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An 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to break Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a the pate of thee, I am a very villain. Come, and false thief. be hanged : - Hast no faith in thee?
Gads. Go to; Homo is a common name to all
Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the Enter GadsHILL
stable. Farewell, you muddy knave. (Eseunt. Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock? 1 Car. I think it be two o'clock.
SCENE II. Gads. I pr’ythee, lend me thy lantern, to see my
The Road by Gadshill. gelding in the stable.
Enter PRINCE HENRY and Porns; BARDOLPH and 1 Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick
Pero, at some distance. worth two of that, i'faith. Gads. I pr’ythee, lend me thine.
Poins. Come, shelter, shelter ; I have removed 2 Car. Ay, when ? canst tell ?
- Lend me thy
Falstaff's horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet lantern, quoth a ?- marry, I'll see thee hanged
P. Hen. Stand close. first.
Enter FalsTAFF. Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London ?
Fal. Poins ! Poins, and be hanged ! Poins ! 2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle,
P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal ; What a I warrant thee. - Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call brawling dost thou keep ! up the gentlemen ; they will along with company,
Fal. Where's Poins, Hal ? for they have great charge.
P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the hill ; Gads. What, ho! chamberlain !
I'll go seek him.
[Pretends to seek Porss. Cham. [Within.) At hand, quoth pick-purse.
Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thief's comGads. That's even as fair as — at hand, quoth the pany : the rascal hath removed my horse, and tied chamberlain : for thou variest no more from picking him I know not where. If I travel but four foot by of purses, than giving direction doth from labour- the squire further afoot, I shall break my wind. ing; thou lay'st the plot how.
Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death for all this,
if I 'scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have Enter Chamberlain.
forsworn his company hourly any time this twoCham. Good-morrow, master Gadshill. It holds and-twenty years; and yet I am bewitched with the current, that I told you yesternight: There's a rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me franklin in the wild of Kent, hath brought three medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; hundred marks with him in gold : I heard him tell it could not be else ; I have drunk medicines. it to one of his company, last night at supper; a
Poins ! - Hal ! - a plague upon you both! _Barkind of auditer ; one that hath abundance of charge ther. An 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to turn
dolph !— Peto !—I'll starve, ere I'll rob a foot furtoo, God knows what. They are up already, and call for eggs and butter : They will away presently.
true man, and leave these rogues, I am the veriest Gods. Sirrah, if they meet not with saint Ni-varlet that ever chewed with a tooth. Eight yards cholas' clerks, I'll give thee this neck.
of uneven ground, is threescore and ten miles afoot Cham. No, I'll none of it : I pr’ythee, keep that with me; and the stony-hearted villains know it for the hangman; for, I know, thou worship’st well enough: A plague upon't, when thieves cansaint Nicholas as truly as a man of falsehood may.
not be true to one another! (They whistle.) Whew! Gads. What talkest thou to me of the hangman?
-A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows : for, if rogues ; give me my horse, and be hanged. I hang, old sir John hangs with me; and, thou
P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down ; lay thine knowest, he's no starveling. Tut! there are other
ear close to the ground, and list if thou canst hear Trojans that thou dreamest not of, the which, for the tread of travellers. sport sake, are content to do the profession some
Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, begrace; that would, if matters should be looked into, ing down? 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so for their own credit sake, make all whole.
far afoot again, for all the coin in thy father's es. joined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, six- chequer. What a plague mean ye to colt me thus ? penny strikers; none of these mad, mustachio pur
P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou ple-hued malt-worms : but with nobility, and tran
art uncolted. quillity; burgomasters, and great oneyers ; such as
Fal. I pr’ythee, good prince Hal, help me to can hold in ; such as will strike sooner than speak, my horse, good king's son. and speak sooner than drink, and drink sooner than
P. Hen. Out, you rogue ! shall I be your ostler ? pray: And yet I lie; for they pray continually to
Fal. Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-apparent their saint, the commonwealth ; or, rather, not pray garters! If I be ta’en, I'll peach for this. An I to her, but prey on her ; for they ride up and down have not ballads made on you all, and sung to filthy on her, and make her their boots.
tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison : When a Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots ? jest is so forward, and afoot too, I hate it. will she hold out water in foul way?
Enter GADSHILL. Gads. She will, she will ; justice hath liquored her. We steal as in a castle, cock-sure; we have
Gads. Stand. the receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible.
Fal. So I do, against my will. Cham. Nay, by my faith ; I think you are more Poins. O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. beholden to the night, than to fern-seed, for your walking invisible.
