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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Act one of the second part of King Henry the Fourth.
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Fourth by William Shakespeare. Induction scene, England, Warkworth before Northumberland's Castle,
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Enter rumor, painted full of tongues.
Speaker 2 (00:33):
Open your ears, for which of you will stop the
vent of hearing? When a loud rumor speaks. I from
the orient to the drooping west, making the wind my
post horse still unfold the acts commenced on this ball
of earth. Upon my tongue's continual slanders ride the witch.
In every language. I pronounce stuffing the ears of men
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with false reports. I speak of peace, while covert enmity
and the smile of safety wounds the world. And who
but rumor, Who but only I make fearful musters and
prepared defense, whilst the big ear swoln with some other
grief is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
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And no such matter. Rumor is a pipe blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures,
and of so easy and so plain a stop that
the blunt monster with uncounted heads, the still discordant, wavering
multitude can play upon it. But what need I, thus
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my well known body, to anatomize among my household? Why
is rumor here I run before King Harry's victory, who
in a bloody field by Shrewsbury hath beaten down Young
Hotspur and his troops, quenching the flame of bold rebellion,
even with the rebel's blood. But what may I to
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speak so true? At first? My office is to noise
abroad that Harry Monmouth fell under the wrath of Noble
Hotspur's sword amid the king before the Douglas rage stooped
his anointed head as low as death. This have I
rumored through the peasant towns between that royal field of
Shrewsbury and this worm eaten hold of ragged Stone, where
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Hotspur's father, Old Northumberland, lies, crafty, sick. The posts come
tiring on, and not old man of them brings othern't
use the nave leard of me from rumors tongues. They
bring smooth comforts, false worse than true wrongs.
Speaker 1 (02:41):
Exit scene one Warkworth, before Northumberland's castle. Enter Lord Bardolph,
who keeps the gate. Here ho the porter opens the gate?
Speaker 3 (02:55):
Where is the Earl?
Speaker 2 (02:57):
What should I say?
Speaker 3 (02:58):
You are tell thou the earth that the Lord Bardolf
doth attend him. Here his lordship is walked forth into
the orchard.
Speaker 4 (03:06):
Please it, your honor knock but at the gate, and
he himself will answer.
Speaker 1 (03:11):
Enter Northumberland.
Speaker 3 (03:13):
Here comes the Earl.
Speaker 5 (03:14):
Exit porter, What news Lord Bardoff? Every minute now should
be the father of some stratagem. The times are wild contention.
Like a horse full of my feeling madly hath broke
loose and bears down all before him.
Speaker 3 (03:29):
Noble Earl, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury, good
and God will, 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 killed by the hand of Douglas
young Prince John and Westmoreland and Stafford fled the field,
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and Harry Monmouth's braun the hulk, Sir John, is prisoner
to your son. Oh, such a day so fought, so followed,
and so fair one came not till now to dignify
the times. Since Caesar's fortunes.
Speaker 5 (04:06):
How is this derived? Saw you the field? Came you
from Shrewsbury.
Speaker 3 (04:11):
I spake with one, my lord, that came from Thence,
a gentleman, well bred and of good name, that really
rendered me these news for true.
Speaker 1 (04:19):
Enter Travers.
Speaker 5 (04:20):
Here comes my servant, Travers, whom I sent on Tuesday
last to listen after news.
Speaker 3 (04:26):
My Lord. I overrode him on the way, and he
is furnished with no certainties more than he haply may
retail from me.
Speaker 5 (04:33):
Now, Travers, what good tidings comes with you?
Speaker 6 (04:37):
My Lord?
Speaker 7 (04:37):
Sir John Mfrevell termed me back with joyful tidings, and
being better horse outruaned me. After him came sparing Hard,
a gentleman almost for spent with speed that stopped by
me to breathe his bloodied horse. He asked the way
to Chester, and of him I did demand one news
from Shrewsbury. He told me that rebellion had bad luck
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and that young Harry Percy's spur cold. With that, he
gave his able horse the head, and, bending forward, struck
his armored heels against the hunting side of his poor
jade up to the rowl head and starting so he
seemed in running to devour the way, staying no longer question.
Speaker 5 (05:16):
Huh again, said he Young Harry Percy's spur was cold
of hot spur, cold spur that rebellion hath met ill luck.
Speaker 3 (05:27):
My lord. I'll tell you what, if, my young lord
your son have not the day upon mine honor for
a silken point, I'll give my barony, never talk of it.
Speaker 5 (05:37):
Why should that gentleman that rode by travers give them
such instances of loss?
Speaker 3 (05:42):
Who he he was some hilding fellow that had stolen
the horse? He rode on, and upon my life spoke
out of venture. Look here comes more news.
Speaker 1 (05:53):
Enter Morton.
Speaker 5 (05:54):
Yea, this man's brow, like to a tidal leaf, foretells
the nature of a tragic volume. So looks the strand
whereon the imperious flood hath left a witness'd usurpation, Say Orton,
didst thou come from Shrewsbury?
Speaker 4 (06:10):
I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord, where hateful death
puts on his ugliest mask to fright our party.
Speaker 5 (06:20):
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
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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
noble Douglas, stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds.
But the end to stop my ear. Indeed, thou hast
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a sigh to blow away this praise, ending with brother son,
and all are dead.
Speaker 4 (07:12):
Douglas is living, and your brother Yet but for my lord, your.
Speaker 5 (07:19):
Son, why he is dead? See what a ready tongue
suspicion hath he that but fears the thing he would
not know? Hath my instinct knowledge from others eyes that
what he feared 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
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me such wrong.
Speaker 4 (07:41):
You are too great to be by me, gain said,
your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.
Speaker 5 (07:52):
Yet for all this say nought that Percy's dead. I
see a strange confession in thine eye. Thou shakest thy
hair inholsted in 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
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not alive yet the first bringer of unwelcome news hath
but a losing office, and his tongue sounds ever after
as a sullen bell remembered, tolling a departing friend.
Speaker 3 (08:29):
I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead.
