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The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword But shadows and the shows of men, to fight;
Had three times slain th' appearance of the king, For that same word, rebellion, did divide
'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame The action of their bodies from their souls,
Of those that turn'd their backs; and in his flight, And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd
Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all As men drink potions, that their weapons only
Is, that the king hath won, and hath sent out

Seem'd on our side ; but, for their spirits and souls, A speedy power, to encounter you, my lord,

This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, Under the conduct of young Lancaster,

As fish are in a pond. But now, th' archbishop And Westmoreland. This is the news at full. Turns insurrection to religion :

North. For this I shall have time enough to mourn. Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts, In poison there is physic; and these news,

He's follow'd both with body and with mind, Having been well, that would have made me sick, And doth enlarge his rising with the blood Being sick, have in some measure made me well: Of fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones; And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause; Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,

Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land, Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire

Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke, Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs,

And more, and less, do flock to follow him. Weaken’d with grief, being now enrag'd with grief, North. I knew of this before; but, to speak truth, Are thrice themselves. Hence, therefore, thou nice This present grief had wip'd it from my mind. crutch!

Go in with me; and counsel every man A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel,

The aptest way for safety, and revenge. Must glove this hand : and hence, thou sickly quoif! Get posts and letters, and make friends with speed : Thou art a guard too wanton for the head,

Never so few, and never yet more need. [Exeunt. Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit.

SCENE II.-London. A Street.
Now bind my brows with iron; and approach
The rugged'st hour that time and spite dare bring,

Enter Sir John Falstaff, with his Page bearing his

Sword and Buckler. To frown upon th' enrag'd Northumberland. Let heaven kiss earth : now, let not nature's hand Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my Keep the wild flood confin'd: let order die ;

water? And let this world no longer be a stage,

Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy To feed contention in a lingering act,

water ; but the party that owed it, he might have But let one spirit of the first-born Cain

more diseases than he knew for. Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set

Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,

the brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not And darkness be the burier of the dead!

able to invent any thing that tends to laughter, more Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only lord.

witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your I do here walk before thee, like a sow that hath overhonour.

whelmed all her litter but one: if the prince put thee Mor. The lives of all your loving complices into my service for any other reason than to set me off, Lean on your health; the which, if you give o'er why then, I have no judgment. Thou whoreson manTo stormy passion, must perforce decay.

drake, thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to You cast the event of war, my noble lord,

wait at my heels. I was never manned with an agate And summ'd the account of chance, before you said,- till now: but I will in-set you neither in gold 'nor Let us make head. It was your presurmise,

silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back again to That in the dole of blows your son might drop: your master, for a jewel; the juvenal, the prince your You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, master, whose chin is not yet fledged. I will sooner More likely to fall in, than to get o'er :

have a beard grow in the palm of my hand, than he You were advis'd, his flesh was capable

shall get one on his cheek; and yet he will not stick Of wounds and scars, and that his forward spirit to say, his face is a face-royal. God may finish it when Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd ; he will, it is not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still Yet did you say,—Go forth ; and none of this, as a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn six-pence Though strongly apprehended, could restrain out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as if he had The stiff-borne action : what hath then befallen, writ man ever since his father was a batchelor. He Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth, may keep his own grace, but he is almost out of mine, More than that being which was like to be?

I can assure him.- What said master Dumbleton about Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, the satin for my short cloak, and my slops ? Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas,

Page. He said, sir, you should procure him better That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one; assurance than Bardolph; he would not take his bond And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd

and yours : he liked not the security. Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd,

Fál. Let him be damned like the glutton : may his And, since we are o'erset, venture again.

tongue be hotter.-A whoreson Achitophel; a rascally Come, we will all put forth; body, and goods. yea-forsooth knave, to bear a gentleman in hand, and Mor. 'Tis more than time: and, my most noble then stand upon security!—The whoreson smooth-pates lord,

do now wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches of I hear for certain, and dare speak the truth,

keys at their girdles; and if a man is thorough with The gentle archbishop of York is up,

them in honest taking up, then must they stand upon With well-appointed powers : he is a man,

security. I had as lief they would put ratsbane in Who with a double surety binds bis followers. my mouth, as offer to stop it with security. I looked My lord your son had only but the corps,

he should have sent me two and twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he sends me security. Well, Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as it is. he may sleep in security; for he hath the horn of abun- Fal. It hath its original from much grief; from dance, and the lightness of his wife shines through it; study, and perturbation of the brain. I have read and yet cannot he see, though he have his own lantern the cause of his effects in Galen : it is a kind of deafto light him.- Where's Bardolph?

