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not then? In respect of the love, he bears our house:Gads. Case ye, case ye! On with your visors ! there's he shows in this, he loves his own barn better, than he money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going loves our house. Let me see some more! The purpose to the king's exchequer.

you undertake, is dangerous ;-Why, that's certain; Fal. You lie, you rogue; 'tis going to the king's 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink : but I tavern.

tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we Gads. There's enough to make us all.

pluck this flower, safety. The purpose you undertake, Fal. To be hanged.

is dangerous ; the friends you have named, uncertain; P. Hen. Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow the time itself unsorted; and your whole plot too lane ; Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape light, for the counterpoise of so great an opposifrom your encounter, then they light onus.

tion.-Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you Peto. How many be there of them?

are a shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lackGads. Some cight orten.

brain is this? By the Lord, our plot is as good a plot, as Fal. Zounds! will they not rob us?

ever was laid; our friends true and constant: a good P. llen. What, a coward, sir John Paunch? plot, good friends, and full of expectation : an excelFal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grand- lent plot, very good friends. What a frosty spirited father ; but yet no coward, Hal.

rogue is this? Why, my lord of York commends the P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof.

plot, and the general course of the action. Zounds, Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the an I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his hedge; when thou needest him, there thou shalt find lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and myhim. Farewell, and stand fast!

self? lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Fal. Now cannot Istrike him, if I should be hanged. Owen Glendower? Is there not, beside, the Douglas ? P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises ?

Have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the Poins. Here, hard by; stand close!

ninth of the next month? and are they not, some of (Exeunt P. Henry and Poins. them, set forward already? What a pagan rascal is Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; this ? au infidel? Ha! you shall see now, in very sioevery man to his business!

cerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the king, and Enter Travellers.

lay open all our proceedings. O, I could divide my1 Trav. Come, neighbour! the boy shall lead our self, and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimhorses down the hill;

we'll walk afoot a while, and ease med milk with so honourable an action! Hang him! let our legs.

him tell the king: We are prepared: I will set forward Thieves. Stand !

to-night. Trav. Jesu bless us !

Enter Lady PERCY.
Fal. Strike! down with them! cut the villains' How now, Kate? I must leave you within these two
throats! Ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed kna- hours.
ves! they hate us youth: down with them ! fleece them! Lady. Omy good lord, why are youthus alone?
1 Trav. o, we are undone, both we and ours, for ever. For what offence have I, this fortuight, been
Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves! Are ye undone? A banished woman from my Harry's bed?
No, ye fut chuffs? I would, your store were here! On, Tell me, sweet lord, what is't, that takes from thee
bacons, on! What, yeknaves ? young men must live: Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep?
you are grand-jurors, are ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith. Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,

[Exeunt Falstaff,etc. driving the Travel- And start so often, when thou sit'st alone?
lers out.

Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks,
Re-enter Prince Henry and Poirs.

Andgiven my treasures, and my rights of thee,
P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true men. Now To thick-ey'd musing, and cură'd melancholy?
could thou and I rob the thieves, and go merrily to In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd,
London, it would be argument for a week, laughter And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars,
for a month, and a good jest for ever,

Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed, Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming.

Cry, Courage!--to the

field? And thou hast talk'd Re-enter Thieves.

Of sallies, and retires, oftrenches, tents,
Fal. Come, niy masters, let us share, and then to Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,
horse before day! Anthe prince and Poins be not two of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,
arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's no of prisoners' ransome, and of soldiers slain,
more valour in that Poins, than in a wild duck. And all the currents of a heady fight.
P. Hen. Your money! [Re:shing out upon them. Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,
Poins. Villains !

And thus hath so bestir'd thee in thy sleep,
[As they are sharing, the prince and That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow,

Poins set upon them. Falstaff, after a Like bubbles in a late disturbed stream;
blow or two, and the rest, run away, And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,

leaving their booty behind them.) Such as we see, when meu restrain their breath P.Flen. Got with much ease! Now merrily to horse! On some great sudden haste. 0, what portents are The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with fear

these? So strongly, that they dare not meet each other; Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, Each takes his fellow for an officer.

