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Ilost. Where is your yeoman ? Is it a lusty yeoman?, Ch. Just. For what sum? willa'stand to't?

Host. It is more than for some, my lord; it is for Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare?

all, all I have: he hath eaten me out of house and Host. O lord, ay: good master Snare.

home; he hath put all my substance into that fat belly Snare. Here, here.

of his: – but I will have some of it out again, or I'll Fang. Snare, we must arrest sir Jolin Falstaff. ride thee o’nights, like the mare. Host. Yea, good master Snare; I have entered him Fal, I think, I am as like to ride the mare, if I have and all.

any vantage of ground to get up. Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives, for Ch. Just. How comes this, sir John? Fye! what man he will stab.

of good temper would endure this tempest of exclaHost. Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabbed mation? Are you not ashamed, to enforce a poor widow me in mine own house, and that most beastly: in good (to so rough a course to come by her own? faith, a' cares not what mischief he doth, if his

weapon Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee? beout: he will foin like any devil; he will spare neither Host. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself, man, woman, nor child.

and tlıy money too. Thou didst swear to me upon a Fang. If I can close with him, I care not for his a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, thrust.

at the round table, by a seacoal fire, upon WednesHost. No, nor Ineither: I'll be at your elbow. day in Whitsun-week, when the prince broke thy Fang. An I but fist him once; an a' come bat within head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windmy vice;

sor; thon didst swear to me then, as I was washing Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's thy wond, to marry me, and make me my lady, thy an infinitive thing upon my score: - good master wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech, Fang, hold him sure; good master Snare, let him the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me gossip not 'scape. He comes continuantly to Pie-corner, Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar; tel(saving your manhoods,) to buy a saddle; and he's in- liug us, she had a good dish of prawns; whereby dited to dinner to the lubbar's head in Lumbert-street, thou didst desire to cat soine; whereby I told thee, to master Smooth's the silkman: I pray ye, since my they were ill for a green wound? And didst thou not, exion is entered, and my case so openly known to the when she was gone down stairs, desire me to be no world, let him be brought in to his answer. A hundred more so familiarity with such poor people; saying, mark is a long loan for a poor lone woman to bear: and that ere long they should call me madam? And didst I have borne, and borne, and borne; and have been thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch thee thirty shilfubbed off, and fubbed off, and fubbed off, from this lings? I put thee now to thy book-oath; deny it, if day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. thou canst. There is no honesty in such dealing; unless a woman Fal, My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she says, should be made an ass, and a beast, to bear every up and down the town, that her eldest son is like knave's wrong.

you: she hath been in good case, and, the trath is, Enter Sir Joux Falstaff, Page, and BARDOLPH, poverty hath distracted her. But for these foolish offiYonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose cers, I beseech you, I may have redress against them, knave, Bardolph, with him., Do your offices, do your Ch. Just. Sir John, sir John, I am well acquainted offices, master Fang, and master Snare; do me, do me, with your manner of wrenching the true cause the do me your offices.

false way. It is not a confident brow, nor the throng Fal. How now? whose mare's dead? what's the of words, that come with such more than impudent matter?

sanciness from yon, can thrust me from a level con Fang. Sir Jolin, I arrest you at the suit of mistress sideration; you have, as it appears to me, practised Quickly.

upon the easy-yielding spirit of'this woman, and made
Fal. Away, varlets !-- Draw, Bardolph; cut me off her serve your uses both in purse and person.
the villain's head; throw the quean in the channel. Host. Yea, in troth, my lord.

