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Fót moré is to be faid, and to be done,
Weft. I will, my Liege.
SCENE, an Apartment of the Prince's. Enter Henry Prince of Wales, and Sir John Falstaff. Fal. No it?
P. Henry. Thou art so fát-witted with drinking old fack, and unbuttoning thee after fupper, and fleeping upon benches in the afternoon, that thou hast forgotten to demand That truly, which thou would'st truly know.
What a devil halt thou to do with the time of the day? unless hours were cups of faclr, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blefied Sun himfelf à fair hot wènch in flame-colour'd taffata; I see no reason why thou should'st be so superfluous, to demand the time of the day.
Fal. Indeed, you come near me now, Hal. For we, that take purses, go by the moon and seven stars, and not by Phabus, he, that wandring knight so fair. And, ! pray thee, sweet wag, when thou art King save thy Grace, (Majesty, I should say; for grace thou wilt have none.)
P. Henry. What! none?
Fal. No, by my troth, not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg and butter.
P. Henry. Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly
Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art King, (4) let not us that are squires of
the night's body, be call?d thieves of the day's booty. Let us be Diana's fore
(4) Let not Us, that are Squires of the Night's body, be call: Thieves of the Day's Beauty.] This conveys no manner of Idea to me. How could They be call'd Thieves of the Day's Beauty? They robb’d by Moon-shine; they eould not steal the fair Day-light. I have ventur'd to fubftitutė, Booty; and This I take to be the Meaning. Let us not be call’d Thieves, the Purloiners of that Bboty, which, to the Proprie. tors, was the Purchase of honeft Labour and Industry by Day.
sters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the Moon ; and let men say, we be men of good government, being governed as the Sea is, by our noble and chaft mistress the Moon, under whose countenance :we steal.
P. Henry. Thou say'st well, and it holds well too; for the fortune of us, that are the Moon's men, doth ebb and flow like the Sea; being govern’d, as the Sea is, by the Moon. As for proof, now: a purse of gold most resolutely snatch'd on Monday night, and most diffolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with swearing, lay by; and spent with crying, bring in: now in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder; and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows.
(5) Fal. By the lord, thou say'st true, lad: and is not mine Hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?
(6) P. Henry. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle; and is not a buff-jerkin a most sweet robe of durance?
and is not mine Hostess of the Tavern a most sweet Wench? P. Henry
- and is not a Buf-jerkin a most sweet Robe of Durance? Fal. what a Plague bave I to do with a Buff-jerkin ? P. Henry. Why, what à Pox have I to do with my Hostess of the Ta
vern?] This manner of Cross-questioning is not unlike several Passages in Plautus ; particularly This in Mofellaria, Ac. 1. Sc. 3.
Jampridem ecaftor frigida non lavi magis lubenter ;
Nec quum me melius, mea Scapha, rear esse defecatam.
Fuit. P. Quid ea Mellis attinet ad meam Lavationem ? S. Nihilo plus, quàm Lavatio tua ad Messim. (6) As the Honey of Hybla, my Old Lad of the Castle.] Mr. Rowe, (as I have observ'd in a Note on the Merry Wives of Windsor,) took Notice of a Tradition, that this part of Falstaff was said to have been written originally under the Name of Oldcastle. An ingenious Correfpondent (whom I only know by his figning himself L. H.) hints to me, that the Passage above quoted from our Author proves, what Mr. Rowe tells us was a Tradition. Old Lad of the Castle seems to have a Reference to Oldcastle. Besides, if this had not been the Fact, (before the Change was made to Falstaff) why, in the Epilogue to the Second Part of Henry IV. where our Author promises to continue his Story with Sir John in it, should he say, Where, for any Thing I know, Falstaff fall dye of a Sweat, unless already he be killd with your hard Opinjons : for Oldcastle dy'd a Martyr, and This is not the Man? This
Fal. How now, how now, mad wag; what, in thy quips and thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a buff-jerkin?
P. Henry. Why, what a pox have I to do with my Hostess of the tavern?
Fal. Well, thou hast calld her to a reckoning many a time and oft.