And I must know it, else he loves me not. Away, good Ned! Falstaffsweats to death,

Hut. What, ho!'is Gilliams with the packet gone? And lards the lean earth, as he walks along:

Enter Servant. Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him.

Sev. Heis, my lord, an hour ago. Poins. How the rogue roar'd!

(Exeunt. Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from the she• SCENE III. Warkworth. A room in the castle. rill? Enter Hotspur, reading a letter.

Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well Hot

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Mife. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honour, Well, I will back him straight: 0 esperance! - that thou wert not with me in this action. But, sweet Bid Butler lead him forth into the park![Exit Servant. Ned, - to sweeten which name of Ned, I give thee this Lady. But hear you, my lord !

pennyworth of sugar, clapped even now in my hand Hot. What say'st, my lady?

by an under-skinker, one, that never spake other Lady. What is it carries you away?

English in his life, than Eight shillings and sixpence, Hot. My horse,

and You are welcome; with this shrill addition, My love, my horse.

Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint of bastard in the HalfLady. Out, you mad-headed ape!

moon, or so. But, Ned, to drive away the time till A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen,

Falstaff come, I pr’ythee, do thou stand in some byAs you are toss'd with. In faith,

room, while I question my puny drawer, to what end he I'll know your business, Harry, that I will.

gave me the sugar; and do thou never leave calling I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir

Francis, that his tale to me may be nothing bat anon.
About his title, and hath sent for you,

Step aside, and I'll show thee a precedent.
Toine his enterprize. But if yon go

Poins. Francis !
Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary,


P. Hen. Thou art perfect.
Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, answer me Poins. Francis !

(Exit Poins. Directly to this question, that I ask!

Enter Francis.
In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,

Fran. Anon, anon, sir!- Look down into the Pome-
An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.

granate, Ralph!
Hot. Away,

P. Hlen. Come hither, Francis !
Away, you trifler! - Love?- I love thee not, Fran. My lord!
I care not for thee, Kate. This is no world,

P. Her. How long hast thou to serve, Francis ?
To play with mammets, and to tilt with lips :

Fran. Forsooth, five year, and as much as to
We must have bloody noses, and crack'd crowns, Poins. (Within.] Francis !
And pass them current too. — Gods me, my horse!-

Fran. Anon, anon, sir.
What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou have P. Hen. Five years! by’rlady, a long lease for the
with me?

clinking of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so
Lady. Do you not love me? do you not, indeed? valiant, as to play the coward with thy indenture, and
Well, do not then! for, since you love me not, to shew it a fair pair of heels, and run from it?
I will not love myself. Do you not love me?

Fran. O lord, sir! I'll be sworn upon all the books in
Nay, tell me, if you speak in jest, or no!

England, I could find in my heart-
Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride?

Poins. [Within.] Francis !
And when I am o'horse-back, I will swear,

Fran. Anon, anon, sir.
I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate!

P. Hen. How old art thon, Francis ?
I must not have you henceforth question me,

Fran. Let me see!- About Michaelmas next I shall
Whither I go, nor reason, whereabout:

be -
Whither I must, I must; and to conclude,

Poins. [Within.] Francis!
This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate!

Fran. Anon, sir. - Pray you, stay a little, my lord !
I know you wise; but yet no further wise,

P. Hen. Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar
Than Harry Percy's wife. Constant you are; thou gavest me, – 'twas a pennyworth, was't not?
But yet a woman: and for secrecy,

Fran. O lord, sir! I would, it had been two.
No lady closer; for I well believe,

P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand pound : ask
Thou wilt notutter what thou dost not know;

me when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it.
And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate!

Poins. [Within.] Francis!
Lady. How! so far?

Fran. Anon, anon.
Hot. Not an inch farther. But hark


P. Hen. Anon, Francis? No, Francis : but to-mor-
Whither I go, thither shall you go too;

row, Francis; or, Francis, on Thursday; or, indeed, To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.—

Francis, when thou wilt. But, Francis, -
Will this content you, Kate ?

Fran. My lord ?
Lady It must, of force.

[Exeunt. P. Ilen. Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, crystalSCENE IY.-Eustcheap. A room in the Boar's Head button, nott-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, cadTavern.

dis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch, -
Enter Prince Henry and Poins.