ness. Page. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship Ch. Just. I think you are fallen into the disease, for a horse.

you hear not what I say to you. Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a Fal. Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an't horse in Smithfield : an I could get me but a wife in please you, it is the disease of not listening, the malady the stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived. of not marking, that I am troubled withal.

Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and an Attendant. Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels would amend

Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the attention of your ears; and I care not, if I do the prince for striking him about Bardolph.

become your physician. Fal. Wait close; I will not see him.

Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so paCh. Just. What's he that goes there?

tient: your lordship may minister the potion of impriAtten. Falstaff, an't please your lordship.

sonment to me, in respect of poverty; but how I should Ch. Just. He that was in question for the robbery? be your patient to follow your prescriptions, the wise

Atten. He, my lord; but he hath since done good may make some dram of a scruple, or, indeed, a scruple service at Shrewsbury, and, as I hear, is now going itself. with some charge to the lord John of Lancaster. Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were matters

Ch. Just. What, to York? Call him back again. against you for your life, to come speak with me. Atten. Sir John Falstaff!

Fal. As I was then advised by my learned counsel Fal. Boy, tell him I am deaf.

in the laws of this land-service, I did not come. Page. You

ou must speak louder, my master is deaf. Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, sir John, you live in Ch. Just. I am sure he is, to the hearing of any great infamy: thing good.—Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must Fal. He that buckles him in my belt cannot live in speak with him.

less. Atten. Sir John,

Ch. Just. Your means are very slender, and your Fal. What! a young knave, and begging? Is there waste is great. not wars? is there not employment? Doth not the king Fal. I would it were otherwise : I would my means lack subjects ? do not the rebels need soldiers? Though were greater, and my waist slenderer. it be a shame to be on any side but one, it is worse Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful prince. shame to beg than to be on the worst side, were it Fal. The young prince hath misled me: I am the worse than the name of rebellion can tell how to make fellow with the great belly, and he my dog. it.

Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gall a new-healed Atten. You mistake me, sir.

wound. Your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? gilded over your night's exploit on Gadshill : you may setting my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'er-posting that lied in my throat if I had said so.

action. Atten. I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and Fal. My lordyour soldiership aside, and give me leave to tell you, Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so : wake not you lie in your throat, if you say I am any other than a sleeping wolf. an honest man.

Fal. To wake a wolf, is as bad as to smell a fox. Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so? I lay aside Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the better that which grows to me? If thou get'st any leave of part burnt out. me, hang me: if thou tak'st leave, thou wert better be Fal. A wassel candle, my lord; all tallow: if I did hanged. You hunt-counter, hence! avaunt!

say of wax, my growth would approve the truth, Atten. Sir, my lord would speak with you.

Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your face, but Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. should have his effect of gravity.

Fal. My good lord !–God give your lordship good Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy. time of day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad; I Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up and down, heard say, your lordship was sick: I hope, your lordship like his ill angel. goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, though not Fal. Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light, but, clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in I hope, he that looks upon me will take me without you, some relish of the saltness of time, and I most weighing: and yet, in some respects, I grant, I cannot humbly beseech your lordship to have a reverend care go. I cannot tell; virtue is of so little regard in these of your health.

coster-monger times, that true valour is turned bearCh. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your expe- herd. Pregnancy is made a tapster, and hath his dition to Shrewsbury.

quick wit wasted'in giving reckonings : all the other Fal. An't please your lordship, I hear his majesty is gifts appertinent to man, as the malice of this age returned with some discomfort from Wales.

shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry. You, that Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty.—You would not are old, consider not the capacities of us that are come when I sent for you.

young: you measure the heat of our livers with the Fal. And I hear, moreover, his highness is fallen bitterness of your galls; and we that are in the vaward into this same whoreson apoplexy.

of our youth, I must confess, are wags too. Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him.-I pray you, let Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the scroll me speak with you.

