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Fal. Away, varlets !--Draw, Bardolph; cut me say nothing, he is virtuous: No, my lord, my humoff the villain's head; throw the quean in the ble duty remembered, I will not be your suitor; I channel.
say to you, I do desire deliverance from these offi-
Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph.
Wales Fal. Away, you scullion! you rampallion! you Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells. fust larian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.
Fal. As I am a gentleman; Enter the Lord Chief Justice, attended.
Host. Nay, you said so before.
Fal. As I am a gentleinan;-Come, no more
Host. By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must
Fal. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking: and Doth this become your place, your time, and busi- for thy walls,-a pretty slight drollery, or the story ness!
of the prodigal, or the German hunting in waterYou should have been well on your way to York- work, is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings, Stand from him, fellow; Wherefore hang'st thou and these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, on him?
if thou canst. Come, an it were not for thy hu. Host. O my most worshipful lord, an't please your mors, there is not a better wench in England.-Go, grace, I am a poor widow of Eastchcap, and he is wash thy face, and drawl thy action: Come, thou arrested at my suit.
must not be in this humor with me; dost not know Ch. Just. For what sum?
me? Come, come, I know thou wast set on to this. Host. It is more than for some, my lord; it is for Host. Pray thee, sir John, let it be but twenty noall, all I have: he hath eaten me out of house and bles; i'faith'I am loath to pawn my plate, in good home: he hath put all my substance into that fat earnest, la. belly of his:--but I will have some of it out again, Fal. Let it alone; I'll make other shift; you'll be or 1'll ride thee o’nights, like the mare.
a fool still. Fal. I think, I am as like to ride the mare, if I Host. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my have any vantage of ground to get up.
gown. I hope you'll come to supper: you'll pay Ch. Just. How comes this, sir John? Fye! what me all together? man of good temper would endure this tempest of Fal. Will I live?-Go, with her, with her; (T5 exclamation? Are you not ashamed to entorce a BARDOLPH.) hook on, hook on. poor widow to so rough a course to come by her Host. Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet you at own?
supper? Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee? Fal. No more words; let's have her. Host. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself,
(Exeunt Hostess, BARDOLPH, Officers, and the money too. Thou didst swear to me upon
and Page. a parcel-gilti goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-cham- Ch. Just. I have heard better news. ber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Fal. What's the news, my good lord : Wednesday in Whitsun-week, when the prince Ch. Just. Where lay the king last night? broke thy head for liking his father to a singing- Gow. At Basingstoke, my lord. man of Windsor: thou didst swear to me then, as Fal. I hope, my lord, all's well: What's the news, I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make my lord? me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did Ch. Just. Come all his forces back? not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in Gow. No; filteen hundred foot, five hundred then, and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to
horse, borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us, she had a good Are march'd up to my lord of Lancaster, dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat Against Northumberland, and the archbishop. some; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a green Fal. Comes the king back from Wales, my noble wound? And didst thou not, when she was gone
lord? down stairs, desire me to be no more so familiarity Ch. Just. You shall have letters of me presently: with such poor people; saying, that ere long they come, go along with me, good master Gower. should call me madam? And didst thou not kiss Fal. My lord! me, and bid me fetch thee thirty shillings? I put Ch. Just. What's the matter? thee now to thy book-oath; deny it, if thou canst. Fal. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me
Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she to dinner? says, up and down the town, that her eldest son is like
Gow. I must wait upon my good lord here: I you: she hath been in good case, and, the truth is, thank you, good sir John. poverty hath distracted her. But for these toolish Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being officers, I beseech you, I may have redress against you are to take soldiers up in counties as you go. them.
Fal. Will you sup with me, master Gower? Ch. Just. Sir John, sir John, I am well acquainted Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you these with your manner of wrenching the true cause the manners, sir John? false way. It is not a confident brow, nor the throng Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, he of words that come with such more than impudent was a fool that taught them ine. This is the right sauciness from you, can thrust me from a level con- fencing grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so part fair. sideration; you have, as it appears to me, practised Ch. Just. Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a upon the easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and great fool.
(Exeunt. inade her serve your uses both in purse and person. Host. Yea, in troth, my lord.
