ACT IV.
Scene I. The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury.
Enter Hotspur, Worcester, and Douglas.[2867]
Hot. Well said, my noble Scot: if speaking truth[2868]
In this fine age were not thought flattery,[2869]
Such attribution should the Douglas have,
As not a soldier of this season's stamp
Should go so general current through the world.5
By God, I cannot flatter; I do defy[2870]
The tongues of soothers; but a braver place[2871]
In my heart's love hath no man than yourself:
Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
Doug. Thou art the king of honour:[2872]10
No man so potent breathes upon the ground[2873]
But I will beard him.[2873]
Hot. Do so, and 'tis well.[2874][2875]
Enter a Messenger with letters.[2875][2876]
What letters hast thou there?—I can but thank you.[2875][2877]
Mess. These letters come from your father.[2878]
Hot. Letters from him! why comes he not himself?[2879]15
Mess. He cannot come, my lord; he is grievous sick.[2879][2880]
Hot. 'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick[2881]
In such a justling time? Who leads his power?
Under whose government come they along?
Mess. His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord.[2882]20
Wor. I prithee, tell me, doth he keep his bed?
Mess. He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth;
And at the time of my departure thence
He was much fear'd by his physicians.[2883]
Wor. I would the state of time had first been whole[2884]25
Ere he by sickness had been visited:
His health was never better worth than now.
Hot. Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect
The very life-blood of our enterprise;
'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.30
He writes me here, that inward sickness—[2885]
And that his friends by deputation could not[2886]
So soon be drawn, nor did he think it meet[2886]
To lay so dangerous and dear a trust
On any soul removed but on his own.35
Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,
That with our small conjunction we should on,
To see how fortune is disposed to us;
For, as he writes, there is no quailing now,
Because the king is certainly possess'd40
Of all our purposes. What say you to it?
Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us.
Hot. A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off:
And yet, in faith, it is not; his present want[2887]
Seems more than we shall find it: were it good[2888]45
To set the exact wealth of all our states[2888][2889]
All at one cast? to set so rich a main[2889][2890]
On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?[2891]
It were not good; for therein should we read[2892][2893]
The very bottom and the soul of hope,[2893][2894]50
The very list, the very utmost bound
Of all our fortunes.[2895]
Doug. Faith, and so we should;[2895][2896]
Where now remains a sweet reversion:[2895]
We may boldly spend upon the hope of what[2895][2897][2898]
Is to come in:[2895][2898]55
A comfort of retirement lives in this.[2899]
Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto,
If that the devil and mischance look big
Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.
Wor. But yet I would your father had been here.60
The quality and hair of our attempt[2900]
Brooks no division: it will be thought[2901]
By some, that know not why he is away,
That wisdom, loyalty and mere dislike
Of our proceedings kept the earl from hence:65
And think how such an apprehension
May turn the tide of fearful faction
And breed a kind of question in our cause;
For well you know we of the offering side[2902]
Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement,70
And stop all sight-holes, every loop from whence
The eye of reason may pry in upon us:
This absence of your father's draws a curtain,[2903]
That shows the ignorant a kind of fear
Before not dreamt of.
Hot. You strain too far.[2904]75
I rather of his absence make this use:
It lends a lustre and more great opinion,
A larger dare to our great enterprise,[2905]
Than if the earl were here; for men must think,
If we without his help can make a head80
To push against a kingdom, with his help[2906]
We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.[2907]
Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.
Doug. As heart can think: there is not such a word[2908]
Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear.[2908][2909]85
Enter Sir Richard Vernon.
Hot. My cousin Vernon! welcome, by my soul.[2910]
Ver. Pray God my news be worth a welcome, lord.
The Earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong,
Is marching hitherwards; with him Prince John.[2911]
Hot. No harm: what more?
Ver. And further, I have90
The king himself in person is set forth,[2912]
Or hitherwards intended speedily,[2913]
With strong and mighty preparation.
Hot. He shall be welcome too. Where is his son,[2914]
The nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales,[2915]95
And his comrades, that daff'd the world aside,[2916]
And bid it pass?
Ver. All furnish'd, all in arms;[2917]
All plumed like estridges that with the wind[2918][2919]
Baited like eagles having lately bathed;[2919][2920]
Glittering in golden coats, like images;100
As full of spirit as the month of May,
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.[2921]
I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,[2922]
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,[2923]105
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat,[2924]
As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,[2925]
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
And witch the world with noble horsemanship.110
Hot. No more, no more: worse than the sun in March,[2926]
This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come;
They come like sacrifices in their trim,
And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war
All hot and bleeding will we offer them:115
The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit[2927]
Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire
To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh
And yet not ours. Come, let me taste my horse,[2928]
Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt120
Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales:
Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,[2929]
Meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse.
O that Glendower were come!
Ver. There is more news:
I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,125
He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.[2930]
Doug. That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet.[2931]
Wor. Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound.
