The PORTER opens the gate

Where is the Earl?

PORTER. What shall I say you are?

LORD BARDOLPH. Tell thou the Earl That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here.

PORTER. His lordship is walk"d forth into the orchard.

Please it your honour knock but at the gate, And he himself will answer.

Enter NORTHUMBERLAND

LORD BARDOLPH. Here comes the Earl. Exit PORTER NORTHUMBERLAND. What news, Lord Bardolph? Every minute now Should be the father of some stratagem.

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

LORD BARDOLPH. n.o.ble Earl, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.

NORTHUMBERLAND. Good, an G.o.d will!

LORD BARDOLPH. As good as heart can wish.

The King is almost wounded to the death; And, in the fortune of my lord your son, Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts Kill"d by the hand of Douglas; young Prince John, And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field; And Harry Monmouth"s brawn, the hulk Sir John, Is prisoner to your son. O, such a day, So fought, so followed, and so fairly won, Came not till now to dignify the times, Since Cxsar"s fortunes!

NORTHUMBERLAND. How is this deriv"d?

Saw you the field? Came you from Shrewsbury?

LORD BARDOLPH. I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence; A gentleman well bred and of good name, That freely rend"red me these news for true.

Enter TRAVERS

NORTHUMBERLAND. Here comes my servant Travers, whom I sent On Tuesday last to listen after news.

LORD BARDOLPH. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; And he is furnish"d with no certainties More than he haply may retail from me.

NORTHUMBERLAND. Now, Travers, what good tidings comes with you?

TRAVERS. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn"d me back With joyful tidings; and, being better hors"d, Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard A gentleman, almost forspent with speed, That stopp"d by me to breathe his bloodied horse.

He ask"d the way to Chester; and of him I did demand what news from Shrewsbury.

He told me that rebellion had bad luck, And that young Harry Percy"s spur was cold.

With that he gave his able horse the head And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Against the panting sides of his poor jade Up to the rowel-head; and starting so, He seem"d in running to devour the way, Staying no longer question.

NORTHUMBERLAND. Ha! Again: Said he young Harry Percy"s spur was cold?

Of Hotspur, Coldspur? that rebellion Had met ill luck?

LORD BARDOLPH. My lord, I"ll tell you what: If my young lord your son have not the day, Upon mine honour, for a silken point I"ll give my barony. Never talk of it.

NORTHUMBERLAND. Why should that gentleman that rode by Travers Give then such instances of loss?

LORD BARDOLPH. Who- he?

He was some hilding fellow that had stol"n The horse he rode on and, upon my life, Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news.

Enter Morton

NORTHUMBERLAND. Yea, this man"s brow, like to a t.i.tle-leaf, Foretells the nature of a tragic volume.

So looks the strand whereon the imperious flood Hath left a witness"d usurpation.

Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury?

MORTON. I ran from Shrewsbury, my n.o.ble lord; Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask To fright our party.

NORTHUMBERLAND. How doth my son and brother?

Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dread in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam"s curtain in the dead of night And would have told him half his Troy was burnt; But Priam found the fire ere he his tongue, And I my Percy"s death ere thou report"st it.

This thou wouldst say: "Your son did thus and thus; Your brother thus; so fought the n.o.ble Douglas"- Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds; But in the end, to stop my ear indeed, Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, Ending with "Brother, son, and all, are dead."

MORTON. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet; But for my lord your son- NORTHUMBERLAND. Why, he is dead.

See what a ready tongue suspicion hath!

He that but fears the thing he would not know Hath by instinct knowledge from others" eyes That what he fear"d is chanced. Yet speak, Morton; Tell thou an earl his divination lies, And I will take it as a sweet disgrace And make thee rich for doing me such wrong.

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

NORTHUMBERLAND. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy"s dead.

I see a strange confession in thine eye; Thou shak"st thy head, and hold"st it fear or sin To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so: The tongue offends not that reports his death; And he doth sin that doth belie the dead, Not he which says the dead is not alive.

Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office, and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Rememb"red tolling a departing friend.

LORD BARDOLPH. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead.

MORTON. I am sorry I should force you to believe That which I would to G.o.d I had not seen; But these mine eyes saw him in b.l.o.o.d.y state, Rend"ring faint quittance, wearied and out-breath"d, To Harry Monmouth, whose swift wrath beat down The never-daunted Percy to the earth, From whence with life he never more sprung up.

In few, his death- whose spirit lent a fire Even to the dullest peasant in his camp- Being bruited once, took fire and heat away From the best-temper"d courage in his troops; For from his metal was his party steeled; Which once in him abated, an the rest Turn"d on themselves, like dull and heavy lead.

And as the thing that"s heavy in itself Upon enforcement flies with greatest speed, So did our men, heavy in Hotspur"s loss, Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, Fly from the field. Then was that n.o.ble Worcester Too soon ta"en prisoner; and that furious Scot, The b.l.o.o.d.y Douglas, whose well-labouring sword Had three times slain th" appearance of the King, Gan vail his stomach and did grace the shame Of those that turn"d their backs, and in his flight, Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all Is that the King hath won, and hath sent out A speedy power to encounter you, my lord, Under the conduct of young Lancaster And Westmoreland. This is the news at full.

