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my lord?

to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canst Fal. Will I live?-Go, with her, with her: [To Bars thou deny it? Did not good wife Keech, the butcher's | dolph.] hook on, book on. wife, come in then, and call me gossip Quickly? com Host. Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet you at ing in to borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us, she had supper? a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to Fal. No more words ; let's have her. eat some; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a green [Exeunt Hosters, Bardolph, officers, and Page. wound? And didst thou not, when she was gone down C. Just. I have heard better news. stairs, desire me to be no more so familiarity with such Fal. What's the news, my good lord ? poor people; saying, tlrat ere long they should call me C. Just. Where lay the king last night? malam? And didst thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch Gow, At Basingstoke, my lord. thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy book-oath ; Fal. I hupe, nay lord, all's well: What's the news deny it, if thou canst.

Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she says, C. Just, Come all his forces back? up and down the town, that her eldest son is like you: Gow. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse, she hath been in good case, and, the truth is, poverty Are march'd up to my lord of Lancaster, hath distracted her. But for these foolish officers, 1 Against Northumberland, and the archbishop. beseech you, I may have redress against them.

Fal. Comes the king back from Wales, my noble 6. Just. Sir John, sir John, I am well acquainted lord ? with your manner of wrenching the true cause the C. Just. You shall have letters of me presently: false way. It is not a confident brow, nor the throng Come, go along with me, good master Gower. of words that come with such more than impudent Fal. My lord ! sanciness from you, can thrust me from a level consid C. Just. What's the matter? eration ; you have, as it appears to me, practised upon Fal. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me te the easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made her dinner? serve your uses both in purse and person.

Gow. I must wait upon my good lord here: I thank Host. Yea, in troth, my lord.

you, good sir Jolan. C. Just. Priythee, peace :-Pay her the debt you owe C. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being ber, and unpay the villany you have done with her ; || you are to take soldiers up in counties as you go. the one you may do with sterling money, and the other Fal. Will you snp with me, master Gower ? with current repentance.

C. Just. What foolish master taught you these manFol My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without

ners, sir John ? mply. You call honourable boldness, impudent sauci Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, he was less: if a man will make court'sy, and say nothing, || a fool that taught them me. This is the right fencing be is virtuous: No, n.y lord, my humble duty remem grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so part fair. berert, I will not be your suitor ; I say to you, I do de C. Just. Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a tire deliverance from these officers, being upon hasty | great fool.

[Exeunt. Employment in the king's affairs. C. Just. You speak as having power to do wrong:

SCENE II.-The same. Another Street. Enter Prince but answer in the effect of your reputation, and satisfy

Henry, and Poins. the poor woman.

P. Hen. Trust me, I am exceeding weary. Fal. Come hither, hostess. [Taking her aside.

Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought, weariness Enter Gower.

durst not have attached one of so high blood. C. Just. Now, master Gower; What news ?

P. Hen. 'Faith, it does me; though it discolours the Gow. The king, my lord, and Harry prince of Wales || complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doch at near at hand: the rest the paper tells.

it not show vilely in me, to desire small beer? Fal. As I am a gentleman ;

Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely studHost. Nay, you said so before.

ied, as to remember so weak a composition. Fal. As I am a gentleman ;-Come, no more words P. Hen. Belike then, my appetite was not princely

got; for, by my troth, I do now remember the poor Hast

. By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must be creature, small beer. But, indeed, these humble confaia to pawn both my plate, and the tapestry of my siderations make me out of love with my greatness. timing-chambers.

What a disgrace is it to me, to remember thy name? Fale Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking: and for Or to know thy face to-morrow? or to take note how thy walls,-a pretty slight drollery, or the story of the many pair of silk stockings thou hast ; viz. these, and prodigal, or the German hunting in water-work, is those that were the peach-coloured ones? or to bear Forth a thonsand of these bed-hangings, and these fly- the inventory of thy shirts ; as, one for superfluity, bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, if thou canst. and one other for use ?--but that, the tennis-couit. Cotne, an it were not for thy humours, there is not a keeper knows better than 1; for it is a low ebb of linbetzer wench in England. Go, wash thy face, and en with thee, when thou kerpest not racket there; as draw they action: Come, thou must not be in this hu thou hast not done a great while, because the rest of matr with me ; dost not know me? Come, come, 1 thy low-countries have made a shift to eat up thy holknow thou wast set on to this.

land : and God knows, whether those that bawl out Host. Pray thee, sir John, let it be but twenty no the ruins of thy linen, shall inherit his kingdom : but lides; i'faith

, I am loath to pawn my plate in good the midwives say, the children are not in the fault; carnest, la.

whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are Fel. Let it alonc; I'll make other shift: you'll be a mightily strengthened.

