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P. Hen. Faith, it does mo; though it discolours Enter Bardolph and Page. the complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth it not show vilely in me, to desire small beer?

Bard. 'Save your grace! Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely

P. Hen. And yours, most noble Bardolph! studied, as to remember so weak a composition.

Bard. Come, you virtuous ass, Į To the page.] P. Hen. Belike then my appetite was not princely you bashful fool, must you be blushing ? whereiore got; for, by my troth, I do now remember the poor blush you now? What a maidenly man at arms are creature, small beer. But, indeed, these humble you become! Is it such a matter, to get a potileconsiderations make me out of love with my great-pot's maidenhead? What a disgrace is it to me, to remember

Page. He called me even now, my lord, through thy name? or to know thy face to-morrow ? or to a red lattice, and I could discern no part of his take note how many pair of silk stockings thou face from the window: at last, I spied his eyes; hast; viz. these, and those that were the peach- and, methought, he had made two holes in the alecoloured ones!' or to bear the inventory of thy wife's new petticoat, and peeped through. shirts ; as, one for superfuity, and one other for

P. Hen. Hath not the boy profited ? use?--but that, the tennis-court keeper knows bet

Bard. Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, ter than 1; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee, away! when thou keepest not racket there; as thou hast

Page. Away, you rascally Althea's dream, not done a great while, because the rest of thy low-away! countries have made a shift to eat up thy holland :

P. Hen. Instruct us, boy: What dream, boy? and God knows, whether those that bawl out the

Page. Marry, my lord, Althea dreamed she was ruins of thy linen,' shall inherit his kingdom; but delivered of a fire-brand; and therefore I call him the midwives say, the children are not in the fault: her dream. whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are

P. Hen. A crown's worth of good interpretation. mightily strengthened.

-There it is, boy.

[Gives him money. Poins. How’ill it follows, aster you have labour

Poins. O, that this good blossom could be kept ed so hard, you should talk'so idly! Tell me, how from cankers !–Well, there is sixpence to preserve

thee. many good young princes would do so, their fathers being so sick as yours at this time is ?

Bard. An you do not make him be hanged P. Hen. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins ? among you, the gallows shall have wrong. Poins. Yes; and let it be an excellent good thing.

P. Hen. And how doth thy master, Bardolph? P. Hen. It shall serve among wits of no higher

Bard. Well, my lord. He heard of your grace's breeding than thine.

coming to town; there's a letter for you. Poins. Go to; i stand the push of your one doth the Marllemas," your master ?

Poins. Delivered with good respect.-And how thing that you will tell. P. Hen. Why, I tell thee,-it is not meet that I

Bard. In bodily health, sir. should be sad, now my father is sick: albeit 1

Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a physi. could tell to thee (as to one it pleases me, for fault cian: but that moves not him ; though that be sick,

it dies not. of a better, to call my friend,) I could be sad, and sad indeed too.

P. Hen. I do allow this wen' to be as familiar Poins. Very hardly, upon such a subject.

with me as my dog: and he holds his place; for, P. Hen. By this hand, thou think'st me as far in look you, how he writes. the devil's book, as thou, and Falstafl, for obduracy

Poins. (Reads.] John Falstaff, knight,-- Every and persistency: Let the end try the man.

But 1 man must know that, as oft as he has occasion to tell thee, --my heart bleeds inwardly, that my father name himself. Even like those that are kin to the is so sick : and keeping such vile company as thou king; for they never prick their finger, but they art, hath in reason taken from me all ostentation say, There is some of the king's blood spilt : Home of sorrow.

comes that ? says he, that takes upon him not 10 Poins. The reason?

conceive: the answer is as ready as a borrower's P. Hen. What wouldst thou think of me, if I cap; I am the king's poor cousin, sir. should weep?

P. Hen. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will Poins. I would think thee a most princely hypo- fetch it from Japhet. But the letter :crite.

Poins. Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of P. Hen. It would be every man's thought: and the king, nearest his father, Harry, prince of thou art a blessed fellow, to think as every man Wales, greeting.-Why, this is a certificate. thinks; never a man's thought in the world keeps

P. Hen. Peace ! the road-way better than thine: every man would

Poins. I will imitate the honourable Roman in think me a hypocrite indeed. And what accites brevity :-he sure means brevity in breath; short

winded.- 1 commend me to thee, I commend thee, your most worshipful thought, to think so ?

