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'and for thy walls,-a pretty slight drollery, or princely got; for, by my troth, I do now rethe story of the prodigal, or the German hunt member the poor creature, small beer. But, ing in water-work, is worth a thousand of indeed, these humble considerations make me these bed-hangings, and these fly-bitten tapes- out of love with my greatness. What a distries. Let it be ten pound, if thou canst. grace is it to me, to remember thy name? or to Come, an it were not for thy humours, there is know thy face to-morrow? or to take note how not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy many pair of silk stockings thou hast: vis. face,' and 'draw* thy action : Come, thou must these, and those that were the peach-colour'd not be in this humour with me; dost not know ones? or to bear the inventory of thy shirts; as, me? Come, come, I know thou wast set on to one for superfluity, and one other for use?-bat this.

that, the tennis-court-keeper knows better than Host. Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but 1; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee, when twenty nobles ; i’faith I am loath to pawn my thou keepest not racket there; as thou hast not plate, in good earnest, la.

done a great while, because the rest of thy lowFal. Let it alone; I'll make other shift: countries have made a shift to eat up thy Holyou'll be a fool still.

land: and God kuows, whether those that bawl Host. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn out the ruins of thy linen,* shall inherit his my gown. I hope, you'll come to supper: kingdom : But the midwives say, the children You'll pay me all together?

are not in the fault; whereupon the world inFal. Will I live? -Go, with her, with her; creases, and kindreds are mightily strength(To BARDOLPH.] hook on, hook on.

ened. Host. Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet Poins. How ill it follows, after you have layou at supper?

boured so hard, you should talk so idly? Tell Fal. No more words; let's have her. me, how many good young princes would do

[Exeunt Hostess, BARDOLPH, Officers, so, their fathers being so sick as yours at this and PAGE.

time is? Ch. Just. I have heard better news.

P. Hen. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins? Fal. What's the news, my good lord ? Poins. Yes; and let it be an excelleot good Ch. Just. Where lay the king last night? thing. Gow. At Basingstoke, my lord.

P. Hen. It will serve among wits of no higher Fal. I hope, my lord, all's well : What's the breeding than thine. news, my lord ?

Poins. Go to; I stand the push of your one Ch. Just. Come all his forces back?

thing that you will tell. Gov. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred P. Hen. Why, I tell thee,-it is not meet horse,

that I should be sad, now my father is sick : Are march'd up to my lord of Lancaster, albeit I could tell to thee, (as to one it pleases Against Northumberland, and the archbishop. me, for fạult of a better, to call my friend,) I

Fal. Comes the king back from Wales, my could be sad, and sad indeed too. noble lord?

Poins. Very hardly, upon such a subject. Ch. Just. You shall have letters of me pre- P. Hen. By this hand, thou think'st me as sently : Come, go along with me, good master far in the devil's book, as thou, and Falstaff, Gower.

for obduracy and persistency: Let the end try Fal. My lord!

the man.

But I tell thee,-my heart bleeds Ch. Just. What's the matter?

inwardly, that my father is so sick : and keepFal. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with ing such vile company as thou art, hath in reame to dinner?

son taken from me all ostentation of sorrow. Gow. I must wait upon my good lord here: Poins. The reason? I thank you, good Sir John.

P. Hen. What would'st thou think of me, Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, if I should weep? seeing you are to take soldiers up in counties Poins. I would think thee a most princely as you go.

hypocrite. Fal. Will you sup with me, master Gower? P. Hen. It would be every man's thought :

Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you and thou art a blessed fellow, to think as every these manners, Sir John?

man thinks ; never a man's thought in the world Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, keeps the road-way better than thine : every he was a fool that taught them me. This is man would think me a hypocrite indeed. And the right fencing grace my lord, tap for tap, what accites your most worshipful thought, to and so part fair.

think so? Ch. Just. Now the lord lighten thee! thou Poins. Why because you have been so lewd, art a great fool.

(Exeunt. and so much engraffed to Falstaff.