SCENE II.-- Another Street. Ch. Just. Pr’ythee, peace :-Pay her the debt you owe her, and unpay the villany you have done
Enter PRINCE HENRY and Poins. with her; the one you may do with sterling money, P. Hen. Trust me, I am exceeding weary. and the other with current repentance.
Poins. Is it come to that! I had thought weariFal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneaps ness durst not have attached one of so high blood. without reply. You call honorable boldness, im- P. Hen. 'Faith, it does me; though it discolors pudent sauciness: if a man will make court'sy, and the complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it
Doth it not show vilely in me, to desire small beer! IIomicidal.
6 Homicide. 7 Party gilt. • Snub, check. • Suitably to your character.
Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely delivered of a fire-brand; and therefore I call him studied, as to remember so weak a composition, her dream.
P. Hen. Belike then, my appetite was not P. Hen. A crown's worth of good interpretation. princely got; for, by my troth, I do now remember - There it is, boy.
(Gives him money. the poor creature, small beer. But, indeed, these Poins. O, that this good blossom could be kept humble considerations make me out of love with from cankers !-Well, there is six pence to preservo my greatness. What a disgrace is it to me, to re- thee. member thy name? or to know thy face to-morrow? Bard. An you do not make him be hanged among or to take note how many pair of silk stockings you, the gallows shall have wrong. thou hast; viz. these, and those that were the peach- P. Hen. And how doth thy master, Bardolph ? colored ones? or to bear the inventory of thy shirts; Bard. Well, my lord. He heard of your grace's as, one for superfluity, and the other for use?-but coming to town; there's a letter for you. that, the tennis-court keeper knows better than I; Poins. Deliver with good respect.-And how doth for it is a low ebb of linen with thee, when thou the martlemas,: your master! keepest not racket there; as thou hast not done a Burd. In bodily health, sir. great while, because the rest of thy low-countries Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a physihave made a shitt to eat up thy holland: and God cian; but that moves not him; though that be sick, knows, whether those that bawl out the ruins of it dies not. thy linen, shall inherit his kingdom; but the mid- P. Hen. I do allow this wen to be as familiar wives say, the children are not in the fault: where with me as my dog: and he holds his place; for, upon the world increases, and kindreds are mightily look you, how he writes. strengthened.
Poins.' (Reads.) John Falstaff, knight,- Every Poins. How ill it follows, after you have labored man inust know that, as oft as he has occasion to so hard, you should talk so idly? Tell me, how name himself. Even like those that are kin to the many good young princes would do so, their fathers king; for they never prick their finger, but they being so sick as yours at this time is?
say, There is some of the king's blood spilt: How P. Hen. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins? comes that? says he, that takes upon him not to Poins. Yes; and let it be an excellent good thing. conceive: the answer is as ready as a borrower's
P. Hen. It shall serve among wits of no higher cap; I am the king's poor cousin, sir. breeding than thine.
P. Hen. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will Poins. Go to; I stand the push of your one thing fetch it from Japhet. But the letter:that you will tell.
Poins. Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of the P. Hen. Why, I tell thee,-it is not meet that I king nearest his father, Harry prince of Wales, should be sad, now my father is sick: albeit I could greeting.- Why, this is a certificate. tell to thee, (as to one it pleases me, for fault of a P. Hen. Peace! better, to call my friend,) I could be sad, and sad Poins. I will imitate the honorable Roman in indeed too.
brevity :-he sure means brevity in breath; shortPuins. Very hardly, upon such a subject. winded.-I commend me to thee, I commend thee,
P. Hen. By this hand, thou think'st me as far in and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with Poins; the devil's book, as thou and Falstaff, for obduracy for he misuses thy favors so much, that he swears, and persistency: Let the end try the man. But I thou art to marry his sister Nell. Repent at iile tell thee,--my heart bleeds inwardly, that my father times as thou mayest, and so farewell. is so sick: and keeping such vile company as
Thine, by yea and no, (which is as much thou art, hath in reason taken from me all ostenta
as to say, as thou usest him,) Jack Fal. tion of sorrow.
staff, with my familiars ; John, with Poins. The reason?
my brothers and sisters; and Sir John P. Hen. What wouldst thou think of me, if I
with all Europe. should weep?
My lord, I will steep this letter in sack, and make Poins. I would think thee a most princely hypo- him eat it. crite.
