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friends true anni constant : a good plot, good friends, || I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. and full of expectation : an excellent plot, very good I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this? Why, About his title ; and hath sent for you, my lord of You k commends the plot, and the general To line his enterprize: But if you go course of the action. 'Zounais, an I were now by this Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, answer ine not my father, my uncle, and myself? lord Edmund Directly to this question that I ask. Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is In faith, r'll break thy little finger, Harry, there not, besides, the Douglas? Have I not all their An if thou wilt not tell me all things true. letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next Hot. Away, month? and are they not, some of them set forward al Away, you trifler !-Love?-I love thee not, ready? What a pagan rascal is this? an infidel? Ha! I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world, you shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold To play with mammets, and to tilt with lips: heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our pro We must have bloody noses, and crack'd crowns, ceedings. O, I could divide myself, and go to buffets, And pass them current too.-Gods me, my horse ! for moving such a dish of skimmed milk with so hon What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou have with ourable an action! Hang him ! let him tell the king:

me ? We are prepared : I well set forward to-night.

Lady. Do you not love me? do you not. indeed? Enter Lady Percy.

Well, do not then; for, since you love me not, How now, Kate? I must leave you within these two

I will not love myself. Do you not love me? hours.

Nay, tell me if you speak in jest, or no. Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus alone?

Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride?

And when I am o'horse-back. I will swear
For what offence have I, this fortnight, been
A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?

I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate;
Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee

I must not have you henceforth question me Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep?

Whither I go, nor reason wbereabout: Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth ;

Whither I must, I must ; and, to conclude, And start so often when thou sit'st alone?

This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate. Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks ;

I know you wise; but yet no further wise, And given my treasures, and my rights of thee,

Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are; To thick-ey'd musing, and cursd mélancholy?

But yet a woman : and for secrecy, In thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watch'd,

No lady closer; for I well believe, · And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars :

Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;

And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate! Cry, Courage to the field! And thou hast talk'd

Lady. How ! so far? of sallies, and retires; of trenches, tents,

Hot. Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate? Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets ;

Whither I go, thither shall you go too; Of basilisks, of cannonçeulverin;

To day will I set forth, to-morrow you. of prisoners' ransome, and of soldiers slain,

Will this content you, Kate? And all the 'currents of a heady tight.


It must, of force. [Exeunt. Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war, And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep,

SCENE IV.-Eastcheap. A Room in the Bear's That beads of sweat bave stood upon thy brow,

Head Tavern. Enter Prince Henry and Poins. Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream:

P. Hen. Ned, prythee, come out of that fat room, And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,

and lend me thy hand to laugh a little. Such as we see when men restrain their breath

Poins. Where hast been, Hal ? On some great sudden haste. 0, what partents are P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, amongst these?

three or four score hogsheads. I have sounded the Some heavy business hath my lord in band,

very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn And I must know it, else he loves me not.

brother to a leash of drawers; and can call them all Hot. Wbat, ho! is Gilliams with the packet gone?

by their christian names, as-Tom, Dick, and Fran Enter Servant.

cis. They take it already upon their salvation, that, Serv. He is, my lortl, an hour ago.

though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from the of courtesy; and tell me fatly I am so proud Jack, sheriff?

like Falstaff; but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. good boy,–by the Lord, so they call me; and when I Hot. What horse? a roan, a crop-car, is it not? am king of England, I shall command all the good Serv. It is, my lord,

lads in Eastcheap. They call-drinking deep, dying Hot.

That roan shall be my throne. scarlet : and when you breathe in your watering, they Well, I will back him straight : 0 esperance ! cry-bem! and bid you play it ofi.-To conclude, I Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. (Exit Serd. am so good a proficient in one quarter of an hour, Lady. But hear you, my lord.

that I can drink with any tinker in his own language Hot.

What say'st, my lady? | during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost much Lady. What is it carries you away?

honour, that thou wert not with me in this action. Ilot.

