present head; [37] => Whereby we stand opposed by such means [38] => As you yourself have forged against yourself [39] => By unkind usage, dangerous countenance, [40] => And violation of all faith and troth [41] => Sworn to us in your younger enterprise. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => These things indeed you have articulate, [1] => Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches, [2] => To face the garment of rebellion [3] => With some fine colour that may please the eye [4] => Of fickle changelings and poor discontents, [5] => Which gape and rub the elbow at the news [6] => Of hurlyburly innovation: [7] => And never yet did insurrection want [8] => Such water-colours to impaint his cause; [9] => Nor moody beggars, starving for a time [10] => Of pellmell havoc and confusion. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In both your armies there is many a soul [1] => Shall pay full dearly for this encounter, [2] => If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew, [3] => The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world [4] => In praise of Henry Percy: by my hopes, [5] => This present enterprise set off his head, [6] => I do not think a braver gentleman, [7] => More active-valiant or more valiant-young, [8] => More daring or more bold, is now alive [9] => To grace this latter age with noble deeds. [10] => For my part, I may speak it to my shame, [11] => I have a truant been to chivalry; [12] => And so I hear he doth account me too; [13] => Yet this before my father's majesty-- [14] => I am content that he shall take the odds [15] => Of his great name and estimation, [16] => And will, to save the blood on either side, [17] => Try fortune with him in a single fight. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And, Prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee, [1] => Albeit considerations infinite [2] => Do make against it. No, good Worcester, no, [3] => We love our people well; even those we love [4] => That are misled upon your cousin's part; [5] => And, will they take the offer of our grace, [6] => Both he and they and you, every man [7] => Shall be my friend again and I'll be his: [8] => So tell your cousin, and bring me word [9] => What he will do: but if he will not yield, [10] => Rebuke and dread correction wait on us [11] => And they shall do their office. So, be gone; [12] => We will not now be troubled with reply: [13] => We offer fair; take it advisedly. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It will not be accepted, on my life: [1] => The Douglas and the Hotspur both together [2] => Are confident against the world in arms. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge; [1] => For, on their answer, will we set on them: [2] => And God befriend us, as our cause is just! ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hal, if thou see me down in the battle and bestride [1] => me, so; 'tis a point of friendship. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship. [1] => Say thy prayers, and farewell. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => I would 'twere bed-time, Hal, and all well. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Why, thou owest God a death. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before [1] => his day. What need I be so forward with him that [2] => calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour pricks [3] => me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I [4] => come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or [5] => an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. [6] => Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is [7] => honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what [8] => is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? [9] => he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. [10] => Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then. Yea, [11] => to the dead. But will it not live with the living? [12] => no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore [13] => I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so [14] => ends my catechism. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The rebel camp. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter WORCESTER and VERNON [1] => Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS [2] => Exit [3] => Re-enter the EARL OF DOUGLAS [4] => Enter a Messenger [5] => Enter another Messenger [6] => The trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard, [1] => The liberal and kind offer of the king. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => 'Twere best he did. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then are we all undone. [1] => It is not possible, it cannot be, [2] => The king should keep his word in loving us; [3] => He will suspect us still and find a time [4] => To punish this offence in other faults: [5] => Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes; [6] => For treason is but trusted like the fox, [7] => Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd and lock'd up, [8] => Will have a wild trick of his ancestors. [9] => Look how we can, or sad or merrily, [10] => Interpretation will misquote our looks, [11] => And we shall feed like oxen at a stall, [12] => The better cherish'd, still the nearer death. [13] => My nephew's trespass may be well forgot; [14] => it hath the excuse of youth and heat of blood, [15] => And an adopted name of privilege, [16] => A hair-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen: [17] => All his offences live upon my head [18] => And on his father's; we did train him on, [19] => And, his corruption being ta'en from us, [20] => We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all. [21] => Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know, [22] => In any case, the offer of the king. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Deliver what you will; I'll say 'tis so. [1] => Here comes your cousin. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My uncle is return'd: [1] => Deliver up my Lord of Westmoreland. [2] => Uncle, what news? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => The king will bid you battle presently. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => Defy him by the Lord of Westmoreland. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => Marry, and shall, and very willingly. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => There is no seeming mercy in the king. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Did you beg any? God forbid! ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I told him gently of our grievances, [1] => Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus, [2] => By now forswearing that he is forsworn: [3] => He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge [4] => With haughty arms this hateful name in us. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown [1] => A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth, [2] => And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it; [3] => Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king, [1] => And, nephew, challenged you to single fight. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads, [1] => And that no man might draw short breath today [2] => But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me, [3] => How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, by my soul; I never in my life [1] => Did hear a challenge urged more modestly, [2] => Unless a brother should a brother dare [3] => To gentle exercise and proof of arms. [4] => He gave you all the duties of a man; [5] => Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue, [6] => Spoke to your deservings like a chronicle, [7] => Making you ever better than his praise [8] => By still dispraising praise valued in you; [9] => And, which became him like a prince indeed, [10] => He made a blushing cital of himself; [11] => And chid his truant youth with such a grace [12] => As if he master'd there a double spirit. [13] => Of teaching and of learning instantly. [14] => There did he pause: but let me tell the world, [15] => If he outlive the envy of this day, [16] => England did never owe so sweet a hope, [17] => So much misconstrued in his wantonness. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cousin, I think thou art enamoured [1] => On his follies: never did I hear [2] => Of any prince so wild a libertine. [3] => But be he as he will, yet once ere night [4] => I will embrace him with a soldier's arm, [5] => That he shall shrink under my courtesy. [6] => Arm, arm with speed: and, fellows, soldiers, friends, [7] => Better consider what you have to do [8] => Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue, [9] => Can lift your blood up with persuasion. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => My lord, here are letters for you. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I cannot read them now. [1] => O gentlemen, the time of life is short! [2] => To spend that shortness basely were too long, [3] => If life did ride upon a dial's point, [4] => Still ending at the arrival of an hour. [5] => An if we live, we live to tread on kings; [6] => If die, brave death, when princes die with us! [7] => Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair, [8] => When the intent of bearing them is just. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, [1] => For I profess not talking; only this-- [2] => Let each man do his best: and here draw I [3] => A sword, whose temper I intend to stain [4] => With the best blood that I can meet withal [5] => In the adventure of this perilous day. [6] => Now, Esperance! Percy! and set on. [7] => Sound all the lofty instruments of war, [8] => And by that music let us all embrace; [9] => For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall [10] => A second time do such a courtesy. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Plain between the camps. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => KING HENRY enters with his power. Alarum to the battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and SIR WALTER BLUNT [1] => They fight. DOUGLAS kills SIR WALTER BLUNT. Enter HOTSPUR [2] => Exit Act [3] => Alarum. Enter FALSTAFF, solus [4] => Enter PRINCE HENRY [5] => PRINCE HENRY draws it out, and finds it to be a bottle of sack [6] => He throws the bottle at him. Exit [7] => Exit FALSTAFF ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR WALTER BLUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What is thy name, that in the battle thus [1] => Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek [2] => Upon my head? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Know then, my name is Douglas; [1] => And I do haunt thee in the battle thus [2] => Because some tell me that thou art a king. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR WALTER BLUNT [LINE] => They tell thee true. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought [1] => Thy likeness, for instead of thee, King Harry, [2] => This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee, [3] => Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR WALTER BLUNT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot; [1] => And thou shalt find a king that will revenge [2] => Lord Stafford's death. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus, [1] => never had triumph'd upon a Scot. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Where? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => Here. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well: [1] => A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; [2] => Semblably furnish'd like the king himself. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! [1] => A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear: [2] => Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => The king hath many marching in his coats. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats; [1] => I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece, [2] => Until I meet the king. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Up, and away! [1] => Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear [1] => the shot here; here's no scoring but upon the pate. [2] => Soft! who are you? Sir Walter Blunt: there's honour [3] => for you! here's no vanity! I am as hot as moulten [4] => lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I [5] => need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have [6] => led my ragamuffins where they are peppered: there's [7] => not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and [8] => they are for the town's end, to beg during life. [9] => But who comes here? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword: [1] => Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff [2] => Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, [3] => Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee, [4] => lend me thy sword. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile. [1] => Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have [2] => done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee, [1] => lend me thy sword. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st [1] => not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Give it to me: what, is it in the case? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => What, is it a time to jest and dally now? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do [1] => come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his [2] => willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like [3] => not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give me [4] => life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes [5] => unlooked for, and there's an end. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Another part of the field. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Alarum. Excursions. Enter PRINCE HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, and EARL OF WESTMORELAND [1] => Exeunt LANCASTER and WESTMORELAND [2] => Exit [3] => Enter DOUGLAS [4] => They fight. KING HENRY being in danger, PRINCE HENRY enters [5] => Exit [6] => Enter HOTSPUR [7] => They fight [8] => Enter FALSTAFF [9] => Re-enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded, and falls [10] => Dies [11] => Exit PRINCE HENRY [12] => Takes up HOTSPUR on his back [13] => Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER [14] => Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and LANCASTER [15] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I prithee, [1] => Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much. [2] => Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I beseech your majesty, make up, [1] => Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will do so. [1] => My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help: [1] => And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive [2] => The Prince of Wales from such a field as this, [3] => Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, [4] => and rebels' arms triumph in massacres! ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmoreland, [1] => Our duty this way lies; for God's sake come. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster; [1] => I did not think thee lord of such a spirit: [2] => Before, I loved thee as a brother, John; [3] => But now, I do respect thee as my soul. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point [1] => With lustier maintenance than I did look for [2] => Of such an ungrown warrior. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, this boy [1] => Lends mettle to us all! ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads: [1] => I am the Douglas, fatal to all those [2] => That wear those colours on them: what art thou, [3] => That counterfeit'st the person of a king? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart [1] => So many of his shadows thou hast met [2] => And not the very king. I have two boys [3] => Seek Percy and thyself about the field: [4] => But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily, [5] => I will assay thee: so, defend thyself. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF DOUGLAS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I fear thou art another counterfeit; [1] => And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king: [2] => But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be, [3] => And thus I win thee. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like [1] => Never to hold it up again! the spirits [2] => Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms: [3] => It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee; [4] => Who never promiseth but he means to pay. [5] => Cheerly, my lord how fares your grace? [6] => Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent, [7] => And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton straight. ) [STAGEDIR] => They fight: DOUGLAS flies ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay, and breathe awhile: [1] => Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion, [2] => And show'd thou makest some tender of my life, [3] => In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O God! they did me too much injury [1] => That ever said I hearken'd for your death. [2] => If it were so, I might have let alone [3] => The insulting hand of Douglas over you, [4] => Which would have been as speedy in your end [5] => As all the poisonous potions in the world [6] => And saved the treacherous labour of your son. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => My name is Harry Percy. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, then I see [1] => A very valiant rebel of the name. [2] => I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, [3] => To share with me in glory any more: [4] => Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; [5] => Nor can one England brook a double reign, [6] => Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come [1] => To end the one of us; and would to God [2] => Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll make it greater ere I part from thee; [1] => And all the budding honours on thy crest [2] => I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => I can no longer brook thy vanities. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well said, Hal! to it Hal! Nay, you shall find no [1] => boy's play here, I can tell you. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOTSPUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth! [1] => I better brook the loss of brittle life [2] => Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; [3] => They wound my thoughts worse than sword my flesh: [4] => But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; [5] => And time, that takes survey of all the world, [6] => Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy, [7] => But that the earthy and cold hand of death [8] => Lies on my tongue: no, Percy, thou art dust [9] => And food for-- ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart! [1] => Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk! [2] => When that this body did contain a spirit, [3] => A kingdom for it was too small a bound; [4] => But now two paces of the vilest earth [5] => Is room enough: this earth that bears thee dead [6] => Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. [7] => If thou wert sensible of courtesy, [8] => I should not make so dear a show of zeal: [9] => But let my favours hide thy mangled face; [10] => And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself [11] => For doing these fair rites of tenderness. [12] => Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! [13] => Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, [14] => But not remember'd in thy epitaph! [15] => What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh [16] => Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! [17] => I could have better spared a better man: [18] => O, I should have a heavy miss of thee, [19] => If I were much in love with vanity! [20] => Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day, [21] => Though many dearer, in this bloody fray. [22] => Embowell'd will I see thee by and by: [23] => Till then in blood by noble Percy lie. ) [STAGEDIR] => He spieth FALSTAFF on the ground ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Rising up ) [1] => I'll give you leave to powder me and eat me too [2] => to-morrow. 