P. Hen. And to theo. SCENE II.-The same. Another Street.

Poins. By this light, I am well spoken of, I Enter Prince HENRY and Poins.

can hear it with mine own ears: the worst that P. Hen. Trust me, I am exceeding weary. they can say of me is, that I am a second bro

Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought, ther, and that I am a proper fellow of my weariness durst not have attached one of so hands; and those two things, I confess, I canhigh blood.

not help. By the mass, here comes Bardolph. P. Hen. 'Faith, it does me; though it dis- P. Hen. And the boy that I gave Falstaff; colours the complexion of my greatness to ac- he had him from me Christian; and look, if the knowledge it. Doth it not show vilely in me, fat villain hath not transformed him ape. to desire small beer?

Enter BARDOLPA and PAGE. Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied, as to remember so weak a composi- Bard. 'Save your grace! tion.

P. Hen. And yours, most noble Bardolph ! P. Hen. Belike then, my appetite was not Bard. Come, you virtuous ass, [To the Page.

you bashful sool, mast you be blushing? where- P. Hen. Well, thus we play the fools with fore blush you now? What a maidenly man at the time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the arms are you become? Is it such a matter, to clouds and mock us.- Is your master here in get a pottle-pot's maidenhead.

London? Page. He called me even now, my lord, Bard. Yes, my lord. through a red lattice,* and I could discern no P. Hen. Where sups he? doth the old boar part of his face from the window: at last, I feed in the old frank?* spied his eyes; and, methought, he had made Bard. At the old place, my lord; in Easttwo holes in the ale-wife's new petticoat, and cheap. peeped through.

P. Hen. What company? P. Hen. Hath not the boy profited ?

Page. Ephesians, my lord ; of the old churchi. Bard. Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, P. Hen. Sup any women with him? away!

Page. None, my lord, but old mistress Page. Away you rascally Althea's dream, Quickly, and mistress Doll Tear-sheet. away!

P. Hen. What Pagan may that be? P. Hen. Instruct us, boy: What dream, boy? Page. A proper gentlewoman, Sir, and a

Page. Marry, my lord, Althea dreamed she kinswoman of my master's. was delivered of a fire-brand; and therefore I P. Hen. Even such kin, as the parish heisers call him her dream.

are to the town bull.-Shall we steal upon P. Hen. A crown's worth of good interpre- them, Ned, at supper? tation. There it is, boy. [Gives him money. Poins. I am your shadow, my lord; I'll fol

Poins. O, that this good blossom could be low you. kept from cankers! –Well, there is sixpence to P. Hen. Sirrah, you boy, -and Bardolph ;preserve thee.

no word to your master, that I am yet come to Bard. An you do not make him be hanged town: There's for your silence. among you, the gallows shall have wrong. Bard. I have no tongue, Sir.

P. Hex. And how doth thy master, Bar- Page. And for mine, Sir, I will govern it. dolph?

P. Hen. Fare ye well; go. (Exeunt BARBard. Well, my lord. He heard of your DOLPH and Page.)-This Doll Tear-sheet grace's coming to town; there's a letter for you. should be some road. Poins. Delivered with good respect.-And

Poins. I warrant you as common as the way how doth the martlemas,t your master? between Saint Albans and London, Bard. In bodily health, Sir.

P. Hen. How might we see Falstaff bestow Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a phy- himself to-night in his true colours, and not sician: but that moves not him ; though that ourselves be seen? be sick, it dies not.

Poins. Put on two leather jerkins, and aprons, P. Hen. I do allow this went to be as fami- and wait upon him at his table as drawers. liar with me as my dog : and he holds his place; P. Hen. From a god to a bull? a heavy defor, look you, how he writes.

scension! it was Jove's case. From a prince Poins. [Reads.] John Falstaff, knight,- to a prentice? a low transformation that shall Every man must know that, as ost as he has be mine : for, in every thing, the purpose must accasion to name himself. Even like those weigh with the folly. Follow me, Ned. that are kin to the king; for they never prick

[Ereunt. their finger, but they say, There is some of the SCENE III.-Warkworth. Before the Castle. king's blood spilt: How comes that? says he, that takes upon him not to conceive : the an- Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, Lady NORTHUMswer is as ready as a borrower's cap; I am the BERLAND, and Lady PERCY. king's poor cousin, Sir. P. Hen. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they

North. I pray thee, loving wife, and gende will feteh it from Japhet. But the letter:

daughter. Poins. Sir John Palstaff

, knighe, to the son of Put not you on the visage of the times,

Give even way unto my rough affairs : The king, nearest his father, Harry Prince of And be, like them, to Percy troublesome, Wales, greeting.–Why, this is a certificate. P. Hen. Peace!