Poins. How ill it follows, after you have laboured Høst

. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my so hard, you should talk so idly? Tell me, how many NOW. I hope, you'll come to supper : You'll pay me good young princes would do so, their fathers being

so sick as yours at this time is?

fool still.

all together?

P. Hen. Fare ye well; go. (Errunt Bardolpher

Page.] This Doll Tcar-sheet should be some read.

P. Hen. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins ?

Poins. Delivered with good respect.-And how doth Poins. Yes; and let it be an excellent good thing. the martlemas, your master?

P. Hen. It shall serve among wits of no higher breed Bard. In bodily health, sir. ing than thine.

Poins. Mairy, the immortal part needs a physician ; Poins. Go to ; I stand the push of your one thing but that moves not him ; though that be sick, it dies that you will tell.

not. P. Hen. Why, I tell thee, -it is not meet that I P. Hen. I do allow this wen to be as familiar sita should be sad now my father is sick! albeit I could

me as my dog : and he holds his place; for, look TOI tell to thee, (as to one it pleases me, for fault of a bet how he writes. ter, to call my friend,) I could be sad, and sad indeed Poins. [Reads.] John Falstaff, knight,-Every man too.

must know that, as oft as he has occasion to nare Poins. Very hardly upon such a subject.

himself. Even like those that are kin to the king; P. Hen. By this hand, thou think'st me as far in the

for they never prick their finger, but they say,

There devil's book, as thou, and Falstaff, for obduracy and

is some of the king's blood spilt: How comes there? persistency. Let the end try the man. But I tell

says he, that takes upon him not to conceive: the ani thee,-my heart bleeds inwardly, that my father is so

swer is as ready as a borrower's cap: I am the king's sick: and keeping such vile company as thou art,

poor cousin, sir. hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow.

P. Hen. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will Poins. The reason ?

fetch it from Japhet. But the letter :P. Hen. What would'st thou think of me, if I should

Poins. Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of the weep?

king, nearest his father, Harry prince of Wales, great Poins. I would think thee a most princely hypocrite. ling.–Why, this is a certificate.

P. Hen. It would be every man's thought: and thou P. Hen. Peace! art a blessed fellow, to think as every man thinks :

Poins. I willimitate the honourable Roman in brez never a man's thought in the world keeps the road

ity :-he sure means brevity in breath ; short-winded. way better than thine: every man would think me an

-I commend me to thee, I commend ther, and I love hypocrite indeed. And what accites your most wor

thee. Be not too familiar with Poins; for he minuto shipful thought, to think so?

thy favours so much, that he stuear's, thou art to pred Poins. Why, because you have been so lewd, and

ry his siste; Nell. Repent at idle times as thou nicy'", so much engrafied to Falstaff:

and so farewell. P. Hen. And to thee.

Thine, by yea and no, (which is as much as !! Poins. By this light, I am well spoken of, I can hear

say, as thou usest him,) Jack Falstaff, with it with my own ears: the worst that they can say of

my familiars; John, with my brothers and me is, that I am a second brother, and that I am a

sisters; and Sir John zvith all Eurec. proper fellow of my hands; and those two things, I

My lord, I will steep this letter in sack, and make confess, I cannot help. By the mass, here comes Bar

him eat it. dolph.

H. Hen. That's to make him eat twenty of his worts P. Hen. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: he had

But do you use me thus, Ned? must I marry your si him from me Christian ; and look, if the fat villain

ter? have not transformed him ape.

Poins. May the wench have no worse fortune! but Enter Bardolph and Page.

I never said so. Bard. 'Save your grace!

P. Hen. Well, thus we play the fools with the time; P. Hen. And yours, most noble Bardolph !

and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds, and mecha Bard. Come, you virtuous ass, [To the Page.] you us.-Is your master here in London? hashful fool, must you be blushing? wherefore blush Bard. Yes, my lord. you now? What a maidenly man at arms are you be P. Hen. Where sups he ? doth the old boar feed in come? Is it such a matter, to get a pottle-pot's maid the old frank? enhead?

