King Henry IV, Part 2

    where to find me. [Exit PAGE] A pox of this gout! or, agout of    this pox! for the one or the other plays the rogue with mygreat    toe. 'Tis no matter if I do halt; I have the wars for mycolour,    and my pension shall seem the more reasonable. A good witwill    make use of anything. I will turn diseases to commodity.

Exit

SCENE III. York. The ARCHBISHOP'S palace

Enter the ARCHBISHOP, THOMAS MOWBRAY the EARL MARSHAL, LORD HASTINGS, and LORD BARDOLPH

  ARCHBISHOP. Thus have you heard our cause and known our means;    And, my most noble friends, I pray you all    Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes-    And first, Lord Marshal, what say you to it?  MOWBRAY. I well allow the occasion of our amis;    But gladly would be better satisfied    How, in our means, we should advance ourselves    To look with forehead bold and big enough    Upon the power and puissance of the King.  HASTINGS. Our present musters grow upon the file    To five and twenty thousand men of choice;    And our supplies live largely in the hope    Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns    With an incensed fire of injuries.  LORD BARDOLPH. The question then, Lord Hastings, standeth thus:    Whether our present five and twenty thousand    May hold up head without Northumberland?  HASTINGS. With him, we may.  LORD BARDOLPH. Yea, marry, there's the point;    But if without him we be thought too feeble,    My judgment is we should not step too far    Till we had his assistance by the hand;    For, in a theme so bloody-fac'd as this,    Conjecture, expectation, and surmise    Of aids incertain, should not be admitted.  ARCHBISHOP. 'Tis very true, Lord Bardolph; for indeed    It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury.  LORD BARDOLPH. It was, my lord; who lin'd himself with hope,    Eating the air and promise of supply,    Flatt'ring himself in project of a power    Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts;    And so, with great imagination    Proper to madmen, led his powers to death,    And, winking, leapt into destruction.  HASTINGS. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt    To lay down likelihoods and forms of hope.  LORD BARDOLPH. Yes, if this present quality of war-    Indeed the instant action, a cause on foot-    Lives so in hope, as in an early spring    We see th' appearing buds; which to prove fruit    Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair    That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build,    We first survey the plot, then draw the model;    And when we see the figure of the house,    Then we must rate the cost of the erection;    Which if we find outweighs ability,    What do we then but draw anew the model    In fewer offices, or at least desist    To build at all? Much more, in this great work —    Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down    And set another up – should we survey    The plot of situation and the model,    Consent upon a sure foundation,    Question surveyors, know our own estate    How able such a work to undergo-    To weigh against his opposite; or else    We fortify in paper and in figures,    Using the names of men instead of men;    Like one that draws the model of a house    Beyond his power to build it; who, half through,    Gives o'er and leaves his part-created cost    A naked subject to the weeping clouds    And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.  HASTINGS. Grant that our hopes – yet likely of fair birth —    Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd    The utmost man of expectation,    I think we are so a body strong enough,    Even as we are, to equal with the King.  LORD BARDOLPH. What, is the King but five and twenty thousand?  HASTINGS. To us no more; nay, not so much, Lord Bardolph;    For his divisions, as the times do brawl,    Are in three heads: one power against the French,    And one against Glendower; perforce a third    Must take up us. So is the unfirm King    In three divided; and his coffers sound    With hollow poverty and emptiness.  ARCHBISHOP. That he should draw his several strengths together    And come against us in full puissance    Need not be dreaded.  HASTINGS. If he should do so,    He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh    Baying at his heels. Never fear that.  LORD BARDOLPH. Who is it like should lead his forces hither?  HASTINGS. The Duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland;    Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth;    But who is substituted against the French    I have no certain notice.  ARCHBISHOP. Let us on,    And publish the occasion of our arms.    The commonwealth is sick of their own choice;    Their over-greedy love hath surfeited.    An habitation giddy and unsure    Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.    O thou fond many, with what loud applause    Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke    Before he was what thou wouldst have him be!    And being now trimm'd in thine own desires,    Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him    That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up.    So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge    Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;    And now thou wouldst eat thy dead vomit up,    And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these times?    They that, when Richard liv'd, would have him die    Are now become enamour'd on his grave.    Thou that threw'st dust upon his goodly head,    When through proud London he came sighing on    After th' admired heels of Bolingbroke,    Criest now 'O earth, yield us that king again,    And take thou this!' O thoughts of men accurs'd!    Past and to come seems best; things present, worst.  MOWBRAY. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on?  HASTINGS. We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.Exeunt

