Fal. No abufe, Ned, in the world; honeft Ned, none. I difprais'd him before the wicked, that the wicked might not fall in love with him :-in which doing, I have done the part of a careful friend, and a true fubject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it. No abufe, Hal;— none, Ned, none;-no, boys, none. P. Henry. See now, whether pure fear, and entire cowardice, doth not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to close with us? Is fhe of the wicked? Is thine hostess here of the wicked? Or is the boy of the wicked? or honeft Bardolph, whofe zeal burns in his nofe, of the wicked? Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, answer. Fal. The fiend hath prick'd down Bardolph irrecoverable; and his face is Lucifer's privy-kitchen, where he doth nothing but roaft malt-worms. For the boy,There is a good angel about him; but the devil out-bids him too. P. Henry. For the women, Fal. For one of them,-fhe is in hell already, and burns, poor foul! For the other,-I owe her money; and whether the be damn'd for that, I know not. Hoft. No, I warrant you. Fal. No, I think thou art not; I think, thou art quit. for that: Marry, there is another indictment upon thee, for fuffering flesh to be eaten in thy house, contrary to the law; for the which, I think, thou wilt howl. Hoft. All victuallers do fo: What's a joint of mutton or two, in a whole Lent? P. Henry. You, gentlewoman, Fal. His grace fays that which his flesh rebels against. Hoft. Who knocks fo loud at door? look to the door there, Francis. malt-worms.]-drunkards. Enter Enter Peto: P. Henry. Peto, how now? what news? P. Henry. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame, So idly to profane the precious time; When tempeft of commotion, like the fouth And drop upon our bare unarmed heads. Give me my fword, and cloak :-Falstaff, good night. [Exeunt Prince and Poins. Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morfel of the night, and we must hence, and leave it unpick'd. More knocking ing at the door?-How now? what's the matter? Bard. You must away to court, fir, presently; a dozen captains stay at door for you. Fal. Pay the musicians, firrah [To the Page.]-Farewell, hostess;-farewell, Doll.-You fee, my good wenches, how men of merit are fought after: the undeferver may sleep, when the man of action is call'd on. Farewell, good wenches :-If I be not fent away post, I will fee you again ere I go. Dol. I cannot speak;-If my heart be not ready to burst: -Well, fweet Jack, have a care of thyself. Fal. Farewell, farewell. [Exeunt Fal. and Bard. Hoft. Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these twenty-nine years, come pefcod-time; but an honester, truer-hearted man,-Well, fare thee well. Bard. Bard. [within] Mistress Tear-fheet, Hoft. What's the matter? Bard. Bid miftrefs Tear-fheet come to my mafter. Hoft. O run, Doll, run; run, good Doll. ACT III. [Exeunt. SCENE I. The Palace. Enter King Henry in his night-gown, with a Page. K. Henry. Go, call the earls of Surrey and of Warwick; But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters, And well confider of them: Make good speed.. How many thousand of [Exit Page. thousand of my poorest fubjects And steep my fenfes in forgetfulness ? Why rather, fleep, ly'ft thou in fmoky cribs, Upon uneafy pallets ftretching thee, And hufh'd with buzzing night-flies to thy flumber; Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the conopies of costly state, And lull'd with founds of sweetest melody? O thou dull god, why ly'st thou with the vile, In loathfome beds; and leav'ft the kingly couch, d A watch-cafe, or a common larum bell? Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast da watch-cafe, or a common larum bell?]-as vigilant as a watchman, or centinel. VOL. III. S s Seal Seal up the fhip-boy's eyes, and rock his brains And in the vifitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, g And, in the calmest and most stillest night, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down! Enter Warwick, and Surrey. War. Many good morrows to your majesty! K. Henry. Is it good morrow, lords? War. 'Tis one o'clock, and past. K. Henry. Why, then, good morrow to you. Well, my lords, Have you read o'er the letters that I fent you? War. We have, my liege. K. Henry. Then you perceive, the body of our kingdom How foul it is; what rank difeafes grow, And with what danger, near the heart of it. K. Henry. O heaven! that one might read the book of fate; And see the revolution of the times • fbrowds. That, with the burly,]-In fuch fort, that with the tumult. distemper'd ;]-recently infected, or not perfectly recovered. Make Make mountains level, and the continent Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, With divers liquors! O, if this were feen, The happieft youth,-viewing his progrefs through, Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends, Yea, for my fake, even to the eyes of Richard, (You, 'coufin Nevil, as I may remember) [To Warwick. When Richard,—with his brim-full of tears, eye Then check'd and rated by Northumberland,- My coufin Bolingbroke afcends my throne ; k Though then, heaven knows, I had no fuch intent; That I and greatnefs were compell'd to kifs : i coufin Nevil,]-Shakspeare is miftaken both in the name of the prefent Earl, and his being by, at the converfation referred to. The name of this Earl was Beauchamp, whofe daughter, with whom the title defcended, was married long after to Richard Nevil Earl of Salisbury. I had no fuch intent ;]-Henry had put in his claim, and been faluted king by his party, before this interview. |