Fran. O lord, sir, who do you mean?
P. Hen. Ned, pr’ythee, come out of that fat room, P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard is

your only andlend me thy hand to laugh a little.

drink: for, look you, Francis, your white canvas Poins. Where hast been, Hal?

doublet will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to
P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, amongst so much.
three or four score hogsheads. I have sounded Fran. What, sir?

very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am Poins. [Within.] Francis !
sworn brother to a leash ofdrawers; and can call them
all by their Christian names, as Tom, Dick, and Fran-call ?

P. Hen, Away, you rogue! Dost thou not hear them
cis. They take it already upon their salvation, that,
though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of

[Here they both call him; the Drawer stands courtesy, and tell me flatly, I am no proud Jack, like

amazed, not knowing which way to go.

Enter Vintner. Falstafl', but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good Vint. What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st such a boy, — by the Lord, so they call me. And when I am calling? Look to the guests within! (Exit Frun.] king of England, I shall command all the good lads in My lord, old sir John, with half a dozen more, are at Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dying scarlet : the door. Shall I let them in ? and when you breathe in your watering, they cry hem! and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am so door! (Exit Vintner.] Poins!

P. Hen. Let them alone awhile, and then open the good a proficient in one qnarter of an hour, that I can drink with any tinker in his own language during my' Poins. Auon, anon, sir.

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are at the door. Shall we be merry?

Fal, Where is it? taken from us it is: a hundred
Poins. As merry, as crickets, my lad. But hark ye! upon poor four of us.
What cunning match have you made with this jest of P. Hen. What a hundred, man?
the drawer? come, what's the issue?

Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a P. Hen. I am now of all humours, that have shewed dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scap'd by themselves humours, since the old days of goodman miracle. I am eight times thrust through the doublet; Adam to the pupil age of this present twelve o'clock tour, through the hose; my buckler cut through and at midnight. (Re-enter Francis, with wine.] What's through ; my sword hacked like a hand-saw, ecce sio'clock, Francis ?

gnuin. I never dealt better since I was a mạn: all would Fran. Anon, anon, sir.

not do. A plague of all cowards! - Let them speak: P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer if they speak more or less than truth, they are villains, words, than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman! - and the sons of darkness. His industry is upstairs, and downstairs ; his elo- P. Hen. Speak, sirs ! how was it? quence the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Gads. We four set upon some dozen, Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north; he, that kills Fal. Sixteen, at least, my lord. me some six, or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, Gads. And bound them. washes his hands, and says to his wife, Fye upon Peto. No, no, they were not bound. this quiet life! I want work. O my sweet Harry, says Ful. You rogue,they were bound, every man of them; she, how many hast thou killed to-day? Give my or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. roan horse a drench, says he; and answers, Some four- Gads. As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh teen, an hour after; a trifle, a trifle. I pr’ythee, call men set upon us, in Falstaff ! I'll play Percy, and that damned brawn Fal. And unbound the rest, and then come in the shall play dame Mortimer his wife. Rivo, says the other. drunkard. Callin ribs, call in tallow!

P. Hen. What, fought ye with them all? Enter FalstaTF, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH and Peto. Fal. All? I know not what ye call, all; but if I fought Poins. Welcome, Jack! Where hast thou been? not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish: if there Fal. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance were not two or three and fifty upon poor old Jack, too! marry, and amen!--Give me a cup of sack, boy! then am I no two-legged creature. Ere I lead this life long, I'll sew nether-stocks, and Poins. Pray God, you have not murdered some of mend them, and foot them too. A plague of all them. cowards !–Give me a cup of sack, rogue.- Is there no Fal. Nay, that's past praying for: for I have peppered virtue extant ?

