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art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to wait at not the king lack subjects ? do not the rebels my heels. I was never manned with an agate* need soldiers? Though it be a shame to be en till now: bilt I will set you neither in gold nor any side but one, it is worse shame to beg silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back than to be on the worst side, were it worse again to your master, for a jewel; the juvenal, than the name of rebellion can tell how to the prince your master, whose chin is not yet make it. fledged. I will sooner have a beard grow in Atten. You mistake me, Sir. the palm of my hand, than he shall get one on Ful. Why, Sir, did I say you were an honest his cheek; and yet he will not stick to say, man? setting my knighthood and my soldier. bis face is a face-royal: God may tinish it when ship aside, I had lied in my throat if I had he will, it is not a hair amiss yet: he may keep said so. it still as a face-royal, for a barber shall never Atten. I pray you, Sir, then set your knightearn sixpence out it; and yet he will be hood and your soldiership aside; and give me crowing, as if he had writ mau ever since his leave to tell you, you lie in your throat, it you father was a bachelor. He may keep his own say I am any other than an honest man. grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can as- Ful. I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay sure him. What said master Dunibleton aside that which grows to me! If thou get'st about the satin for my short cloak, and slops ? any leave of me, hang me: if thou takest leave,

Page. He said, Sir, you should procure him thou wert better be hanged: You hunt-counbetter assurance than Bardolph: he would ter,t hence! avaunt! not take his bond and yours; he liked not the Alten. Sir, my lord would speak with you. security.

Ch. Just. Sir John Falstull; a word nilb Ful. Let him be damned like a glutton! may you. his tongue be hotter!-A whoreson Achitophel! fai. My good lord !--God give your !e cuship a rascally yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gen- good time of day. I am glad to see you, lord. tleman in hand, and then stand upon security! ship abroad: I heard say, your lordship was

- The whoreson smooth-pates do now wear sick: I hope, your lordship goes abroad by nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys advice. Your lordship, though not clean past at their girdles; and if a man is thorought with your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, them in honest taking up, then they must stand some relish of the saltness of time; and I most apon-security. I had as lief they would put humbly beseech your lordship, to have a reveratsbane in my mouth, as offer to stop it with rend care of your health. security. I looked he should have sent me Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before two and twenty yards of satin, as I am a true your expedition to Shrewsbury. knight, and he sends me security. Well, he Ful. An't please your lordship, I hear, his may sleep in security; for be hath the born of majesty is returned with some discomfort Irom abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines Wales. through it: and yet cannut he see, though be Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty :- You have his own laniern to light him.-- Where's would not come when I sent for you. Bardolph?

Ful. And I hear moreover, his bighness is Puge. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy fallen into this same wlioreson apoplexy. your worship a horse.

Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him! I pray Ful. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy let me speak with you. me a horse in Smithtield: an I could get me Ful. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of but a wife in the stews, I were manned, borsed, lethargy, an'i please your lordship; a kind of and wived.:

sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling;

Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as Enter the LORD Chief Justice, and an At. it is. TL. DA.T.

Ful. It hath its original from much grief; Page. Sir, here comes the vobleman that from study, and perturbation of the brain: 1 committed the prince for stocking him about have read the cause of his effects in Galen; it Bardolph.

is a kind of dealness. Ful. Wait close, I will not see him,

Ch. Just. I think, you are fallen into the Ch. Just. What's he that goes there?

disease ; for you hear not what I say to you. Atten. Falstafl, au't please your lordship.