Host. Throw me in the channel? I'll throw thee in Ch. Just. Pr’ythee, peace! -- Pay her the debt you
the channel. Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly owe her, and unpay the villainy you have done with
rogue! Murder, murder! O thou honey-suckle her; the one you may do with sterling money, and
villain! wilt thou kill God's officers, and the king's ? the other with current repentance.
O thou honey-sced rogue! thou art a honey-seed; a Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap with-
man-queller, and a woman-queller.

out reply. You call honourable boldness, impadept Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph!

sauciness: if a man will make court’sy, and say noFang. A rescue! a rescue!

thing, he is virtuous. No, my lord, my humble duty Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou remembered, I will not be your suitor; I say to you, wo't, wo't thou? thou wo't, wo't thou? do, do, thou i do desire deliverance from these officers, being upou rogue! do, thou hemp-seed !

hasty employment in the king's affairs.
Fal. Away, you scullion! yon rampallian! you fus-Ch. Just. You speak as having power to do wrong:
tilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.

but answer in the effect of your reputation, and sa-
Enter the Lord Chief Justice, attended. tisfy the poor woman.
Ch. Just. What's the matter? keep the peace here, ho! Fal. Come hither, hostess !
Host. Good my lord, be good to me! I beseech you,

Enter GOWER. stand to me!

Ch. Just. Now, master Gower, what news?
Ch. Just. How now, sir John? what, are you brawl- Gow. The king, my lord, and Harry prince of Wales
ing here?

Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells.
Doth this become your place, your time, and business? Tal. As I am a gentleinan;
You should have been well on your way to York.- Host. Nay, you said so before.
Stand from him, fellow! Wherefore hang'st thou on Fa!, As I am a gentleman;

of it.
Host. O my most worshipfal lord, an't please your Tost. By this heavenly ground I treadon,!must be
grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap,and he is arrest- fain to pawn both my plate, and the tapestry of my
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Fal. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking: and for use?—but that, the tennis-court keeper knows better thy walls,

- a pretty slight drollery, or the story of than I : for it is a low ebb of linen with thee, when thon the prodigal or the German hunting in water-work, keepest not racket there; as thou hast not done a great is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings, and these while, because the rest of thy low-countries have made fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, if thou a shift to eat up thy holland : and God knows, whecanst. Come, an it were not for thy humours, there ther those, that bawl out the ruins of thy linen, shall is not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face, inherit his kingdom: but the midwives say, the chiland 'draw thy action. Come, thou must not be in this dren are not in the fault; whereupon the world increashumour with me; dost not know me? Come, come, es, and kindreds are mightily strengthened. I know thou wast set on to this.

Poins. Howill it follows, after you have laboured so Ilost. Pray thee , sir John, let it be but twenty no- hard, you should talk so idly? Tell me,how many good bles; i'faith I am loath to pawn my plate, in good young princes would do so, their fathers being so sick earnest, la.

as yours' at this time is?
Pal. Let it alone; I'll make other shift: you'll be P. Hen. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins ?
a fool still.

Poins. Yes; and let it be an excellent good thing.
Host. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my P. Hen. It shall serve among wits of no higher breed-
gown. I hope, you'll come to supper: you'll pay me ing than thine.
all together?

Poins. Go to ; I stand the push of your one thing
Fal. Will I live? Go, with her, with her; (To that you will tell.
Bardolph.] hook on, hook on!

P. Hen. Why, I tell thee, - it is not meet, that I Host. Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet you at should be sad, now iny father is sick: albeit I could supper?

tell to thee, (as to one it pleases me, for fault of a Fal. No more words: let's have her.

better, to call my friend,) I could be sad, and sad (Exeunt Hostess, Bardolph, Officers, indeed too.

Poins. Very hardly, upon such a subject.
Ch. Just. I have leard better news.

P. Hen. By this hand, thou think'st me as far in
Fal. What's the news, my good lord ?

the devil's book, as thou, and Falstaff, for obduracy Ch. Just. Where lay the king last night?

and persistency: let the end try the man. But I tell Gow. At Basingstoke, my lord.

thee, -my heart bleeds inwardly, that my father is so Fa!. I hope, my lord, all's well. What's the news, sick: and keeping such vile company as thou art,hath

in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow. Ch. Just. Come all his forces back?

Poins. The reason?
Gow. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse, P. Hen. What would'st thou think of me, if I should
Are march'd up to my lord of Lancaster,

Against Northumberland, and the archbishop. Poins. I would think thee a most princely hypocrite.
Fal. Comes the king back from Wales, my noble lord? P. Hen. It would be every man's thought: and thou
Ch. Just. You shall have letters of me presently: art a blessed fellow, to think as every man thinks;
Come, go along with me, good master Gower. never a man's thought in the world keeps the road-
Fal. My lord !

way better than thine: every man would think me Ch. Just. What's the matter?

an hypocrite indeed. And what accites your most Ful. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to worshipful thought, to think so? dinner?

Poins. Why, because you have been so lewd, and Gow. I must wait upon my good lord here; I thank so much engrafled to Falstaff. you, good Sir John.

P. Hen. And to thee. Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being Poins. By this light, I am well spoken of, I can hear you are to take soldiers up in counties as you go. it with my own ears: the worst that they can say of Fal. Will you sup with me, master Gower ? me is, that I am a second brother, and that I am a Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you these man- proper fellow of my hands; and those two things, I ners, sir John ?

confess, I cannot help. By the mass, here comes BarPal. Master Gower, if they become me not, he was dolph. a fool that taught them me.--This is the right fencing P. Hen. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: he had grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so part fair. him from me christian ; and look, if the fat villain Ch. Just. Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a have not transformed him ape.


Enter BauDOLPH and Page.
SCENE II. The same. Another street. Bard. 'Save your grace!
Enter Prince Henry and Poins.

P. Hen. And yours, most noble Bardolph!
P. Hen Trust me, I am exceeding weary.

Bard. Come, you virtuous ass, [To the Page.] you Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought, weariness bashful fool, must you be blushing? wherefore blush, durst not have attached one of so high blood. you now? What a maidenly man at arms are you be

P. Hen. 'Faith, it does me; thoughit discolours the come? Is it such a matter to get a pottle-pot's maiden-
complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth head ?
it not show vilely in me, to desire small beer? Page. He called me even now, my lord, through a
Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely stu- red lattice, and I could discern no part of his face
died, as to remember so weak a composition. from the window: at last, I spied his eyes ; and, men

P. Hen. Belike then, my appetite was not princely thought, he had made two holes in the ale-wife's
got; for,by my troth, I do now remember the poor crea- new petticoat, and peeped through.
ture, small beer. But, indeed, these humble conside- P. llen. Hath not the boy profited ?
rations make me out of love with my greatness. What a Bard. Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away!
disgrace is it to me to remember thy name? or to know Page. Away, you rascally Althea's dream, away!
thy faceto-morrow? or to take note how many pair of P. Hen. Instruct us, boy! What dream, boy?
silk stockings thou hast;viz. these, and those that were Page. Marry, my lord, Althea dreamed she was de-
the peach-coloured ones? or to bear the inventory of livered of a fire-brand; and therefore I call him her
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P. Hen. A crown's worth of good interpretation. | Bard. I have no tongue, sir.
There it is, boy.

[Gives him money. Page. And for mine, sir, - I will govern it.
Poins. 0, that this good blossom could be kept from P. Hen. Fare ye well; go! (Exeurit ?ardolph and
cankers ! – Well, there is sixpence to preserve thee. Page.)- This Doll Tear-shect should be soine road.

Bard. An you do not make him be hanged among Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way between
you, the gallows shall have wrong.

Saint Alban's and London.
P. 'Hen. And how doth thy master, Bardolph? P. Hen. How might we see Falstaff bestow himself

Bard. Well, my lord. He heard of your grace's co-to-night in his true colours, and not onrselves be seen?
ming to town; there's a letter for you.

Poins. Put on two leather jerkins, aud aprons, and Poins. Deliver’d with good respect. And how doth wait upon him at his table as drawers. the martlemas, your master?

P. Hen. From a god to a bull ? a heavy descension ! Bard. In bodily health, sir.

it was Jove's case. From a prince to a prentice? a Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a physician: low transformation! that shall be mine; for, in every but that moves not him; though that be sick, it dies thing, the purpose must weigh with the folly. l'ol

low me, Ned!

Exeunt. P. Hen. I do allow this wen to be as familiar with me as my dog: and he holds his place; for, look you, SCENE III. - arkworth. Before the castle. how he writes.

Enter NorTUU MEERLAND, Lady NONTHUMBERLAND, and Poins. (Reads.] John Falstaff , knight,--Every man

Lady Pency. must know that, as oft as he has occasion to name North. I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle danghter, himself. Even like those, that are kin to the king; Give even way unto my rough allairs : for they never prick their finger, but they say, There Put not you on the visage of the times, is some of the king's blood spilt: How comes that? And be, like them, to Percy troublesome. says he, that takes upon him not to conceive: the Lady N. I have given orer, I will speak no more: answer is as ready as a borrower's cap; I am the Do what you will; your wisdom be king's poor cousi, sir.

North. Alas, sweet wife, my honouris at pawo; P. Hen. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will And, but my going, nothing can redeem it, fetch it from Japhet. But the letter:

Lady P. O, yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars! Poins. Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of the Thetime was, father, that you broke your word, king, nearest his father, Harry prince of Wales, When you were more endear'd to it than now; greeting. – Why, this is a certificate.

When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry, P. llen. Peace!

Threw many a northward look, to see his father
Poins. I will imitate the honourable Roman in bre- Bring rip his powers ; but he did loug in vain.
viit:-hesure means brevity in breath; short-wind- Who then persuaded you to stay at home?
eu. I commend me to theż, I commend thee, and There were two honours lost; your's, and your son's.
I leave thee. Be not too familiar with Poins; for For yours, may heavenly glory brigthen it!
he misuses thy favours so much, that he swears, thou For his, it stuck upon him, as the sun
art to marry his sister Nell. Repent at idle times as In the grey vault of heaven : and, by his light,
thou may'st, and so farewell.

Did all the chivalry of England move
Thine, hy yea and no, (which is as much To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass

as to say, as thou usest him,) Jack Fal- Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
stoff, with my familiars; John, with He had no legs, that practis'd not his gait:
iny brothers and sisters; and sir John, And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
with all Europe.

Became the accents of the valiant;
My lord, I will steep this letter in sack, and make him For those, that could speak low, and tardily,
eat it.

Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
P. Hen. That's to make him eat twenty of his words. To seem like him: so that, in speech, io gait,
But do you use me thus, Ned? must I marry your In diet, in affections of delight,

In military rules, humours of blood,
Poins. May the wench have no worse fortune! but He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
I never said so.

That fashion'd others. And him,
P. Hen. Well, thus we play the fools with the time; O miracle of men! - him did you leave,
and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds, and mock (Second to none, unseconded by you,)
- Is your master here in London?

To look upon the hideous god of war Bard. Yes, my lord.

In disadvantage, to abide a field,
P. Hen. Where sups he? doth the old boar feed in Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's
the old frank?

Did seem defensible :--so you left him:
Bard. At the old place, my lord; in Eastcheap. Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong,
P. Hen. What company

To hold your honour more precise and nice
Page. Ephesians, my lord; of the old church. With others, than with him; let them alone;
P. Hen. Sup any women with him?

The marshal, and the archbishop, are strong; Page. None, my lord, but old mistress Quickly, and Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers, mistress Doll Tear-sheet.

To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck, P. Hen. What pagan may that be?

Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave. Page. A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kiaswo- North. Beshrew your heart, man of my master's.

Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from me, P. Hen. Even such kin, as the parish heifers are With new lamenting ancient oversights. to the town bull.— Shall we steal upon them, Ned, But I must go, aud meet with danger there; at supper?