Bard. At the old place, my lord; in Eastcheap, Page. He called me even now, my lord, through a

P. Hen. What company? red lattice, and I could discern no part of his face Page. Ephesians, my lord; of the old church. from the window: at last, I spied his eyes ; and, me

P. Hen. Sup any women with him? though, he had made two holes in the alewife's new Page. None, my lord, but old mistress Quickly, 20! petticoat, and peeped through.

mistress Doll Tear-sheet. P. Hen. Hath not the boy profited ?

P. Hen. What pagan may that be? Bard. Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away!

Page. A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kiss woman Page. Away, you rascally Althea's dream, away! of my master's. P. Hen. Instruct us, boy: What dream, boy? P. Hen. Even such kin as the parish heifers are to Page. Marty, my lord, Althea dreamed she was de

the town bull.-Shall we steal upon them, Ned, af livered of a fire-brand; and therefore I call him her

supper? dream.

Poins. I am your shadow, my lord; I'll follows: P. Hen. A crown's worth of good interpretation.

P. Hen. Sirrah, you boy,mand Bardolph ; There it is, boy.

[Gives him money.

to your master, that I am yet come to town: There? Poins. 0, that this good blossom could be kept from

for your silence. cankers !-Well there is sixpence to preserve thee:

Bard. I have no tongue, sir. Bard. An you do not make bim be hanged among Page. And for mine, sir, -I will govern it. you, the gallows shall have wrong.

P. Hen. And how doth thy master, Bardolph?

Bard. Well, my lord. He heard of your grace's Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way be conuing to town; there's a letter for you.

tween St. Albau's and London.

;-00 word

me, Ned.

P. Hen. How might we see Falstaff bestow himself || First let them try themselves : so did your son ; to-night in his true colours, and not ourselves be seen? He was so suffer'd ; so came I a widow;

Peins. Put on two leather jerkins, and aprons, and And never shall have length of life enough, wait upon him at his table as drawers.

To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes, P. Hen. From a god to a bull ? a heavy descension! That it may grow and sprout as high as heayen, it was Jove's case. From a prince to a prentice? a For recordation to my noble husband. low transformation ! that shall be mine: for, in every North. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my thing, the purpose must weigh with the folly. Follow mind,

(Exeunt. As with the tide swell'd up unto its height,

That makes a still-stand, running neither way. SCENE III.--Warkworth. Before the Castle. Enter Fain would I go to meet the archbishop, Northumberland, Lady Northumberland, and Lady

But many thousand reasons hold me back : Percy.

I will resolve for Scotland ; there am I, North. I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle daughter, || Till time and vantage cave my company. [Exeunt. Give even way unto my rough affairs : Put not you on the visage of the times,

SCENE IV.- London. A Room in the Bear's Head And be, like them, to Percy troublesome.

Tavern in Eastcheap. Enter two Drawers.
Lady N. I have given over, I will speak no more :
Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide.

1 Draw. What the devil hast thou brought there? North. Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn;

apple-Johns? thou know'st, sir John cannot endure And, but my going, nothing can redeem it.

an apple-John.

2 Draw. Mass, thou sayest true : The prince once Lady P. O, yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars ! The time was, father, that you broke your word,

set a dish of apple-Johps before him, and told him, When you were more endeard to it than now;

there were five more sir Johns; and, putting off his When your own Perey, when my heart's dear Harry,

hat, said, I will now take my leave of these six dry, Threw many a northward look, to see his father

round, old, withered knights. It angered him to the Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.

heart; but he hath forgot that. Who then persuaded you to stay at home?

1 Draw. Why then, cover, and set them down: And There were two honours lost; yours, and your son's.

see if thou canst find out Sneak's noise ; mistress Tear

sheet would fain hear some music. Despatch:- The For yours.--may heavenly glory brighten it! For his,-it stuck upon him, as the sun

room where they supped, is too hot; they'll come in In the grey vault of heaven ; and, by his light,

straight. Did all the chivalry of England move

2 Draw. Sirrah, liere will be the prince, and master To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass

Poins anon: and they will put on two of our jerkins, Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.

and aprons; and sir John must not know of it: BarHe had no legs, that practis'd not his gait:

dolph hath brought word. And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish, i Draw. By the mass, here will be old utis: It will

be an excellent stratagem. Became the accents of the valiant; For those that could speak low, and tardily,