My horse, But, sweet Ned, -to sweeten which name of Ned, 1 My love, my horse.

give thee this peonyworth of sugar, clapped even now Lady.

Out, you mad-headed ape! in my hand by an under-skinker; one that nefer A weasel bath not such a deal of spleen,

spake other English in his life, than–Eight shillings As you gre tosa'd with. In faith,

and sia pense, and-You are welcome ; with this shrill

addition,- Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint of bastard in what cunning match have you made with this jest of the Halfomour, or so. But, Ned, to drive away the the drawer? come, what's the issue ? time will Falstaff come, I pr’ythee, do thou stand in

P. llen. I am now of all humours, that have show'd sorge by-room, while I question my puny drawer, to themselves humours since the old days of goodman what end he gave me the sugar; and do thou never Adam, to the pupil age of this present twelve o'clock leave calling-Francis, that his tale to me may be at midnight. (Re-enter Francis with wine.] What's nothing but-anun. Step aside, and I'll show thee a o'clock, Francis ? precedent,

Fran. Anon, anon, sir. Poins. Francis !

P. Hen. That eve this fellow should have fewer P. Hen. Thou art perfect.

words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman! Poins. Francis!

[Exit Poins. His industry is-up-stairs, and down-stairs ; his eloEnter Francis.

quence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Frasi. Anon, anon, sir.-Look down into the Pome | Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north ; be that kills grande, Ralph.

me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, P. Hen. Come hither, Francis.

washes his hands and says to his wife,- Fye upon this Fran. My lord.

quiet life! I want work. O my sweet Harry, says she, P. Hen. How long hast thou to serve, Francis ?

how many hast thou killed to day ? Give my roan horse Frar. Forsooth, five year, and as much as to

a drench, says he; and answers, Some fourteen, an Peins. [Within.] Francis !

hour after; a trifle, a trifle. I prythee, call in FalFran. Anon, anon, sir.

staff ; I'll play Percy, and that damned brawn shall P. Hen. Five years? by'rlady, a long lease for the play dame Mortimer his wife. Ridg says the druk. elinking of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so ard. Call in ribs, call in tallow. raliant, as to play the coward with thy indenture, and

Enter Falstaff, Gadshill, Bardolph, and Peto. to show it a fair pair of heels, and run from it? Fran. O lord, sir! I'll be sworn upon all the books

Poins. Welcome, Jack. Where hast thou been? in England, I could find in my heart

Fal. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance Peins. [Within.] Franeis !

too! marry, and amen!-Give me a cup of sack, boy. Fran. Anon, anon, sir.

-Ere I lead this life long, I'll sew nether-stocks, and P. Hen. How old art thou, Francis ?

mend them, and foot them too. A plague of ali cowFran. Let me see,--about Michaelinas next I shall

ards! Give me a cup of sack, rogue.- Is there no vir tue extant ?

[He drinks. Peins. [Within.) Francis !

P. Hen. Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of Fran. Anon, sir.–Pray you, stay a little, my lord.

butter? pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the sweet P. Hen. Nay, but hark you, Francis : for the sugu

tale of the son! if thou did'st, then behold that com. thon gavest me,-'twas a pennyworth, was't not?

pounil. Fran. O lort, sir; I would, it had been two.

Fal. You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: There P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand pound:

is nothing but roguery to be found in villanous man: ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt have in

Yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with limein Pains. (Mithin.) Francis!

it; a villanous coward.-Go thy ways, old Jack; die Fran. Anon, anon.

when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhool, be not P. Hen. Anon, Francis? No, Francis : but to-mor | forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a shotten row, Francis; or, Francis, on Thursday; or, indeed, herring. There live not three good men unhang'd in Franeis, when thou wilt. But, Francis,

England; and one of them is fat, and grows old : God Fran. My lord ?

help the while! a bad world, I say! I would, I were P. Hen. Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, crystal

a weaver; I could sing psalms or any thing: A plague button, nott-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caldis

of all cowards, I say still. garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish pouch,

P. Hen. How now, wool-sack? what mutter you? Fran. O lord, sir, who do you mean?

Fal. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard is your only kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy subdrink: for, look you, Francis, your white canvas doubjects afore thee like a flock of wild geese, I'll never lat will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so

wear hair on my face more. You prince of Wales ! much.