Speaker 4 (08:32):
I'm sorry I should force you to believe that which
I would to God I had not seen, But these
mine eyes saw him in bloody state, rendering faint quittance,
wearied and out breath to Harry Monmouth, whose swift wrath
beat down the never daunted Percy to the earth. From
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whence with life he never more sprang up 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 tempered courage in his troops for
from his metal was his party steel'd, which once in
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him abated, and the rest turned 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 Hotspury's loss, lend to this weight such lightness
with their fear, that arrows fled not swifter toward their
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aim than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, fly
from the field. Then was that noble Worcester soon taken prisoner,
and that furious Scot, the bloody Douglas, whose well laboring
sword had three times slain the appearance of the king
can veil his stomach, and did grace the shame of
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those that turned their backs, and in his flight, stumbling
in fear, was took. The sum of all is that
the king hath won and have sent out a speedy
power to encounter you, my lord, under the conduct of
young Lancaster and Westmorland. This is the news at full.
Speaker 5 (10:27):
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, having some measure
made me well. And as the wretch whose fever, weakened
joints like strengthless hinges buckle under life, impatient of his fit,
breaks like a fire out of his keeper's arms. Even so,
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my limbs, weakened with grief, being now enraged with grief,
are thrice themselves. Hence therefore thou nice crutch, a scaly gauntlet,
now with joints of steel, must love this hand, and
hince thou sickly. Quoth thou art a guard too wanton
for the head which princes fleshed with conquest, aim to hit. Now,
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bind my brows with iron, and approach the raggedest hour
that time and spite dare bring to frown upon the
enraged Northumberland. Let heaven kiss earth. Now, Let not Nature's
hand keep the wild flood confined. Let order die, and
let this world no longer be a stage to feed
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contention in a lingering act. But let one spirit of
the first born cain rain in all bosoms, that each heart,
being set on bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
and darkness be the barrier of the dead.
Speaker 3 (11:52):
This strained passion doth you wrong, my.
Speaker 4 (11:54):
Lord, sweet earl, Divorce not wisdom from your honor. The
lives of all your loving complices lean on your health,
the which, if you give o'er to stormy passion, must
perforce decay. You cast the event of war, my noble lord,
and summed the account of chance. Before you said, let
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us make head. It was your pre surmise that in
the dole of blows your son might drop. You knew
he walked o'er perils on an edge more likely to
fall in than to get o'er. You were advised his
flesh was capable of wounds and scars, and that his
forward spirit would lift him where most trade of danger ranged.
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Yet did you say, go forth? And none of this,
though strongly apprehended, could restrain the stiff born action. What
hath then befallen? Or what hath this bold enterprise brought
forth more than that being which was like to be?
Speaker 3 (12:56):
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 ventured
for the gain proposed choked the respect of likely peril feared.
And since we are overseet venture again, come we will
put forth body and goods.
Speaker 4 (13:16):
Tis more than time, and my most noble Lord, I
hear for certain, and dare speak the truth. The gentle
Archbishop of York is up with well appointed powers. He
is a man who, with a double surety binds his followers.
My Lord, your son had only but the corpse, but
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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, constrained
as men drink potions, that their weapons only seemed on
our side. But for their spirits and souls, this word rebellion,
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it had froze them up as fish are in a pond.
But now the Bishop turns insurrection to religion. Suppose 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, scraped from pomfrets stones, derives
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from heaven his quarrel, and his cause tells them he
doth bestride a bleeding land, gasping for life under great
baling brook. And more and less do you flock to
follow him.
Speaker 5 (14:39):
I knew of this before, but to speak truth, this
present grief hath wiped it from my mind. Go in
with me and counsel every man the Aptist way for
safety and revenge. Get posts and letters, and make friends
with speed. Never so few and never yet more.
Speaker 1 (14:57):
Need exant scene to London a street. Enter Sir John
Falstaff with his page, bearing his sword and buckler.
Speaker 8 (15:13):
Sir, you t giant. What says the doctor to my water?
Speaker 9 (15:18):
He said, sir, the water itself was a good, healthy water,
But for the party that owed it, he might have
more diseases than he knew.
Speaker 8 (15:25):
For 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
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thee like a soal that hath overwhelmed on 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 horse son man, drake,
Thou art fitter to be worn in my cap than
to wait at my heels. I was never manned with
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an agate till now. But I will in set 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
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off his cheek. And yet he will not stick to
say his face is a face royal. God may finish
it when he will tis not a hare 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
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ever since his father was a bachelor. He may keep
his own grace, but he's almost out of mine. I
can assure him. What said Master Dommilton about the satin
for my short cloak and my slops.
Speaker 9 (17:08):
He said, Sir, you should procure him better assurance than Bardoff.
He would not take his band and yours. He liked
not the security.
Speaker 8 (17:16):
Let him be damned like the glutton bray God. His
tongue be hotter o horse son, a chittafel rascal. He
a forsooth knave to better gentleman in hand, and then
stand upon security. The horse and smooth pates do now
wear nothing but high shoes and bunches of keys at
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their girdles. And if a man is through with them
in honest taking up, then they must stand upon security.
I had as leef, they would put raspin in my
mouth his offer to stop it with security, I looked
as should have sent me two and twenty yards of saturn.
Is I a true knight that he sends me security?
Speaker 10 (18:00):
Well?
Speaker 8 (18:01):
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 we have his own
latern to light him. Where's Bardolf?
Speaker 9 (18:16):
He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship horse.
Speaker 8 (18:19):
I bought him in Palls, and he'll buy me a
horse in Smithfield. And I could get me but a
wife and the stews. I'm a maned, horsed and wived.
Speaker 1 (18:28):
And to the Lord, Chief Justice and servant.
Speaker 9 (18:31):
Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the prince for
striking him about Bardolf?
Speaker 8 (18:36):
Wait close, I will not see him.
Speaker 10 (18:39):
What's he that goes there?
Speaker 6 (18:41):
Falstaff and please your lordship.
Speaker 10 (18:44):
He that was in the question for the robbery.
Speaker 6 (18:48):
He my lord, but he has since done good service
at Shrewsbury, and as I hear, is now gone with
some charge to the Lord John of Lancaster.
Speaker 10 (18:58):
What to Joe or call him back again.
Speaker 6 (19:02):
Sir John Falstaff boy, tell him, I am deaf.
Speaker 9 (19:08):
You must speak louder. My master is deaf.
Speaker 10 (19:12):
I am sure he is to the hearing of anything good.
Go pluck him by the elbow. I must speak with him.
Speaker 8 (19:19):
Sir John, What a young knave? And begging? Is there not?
Speaker 11 (19:25):
Wars?
Speaker 8 (19:26):
Is there not? Employment? Doth not the king lack subjects?
Do not the rebels need soldiers?
Speaker 11 (19:34):
There would be a.
Speaker 8 (19:35):
Shame to be on any side but one. It is
worse a shame to beg than to be on the
worst side. Were it worse than the name of rebellion
can tell how to make it.
Speaker 6 (19:46):
You mistake me, sir, Why.
Speaker 8 (19:48):
Sir, did I say you were an honest man, sending
my knighthood and my soldiership aside? I had lighted my
throat if I had said so.
Speaker 6 (19:57):
I pray you, sir, it's that your knighthood and your
soldiership aside, and give me leave to tell you in
your throat, if you say that I am any other
than an honest man.
Speaker 8 (20:08):
I give thee leave to tell me. So I lay
aside that which grows to me. If thou get'st any
leave of me, hang me. If thou takest leave, thou
art better be hanged. You hunt counter hence of.
Speaker 10 (20:23):
Aught, Sir.
Speaker 6 (20:25):
My Lord would speak with you.
Speaker 10 (20:28):
Sir, John fALS off a word with.
Speaker 8 (20:30):
You, My good lord, God give your lordship good time
of day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad.
I heard say your lordship was sick. I hope your
lordship goes abroad by advice. Your Lordship, though not clean
past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you,
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some relish of the saltness of time. And I most
humbly beseech your Lordship to have a reverent care of
your health.
Speaker 10 (21:00):
JOm, I send for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury.
Speaker 8 (21:04):
And please your lordship. I hear his majesty is returned
with some discomfort from Wales.
Speaker 10 (21:11):
I talk not of his majesty. You would not come
when I sent for you, And I.
Speaker 8 (21:16):
Hear moreover his highais has fallen into this same horse
and apoplexy.
Speaker 10 (21:22):
Well, God mend him. I pray you let me speak
with you.
Speaker 8 (21:27):
This apoplexy, as I take it, is a kind of lethargy,
and please your lordship, a kind of sleeping in the
blood a horse im tingling.
Speaker 10 (21:35):
What tell you me of it? Be it as it is?
Speaker 8 (21:39):
It hath it original from much grief, from study and
perturbation of the brain. I have read the cause of
his effects in Galen. It is a kind of deafness.
Speaker 10 (21:51):
I think you are fallen into the decease. For you
hear not what I say to you.
Speaker 11 (21:58):
Very well, my lord, very well, rather, and please you.
It is the disease of not listening, the malady of
not marking that I am troubled.
Speaker 10 (22:08):
With alle to punish you by the heat would amend
the attention of your heirs, And I care not if
I do become your physician.
Speaker 8 (22:17):
I am as poor as job, my lord, but not
so patient. Your lordship may minister the potion of imprisonment
to me in respective poverty, But how I should be
your patient to follow your prescriptions otherwise may make some
dram of a scruple, or indeed a scruple itself.
Speaker 10 (22:37):
I sent for you, when there were matters against you
for your life, to come speak with me.
Speaker 8 (22:42):
As I was then advised by my learned counselor the
laws of this land's service, I did not come.
Speaker 10 (22:50):
While the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infaming.
Speaker 8 (22:55):
He that buckles himself in my belt cannot live in less.
Speaker 10 (23:01):
Your means are very slender, and your waist is great.
Speaker 8 (23:06):
I would it were otherwise. I would my means were
greater and my waist slenderer.
Speaker 10 (23:13):
You have misled the youthful prince.
Speaker 8 (23:16):
The young prince hath misled me. I am the fellow
with a great belly, and he my dog.
Speaker 10 (23:24):
Well, I am loth to call a new healed wound
your day's service at truthbrey hath a little gilded over
your night's exploit on glads Hill. You may thank the
unique time for your quite overresposting that action, my lord.
But since all is well, keep it so wake not
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a sleeping wolf.
Speaker 8 (23:47):
To wake a wolf is as bad as smell a fox.
Speaker 10 (23:51):
What you are as a candle, the better part burnt out.
Speaker 8 (23:56):
A wastle candle, my lord, I'll tallow. If I did
say of wax, my growth would approve.
Speaker 10 (24:03):
The truth, there is not a white hair in your face,
but should have his effect of gravity.
Speaker 8 (24:10):
His effect of gravy, gravy.
Speaker 10 (24:13):
You follow the young prince up and down like his
ill angel.
Speaker 8 (24:18):
Not so, my lord, your ill angel is light. But
hope he that looks upon me will take me without weighing.
And yet in some respects I grant, I cannot go,
I cannot tell. The virtue is of so little regard,
And these costmonger's times that true valor is turned bararad,
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pregnancy is made a tapster, and tis quick wit wasted
in giving reckonings. All the other gifts are pertinent to man,
as the malice of this age shapes them, are not
worth a gooseberry. You that are old, consider not the
capacities of us that are young. You do measure the
heat of our livers with the bitterness of your galls,
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And we that are in the vayward of our youth
must confess our wags too.
Speaker 10 (25:08):
Do you set down your name in the scroll of
youth that are written down old with all the characters
of h have you not a moist eye, a dry hand,
a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg and
increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short,
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your chin double, your wits single, and every part about
your blasted with antiquity? And will you yet call yourself young? Five? Five,
sir John.
Speaker 8 (25:43):
My lord, I was born about three of the clock
in the afternoon, with a white head and something around belly.
For my voice, I have lost it. With hallooing and
singing of anthems to approve my youth further, I will not.
The truth is I have only old in judgment and understanding.
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And he that will cave with me for a thousand marks,
let him lend me the money, and have at him
for the box of the ear that the Prince gave you.
He gave it like a rude prince, and you took
it like a sensible lord. I have chucked him for it,
and the young lion repents. Marry not in ashes and sackcloth,
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but in new silk and old.
Speaker 10 (26:26):
Sac Well, God send the prince a better companion.
Speaker 8 (26:31):
God send the companion a better prince. I cannot rid
my hands of him.
Speaker 10 (26:36):
Well the king has served you. I hear you are
going with Lord Jant of Lancaster against the Archbishop and
the Earl of Northumberland.
Speaker 8 (26:47):
He I thank you a pretty sweet wit for it.
But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady
peace at home, that our armies join not in a
half day, For by the Lord, I take what two
shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily.
If it be a hot day and I brandish anything
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but a bottle, I would I might never spit white again.