Ful. Very well, my lord, very well : rather, CJust. He that was in question for the an't please you, it is the disease of not listenrobbery?

ing, the malady of not marking, that I am Atten. He, my lord: but he hath since done troubled wiihal. good service at Siirewsbury; and, as I hear, Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels, would is now going with some charge to the lord amend the attention of your ears; and I care John of Lancaster.

not, if I do become your physician. Ch. Just. What, to York? Cill him back Ful. I am as poor as Jub, my lord ; but not again.

so patient: your lordship may minister the Atten, Sir John Falstaff!

potion of imprisonment to me, in respect of Fal. Boy, tell him, I am dear.

poverty; but how I should be your patient to Puge. You must speak louder, my master is luidow your prescriptions, the wise may make deaf.

some dram of a scruple, or, indeed, a scruple Ch. Just. I am sure, he is, to the hearing of itself. any thing good.-Go, pluck him by the elbow; Ch. Jusi. I sent for you, when there were I must speak with him.

matters against you for your life, to come Alten. Sir John,

speak with me. Ful. What! a young knave, and beg' Is Ful. As I was then advised by my learned there not wars? is there not employnient? Doth counsel in the laws of this land-service, I diq

not come. • A litle figure cut in an agate. + Iu their debt. Cit. Just. Well, the truth is, Sir John, you

! Alluding to an old proveru: Who goes to Westminster live in great infainy. for a wite, to St. Paul's for a man, and to Smithfield for a tuist, may meet with a whiure, a klave, muni a jude.

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Fal. He that huckles him in my belt, can- | and Prince Harry: I hear, you are going with not live in less.

Jord John of Lancaster, against the archbishop, Ch. Just. Your neans are very slender, and and the earl of Northumberland. your waste is great.

Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for Ful. I would'it were otherwise ; I would my it. But look you pray, all you that kiss my means were greater, and my waist sienderer. lady peace at home, that our armies join not in

Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful a hot day! for, by the Lord, I take but two prince.

shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat Fal. The young prince hath misled me: I am extraordinarily: it'it be a hot day, an I bran

a the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog. dish any thing but my bottle, I would I might

Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gall a new- never spit white again. There is not a danhealed wound; your day's service at Shrews- gerous action can peep out his head, but I am bury hath a little gilded over your night's ex. thrust upon it: Well, I cannot last ever: But ploit on Gads-hill: you may thank the unquiet it was always yet the trick of our English natime for your quiet o'er-posting that action. tion, if they have a good thing, to make it too Fal. My lord ?

common. If you will needs say, I am an old Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so: man, you should give me rest. I would to wake not a sleeping wolf.

God, my name were not so terrible to the eneFal. To wake a wolf, is as bad as to smell a my as it is. I were better to be eaten to death fox.

with rust, than to be scoured to nothing with Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the bet- perpetual motion. ter part burnt out.

Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; And Fal. A wassel* candle, my lord; all tallow: God bless your expedition ! if I did say of wax, my growth would approve Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand the truth.

pound, to furnish me forth? Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you face, but should have his effect of gravity. are too impatient to bear crosses. Ful. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.

well: Commend me to my cousin WestmoreCk. Just. You follow the young prince up land. (Exeunt Chief Justice and ATTENDANT. and down, like his ill angel.

Fal. If I do, tillip me with a three-man Ful. Not so, my lord'; your ill angel+ is beetle.*-A man can no more separate age light; but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will and covetousness, than he can part young take me without weighing: and yet, in some limbs and lechery: but the gout galls the one, respects, I grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell :t and the pox pinches the other; and so both the

I Virtue is of so little regard 'in these coster- degrees prevent my curses.- Boy!monger times, that true valour is turned bear.

Page. Sir? herd: Pregnancyş is made a tapster, and hath Fal. What money is in my purse? his quick wit wasted in giving reckonings: all Puge. Seven groats and twopence. the other gifts appertinent to man, as the ma- fal. I can get no remedy against this conlice of this age shapes them, are not worth a sumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers gooseberry. You, that are old, consider not and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable. the capacities of us that are young: you mea- -Go bear tbis letter to my lord of Lancaster; sure the heat of our livers with the bitterness this to the prince; this to the earl of Westmoreof your galls: and we that are in the vawardll land; and this to old mistress Ursula, whom I of our youth, I must confess, are wags too. have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived

Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the the first white hair ou my chin: About it; you scroll of youth, that are written down old with know where to find me. [Exit PAGE.] A pox all the characters of age? Have you not a of this gout! or, a gout of ihis pox! for the one, moist eye? a dry hand? a yellow cheek? a or the other, plays the rogue with my great white beard? a decreasing leg? an increasing toe. It is no maiter, if I do halt; I have the belly? Is not your voice broken? your wind wars for my colour, and my pension shall seem short? your chin double? your wii single ? the more reasonable: A good wit will make and every part about you blasted with anti- use of any thing; I will turn diseases to comquity ?** and will you yet call yourself young? modity. I

(Exit. Fie, fie, fie, Sir John!

Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the SCENE III.-York.--A Room in the Archclock in the afternoon, with a white head, and

bishop's Palace. something a round belly. For my voice,-1 Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, the Lords HASThave lost it with hollaing, and singing of an- INGS, MOWBRAY, and BÁRDOLPH. thems. To approve my youth further, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in judgement

Arch. Thus have you heard our cause, and

known our means; and understanding; and he that will caper with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, money, and have at him. For the box o’the Speak plainly, your opinions of our hopes:ear that the prince gave you,—he gave it like And tirst, lord marshal, what say you te it? a rude prince, and you took it like a sensible But gladly would be better satisfied, (selves

Mowb. I well allow the occasion of our arms; lord. Thave checked him for it; and the young How, in our means, we should advance ourlion repents: marry, not in ashes, and sack-To look with forehead bold and big enough cloth ; but in new silk, and old sack. Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a

Upon the power and puissance of the king. better companion!

Hast. Our present musters grow upon the file Ful. Heaven send the companion a better To five and twenty thousand inen of choice; prince! I cannot rid my hands of him.

And our supplies live largely in the hope Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you with an incensed fire of injuries.

Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns * A large candle for a feast. The coin called an angel


* A large wooden hammer so hcary as to require three N Forepart ** Old age.

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men to wield it.

Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, Hast. If he should do so, standeth thus:-

He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Whether our present tive and twenty thousand

Welsh May hold up head without Northumberland. Baying him at the heels: never fear that. Hinst. With him, we may.

Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces Bard. Ay, marry, there's the point:

hither? But if without him we be thought too feeble, Hast. The duke of Lancaster, and WestMy judgement is, we should not step too far

moreland :

(mouth: Till we had his assistance by the hand : Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Mon. For, in a theme so bloody-fac'd as this, But who is substituted 'gainst the French, Conjecture, expectation, and surmise

I have no certain notice.
Ofaids uncertain, should not be admitted. Arch. Let us on ;
Arch. "Tis very true, lord Bardolph ; for, And publish the occasion of our arms.

The commonwealth is sick of their own choice,
It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury. Their over-greedy love hath surfeited :-
Bard. It was, my lord; who lind himself A habitation giddy and unsure
with hope,

Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart. Eating the air on promise of supply,

O thou fond many !* with what loud applause Flattering himself with project of a power Didst thou beat beaven with blessing Boling. Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts:


(be? And so, with great imagination,

Before he was what thou would'st have him Proper to madmen, led his powers to death, And being now trimm'at in thine own desires, And, winking, leap'd into destruction. Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him, Hust. But, by your leave, it never yet did That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. hurt,

So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope. Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard ;

Burd. Yes, in this present quality of war;- And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up, Indeed the instant action, (a cause on foot,). And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these Lives so in hope, as in an early spring (fruit,

times? We see the appearing buds; which, to prove They that, when Richard liv'd, would have Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair,

him die, That frosts will bite them. When we mean to Are now become enamour'd on his grave: build,

Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; When through proud London he came sigling And when we see the figure of the house, After the admired heels of Bolingbroke,.[on Then must we rate the cost of the erection : Cry'st now, ( earth, yield us that hing again, Which if we find outweighs ability,

And take thon this! I thoughts of men accurst' What do we then, but draw anew the model Past, and to come, seem best; things present, In fewer offices; or, at least, desist (work,

Worst. To build at all? Much more, in this great Moub. Shall we go draw our numbers, and (Which is, almost, to pluck a kingdom down,

set on? And set another np,) should we survey

Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids The plot of situation, and the model;

