Lady P. If they get ground and vantage of the king, Host. By my troth, this is the old fashion ; you two 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 empTo rain upou remembrance with mine eyes, tier vessel. That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven, Dol. Can a weak empty vessel bear such a linge full For recordation to my noble husband. hogshead? there's a whole merchant's venture of Re-enter Drawer. Draw. Sir, ancient Pistol's below, and woull speak hither : it is the foul mouth'dst rogue iu England. Enter two Drawers. Ilost. If he swagger, let him not come here; no, by 1 Draw. What the devil hast thon brought 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 name 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 thou hear, hostess? said, I will now take my leave of these siz 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. Dost thou hear? it is mine uncient, 1 Draw. Why then, cover, and set them down : aud Host. Tilly-fally, sir John, never tell me; your ansee if thou canst find out Sneak's noise; mistres Tear- cient swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before sheet would faiu 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 put on 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 guests an excellent stratagem. you receive: Receive, says he, no swaggering con2 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, I'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 greyextraordiaarily 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' faith, 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 him? 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 John. I warrant you. Dol. So you do, hostess. Enter Pistol, BandolPi, and Page. Pist. 'Save you, sir John! you with a cup of sack: do you 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 threm! gluttony and diseases make them; Fal. She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall hardly offend I make them not. her. Pist. I know you, mistress Dorothy, money a SaTest Fal. at a Hose Sweet Fal. by com a Pc Ver away! by this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy Host. Here's goodly stuff toward! Pome chaps, án you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, Fal. Give me my rapier, boy! be pot you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, Dol. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw. book, you! - Since when, I pray you, sir? - What, with Fal. Get you down stairs. Fall 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 beart. Fal. No more, Pistol; I would not have you go off house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and frights. So; Fal. here: discharge yourself of our company, Pistol. murder, I warrant now. - Alas, alas! put up your Dol.] Host. No, good captain Pistol; not here, sweet naked weapons, put up your naked weapons! bor of captain. (Exeunt Pistol and Bardolph. Fal. 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 mind, they would truncheon you Host. Are you not hurt i’the groin? methought, he to bed out, for taking their names upon you before you liave made a shrewd thrust at your belly. Dol. 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 Fal. stewed prunes, and dried cakes. A captain! these vil- him, sir, in the shoulder. P. II lains will make the word captain as odious as the Fal. A rascal! to brave me! Fal. word occupy; which was an excellent good word be- Dol. Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, poor ape, thon F fore it was ill sorted: therefore captains had need how thou sweat'st! Come, let me wipe thy face; P.11 look to it. come on, you whoreson chops : -Ah, rogue! i'faith, a lije Burd. 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;m the nine worthics. Ah, villain! P. I. 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- I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets. troth. 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 not 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. I'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. HO Shall we fall foul for toys? Fal. Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a death's by Host. By my troth,captain,these are very bitter words. head: do not bid me remember mine end. Fa Bard. Be gone, good ancient: this will grow to a Dol. Sirrah, what humour is the prince of? brawl anon. Fal. A good shallow young fellow: he would have Pise. Die men, like dogs ; give crowns like pins! made a good pantler, he would have chipped bread back Have we not Hiren here? well. Fu 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 cel 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 ? . and drinks oll'candles' ends for Hap-dragons; and rides (Laying down his sword. the wild mare with the boys; and jumps upon jointCome 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 beat him before his whore. he shall be nothing here. P. llen. Look, if the withered elder hath not his Bard. Come, get you down stairs ! poll clawed like a parrot. (Snatching up his sword. years ontlive performance? des P. TON P thing? a а 1 come. Poins. And, look, whether the fiery Trigon, his man, P. Hen. Foe, the women,- burns, poor soul! For the other, -I owe her money, Fal. Thou dost give me flattering busses. and whether she be damn’d for that, I know not. Dol. Nay, truly; I kiss thee with a most constant Host. No, I warrant you. heart. Fal. No, I think thou art not; I think, thou art quit Fal. I am old, I am olil. for that. Marry, there is another indictment upon Dol. I love thee better than I love c'er a scurvy young thee, for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house, conboy of them all. trary to the law; for the which, I think, thou wilt Fal. What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receive howl. money on Thursday: thou shalt have a cap to- Host. All victuallers do so : what's a joint of mutmorrow. A merry song, come: it grows late, we'll ton or two in a whole Lent? to bed. Thou'lt forget me, when I am gone. P. Hen. You, gentlewoman, Dol. By my troth, thou’lt set me a weeping, an thou Dol. What says your grace? sayest so: prove that ever I dress myself handsome Fal.llis grace says that which his flesh rebels against. till thy return. — Well, hearken the end ! Host. Who knocks so loud at the door? look to the Fal. Some sack, Francis ! door there, Francis ! Enter Peto. Peto. The king your father is at Westminster: P. Hen. Why, thou globe of sinful continents, what And there are twenty weak and wearied posts, a life dost thou lead ? Come from the north : and, as I came along, Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns, P. Hen. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame, upon [Exeunt Prince Ilenry, Poins, Peto, Dol. How! you fat fool, I scorn you. and Bardolph. Poins. My lord, he will drive you out of your re- Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, venge, and turn all to a merriment, if you take not and we must hence, and leave it unpicked. (Knocking the heat. heard.] More knocking at the door? Re-enter BAEDOLPH. Bard. You must away to court,sir, presently; a dozen Fal. Pay the musicians, sirrah! [To the Page.] – Fal. Didst thou hear me? Farewell, hostess !- Farewell, Doll !-- You see, my P. Hen. Yes; and you knew me, as you did when good wenches,' how men of merit are sought after: you ran away by Gads-hill: you knew, I was at your the undeserver may sleep, when the man of action back; and spoke it on purpose, to try my patience. is called on. Farewell, good wenches! Il'l be not sent Pul. No, no, no; not so; I did not think, thou wast away post, 1 will see you again ere I go. Dol. I cannot speak; if my heart be not ready Exeunt Falstaff and Bardolph. P.Ilen. Not! to dispraise me; and call me-pant-| Host. Well, fare thee well! I have known thee these ler, and bread-chipper, an I know not what? twenty-nine years come peascod-time; but an hoT'ul. No abuse, Hal! nester and truer-hearted man,- well, fare thee well! Poins. No abuse! Pard. [Within.] Mistress Tear-sheet,Fal. No abuse, Ned, in the world; honest Ncd, none. Ilost. What's the matter? I dispraised him before the wicked, that the wicked Bard. (Within.] Bid mistress Tear-sheet come to might not fall in love with him: --in which doing, my naster. I have done the part of a careful friend, aud a true Host. O run, Doll, ran; run, good Doll! (Exeunt. subject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it. -No abuse, Hal; none, Ned, none; no, boys, A cТ III. SCENE I. A room in the palace. Exit Page. Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, apswer! How many thousand of my poorest subjects Fal. The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irre- Are at this hour asieep! - Sleep, gentle sleep, coverably; and his face is Lucifer's privy-kitchen, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, where he doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For the That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, boy, — there is a good angel about him; but the devil And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? outbids him too. Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, uove. Fould har carried ro to see. be wortht Shal. Au Sil. Her I think Förl, whic Shal. I a What is Bard. captain, and a mo Shal. backs wo Bard. than wit Shal. indeed indced Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd : And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber; The which observ'd, a man may prophecy, Sil. TraL Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, With a near aim, of the main chance of things Shal. De Under the canopies of costly state, As yet not come to life; which in their seeds, living yet And lull'd with sowds of sweetest melody? And weak beginnings, lie intreasured. Sil Dead O tlou dull god! Why liest thou with the vile Such things become the hatch and brood of time; Shal. Des In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch, And, by the necessary form of this, dead!-he A watch-case, or a common 'larum bell? King Richard might create a perfect guess, well , and ! Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast That great Northumberland, then false to him, and a half And in the visitation of the winds, Unless on you. Sil. The War. It cannot be, my lord; Bard. G With all appliances and means to boot, The numbers of the fear'd. — Please it your grace, county, a Enter WARWICK and SURREY. Shall bring this prize iu very easily. A certain instance, that Glendoweris dead. Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill; ask, hosK. Hen. Then you perceive the body of our kingdom And, were these inward wars once out of hand, Ilow foul it is; what rank diseases grow, We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. (Exeunt. And with what danger near the heart of it. SCENE II. Court before Justice Shallow's house Har. It is but as a body, yet, distemper'd ; in Gloucestershire. Which tò his former strength may berestor’d, Enter SHALLOW und Silesce, meeting; Moulvi, SuaWith good advice, and little medicine: Dow, Wart, FEEBLE,BULL-Caly,and Servants, behind very c My lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd. Shul. Come on, come on, come on; give me your hand, but li And see the revolution of the times Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow! Make mountains level, and the continent Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bedfellow? and (Weary of solid firmness,) melt itself your fairest daughter, and mine, my god-daughter Into the sea! and, other times, to see Ellen? Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, cousin Shallow. liam is becom good scholar: he is at Oxford, still, is With divers liquors! O, if this were seen, he not? The happiest youth, — viewing his progress through, Sil. Indeed, sir; to my cost. What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Shal. He mustthen to the inns of court shortly: I was Would shutihe look, and sit him down and die. once of Clement's inn; where, I think, they will talk 'Tis not ten years gone, of mad Shallow yet. Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends, Sil. You were called lusty Shallow, then, cousin. Did feast together, and, in two years after, Shal. By the mass, I was called any thing; and I would Were they at wars; it is bat eight years, since have done any thing, indeed, and roundly too. There This Percy was the man nearest my soul; was I, and little John Doit of Staffordshire, and black Who like a brother toil'd in my allairs, George Bare, and Francis Pickbone, and Willsquele Audlaid his love and life under my foot, a Cotswold man, - you had notfour such swinge-buckYea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard, lers in all the inns of court again : and, I ray sayto Gave him đeliance. But which of you was by, you, we kuew where the bona-robas were; and had the (You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember,) [To Warwick, best of them all at commandment. Then was Jack FalWhen Richard, - with his eye brimful of tears, staff, now sir John, a boy; and page to Thomas MowThen check'd and rated by Northumberland, bray, duke of Norfolk. Did speak these words, now prov'da prophecy? sil. This sir Jolin, cousin, that comes hither anon Northumberland, thou ladder, by the which about soldiers ? My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne; -- Shal. The same sir John, the very same. I saw him Though then, heaven knows, I had no such intent, break Skogan's head at the court gate, when he was a But that necessity so bow'd the state, crack, not thus kigh: and the very same day did I fight Sh That and greatness were compell’d to kiss : with oneSampson Stockfish, a fruiterer, behind Gray's low The time shall come, thus did he follow it, inn. O, the niad days that I have spent! and to sec how TI The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head, many of mine old acquaintances are dead ! Shall break into corruption: — so went on, Sil. We shall all follow, cousin. F l'oretelling this same time's condition, Shal. Certain, 'tis certain; very sure, very sure death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all sha!! dic. War. There is a history in all men's lives, llow a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair? accom Barc call ve diermand. they sa -whe which Shal. John. ship's beary Pal. Shallo Shal missio Fal. be oft Sil. there tart as Act III.] 369 Sil. Truly, cousin, I was not there. Fal. Prick him. (To Shallow. Shal. Death is certain. - Is old Double of your town Moul. I was pricked well enough before, an you could living yet? have let me alone: my old dame will be undone now, Sil. Dead, sir. for one to do her husbandry, and her drudgery: you Shal. Dead !