Enter BARDOLPH. Gads. Give me thy hand : thou shalt have a share Bard. What news? in our purchase, as I am a true man.
Gads. Case ye, case ye; on with your visors;
there's money of the king's coming down the hill ; | Each takes his fellow for an officer. 'tis going to the king's exchequer.
Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death, Fal. You lie, you rogue ; 'tis going to the king's And lards the lean earth as he walks along : tavern.
Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him. Gads. There's enough to make us all.
Poins. How the rogue roar'd ! (Exeunt. Fal. To be hanged.
P. Hen. Sirs, you four shall front them in the SCENE III.—Warkworth. A Room in the Castle. narrow lane; Ned Poins and I will walk lower : if they 'scape from your encounter, then they light
Enter HOTSPUR, reading a letter.
- But, for mine oun part, my lord, I could be Peto. How many be there of them?
well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear Gads. Some eight, or ten.
your house. — He could be contented, — Why is Fel. Zounds ! will they not rob us ?
he not then? In respect of the love he bears our P. Hen. What, a coward, sir John Paunch ?
he shows in this, he loves his own barn Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your better than he loves our house. Let me see some grandfather : but yet no coward, Hal.
The purpose you undertake, is dangerous ; P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof. Why, that's certain ; 'tis dangerous to take a cold,
Pans. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the to sleep, to drink : but I tell you, my lord fool, out hedge ; when thou need'st him, there thou shalt of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. find himn. Farewell, and stand fast.
The purpose you undertake, is dangerous ; the friends Ful. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be you have named, uncertain ; the time itself, unsorted; banged.
and your whole plot too light, for the counterpoise of P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises ?
so great an opposition. Say you so, say you so? I Poius. Here, hard by ; stand close.
say unto you again, you are a shallow, cowardly (Eseunt P. Henry and Poins. hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is this? By Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; say I; every man to his business.
our friends true and constant : a good piot, good
friends, and full of expectation : an excellent plot, Enter Travellers.
very good friends.
What a frosty-spirited rogue is 1 Trav. Come, neighbour ; the boy shall lead this? Why, my lord of York commends the plot, uw horses down the hill : we'll walk áfoot awhile, and the general course of the action. 'Zounds, an and ease our legs.
I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with Thizzes. Stand.
his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, Trav. Jesu bless us !
and myself ? lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of Fed. Strike; down with them ; cut the villains' | York, and Owen Glendower ? Is there not, besides, threats : Ah! whoreson caterpillars ! bacon-fed the Douglas? Have I not all their letters, to meet knares! they hate us youth : down with them; me in arms by the ninth of the next month ? and izece tbem.
are they not, some of them, set forward already? I Trar. O, we are undone, both we and ours, What a pagan rascal is this ? an infidel? Ha! you
shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves ; Are ye un heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our done ? No, ye fat chuffs; I would, your store were proceedings. O, I could divide myself, and go to bere! On, bacons, on! What, ye knaves? young buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed milk Den must live: You are grand-jurors are ye? We'll with so honourable an action! Hang him! Let him jure ye, i'faith.
tell the king : We are prepared : I will set forward (Exunt Fals. fc. driving the Travellers out. to-night. Re-enter Prince Henry and Poins.
Enter Lady Percy. P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true men: How now, Kate? I must leave you within these Non could thou and I rob the thieves, and go mer
two hours. rily to London, it would be argument for a week, Lady. O, my good lord, why are you thus alone? laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever.
For what offence have I, this fortnight, been Points. Stand close, I hear them coming.
A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed ?
Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee Re-enter Thieves.
Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Fel. Come, my masters, let us share, and then why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth ; to borse before day. An the prince and Poins be And start so often when thou sit'st alone? Lot two arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring : Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks; there's no more valour in that Poins, than in a wild And given my treasures, and my rights of thee, duck.
To thick-ey'd musing, and curs’d melancholy? P. Hen. Your money. [Rushing out upon them. In thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watch'd, Puins. Villains.
And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars : (As they are sharing, the PRINCE and Poins Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
st upon them. Falstaff, after a blow or Cry, Courage ! - to the field! And thou hast talk'd two, and the rest, run away, leaving their of sallies, and retires ; of trenches, tents, broly behind them.)
Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets; P. Hen. Got with much ease. Now merrily to Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin ; borse :
Of prisoners' ransome, and of soldiers slain,
And thus hath so bestir'd thee in they sleep, To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.
