Consent upon a fure foundation, Haft. Grant that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth, I think we are a body ftrong enough, Ev'n as we are, to equal with the King. Bard. What, is the King but five and twenty thou fand? Haft. To us no more; nay not so much, lord Bar. dolph. For his divifions, as the times do brawl, Are in three heads; one pow'r against the French, In three divided; and his coffers found With hollow poverty and emptiness. York. That he should draw his fev'ral ftrengths together, And come againft us in full puiffance, Need not be dreaded. Haft. If he fhould do fo, He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welf Bard. Who is it like fhould lead his forces hither? I have no certain notice. 3 York. m York. Let us on: And publifh the occafion of our arms. The commonwealth is fick of their own choice; An habitation giddy and unfure ap. Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. Cry'ft now, O Earth yield us that King again, d take thou this. O thoughts of men accurs'd, Paft, and to come, seem best; things prefent, worst. Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and fet on? Haft. We are time's fubjects, and time bids, be gone. m This excellent fpeech of York, was one of the paffages added by Shakespear after his first edition. ACT II. SCENE I. LONDON. Enter Hoflefs, with two officers, Fang and Snare. M HOSTESS. R. Fang, have you enter'd the action? Hoft. Where's your yeoman? is he a Hoft. Ay, ay, good Mr. Snare. Snare. Here, here. Fang. Snare, we must arreft Sir John Falstaff. he cares He Hoft. Alas-the-day; take heed of him; he ftab'd me in mine own house, and that, most beastly; not what mifchief he doth, if his weapon be out. will foin like any devil, he will fpare neither man, woman, nor child. Fang. If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust. Hoft. No, nor I neither; I'll be at your elbow. Fang. If I but fift him once; if he come but within my a vice. Hoft. a vice, or grafp, a metaphor taken from a fmith's vice; there is another reading in the old edition, view, which 1 think not so good. Hoft. I am undone by his going; I warrant you he is an infinitive thing upon my fcore. Good Mr. Fang, hold him fure; good Mr. Snare, let him not scape. He comes continually to Pie-corner, faving your manhoods, to buy a saddle: and he is indited to dinner to the Lubbar's head in Lombard-street to Mr. Smooth's the Silkman. I pray ye, fince my action is enter'd, and my case so openly known to the world, let him be brought in to A hundred mark is a long one, for a poor lone woman to bear; and I have born, and born, and born: and have been fub'd off, and fub'd off, from this day to that day, that it is a fhame to be thought on. There is no honesty in fuch dealing, unless a woman fhould be made an Afs and a beast, to bear every knave's wrong. his answer. Enter Falstaff, Bardolph, and the boy. Yonder he comes, and that arrant malmsey-nose knave, Bardolph with him. Do your offices, do your offices : Mr. Fang and Mr. Snare, do me, do me, do me your offices. Fal. How now? whofe mare's dead? what's the matter? Fang. Sir John, I arreft you at the fuit of Mrs. Quickly. Fal. Away varlets; draw, Bardolph: cut me off the villain's head: throw the quean in the kennel. Hoft. Throw me in the kennel? I'll throw thee in the kennel. Wilt thou wilt thou? thou baftardly rogue. Murder, murder! O thou hony-fuckle villain, wilt thou kill God's officers and the King's? O thou hony-feed rogue, thou art a hony-feed, a man-queller, and a woman-queller. Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph. Fang. A refcue, a rescue! Hoft. Good people, bring a rescue or two; thou wo't, wo't thou, thou wo't, wo't thou rogue: do, thou hempfeed. Fal. Away you fcullion, you rampallian, you fusfilarian: I'll tickle your catastrophe. SCENE II. Enter Chief Justice. Ch. Juft. What's the matter? keep the peace here, hoa. Haft. Good my lord, be good to me. ftand to me. I beseech you Ch. Juft. How now, Sir John? what, are you braw Doth this become your place, your time, and business? Hoft. O my most worshipful lord, an't please your grace I am a poor widow of Eaftcheap, and he is arrefted at my fuit. Ch. Juft. For what fum ? . Hoft. It is more than for fome, my lord, it is for all; all I have; he hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all my fubftance into that fat belly of his ; but I will have fome of it out again, or I'll ride thee 'nights, like the mare. Fal. I think I am as like to ride the mare, if I have any vantage of ground to get up. Ch. Juft. How comes this, Sir John? fie, what man of good temper would endure this tempeft of exclamation? are you not afham'd to inforce a poor widow to fo rough a courfe to come by her own? Fal. What is the grofs fum that I owe thee? Hoft. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thy felf, and the mony too. Thou did'ft fwear to me on a par cel-gilt goblet, fitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a fea-coal fire, on Wednesday in Whitfun-week, when the Prince broke thy head for likening him to a finging-man of Windfor; thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canft thou deny it? did not: |