2 Draw. I'll see if I can find out Sneak. [Exit. Would turn their own perfection to abuse,

Enter Hostess and Doll Tear-sheet. To seem like him : So that, in speech, in gait,

Host. l'faith, sweet heart, methinks now you are in In diet, in affections of delight,

an excellent good temperality: your pulsidge beats as In military rules, humours of blood,

extraordinarily as heart could desire; and your colour, He was the mark and glass, copy and book,

I warrant you, is as red as any rose: But, i'faith, you That fashion d others. And him,-0 wondrous him!

have drunk too much canaries; and that's a marvelO miracle of men !-him did you leave,

lous searching wine, and it perfumes the blood ere one (Second to none, unseconded by you)

can say,- What's this? How do you now? To look upon the hideous god of war

Dol. Better than I was. Hem. In disadvantage; to abide a field,

Host. Why, that's well said ; a good heart's worth Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name

gold. Look, here comes sir John. Did seem defensible:--so you left him: Never, 0 never, do his ghost the wrong,

Enter Falstaff, singing. To hold your honour more precise and nice

Fal. When Arthur first in court-Empty the jordan With others, than with him; let them alone;

- And was a worthy king : [Exit Drow.) How now, The marshal, and the archbishop, are strong:

mistress Doll! Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers, Host. Sick of a calm: yea, good sooth. Today might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck,

Fal. So is all her sect; an they be once in a calm, Have talk of Monmouth's grave.

they are sick. North,

Beshrew your heart, Dol. You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from me, give me? With new lamenting ancient oversights.

Fal. You make fat rascals, mistress Doll. But I must go, and meet with danger there ;

Dol. I make them! gluttony and diseases make Or it will seek me in another place,

them: I make them not. And find me worse provided.

Fal. If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help Lady N.

O, fy to Scotland, to make the diseases, Doll : we catch of you, Doll, we Till that the nobles, and the armed commons, catch of you ; grant that, my poor virtue, grant that, Have of their puissance made a little taste.

Dol. Ay, marry; our chains, and our jewels. Lady P. If they get ground and vantage of the king, Fal. Your brooches, pearls, and owches ;-for to serve Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, bravely, is to come halting off, you know. To come To make strength stronger ; but, for all our loves, off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to sur

your moul

gery bravely; to venture upon the charged chambers Pist. Then to you, mistress Dorothy: I will charge bravely :

you. Doll. Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang your Dol. Charge me? I scorn you, scurvy companion, self!

What ! you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen Host. By my troth, this is the old fashion ; you two mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! I am meat never meet, but you fall to some discord : you are both, for your master in good troth, as rheumatic as two dry toasts ; you can Pist. I know you, mistress Dorothy. not one bear with another's confirmities. What the Dol. Away, you cat-purse rascal! you filthy bang, good-year! one must bear, and that must be you: [T. away! by this wine, 1'll thrust my knife in Doll.] you are the weaker vessel, as they say, the emp- | dy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. A. tier vessel.

way, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale jug Dol. Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full

gler, you !-Since when, I pray you, sir?-What, with hogshead ? there's a whole merchant's venture of Bour

two points on your shoulder? much! deaux stuff in him; you have not seen a hulk better

Pist. I will murder your ruff for this. stuffed in the hold.—Come, I'll be friends with thee,

Fal. No more, Pistol; I would not have you go off Jack : thou art going to the wars; and whether I shall

here: discharge yourself of our company, Pistol. ever see thee agair, or no, there is nobody cares. Host. No, good captain Pistol ; not here, sweet capRe-enter Drawer.

tain. Draw. Sir, ancient Pistol's below, and would speak Dol. Captain! thou abominable damned cheater, art with you.

thou not ashamed to be called-captain? If captains Dol. Hang him, swaggering rascal ! let him not come were of my mind, they would truncheon you out, for hither : it is the foul mouth'dst rogue in England. taking their names upon you before you have earned

Host. If he swagger, let him not come here : no, by them. You a captain, you slave! for what? for tear my faith ; I must live amongst my neighbours ; I'll ing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house?-He a cap no swaggerers: I am in good name and fame with the tain! Hang him, rogue! He lives upon mould, stewed very best :-Shut the door ;-there comes no swagger prunes, and dried cakes. A captain! these villains ers here: I have not lived all this while, to have swag will make the word captain as odious as the word oecogering now :-shut the door, I pray you.

py; which was an excellent good word before it was Fal. Dost thou hear, hostess ?-

ill sorted: therefore eaptains had need look to it. Host. Pray you, pacify yourself, sir John ; there Bard. Pray thee, go down, good ancient. comes no swaggerers here.