Poins. Why, because you have been so lewd, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with Poins, and so much engraffed to Falstaff.

for he misuses thy favours so much, that he swears P. Hen. And to thee.

thou art to marry his sister Nell. Repent at idle Poins. By this light, I am well spoken of, I can tinies as thou may'st, and so farewell. hear it with my own ears : the worst that they can

Thine, by yea and no, (which is as say of me is, that I am a second brother, and that

much as to say, as thou usest him,) I am a proper fellow of my hands; and those two

Jack Falstafl, with my familiars ; things, I confess, I cannot help. By the mass, here

John, with my brothers and sislers, comes Bardolph.

and Sir John, with all Europe. P. Hen. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: he My lord, I will steep this letter in sack, and make had him from me Christian; and look, if the fat him eat it. yillain have not transformed bim ape.

P. Hen. That's to make him eat twenty of his (1) Children wrapt up in his old shirts, (3) Martinmas, St. Martin's day is Nov, 11. An ale-house window,

Swollen escrescence,

words. But do you use me thus, Ned ? must i Wherein the noble youth did dress thefnyelves. marty your sister?

He had no legs, that practis'd not his gaitį Poins. May the wench have no worse fortune ! And speaking thick, which nature made his blemitte but I never said so.

Became the accents of the valiant;, P. Hen. Well, thus we play the fools with the For those that could speak low, and tardily, time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds, Would turn their own perfection to abuse, and mock us.-- lx your master here in London ? To seem like him: So that, in speech, in gait, Bard. Yes, my lord.

In diet, in affections of delighty P. Hen. Where sups he? Doth the old boar feed In military rules, humours of blood, in the old frank?!

He was the mark and glass, copy and book, Bard. At the old place, my Jord; in Easteheap. That fashion'd others. And him, -0 wondrous him! P. Hen. What company ?

O miracle of men !-him did you leave Page. Ephesians, my lord; of the old church. (Second to none, unseconded by you,) P. Hen. Sup any women with him?

To look upon the hideous god of war Page. None, my lord, but old mistress Quickly, In disadvantage; to abide a field, and mistress Doll Tear-sheet.

Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name P. Hen. What pagan may that be?

Did seem defensible :-so you left him : Page. A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kins- Never, 0 never, do his ghost the wrong, woman of my master's.

To hold your honour more precise and nice P. Hen. Even such kin, as the parish heifers are with others, than with him; let them alone ; to the town bull.-Shall we steal upon them, Ned, The marshal, and the archbishop, are strong : at supper ?

Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers, Poins. I am your shadow, my lord ; I'll follow To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck, you.

Have talk of Monmouth's grave. P. Hen. Sirrah, you boy,-and Bardolph ;-no North.

Beshrew? your heart, word to your master, that I am yet come to town: Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from me, There's for your silence.

With new lamenting ancient oversights. Bard. I have no tongue, sir.

But I must go, and meet with danger there; Page. And for mine, sir,- I will govern it. Or it will seek me in another place,

P. Hen. Fare ye well; go-Exeunt Bardolph And find me worse provided. and Page.]-this Doll Tear-sheet should be some Lady N.

0, fly to Scotland, road.

Till that the nobles, and the armed commons, Poins. I warrant you, as common is the way Have of their puissance made a little taste. between Saint Alban's and London.

Lady P. If they get ground and vantage of the P. Hen. How might we see Falstaff bestow

king, himself to-night in his true colours, and not our-Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, selves be seen?

To make strength stronger; but, for all our loves, Poins. Put on two leather jerkins, and aprons, First let them try themselves : So did your son ; and wait upon him at his table, as drawers. He was so suffer'd ; so came I a widow;

P. Hen. From a god 10 a bull ? a heavy descen- And never shall have length of life enough, sion! it was Jove's case. From a prince to a 'pren- To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes, tice ? a low transformation! that shall be mine: That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven, for, in every thing, the purpose must weigh with For recordation to my noble husband. the folly. Follow me, Ned.

(Exeunt North. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with SCENE III.-Warkworth. Before the castle. As with the tide swelld up into its height,

my mind, Enter Northumberland, Lady Northumberland, That makes a still-stand, running neither way. and Lady Percy.

Fain would I go to meet the archbishop, North. I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle But many thousand reasons hold me back: daughter,

I will resolve for Scotland ; there am I, Give even way unto my rough affairs :

Till time and vantage crave my company. Put not you on the visage of the times,

(Exeunt. And be, like them, to Percy troublesome. SCENE IV.-London. A room in the Boar's

Lady N. I have given over, I will speak no more : Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide.