Lady N. I have given over, I will speak no Poins. I will imitate the honourable Roman in brevity :-he sure means brevity in breath ; Do what you will; your wisdom be yourguide. short-winded. I commend me to thee, I com

North. Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at mend thee, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar

pawn; with Poins; for he misuses thy favours so much, And, but my going, nothing can redeem it. that he swears, thou art to marry his sister Nell.

Lady P. O, yet for God's sake, go not to

these wars! Repent at idle times as thou may'st, and so farewell.

The time was, father that you broke your Thine, by yea and no, (which is as When you were more endear'd to it than now; much as to say, as thou usest him,) When your own Perey, when my heart's dear Jack Falstaff, with vy familiars ; Threw many a'northward look, to see his father John,with my brothers and sisters ;

and Sir John, with all Europe.' Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain. My lord, I will steep this letter in sack, and Who then persuaded you to stay at home? make him eat it.

There were two honours lost; yours, and your P. Hen. That's to make him eat twenty of

son's. his words. Bát do you use me thus, Ned? For yours,-may heavenly glory brighten it! inust I marry your sister?

For his,-it stuck upon him, as the sun Poins. May the wench have no worse for- In the gray vault of heaven: and, by his light, tune! but I never said so.

Did all the chivalry of England move

To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass * An ale-house window. tortinmas, St. Martiii' is lur

Wherein the puble youth did ctress theinselree



He had no legs, that practised not his gait: they supped, is too hot; they'll come in
And speaking thick, which nature made his straight.
Became the accents of the valiant; [blemish, 2 Draw. Sirrah, here will be the Prince, and
For those that could speak low, and tardily, master Poins anon: and they will put on two
Would turn their own perfection to abuse, of our jerkins, and aprons; and Sir John must
To seem like him : So that, in speech, in gait, not know of it: Bardolph hath brought word.
In diet, in affections of delight,

1 Draw. By the mass, here will be old utis :* In military rules, humours of blood,

It will be an excellent stratagem. He was the mark and glass, copy and book, 2 Draw. I'll see, if I can find out Sneak. That fashion'd others. And him;-0 wondrous

[Exil. him ! miracle of men !-him did you leave,

Enler Hostess and DOLL TEAR-SAEET. (Second to none, unseconded by you,)

Host. I'faith, sweet heart, methinks now you To look upon the hideous god of war

are in an excellent good temperality: your pul. In disadvantage; to abide a field,

sidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name desire; and your colour, I warrant you, is as Did seem defensible :-50 you left him :*

red as any rose : But, i'faith, you have drunk Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong, too much canaries; and that's a marvellous To hold your honour more precise and nice

searching wine, and it perfumes the blood ere With others, than with him ; let them alone;

one can say,-What's this? How do you now? The marshal, and the archbishop, are strong: Dol. Better than I was. Hem! Had my sweet Harry had but half their num

Host. Why, that's well said; a good heart's bers,

worth gold. Look, here comes Sir John. To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck, Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave.

Enter FALSTAFF, singing. North. Beshrew* your heart,

Fal. When Arthur first in court-Empty the Fair daughter ! you do draw my spirits from jordan.—And was a worthy king : {E.cit DrawWith new lamenting ancient oversights. [me, Er.] How now, mistress Doll? But I must go and meet with danger there; Host. Sick of a calm : yea, good sooth. Or it will seek me in another place,

Fal. So is all her sect; an they be once in a And find me worse provided.

calm, they are siek. Lady N, O, fly to Scotland,

Dol. You muddy rascal, is that all the com. Till that the nobles and the armed commons,

fort you give me? Have of their puissance made a little taste. Fal. You make fat rascals, mistress Doll. Lady P. If they get ground and vantage of Dol. I make them! gluttony and diseases the king,

make them; I make them not. Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, Fal. If the cook help to make the gluttony, To make strength stronger ; but, for all our you help to make the diseases, Doll : we catch loves,

of you, Doll, we catch of you; grant that, my First let them try themselves : So did your son; poor virtue, grant that. He was so suffer'd; so came I a widow;