(Excunt Consent* upon a sure foundation; Question surveyors; know our own estate,

ACT II. How able such a work to undergo,

SCENE 1.- London.-A Street. To weigh against bis opposite; or else,

Enter Hostess; Fang, and his Boy, with her; We fortify in paper, and in tigures,

and SNARE following. Using the nanies of men, instead of men : Like one, that draws the model of a house Host. Master Fang, have you entered the Beyond his power to build it; who, half action? through,

Fung. It is entered. Gives o'er, and leaves his part created cost

Host. Where is your yeoman ! Is it a lusty A naked subject to the weeping clouds, yeoman? will a' stand to't? And waste for churlish winter's tyranny: Fang. Sirrab, where's Snare? Hlast. Grant, that our hopes (yet likely for Host. O lord, ay: good master Snare. fair birth,)

Snare. Here, here. Should be still-born, and that we now pos;

Fang. Snare, we must arrest Sir John FalThe utmost man of expectation ; I think, we are a body strong enough,

Host. Yea, good master Snare; I have er Even as we are, to equal with the king. tered him and all. Burd. What! is the king but tive and twenty

Snare. It may chance cost some of us our thousand?

lives, for he will stab. Hast. To us, no more; nay, not so much,

Host. Alas the day! take heed of him; he lord Bardolph.

stabbed me in mine own house, and that most for his divisions, as the times do brawl, beastly: in good faith, a' cares not what misAre in three heads: one power against the chief he doth, if his weapon be out: he will French,

foing like any devil; he will spare neither And one against Glendower; perforce, a third man, woman, nor child. Must take up us: So is the unfirm king

Fang. If I can close with him, I care not for in three divided; and his coffers sound

his thrust. With hollow poverty and emptiness.

Host. No, nor I neither: I'll be at your Arch. Thai he shonld draw his several elbow. strengths together,

Fang. An I but fist him once; an a'com And come against us in full puissance,

but within my vice; Necd not be dreaded.

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Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant to enforce a poor widow to so rough a course you, be's an intinitive thing upon my score : to come by her own? Good master Fang, hold him sure ;-good mas- Fal. What is the gross sum that I one ter Snare, let him nut ’scape. He comes con- thee?

huanily to Pie-corner, (saving your man- Host. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, hoods,) to buy a saddle; and he's indited to thyself, and the money too. Thou didst swear dinner to the lubbar's head in Lumbert-street, to me upon a parcel-gili* goblei, sitting in my to master Smooth's the silkman: I pray ye, Dolphin-chaniber, at the round table, by a seda since my exion is entered, and my case so coal tire, upon Wednesday in Whitsun-weeh, openly known to the world, let him be brought when the prince bruke thy head for liking his in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long father to a singing-man of Windsor; thou didst loan for a poor lone woman to bear: and I have swear to nie then, as I was washing thy wound, borne, and borne, and borne; and have been to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. tubbed off, and fubbed off, and fubbed ofi, Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwile Kecch, from this day to that day, that it is a shame to the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me be thought on. There is no bonesty in such gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess dealiog; unless a woman should be made an of vinegar, telling us, she had a good dish of ass, and a beast, to bear every knave's wrong.– prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some;

whereby I told ihee, they were ill for a green Enter Sir John Falstaff, Page, and BAR- wound! And didst thou not, when she was DOLPI.

gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey- Tamiliarity with such poor peuple; saying, that nose knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your didst thou not kiss me, and bid me tetch thee

ere long they should call me madam? And offices, do your offices, master Fang, and inaster Snare; do me, do me, do me your offices. thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy book

Fil. How now i whose mare's dead? what's oath; deny it, if thou canst. the matter?

Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and Fang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of she says, up and down the town, that her eldmistress Quickly.

est son is like you: she hath been in good case, Fal. Away, varlets !--Draw, Bardolph; cut and, the truth is, poverty hath distracted her. me vit' the villain's head; throw the quean in

But for these foolish officers, I beseech you, I the channel.

may have redress against them. Host. Throw me in the channel? I'll throw Ch. Just. Sir John, Sir John, I am well acthee in the channel. Wilt thou? wilt thou? quainted with your manner of wrenching the ihou bastardly rogue!—Murder, murder! O true cause the false way. It is not a contident ihou huney-suckle* villain! wilt ibou kill God's | brow, nor the throng of words that come with oflicers, and the king's? O thou honey-seedt | such more than impudent sauciness from you, rugue! thou art a honey-seed; a man-queiler,

can thrust me trom a level consideration ; you and a woman-queller.

have, as it appears to me, practised upon the Frl. Keep them off, Bardolph.

easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made Fung. A rescue! a rescue!

her serve your uses both in purse and person Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two.-

Kost. Yea, in troth, my lord. Thou wo't, wo't thou? thou wo't, wo't thou? do, Ch. Just. Pr'ythee, peace :-Pay her the debt do, thou rogue! do, thou hemp-seed !

you owe her, aud uupay the villany you have ful. Away, you scullion! you rampallian ! done with her; the one you may do with steryou fustilarian! I'll uchile your catastrophe. ling money, and the other with current repent. Enter The Lord Chief Justice, attended.

Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneapt

without reply. You call honourable boldness, Ch. Just. What's the matter ? keep the peace impudent sauciness: if a man will make here, ho!

court'sy, and say nothing, he is virtuous: No, Host. Good my lord, be good to ne! I be my lord, my humble duty remembered, I will seech you, stand to me!

not be your suitor; I say to you, I do desire Ch. Just. How now, Sir John? what, are you deliverance from these officers, being upon brawling here?

hasty employment in the king's allairs. Doth this become your place, your time, and Ch. Just. You speak as having power to do business?

{York.-wrong: but answer in the efïect of your repu. You should have been well on your way to tation, and satisfy the poor woman Stand from him, fellow; Whereivre hang'st Fal. Come hither, hostess. [Tuking her asidt.

thou on him? flost. O my most worshipful lord, an't please

Enter Gower. your grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.

Ch. Just. Now, master Gower; What news? Ch. Just. For what sum?

Gow. The king, my lord, and Harry prince Bost. It is more than for some, my lord: it is

of Wales for all, all I have: he hath eaten me out of | Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells. house and home; he hath put all my substance Fil. As I am a gentleman; inio that fat belly of his:--but I will have some Host. Nay, you said su before. oi'it out again, or I'll ride thee o’nights, like Ful. As I am a gentleman ;--Come, no thie mare.

more words of it, Ful. I think, I am as like to ride the mare, if

Host. By this heavenly ground I tread on, I I have any vantage of ground to get up. must be fain to pawo buih my plate, and the

Ch. Just. How comes this, Sir Johan? Fie! tapestry of my dining-chambers. whal man of good temper would endure this Tul. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking • tempest of excianiationAre you not ashamed,

* Pasty gilt.

+ Snub, check. * Homicidal. + Homicide.

Suitable to your character


and for thy walls,-a pretty slight drollery, or princely got; for, by my troth, I do now re. the story of the prodigal, or the German hunt. member the poor creature, small beer. But, ing in water-work, is worth a thousand of indeed, these humble considerations make me these bed-hangings, and these fly-bitten tapes- out of love with my greatness. What a distries. Let it be ten pound, if thou canst. grace is it to me, to remember thy name? or io Come, an it were not for thy humours, there is know thy face tó-norrow? or to take note how not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy many pair of silk stockings thou hast; riz. face, and 'draw* thy action: Come, thou must these, and those that were the peach-colour'd pot be in this humour with me; dust not know ones? or to bear the inventory of thy shirts; as, me? Comne, come, I know thou wast set on to one for superfluity, and one other for use?—bui this.

that, the tennis-court-keeper knows better than Glost. Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but I; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee, when tivenly nobles; i'faith I am loath to pawn my thou keepest not racket there; as thou hast not plate, in good earnesi, la.

done a great while, because the rest of thy lowFul. Let it alone; I'll make other shift: you'll countries have made a shift to eat up thy Hol. be a fool still.

