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P. Henry. He that rides at high speed, and with a 4 pistol kills a sparrow flying.
Fal. You have hit it.
Fal. Well; that rascal has good mettle in him; he will not run.
P. Henry. Why, what a' rascal art thou then, to praise him so for running?
Fal. A horseback, ye cuckow ! but afoot he will not budge a foot.
P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct.
Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct! Well, he is there too, and one Mordake, and a thousand 5 blue-caps more. Worcester is stolen away by night: thy father's beard is turn’d white with the news. You may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackerel.
P. Henry. Then, 'tis like, if there come a hot June, and this civil buffering hold, we should buy maidenheads as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds.
Fal. By the mass, lad, thou say'st true; it is like we shall have good trading that way.-But tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly afeard, thou being heir ap
pistol-] Shakespeare never has any care to preserve the manners of the time. Piftols were not known in the age of Henry; Pistols were, I believe, about our author's time, eminently used by the Scots. Sir Henry Wotton some: where makes mention of a Scottish pistol. JOHNSON,
B. and Fletcher are still more inexcusable. In The Humorous Lieutenant they have equipp'd one of the immediate successors of Alexander the Great with the same weapon. STEVENS.
blué caps—] A name of ridicule given to the Scots from their blue bonnets. Johnson.
6 You may buy land, &c.] In former times the prosperity of the nation was known by the value of land, as now by the price of stocks. Before Henry the Seventh made it safe to serve the king regnant, it was the practice at every revolution, for the conqueror to confiscate the estates of those that opposed, and perhaps of those who did not aslift him. Those, therefore, that foresaw a change of government, and thought their estates in danger, were desirous to sell them in hafte for something that might be carried away. JOHNSON.
parent? Could the world pick thee out three such enemies again as that fiend Douglas, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill at it?
P. Henry. Not a whit, i'faith; I lack some of thy instinct.
Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morrow, when thou com'st to thy father : if thou do love me, practise an answer.
P. Henry. Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon the particulars of my life.
Fal. Shall I ? content. This chair shall be my state, this dagger my scepter, and 7 this cushion my crown.
P. Henry. 8 Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy golden scepter for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich crown for a pitiful bald crown.
Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee, now shalt thou be moved.—Give me a cup of fack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may be thought I have wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it in 9 king Cambyses’ vein.
P. Henry. Well, here is my leg.
Fal. And here is my speech.—Stand aside, nobility.
? — this cushion my crown.] Dr. Letherland, in a MS. note, observes, that the country people in Warwickshire use a cushion for a crown, at their harvest-home diversions ; and in the play of King Edward IV. p. 2, 1619, is the following paffage:
“ Then comes a llave, one of those drunken sots,
Disguised with a cushion on his head.” Steevens. * Thy fate, &c.] This answer might, I think, have better been omitted: it contains only a repetition of Falstaff's mockroyalty. JOHNSON.
king Cambyfes] A lamentable tragedy, mixed full of pleasant mirth, containing the life of Cambyses king of Persia. By Thomas Preston. THEOBALD.
I question if Shakespeare had ever seen this tragedy; for there is a remarkable peculiarity of measure, which, when he professed to speak in king Cambyses' vein, he would hardly have miffed, if he had known it. JOHNSON. • my leg.] That is, my obeisance to my father.
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Hoft. This is excellent sport, i'faith.
Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen, For tears do stop the flood-gates of ber eyes.
Hoft. O rare! he doth it like one of those harlotry players, as I ever fee.