ACT II. SCENE I. London. A street

Enter HOSTESS with two officers, FANG and SNARE

  HOSTESS. Master Fang, have you ent'red the action?  FANG. It is ent'red.  HOSTESS. Where's your yeoman? Is't a lusty yeoman? Will 'astand    to't?  FANG. Sirrah, where's Snare?  HOSTESS. O Lord, ay! good Master Snare.  SNARE. Here, here.  FANG. Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.  HOSTESS. Yea, good Master Snare; I have ent'red him and all.  SNARE. It may chance cost some of our lives, for he will stab.  HOSTESS. Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabb'd me in mineown    house, and that most beastly. In good faith, 'a cares notwhat    mischief he does, if his weapon be out; he will foin like any    devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child.  FANG. If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.  HOSTESS. No, nor I neither; I'll be at your elbow.  FANG. An I but fist him once; an 'a come but within my vice!  HOSTESS. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's an    infinitive thing upon my score. Good Master Fang, hold himsure.    Good Master Snare, let him not scape. 'A comes continuantlyto    Pie-corner – saving your manhoods – to buy a saddle; and he is    indited to dinner to the Lubber's Head in Lumbert Street, to    Master Smooth's the silkman. I pray you, since my exion is    ent'red, and my case so openly known to the world, let him be    brought in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long one for apoor    lone woman to bear; and I have borne, and borne, and borne;and    have been fubb'd off, and fubb'd off, and fubb'd off, fromthis    day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. Thereis no    honesty in such dealing; unless a woman should be made an assand    a beast, to bear every knave's wrong.

Enter SIR JOHN FALSTAFF, PAGE, and BARDOLPH

    Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose knave,Bardolph,    with him. Do your offices, do your offices, Master Fang and    Master Snare; do me, do me, do me your offices.  FALSTAFF. How now! whose mare's dead? What's the matter?  FANG. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mistress Quickly.  FALSTAFF. Away, varlets! Draw, Bardolph. Cut me off thevillian's    head. Throw the quean in the channel.  HOSTESS. Throw me in the channel! I'll throw thee in thechannel.    Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly rogue! Murder, murder!Ah,    thou honeysuckle villain! wilt thou kill God's officers andthe    King's? Ah, thou honey-seed rogue! thou art a honey-seed; a    man-queller and a woman-queller.  FALSTAFF. Keep them off, Bardolph.  FANG. A rescue! a rescue!  HOSTESS. Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou wot, wotthou!    thou wot, wot ta? Do, do, thou rogue! do, thou hemp-seed!  PAGE. Away, you scullion! you rampallian! you fustilarian!    I'll tickle your catastrophe.