NORTHUMBERLAND. For this I shall have time enough to mourn.

In poison there is physic; and these news, Having been well, that would have made me sick, Being sick, have in some measure made me well; And as the wretch whose fever-weak"ned joints, Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life, Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire Out of his keeper"s arms, even so my limbs, Weak"ned with grief, being now enrag"d with grief, Are thrice themselves. Hence, therefore, thou nice crutch!

A scaly gauntlet now with joints of steel Must glove this hand; and hence, thou sickly coif!

Thou art a guard too wanton for the head Which princes, flesh"d with conquest, aim to hit.

Now bind my brows with iron; and approach The ragged"st hour that time and spite dare bring To frown upon th" enrag"d Northumberland!

Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not Nature"s hand Keep the wild flood confin"d! Let order die!

And let this world no longer be a stage To feed contention in a ling"ring act; But let one spirit of the first-born Cain Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set On b.l.o.o.d.y courses, the rude scene may end And darkness be the burier of the dead!

LORD BARDOLPH. This strained pa.s.sion doth you wrong, my lord.

MORTON. Sweet Earl, divorce not wisdom from your honour.

The lives of all your loving complices Lean on your health; the which, if you give o"er To stormy pa.s.sion, must perforce decay.

You cast th" event of war, my n.o.ble lord, And summ"d the account of chance before you said "Let us make head." It was your pre-surmise That in the dole of blows your son might drop.

You knew he walk"d o"er perils on an edge, More likely to fall in than to get o"er; You were advis"d his flesh was capable Of wounds and scars, and that his forward spirit Would lift him where most trade of danger rang"d; Yet did you say "Go forth"; and none of this, Though strongly apprehended, could restrain The stiff-borne action. What hath then befall"n, Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth More than that being which was like to be?

LORD BARDOLPH. We all that are engaged to this loss Knew that we ventured on such dangerous seas That if we wrought out life "twas ten to one; And yet we ventur"d, for the gain propos"d Chok"d the respect of likely peril fear"d; And since we are o"erset, venture again.

Come, we will put forth, body and goods.

MORTON. "Tis more than time. And, my most n.o.ble lord, I hear for certain, and dare speak the truth: The gentle Archbishop of York is up With well-appointed pow"rs. He is a man Who with a double surety binds his followers.

My lord your son had only but the corpse, But shadows and the shows of men, to fight; For that same word "rebellion" did divide The action of their bodies from their souls; And they did fight with queasiness, constrain"d, As men drink potions; that their weapons only Seem"d on our side, but for their spirits and souls This word "rebellion"- it had froze them up, As fish are in a pond. But now the Bishop Turns insurrection to religion.

Suppos"d sincere and holy in his thoughts, He"s follow"d both with body and with mind; And doth enlarge his rising with the blood Of fair King Richard, sc.r.a.p"d from Pomfret stones; Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause; Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land, Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke; And more and less do flock to follow him.

NORTHUMBERLAND. I knew of this before; but, to speak truth, This present grief had wip"d it from my mind.

Go in with me; and counsel every man The aptest way for safety and revenge.

Get posts and letters, and make friends with speed- Never so few, and never yet more need. Exeunt

SCENE II.

London. A street

Enter SIR JOHN FALSTAFF, with his PAGE bearing his sword and buckler

FALSTAFF. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my water?

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

FALSTAFF. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that intends to laughter, more than I invent or is invented on me. I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee like a sow that hath overwhelm"d all her litter but one. If the Prince put thee into my service for any other reason than to set me off, why then I have no judgment. Thou wh.o.r.eson mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn in my cap than to wait at my heels. I was never mann"d with an agate till now; but I will inset you neither in gold nor silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back again to your master, for a jewel- the juvenal, the Prince your master, whose chin is not yet fledge. I will sooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand than he shall get one off his cheek; and yet he will not stick to say his face is a face-royal. G.o.d may finish it when he will, "tis not a hair amiss yet. He may keep it still at a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence out of it; and yet he"ll be crowing as if he had writ man ever since his father was a bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he"s almost out of mine, I can a.s.sure him. What said Master Dommelton about the satin for my short cloak and my slops?

PAGE. He said, sir, you should procure him better a.s.surance than Bardolph. He would not take his band and yours; he liked not the security.

FALSTAFF. Let him be d.a.m.n"d, like the Glutton; pray G.o.d his tongue be hotter! A wh.o.r.eson Achitophel! A rascal-yea-forsooth knave, to bear a gentleman in hand, and then stand upon security! The wh.o.r.eson smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is through with them in honest taking-up, then they must stand upon security. I had as lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth as offer to stop it with security. I look"d "a should have sent me two and twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he sends me security.

Well, he may sleep in security; for he hath the horn of abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines through it; and yet cannot he see, though he have his own lanthorn to light him.

Where"s Bardolph?

PAGE. He"s gone into Smithfield to buy your worship horse.

FALSTAFF. I bought him in Paul"s, and he"ll buy me a horse in Smithfield. An I could get me but a wife in the stews, I were mann"d, hors"d, and wiv"d.

Enter the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE and SERVANT

PAGE. Sir, here comes the n.o.bleman that committed the Prince for striking him about Bardolph.

FALSTAFF. Wait close; I will not see him.

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