Fal. Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good ticklebrain —_ 2 Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied: for 3 though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears. Thou art my son, I have partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion; but chiefly a villainous trick of thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me. If then thou be fon to me, here lieth the point; Why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall the blessed sun of heaven prove 4 a micher, and eat black-berries ? a question not to be ask'd. Shall the
2 Harry, I do not only marvel, &c.] A ridicule on the public oratory of that time.
WARBURTON. 3 - though the camomile, &c.] This whole speech is supremely comic. The simile of camomile used to illustrate a contrary effect, brings to my remembrance an observation of a late writer of some merit, whom the desire of being witty has betrayed into a like thought. Meaning to enforce with great vehemence the mad temerity of young foldiers, he remarks, that 66
though Bedlam be in the road to Hogiden, it is out of “ the way to promotion." JOHNSON.
In The llore the Merrier, a collection of epigrams, 1608, is the following pallage:
“ The camomile shall teach thee patience,
“ Which ihriveth beit when trodden moit upon.” So in The Fawne, a comedy, by Marilon, 1606:
“ For indeed, Sir, a repress'd fame mounts like camomile, “ the more trod down the more it grows." STEEVENS.
+ a micher, ] 1. e. truant; to mich, is to lurk out of light, a hedge-creeper. WARBURTON.
son of England prove a thief, and take purses? a question to be ask'd. There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often heard of, and it is known to many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth the
so doth the company thou keep'ft: for, Harry, now do I not speak to thee in drink, but in tears ; not in pleasure, but in passion; not in words only, but in woes also :-—and yet there is a virtuous man whom I have often' noted in thy company,
but I know not his name. P. Henry. What manner of man, an it like your majesty?
Fal. A goodly portly man, i’faith, and a corpuJent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore ; and now, I remember me, his name is Falstaff. If that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry, I fee virtue in his looks. 5 If then the fruit
be known by the tree, as the tree by the fruit, then, peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where haft thou been this month ?
P. Henry. Doft thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me, and I'll play my father.
Fal. Depose me?-If thou dost it half so gravely,
The allusion is to a truant-boy, who, unwilling to go to school, and afraid to go home, lurks in the fields, and picks wild fruits. JOHNSON.
In A Comment on the Ten Commandments, printed at London in 1493, by Richard Pynfon, I find the word thus used:
" They make Goddes house a den of theyves; for commonly “ in such feyrs and markets, wheresoever it be holden, ther “ ben many theyves, michers, and cutpurse." So in The Devil's Charter, 1607 : “ Pox on him, micher, I'll make him pay for it.”
STEVENS. s If then the fruit, &c.] This passage is happily restored by Sir Thomas Hanmer. Johnson.
so majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by the heels for a 6 rabbet-sucker, or a poulterer’s hare.
P. Henry. Well, here I am fet.
P. Henry. The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.
Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false. - Nay, I'll tickle ye for a young prince, i’faith.
P. Henry. Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carried away from grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in the likeness of a fat old man : a tun of man is thy companion. Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that 7 boulting-hurch of beastliness, that swoln parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of fack, that stufft cloak-bag of guts, that roasted & Manningtree ox with the pudding in his belly, that reverend
rabbet-fucker,–] is, I suppose, a fucking rabbet. The jef is in comparing himself to fomething thin and little. So a poulterer's hare ; a hare hung up by the hind legs without a skin, is long and flender. JOHNSON.
Dr. Johnson is right: for in the account of the ferjeant's feait, by Dugdale, in his Orig. Judiciales, one article is a dozen of rabbel-fuckers. Again, in The Two angry Women of Abington, Close
as a rabbit-fucker from an old coney." Again, in The Wedding, by Shirley, 1626, “ These whorson rabbit-fuckers will never leave the ground."
STEEVENS. boulting-butch-) Bolting-butch is, I think, a meal-bag. Johnson.
a boulting-hurch-] Is the wooden receptacle into which the meal is boulted. STEEVENS.
Manning-tree ox-] Of the Manning-tree ox I can give no account, but the meaning is clear. Johnson.
Manning-tree in Efex, and the neighbourhood of it, is famous for the richness of the pastures. The farms thereabouts are chiefly tenanted by graziers. Some ox of an unusual fize was, I fuppofe, roafted there on an occasion of public festivity.