P. Hen. Why, you whoreson round man! what's Fran. What, sir?

the matter? Puins. [Within.] Francis !

Fal. Are you not a coward ? answer me to that; and

Poins there? *P. Hen. Away, you rogue; Dost thou not hear them call? [Here they both call him : the drawer stands

Poins. 'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me cowamazed, not knowing which way to go.

ard, I'll stab thee.

Fal. I call thec coward! I'll see thoe damned ere I Enter Vintner.

call thee coward: but I would give a thousand pound, Fint. What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st such a I could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight calling? Look to the guests within. [E.xit Francis.] enough in your shoulders, you care not who sees your My lord, old sir John, with half a dozen more, are at back: Call you that backing of your friends ? a plague the door; Shall I let them in ?

upon such backing ? give me them that will face mc. P. Hen. Let them alone awhile, and then open the -Give me a cup of sack :-I am a rogue, if I drunk door. (Exit Vintner.] Poins !

to day. Re-enter Poins.

P. Hen. O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since Poins. Anon, anon, sir.

thou drunk'st last. P. Hen. Siriah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves Fal. All's one for that. A plague of all cowards are at the door; Shall we be merry?

still, say I.

[He drinks: Poins. As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark se; P. Hen. What's the matter?

Fal. What's the matter? there be four of us here thou clay-brained guts; thou knotty-pated fool; thou have ta'en a thousand pound this morning.

whoreson, obscene, greasy tallow-keech, — P. Hen. Where is it, Jack ? where is it?

Fal. What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the Fal. Where is it? taken from us it is: a hundred truth, the truth? upon poor four of us.

P. Hen. Why, how could'st thou know these men P. Hen. What, a hundred, man?

in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou could'st tot Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a see thy hand ? come, tell us your reason ; What sayest dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scap'd by thou to this? miracle. I am eight times thrust through the doub Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason. · Jet; four, throngh the hose; my buckler cut through Fal. What, upon compulsion ? No; were I at the and through ; my sword hacked like a hand-saw, erce strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not signum. I never dealt better since I was a man : ali tell you on compulsion. Give you a repson on com. would not do. A plague of all cowards !- Let them pulsion! if reasons were as plenty as blacklæries

, I speak: if they speak more or less than truth, they are would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I. villains, and the sons of darkness.

P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin ; this P. Hen. Speak, sirs; how was it?

sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horso-beck Gads. We four set upon some dozen,

breaker, this huge hill of tlesh; Fal. Sixteen, at least, my lord.

Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you

dried Gads. And bound them.

neats-tongue, bull's pizzle, you stock-fish,--0, for Peto. No, no. they were not bound.

breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor's yard, Fal. You rogue, they were bound, every man of you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck ;them; or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.

P. Hen. Well, breathe a while, and then to it again : Gads. As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh and when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons, men set upon us,

hear me speak but this. Fal. And unbound the rest, and then come in the Poins. Mark, Jack. other.

P. Hen. We two saw you four set on four : fou P. Hen. What, fought ye with them all?

bound them, and were masters of their wealth. Fal. All? I know not what ye call, all; but if I Mark now, how plain a tale shall put you down. Then fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish : did we two set on you four: and, with a word, out-fac. if there were not two or three and fitty upon poor old ed you from your prize, and have it; yca, and ean Jack, then am I no two-legged creature.

show it you here in the house :-and, Falstaff. you car Poins. Pray God, you have not murdered some of

ried your guts away as nimbly, with as quick dexterithem.