Or it will seek me in another place, Poins. I am your

nado my lord; I'll follow you. And find me worse provided. P. Hen. Sirrah, you boy,--and Bardolph;-noword Lady N. 0, fly to Scotland, to your master, that I am yet come to town. There's Till that the nobles, and the armed commons, for your silence.

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Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, never meet, but you fall to some discord: you are both,
To make strength stronger; but, for all onr loves, in good troth, as rheumatic as two dry toasts; you can-
First let them try themselves : so did your soa; not one bear with another's confirmities. What the
He was so safler'd; so came I a widow;

good-year! one must bear, and that must be you: [To
And never shall have length of life enough, Doll.) you are the weaker vessel, as they say, the emp-
To rain upou remembrance with mine eyes, tier vessel.
That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven, Dol. Can a weak cmpty vessel bear such a huge full
For recordation to my noble husband.

hogshead? there's a whole merchant's venture of
North. Come, come, go in with me:'lis with my mind, Bourdeaux stuff'in him; you have not seen a hulk bet-
As with the tide, swell’d up unto its height, ter stuffed in the hold. - Come, I'll be friends with
That makes a still- stand, running neither way. thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars; and whether I
Fain would I go to meet the archbishop,

shall ever see thee again, or no, there is nobody cares. Put many thousand reasons hold me back:

Re-enter Drawer.
I will resolve for Scotland; there am I,

Draw. Sir, ancient Pistol's below, and would speak
Till time and vanrage crave my company. [Exeunt. with your.
SCENE IV. London. A room in the Boar's Ilead Dil. Hang him, swaggering rascal! Let him not come
Tavern, in Eatscheap.

hither it is the foul mouth dst rogue in England. Enter two Drawers.

Ilost. If he swagger, let him not come here ; no, by 1 Draw. What the devil hast thon brougħt there? my faith ; I must live amongst my neighbours ; I'll no apple-Jolms? thou know'st, sir John cannot endure an swaggerers: I am in good nume and fame with the very apple-John.

best. Shut the door; there comes no swaggerers 2 Draw. Mass, thou sayest true: the prince once set here: I have not lived all this while, to have swaggea dish of apple-Johns before him, and told him, there ring now: shut the door, I pray you. were five more sir Johns: and, putting off his hat, Fal. Dost thon hear, hostess? said, I will now take my leave of these six dry, Ilost. Pray you, pacify yourself, sir Johır; there coround, old, withered knights. It angered him to the mes no swaggerers here. heart; but he hath forgot that.

Fal. Dosć thou hear? it is mine ancient. 1 Draw. Why then, cover, and set them down: and Host. Tilly-fally, sir John, never tell me; your ansee if thou canst find out Sneak’s noise; mistres Tear- cient gwaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before sheet would fain hear some music. Despatch: The master Tisick, the deputy, the other day; and, as room where they supped, is too hot; they'll come he said to me, - it was no longer ago than Wednesin straight.

day last,-Neighbour Quickly, says he;-master Dumb, 2 Draw. Sirrah, here will be the prince, and master our minister, was by then; - Neighbour Quickly,says Poins anon: and they will paton two of ourjerkins, he, receive those that are civil; for, saith he, you and aprons; and sir John must not know of it: Bar- ure in an ill name; – now he said so, I can tell wheredolph hatlı brought word.

upon; for, says he, you are an honest woman, und 1 Draw. By the mass, here will be oldutis : it will be well thought on; therefore take heed whas grests an excellent stratagem.

you receive: Receive, says he, no swaggering com2 Draw. I'll see if I can find out Sneak. (Exit. panions. There come none here; -you would bless