It must, of force. And in thy face strange motions have appear'd, Such as we see when men restrain their breath On some great sudden haste. O, what portents are SCENE IV. - Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's these?
Head Tavern. Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
Enter PRINCE HENRY and Poiss. And I must know it, else he loves me not. Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packet P. Hen. Ned, pr’ythee, come out of that fat room, gone?
and lend me thy hand to laugh a little.
Poins. Where hast been, Hal ?
P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, amongst Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago.
three or four score hogsheads. I have sounded the Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from the very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn sheriff?
brother to a leash of drawers; and can call them all Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even now.
by their christian names, as
Tom, Dick, and Hot. What horse ? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not? Francis. They take it already upon their salvation, Serv. It is, my lord.
that, though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the Hot.
That roan shall be my throne. king of courtesy; and tell me flatly I am no proud Well, I will back him straight : O esperance !
Jack, like Falstaff; but a Corinthian, a lad of metBid Butler lead him forth into the park.
tle, a good boy, — by the Lord, so they call me;
[Exit Servant. and when I am king of England, I shall command Lady. But hear you, my lord.
all the good lads in Eastcheap. They call — drinkHot.
What say'st, my lady ? ing deep, dying scarlet ; and when you breathe in Lady. What is it carries you away?
your watering, they cry- hem! and bid you play Hot.
My horse, it off. To conclude, I am so good a proficient in My love, my horse.
one quarter of an hour, that I can drink with any Lady.
Out, you mad-headed ape ! tinker in his own language during my life. I tell A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen,
thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honour, that thou As you are toss'd with. In faith,
wert not with me in this action. But, sweet Ned, I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. - to sweeten which name of Ned, I give thee this I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir
pennyworth of sugar, clapped even now into my About his title; and hath sent for you,
hand by an under-skinker ; one that never spake To line his enterprize: But if you go
other English in his life, than — Eight shillings and Hot. So far afoot, I shall be woary, love. sixpence, and You are welcome ; with this shrill ad.
Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, answer me dition, - Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint of bastard Directiy to this question that I ask.
in the Half-moon, or so.
But, Ned, to drive away In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, the time till Falstaff come, I pr’ythee, do thou stand An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.
in some by-room, while I question my puny drawer, Hot. Away,
to what end he gave me the sugar; and do thor Away, you trifler! - Love? - I love thee not, never leave calling - Francis, that his tale to me I care not for thee, Kate : this is no world, may be nothing but - anon. Step aside, and I'll To play with mammets, and to tilt with lips : show thee a precedent. We must have bloody noses, and crack'd crowns,
Poins. Francis ! And pass them current too.
- Gods me, my
P. Hen. Thou art perfect. horse!
Poins. Francis ! What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou have with me?
Enter FRANCIS. Lady. Do you not love me? do you not, in- Fran. Anon, anon, sir. deed ?
pomegranate, Ralph. Well, do not then ; for, since you love me not, P. Hen. Come hither, Francis. I will not love myself. Do you not love me? Fran. My lord. Nay, tell me, if you speak in jest, or no.
P. Hen. How long hast thou to serve, Francis ? Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride?
Fran. Forsooth, five year, and as much as to – And when I am o'horse-back, I will swear
Poins. [Within.) Francis ! I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate ;
Fran. Anon, anon, sir. I must not have you henceforth question me P. Hen. Five years! by’rlady, a long lease fur Whither I go, nor reason whereabout :
the clinking of pewter. But, Francis, darest Alasu Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude, be so valiant, as to play the coward with thy index This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate. ture, and to shew it a fair pair of heels, and rue I know you wise ; but yet no further wise,
from it? Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are ;
Pran. O lord, sir! I'll be sworn upon all the But yet a woman : and for secrecy,
books in England, I could find in my heart No lady closer; for I well believe,
Poins. (Within.] Francis ! Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know ; Fran. Anon, anon, sir. And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate !
P. Hen. How old art thou, Francis ? Lady. How! so far?
Fran. Let me see, - About Michaeimas delt Hot. Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate ? shall be Whither I go, thither shall you go too ;
Puins, [Within.] Francis !
- Look down into the
Fran. Anon, sit. – Pray you, stay a little, my sack, boy.-- Ere I lead this life long, I'll sew netherlord.
stocks, and mend them, and foot them too. A P. Hen. Nay, but hark you, Francis: For the plague of all cowards ! - Give me a cup of sack, sugar thou gavest me, - 'twas a pennyworth, was't rogue. - Is there no virtue extant ? (He drinks. Dot?