'Sblood,'twas time to counterfeit, or [3] => that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. [4] => Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit: to die, [5] => is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the [6] => counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man: [7] => but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby [8] => liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and [9] => perfect image of life indeed. The better part of [10] => valour is discretion; in the which better part I [11] => have saved my life.'Zounds, I am afraid of this [12] => gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: how, if he [13] => should counterfeit too and rise? by my faith, I am [14] => afraid he would prove the better counterfeit. [15] => Therefore I'll make him sure; yea, and I'll swear I [16] => killed him. Why may not he rise as well as I? [17] => Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. [18] => Therefore, sirrah, [19] => with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me. ) [STAGEDIR] => Stabbing him ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd [1] => Thy maiden sword. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But, soft! whom have we here? [1] => Did you not tell me this fat man was dead? ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I did; I saw him dead, [1] => Breathless and bleeding on the ground. Art [2] => thou alive? [3] => Or is it fantasy that plays upon our eyesight? [4] => I prithee, speak; we will not trust our eyes [5] => Without our ears: thou art not what thou seem'st. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, that's certain; I am not a double man: but if I [1] => be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy: [2] => if your father will do me any honour, so; if not, let [3] => him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either [4] => earl or duke, I can assure you. ) [STAGEDIR] => Throwing the body down ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Why, Percy I killed myself and saw thee dead. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how this world is given to [1] => lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath; [2] => and so was he: but we rose both at an instant and [3] => fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be [4] => believed, so; if not, let them that should reward [5] => valour bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take [6] => it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the [7] => thigh: if the man were alive and would deny it, [8] => 'zounds, I would make him eat a piece of my sword. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => This is the strangest tale that ever I heard. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is the strangest fellow, brother John. [1] => Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: [2] => For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, [3] => I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. [4] => The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours. [5] => Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field, [6] => To see what friends are living, who are dead. ) [STAGEDIR] => A retreat is sounded ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that [1] => rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, [2] => I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and [3] => live cleanly as a nobleman should do. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. Another part of the field. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => The trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE HENRY, LORD JOHN LANCASTER, EARL OF WESTMORELAND, with WORCESTER and VERNON prisoners [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. [1] => Ill-spirited Worcester! did not we send grace, [2] => Pardon and terms of love to all of you? [3] => And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary? [4] => Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust? [5] => Three knights upon our party slain to-day, [6] => A noble earl and many a creature else [7] => Had been alive this hour, [8] => If like a Christian thou hadst truly borne [9] => Betwixt our armies true intelligence. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EARL OF WORCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What I have done my safety urged me to; [1] => And I embrace this fortune patiently, [2] => Since not to be avoided it falls on me. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bear Worcester to the death and Vernon too: [1] => Other offenders we will pause upon. [2] => How goes the field? ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw [1] => The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, [2] => The noble Percy slain, and all his men [3] => Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest; [4] => And falling from a hill, he was so bruised [5] => That the pursuers took him. At my tent [6] => The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace [7] => I may dispose of him. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => With all my heart. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you [1] => This honourable bounty shall belong: [2] => Go to the Douglas, and deliver him [3] => Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free: [4] => His valour shown upon our crests to-day [5] => Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds [6] => Even in the bosom of our adversaries. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I thank your grace for this high courtesy, [1] => Which I shall give away immediately. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then this remains, that we divide our power. [1] => You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland [2] => Towards York shall bend you with your dearest speed, [3] => To meet Northumberland and the prelate Scroop, [4] => Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: [5] => Myself and you, son Harry, will towards Wales, [6] => To fight with Glendower and the Earl of March. [7] => Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, [8] => Meeting the cheque of such another day: [9] => And since this business so fair is done, [10] => Let us not leave till all our own be won. ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )