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ACT III. SCENE I.

Westminster. The palace

 

Enter the KING in his nightgown, with a page KING. Go call the Earls of Surrey and of Warwick; But, ere they come, bid them o’er-read these letters And well consider of them. Make good speed. Exit page How many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,

And hush’d with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum’d chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state,

And lull’d with sound of sweetest melody?

O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile In loathsome beds, and leav’st the kingly couch A watch-case or a common ‘larum-bell?

Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy’s eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds,

Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafing clamour in the slippery clouds, That with the hurly death itself awakes?

Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down!

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

 

Enter WARWICK and Surrey WARWICK. Many good morrows to your Majesty!

KING. Is it good morrow, lords?

WARWICK. ‘Tis one o’clock, and past.

KING. Why then, good morrow to you all, my lords.

Have you read o’er the letters that I sent you?

WARWICK. We have, my liege.

KING. Then you perceive the body of our kingdom How foul it is; what rank diseases grow, And with what danger, near the heart of it.

WARWICK. It is but as a body yet distempered; Which to his former strength may be restored With good advice and little medicine.

My Lord Northumberland will soon be cool’d.

KING. O God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times

Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself

Into the sea; and other times to see

The beachy girdle of the ocean

Too wide for Neptune’s hips; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book and sit him down and die.

‘Tis not ten years gone

Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends, Did feast together, and in two years after Were they at wars. It is but eight years since This Percy was the man nearest my soul; Who like a brother toil’d in my affairs And laid his love and life under my foot; Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard Gave him defiance. But which of you was by-

[To WARWICK] You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember-When Richard, with his eye brim full of tears, Then check’d and rated by Northumberland, Did speak these words, now prov’d a prophecy?

‘Northumberland, thou ladder by the which My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne’-

Though then, God knows, I had no such intent But that necessity so bow’d the state That I and greatness were compell’d to kiss-

‘The time shall come’- thus did he follow it-

‘The time will come that foul sin, gathering head, Shall break into corruption’ so went on, Foretelling this same time’s condition And the division of our amity.

WARWICK. There is a history in all men’s lives, Figuring the natures of the times deceas’d; The which observ’d, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, who in their seeds And weak beginning lie intreasured.

Such things become the hatch and brood of time; And, by the necessary form of this,

King Richard might create a perfect guess That great Northumberland, then false to him, Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness; Which should not find a ground to root upon Unless on you.

KING. Are these things then necessities?

Then let us meet them like necessities; And that same word even now cries out on us.

They say the Bishop and Northumberland Are fifty thousand strong.

WARWICK. It cannot be, my lord.

Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the feared. Please it your Grace To go to bed. Upon my soul, my lord,

The powers that you already have sent forth Shall bring this prize in very easily.

To comfort you the more, I have receiv’d A certain instance that Glendower is dead.

Your Majesty hath been this fortnight ill; And these unseasoned hours perforce must ad Unto your sickness.

KING. I will take your counsel.

And, were these inward wars once out of hand, We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. Exeunt

SCENE II.

Gloucestershire. Before Justice, SHALLOW’S house Enter SHALLOW and SILENCE, meeting; MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULLCALF, and servants behind

 

SHALLOW. Come on, come on, come on; give me your hand, sir; give me your hand, sir. An early stirrer, by the rood! And how doth my good cousin Silence?

SILENCE. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow.

SHALLOW. And how doth my cousin, your bedfellow? and your fairest daughter and mine, my god-daughter Ellen?

SILENCE. Alas, a black ousel, cousin Shallow!

SHALLOW. By yea and no, sir. I dare say my cousin William is become a good scholar; he is at Oxford still, is he not?

SILENCE. Indeed, sir, to my cost.

SHALLOW. ‘A must, then, to the Inns o’ Court shortly. I was once of Clement’s Inn; where I think they will talk of mad Shallow yet.

SILENCE. You were call’d ‘lusty Shallow’ then, cousin.

SHALLOW. By the mass, I was call’d anything; and I would have done anything indeed too, and roundly too. There was I, and little John Doit of Staffordshire, and black George Barnes, and Francis Pickbone, and Will Squele a Cotsole man-you had not four such swinge-bucklers in all the Inns of Court again. And I may say to you we knew where the bona-robas were, and had the best of them all at commandment. Then was Jack Falstaff, now Sir John, boy, and page to Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.

SILENCE. This Sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon about soldiers?

SHALLOW. The same Sir John, the very same. I see him break Scoggin’s head at the court gate, when ‘a was a crack not thus high; and the very same day did I fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruiterer, behind Gray’s Inn. Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I have spent! and to see how many of my old acquaintance are dead!