of youth, that are written down old with all the chaFal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, racters of age? Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an blood, a whoreson tingling.

increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind

thus :

short, your chin double, your wit single, and every SCENE III.-York. A Room in the Archbishop's part about you blasted with antiquity, and will

you yet

Palace. call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, sir John! Fal. My lord, I was born, about three of the clock

Enter the Archbishop of York, the Lords Hastings, in the afternoon, with a white head, and something a

Mowbray, Earl Marshal, and BARDOLPH. round belly. For my voice,- I have lost it with holla- Arch. Thus have you heard our cause, and know ing, and singing of anthems. To approve my youth

our means ; farther, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, judgment and understanding; and he that will caper Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes.with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the And first, lord marshal, what say you to it? money, and have at him. For the box o' the ear Mowb. I well allow the occasion of our arms; that the prince gave you, he gave it like a rude prince, But gladly would be better satisfied, and you took it like a sensible lord. I have checked How, in our means, we should advance ourselves him for it, and the young lion repents; marry, not To look with forehead bold and big enough in ashes, and sackcloth, but in new silk, and old Upon the power and puissance of the king: sack.

Hast: Our present musters grow upon the file Ch. Just. Well, God send the prince a better com- To five and twenty thousand men of choice ; panion !

And our supplies live largely in the hope Fal. God send the companion a better prince ! I Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns cannot rid my hands of him.

With an incensed fire of injuries. Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you and prince

Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, standeth Harry. I hear, you are going with lord John of Lancaster against the archbishop, and the earl of North- Whether our present five and twenty thousand umberland.

May hold up head without Northumberland. Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it.

Hast. With him, we may. But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady peace at Bard.

Ay, marry, there's the point: home, that our armies join not in a hot day; for, by But if without him we be thought too feeble, the Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I My judgment is, we should not step too far, mean not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, Till we had his assistance by the hand; and I brandish any thing but my bottle, I would I might For in a theme so bloody-fac'd as this, never spit wbite again. There is not a dangerous Conjecture, expectation, and surmise action can peep out his head, but I am thrust upon it: Of aids incertain should not be admitted. well, I cannot last for ever. But it was always yet the Arch. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph ; for, indeed, trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury. to make it too common. If you will needs say Í Bard. It was, my lord ; who lind himself with hope, am an old man, you should give me rest. I would Eating the air on promise of supply, to God, my name were not so terrible to the enemy Flattering himself with project of a power as it is: I were better to be eaten to death with Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts ; rust, than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual And so, with great imagination, motion.

Proper to madmen, led his powers to death, Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; and God bless And winking leap'd into destruction. your expedition.

Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt, Fal. Will

your lordship lend me a thousand pound To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope. to furnish me forth?

Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war; Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny: you are too Indeed the instant act, and cause on foot, impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well : commend Lives so in hope, as in an early spring me to my cousin Westmoreland.

We see th' appearing buds ; which, to prove fruit, [Exeunt Chief Justice and Attendant. Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build, A man can no more separate age and covetousness, We first survey the plot, then draw the model, than he can part young limbs and lechery ; but the And, when we see the figure of the house, | gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the other, and Then must we rate the cost of the erection; so buth the diseases prevent my curses.--Boy!

Which if we find outweighs ability, Page. Sir ?

What do we then, but draw anew the model Fał. What money is in my purse ?

In fewer offices, or, at last, desist Page. Seven groats and two-pence.

To build at all? Much more, in this great work, Fal. I can get no remedy against this consumption (Which is, almost, to pluck a kingdom down, of the purse : borrowing only lingers and lingers it and set another up) should we survey out, but the disease is incurable.—Go, bear this letter The plot, the situation, and the model ; to my lord of Lancaster; this to the prince; this to Consult upon a sure foundation; the earl of Westmoreland; and this to old mistress Question surveyors, know our own estate, Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry since I How able such a work to undergo. perceived the first white hair of my chin. About it: A careful leader sums what force he brings you know where to find me. [Exit Page.] A pox of To weigh against his opposite; or else, this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for the one, or the We fortify on paper, and in figures, other, plays the rogue with my great toe. "Tis no Using the names of men, instead of men : matter, if I do halt; I have the wars for my colour, Like one that draws the model of a house and my pension shall seem the more reasonable. A Beyond his power to build it; who, half through, good wit will make use of any thing; it will turn dis- Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost eases to commodity.