Head Tavern, in Eastcheap. Enter two Drawers. North. Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn; 1 Draw. What the devil hast thou brought there? And, but my going, nothing can redeem it. apple-Johns? thou know'st, sir John cannot endure Lady P. O, yet, for God's sake, go not to these an apple-John." wars!

2 Dravo. Mass, thou sayest true : The prince The time was, father, that you broke your word, once set a dish of apple-Johns before him, and told When you were more endear’d to it than now; him, there were five more sir Johns: and, putting When your own Percy,when my heart's dear Harry, off his hat, said, I will now take my leave of these Threw many a northward look, to see his father sir dry, round, old, wither'd knights. It angered Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain. him to the heart; but he hath forgot that. Who then persuaded you to stay at home?

1 Draw. Why then, cover, and set them down: There were two honours lost; yours, and your son's. And see if thou canst 'find out Sneak’s noise ;* misFor yours,-may heavenly glory brighten it! tress Tear-sheet would sain hear some music. DeFor his,-it stuck upon him, as the sun

spatch :—The room where they supped is too hot ; In the grey vault of heaven: and, by his light, they'll come in straight. Did all the chivalry of England move

2 Draw. Sirrah, here will be the prince, and To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass master Poins anon: and they will put on two of our (1) Sty. (2) IU-betide.

(4) Sneak was a street minstrel: a noise of mule (3) An apple that will keep two years, sicians anciently signified a concert,

you give me?

grant that.

jerkins, and aprons; and sir John must not knowi fal. Dost thou hear, hostess of it: Bardolph hath brought word.

Host. Pray you, pacify yourself, sir John ; there 1 Draw. By the mass, here will be old utis :' It comes no swaggerers. here. will be an excellent stratagem.

Fal. Dost thou hear? it is mine ancient. 2 Draw. I'll see, if I can tind out Sneak. (Exit. Host. Tilly-lally, sir John, never tell me ; your Enter Hostess and Doll Tear-sheet.

ancient swaggerer comes not in my doors. T was

before master Tisick, the deputy, the other day; Host. l'faith, sweet heart, methinks now you are and, as he said to me, --it was no longer ago than in an excellent good temperality: your pulsidge Wednesday last, -Neighbour Quickly, says he ; -beats as extraordinarily as heart would desire: and master Dumb, our minister, was by then ;-Nrighe your colour, I warrunt you, is as red as any rose : bour Quickly, says he, receive those that are civil; But, i'laith, you have drunk too much canaries ; for, saith be, you are in an ill name ; —now he said and that's a marvellous searching wine, and it per- so,'I can tell whereupon ; for, says he, you are en fumes the blood ere one can say,-What's this ? honest woman, and well thought on; therefore take How do you now?

heed what guests you receive : Receire, says he, Doll. Better than I was. Hem. Host. Why, that's well said; a good heart's here ;-you would bless you to hear what he said:

no swaggering companions.--There comes pone worth gold. "Look, here comes sir John.

-10, J'll no swaggerers. Enter Falstaff, singing.

Fal. He's no swangerer, hostess; a tamecheater, Fal. When Arthur first in court.- Empty the be; you may stroke him as gently as a puppy grevjordan.“And was a worthy king: [Erit Drawer.) if her feathers turn back in any show of resistance. How now, mistress Doll ?

-Call bim up, drawer.
Host. Sick of a calm: yea, good sooth.
Ful. So is all her sect; an they be once in a

Host. Cheater, call you him ? I will bar no calm, they are sick.

honest man my house, nor no cheater: But I do Doll. You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort not love swaggering; by my troth, I am the worse,

when one says-swageer: feel, masters, how Í Fal. You make fat rascals, mistress Doll.

shake; look you, I warrant you. Doll. I make them! gluttony and diseases make

Doll. So you do, hostess. them; I make them not.

Host. Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere Fal. If the cook help to make the gluttony, you an aspen leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers. help to make the diseases, Doll: we catch of you, Enter Pistol, Bardolph, and Page. Doll, we catch of you; grant that, my poor virtue,

Pist. 'Save you, sir John ! Doll. Ay, marry; our chains, and our jewels. Fal. Welcome, ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I

Fal. Your brooches, pearls, and ouches ;--for to charge you with a cup of sack: do you discharge serve bravely, is to come halting off, you know: To upon mine hostess. come off' the breach with his pike bent bravely, and Pist. I will discharge upon her, sir John, with to surgery bravely; to venture upon the charged two bullets. chambers- bravely :

Fal. She is pistol-proof, sir ; you shall hardly Doll. Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang offend her. yourself!