Hot. What may the king's whole battle reach unto?
Hot. Forty let it be:130
My father and Glendower being both away,
The powers of us may serve so great a day.[2932]
Come, let us take a muster speedily:[2933]
Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.
Doug. Talk not of dying: I am out of fear135
Of death or death's hand for this one half-year. [Exeunt.[2934]
Scene II. A public road near Coventry.[2935]
Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.
Fal. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a
bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march through; we'll to
Sutton Co'fil' to-night.[2936]
Bard. Will you give me money, captain?
Fal. Lay out, lay out.5
Bard. This bottle makes an angel.
Fal. An if it do, take it for thy labour; and if it[2937]
make twenty, take them all; I'll answer the coinage. Bid
my lieutenant Peto meet me at town's end.[2938]
Bard. I will, captain: farewell. [Exit.10
Fal. If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused[2939]
gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably. I have
got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty soldiers, three hundred[2940]
and odd pounds. I press me none but good householders,[2941]
yeoman's sons; inquire me out contracted bachelors,[2941]15
such as had been asked twice on the banns; such a[2942]
commodity of warm slaves, as had as lieve hear the devil
as a drum; such as fear the report of a caliver worse than a[2943]
struck fowl or a hurt wild-duck. I pressed me none but[2944]
such toasts-and-butter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger20
than pins'-heads, and they have bought out their services;[2945]
and now my whole charge consists of ancients, corporals,
lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, slaves as ragged as
Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked[2946]
his sores; and such as indeed were never soldiers, but25
discarded unjust serving-men, younger sons to younger
brothers, revolted tapsters and ostlers trade-fallen, the cankers[2947]
of a calm world and a long peace, ten times more[2948]
dishonourable ragged than an old faced ancient: and such have I, to[2949]
fill up the rooms of them that have bought out their[2950]30
services, that you would think that I had a hundred and fifty[2951]
tattered prodigals lately come from swine-keeping, from[2952]
eating draff and husks. A mad fellow met me on the way
and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed
the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I'll35
not march through Coventry with them, that's flat: nay,[2953]
and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had[2954]
gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of prison.
There's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the[2955]
half shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over40
the shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves; and the
shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's,[2956]
or the red-nose innkeeper of Daventry. But that's all one;[2957]
they'll find linen enough on every hedge.
Enter the Prince and Westmoreland.[2958]
Prince. How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt!45
Fal. What, Hal! how now, mad wag! what a devil
dost thou in Warwickshire? My good Lord of Westmoreland,
I cry you mercy: I thought your honour had already
been at Shrewsbury.
West. Faith, Sir John, 'tis more than time that I were50
there, and you too; but my powers are there already. The
king, I can tell you, looks for us all: we must away all night.[2959]
Fal. Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat to[2960]
steal cream.
Prince. I think, to steal cream indeed, for thy theft55
hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, whose
fellows are these that come after?
Fal. Mine, Hal, mine.
Prince. I did never see such pitiful rascals.
Fal. Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder,60
food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better: tush,[2961]
man, mortal men, mortal men.
West. Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding
poor and bare, too beggarly.
Fal. Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they65
had that; and for their bareness, I am sure they never
learned that of me.
Prince. No, I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers
on the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste: Percy is already[2962]
in the field.70
Fal. What, is the king encamped?
West. He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long.[2963]
Fal. Well,[2964]
To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast[2965]
Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.[2964] [Exeunt.75
Scene III. The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury.[2966]
Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Douglas, and Vernon.
Hot. We'll fight with him to-night.
Wor. It may not be.
Doug. You give him then advantage.
Ver. Not a whit.
Hot. Why say you so? looks he not for supply?
Ver. So do we.
Hot. His is certain, ours is doubtful.[2967]
Wor. Good cousin, be advised; stir not to-night.5
Ver. Do not, my lord.
Doug. You do not counsel well:
You speak it out of fear and cold heart.[2968]
Ver. Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life,[2969]
And I dare well maintain it with my life,
If well-respected honour bid me on,[2970]10
I hold as little counsel with weak fear
As you, my lord, or any Scot that this day lives:[2971]
Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle[2972][2973]
Which of us fears.[2972]
Doug. Yea, or to-night.[2974]
Ver. Content.
Hot. To-night, say I.15
Ver. Come, come, it may not be. I wonder much,[2975]
Being men of such great leading as you are,[2975][2976]
That you foresee not what impediments
Drag back our expedition: certain horse[2977]
Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up:20
Your uncle Worcester's horse came but to-day;[2978]
And now their pride and mettle is asleep,
Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,
That not a horse is half the half of himself.[2979]
Hot. So are the horses of the enemy25
In general, journey-bated and brought low:
The better part of ours are full of rest.
Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours:[2980]
For God's sake, cousin, stay till all come in.
[The trumpet sounds a parley.
Enter Sir Walter Blunt.
Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king,[2981]30
If you vouchsafe me hearing and respect.