Fal. Hark thee hither, mistress Doll. Fal. Dost thou hear? it is mine ancient.

Pist. Not I: tell thee what, corporal Bardolph ;-) Host. Tillyfally, sir John, never tell me ; your an could tear her :-I'll be revenged on her. cient swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before Page. Pray thee, go down. master Tisic, the deputy, the other day; and, as he Pist. I'll see her damned first;-to Pluto's damned said to me,-it was no longer ago than Wednesday last, || lake, to the infernal deep, with Erebus and toitures - Neighbour Quickly, says he ;-master Dumb, our vile also. Hold hook and line, say I. Down! down, minister, was by then ;-Neighbour Quickly, says he, dogs! down, faitors! Have we not Hiren here! receive those that are civil; for, saith he, you are in Host. Good captain Peesel, be quiet; it is very late, an ill name ;-now he said so, I can tell whereupon ; i'faith: I beseek you now, aggravate your choler. for, says he, you are an honest woman, and well thought Pist. These be good humours, indeed! Shall pack. on; therefore take heed what guests you receive : Re horses, ceive, says he, no swaggering companions. There And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia, comes none here;- you would bless you to hear what Which cannot go but thirty miles a day, he said :-no, I'll no swaggerers.

Compare with Cæsars, and with Cannibals, Fal. He's do swaggerer, hostess ; a tame cheater, And Trojan Greeks ? nay, rather damn them with he; you may stroke him as gently as a puppy-grey King Cerberus ; and let the welkin roar. hound: he will not swagger with a Barbary hen, if Shall we fall foul for toys ? her feathers turn back in any show of resistance.-Call Host. By my troth, captain, these are very bitter him up, drawer.

words. Host. Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest Bard. Be gone, good ancient: this will grow to s man my house, nor no cheater: But I do not love swag brawl anon. gering; by my troth, I am the worse, when one says Pist. Die men, like dogs; give crowns like pins; swagger: feel, masters, how I shake ; look you, I war Have we not Hiren here? rant you.

Host. O' my word, captain, there's none such here. Dol. So you do, hostess.

What the good-year! do you think, I would deny her? Host. Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere an for God's sake, be quiet. aspen leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers.

Pist. Then, feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis : Enter Pistol, Bardolph, and Page.

Come, give's some sack, Pist. 'Save you, sir John!

Si fortuna me tormenta, sperato me contenta. Fal. Welcome, ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire: you with a cup of sack: do you discharge upon mine Give ine some sack ;-and, sweetheart, lie thou there. hostess.

[Laying down his steerd. Pist. I will discharge upon her, sir John, with two Come we to full points here; and are et acras de bullets.

thing? Fal. She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall hardly offend Fal. Pistol, I would be quiet. her.

Pist. Sweet knight, I kiss thy neif: What! we Host. Come, I'll drink no proofs, nor no bullets : I'll have seen the seven stars, drink no more than will do me good, for no man's pleas Dol. Thrust him down stairs; I cannot endure such

a fustian rascal.

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Pist. Thrust him down stairs ! know we not Gal. with telling of discreet stories : and such other gambol laway nags?

faculties he hath, that show a weak mind and an able Fal. Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groat || body, for the which the prince admits him : for the shilling: nay, if he do pothing but speak nothing, he || prince himself is such another; the weight of a hair shall be nothing here.

will turn the scales between their avoirdupois. Bard. Come, get you down stairs.

P. Hen. Would not this nave of a wheel have his Pist. What! shall we have incision? shall we im ears cut off? brue?

[Snatching up his sword. Poins. Let's beat him before his whore. Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days! P. Hen. Look, if the withered elder hath not his pole Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds clawed like a parrot. Uotwine the sisters three! come, Atropos, I say! Poins. Is it not strange, that desire should so many Host. Here's goodly stuff' toward !

years outlive performance? Fal. Give me my rapier, boy.