Dol. Ay, marry; our chains and our And never shall have length of life enough, jewels. To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes, Fal. Your brooches, pearls, and owches;- for That it may grow and sprout as high as hea- to serve_bravely, is to come halting off, your For recordation to my noble husband. (ven, know: To come off the breach with his pike North. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with bent bravely, and to surgery bravely; to venmy mind,

ture upon the charged chamberst bravely:As with the tide swell'd up unto its height, Dol. Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang That makes a still-stand, running neither way, yourself! Fain would I go to meet the archbishop, Host. By my troth, this is the old fashion; But many thousand reasons hold me back:

you two never meet, but you fall to some disI will resolve for Scotland ; there am I, cord : you are both, in good troth, as rheumaTill time and vantage crave my company. tic as two dry toasts; you cannot one bear

[Exeunt. with another's confirmities. What the goodSCENE IV.-London.--A Room in the year!I one must bear, and that must be you : Boar's Head Tavern, in Eastcheap.

(To Doll.] you are the weaker vessel, as they

say, the emptier vessel. Enter two DRAWERS.

Dol. Can a weak empty vessel bear such a 1 Drau. What the devil hast thou brought huge full hogshead? there's a whole merthere? apple-Johns ? thou know'st, Sir John chant's venture of Bourdeaux stuff in him; you cannot endure an apple-John.t

have not seen a hulk better stuffed in the hold. 2 Drawo. Mass, thou sayest true: The prince -Come, I'll be friends with thee, Jack : thou once set a dish of apple-Johns before him, and art going to the wars; and whether I shall told him, there were five more Sir Johns : and, ever see thee again, or no, there is nobody putting off his hat, said, I will now take my cares. leave of these six dry, round, old, wither'd

Re-enter DRAWER. knights. It angered him to the heart; but he hath forgot that.

Draw. Sir, ancients Pistol's below, and 1 Draw. Why then, cover, and set them would speak with you. down: And see if thou canst find out Sneak's Dol. Hang him, swaggering rascal! let him poise;f mistress Tear-sheet would fain hear not come hither: it is the foul mouth'dst rogue some music. Despatch :-The room where in England. * Ill betide. † An apple that will keep two years.

*Merry doings. † Small pieces of ordnance. Sneak was 2 strort miniro! : a note of musicians Mrs. Quickly's blunder for goviere, i e. por. anoninntly signina ****


Host. If he swagger, let him not come here: Dol. Captain! thou abominable damned no, by my faith ; I must live amongst my cheater, art thou not ashamed to be calledneighbours ; I'll no swaggerers : I am in good captain? If captains were of my mind, they name and fame with the very best : Shut the would truncheon you out, for taking their door; there comes no swaggerers here : I have names upon you before you have earned them. not lived all this while, to have swaggering You a captain, you slave! for what? for tearnow:- shut the door, I pray you.

ing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house? Fal. Dost thou hear, hostess

He a captain! Hang him, rogue! He lives Host. Pray you, pacify yourself, Sir John; upon mouldy stewed prunes, and dried cakes. there comes no swaggerers* here.

A captain! these villains will make the word Fal. Dost thou hear? it is mine ancient. captain as odious as the word occupy; which

Host. Tilly-fally, Sir John, never tell me; was an excellent good word before it was your ancient swaggerer comes not in my doors. ill-sorted: therefore captains had need look I was before master Tisick, the deputy, the to it. other day; and, as he said to me, it was no Bard. Pray thee, go down, good ancient. longer ago than Wednesday last, -Neighbour Fal. Hark thee hither, mistress Doll. Quickly, says he ;-master Dumb, our minister, Pist. Not 1: tell thee what, corporal Bare was by then ;-Neighbour Quickly, says he ; dolph ;-I could tear her :-I'll be revenged receive those that are civil ; for saith he, you are

on her. in am ill name ;-now he said so, I can tell Page. Pray thee, go down. whereupon ; for, says he, you are an honest wo- Pist. I'll see her damned first ;-to Pluto's man, and well thought on; therefore take heed damned lake, to the infernal deep, with Erewhat guests you receive : Receive, says he, no bus and tortures vile also. Hold hook and swaggering companions.- - There comes none line, say I. Down, down, dogs! down faihere; you would bless you to hear what he tors !* Have we not Hiren here at said: no, I'll no swaggerers.