There is not a dangerous action can peep out his head,
But I am thrust upon it. Well, I cannot last ever,
but it was always yet the trick of our English nation.
If I have a good thing to make it too common.
If he will needs say I am an old man,
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you should give me rest. I would to God my
name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is.
I were better to be eaten to death with a
rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
Speaker 10 (27:43):
Well, be honest, be honest, and God bless your expedition.
Speaker 8 (27:48):
Will your lordship lend me a thousand pounds to furnish
me forth?
Speaker 10 (27:53):
Not a penny? Not a penny. You are too impatient
to bear crosses fare. You well commend me to my
CAUs in Westmoreland.
Speaker 1 (28:03):
Exeit chief Justice and servant if.
Speaker 8 (28:06):
I do fillip me with a three man beetle, A
man can no more separate age and covetousness than I
can part young limbs and letchery. But the gout galls
the one, and the pox pinches the other, and so
both the degrees prevent my curses. Boy sir, what money
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is in my purse?
Speaker 9 (28:31):
Seven groats and tuppants.
Speaker 8 (28:33):
I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse,
borrowing only lingers and lingers it out. But the disease
is incurable. Go bear this letter to my Lord of Lancaster,
this to the Prince, this to the Earl of Westmorland,
and this to old Mistress Ursula, whom I have weakly
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sworn to Mary. Since I perceived the first white hair
of my chin about it, you know where to find me.
Speaker 1 (29:01):
Exit page A box of.
Speaker 8 (29:04):
This scout, nor a gout of this pox, for the
one or the other plays the rogue with my great toe.
Tis no matter if I do halt. I have the
wars for my color, and my pension shall seem the
more reasonable. A good wit will make use of anything.
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I will turn diseases into commodity.
Speaker 1 (29:28):
Exit Scene three York, the Archbishop's palace, enter the Archbishop,
Thomas Malbray, the Earl Marshall, Lord Hastings, and Lord Bardolph.
Speaker 12 (29:46):
Thus have you heard our cause and known our means?
And my most noble friends, I pray you all speak
plainly your opinions of our hopes. And first, Lord Marshall,
what say you to it.
Speaker 13 (30:00):
The occasion of our arms? But gladly would be better
satisfied how in our means we should advance ourselves to look,
with forehead bald and big enough, upon the power and
puissance of the King.
Speaker 14 (30:12):
Our present musters grow upon the file to five and
twenty thousand men of choice, and our supplies live largely
in the hope of Great Northumberland, whose bosom burns with
an incensed fire of injuries.
Speaker 3 (30:27):
The question, then, Lord Hastings, standeth thus, whether our present
five and twenty thousand may hold up head without Northumberland
With him we may yea Mary, there's the point. But
if without him we be thought too feeble, my judgment
is we should not step too far till we had
his assistance by the hand. For in a theme so
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bloody faced as this conjecture, expectation and surmise of aids
incertain should not be admitted.
Speaker 12 (30:56):
Tis very true, Lord Bardolf, For indeed it was young
Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury.
Speaker 3 (31:01):
It was my lord who lined himself with hope, eating
the air and promise of supply, flattering himself in project
of a power much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts.
And so, with great imagination proper to mad men led
his powers to death, and winking leapt into destruction.
Speaker 14 (31:20):
But by your leave it never yet did hurt to
lay down likelihoods and forms of hope.
Speaker 3 (31:26):
Yes, if this present quality of war, indeed, the instant
action a cause on foot, lives so in hope as
in an early spring we see the appearing buds, which,
to prove fruit hope gives not so much warrant as
despair that frosts will bite them. When we mean to build,
we first survey the plot, then draw the model, And
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when we see the figure of the house, then we
must rate the cost of the erection, which if we
find out Way's ability, what do we do then but
draw anew the model in fewer offices, or at least
desist to build that all much more in this great work,
which is almost to pluck a kingdom down and set
another up. Should we survey the plot of situation and
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the model consent upon a shore foundation? Question surveyors know
our own estate, how able such a work to undergo
to weigh against his opposite? Or else we fortify in
paper and in figures, using the names of men instead
of men, Like one that draws the model of a
house beyond his power to build it, who half through
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gives o'er and leaves his part created cost a naked,
subject to the weeping clouds and waste for churlish winter's tyranny.
Speaker 14 (32:39):
Well that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth, should
be still born, that we now possessed the utmost man
of expectation. I think we are a body strong enough,
even as we are, to equal with the king.
Speaker 3 (32:52):
What is the king but five and twenty thousand to us?
Speaker 14 (32:55):
No more? Nay, not so much, Lord Bardolph, for his
divisian as the times do brawl are in three heads,
one power against the French and one against Glendower. Perforce
a third must take up us. So is the unfirmed
king in three divided, And his coffers sound with hollow
poverty and emptiness that.
Speaker 12 (33:17):
He should draw his several strengths together and come against
us in full poissance, need not be dreaded.
Speaker 14 (33:24):
If he should do so. He leaves his back unarmed,
the French and Welsh baying him at the heels. Never
fear that.
Speaker 3 (33:31):
Who is it like should lead his forces hither the.
Speaker 14 (33:34):
Duke of Lancaster and Westmoland against the Welsh himself and
Harry Monmouth. But who is substituted against the French, I
have no certain notice.
Speaker 12 (33:44):
Let us on and publish the occasion of our arms.
The commonwealth is sick of their own choice. Their over
greedy love hath surfeited, and habitation giddy and unsure, hath
he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. Oh tha fond
many with what loud applause didst thou beat heaven with
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blessing Bolingbrook, before he was what thou wouldst have him be,
And being now trimm'd in thine own desires, Thou beastly feeder,
art so full of him that thou provokest thyself to
cast him up. So so thou common dog, didst thou
disgorge thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard. And now
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thou wouldst eat thy dead, vomit up, and howl'st to
find it who what trust is? In these times? They that,
when Richard lived, would have him die, are now become
enamored on his grave. Thou that threwest dust upon his
goodly head, when through proud London he came, sighing on
after the admired heels of Bolingbrook. Criest now o earth yield,
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dost that king again? And take thou this o thoughts
of men accurst past and to come seems best things
present worst.
Speaker 13 (35:04):
Shall we go, draw our numbers and set.
Speaker 14 (35:07):
On We are time subjects, and time bids be gone.
Speaker 1 (35:14):
End of Act one
Act one of the second part of King Henry the Fourth.