ty, and roared for mercy, and still ran and reared, as Fal. Nay, that's past praying for: for I have pep ever I heard bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack pered two of them: two, I am sure, I have paid; two thy sword as thou hast done ; and then say, it was in rogues in buckram suits. I rell three wliat, Hal,-if i fight? What trick, what device, what starting-dole

, tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thon canst thou now find out, to hide thee from this open knowest my old ward ;-here I lay, and thus I bore my and apparent shame? point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me, Poins. Come, let's hear, Jack; what trick hast thou

P. Hen. What, four thou said'st but two even now. now?
Fal. Four, Hal; I told thee four.

Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye, as well as he that made Poins. Ay, ay, he said four.

ye. Why, bear ye, iny masters: Was it for me to kill Fal. These four came all a-front, and mainly thrust the heir apparent? Should I turn upon the true prince ? at me. I made me po more ado, but took all their ser

Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules: bet en points in my target, thus.

beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince P. Hen. Seven? Why, there were but four, even Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinet, Dow.

I shall think the better of myself and thee, during my Fal. In buckram.

life; I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince. Poins. Ay, four, in buckram suits.

But, by the Lord, lads, I am glad you have the money. Fal. Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else. - Hostess, clap to the doors; watch to-night, pray to P. Hen. Prythee, let him alone; we shall have more morrow.-Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the

titles of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we Fal. Dost thou hear me, Hal?

be merry? shall we have a play extempore? P. Hen. Ay, and mark thee 100, Jack.

P. Hen. Content ;-and the argument shall be, thy rci. Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These running away. nine in buckram, that I toll thee of,

Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lorest me. P. Hen. So, two more already.

Enter Hostess. Fal. Their points being broken,

Host. My lord the prince, Poins. Down fell their hose.

P. Hen. How now, my lady the hostess? what say it Fal. Began to give me ground: But I followed me

thiou to me: close, came in foot and hand; and, with a thought,

liost. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the seven of the eleven I paid.

court at door, would speak with you: he says, ke P. Hen. O monstrous ! eleven buckraun men grown

comes from your father. out of two!

P. Hen. Give him as much as will make him a roj. Fal. But, as the devil wonld have it, three misbe

al man, and send him back again to my mother. gotten knaves, in Kendal green, came at iny back, and Fal. What manner of man is he? let drive at me ;-for it was so dark, Hal, that thou Hust. An old man. could'st cot see thy hand.

Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? P. Hen. These lies are like the father that brgets -Shall I give him his answer? them; gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, P. Hen. Pristhee, do, Jack.




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Fal. 'Faith, and I'll send him packing. [Exit. / we shall have good trading that way.-But, tell me,

P. Hen. Now, sirs; by'r lady, you fought fair ;-so Hal, art thou not horribly aseard? thou being heir ap: did you, Peto ;-so did you, Bardolph: you are lions parent, could the world pick thee out three such ene. too, you ran away upon instinct, you will not touch mies again, as that fiend Douglas, that spirit Percy, the true prince ; no,-fie!

and that devil Glendower? Art thou not horribly aBard. 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run. fraid? doth not thy blood thrill at it?

P. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, How came Fal P. Hen. Not a whit, i'faith ; I lack some of thy instaff's sword so hacked?

stinct. Pete. Why, he hacked it with his dagger; and said, Fal, Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morrow, he would swear truth out of England, but he would when thou comest to thy father : if thou love me, make you believe it was done in fight; and persuaded practise an answer. us to do the like?

P. Hen. Do thou stand for my father: and examine Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass, me upon the particulars of my life. to make them bleed; and then to beslubber our gar Fal. Shall I? content:- This chair shall be my ments with it, and to swear it was the blood of true state, this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my nen. I did that I did not this seven year before, I crown. blushed to hear his monstrous devices.

P. Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy goldP. Hen. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eigh en sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich teen years ago, and wert taken with the manner, and crown, for a pitiful bald crown! Ever since thou hast blushed extempore: Thou haust Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of fire and sword on thy side, and yet thou ranost away; thee, now shalt thou be moved.-Give me a cup of What instinct hailst thou for it?

sack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may be Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors ? do you || thought I have wept; for I must speak in passion, and behold these exhalations?