[He drinks. two of them: two, I am sure, I have paid; two P. Hen. Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of but-rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal,-if I tell. ter? pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the sweet thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse! Thon knowtale of the son ? If thou didst, then behold that com- est my old ward ; -- here I lay, and thus I bore my pound!

point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me, – Fal. You rogue, here's lime in this sack too. P. Hen. What, four? thou said'st but two, even now. There is nothing but roguery to be found in villain- Fal. Four, Hal; I told thee four. ous man; yet a coward is worse, than a cup of Poins. Ay, ay, he said four. sack with lime in it; a villainous coward. - Go thy Fal. These four came all a-front, and mainly thrast ways, old Jack! die, when thou wilt ; if manhood, good at me. I made me no more ado, but took all their seven manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the earth, points in my target, thus. then am I a shotten herring. There live not three good P. Hen. Seven? why, there were but four, even now. men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat, and Fal. In buckram. grows old. God help the while! a bad world, I say! Poins. Ay, four, in buckram snits. I would, I were a weaver ;I could sing psalms, or any Pal. Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else. thing. A plague of all cowards ! I say still,

P. Hen. Pr’ythee, let him alone; we shall have more
P. Hen. How now, wool-sack? what mutter you?

Fal. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy Fal. Dost thou hear me, Hal?
kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy sub-| P. Hen. Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.
jects afore thee, like a flock of wild geese, I'll never Fal. Do so, for it is worth the listeniog to. These
wear hair on my face more. Yon prince of Wales ! nine in buckram, that I told thee of, –

P. Hen. Why, you whoreson round man! what's P. Hen. So, two mere already,
the matter?

Fal. Their points being broken, -
Fal. Are you not a coward? answer me to that; and Poins. Down fell their hose.
Poins there?

Fal. Began to give me ground: but I followed me
Poins. 'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, close, came in foot and land, and, with a thought,
I'll stab thee,

seven of the eleven I paid. Ful. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned, ere I P. Hen. O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown call thee coward: but I would give a thousand pound, out of two! I could run as fast, as thou canst. You are straight Fal. But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotenough in the shoulders, you care not, who sees your ten knaves, in Kendal green, came at my back, and let hack. Call you that backing of your friends ? A plague drive at me ;--for it was so dark, Hal, that thou upon such backing!give me them, that will face me couldst not see thy hand. Give me a cup of sack !-I am a rogue,if I drunk to-day. P. Hen. These lies are like the father, that begets P.Ilen. O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped, since thou them, gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why

, drunk'st last.

thou clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou Fal. All's one for that. A plague of all cowards, still whoreson, obscene, greasy tallow-keech, say I.

(He drinks. Fal. What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the P. Hen. What's the matter?

truth the truth? Fal. What's the matter? there be four of us here P. Hen. Why, how could'st thou know these men in have ta'en thousand pound this morning.

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see thy hand ? Come, tell us your reason! What sayest, he would swear truth ont of England, but he would thou to this ?

make you believe, it was done in fight; and persuaded Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason! us to do the like. Fal. What, upon compulsion ? No; were I at the Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass, strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not to make them bleed; and then to beslubber our gartell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compul- ments with it, and to swear, it was the blood of true sion!if reasons were as plenty, as blackberries, I would men. I did that I did not this seven years before, I give no man a reason upon compulsion, I.

blushed to hear his monstrous devices. P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin, this san- P. Hen. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen guine coward, this bed-presser, this horse-back- years ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever breaker, this huge hill of flesh

since thou hast blushed extempore. Thou hadst fire
Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried and sword on thy side, and yet thou ran’st away; what
peats-tongue, bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! — 0, for instinct hadst thou for it?
breath to utter, what is like thee!- you tailor's yard, Burd. My lord, do you see these meteors ? do you
you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck! behold these exhalations?

P. Hen. Well, breath awhile, and then to it again ! P. Hen. I do.
and when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons, Bard. What think you they portend ?
hear me speak but this !