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Enter rumor, painted full of tongues.
Speaker 2 (00:33):
Open your ears, for which of you will stop the
vent of hearing? When a loud rumor speaks. I from
the orient to the drooping west, making the wind my
post horse still unfold the acts commenced on this ball
of earth. Upon my tongue's continual slanders ride the witch.
In every language. I pronounce stuffing the ears of men
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with false reports. I speak of peace, while covert enmity
and the smile of safety wounds the world. And who
but rumor, Who but only I make fearful musters and
prepared defense, whilst the big ear swoln with some other
grief is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
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And no such matter. Rumor is a pipe blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures,
and of so easy and so plain a stop that
the blunt monster with uncounted heads, the still discordant, wavering
multitude can play upon it. But what need I, thus
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my well known body, to anatomize among my household? Why
is rumor here I run before King Harry's victory, who
in a bloody field by Shrewsbury hath beaten down Young
Hotspur and his troops, quenching the flame of bold rebellion,
even with the rebel's blood. But what may I to
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speak so true? At first? My office is to noise
abroad that Harry Monmouth fell under the wrath of Noble
Hotspur's sword amid the king before the Douglas rage stooped
his anointed head as low as death. This have I
rumored through the peasant towns between that royal field of
Shrewsbury and this worm eaten hold of ragged Stone, where
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Hotspur's father, Old Northumberland, lies, crafty, sick. The posts come
tiring on, and not old man of them brings othern't
use the nave leard of me from rumors tongues. They
bring smooth comforts, false worse than true wrongs.
Speaker 1 (02:41):
Exit scene one Warkworth, before Northumberland's castle. Enter Lord Bardolph,
who keeps the gate. Here ho the porter opens the gate?
Speaker 3 (02:55):
Where is the Earl?
Speaker 2 (02:57):
What should I say?
Speaker 3 (02:58):
You are tell thou the earth that the Lord Bardolf
doth attend him. Here his lordship is walked forth into
the orchard.
Speaker 4 (03:06):
Please it, your honor knock but at the gate, and
he himself will answer.
Speaker 1 (03:11):
Enter Northumberland.
Speaker 3 (03:13):
Here comes the Earl.
Speaker 5 (03:14):
Exit porter, What news Lord Bardoff? Every minute now should
be the father of some stratagem. The times are wild contention.
Like a horse full of my feeling madly hath broke
loose and bears down all before him.
Speaker 3 (03:29):
Noble Earl, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury, good
and God will, 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 killed by the hand of Douglas
young Prince John and Westmoreland and Stafford fled the field,
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and Harry Monmouth's braun the hulk, Sir John, is prisoner
to your son. Oh, such a day so fought, so followed,
and so fair one came not till now to dignify
the times. Since Caesar's fortunes.
Speaker 5 (04:06):
How is this derived? Saw you the field? Came you
from Shrewsbury.
Speaker 3 (04:11):
I spake with one, my lord, that came from Thence,
a gentleman, well bred and of good name, that really
rendered me these news for true.
Speaker 1 (04:19):
Enter Travers.
Speaker 5 (04:20):
Here comes my servant, Travers, whom I sent on Tuesday
last to listen after news.
Speaker 3 (04:26):
My Lord. I overrode him on the way, and he
is furnished with no certainties more than he haply may
retail from me.
Speaker 5 (04:33):
Now, Travers, what good tidings comes with you?
Speaker 6 (04:37):
My Lord?
Speaker 7 (04:37):
Sir John Mfrevell termed me back with joyful tidings, and
being better horse outruaned me. After him came sparing Hard,
a gentleman almost for spent with speed that stopped by
me to breathe his bloodied horse. He asked the way
to Chester, and of him I did demand one news
from Shrewsbury. He told me that rebellion had bad luck
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and that young Harry Percy's spur cold. With that, he
gave his able horse the head, and, bending forward, struck
his armored heels against the hunting side of his poor
jade up to the rowl head and starting so he
seemed in running to devour the way, staying no longer question.
Speaker 5 (05:16):
Huh again, said he Young Harry Percy's spur was cold
of hot spur, cold spur that rebellion hath met ill luck.
Speaker 3 (05:27):
My lord. I'll tell you what, if, my young lord
your son have not the day upon mine honor for
a silken point, I'll give my barony, never talk of it.
Speaker 5 (05:37):
Why should that gentleman that rode by travers give them
such instances of loss?
Speaker 3 (05:42):
Who he he was some hilding fellow that had stolen
the horse? He rode on, and upon my life spoke
out of venture. Look here comes more news.
Speaker 1 (05:53):
Enter Morton.
Speaker 5 (05:54):
Yea, this man's brow, like to a tidal leaf, foretells
the nature of a tragic volume. So looks the strand
whereon the imperious flood hath left a witness'd usurpation, Say Orton,
didst thou come from Shrewsbury?
Speaker 4 (06:10):
I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord, where hateful death
puts on his ugliest mask to fright our party.
Speaker 5 (06:20):
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
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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
noble Douglas, stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds.
But the end to stop my ear. Indeed, thou hast
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a sigh to blow away this praise, ending with brother son,
and all are dead.
Speaker 4 (07:12):
Douglas is living, and your brother Yet but for my lord, your.
Speaker 5 (07:19):
Son, why he is dead? See what a ready tongue
suspicion hath he that but fears the thing he would
not know? Hath my instinct knowledge from others eyes that
what he feared 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
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me such wrong.
Speaker 4 (07:41):
You are too great to be by me, gain said,
your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.
Speaker 5 (07:52):
Yet for all this say nought that Percy's dead. I
see a strange confession in thine eye. Thou shakest thy
hair inholsted in 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
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not alive yet the first bringer of unwelcome news hath
but a losing office, and his tongue sounds ever after
as a sullen bell remembered, tolling a departing friend.
Speaker 3 (08:29):
I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead.
Speaker 4 (08:32):
I'm sorry I should force you to believe that which
I would to God I had not seen, But these
mine eyes saw him in bloody state, rendering faint quittance,
wearied and out breath to Harry Monmouth, whose swift wrath
beat down the never daunted Percy to the earth. From
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whence with life he never more sprang up 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 tempered courage in his troops for
from his metal was his party steel'd, which once in
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him abated, and the rest turned 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 Hotspury's loss, lend to this weight such lightness
with their fear, that arrows fled not swifter toward their
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aim than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, fly
from the field. Then was that noble Worcester soon taken prisoner,
and that furious Scot, the bloody Douglas, whose well laboring
sword had three times slain the appearance of the king
can veil his stomach, and did grace the shame of
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those that turned their backs, and in his flight, stumbling
in fear, was took. The sum of all is that
the king hath won and have sent out a speedy
power to encounter you, my lord, under the conduct of
young Lancaster and Westmorland. This is the news at full.