Fal. Kiss me, Doll. Del. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw. P. Hen. Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction! Fal. Get you down stairs.

what says the almanac to that? [Drawing, and driving Pistol out. Poins. And look, whether the fiery Trigon, his man, Hest. Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear keep- || be not lisping to his master's old tables ; his note-book, ing house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and frights. his counsel-keeper. So; murder, I warrant now.—Alas, alas! put up Fal. Thou dost give me flattering busses. your naked weapons, put up your naked weapons. Dol. Nay, truly; I kiss thee with a most constant

(Exeunt Pistol and Bardolph. || heart. Dol. I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal is gone.

Fal. I am old, I am old. Al, you whoreson little valiant villain, you.

Dol. I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy Host. Are you not hurt i'the groin? methought, he

young boy of them all. made a shrewd thrust at your belly.

Fal. What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall re Re-enter Bardolph.

ceive money on Thursday: thou shalt have a cap toFol. Have you turned him out of doors ?.

A merry song, come: it grows late, we'l to Bard. Yes, sir. The rascal's drunk: You have hurt | bed. Thou'lt forget me, when I am gone. kim, sir, in the shoulder.

Dol. By my troth, thou'lt set me a weeping, an thou Fal. A rascal! to brave me !

sayest so: prove that ever I dress myself handsome till Do!. Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, poor thy return. Well, hearken the end. spe, how thou sweat'st! Come, let me wipe thy face ; Fal. Some sack, Francis. -come on, you whoreson chops :-Ah, rogue! i'faith, P. Hen. Poins. Anon, anon, sir. [Advancing. I love thee. Thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy, Fal. Ha! a bastard son of the king's ?-And art not worth five of Agamemnon, and ten times better than thou Poins his brother? the nine worthies. Ah, villain!

P. Hen. Why, thou globe of sinful continents, what Fal. A raseally slave! I will toss the rogue in a

a life dost thou lead? blanket.

Fal. A better than thou; I am a gentleman, thou Dol. Do, if thou darest for thy heart: if thou dost,

art a drawer. I'll canvas thee between a pair of sheets.

P. Hen. Very true, sir; and I come to draw you Enter Music.

out by the ears.

Host. O, the Lord preserve thy good grace! by my Page. The music is come, sir. Fal. Let them play ;-Play, sirs.-Sit on my knee, i sweet face of thine! O Jesu, are you come from Wales?

troth, welcome to London.-Now the Lord bless that Doll. A rascal bragging slave! the rogue fled from

Fal. Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, -by me like quicksilver.

this light flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome. Dol, l'faith, and thou followed'st him like a church.

[Leaning his hand upon Doll Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig, Dol. How ! you fat fool, I scorn you. when wilt thou leave fighting o'days, and foining o' Poins. My lord, he will drive you out of your renights, and begin to patch up thine old body for

venge, and turn all to a merriment, if you take not heaven?

the heat. Enter behind, Prince Henry and Poins, disguised like P. Hen. You whoreson candle-mine, you, how vilely Drawers.

did you speak of me even now, before this honest, vir Fal. Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a death's tuous, civil gentlewoman? head: do not bid me remember mine end,

Host. 'Blessing o'your good heart! and so she is, by Del. Sirrah, what humour is the prince of ?

Fal. A good shallow young fellow: he would bave Fal. Didst thou hear me? inase a good pantler, he would have chipped bread P. Hen. Yes; and you knew me, as you did when well

you ran away by Gads-hill: you knew, I was at your Del. They say, Poins has a good wit.

baek; and spoke it on purpose, to try my patience. Fal. He a good wit ? hang him, baboon ! his wit is Fal. No, no, no; not so; I did not think, thou wast as thick as Tewksbury mustard ; there is no more con within hearing. seit in him, than is in a mallet.

P. Hen. I shall drive you then to confess the wilful Dol. Why does the prince love him so then? abuse ; and then I know how to handle you.

Fol. Because their legs are both of a bigness; and he Fal. No abuse, Hal, on mine honour; no abuse. plays at quoits well; and eats conger and fennel; and P. Hen. Not! to dispraise me; and call me-pantdrinks off candles'ends for flap-sIragons; and rides the ler, and bread-chipper, and I know not what? wild mare with the boys; and jumps upon joint-stools ; Fal. No abuse, Hal. and swcars with a good grace; and wears his boot very Poins. No abuse! stuoth, like unto the sign of the leg; and breeds no bate Fal. No abuse, Ned in the world; honest Ned, none.

my troth.

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