P. Hen. That's to make him eat twenty of his P. Hen. It would be every man's thought: and words. But do you use me thus, Ned! 'must I thou art a blessed fellow, to think as every man marry your sister? thinks; never a man's thought in the world keeps Poins. May the wench have no worse fortune! the road-way better than thine: every man would but I never said so. think me a hypocrite indeed. And what accites P. Hen Well, thus we play the fools with the your most worshipful thought, to think so? time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds
Poins. Why, because you have been so lewd, and and mock us.- Is your master here in London? so much engratled to Falstaff.
Bard. Yes, my lord. P. Hen. And to thee.
P. Hen. Where sups he? doth the old boar feed Poins. By this light, I am well spoken of, I can in the old frank? hear it with my own ears: the worst that they can Bard. At the old place, my lord; in Eastsay of me is, that I am a second brother, and that cheap. I am a proper tellow of my hands; and those two P. Hen. What company? things, I confess, I cannot help. By the mass, here Page. Ephesians, my lord; of the old church. comes Bardolph.
P. Hen. Sup any women with him? P. Hen. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: he had Page. None, my jord, but old mistress Quickly, him from me Christian; and look, if the fat villain and mistress Doll Tear-sheet. have not transformed him ape.
P. Hen. What pagan may that be?
Page. A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kins
woman of my master's. Bard. 'Save your grace.
P. Hen. Even such kin, as the parish heifers are P. Hen. And yours, most noble Bardolph. to the town bull.-Shall we steal upon him, Ned,
Bard. Come, you virtuous ass. [To the Page.] at supper? you bashful tool, must you be blushing? wherefore Poins. I am your shadow, my lord; I'll follow blush you now? What a maidenly man at arms you. are you become! Is it such a matter, to get a pot- P. Hen. Sirrah, you boy,-and Bardolph;-no tle-pot's maidenhead?
word to your master that I am yet come to town: Page. He called me even now, my lord, through There's for your silence. a red lattice, and I could discern no part of his face Bard. I have no tongue, sir. from the window: at last, I spied his eyes; and, me- Page. And for mine, sir;-I will govern it. thought, he had made two holes in the ale-wife's P. Hen. Fare ye well; go. (Exeunt BARDOLPH new petticoat, and peeped through.
and Page.]-This Doll Tear-sheet should be some P. Hen. Hath not the boy profited ?
road. Bard. Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way away!
between Saint Alban's and London, Page. Away, you rascally Althea's dream, away! P. Hen. How might we see Falstaff bestow him P. Hen. Instruct us, boy: What dream, boy? selt to-night in his true colors, and not ourselves Page. Marry, my lord, Althea dreamed she was be seen? ' Children wrapt up in his old shirts.
• Martinmas; St. Martin's day is Nov. 11. *Sty.
Poins. Put on two leather jerkins, and aprons, and wait upon him at his table as drawers.
SCENE IV.-London. A Room in the Boar's Head P. Hen. From a god to a bull? a heavy descen
Tavern, in Eastcheap. sion! it was Jove's case. From a prince to a pren
Enter two Drawers. tice? a low transformation! that shall be mine; for,
1 Draw. What the devil hast thou brought there? in every thing, the purpose must weigh with the folly. Follow me, Ned.
(Exeunt. apple-Johns? thou know'st, sir John cannot endure
an apple-John. SCENE III.-Warkworth. Before the Castle.
2 Draw. Mass,' thou sayest true: The prince
once set a dish of apple-Johns before him, and told Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, LADY NORTHUMBERLAND, him, there were five more sir Johns: and, putting and LADY PERCY.
off his hat, said, I will now take my leave of these
six dry, round, old, wither'd knights. It angered North. I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle him to the heart; but he hath forgot that. daughter,
1 Druw. Why then, cover, and set them down: Give even way unto my rough affairs:
And see if thou canst find out Sneak's noise;€ misPut not you on the visage of the times,
tress Tear-sheet would tain hear some music. DeAnd be, like them, to Percy troublesome.
spatch:—The room where they supped is too hot; Lady N. I have given over, I will speak no more: they'll come in straight. Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide.
2 Draw. Sirruh, here will be the prince, and North. Alas, sweet wife, my honor is at pawn;
master Hoins anon: and they will put on two of And, but my going, nothing can redeem it. our jerkins, and a prons; and sir John must not Lady P. O, yet, for God's sake, go not to these know of it: Bardolph hath brought word. wars!