Speaker 5 (10:27):
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, having some measure
made me well. And as the wretch whose fever, weakened
joints like strengthless hinges buckle under life, impatient of his fit,
breaks like a fire out of his keeper's arms. Even so,
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my limbs, weakened with grief, being now enraged with grief,
are thrice themselves. Hence therefore thou nice crutch, a scaly gauntlet,
now with joints of steel, must love this hand, and
hince thou sickly. Quoth thou art a guard too wanton
for the head which princes fleshed with conquest, aim to hit. Now,
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bind my brows with iron, and approach the raggedest hour
that time and spite dare bring to frown upon the
enraged Northumberland. Let heaven kiss earth. Now, Let not Nature's
hand keep the wild flood confined. Let order die, and
let this world no longer be a stage to feed
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contention in a lingering act. But let one spirit of
the first born cain rain in all bosoms, that each heart,
being set on bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
and darkness be the barrier of the dead.
Speaker 3 (11:52):
This strained passion doth you wrong, my.
Speaker 4 (11:54):
Lord, sweet earl, Divorce not wisdom from your honor. The
lives of all your loving complices lean on your health,
the which, if you give o'er to stormy passion, must
perforce decay. You cast the event of war, my noble lord,
and summed the account of chance. Before you said, let
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us make head. It was your pre surmise that in
the dole of blows your son might drop. You knew
he walked o'er perils on an edge more likely to
fall in than to get o'er. You were advised his
flesh was capable of wounds and scars, and that his
forward spirit would lift him where most trade of danger ranged.
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Yet did you say, go forth? And none of this,
though strongly apprehended, could restrain the stiff born action. What
hath then befallen? Or what hath this bold enterprise brought
forth more than that being which was like to be?
Speaker 3 (12:56):
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 ventured
for the gain proposed choked the respect of likely peril feared.
And since we are overseet venture again, come we will
put forth body and goods.
Speaker 4 (13:16):
Tis more than time, and my most noble Lord, I
hear for certain, and dare speak the truth. The gentle
Archbishop of York is up with well appointed powers. He
is a man who, with a double surety binds his followers.
My Lord, your son had only but the corpse, but
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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, constrained
as men drink potions, that their weapons only seemed on
our side. But for their spirits and souls, this word rebellion,
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it had froze them up as fish are in a pond.
But now the Bishop turns insurrection to religion. Suppose 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, scraped from pomfrets stones, derives
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from heaven his quarrel, and his cause tells them he
doth bestride a bleeding land, gasping for life under great
baling brook. And more and less do you flock to
follow him.
Speaker 5 (14:39):
I knew of this before, but to speak truth, this
present grief hath wiped it from my mind. Go in
with me and counsel every man the Aptist way for
safety and revenge. Get posts and letters, and make friends
with speed. Never so few and never yet more.
Speaker 1 (14:57):
Need exant scene to London a street. Enter Sir John
Falstaff with his page, bearing his sword and buckler.
Speaker 8 (15:13):
Sir, you t giant. What says the doctor to my water?
Speaker 9 (15:18):
He said, sir, the water itself was a good, healthy water,
But for the party that owed it, he might have
more diseases than he knew.
Speaker 8 (15:25):
For 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
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thee like a soal that hath overwhelmed on 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 horse son man, drake,
Thou art fitter to be worn in my cap than
to wait at my heels. I was never manned with
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an agate till now. But I will in set 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
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off his cheek. And yet he will not stick to
say his face is a face royal. God may finish
it when he will tis not a hare 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
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ever since his father was a bachelor. He may keep
his own grace, but he's almost out of mine. I
can assure him. What said Master Dommilton about the satin
for my short cloak and my slops.
Speaker 9 (17:08):
He said, Sir, you should procure him better assurance than Bardoff.
He would not take his band and yours. He liked
not the security.
Speaker 8 (17:16):
Let him be damned like the glutton bray God. His
tongue be hotter o horse son, a chittafel rascal. He
a forsooth knave to better gentleman in hand, and then
stand upon security. The horse and smooth pates do now
wear nothing but high shoes and bunches of keys at
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their girdles. And if a man is through with them
in honest taking up, then they must stand upon security.
I had as leef, they would put raspin in my
mouth his offer to stop it with security, I looked
as should have sent me two and twenty yards of saturn.
Is I a true knight that he sends me security?
Speaker 10 (18:00):
Well?
Speaker 8 (18:01):
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 we have his own
latern to light him. Where's Bardolf?
Speaker 9 (18:16):
He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship horse.
Speaker 8 (18:19):
I bought him in Palls, and he'll buy me a
horse in Smithfield. And I could get me but a
wife and the stews. I'm a maned, horsed and wived.
Speaker 1 (18:28):
And to the Lord, Chief Justice and servant.
Speaker 9 (18:31):
Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the prince for
striking him about Bardolf?
Speaker 8 (18:36):
Wait close, I will not see him.
Speaker 10 (18:39):
What's he that goes there?
Speaker 6 (18:41):
Falstaff and please your lordship.
Speaker 10 (18:44):
He that was in the question for the robbery.
Speaker 6 (18:48):
He my lord, but he has since done good service
at Shrewsbury, and as I hear, is now gone with
some charge to the Lord John of Lancaster.
Speaker 10 (18:58):
What to Joe or call him back again.
Speaker 6 (19:02):
Sir John Falstaff boy, tell him, I am deaf.
Speaker 9 (19:08):
You must speak louder. My master is deaf.
Speaker 10 (19:12):
I am sure he is to the hearing of anything good.
Go pluck him by the elbow. I must speak with him.
Speaker 8 (19:19):
Sir John, What a young knave? And begging? Is there not?
Speaker 11 (19:25):
Wars?
Speaker 8 (19:26):
Is there not? Employment? Doth not the king lack subjects?
Do not the rebels need soldiers?
Speaker 11 (19:34):
There would be a.