P. Hen. Hot livers and cold purses.
Poins. Mark, Jack !

Bard. Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.
P. Hen. Wetwo saw you four set on four; you bound P. Hen. No, if rightly taken, halter.
them, and were masters of their wealth. — Mark now,

Re-encer FALSTAFF. how plain a tale shall put you down. Then did we two Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone. How set on you four, and with a word out-faced you from now, my sweet creature of bombast? How long is't ago, your prize, and have it, yea, and can show it you Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee? here in the house: -and, Falstaff, you carried your Fal. My own knee? when I was about thy years, Hal, guts away as nimbly, with a quick dexterity, and roar- I was not an eagle's talon in the waist; I could have ed for mercy, and still ran aud roared, as ever I heard crept into any alderman's thumb-ring. A plague of bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword, as sighing and grief! it blows a man up, like a bladder. thou hast done, and then say, it was in fight! What There's villainous news abroad: here was sir John trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst thou now Bracy from your father; you must to the court in the find out, to hide thee from this open and apparent morning. That same mad fellow of the north, Percy, shame?

and he of Wales, that gave Amaimon the bastinado, Poins. Come, let's hear, Jack! What trick hast thou and made Lucifer cuckold, and swore the devil his now?

true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh hook, Fal. By the Lord, I knewye, as well as he, that made What, a plague, call you him? ye. Why, hear ye, my masters ! Was it for me to kill Poins. 0, Glendower. the heir-apparent?Should I turn upon the true prince? Fal. Owen, Owen; the same; and his son-inWhy, thou knowest, I am as valiant, as Hercules : but law, Mortimer, and old Northumberland, and that beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs o’horseInstinct is a great matter; I was a coward on instinct. back up a hill perpendicular. Ishall think the better of myself and thee, during my P. Hen. He, that rides at high speed, and with his life; I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince. pistol kills a sparrow flying. But, by the Lord, lads, I am glad, you have the money. | Fal. You have hit it.' - Hostess, clap to the doors, watch to-night, pray P. Henr. So did he never the

to-morrow! - Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; he
all the titles of good fellowship come to you! What, will not run.
shall we be merry ? shall we have a play extempore? P. Hen. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise

P. Hen. Content! and the argument shall be thy him so for running?
running away.

Fal. O'horseback, ye cuckoo! but, afoot, he will not
Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! budge a foot.
Enter Hostess.

P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct.
Host. My lord the prince,

Pal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too,

I P. Hen. How dow, my lady the hostess? what say'st and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more. thou to me?

Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's beard
Host. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the is turued white with the news ; you may buy land now
court at door, would speak with you : he says he comes as cheap, as stinking mackarel.
from your father.

P. Hen. Why then, 'tis like, if there come a hot June,
P Hen. Give him as much, as will make him a royal and this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maiden-
man, and send him back again to my mother ! heads, as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds.
Fal. What manner of man is he?

Fal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like,
Host. An old man.

we shall have good trading that way. — But, tell me, Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Hal, art thou not horribly afeard ? thou being heir-Shall I give him his answer ?

apparent, could the world pick thee ont three sach P. Hen. Prythee, do, Jack!

enemies again, as that fiend Doug'as, that spirit Percy, Fal. 'Faith, and I'll send him packing. (Exit. and that devil Glendower? Art thou not horribly P. Hen. Now, sirs; by'r-lady, you fought fair; afraid ? doth not thy blood thrill at it?

so did you, Bardolph: you are P. Hen. Not a whit, “i'faith; I lack some of thy lions too, you ran away upon instinct, you will not instinct. touch the true prince; po, -- fye!

Fal. Well, thon wilt be horribly chid to-morrow, Bard. 'Faith, I ran, when I saw others run.

when thou comest to thy father. If thou love me, pracP. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff's tise an answer! eword so hacked?

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Fal. Shall 1? content: this chair shall be my mours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swoln state, this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack,

that stuffed cloak-bag of guts', that roasted ManP. Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy gol- ningtree ox with the pudding in his belly, that den sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father rufcrown for a pitiful bald crown!

fian, that vanity in years ? Wherein is he good, Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of but to taste sack ad drink it? wherein neat and thee, now shalt thou be moved. Give me a cup of cleanly, but to carve a capon and eatit? wherein cnnsack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may be ning, but in craft? wherein crafty, but in villainy? thought, I have wept; for I must speak in passion, and wherein villainous, but in all things? wherein worthy, I will do it in king Cambyses' vein.

but in pothing? P. Hen. Well, here is my leg.

Fal, I would, your grace would take me with yon.
Fal. And here is my speech.-- Stand aside, nobility! Whom means your grace?
Host. This is excellent sport, i'faith.

P. Hen. That yillainous abominable misleader of
Fal. Weepnot, sweet queen! for trickling tears are youth, Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan.