-See, see!-he drew a good bow;--and need not have pricked me; there are other men fitter dead !-he shot a fine shoot:-John of Gauntloved him to go out than I. well, and betted much money on his head. Dead !-he Fal. Go to; peace, Mouldy, you shall go. Mouldy, it would have clapped i’the clout at twelve score; and is time you were spent. carried you a forehand shaft a fourteen and fourteen Moul. Spent ! and a half, that it would'have done a man's heart good Shal. Peace, fellow, peace! Stand aside! Know you to see. - How a score of ewes now? where you are? — For the other, sir John! - let me Sil. Thereafter as they be: a score of good ewes may see; - Simon Shadow! be worth ten pounds. Fal, Ay, marry, let me have him to sit under: he's Shal. And is old Double dead! like to be a cold soldier, Shal. Where's Shadow ? Fal. Shadow, whose son art thou ? Fal. Thy mother's son ! like enough; and thy father's ther's substance. Bard. My captain, sir, commends him to you: my Shal. Do you like him, sir John ? captain, sir John Falstaff': a tall gentleman, by heaven, Pul. Shadow will serve for summer, — prick him ; and a most gallant leader. for we have a number of shadows to fill up the musterShal. He greets me well, sir ; I knew him a good book. backsword man: how doth the good knight? may I Shal. Thomas Wart! ask, how my lady his wife doth ? Fal. Where's he? Bard. Sir, pardon ; a soldier is better accommodated, Wart. Here, sir, than with a wife. Fal. Is thy name Wart? Shal. It is well said, in faith, sir; and it is well said Wart. Yea, sir, indeed too. Better accommodated !-- it is good; yea, Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart. indeed, it is: good phrases are surely, and ever were, Shal. Shall I prick him, sir John? very commendable. Accommodated !--it comes from Fal. It were superfluous; for his apparel is built upon accommodo: very good; a good phrase. his back, and the whole frame stands upon pins : prick Bard. Pardon me, sir; I have heard the word. Phrase, him no more. call you it? By this good day, I know not the phrase; Shal. Ha, ha, ha!-you can do it, sir; yon can do it: but I will maintain the word with my sword, to be a sol- I commend you well. -- Francis Feeble! dier-like word, and a word of exceeding good com- Fee. Here, sir. mand. Accommodated ; that is, when a man is, Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble ? they say, accommodated : or, when a man is,-being, Fee. A woman's tailor, sir. --whereby,-he may be thought to be accommodated; Shal. Shall I prick him, sir? which is an excellent thing. Fal. You may: but if he had been a man's tailor, he Enter FAI.6TAFF. would have pricked you — Wilt thou make as many Shal. It is very inst:- look, here comes good sir holes in an enemy's battle, as thou hast done in a woJohn. - Give me your good hand, give me your wor- man's petticoat? ship’s good hand. By my troth, you look well, and Fee. I will do my good will, sir; you can have no more. bear your years very well: welcome, good sir John! Fal. Well said, good woman's tailor! well said, conPal. I am glad to see you well, good master Robert rageous Feeble! Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathShallow: Master Sure-card, as I think. ful dove, or most magnanimous mouse.—Prick the Shal. No, sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in com- woman's tailor well, master Shallow : deep, master mission with me. Shallow. Fal. I would, thou wert a man's tailor; that thon might'st mend him, and make him fit to go. I cannot Fal. Fye! this is hot weather. - Gentlemen, have you put him to a private soldier, that is the leader of so provided me here half a dozen sufficient men? many thousands. Let that suffice, most forcible Feeble. Shal, Marry, have wc, sir. Will you sit? Fee. It shall suffice, sir. Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. – Who is Fal. 'Fore God, a likely fellow! – Comė, prick me Bull-calf till he roar again. Fal. What, dost thou roar before thou art pricked ? Bull, o lord, sir! sam a diseased man. Fal. What disease hast thou ? Bull. A whoreson cold, sir; a cough, sir; which I Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown: we 47 as |