Afford no extraordinary gaze, Such as is bent on sun-like majesty When it shines seldom in admiring eyes: But rather drowz'd, and hung their eyelids down, With vile participation; not an eye Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more ; Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord, Be more myself. K. Hen. For all the world, As thou art to this hour, was Richard then And military title capital, Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ? Discomfited great Douglas: ta'en him once, And shake the peace and safety of our throne. [6] He better deserves to inherit the kingdom than thyself, who art intitled by birth to that succession of which thy vices render thee unworthy. RITSON. And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland, But wherefore do I tell these news to thee? enemy ? Which art my near'st and dearest & P. Hen. Do not think so, you shall not find it so ; Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it. 'Would they were multitudes; and on my head Percy is but my factor, good my lord, [7] Capitulate, combine, confederate, indent. To capitulate is to draw up any thing in heads or articles. Johnson's Dictionary. RITSON, [8] Dearest, is most fatal, most mischievous. JOHNS. [9] i. e. bonds, for thus the word was anciently spelt. STEEV. And I will die a hundred thousand deaths, K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this :Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust, herein. Enter BLUNT. How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed. K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set forth to day; SCENE III. Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's Head Tavern. [Exeunt. Enter FAL Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this last action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown; I am wither'd like an old apple-John. Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horse :7 the inside of a church! Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me. Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long. Fal. Why, there is it:-come, sing me a bawdy song: [6] While I have some flesh, some substance. MAL. So, in the book of Job, xxxix. 4: "- their young ones are in good liking. STEEV. [7] A Brewer's horse, is the cross beam on which beer barrels are carried into cellars, &c. STEEV. make me merry. I was as virtuously given, as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough: swore little; diced, not above seven times a week; went to a bawdyhouse, not above once in a quarter-of an hour; paid money that I borrowed, three or four times; lived well, and in good compass: and now I live out of all order, out of all compass. Bard. Why, you are so fat, sir John, that you must needs be out of all compass; out of all reasonable compass, sir John. Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life: Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in the poop, but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the knight of the burning lamp.7 Bard. Why, sir John, my face does you no harm. Fal. No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it as many a man doth of a death's head, or a memento mori: I never see thy face, but I think upon hell-fire, and Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his robes, burning, burning. If thou wert any way given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath should be, By this fire: but thou art altogether given over; and wert indeed, but for the light in thy face, the son of utter darkness. When thou ran'st up Gads-hill in the night to catch my horse, if I did not think thou hadst been an ignis fatuus,or a ball of wildfire, there's no purchase in money. O, thou art a perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light! Thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt tavern and tavern; but the sack that thou hast drunk me, would have bought me lights as good cheap,9 at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have maintained that salamander of yours with fire, any time this two and thirty years; Heaven reward me for it! Bard. 'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly! Fal. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heartburned. Enter Hostess. How now, dame Partlet the hen? have you inquired yet who picked my pocket? [7] Te knight of the burning lamp and the knight of the burning pes. tle, are both the heroes of separate romances. STEEV [8] A triumph was a general term for any public exhibition, such as a royal marriage, grand procession & &c which commonly being at night, were attended by multitudes of torch-bearers. STEEV [9] Che p. is market, and good cheap therefore is a bon marche. JOHNS. Dame Partlet. is the name of the hen in the old story-book of Reynard the Fox. STEEV. Host. Why, sir John! what do you think, sir John? Do you think I keep thieves in my house? I have searched, I have inquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy by boy, servant by servant: the tithe of a hair was never lost in my house before. Fal. You lie, hostess; Bardolph was shaved, and lost many a hair; and I'll be sworn, my pocket was picked: Go to, you are a woman, go. Host. Who I? I defy thee: I was never called so in mine own house before. Fal. Go to, I know you well enough. Host. No, sir John; you do not know me, sir John: I know you, sir John: you owe me money, sir John, and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I bought you a dozen of shirts to your back. Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them. Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, sir John, for your diet, and by-drinkings, and money lent you, four and twenty pound. Fal. He had his part of it; let him pay. Host. He alas, he is poor; he hath nothing. Fal. How poor? look upon his face; What call you rich 3 let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks; I'll not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker of me 4 shall I not take mine ease in mine inn, but I shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a seal-ring of my grandfather's, worth forty mark. Host. O Jesu! I have heard the prince tell him, I know not how oft, that that ring was copper. Fal. How the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup and if he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog, if he would say so. Enter Prince HENRY and POINS, marching. FALSTAFF meets the Prince, playing on his truncheon, like a fife. Fal. How now, lad? is the wind in that door, i'faith? must we all march? Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion ?5 [3] A face set with carbuncles is called a rich face. Legend of Cap Jones. ST. V. [4] A younker is a novice, a young inexperienced man easily guited TE. [5] As prisoners are conveyed to Newgate, fastened two and two together. JOHNS. |