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by William Shakespeare


  The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,

  No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,

  As far as to the sepulchre of Christ –

  Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross

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  We are impressed and engag’d to fight –

  Forthwith a power of English shall we levy,

  Whose arms were moulded in their mothers’ womb

  To chase these pagans in those holy fields

  Over whose acres walk’d those blessed feet

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  Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail’d

  For our advantage on the bitter cross.

  But this our purpose now is twelve month old,

  And bootless ’tis to tell you we will go;

  Therefor we meet not now. Then let me hear

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  Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,

  What yesternight our Council did decree

  In forwarding this dear expedience.

  WESTMORELAND

  My liege, this haste was hot in question,

  And many limits of the charge set down

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  But yesternight, when all athwart there came

  A post from Wales, loaden with heavy news,

  Whose worst was that the noble Mortimer,

  Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight

  Against the irregular and wild Glendower,

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  Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken,

  A thousand of his people butchered,

  Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse,

  Such beastly shameless transformation,

  By those Welshwomen done, as may not be

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  Without much shame retold or spoken of.

  KING It seems then that the tidings of this broil

  Brake off our business for the Holy Land.

  WESTMORELAND

  This match’d with other did, my gracious lord,

  For more uneven and unwelcome news

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  Came from the north, and thus it did import:

  On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there,

  Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald,

  That ever valiant and approved Scot,

  At Holmedon met, where they did spend

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  A sad and bloody hour;

  As by discharge of their artillery,

  And shape of likelihood, the news was told;

  For he that brought them, in the very heat

  And pride of their contention did take horse,

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  Uncertain of the issue any way.

  KING Here is a dear, a true industrious friend,

  Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse,

  Stain’d with the variation of each soil

  Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours;

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  And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news.

  The Earl of Douglas is discomfited;

  Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights,

  Balk’d in their own blood, did Sir Walter see

  On Holmedon’s plains; of prisoners Hotspur took

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  Mordake, Earl of Fife and eldest son

  To beaten Douglas, and the Earl of Athol,

  Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith:

  And is not this an honourable spoil?

  A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not?

  WESTMORELAND In faith,

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  It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.

  KING

  Yea, there thou mak’st me sad, and mak’st me sin

  In envy that my Lord Northumberland

  Should be the father to so blest a son;

  A son who is the theme of honour’s tongue,

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  Amongst a grove the very straightest plant,

  Who is sweet Fortune’s minion and her pride;

  Whilst I by looking on the praise of him

  See riot and dishonour stain the brow

  Of my young Harry. O that it could be prov’d

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  That some night-tripping fairy had exchang’d

  In cradle-clothes our children where they lay,

  And call’d mine Percy, his Plantagenet!

  Then would I have his Harry, and he mine:

  But let him from my thoughts. What think you, coz,

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  Of this young Percy’s pride? The prisoners

  Which he in this adventure hath surpris’d

  To his own use he keeps, and sends me word

  I shall have none but Mordake, Earl of Fife.

  WESTMORELAND

  This is his uncle’s teaching, this is Worcester,

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  Malevolent to you in all aspects,

  Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up

  The crest of youth against your dignity.

  KING But I have sent for him to answer this;

  And for this cause awhile we must neglect

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  Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.

  Cousin, on Wednesday next our Council we

  Will hold at Windsor, so inform the lords:

  But come yourself with speed to us again,

  For more is to be said and to be done

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  Than out of anger can be uttered.

  WESTMORELAND I will, my liege. Exeunt.

  1.2 Enter PRINCE OF WALES and SIR JOHN FALSTAFF.

  FALSTAFF Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad?

  PRINCE Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of old

  sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping

  upon benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to

  demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know.

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  What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day?

  Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons,

  and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of

  leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot

  wench in flame-coloured taffeta, I see no reason why

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  thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of

  the day.

  FALSTAFF Indeed, you come near me now, Hal, for we

  that take purses go by the moon and the seven stars,

  and not ‘by Phoebus, he, that wand’ring knight so

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  fair’: and I prithee sweet wag, when thou art king, as

  God save thy Grace – Majesty I should say, for grace

  thou wilt have none –

  PRINCE What, none?

  FALSTAFF No, by my troth, not so much as will serve to

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  be prologue to an egg and butter.

  PRINCE Well, how then? Come, roundly, roundly.

  FALSTAFF Marry then sweet wag, when thou art king let

  not us that are squires of the night’s body be called

  thieves of the day’s beauty: let us be Diana’s foresters,

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  gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon; and let

  men say we be men of good government, being

  governed as the sea is, by our noble and chaste

  mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.

  PRINCE Thou sayest well, and it holds well too, for the

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  fortune of us that are the moon’s men doth ebb and

  flow like the sea, being governed as the sea is, by the

  moon – as for proof now, a purse of gold most

  resolutely snatched on Monday night, and most

  dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning, got with

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  swearing ‘Lay by!’, and spent with crying ‘Bring in!’,

  now in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder, and by

  and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows.

  FALSTAFF
By the Lord thou say’st true, lad; and is not

  my hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?

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  PRINCE As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle;

  and is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance?

  FALSTAFF How now, how now, mad wag? What, in thy

  quips and thy quiddities? What a plague have I to do

  with a buff jerkin?

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  PRINCE Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of

  the tavern?

  FALSTAFF Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning

  many a time and oft.

  PRINCE Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part?

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  FALSTAFF No, I’ll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all

  there.

  PRINCE Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would

  stretch, and where it would not I have used my credit.

  FALSTAFF Yea, and so used it that were it not here

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  apparent that thou art heir apparent – But I prithee

  sweet wag, shall there be gallows standing in England

  when thou art king? and resolution thus fubbed as it is

  with the rusty curb of old father Antic the law? Do not

  thou when thou art king hang a thief.

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  PRINCE No, thou shalt.

  FALSTAFF Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I’ll be a brave

  judge!

  PRINCE Thou judgest false already, I mean thou shalt

  have the hanging of the thieves, and so become a rare

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  hangman.

  FALSTAFF Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps

  with my humour, as well as waiting in the court, I can

  tell you.

  PRINCE For obtaining of suits?

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  FALSTAFF Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the

  hangman hath no lean wardrobe. ‘Sblood, I am as

  melancholy as a gib cat, or a lugged bear.

  PRINCE Or an old lion, or a lover’s lute.

  FALSTAFF Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe.

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  PRINCE What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy of

  Moor-ditch?

  FALSTAFF Thou hast the most unsavoury similes, and

  art indeed the most comparative rascalliest sweet

  young prince. But Hal, I prithee trouble me no more

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  with vanity. I would to God thou and I knew where a

  commodity of good names were to be bought: an old

  lord of the Council rated me the other day in the street

  about you, sir, but I marked him not, and yet he talked

  very wisely, but I regarded him not, and yet he talked

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  wisely, and in the street too.

  PRINCE Thou didst well, for wisdom cries out in the

  streets and no man regards it.

  FALSTAFF O, thou hast damnable iteration, and art

  indeed able to corrupt a saint: thou hast done much

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  harm upon me, Hal, God forgive thee for it: before I

  knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing, and now am I, if a

  man should speak truly, little better than one of the

  wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give it

  over: by the Lord, and I do not I am a villain, I’ll be

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  damned for never a king’s son in Christendom.

  PRINCE Where shall we take a purse tomorrow, Jack?

  FALSTAFF ‘Zounds, where thou wilt, lad, I’ll make one;

  an I do not, call me villain and baffle me.

  PRINCE I see a good amendment of life in thee, from

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  praying to purse-taking.

  FALSTAFF Why, Hal, ’tis my vocation, Hal, ’tis no sin

  for a man to labour in his vocation.

  Enter POINS.

  Poins! – Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a

  match. O, if men were to be saved by merit, what hole

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  in hell were hot enough for him? This is the most

  omnipotent villain that ever cried ‘Stand!’ to a true

  man.

  PRINCE Good morrow, Ned.

  POINS Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur

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  Remorse? What says Sir John Sack – and Sugar? Jack!

  how agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that thou

  soldest him on Good Friday last, for a cup of Madeira

  and a cold capon’s leg?

  PRINCE Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall have

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  his bargain, for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs:

  he will give the devil his due.

  POINS Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with

  the devil.

  PRINCE Else he had been damned for cozening the

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  devil.

  POINS But my lads, my lads, tomorrow morning, by

 

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