Host. Good captain Peesel, be quiet; it is Fal. He's no swaggerer, hostess ; a tame very late, i'faith : I beseek you now, aggra. cheater,t he; you may stroke him as gently as vate your choler. a puppy grayhound : he will not swagger with Pist. These be good humours, indeed! Shall a Barbary hen, if her feathers turn back in

pack horses, any show of resistance.-Call him up, drawer. And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,

Host. Cheater, call you him? I will bar no Which cannot go but thirty miles a day, honest man my house, nor no cheater: But I Compare with Cæsars, and with Cannibals,f do not love swaggering; by my troth, I am the And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them worse, when one says_swagger : feel, mas

with ters, how I shake; look you, I warrant you. King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar. Dol. So you do, hostess.

Shall we fall foul for toys? Host. Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, an Host. By my troth, captain, these are very "twere an aspen leaf: I cannot abide swag- bitter words. gerers.

Bard. Be gone, good ancient : this will Enter Pistol, BARDOLPH, and PAGE.

grow to a brawl anon.

Pist. Die men, like dogs ; give crowns like Pist. 'Save you, Sir John !

pins; Have we not Hiren here? Fal. Welcome, ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol,

Host. O’my word, captain, there's none I charge you with a cup of sack: do you dis- such here. What the good-year! do you think, charge upon mine hostess.

I would deny her? for God's sake, be quiet. Pist. I will discharge upon her, Sir John, Pist. Then, feed, and be fat, my fair Caliwith two bullets.

polis : Fal. She is pistol proof, Sir; you shall Come, give's some sack. hardly offend her.

Si fortuna me tormenta, sperato me corHost. Come, I'll drink no proofs, nor no


(fire: bullets : I'll drink no more than will do me Fear we broadsides ? no, let the fiend give good, for no man's pleasure, I.

Give me some sack ;-and, sweetheart, lie Pist. Then to you, mistress Dorothy ; I will

thou there. (Laying down his sword. charge you.

Come we to full points here; and are et ceteras Dol. Charge me? I scorn you, scurvy com

nothing? panion, What! you poor, base, rascally, cheat- Fal. Pistol, I would be quiet. ing, lacklinen mate! Away you mouldy rogue, Pist. Sweet knight, 1 kiss thy neif :|| What! away! I am meat for your master.

we have seen the seven stars. Pist. I know you, mistress Dorothy.

Dol. Thrust him down stairs; I cannot enDol. Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy dure such a fustian rascal. bung, away! by this wine, I'll thrust my knife Pist. Thrust him down stairs! know we not in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy Galloway nags? | cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal!

Fal. Quoit** him down, Bardolph, like a you basket-hilt stale juggler, you (Since shove-groat shilling: nay, if he do nothing but when, I pray you, Sir?-What, with two speak nothing, he shall be nothing here. points on your shoulder much!

Bard. Come, get you down stairs. Pist. I will murder your ruff for this.

Pist. What ! shall we have incision shall we Fal. No more, Pistol; I would not have you imbrue?go off here : discharge yourself of our company, Then death rock me asleep, abridge my dole

[Snatching up his sword. Pistol.

ful daysti Host. No, good captain Pistol ; not here, * Traitors, rascals. sweet captain.

A quotation from a play of G. P'eclo's.

1 Blunder for Hannibals. A blustering, fighting fellow. | Gamester.

l'arody of a line in the Battle of Alcasar, an old plar. Laces, marks of his commiston.

Il Fist. 1 Common hacknies. ** Three An expression of disain.

* Part of an asririt Sci?.



Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds himself is such another; the weight of a hair Untwine the sisters three! Come, Atropos, I will turn the scales between their avoirdupois.

P. Hen. Would not this nave of a wheel have Host. Here's goodly stuff toward!

his ears cut off ? Fal. Give me my rapier, boy.

Poins. Let's beat him before his whore. Dol. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not P. Hen. Look, if the withered elder hath not draw.

his poll clawed like a parrot. Fal. Get you down stairs.

Poins. Is it not strange, that desire should so [Drawing, and driving Pistol out. many years outlive performance? Host. Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear Fal. Kiss me, Doll. keeping house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and P. Hen. Saturn and Venus this year in confrights. So; murder, I warrant now.. -Alas, junction! what says the almanack to that! alas! put up your naked weapons, put up your Poins. And, look, whether the fiery Trigon,* naked weapons.

his man, be not lisping to his master's old tables; [Exeunt Pistol and BARDOLPH. his note-book, his counsel-keeper. Dol. I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal Fal. Thou dost give me flattering busses. is gone. Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, Dol. Nay, truly; I kiss thee with a most you.

constant heart. Host. Are you not hurt i'the groin? me- Fal. I am old, I am old. thought, he made a shrewd thrust at your belly. Dol. I love thee better than I love e'er a

scurvy young boy of them all. Re-enter BARDOLPH.