SILENCE. We shall all follow, cousin.

SHALLOW. Certain, ‘tis certain; very sure, very sure. Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?

SILENCE. By my troth, I was not there.

SHALLOW. Death is certain. Is old Double of your town living yet?

SILENCE. Dead, sir.

SHALLOW. Jesu, Jesu, dead! drew a good bow; and dead! ‘A shot a fine shoot. John a Gaunt loved him well, and betted much money on his head. Dead! ‘A would have clapp’d i’ th’ clout at twelve score, and carried you a forehand shaft a fourteen and fourteen and a half, that it would have done a man’s heart good to see.

How a score of ewes now?

SILENCE. Thereafter as they be-a score of good ewes may be worth ten pounds.

SHALLOW. And is old Double dead?

 

Enter BARDOLPH, and one with him SILENCE. Here come two of Sir John Falstaffs men, as I think.

SHALLOW. Good morrow, honest gentlemen.

BARDOLPH. I beseech you, which is Justice Shallow?

SHALLOW. I am Robert Shallow, sir, a poor esquire of this county, and one of the King’s justices of the peace. What is your good pleasure with me?

BARDOLPH. My captain, sir, commends him to you; my captain, Sir John Falstaff-a tall gentleman, by heaven, and a most gallant leader.

SHALLOW. He greets me well, sir; I knew him a good back-sword man.

How doth the good knight? May I ask how my lady his wife doth?

BARDOLPH. Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommodated than with a wife.

SHALLOW. It is well said, in faith, sir; and it is well said indeed too. ‘Better accommodated!’ It is good; yea, indeed, is it. Good phrases are surely, and ever were, very commendable.

‘Accommodated!’ It comes of accommodo. Very good; a good phrase.

BARDOLPH. Pardon, sir; I have heard the word. ‘Phrase’ call you it?

By this day, I know not the phrase; but I will maintain the word with my sword to be a soldier-like word, and a word of exceeding good command, by heaven. Accommodated: that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or, when a man is being-whereby ‘a may be thought to be accommodated; which is an excellent thing.

 

Enter FALSTAFF

 

SHALLOW. It is very just. Look, here comes good Sir John. Give me your good hand, give me your worship’s good hand. By my troth, you like well and bear your years very well. Welcome, good Sir John.

FALSTAFF. I am glad to see you well, good Master Robert Shallow.

Master Surecard, as I think?

SHALLOW. No, Sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in commission with me.

FALSTAFF. Good Master Silence, it well befits you should be of the peace.

SILENCE. Your good worship is welcome.

FALSTAFF. Fie! this is hot weather. Gentlemen, have you provided me here half a dozen sufficient men?

SHALLOW. Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit?

FALSTAFF. Let me see them, I beseech you.

SHALLOW. Where’s the roll? Where’s the roll? Where’s the roll? Let me see, let me see, let me see. So, so, so, so,- so, so-yea, marry, sir. Rafe Mouldy! Let them appear as I call; let them do so, let them do so. Let me see; where is Mouldy?

MOULDY. Here, an’t please you.

SHALLOW. What think you, Sir John? A good-limb’d fellow; young, strong, and of good friends.

FALSTAFF. Is thy name Mouldy?

MOULDY. Yea, an’t please you.

FALSTAFF. ‘Tis the more time thou wert us’d.

SHALLOW. Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i’ faith! Things that are mouldy lack use. Very singular good! In faith, well said, Sir John; very well said.

FALSTAFF. Prick him.

MOULDY. I was prick’d well enough before, an you could have let me alone. My old dame will be undone now for one to do her husbandry and her drudgery. You need not to have prick’d me; there are other men fitter to go out than I.

FALSTAFF. Go to; peace, Mouldy; you shall go. Mouldy, it is time you were spent.

MOULDY. Spent!

SHALLOW. Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside; know you where you are?

For th’ other, Sir John-let me see. Simon Shadow!

FALSTAFF. Yea, marry, let me have him to sit under. He’s like to be a cold soldier.

SHALLOW. Where’s Shadow?

SHADOW. Here, sir.

FALSTAFF. Shadow, whose son art thou?

SHADOW. My mother’s son, sir.

FALSTAFF. Thy mother’s son! Like enough; and thy father’s shadow.

So the son of the female is the shadow of the male. It is often so indeed; but much of the father’s substance!

SHALLOW. Do you like him, Sir John?

FALSTAFF. Shadow will serve for summer. Prick him; for we have a number of shadows fill up the muster-book.

SHALLOW. Thomas Wart!