Hot. Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; and would to God
You were of our determination!
Some of us love you well; and even those some
Envy your great deservings and good name,35
Because you are not of our quality,
But stand against us like an enemy.
Blunt. And God defend but still I should stand so,[2982]
So long as out of limit and true rule
You stand against anointed majesty.40
But to my charge. The king hath sent to know[2983]
The nature of your griefs, and whereupon
You conjure from the breast of civil peace[2984]
Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land[2985]
Audacious cruelty. If that the king45
Have any way your good deserts forgot,[2986]
Which he confesseth to be manifold,
He bids you name your griefs; and with all speed[2987]
You shall have your desires with interest[2988]
And pardon absolute for yourself and these50
Herein misled by your suggestion.
Hot. The king is kind; and well we know the king[2989]
Knows at what time to promise, when to pay.
My father and my uncle and myself[2990]
Did give him that same royalty he wears;55
And when he was not six and twenty strong,
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,
A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,
My father gave him welcome to the shore;
And when he heard him swear and vow to God60
He came but to be Duke of Lancaster,[2991]
To sue his livery and beg his peace,[2992]
With tears of innocency and terms of zeal,[2993]
My father, in kind heart and pity moved,[2994]
Swore him assistance and perform'd it too.[2995]65
Now when the lords and barons of the realm
Perceived Northumberland did lean to him,
The more and less came in with cap and knee;[2996]
Met him in boroughs, cities, villages,
Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,[2997]70
Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths,
Gave him their heirs, as pages follow'd him[2998]
Even at the heels in golden multitudes.
He presently, as greatness knows itself,
Steps me a little higher than his vow75
Made to my father, while his blood was poor,
Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurgh;
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
Some certain edicts and some strait decrees
That lie too heavy on the commonwealth,[2999]80
Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep
Over his country's wrongs; and by this face,[3000]
This seeming brow of justice, did he win
The hearts of all that he did angle for;
Proceeded further; cut me off the heads85
Of all the favourites that the absent king
In deputation left behind him here,
When he was personal in the Irish war.
Blunt. Tut, I came not to hear this.[3001]
Hot. Then to the point.
In short time after, he deposed the king;90
Soon after that, deprived him of his life;
And in the neck of that, task'd the whole state;[3002]
To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman March,
Who is, if every owner were well placed,[3003]
Indeed his king, to be engaged in Wales,[3004]95
There without ransom to lie forfeited;
Disgraced me in my happy victories,
Sought to entrap me by intelligence;
Rated mine uncle from the council-board;[3005]
In rage dismiss'd my father from the court;100
Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong,[3006]
And in conclusion drove us to seek out
This head of safety; and withal to pry
Into his title, the which we find[3007]
Too indirect for long continuance.105
Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king?
Hot. Not so, Sir Walter: we'll withdraw awhile.[3008]
Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd
Some surety for a safe return again,[3009]
And in the morning early shall my uncle110
Bring him our purposes: and so farewell.[3010]
Blunt. I would you would accept of grace and love.
Hot. And may be so we shall.
Blunt. Pray God you do. [Exeunt.[3011]
Scene IV. York. The Archbishop's palace.
Enter the Archbishop of York and Sir Michael.[3012]
Arch. Hie, good Sir Michael; bear this sealed brief[3013]
With winged haste to the lord marshal;[3014]
This to my cousin Scroop, and all the rest
To whom they are directed. If you knew[3015]
How much they do import, you would make haste.[3015]5
Sir M. My good lord,[3016][3017]
I guess their tenour.[3017]
Arch. Like enough you do.[3018]
To-morrow, good Sir Michael, is a day
Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men
Must bide the touch; for, sir, at Shrewsbury,10
As I am truly given to understand,
The king with mighty and quick-raised power
Meets with Lord Harry: and, I fear, Sir Michael,
What with the sickness of Northumberland,
Whose power was in the first proportion,15
And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence,[3019]
Who with them was a rated sinew too[3020]
And comes not in, o'er-ruled by prophecies,[3021]
I fear the power of Percy is too weak
To wage an instant trial with the king.20
Sir M. Why, my good lord, you need not fear;[3022][3023]
There is Douglas and Lord Mortimer.[3022][3024][3025]
Arch. No, Mortimer is not there.[3025]
Sir M. But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy,[3026]
And there is my Lord of Worcester and a head[3027][3028]25
Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.[3027]
Arch. And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn
The special head of all the land together:
The Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster,
The noble Westmoreland and warlike Blunt;30
And many moe corrivals and dear men[3029]
Of estimation and command in arms.
Sir M. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well opposed.[3030]
Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear;
And, to prevent the worst, Sir Michael, speed:35
For if Lord Percy thrive not, ere the king[3031]
Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,
For he hath heard of our confederacy,[3032]
And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him:
Therefore make haste. I must go write again40
To other friends; and so farewell, Sir Michael. [Exeunt.