Fal. What stuff wilt have a kirtlet of? I Fal. Have you turned him out of doors?

shall receive money on Thursday: thou shalt Bard. Yes, Sir. The rascal's drunk : you have a cap to-morrow. A merry song, come: have hurt him, Sir, in the shoulder.

it grows late, we'll to bed. Thou'lt forget me, Fal. A rascal! to brave me !

when I am gone. Dol. Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas,

Dol. By my troth, thou'lt set me a weeping, poor ape, how thou sweat'st! Come, let me an thou sayest so: prove that ever I dress mywipe thy face;-come on, you whoreson chops: self handsome till thy return.--Well, hearken -Ah, rogue! i'faith, I love thee. Thou art as

the end. valorous as Hector of Troy, worth five of

Fal. Some sack, Francis. Agamemnon, and ten times better than the

P. Hen. Poins. Anon, anon,

Sir. nine worthies. Ah, villain !

(Advancing Fal. A rascally slave! I will toss the

Fal. Ha! a bastard son of the king's?--And

rogue in a blanket.

art not thqu Poins his brother? Dol. Do, if thou darest for thy heart: if thou

P. Hen. Why, thou globe of sinful contidost, I'll canvas thee between a pair of sheets. nents, what a life dost thou lead?

Fal. A better than thou; I am a gentleman, Enter Music.

thou art a drawer. Page. The music is come, Sir.

P. Hen. Very true, Sir ; and I come to draw Fal. Let them play ;-Play, Sirs.-Sit on my

you out by the ears.

Host. O, the Lord preserve thy good grace! knee, Doll. A rascal bragging slave ! the rogue by my troth, welcome to London. ---Now the fled from me like quicksilver.

Lord bless that sweet face of thine! O Jesu, Dol. I'faith, and thou followedst him like a church. Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholo

are you come from Wales :

Fal. Thou whoreson mad compound of mamew boar-pig, when wilt thou leave fighting jesty, by this light flesh and corrupt blood, o'days, and foiningt o'nights, and begin to

thou art welcome. patch up thine old body for heaven?

[Leaning his hand upon DOLL.

Dol. How! you fat fool, I scorn you. Enter behind, Prince HENRY and Poins, dis- Poins. My lord, he will drive you out of your guised like Drawers.

revenge, and turn all to a merriment, if you Fal. Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a take not the heat. death's head : do not bid me remember mine

P. Hen. You whoreson candle-mine, you, end.

how vilely did you speak of me even now, beDol. Sirrah, what humour is the prince of? fore this honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman?

Fal. A good shallow young fellow : he would Host. 'Blessing o’your good heart! and so have made a good pantler, he would have she is, by my troth. chipped bread well.

Fal. Didst thou hear me? Dol. They say, Poins has a good wit.

P. Hen. Yes; and you knew me, as you did Fal. He a good wit? hang him, baboon! his when you ran away by Gad's-hill : you knew, wit is as thick as Tewksbury mustard; there is I was at your back, and spoke it on purpose, no more conceit in him, than is in a mallet. to try my patience.

Dol. Why does the prince love him so then? Fal. No, no, no; not so; I did not think,

Fal. Because their legs are both of a biguess : thou wast within hearing. and he plays at quoits well; and eats conger

P. Hen. I shall drive you then to confess the and fennel; and drinks off candles' ends for wilful abuse ; and then I know how to handle flap-dragons; and rides the wild mare with the you. boys; and jumps upon joint-stools ; and swears Fal. No abuse, Hal, on mine honour; no with a good grace; and wears his boot very

abuse. smooth, like unto the sign of the leg; and

P. Hen. Not! to dispraise me; and call mebreeds no bate with telling of discreet stories, pantler, and bread-chipper, and I know not and such other gambol faculties he hath, that what? show a weak mind and an able body, for the

Fal. No abuse, Hal. which the prince admits him: for the prince

Poins. No abuse ! Thrusting. * An astronomical ferru.

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