P. Hen. Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of Fran. O lord, sir! I would, it had been two. butter? pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand pound : sweet tale of the son ! if thou didst, then behold ak me when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it. that compound Paine. (Within.] Francis !
Fal. You rogue, here's lime in this sack too : Fran. Anon, anon.
There is nothing but roguery to be found in vilP. Hen. Anon, Francis ? No, Francis : but to lainous man : Yet a coward is worse than a cup of morrow, Francis ; or, Francis, on Thursday ; or, sack with lime in it: a villainous coward. - Go thy indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But, Francis, ways, old Jack ; die when thou wilt, if manhood, Fran. My lord ?
good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the P. Hen. Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crys- earth, then am I a shotten herring. There live not tal button, nott-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, three good men unhanged in England ; and one of caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch, - them is fat, and grows old : God help the while ! a Fran. O lord, sir, who do you mean?
bad world, I say! I would I were a weaver; I could P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard is your sing psalms or any thing : A plague of all cowards, only drink: for, look you, Francis, your white can
I say still. vas doublet will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot
P. Hen. How now, woolsack ? what mutter you? come to so much.
Fal. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of Fron. What, sir?
thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy Puâns. [Within.] Francis !
subjects afore thee like a flock of wild geese, I'll P. Hen. Away, you rogue; Dost thou not hear never wear hair on my face more. You prince of then call?
Wales ! (Here they both call him ; the Drawer stands P. Hen. Why, you whoreson round man! what's amazed, not knowing which way to go.
Fal. Are you not a coward ? answer me to that ; Enter Vintner.
and Poins there? Fint. What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st such Poins. 'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me a calling? Look to the guests within. (Exit Fran.] | coward, I'll stab thee. My lord, old sir John, with half a dozen more, are Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere at the door; Shall I let them in ?
I call thee coward: but I would give a thousand P. Hen. Let them alone awhile, and then open pound, I could run as fast as thou canst. You are the door. (Exit Vintner.] Poins !
straight enough in the shoulders, you care not who Re-enter Poins.
sees your back : Call you that, backing of your
friends ? A plague upon such backing! give me Peins. Anon, anon, sir.
them that will face me. Give me a cup of sack : — P. Hen. Sirrah, Falstaff, and the rest of the I am a rogue, if I drunk to-day. thieves are at the door ; Shall we be merry ?
P. Hen. ó villain! thy lips are scarce wiped Peins. As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark since thou drunk'st last. ye; What eunning match have you made with this
Fal. All's one for that. A plague of all cowards, jest of the drawer? come, what's the issue ? still say I.
(He drinks. P. Hen. I am now of all humours, that have
P. Hen. What's the matter? showed themselves humours, since the old days of Fal. What's the matter ? there be four of us here goodman Adam, to the pupil age of this present have ta'en a thousand pound this morning. twelve o'еlock at midnight. (Re-enter FRANCIS, P. Hen. Where is it, Jack? where is it? with spine.) What's o'clock, Francis ?
Fal. Where is it? taken from us it is: a hundred Fren. Anon, anon, sir.
upon poor four us. P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer
P. Hen. What, a hundred, man? Fords than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman!
Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword His industry is — up-stairs, and down-stairs; his elo- with a dozen of them two hours together. I have quence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of 'scap'd by miracle. I am eight times thrust through Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north; he that the doublet ; four, through the hose; my buckler kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a
cut through and through; my sword hacked like a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, hand-saw, ecce signum. I never dealt better since Fre upon this quiet life! I utunt work. O my sweet I was a man: all would not do. A plague of all Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed to-day? cowards! - Let them speak : if they speak more or Give my roan horse a drench, says he ; and answers, less than truth, they are villains, and the sons of Some fourteen, an hour after; a trifle, a trifle. I darkness. pr’ythee, call in Falstaff: I'll play Percy, and that P. Hen. Speak, sirs ; how was it? danned brawn shall play dame Mortimer his wife. Gads. We four set upon some dozen, Piso says the drunkard. Call in ribs, call in tallow. Fal. Sixteen, at least, my lord. Enter Falstarf, Gadshill, BARDOLPH, and
Gads. And bound them.
Peto. No, no, they were not bound.
Fal. You rogue, they were bound, every man of Pains. Welcome, Jack. Where hast thou been ? them; or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.
Fal. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a ven- Gads. As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh geance too marry, and amen! - Give me a cup of men set upon us,
Fal. And unbound the rest, and then come in P. Hen. Well, breathe a while, and then to it the other.
again : and when thou hast tired thyself in base comP. Hen. What, fought ye with them all ? parisons, hear me speak but this.