land: and God knows, whether those that bawl Host. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn out the ruins of thy linen,* shall inherit his niy gown. I hope, you'll come to supper: kingdom: but the midwives say, the children You'll pay me all together?

are not in the fault; whereupon the world inFal. Will I live!--Go, with her, with her; creases, and kindreds are mightily strength[T, BARDOLPH.) hook on, hook on.

ened. Host. Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet Poins. How ill it follows, after you have layou at supper?

boured so hard, you should talk so idly? Tell Ful. No more words; let's have her. me, how many good young princes would do

[Exeunt Hostess, BARDOLPH, Officers, / so, their fathers being so sick as yours at this and Page.

time is? Ch. Just. I have heard better news.

P. Hen. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins? Ful. What's the news, my good lord ?

Poins. Yes; and let it be an excellent good Ch. Just. Where lay the king last night? thing. Gow. At Basingstoke, my lord.

P. Hen. It will serve among wits of no higher Ful. I hope, my lord, all's well: What's the breeding than thine. news, my lord?

Poins. Go to; I stand the push of vour one Ch. Just. Come all his forces back?

thing that you will tell. Goro. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred P. Hen. Why, I tell thee,- it is not meet horse,

that I should be sad, now my fat!ier is sick: Are march'd up to my lord of Lancaster, albeit I could tell to thee, (as to one it pleases Against Northumberland, and the archbishop. me, for fault of a better, to call my friend,) I

Tai. Comes the king back from Wales, my could be sad, and sad indeed too. nuble lord ?

Poins. Very hardly, upon such a subject. Ch. Just. You shall have letters of me pre- P. Hen. By this hand, thou think'si me as sentiy: Come, go along with me, good master far in the devil's book, as thou, and Falstaff, Gower.

fur obduracy and persistency: Let the end try Fal. My lord!

the man.

But I tell thee, --my heart bleeds Ch, Just. What's the matter?

inwardly, that my father is so sick; and keep Fal. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with ing such vile company as thou art, hath in rea me to dinner?

son taken from me all ostentation of sorrow. Gou. I must wait upon my good lord here: Poins. The reason? I thank you, good Sir John..

P. Hen. What would'st thou think of me, if Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, I should weep? seeing you are to take soldiers up in counties as Poins. I would think thee a most princely you go.

hypocrite. Fal. Will you sup with me, master Gower? P. Hen. It would be every man's thought:

Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you and thou art a blessed fellow, to think as every these manners, Sir John?

man thinks; never a man's thought in the world Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, keeps the road-way better than thine: every he was a fool that taught them me.- This is man would think me a hypocrite indeed. And the right fencing grace, my lord; tap for tap, what accites your most worshipful thought, to and so part fair.

think so? Ch. Just. Now the Lord lighten thee! thou Poins. Why, because you have been so lewd, art a great fool.

[Exeunt. and so much engraffed to Falstaff.

P. Hen. And to thee. SCENE II.-The same.- Another Strect.

Poins. By this light, I am well spoken of, i Enter Prince Henry and Poins.

can hear it with my own ears: the worst that P. Hen. Trust me, I am exceeding weary:

they can say of me is, that I am a second bro. Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought, ther, and that I am a proper fellow of my weariness durst not have attached one of so hands; and those two things, I confess, I can. high blood.

not help. By the mass, here comes Bardolph. P. Hen. 'Faith, it does me; though it dis

P. Hen. And the buy that I gave Falsiafil: colours the complexion of my greatness to ac- he had him from me Christian; and look, if the knowledge it. Doth it not show vilely in me, fat villain hath not transformed himn ape. to desire small beer? Puins. Why, a prince should not be so loose

Enter BARDOLPH and Page. ly studied, as to remember so weak a composi

Barai. 'Save your grace. tion.

P. Hen. And yours, most noble Bardolph! P. Hen. Belike then, my appetite was not Bard. Come, you virtuous ass, (To the PAGE. . Withdraw.

* Childre? wrapped up in his old sharee

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