I will do it in king Cambyses' vein. P. Hen. I do.

P. Hen. Well, here is my leg. Bard. What think you they portend ?

Fal. And here is my speech :-Stand aside, nobility. P. Hen. Hot livers and cold purses.

Host. This is excellent sport, i'faith. Bard. Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.

Fal. Weep not sweet queen, for trickling tears are P. Hen. No, if rightly taken, halter.


Host. O, the father, Irow he holds his countenance ! Re-enter Falstaff'.

Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen, Here comes lean Jack, here comes base-bone. How For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. now, my sweet creature of bombast? How long is't Host. O rare! he doth it as like one of these harlotago, Jack, since thou saw'st thine own knee?

ry players, as I ever see. Fal. My own knee? When I was about thy years, Fal. Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle-brain. Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waist ; I could | - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest have erept into any alderman's thumb-ring: A plague | thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for of sigting and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder. though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the There's yillanous news abroad : here was Sir John faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the Braey from your father; you must to the court in the sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I bave parimorning. That same mad fellow of the north, Percy ; || ly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion ; but and be of Wales, that gave Amaimon the bastinado, chiefly a villanous trick of thine eye, and a foolish and made Lucifer cuckold, and swore the devil his hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me. If true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh book,-what, then, thou be son to me, here lies the point :-Why, a plague, call you him?

being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall the Poins. 0, Glendower.

blessed sun of heaven prove a micher, and eat blackFal. Owen, Owen ; the same ;-and his son-in-law, berries ? a question not to be asked. Shall the son of Mortimer; and old Northumberland ; and that spright- || England prove a thief, and take purses ? a question l; Seot of Scots, Douglas, that runs o’horseback up a to be asked. There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast hill perpendicular.

often heard of, and it is known to many in our land P. Hen. He that rides at high speed, and with bis | by the name of pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers pistol kills a sparrow flying.

do report, doth defile; so doth the company thou Fal. You have hit it.

keepest: for, Harry, now I do noi speak to thee in P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow,

drink, but in tears ; not in pleasure, but in passion; Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him ; he || not in words only, but in woes also :-And yet there is

a virtuous man, whom I have often noted in thy comP. Ken. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise | pany, but I know not his name. him so for running?

P. Hen. What manner of man, an it like your ma. Fal. D'horseback, ye cuckoo ; but, afoot, he will not | jesty? budge a foot.

Fal. A good portly man, i'faith, and a corpulent ; P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct.

of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, byrtoo, and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more: || lady, inclining to threescore ; and now I remember Worcester is stolen away to night; thy father's beard me, his name is Falstaff: If that man should be lewdis turneul white with the news; you may buy land ly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry, I see virtue in now as eheap as stinking mackarel.

his looks. If then the tree may be known by the P. Hen. Why then, 'tis like, if there come a hot | tiuit, as the fruit by the tree, then, peremptorily I June, and this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maid speak it, there is virtue in that Falstaff: him keep enheads as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds. with, the rest banish. And tell me now, thou naugh

Fal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like, ts varlet, tell me, where hast thou been this monti,

will not run.

P. Hen. Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand P. Hen. Go, hide thee behind the arras ;-the rest for me, and I'll play my father.

walk up above.Now, my inasters, for a true face, Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so and good conscience. majestically, both in worl and matter, hang me up by

Fa!. Both which I have had : but their date is out, the heels for a rabbet-sucker, or a poulter's hare.

and therefore I'll hide me. P. Hen. Well, here I am set.

(Exeunt all but the Prince and Poins. Fal. And here I stand :-judge, my masters.

P. Hen. Call in the sheriff, P. Hen. Now, Harry? whence coine you?

Enter Sheriff and Carrier. Fal. My noble lord, from Eastcheap.