Enter the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE and his men

  CHIEF JUSTICE. What is the matter? Keep the peace here, ho!  HOSTESS. Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, stand tome.  CHIEF JUSTICE. How now, Sir John! what, are you brawling here?    Doth this become your place, your time, and business?    You should have been well on your way to York.    Stand from him, fellow; wherefore hang'st thou upon him?  HOSTESS. O My most worshipful lord, an't please your Grace, Iam a    poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.  CHIEF JUSTICE. For what sum?  HOSTESS. It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all – allI    have. He hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put allmy    substance into that fat belly of his. But I will have some ofit    out again, or I will ride thee a nights like a mare.  FALSTAFF. I think I am as like to ride the mare, if I have any    vantage of ground to get up.  CHIEF JUSTICE. How comes this, Sir John? Fie! What man of good    temper would endure this tempest of exclamation? Are you not    ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so rough a course to comeby    her own?  FALSTAFF. What is the gross sum that I owe thee?  HOSTESS. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself and themoney    too. Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet,sitting in    my Dolphin chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire,upon    Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the Prince broke thy head for    liking his father to singing-man of Windsor – thou didst swearto    me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make memy    lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech,the    butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?Coming    in to borrow a mess of vinegar, telling us she had a gooddish of    prawns, whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told    thee they were ill for green wound? And didst thou not, whenshe    was gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so familiaritywith    such poor people, saying that ere long they should call memadam?    And didst thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch the thirty    shillings? I put thee now to thy book-oath. Deny it, if thou    canst.  FALSTAFF. My lord, this is a poor mad soul, and she says up and    down the town that her eldest son is like you. She hath beenin    good case, and, the truth is, poverty hath distracted her.But    for these foolish officers, I beseech you I may have redress    against them.  CHIEF JUSTICE. Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted withyour    manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. It is not a    confident brow, nor the throng of words that come with suchmore    than impudent sauciness from you, can thrust me from a level    consideration. You have, as it appears to me, practis'd uponthe    easy yielding spirit of this woman, and made her serve youruses    both in purse and in person.  HOSTESS. Yea, in truth, my lord.  CHIEF JUSTICE. Pray thee, peace. Pay her the debt you owe her,and    unpay the villainy you have done with her; the one you may do    with sterling money, and the other with current repentance.  FALSTAFF. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without reply.You    call honourable boldness impudent sauciness; if a man willmake    curtsy and say nothing, he is virtuous. No, my lord, myhumble    duty rememb'red, I will not be your suitor. I say to you I do    desire deliverance from these officers, being upon hasty    employment in the King's affairs.  CHIEF JUSTICE. You speak as having power to do wrong; butanswer in    th' effect of your reputation, and satisfy the poor woman.  FALSTAFF. Come hither, hostess.

Enter GOWER

  CHIEF JUSTICE. Now, Master Gower, what news?  GOWER. The King, my lord, and Harry Prince of Wales    Are near at hand. The rest the paper tells. [Gives a letter]  FALSTAFF. As I am a gentleman!  HOSTESS. Faith, you said so before.  FALSTAFF. As I am a gentleman! Come, no more words of it.  HOSTESS. By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must be fain topawn    both my plate and the tapestry of my dining-chambers.  FALSTAFF. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking; and for thy    walls, a pretty slight drollery, or the story of theProdigal, or    the German hunting, in water-work, is worth a thousand ofthese    bed-hangers and these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be tenpound,    if thou canst. Come, and 'twere not for thy humours, there'snot    a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face, and draw the    action. Come, thou must not be in this humour with me; dostnot    know me? Come, come, I know thou wast set on to this.  HOSTESS. Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles;    i' faith, I am loath to pawn my plate, so God save me, la!  FALSTAFF. Let it alone; I'll make other shift. You'll be a fool    still.  HOSTESS. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown.    I hope you'll come to supper. you'll pay me all together?  FALSTAFF. Will I live? [To BARDOLPH] Go, with her, with her;hook    on, hook on.  HOSTESS. Will you have Doll Tearsheet meet you at supper?  FALSTAFF. No more words; let's have her.Exeunt HOSTESS, BARDOLPH, and OFFICERS  CHIEF JUSTICE. I have heard better news.  FALSTAFF. What's the news, my lord?  CHIEF JUSTICE. Where lay the King to-night?  GOWER. At Basingstoke, my lord.  FALSTAFF. I hope, my lord, all's well. What is the news, mylord?  CHIEF JUSTICE. Come all his forces back?  GOWER. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse,    Are march'd up to my Lord of Lancaster,    Against Northumberland and the Archbishop.  FALSTAFF. Comes the King back from Wales, my noble lord?  CHIEF JUSTICE. You shall have letters of me presently.    Come, go along with me, good Master Gower.  FALSTAFF. My lord!  CHIEF JUSTICE. What's the matter?  FALSTAFF. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner?  GOWER. I must wait upon my good lord here, I thank you, goodSir    John.  CHIEF JUSTICE. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you

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