Speaker 8 (19:35):
Shame to be on any side but one. It is
worse a shame to beg than to be on the
worst side. Were it worse than the name of rebellion
can tell how to make it.
Speaker 6 (19:46):
You mistake me, sir, Why.
Speaker 8 (19:48):
Sir, did I say you were an honest man, sending
my knighthood and my soldiership aside? I had lighted my
throat if I had said so.
Speaker 6 (19:57):
I pray you, sir, it's that your knighthood and your
soldiership aside, and give me leave to tell you in
your throat, if you say that I am any other
than an honest man.
Speaker 8 (20:08):
I give thee leave to tell me. So I lay
aside that which grows to me. If thou get'st any
leave of me, hang me. If thou takest leave, thou
art better be hanged. You hunt counter hence of.
Speaker 10 (20:23):
Aught, Sir.
Speaker 6 (20:25):
My Lord would speak with you.
Speaker 10 (20:28):
Sir, John fALS off a word with.
Speaker 8 (20:30):
You, My good lord, God give your lordship good time
of day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad.
I heard say your lordship was sick. I hope your
lordship goes abroad by advice. Your Lordship, though not clean
past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you,
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some relish of the saltness of time. And I most
humbly beseech your Lordship to have a reverent care of
your health.
Speaker 10 (21:00):
JOm, I send for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury.
Speaker 8 (21:04):
And please your lordship. I hear his majesty is returned
with some discomfort from Wales.
Speaker 10 (21:11):
I talk not of his majesty. You would not come
when I sent for you, And I.
Speaker 8 (21:16):
Hear moreover his highais has fallen into this same horse
and apoplexy.
Speaker 10 (21:22):
Well, God mend him. I pray you let me speak
with you.
Speaker 8 (21:27):
This apoplexy, as I take it, is a kind of lethargy,
and please your lordship, a kind of sleeping in the
blood a horse im tingling.
Speaker 10 (21:35):
What tell you me of it? Be it as it is?
Speaker 8 (21:39):
It hath it original from much grief, from study and
perturbation of the brain. I have read the cause of
his effects in Galen. It is a kind of deafness.
Speaker 10 (21:51):
I think you are fallen into the decease. For you
hear not what I say to you.
Speaker 11 (21:58):
Very well, my lord, very well, rather, and please you.
It is the disease of not listening, the malady of
not marking that I am troubled.
Speaker 10 (22:08):
With alle to punish you by the heat would amend
the attention of your heirs, And I care not if
I do become your physician.
Speaker 8 (22:17):
I am as poor as job, my lord, but not
so patient. Your lordship may minister the potion of imprisonment
to me in respective poverty, But how I should be
your patient to follow your prescriptions otherwise may make some
dram of a scruple, or indeed a scruple itself.
Speaker 10 (22:37):
I sent for you, when there were matters against you
for your life, to come speak with me.
Speaker 8 (22:42):
As I was then advised by my learned counselor the
laws of this land's service, I did not come.
Speaker 10 (22:50):
While the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infaming.
Speaker 8 (22:55):
He that buckles himself in my belt cannot live in less.
Speaker 10 (23:01):
Your means are very slender, and your waist is great.
Speaker 8 (23:06):
I would it were otherwise. I would my means were
greater and my waist slenderer.
Speaker 10 (23:13):
You have misled the youthful prince.
Speaker 8 (23:16):
The young prince hath misled me. I am the fellow
with a great belly, and he my dog.
Speaker 10 (23:24):
Well, I am loth to call a new healed wound
your day's service at truthbrey hath a little gilded over
your night's exploit on glads Hill. You may thank the
unique time for your quite overresposting that action, my lord.
But since all is well, keep it so wake not
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a sleeping wolf.
Speaker 8 (23:47):
To wake a wolf is as bad as smell a fox.
Speaker 10 (23:51):
What you are as a candle, the better part burnt out.
Speaker 8 (23:56):
A wastle candle, my lord, I'll tallow. If I did
say of wax, my growth would approve.
Speaker 10 (24:03):
The truth, there is not a white hair in your face,
but should have his effect of gravity.
Speaker 8 (24:10):
His effect of gravy, gravy.
Speaker 10 (24:13):
You follow the young prince up and down like his
ill angel.
Speaker 8 (24:18):
Not so, my lord, your ill angel is light. But
hope he that looks upon me will take me without weighing.
And yet in some respects I grant, I cannot go,
I cannot tell. The virtue is of so little regard,
And these costmonger's times that true valor is turned bararad,
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pregnancy is made a tapster, and tis quick wit wasted
in giving reckonings. All the other gifts are pertinent to man,
as the malice of this age shapes them, are not
worth a gooseberry. You that are old, consider not the
capacities of us that are young. You do measure the
heat of our livers with the bitterness of your galls,
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And we that are in the vayward of our youth
must confess our wags too.
Speaker 10 (25:08):
Do you set down your name in the scroll of
youth that are written down old with all the characters
of h have you not a moist eye, a dry hand,
a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg and
increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short,
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your chin double, your wits single, and every part about
your blasted with antiquity? And will you yet call yourself young? Five? Five,
sir John.
Speaker 8 (25:43):
My lord, I was born about three of the clock
in the afternoon, with a white head and something around belly.
For my voice, I have lost it. With hallooing and
singing of anthems to approve my youth further, I will not.
The truth is I have only old in judgment and understanding.
(26:03):
And he that will cave with me for a thousand marks,
let him lend me the money, and have at him
for the box of the ear that the Prince gave you.
He gave it like a rude prince, and you took
it like a sensible lord. I have chucked him for it,
and the young lion repents. Marry not in ashes and sackcloth,
(26:24):
but in new silk and old.
Speaker 10 (26:26):
Sac Well, God send the prince a better companion.
Speaker 8 (26:31):
God send the companion a better prince. I cannot rid
my hands of him.
Speaker 10 (26:36):
Well the king has served you. I hear you are
going with Lord Jant of Lancaster against the Archbishop and
the Earl of Northumberland.
Speaker 8 (26:47):
He I thank you a pretty sweet wit for it.
But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady
peace at home, that our armies join not in a
half day, For by the Lord, I take what two
shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily.
If it be a hot day and I brandish anything
(27:07):
but a bottle, I would I might never spit white again.
There is not a dangerous action can peep out his head,
But I am thrust upon it. Well, I cannot last ever,
but it was always yet the trick of our English nation.