1 Draw. By the mass, here will be old utis:7 It The time was, father, that you broke your word,
will be an excellent stratagem. When you were more endeard to it than now; 2 Draw. I'll see, if I can find out Sneak. (E.cit. When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Enter Hostess and DOLL TEAR-SHEET.
Host. I'faith, sweet heart, methinks now you are Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.
in an excellent good temperality: your pulsidge Who then persuaded you to stay at home?
beats as extraordinarily as heart would desire: and There were two honors lost; yours, and your son's. your color, I warrant you, is as red as any rose:
But, i'faith, you have drunk too much canaries; For yours,-may heavenly glory brighten it! For his-it stuck upon him, as the sun
and that's a marvellous searching wine, and it pera In the grey vault of heaven: and by his light,
fumes the blood ere one can say,- What's this? Did all the chivalry of England move
How do you now? To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass
Doll. Better than I was. Hem. Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
Host. Why, that's well said; a good heart's worth He had no legs, that practised not his yait:
gold. Look, here comes sir John. And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Enter FALSTAFF, singing. Became the accents of the valiant:
Fal. When Arthur first in court.--Empty the For those that could speak low, and tardily, jordan.-And was a worthy king: [Exit Drawer.] Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
How now, mistress Doll?
Fal. So is all her sect; an they be once in a In military rules, humors of blood,
calm, they are sick. He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
Doll. You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort That fashion'd others. And him,-0 wondrous you give me? him!
Fal. You make fat rascals, mistress Doll. O miracle of men !-him did you leave,
Doll. I make them! gluttony and diseases make (Second to none, unseconded by you,)
them; I make them not. To look upon the hideous god of war
Fal. If the cook help to make the gluttony, you In disadvantage; to abide a field,
help to make the diseases, Doll: we catch of you, Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name Doll, we catch of you; grant that, my poor virtue, Did seem defensible:-so you left him:
grant that. Never, ( never, do his ghost the wrong,
Doll. Ay, marry; our chains, and our jewels. To hold your honor more precise and nice
Fal. Your brooches, pearls, and owches,- for to With others, than with him; let them alone; serve bravely, is to come halting off, you know: The marssal, and the archbishop, are strong: To come off the breach with his pike bent bravely, Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers, and to surgery bravely; to venture upon thecharged To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck, chambers bravely :Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave.
Doll. Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang North.
Beshrew your heart, yourself! Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from me, Host. By my troth, this is the old fashion; you With new lamenting ancient oversights.
two never meet, but you fall to some discord: you But I must go, and meet with danger there; are both, in good troth, as rheumatic as two dry Or it will seek me in another place,
toasts; you cannot one bear with another's confirAnd find me worse provided.
mities. What the good-year!" one must bear, and Lady N.
0, fly to Scotland, that must be you: (To Doll.] you are the weaker Till that the nobles, and the armed commons, vessel, as they say, the emptier vessel. Have of their puissance made a little taste.
Doll. Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge Lady P. If they get ground and vantage of the full hogshead ? there's a whole merchant's venture king,
of Bourdeaux stuff in him; you have not seen a Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, hulk better stuffed in the hold.-Come, I'll be friends To make strength stronger; but for all our loves, with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars; and First let them try themselves; so did your son; whether I shall ever see thee again, or no, there is He was so suffer'd; so came I a widow;
nobody cares. And never shall have length of life enough,
Draw. Sir, ancient? Pistol's below, and would For recordation to my noble husband.
speak with you. North. Come, come, go in with me; 'tis with my
Doll. Hang him, swaggering rascal! let him not mind,
come hither: it is the foul-mouth'dst rogue in As with the tide swell'd up unto its height,
• An apple that will keep two years.
6 Sneak was a street minstrel: a noise of musicians But many thousand reasons hold me back:
anciently signified a concert. I will resolve for Scotland; there am I,
? Merry doings. * Small pieces of ordnance. Till time and vantage crave my company,
. Mrs. Quickly's blunder for goujere, i. e. pox. (E.reunt.