Now, master sherif; what's your will with me? P. Hen. The complaints I hear of thee are grievous. Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry

Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false :-nay, I'll Hath follow'd certain men unto this house. tickle ye for a young prince, i'faith.

P. Hen. What men? P. Hen. Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious lard; ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carried away

A gross fat man. from grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in the like.

Car. As fat as butter. ness of a fat old man : a tun of man is thy companion. P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not here; Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, For I myself at this time have employd him. that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swoln parcel of And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee, dropsies, that huge bombarlof sack, that stuffed cloaks

That I will, by tomorrow dinner-time, bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pud- | Send him to answer thee, or any man, ding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey iniqui- || For any thing he shall be charg'd withal : ty, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? Wherein

And so let me entreat you leave the house. is le good, but to taste saek and drink it? wberein

Sher. I will, my lord: There are two gentlemen neat and cleanly, but to carve a capon and eat it?

Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks. wherein cunning, but in craft? wherein crafty, but

P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb'd these men, in villany? wherein villanous, but in all things? || He shall be answerable: and so, farewell. wherein worthy, but in nothing?

Sher. Good night, my noble lord. Fal. I would, your grace would take me with you ;

P. Hen. I think it is good morrow; is it not? Whom means your grace?

Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. P. Hen. That villanous abominable misleader of

[Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier. youth, Falstaff, that old white-bearded satan.

P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Fal. My lord, the man I know.

Go, call him forth. P. Hen. I know, thou dost.

Poins. Falstaff!-fast asleep behind the arras, and Fal. But to say, I know more harm in him than in snorting like a horse. myself, were to say more than I know. That he is

P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath : Search old, (the more the pity,) his white hairs do witness it:

his pockets. (Poids searches.] What hast thou found? but that he is (saving your reverence.) a whoremaster,

Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord. that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault, God

P. Hen. Let's see what they be: read them. help the wicked! If to be old and merry be a sin, then

Poins. Item, A capon, 2s. 2. many an old host that I know, is damned: if to be fat

Item, Sauce, 4d. be to be hated, then Pharoah's lean kine are to be loy.

Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d. ed. No, my good lord; Banish Peto, banish Bardolph, || Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper, 2s. 6d. banish Poins: but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack

Item, Bread, a halfpenny. kalstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and

P. Hen. O monstrous! but one half-penny worth of therefore more valiant, being, as he is, old Jack Fal

bread to this intolerable deal of sack! What there is staff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish pot

else, keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there him thy Harry's company; banish plump Jack, and

let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the morning: banish all the world.

we must all to the wars, and thy place shall be honour P. Hen. I do, I will.

[A knocking heard.

able. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot; anh, [Exeunt Hostess, Francis, and Bardolph. l I know, his death will be a march of twelve-score. The Re-enter Bardolph, running.

money shall be paid back again with advantage. Be Bard. O, my lord, my lord ; the sheriit, with a most with me betimes in the morning; and so good mor monstrous watch, is at the door.

row, Poins. Fal. Out, you rogue! play out the play: I have Poins. Good mortow, good my lord. (Excunt. much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff,

Re-enter Hostess, hastily. Flost. O Jesu, my lord, my lord !

ACT III. Fal. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick: What's the matter?

SCENE I.-Bangor. A Room in the Archdeacon's Host. The sheriff'and all the watch are at the door : liouse. Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Mortimer, and they are come to starch the house; shall I let them in? Glendower. Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of

Mortimer. gold, a counterfeit; thou art essentially mad, without THESĘ promises are fair, the parties sure, seeming so.

And our induction full of prosperous hope. P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without instinct. Hot. Lord Mortimer,-and cousin Glendower,

Fal. I deny your major: if you will deny the sherift, / Will you sit down ?80; if not, let him enter: if I become not a cart as And, uncle Worcester :-A plague upon it! well as another man, plague on my bringing up! I I have forgot the map. hope, I shall as soon be strangled with a halter, as a Glend,

No, here it is. mother.

Şit, cousin Perey; sitgood cousin Hotspur

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