Enter Hostess and DOLL TEARSHEET. you to hear what he said :— no, l'll no swaggerers, Ilost. I'faith, sweet heart, methinks now you are in Fal. He's no swaggerer, hostess; a tame cheater, an excellent good temperality: your pulsidge beats as he; you may stroke him as gently as a puppy greyextraordinarily as heart would desire; and your co- hound: he will not swagger with a Barbary hen, if lour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose: but, i' laith, her feathers turn back in any show of resistance. you have drunk too much canaries; and that's a mar- Call him up, drawer! vellous searching wine, and it perfumes the blood ere Hust. Cheater, call yon hin? I will bar no honest one can say, What's this? How do you now? man my house, nor no cheater: but I do not love Dol. Better than I was. llem.

swaggering: by my troth, I am the worse, when one Host. Why, that's well said; a good heart's worth says-swagger: feel, masters, how I shake; look you, gold, Look, here comes sir Joho.

I warrant you.
Enter Falstaff, singing.

Dol. So you do, hostess.
Fal. When Arthur first in court - Empty the jor- Ilost. Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere an
dan. And was a worthy king: [Exit Drawer.] aspen leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers.
mistress Doll?

Enter Pistol, BanDoLPU, and Page.
Host. Sick of a calm: yea, good sooth.

Pist. 'Save you, sir John!
Ful. So is all her sect; an they be once in a calm, Fal. Welcome, ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge
they are sick.

you with a cup of sack: do yon discharge upon mine Dol. You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you 'hostess. give me?

| Pist. I will discharge upon her, sir John, with two Fal. You make fat rascals, mistress Doll.

ballets. Dol. I make them! glattony and diseases make them; Ful. She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall hardly offend I make them not.

Fal. If the cook help to make the glattony, you lielp Host. Come, I'll drink no proofs, nor no bullets :
to make the diseases, Doll: we cutch of you, Doll, we I'll drink no more than will do me good, for no man's
catch of you ; grant that, my poor virtue, grant that. pleasure, I.
Dol. Ay, marry; our chains and our jewels. Pist.Then to you, mistress Dorothy;I will charge you.
Fal. Your brooches, pearls, and owches; - for to Dol, Charge me? I scorn you, seurvy companion.
serve bravely, is to come halting off, you know: to What! you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen
come off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to mate ! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! I am meat for
surgery bravely; to venture upon the charged cham- your nraster.
bers bravely:

Pist. I know you, mistress Dorothy.
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Poins chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, Fal. Give me my rapier, boy! you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, Dol. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw. boot, i you !-- Since when, I pray you, sir? - What, with Fal. Get you down stairs.

Fal. two points on your shoulder? much!

[Drawing, and driving Pistol out,

Dol.] Pist. I will murder your ruff for this.

Ilost. Here's a goodly tumiilt! I'll forswear keeping heart. Fal. No more, Pistol; I would not have you go of house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and frights. So;

Pal! here: discharge yourself of our company, Pistol. murder, I warrant now. — Alas, alas! put up your Doll Host. No, good captain Pistol; not here, sweet naked weapons, put up your naked weapons !

bor of captain.

(Exeunt Pistol and Bardolph. Fall! Dol. Captain! thon abominable damned cheater, Dol. I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal is gone. art thou not ashamed to be called-captain? If cap- Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, you! tains were of my mivd, they would truncheon you Host. Are you not hurti'the groin? methought, he to bed. out, for taking their names upon you before you have made a shrewd thrust at your belly.

Del earned them. You a captain, you slave! for what?

Re-enter BARDOLPH. for tearing a poor whore's ruff' in a bawdy-house?- Fal. Have you turned him out of doors? lle a captain! Hang him, rogue! He lives upon mouldy Bard. Yes, sir. The rascal's drunk; you have hurt stewed prunes, and dried cakes. A captain! these vil- him, sir, in the shoulder.

P. 11 lains will make the word captain as odious as the Fal. A rascal! to brave me!

Pal. word occupy; which was an excellent good word be-. Dol. Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, poor ape, fore it was ill sorted: therefore captains had need how thou sweat'st! Come, let me wipe thy face; look to it.

come on, you whoreson chops :-Ah, rogue! i'faith, Bard. Pray thee, go down, good ancient!