Fal. My lord, the man I know.
Ilost. 0, the father, how he holds his countenance ! P. Hen. I know, thou dost.
Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen, Fal. But to say, I know more harm in him, than io
For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. myself, were to say more, than I know. That he is old,

Ilost. O rare! he doth it as like one of these harlotry (the more the pity,) his white hairs do witness it: but
players, as I ever see.

that he is (saving your reverence,)a whoremaster, that Fal. Peace, good pint-pot! peace, good tickle-brain! I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault, God help

-Harry, I do not only marvel, where thou spendest the wicked ! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many
thy time, but also how thou art accompanied ; for an old host, that I know, is damned : if to be fat be to
though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved.
faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the No, my good lord; bavish Peto, banish Bardolph, ba-
sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I have partly nish Poins! but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Fal-
thy mother's word, partly my own opinion; but chiefly, staff,true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and there.
a villainous trick of thine eye, and a foolish hanging fore more valiant, being as he is,old JackFalstaff, banish
of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me. If then thon not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Har-
be son to me, here lies the point :- Why, being sonry's company; banish plump Jack, and banish all the
to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall the blessed sun world!
of heaven prove a micher, and eat blackberries? a P Hen. I do, I will.

[A knocking heard. question not to be asked! Shall the son of England

(Exeunt Hostess, Francis, and Bardolph. prove a thief, and take purses ? a question to be asked !

Re-enter BARDOLPH, running. There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often heard Bard. O, my lord, my lord, the sheriff', with a most of, and it is known to many in our land by the name of monstrous watch, is at the door. pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth Fal. Out, you rogue ! play out the play! I have much defile; so doth the eompany thou keepest; for, Har- to say in the behalf of that Falstaff. ry, now I do not speak to thee in drink, but in tears,

Re-enter I Lostess, hastily. not in pleasure, but in passion, not in words only, but lost. O Jesu, my lord, my lord !in woes aiso.--And yet there is a virtuous man, whom Fal. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick. I have often noted in thy company, but I know not his What's the matter?

Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at the door; P. Hen. What manner of man,an it like your majesty they are come to search the house. Shall I let Fal. A good portly man, i'laith, and a corpulent, of them in ? a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble car- Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of riage, and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r gold a counterfeit! thou art essentially mad, without lady, inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, seeming so. his name is Falstaff. If that man should be lewdly P. Hen. And thou a ratural coward, withont instinct. given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry, I see virtue in his Fal. I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff, looks. If then the tree may be known by the fruit, as so; if not, let him enter! if I become not a cart as well the fruit by the tree, then, peremptorily I speak it, as another man, a plague on my bringing up! I hope

, there is virtue in that Falstaft: him keep with, the rest I shall as soon be strangled with a halter, as another. banish! And tell me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, P. Hen. Go, hide thee behind the arras!

the rest where hast thou been this month ?

walk up above! Now, my masters, for a true face, and P. Hen. Dost thou speak like a king ? Do thou stand good conscience. for me, and I'll play my father.

Fal. Both which I have had: but their date is out, and Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so therefore I'll hide me. majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by

(Exeunt all but the Prince and Poins.
the heels for a rabbit-sucker, or a poulter's hare! P. Hen. Call in the sheriff!-
P. Hen. Well, here I am set.

Enter Sheriff and Carrier.
Pal. And here I stand. — Judge, my masters. Now, master sheriff'; what's your will with me?
P. Hen. Now, Harry? whence come you?

Sher. First, pardon me, my lord! A hue and cry
Fal. My noble lord, from Eastcheap.

Hath follow'd certain men unto this house.
P. Hen: The complaints, I hear of thee, are grievous, P. Hen. What men?
Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false: way, I'n Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious lord :
tickle ye for a young prince, i'faith.


fat man. P. Ven. Swearest thou, ungracious boy? hence- Car. As fat as butter. forth ne'er look on me! Thou art violently carried P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not here; away from grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in the For I myself at this time have employ'd hime Jikeness of a fat old man: a tun of man is thy compa- And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee, nion. Why dost thou converse with that trunk of hu- That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,

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