Host. Come, I'll drink no proofs, nor no bullets: Host. By my troth, this is the old fashion; you I'll drink no more than will do me good, for no two never meet, but you fall to some discord: you man's pleasure, I. are both, in good troth, as rheumatic as two dry Pist. Then to you, mistress Dorothy; I will toasts; you cannot one bear with another's confir- charge you. mities. What the good-year!) one must bear, and

Dill. Charge me? I scorn you, scurvy compathat must be you: [To Doll.] you are the weaker nion. What? you poor, base, rascally, cheating, vessel, as they say, the emptier vessel.

lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! Doll. Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge I am meat for your master. full hogshead ? there's a whole merchant's venture Pist. I know you, mistress Dorothy. of Bourdeaux stuff in him; you have not seen a Doll. Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy hulk better stuffed in the hold.--Come, I'll be bung, away! by this wine, I'll thrust my knife in friends with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars; your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cutile and whether I shall ever see thee again, or no, with me. Away, you botile-ale rascal! you basketthere is nobody cares.

hilt stale juggler, you!-Since when, I pray, you, Re-enter Drawer.

sir ?-Whal, with two points on your shoulder?

much! Draw. Sir, ancient* Pistol's below, and would Pist, I will murder your ruff for this. speak with you.

Fal. No more, Pistol ; I would not have you go Doll. Hang him, swaggering rascal ! let him off here: discharge yourself

of our company, Pistol

. not come hither : it is thc soul-inouth’dst rogue in Host. No, good captain Pistol ; not here, sweet England.

captain. Host. If he swagger, let him not come here: no, Doll. Captain ! thou abominable damned cheater, by my faith; I must live amongst my ncighbours , art thou not ashamed to be called-captain? Il I'll no swaggerers: I am in good name and same captains were of my mind, they would truncheon with the very best :-Shut the door;-there comes you out, for taking their names upon you before no swaggerers here: I have not lived all this while, you have earned them. You a captain, you slave! to have swaggering now :-Shut the door, I pray for what? for tearing a poor whore's ruff in a you.

bawdy-house?-He a captain! Hang him, rogue ! (1) Merry doings. (2) Small pieces of ordnance. (6) Gamester. 13) Mrs. Quickly's blunder for goujere, i.e. pox, (7) Laces, marks of his commission, (0) Ensign (5) A blustering, lighting fellow, 18) An expression of disdain,

He lives upon mouldy stewed prunes, and dried keeping house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and cakes. A captain! these villains will make the frights. So; murder, I warrant now._Alas, word captain as odious as the word occupy; which alas! put up your naked weapons, put up your was an excellent good word before it was ill-sort- naked weapons. (Exeunt Pistol and Bardolph. ed: therefore, captains had need look to it, Doll. I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal is

Bard. Pray thee, go down, good ancient. gone. Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, you, Fal. Hark thee hither, mistress Doll.

Host. Are you not hurt i'the groin? methought, Pist. Not I: tell thee what, corporal Bar- he made a shrewd thrust at your belly.

dolph ;I could tear her :- I'll be revenged on her.

Re-enter Bardolph. Page. Pray thee, go down.

Fal. Have you turned him out of doors ? Pist. I'll see her damned first ;-to Pluto's damn

Bard. Yes, sir. The rascal's drunk: you have ed lake, to the infernal deep, with Erebus and tor- hurt him, sir, in the shoulder. tures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I. Down!

Fal. A rascal! to brave me! down, dogs! down, faitors! Have we not Hiren Doll. Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, here ?2

poor ape, how thou sweat'st! Come, let me wipe Host. Good captain Peesel, be quiet ; it is very thy face; --come on, you whoreson chops:—Ah, late, i'faith: I beseek you now, aggravate your rogue ! i'laith, I love thee. Thou art as valorous as choler.

Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon, and ten Pist. These be good humours, indeed! Shall times better than the nine worthies. Ah, villain! pack-horses,

Fal. A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,

blanket. Which cannot go but ihirty miles a day,

De!l. Do, if thou darest for thy heart: if thou Compare with Cæsars, and with Cannibals, dost, I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets. And Trojan Grceks? nay, rather damn them with

Enter music. king Cerberus; and let the welkin roar.