I love thee. Thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy, Fal, Hark thee hither, mistress Doll!

worth five of Agamemnon, and ten times better than Pist. Not I: tell thee what, corporal Bardolph ;- the nine worthics. Ah, villain! could tear her:~I'll be revenged on her.

Fal.A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket. by th Page. Pray thee, go down!

Dol. Do, if thou darest for thy heart: if thou dost, Pist. I'll see her damned first; to Pluto's dam-P'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets. ned lake, to the infernal deep, with Erebus and tor

Enter Music, tures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I, Down! Page. The music is come, sir. down, dogs! down, faitors! Have we vot Hiren here? Fal. Let them play ; --play, sirs. —Sit on my knee,

Host. Good captain Peesel, be quiet; it is very late, Doll. A rascal bragging slave! the rogue fled from i'faith: I beseek you now, aggravate your choler, me like quicksilver.

DO Pist. These be good humours, indeed! Shall pack-Dol, l'faith, and thou followedst him like a charch. horses,

Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig, And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,

when wilt thou leave fighting o'days, and foining the Which cannot go but thirty miles a day, o’nights, and begin to patch up thine oid body for

P. Compare with Caesars, and with Cannibals, heaven?

vile And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them with Enter behind, Prince Herry and Poins, disguised King Cerberus; and let the.welkin roar.

like Drawers. Shall we fall foul for toys?

Fal. Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a death's Ilost.By my troth,captain, these are very bitter words. head: do not bid me remember mine end.

FC Bard. Be gone, good ancient: this will grow to a Dol, Sirrah, what humour is the prince of?

P. brawl anon.

Fal. A good shallow young fellow: he would have
Pist. Die men, like dogs ; give crowns like pins! made a good pantler, he would have chipped bread
Have we not Hiren here?

Host. O'my word, captain, there's none such here. Dol. They say, Poins has a good wit.
What the good-year! do you think, I would deny Fal. He a good wit? hang him, baboon! his wit is P.
her? for God's sake, be quiet.

as thick as Tewksbury mustard; there is no more con-
Pist. Then, feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis: ceit in him, than is in a mallet.
Come, give's some sack!

Dol. Why does the prince love him so then?
Si fortuna me tormenta, sperato me contenta.- Fal. Because their leg are both of a bigness: and
Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire: he plays at quoits well; and eats conger and fennel;
Give me some sack ;-and, sweetheart, lie thou there. and drinks off candles' ends for flap-dragons; and rides

(Laying down his sword. the wild mare with the boys; and jumps upon joint Come we to full points here; and are et ceteras no-stools; and swears with a good grace; and wears his

boot very smooth, like unto the sign of the leg; and Fal. Pistol, I would be quiet.

breeds no bate with telling of discreet stories, and Pist. Sweet knight, I kiss thy neif. What! we have such other gambol faculties he hath, that show a weak seen the seven stars.

mind and an able body, for the which the prince adDol. "Thrust him down stairs; I cannot endure such mits him for the prince himself is such another ; the a fustian rascal.

weight of a hair will turn the scales between their Pist. Thrust him down stairs ! know we not Gallo- avoir-dupois. way nags?

P. Hen. Would not this nave of a wheel have his eart Fal. Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shovegroat cut off? shilling: nay, if he do nothing but speak nothing, Poins. Let's beač him before his whore. he shall be nothing here.

P. Ilen. Look, if the withered elder hath not his Bard. Come, get you down stairs !

poll clawed like a parrot. Pist. What! shall we have incision? shall we im- Poins. Is it not strange, that desire should so many brue?

(Snatching up his sword. years outlive performance ? Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days ! Fal. Kiss me, Doll! When then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds P. Hen. Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction! Untwine the sisters three! Come, Atropos, I say! what says the almanac to that?



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