Host. It he swagger, let him not come here: no, Pist. I'll see her damned first ;-to Pluto's damned by my faith; I must live amongst my neighbors; lake, to the infernal deep, with Erebus and tortures Bu no swaggerers: I am in good name and fame vile also. Hold hook and line, say I. Down! down, with the very best:-Shut the door;—there comes dogs! down, faitors!6 Have we not Hiren here? no swaggerers here: I have not lived all this while, Host. Good captain Peesel, be quiet; it is very to have swaggering now:-Shut the door, I pray late, i'faith: I beseek you now, aggravate your you.
choler. Ful. Dost thou hear, hostess ?-
Pist. These be good humors, indeed! Shall packHost. Pray you, pacify yourself, sir John; there
horses, comes no swaggerers here.
And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia, Fal. Dost thou hear? it is mine ancient.
Which cannot go but thirty miles a day, Host. Tilly-tally, sir John, never tell me; your Compare with Caesars, and with Cannibals, ancient swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them with before master Tisick, the deputy, the other day; King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar. and, as he said to me,-it was no longer ago than Shall we fall foul for toys? Wednesday last,-Neighbor Quickly, says he ; Host. By my troth, captain, these are very bitter master Dumb, our minister, was by then;-Neigh- words. bor Quickly, says he, receive those that are civil; Bard. Be gone, good ancient: this will grow to a for, saith he, you are in an ill name;--now he said brawl anon. So, I can tell whereupon; for, says he, you are an Pist. Die men, like dogs; give crowns like pins; honest woman, and well thought on; therefore take Have we not Hiren here? heed what guests you receive: Receive, says he, no Host. O’ my word, captain, there's none such swaggering companions.- There comes none here. What the good-year! do you think I would here;--you would bless you to hear what he said: deny her? for God's sake, be quiet. -no, I'll no swaggerers.
Pist. Then feed, and be tat, my fair Calipolis:9 Fal. He's no swaggerer, hostess; a tame cheater, Come, give's some sack. he; you may stroke him as gently as a puppy grey.
Si fortuna me tormenta, sperato me conhound: he will not swagger with a Barbary hen, if
tenta.her feathers turn back in any show of resistance. Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire: Call him up, drawer,
Give me some sack;-and, sweetheart, lie thou Host. Cheater, call you him? I will_bar no
(Laying down his sword. honest man my house, nor no cheater: But I do Come we to full points here; and are et ceterus not love swaggering; by my troth, I am the worse, nothing? when one says-swagger: feel, master, how I shake; Fal. Pistol, I would be quiet. look you, I warrant you.
Pist. Sweet knight, I kiss thy neif:: What! we Doll. So you do, hostess.
have seen the seven stars. Host. Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere Doll. Thrust him down stairs; I cannot endure an aspen leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers.
such a fustian rascal.
Pist. Thrust him down stairs! know we not Enter Pistol, BARDOLPH, and Page.
Galloway nags? : Pist. 'Save you, sir John!
Fal. Quoita him down, Bardolph, like a shoveFal. Welcome, ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, i groat shilling: nay, if he do nothing but speak charge you with a cup of sack: do you discharge nothing, he shall be nothing here. upon mine hostess.
Bard. Come, get you down stairs. Pist. I will discharge upon her, sir John, with Pist. What! shall we have incision? shall we two bullets.
(Snatching up his sword. Fal. She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall hardly Then death rock me asleep, abridge my dolerul offend her.
days! Host. Come, I'll drink no proofs, nor no bullets : Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds I'll drink no more than will do me good, for no Untwine the sisters three! Come, Atropos, 1 say! man's pleasure, I.
Host. Here's goodly stuff toward! Pist." Then to you, mistress Dorothy; I will Fal. Give me my rapier, boy. charge you.
Doll. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw
I Doll. Charge me? I scorn you, scurvy compan- Fal. Get you down stairs. ion. What! you poor, base, rascally, cheating,
[Drawing, and driving Pistol out. lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! Host. Here's a goodly tumult! I'll torswear keepI am meat for your master.
ing house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and frights. Pist. I know you, mistress Dorothy:
So; murder, I warrant now.-Alas, alas! put up Doll. Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy your naked weapons, put up your naked weapons. bung, away! by this wine, I'll thrust my knife in
[Exeunt Pistol and BARDOLPH. your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle Doll. I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal is with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket- gone. Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, you. hilt stale juggler, you!-Since wher, I pray you, Host. Are you not hurt i'the groin? methought, sir?-What, with two points on your shoulder? he made a shrewd thrust at your belly. much!