Fal. All? I know not what ye call, all ; but if I Poins. Mark, Jack. fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of P. Hen. We two saw you four set on four ; you radish : if there were not two or three and fifty upon bound them, and were masters of their wealth. poor old Jack, then am I no two-legged creature. Mark now, how plain a tale shall put you down.
Poins. Pray God, you have not murdered some Then did we two set on you four: and, with a word, of them.
out-faced you from your prize, and have it; yea, and Fal. Nay, that's past praying for : I have pep- can show it you here in the house: -and, Falstaff, pered two of them: two, I am sure, I have paid; you carried your guts away as nimbly, with as quick two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, dexterity, and roared for mercy, and still ran and Hal, - if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me roared, as over I heard bull-calf. What a slave art horse. Thou knowest my old ward ; - here I lay, thou, to hack thy sword as thou hast done; and then and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram say, it was in fight! What trick, what device, what let drive at me,
starting-hole, canst thou now find out, to hide thee P. Hen. What, four ? thou said'st but two, even from this open and apparent shame?
Poins. Come, let's hear, Jack; What trick hast Fal. Four, Hal; I told thee four.
thou now? Poins. Ay, ay, he said four.
Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye, as well as he that Fal. These four came all a-front, and mainly made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters: Was it for me, thrust at me. I made me no more ado, but took to kill the heir apparent ? Should I turn upon the all their seven points in my target, thus.
true prince ? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as P. Hen. Seven ? why, there were but four, even Hercules : but beware instinct ; the lion will not
touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; Fal. In buckram.
I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better Poins. Ay, four, in buckram suits.
of myself, and thee, during my life; I, for a valiant Fal. Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else. lion, and thou, for a true prince. But, by the Lord, P. Hen. Pr'ythee,, let him alone; we shall have lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess,
clap to the doors ; watch to-night, pray to-morrow. Fal. Dost thou hear me, Hal ?
- Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles P. Hen. Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.
of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be Fal. Do so, for it is worth the listening to. merry ? shall we have a play extempore ? These nine in buckram, that I told thee of,
P. Hen. Content; - and the argument shall be, P. Hen. So, two more already.
thy running away. Fal. Their points being broken,
Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me Poins. Down fell their hose.
Enter Hostess. Fal. Began to give me ground : But I followed me close, came in foot and hand; and, with a Host. My lord the prince, thought, seven of the eleven I paid.
P. Hen. How now, my lady the hostess? what P. Hen. O monstrous ! eleven buckram men say'st thou to me? grown out of two !
Host. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the Fal. But, as the devil would have it, three mis- court at door, would speak with you: he says, he begotten knaves, in Kendal green, came at my comes from your father. back, and let drive at me ; – for it was so dark, P. Hen. Give him as much as will make him Hal, that thou could'st not see thy hand.
royal man, and send him back again to my mother. P. Hen. These lies are like the father that begets Fal. What manner of man is he? them ; gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, Host. An old man. thou clay-brained guts; thou knotty-pated fool : Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at midthou whoreson, obscene, greasy tallow-keech, night ? -- Shall I give him his answer ?
Fal. What, art thou mad ? art thou mad ? is not P. Hen. Pr'ythee, do, Jack. the truth, the truth ?
Fal. 'Faith, and I'll send him packing. (Erik P. Hen. Why, how could'st thou know these men P. Hen. Now, sirs ; by'r lady, you fought fair; in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou could'st - so did you, Peto ; – so did you, Bardolph : you not see thy hand ? come tell us your reason ; What are lions too, you ran away upon instinct, you will sayest thou to this?
not touch the true prince; no, - fye! Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason. Bard. 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.
Fal. What, upon compulsion ? No; were I at the P. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, How came Pad strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not staff's sword so hacked ? tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on com- Peto. Why, he hacked it with his dagger; and pulsion! if reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I said, he would swear truth out of England, but the would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I. would make you believe it was done in fight; srud
P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of Wis sin ; this persuaded us to do the like. sanguine coward, this bed-presser, the worse back- Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spots breaker, this huge hill of flesh ;
grass, to make them bleed; and then to beslubber Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried our garments with it, and to swear it was the blood neat's-tongue, bull's pizzle, you stock-fish, — 0, for of true men. I did that I did not this seven yek breath to utter what is like thee ! — you tailor's before, I blushed to hear his monstrous devices yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing P. Hen. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack tuck;
eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the manner,