With vile participation; not an eye, Save mine, which hath desired to see thee more; P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord, As thou art to this hour, was Richard then For, of no right, nor color like to right, Against renowned Douglas, whose high deeds, And military title capital, Through all the kingdoms that acknowlege Christ! Thrice hath this Hotspur Mars in swathing-clothes, 1 Armour. This infant warrior in his enterprises, Discomfited great Douglas; ta'en him once, And shake the peace and safety of our throne. And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland, The archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer, Capitulate1 against us, and are up. But wherefore do I tell these news to thee? Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes, Which art my near'st and dearest 2 enemy ? Thou, that art like enough, through vassal fear, To fight against me under Percy's pay, To dog his heels, and courtesy at his frowns, P. Hen. Do not think so; you shall not find it so: And God forgive them, that have so much sway'd Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it. › Confederate. 2 Most fatal. Features. This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight, Would they were multitudes; and on my head Percy is but my factor, good my lord, Yea, even the slightest worship of his time, K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this :Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust herein. Enter BLUNT. How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed. Blunt. So hath the business that I come to speak of. Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word,- Bonds. That Douglas, and the English rebels, met, As ever offer'd foul play in a state. K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set forth today; With him my son, lord John of Lancaster; On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set forward; Our meeting is Bridgnorth: and, Harry, you Our business valued, some twelve days hence 1 Advantage feeds him 1 fat, while men delay. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Eastcheap. A room in the Boar's Head tavern. Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH. Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this last action? Do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown; I am withered like an old apple-John.o 1 Himself. 2 A species of apple that will keep two years. Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horse. The inside of a church! Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me. Bar. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long. Fal. Why, there is it :-come, sing me a bawdy song; make me merry. I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough: swore little; diced, not above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house not above once in a quarter-of an hour; paid money that I borrowed, three or four times; lived well, and in good compass; and now I live out of all order, out of all compass. Bar. Why, you are so fat, sir John, that you must needs be out of all compass; out of all reasonable compass, sir John. Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life. Thou art our admiral; thou bearest the lantern in the poop,-but 'tis in the nose of thee: thou art the knight of the burning lamp. Bar. Why, sir John, my face does you no harm. Fal. No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it as many a man doth of a death's head, or a memento mori: I never see thy face, but I think upon hell While I have some flesh. |