Fal. Have you turned him ont of doors? off here: discharge yourself of our company, Pistol. Burd. Yes, sir. The rascal's drunk: you have
Host. No, good captain Pistol; not here, sweet hurt him, sir, in the shoulder, captain.
Fal. A rascal! to brave me! Doll. Captain! thou abominable damned cheater,
Doll. Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, art thou not ashamed to be called-captain? If poor ape, how thou sweat'st! Come, let me wipe captains were of my mind, they would truncheon thy face;-come on, you whoreson chops :—Ah, you out, for taking their names upon you before rogue! i'faith, I love thee. Thou art as valorous as you have earned them. You a captain, you slave! Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon, and ten for what? for tearing a poor whore's ruff in a times better than the nine worthies. Ah, villain! bawdy-house !-He a captain! Hang him, rogue! Fal. A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a He lives upon mouldy stewed prunes, and dried blanket. cakes. A captain! these villains will make the
Doll. Do, if thou darest for thy heart: if thou word captain as odious as the word occupy; which dost, I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets. was an excellent good word before it was ill-sorted: therefore, captains had need look to it.
Enter Music. Bard. Pray thee, go down, good ancient.
Page. The music is come, sir. Fal. Hark thee hither, mistress Doll.
Pist. Not I: tell thee what, corporal Bardolph;- 6 Traitors, rascals. I could tear her:-I'll be revenged on her.
6 A quotation from a play of G. Peele's
7 Blunder for Hannibal. Page. Pray thee, go down.
8 Parody of a line in the Battle of Alcasar, an old play. Gamester * Laces, marks of his commission.
1 Common hacknies. * An expression of disdain.
3 Part of an ancient song.
Fal. Let them play:-Play, sirs.--Sit on my knee, P. Hen. Yes; and you knew me, as you did Doll. A rascal bragging slave! the rogue lled from when you ran away by Gads-hill: you know, I was me like quicksilver.
at your back; and spoke it on purpose to try my Doll. llaith, and thou followedst him like a patience. church. Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew Fal. No, no, no; not so; I did not think thou boar-pig, when wilt thou leave lighting o’days, and wast within hearing. foining o'nights, and begin to patch up thine old P. Hen. I shall drive you then to confess the wil. body for heaven?
ful abuse; and then I know how to handle you. Enter behind PRINCE HENRY and Poins, disguised
Fal. No abuse, Hal, on mine honor; no abuse.
P. Hen. Not? to dispraise me; and call me like Drawers.
pantler, and bread-chipper, and I know not what? Fal, Peace, good Doll! Do not speak like a Fal. No abuse, Ilal. death's head: do not bid me remember mine end. Poins. No abuse? Doll. Sirrah, what humor is the prince of?
Fal. No abuse, Ned, in the world; honest Ned, Fal. A good shallow young fellow: he would none. I dispraise him before the wicked, that the have made a good pantler, he would have chipped wicked might not fall in love with himn :--in which bread well.
doing I have done the part of a caretul friend, and Doll. They say, Poins has a good wit.
a true subject, and thy father is to give me thanks Fal. He a good wit? hang him, baboon! his for it. No abuse, Hal;-none, Ned, none;-110, wit is as thick as Tewksbury mustard: there is no boys, none. more conceit in him, than is in a mallet.
P. Hen. See, now, whether pure fear, and entire Doll. Why does the prince love him so then? cowardice, doth not make thee wrong this virtuous
Ful. Because their legs are both of a bigness; gentlewoman to close with us? Is she of the wicked? and he plays at quoits well; and eats conger and is thine hostess here of the wicked? Or is ihe boy fennel; and drinks off candles' ends for tlap-dra- of the wicked? Or honest Bardolph, whose zeal gons; and rides the wild mare with the boys; and burns in his nose, of the wicked? jumps upon joint-stools: and swears with a good Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, answer. grace; and wears his boot very smooth, like unto Ful. The riend hath pricked down Bardolph irthe sign of the leg; and breeds no bate with telling recoverable: and his face is Luciler's privy kitchen, of discreet stories, and such other gambol faculties where he doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For he hath, that show a weak mind and an able body, the boy,—there is a good angel about him; but the for the which the prince admits him: for the prince devil outbids him too. himself is such another; the weight of a hair will P. Hen. For the women, turn the scales between their avoirdupois.