If I have a good thing to make it too common.
If he will needs say I am an old man,
(27:30):
you should give me rest. I would to God my
name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is.
I were better to be eaten to death with a
rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
Speaker 10 (27:43):
Well, be honest, be honest, and God bless your expedition.
Speaker 8 (27:48):
Will your lordship lend me a thousand pounds to furnish
me forth?
Speaker 10 (27:53):
Not a penny? Not a penny. You are too impatient
to bear crosses fare. You well commend me to my
CAUs in Westmoreland.
Speaker 1 (28:03):
Exeit chief Justice and servant if.
Speaker 8 (28:06):
I do fillip me with a three man beetle, A
man can no more separate age and covetousness than I
can part young limbs and letchery. But the gout galls
the one, and the pox pinches the other, and so
both the degrees prevent my curses. Boy sir, what money
(28:29):
is in my purse?
Speaker 9 (28:31):
Seven groats and tuppants.
Speaker 8 (28:33):
I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse,
borrowing only lingers and lingers it out. But the disease
is incurable. Go bear this letter to my Lord of Lancaster,
this to the Prince, this to the Earl of Westmorland,
and this to old Mistress Ursula, whom I have weakly
(28:54):
sworn to Mary. Since I perceived the first white hair
of my chin about it, you know where to find me.
Speaker 1 (29:01):
Exit page A box of.
Speaker 8 (29:04):
This scout, nor a gout of this pox, for the
one or the other plays the rogue with my great toe.
Tis no matter if I do halt. I have the
wars for my color, and my pension shall seem the
more reasonable. A good wit will make use of anything.
(29:24):
I will turn diseases into commodity.
Speaker 1 (29:28):
Exit Scene three York, the Archbishop's palace, enter the Archbishop,
Thomas Malbray, the Earl Marshall, Lord Hastings, and Lord Bardolph.
Speaker 12 (29:46):
Thus have you heard our cause and known our means?
And my most noble friends, I pray you all speak
plainly your opinions of our hopes. And first, Lord Marshall,
what say you to it.
Speaker 13 (30:00):
The occasion of our arms? But gladly would be better
satisfied how in our means we should advance ourselves to look,
with forehead bald and big enough, upon the power and
puissance of the King.
Speaker 14 (30:12):
Our present musters grow upon the file to five and
twenty thousand men of choice, and our supplies live largely
in the hope of Great Northumberland, whose bosom burns with
an incensed fire of injuries.
Speaker 3 (30:27):
The question, then, Lord Hastings, standeth thus, whether our present
five and twenty thousand may hold up head without Northumberland
With him we may yea Mary, there's the point. But
if without him we be thought too feeble, my judgment
is we should not step too far till we had
his assistance by the hand. For in a theme so
(30:48):
bloody faced as this conjecture, expectation and surmise of aids
incertain should not be admitted.
Speaker 12 (30:56):
Tis very true, Lord Bardolf, For indeed it was young
Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury.
Speaker 3 (31:01):
It was my lord who lined himself with hope, eating
the air and promise of supply, flattering himself in project
of a power much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts.
And so, with great imagination proper to mad men led
his powers to death, and winking leapt into destruction.
Speaker 14 (31:20):
But by your leave it never yet did hurt to
lay down likelihoods and forms of hope.
Speaker 3 (31:26):
Yes, if this present quality of war, indeed, the instant
action a cause on foot, lives so in hope as
in an early spring we see the appearing buds, which,
to prove fruit hope gives not so much warrant as
despair that frosts will bite them. When we mean to build,
we first survey the plot, then draw the model, And
(31:47):
when we see the figure of the house, then we
must rate the cost of the erection, which if we
find out Way's ability, what do we do then but
draw anew the model in fewer offices, or at least
desist to build that all much more in this great work,
which is almost to pluck a kingdom down and set
another up. Should we survey the plot of situation and
(32:09):
the model consent upon a shore foundation? Question surveyors know
our own estate, how able such a work to undergo
to weigh against his opposite? Or else we fortify in
paper and in figures, using the names of men instead
of men, Like one that draws the model of a
house beyond his power to build it, who half through
(32:30):
gives o'er and leaves his part created cost a naked,
subject to the weeping clouds and waste for churlish winter's tyranny.
Speaker 14 (32:39):
Well that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth, should
be still born, that we now possessed the utmost man
of expectation. I think we are a body strong enough,
even as we are, to equal with the king.
Speaker 3 (32:52):
What is the king but five and twenty thousand to us?
Speaker 14 (32:55):
No more? Nay, not so much, Lord Bardolph, for his
divisian as the times do brawl are in three heads,
one power against the French and one against Glendower. Perforce
a third must take up us. So is the unfirmed
king in three divided, And his coffers sound with hollow
poverty and emptiness that.
Speaker 12 (33:17):
He should draw his several strengths together and come against
us in full poissance, need not be dreaded.
Speaker 14 (33:24):
If he should do so. He leaves his back unarmed,
the French and Welsh baying him at the heels. Never
fear that.
Speaker 3 (33:31):
Who is it like should lead his forces hither the.
Speaker 14 (33:34):
Duke of Lancaster and Westmoland against the Welsh himself and
Harry Monmouth. But who is substituted against the French, I
have no certain notice.
Speaker 12 (33:44):
Let us on and publish the occasion of our arms.
The commonwealth is sick of their own choice. Their over
greedy love hath surfeited, and habitation giddy and unsure, hath
he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. Oh tha fond
many with what loud applause didst thou beat heaven with
(34:04):
blessing Bolingbrook, before he was what thou wouldst have him be,
And being now trimm'd in thine own desires, Thou beastly feeder,
art so full of him that thou provokest thyself to
cast him up. So so thou common dog, didst thou
disgorge thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard. And now
(34:27):
thou wouldst eat thy dead, vomit up, and howl'st to
find it who what trust is? In these times? They that,
when Richard lived, would have him die, are now become
enamored on his grave. Thou that threwest dust upon his
goodly head, when through proud London he came, sighing on
after the admired heels of Bolingbrook. Criest now o earth yield,
(34:53):
dost that king again? And take thou this o thoughts
of men accurst past and to come seems best things
present worst.
Speaker 13 (35:04):
Shall we go, draw our numbers and set.
Speaker 14 (35:07):
On We are time subjects, and time bids be gone.
Speaker 1 (35:14):
End of Act one
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