P. Henry. Did I ever call thee to pay thy part?
looks like declining a Point, that had been made an Objection to him.
It is no pamper'd Glutton we present,
Nor aged Counsellor to youthful Sin. Every Body must agree, that Falstaf's Character is here unquestionably hinted at ; and that there could be no Room for such a palliating Caution in this Prologue, unless Oldcastle's Name had once suffer'd by supporting Falstaff's Vices. That the Change was made some Years before this Piece appear'd on the Stage, seems obvious from one Speech of K. Henry V. in it: Where the Devil are all my old Thieves ? Falftaff, that Villain, is fo.
fat, he cannot get on's Horse; but, methinks, Poins and Peto should be firring bereabouts.
Fal. No, I'll give thee ghy due, thou haft paid all there.
P. Henry. Yea and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch; and where iç would not, I have usd my credit.
Fal. Yes, and so us’d it, that were it not here apparent, that thou art heir apparent But, I pr’ythee, sweet wag, Ihall there be Gallows ftanding in England, when thou art King? and resolution thus fobb'd as it is, with the rufty curb of old father anrick, the law? Do not thou, when thou art a King, hang a thief.
P. Henry. No; thou shalt.
Fal. Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave judge.
P. Henry. Thou judgest false already: I mean, thou shalt have the hanging of the thieyes, and so become a rare hangman.
Fal. Well, Hal, well, and in fome fort it jumps with my humour, as well as waiting in the Court, I can
P. Henry. For obtaining of suits?
Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suits ; whereof the hangman hath no lean wardrobe. Sblood, I am as melan
I choly as a gib-cat, or a lugg'd bear.
P. Henry. Or an old Lion, or a lover's lute.
P. Henry. What say'st thou to a Hare, or the melancholy of Moor-ditch'?
Fal. Thou hast the most unfavoury fimilies; and art, indeed, the most comparative, rascallieft, sweet young Prince - But, Hal, I pr’ythee, trouble me no more with vanity; I would to God, thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought: an old lord of the Council rated me the other day in the street about you, Sir; but I mark'd him not, and yet he talk'd very wisely, and in the street too.
P. Henry. Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the ftreets, and no man regards it.
Fal. O, thou haft damnable iteration, and art, indeed, able to corrupt a faint. Thou hast done much
harm unto me, Hal, God forgive thee for it! Before I knew thee, Hal, i knew nothing; and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give it over; by the lord, an I do not, I am a villain. I'll be damn'd for never a King's son in christendom.
P. Henry. Where shall we take a purse to morrow, Jack ?
Fal. Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one; an I do not, call me villain, and baffle me.
P. Henry. I fee a good amendment of life in thee, from praying to purse-taking.
(7) Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal. 'Tis no
P. Henry. Good morrow, Ned.
(7) Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my Vocation, Hal. 'Tis no Sin for a Man to labour in bis Vocation.
Enter Poins. Poins. Now shall we know, if Gads-hill have set a Match.] Mr. Pope has given us one fignal Observation in his Preface to our Author's Works. Throughout his Plays, says he, had all the Speeches been printed without the very Names of the Persons, I believe, one might have apply'd them with Certainty to every Speaker. But how fallible the most suffici. ent Critick may be, the Passage in Controversy is a main Instance. As fignal a Blunder has escap'd all the Editors here, as any one thro' the whole Set of Plays. Will any one persuade me, Shakespeare could be guilty of such an Inconsistency, as to make Poins at his first Entrance want News of Gads-bill
, and immediately after to be able to give a full Account of him? No; Falstaff, seeing Poins at hand, turns the Stream of his Discourse from the Prince, and says, Now shall we know whether Gads-hill has set a Match for Us; and then immediately falls into Railing and Invectives against Poins. How admirably is This in Character for Falstaff! And Poins,
who knew well his abusive manner, seems in Part to overhear him: and so soon as he has return'd the Prince's Salutation, cries, by way of Answer, What says Monheur Remorse? What says Sir John Sack and Sugar?