Fal. For one of them,-she is in hell already, P. Hen. Would not this nave of a wheel have and burns, poor soul! For the other.-I owe her his ears cut oil?
money; and whether she be damned for that, I Poins. Let's beat him before his whore.
know not. P. Hen. Look, if the withered elder hath not his Host. No, I warrant you. poll clawed like a parrot.
ful. No, I ink thou art not; I think, thou art Poins. Is it not strange, that desire should so quit for that: Marry, there is another indictment many years outlive performance?
upon thee, for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy Fal. Kiss me, Doll.
house, contrary to the law; for the which, I think, P. Hen. Saturn and Venus this year in conjunc-thou wilt howi. tion! what says the almanac to that?
Host. All victuallers do so: What's a joint of Poins. And, look, whether the fiery Trigon' his mutton or two in a whole Lent? man, be not lisping to his master's old tables; his P. Hen. You, gentlewoman,note-book, his counsel-keeper.
Doll. What says your grace? Fal. Thou dost give me flattering busses.
Fal. His grace says that which his flesh rebels Doll. Nay, truly; I kiss thee with a most con- against. stant heart.
Host. Who knocks so loud at door? look to the Fal. I am old, I am old.
door there, Francis. Doll. I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young boy of them all.
Enter Peto. Fal. What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall
P. Hen. Peto, how now? what news! receive money on Thursday: thou shalt have a cap
Peto. The king, your father, is at Westminster, to-morrow. A merry song, come: it grows late, and there are twenty weak and wearied posts, we'll to bed. Thou'lt forget me, when I am gone. Come from the north: and, as I came along,
Doll. By my troth, thou'lt set me a weeping, an I met, and overtook, a dozen captains, thou sayest so: prove that ever I dress myself Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns, handsome till thy return.--Well, hearken the And asking every one for sir John Falstaff. end.
P. Hen. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to Fal. Some sack, Francis.
blame, P. Hen. Poins. Anon, anon, sir. (Advancing. So idly to profine the precious time:
Fal. Ha! a bastard son of the king's ?-And art When tempest of commotion, like the south, not thou Poins his brother?
Borne with black vapor, doth begin to melt, P. Hen. Why, thou globe of sinful continents, And drop upon our bare unarmed heads. what a life dost thou lead?
Give me my sword and cloak:-Falstaff, good Fal. A better than thou; I am a gentleman, thou
night. art a drawer.
(Ex. P. HENRY, Poins, Pero, and BAND. P. Hen. Very true, sir; and I come to draw you
Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the out by the ears. Host . O, the Lord preserve thy good grace! by(Knocking heard.] More knocking at the door?
night, and we must hence, and leave it unpicked. my troth, welcome to London.-Now the Lord less that sweet face of thine! O Jesu, are you
Re-enter BARDOLPH. ome from Wales?
Fal. Thou whoreson mad compound of majes. How now? what's the matter? ty,---by this light flesh and corrupt blood, thou art
Bard. You must away to court, sir, presently; welcome.
(Leaning his hand upon DOLL. A dozen captains stay at door for you. Doll. How! you fat fool, I scorn you.
Ful. Pay the musicians, sirrah. (To the Page.] Poins. My lord, he will drive you out of your Farewell
, hostess ;- Farewell, Doll. You see, my revenge, and turn all to a merriment, if you take good wenches, how men of merit are sought after: not the heat.
the undeserver may sleep, when the man of action P: Hen. You whoreson candle-mine, you; how is called on. Farewell, good wenches: If I be not vilely did you speak of me even now, before this sent away post, I will see you again ere I go. honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman?
Doll. I cannot speak;-If my heart be not ready Nost. 'Blessing o’your good heart! and so she is, to burst:-Well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself. by my troth.
Fal. Farewell, farewell. Fal. Didst thou hear me?
(Exeunt FALSTAFF, and BANDOLPH.
Host. Well, fare thee well: I have known theo • An astronomical term.
6 A short cloak. these twenty-nine years, come peascod-time; but