Page. The music is come, sir. Shall we fall foul for toys ? Host. By my troth, captain, these are very bitter knee, Doll. A rascal bragging slave ! the rogue

Fal. Let them play ;-Play, sirs.-Sit on my words.

ned from me like quicksilver. Bard. Be gone, good ancient: this will grow

Doll. l'faith, and thou followedst him like a to a brawl anon. Pist. Die men, like dogs; give crowns like pins; boar-pig, when wilt thou leave fighting o'days, and

church. Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew Have we not Hiren here? Host. O' my word, captain, there's none such body for heaven?

Toining o'niyhts, and begin to patch up thine old here. What the good-year! do you think I would deny her? for God's sake, be quiet.

Enter behind, Prince Henry and Poins, disguised Pist. Then feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis :*

like drawers. Come, give's some sack.

Fal. Peace, good Doll! Do not speak like a Si fortuna me tormenta, sperato me con- death's head: do not bid me remember mine end. tenta.

Doll. Sirrah, what humour is the prince of? Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire: Fal. A good shallow young fellow: he would Give me some sack;-and, suvectheart, lie thou have made a good pantler, he would have chipped there.

(Laying down his sword. bread well. Come we to full points here; and are et ceteras Doll. They say, Poins has a good wit. nothing?

Fal. He a good wit ? hang him, baboon! his Fal. Pistol, I would be quiet.

wit is as thick as Tewksbury mustard : there is no Pist. Sweet knight, I kiss thy neil:s What! we more conecit in him, than is in a mallet. have seen the seven stars.

Doll. Why does the prince love him so then ? Doll. Thrust him down stairs; I cannot endure Fal. Because their legs are both of a bigness : such a fustian rascal.

and he plays at quoits well; and eats conger and Pist. Thrust him down stairs ! know we not fennel; and drinks off candles' ends for flap-draGalloway nags?

gons; and rides the wild mare with the boys; and Fal, Quoit' him down, Bardolph, like a shove jumps upon joint-stools; and swears with a good groat shilling: nay, if he do nothing but speak grace; and wears his boot very smooth, like unto nothing, he shall be nothing here.

the sign of the leg; and breeds no bate with telling Bard. Come, get you down stairs.

of discreet stories, and such other gambol faculties Pist. What! shall we have incision ? shall we he hath, that show a weak mind and an able body,

imbrue ?- [Snatching up his sword. for the which the prince admits him: for the prince Then death rock me asleep, abridge my dolesul himself is such another; the weight of a hair will days!

turn the scales between their avoirdupois. Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds P. Hen. Would not this nave of a wheel have Untwine the sisters three! Come, Atropos, I say ! his ears cut off? Host. Here's goodly stuff toward!

Poins. Let's beat him before his whore. Fal. Give me my rapier, boy.

P. Hen. Look, is the withered elder hath not Doll. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw. This poll clawed like a parrot. Fal. Get you down stairs.

Poins. Is it not strange, that desire should so (Draving, and driving Pistol out. many years outlive performance? Host. Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear Fal. Kiss me, Doll.

P. Hen. Saturn and Venus this year in conjunc(1) Traitors, rascals.

tion! what says the almanac to that? (2) A quotation from a play of G. Peele's. (3) Blunder for Hannibal.

(5) Fist. (6) Common hacknies. (4) Parody of a line in the Battle of Alcasar, an (7) Throw,

18) Part of an ancient song. old play.

(9) Thrusting.

Poins. And, look, whether the fiery Trigon,' his where he doth nothing but roast malt-worins. For man, be not lisping to his master's old tables ; his the boy,- there is a good angel about him; but note-book, bis counsel-beeper.

the devil outbids him too. Fal. Thou dost give me flattering busses. P. Hen. For the women,

Doll. Nay, truly; I kiss thee with a most con- Fal. For one of them, she is in hell already, stant heart.

and burns, poor soul! For the other,-I owe her Fal. I am old, I am old.

money; and whether she be damned for that, I Doll. I love thec belle: than I love e'er a scurvy know not. young boy of them all.

Host. No, I warrant you. Fal. What stuff wilt have a kirtle? of? I shall Fal. No, I think thou art not; I think, thou art receive money on Thursday: thou shalt have a cap quit for that: Marry, there is another indictment to-morrow. A merry song, come: it grows late, upon thee, for suffering Alesh to be eaten in thy we'll to bed. Thou'st forget me, when I am gone. house, contrary to the law; for the which, I think,

Doll. By my troth, thou'lt set me a weeping, an thou wilt howl. thou sayest so: prove that ever I dress myself hand- Host. All victuallers do so : What's a joint of some till thy return.-- -Well, hearken the end. mutton or two in a whole Lent? Fal. Some sack, Francis.

P. Ilen. You, gentlewoman, P. Hen. Poins. Anon, anon, sir. [ Advancing. Doll. What says your grace?

Fa. Ha! a bastard son of the king's—And art Fal. His grace says that which his flesh rebels not thou Poins his brother?

against. P. Hen. Why, thou globe of sinsul continents, Tost. Who knocks so loud at door ? look to the what a life dost thou Icad ?

door there, Francis. Fal. A better than thou; I am a gentleman,

Enter Peto. thou art a drawer. P. Hen. Very true, sir; and I come to draw

P. Hlen. Peto, how now? what news? you out by the cars.

Pelo. The king, your father, is at Westminster; Host. O, the Lord preserve thy good grace! by And there are twenty weak and wearied posts, my troth, welcome to London. ---Now the Lord Come from the north: and, as I came along, bless that sweet face of thinc ! 0 Jesu, are you Barc-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns,

inct, and overlook, a dozen captains, come from Wales ? Fal. Thou whoreson mad compound of majes:^ P. Hien. By heaven, Poins, I feel ine much to

And asking every one for sir John Falstaff. tyy-by this light flesh and corrupt blood, thou art

blame, welcome.

(Leaning his hand upon Doll. Doll. How! you fat fool, I scorn you.

So idly lo profane the precious time; Poins. My lord, he will drive you out of your Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt,

Wheri tempest of commotion, like the south, revenge, and turn all to a merriment, if you take And drop upon our bare unarined heads. not the heat. P. Hen. You whorcson candle-mine, you; how Give me my sword, and cloak :-Falstaf, good

night, vilely did you speak of me even now,

before this honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman?

(Ere. P. Henry, Poins, Peto, and Bardolph.

Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel or ihe Hosi. 'Blessing o’your good heart! and so shc is, by my troth.

night, and we must hence, and leave it unpicked. Fál. Didst thou hear me?

[Knocking heard.) More knocking at the door? P. Hen. Yes; and you know me, as you did

Re-enter Bardolph. when you ran away by Gads-hill: you knew, I How now? what's the matter ? was at your back; and spoke it on purpose to try Bard. You must away to court, sir, presently; my patience.

A dozen captains stay at door for you. Fal. No, no, no; not so; I did not think thou Fal. Pay the musicians, sirrah. (To the Page.)wast within hearing.

Farewell, hostess;-Farewell, Doll.—You see, my P. Hen. I shall drive you then to confess the good wenches, how men of merit are sought after: wilful abuse; and then I know how to handle you. the undeserver may sleep, when the man of action

Fal. No abuse, Hal, on mine honour; no abuse. is called on. Farewell, good wenches: If I be not

P. Hen. Not!' to dispraise me; and call me sent away post, I will see you again ere I go. pantler, and bread-chipper, and I know not what? Doll. I cannot speak;-If my heart be not ready Fal. No abuse, Hal.

to burst:-Well, sweet Jack, have a care of theselt. Poins. No abuse !

Fal. Farewelí, farewell. [Ere. Fal, and Bard. Fal. No abuse, Ned, in the world; honest Ned, Host. Well, fare thee well : I have known thee none. I dispraised him before the wicked, that the these twenty-nine years, come peascod-time; but wicked might not fall in love with him :-in which an honester, and iruer-hearted man,-Well, fare doing, I have done the part of a careful friend, and thce well. a true subject, and thy father is to give me thanks Bard. (Wilhin.) Mistress Tear-sheet, — for it. No abuse, Hal; none, Ned, nonc ;--no, Host. What's the matter ? boys, none.

Bard. (Within.] Bid mistress Tear-sheet come P. Hen. See, now, whether pure sear, and en- to my master. tire cowardice, doth not make thee wrong this vir- Host. O run, Doll, run; run, good Doll. [E.te. tuous gentlewoman to close with us? Is she of the wicked ? Is thine hostess here of the wicked? Or is the boy of the wicked? Or honcst Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his nose, of the wicked ?

ACT III. Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, answer.

Fel. The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph ir- SCENE I.--A room in the palace. Enter King recoverable: and his face is Lucifer's privy kitchen,

Henry, in his night-gown, with a Page.

K. Hen. Go, call tho earls of Surrey, and of (1) An astronomical term. (2) A short cloak.


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