[Exit. A naked subject to the weeping clouds,

Bb

Let us on,

And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.

Arch.
Hast. Grant, that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth, and publish the occasion of our arms.
Should be still-born, and that we now possess The commonwealth is sick of their own cboice ;
The utmost man of expectation,

Their over-greedy love hath surfeited :
I think we are a body strong enough,

An habitation giddy and unsure Even as we are, to equal with the king.

Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart. Bard. What! is the king but five-and-twenty thou- O, thou fond many! with what loud applause sand ?

Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke, Hast. To us, no more ; nay, not so much, lord Before he was what thou would'st have him be; Bardolph;

And being now trimm'd in thine own desires,
For his divisions, as the times do brawl,

Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,
Are in three heads : one power against the French, That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up.
And one against Glendower; perforce, a third So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge
Must take up us. So is the unfirm king

Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard,
In three divided, and his coffers sound

And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up, With hollow poverty and emptiness.

And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these times ? Arch. That he should draw his several strengths They that, when Richard liv'd, would have him die, together,

Are now become enamour'd on his grave: And come against us in full puissance,

Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head, Need not be dreaded.

When through proud London he came sighing on
Hast.
If he should do so,

After th' admired heels of Bolingbroke,
He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh Cry'st now, “O earth, yield us that king again,
Baying him at the heels: never fear that.

And take thou this !" O, thoughts of men accurst ! Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces híther? Past, and to come, seem best; things present, worst.

Hast. The duke of Lancaster, and Westmoreland : Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on ? Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth; Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone. But who is substituted 'gainst the French,

[Exeunt. I have no certain notice.

your offices.

ACT II.
SCENE I.-London. A Street.

fubbed off, and fubbed off, from this day to that day, Enter Hostess ; Fang, and his Boy, with her; and

that it is a shame to be thought on. There is no SNARE following.

honesty in such dealing, unless a woman should be

made an ass, and a beast, to bear every knave's Host. Master Fang, have you entered the action ? wrong.Fang. It is entered.

Enter Sir John Falstaff, Page, and BARDOLPH. Host. Where's your yeoman? Is't a lusty yeoman? Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose knave, will he stand to't ?

Bardolph, with him. Do your offices, do your offices, Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare ?

master Fang and master Snare: do me,

do
me,

do me Host. O lord ! ay: good master Snare. Snare. Here, here.

Fal. How now! whose mare's dead? what's the Fang. Snare, we must arrest sir John Falstaff. matter?

Host. Yea, good master Snare ; I have entered him Fang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of mistress and all.

Quickly. Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives, for Fal.' Away, varlets !-Draw, Bardolph : cut me off he will stab.

the villain's head; throw the quean in the channel. Host. Alas the day! take heed of him : he stabbed Host. Throw me in the channel ? I'll throw thee in me in mine own house, and that most beastly. In the channel. Wilt thou ? wilt thou ? thou bastardly good faith, he cares not what mischief he doth, if his rogue!—Murder, murder! O, thou honey-suckle vil. weapon be out : he will foin like any devil; he will lain! wilt thou kill God's officers, and the king's? O, spare neither man, woman, nor child.

thou honey-seed rogue ! thou art a honey-seed; a manFang. If I can close with him, I care not for his queller, and a woman-queller. thrust.

Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph. Host. No, nor I neither : I'll be at your elbow. Fang. A rescue! a rescue! Fang. An I but fist him once; an he come bút Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two.-Thou within my vice.

wilt not ? thou wilt not ? do, do, thou rogue ! do, thou Host. Í am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's hemp-seed ! an infinitive thing upon my score.—Good master Fang, Fal. Away, you scullion ! you rampallian! you fushold him sure :-good master Snare, let him not 'scape. tilarian!: I'll tickle your catastrophe. He comes continuantly to Pie-corner,(saving your man- Enter the Lord Chief Justice, attended. hoods) to buy a saddle; and he's indited to dinner to Ch. Just. What is the matter? keep the peace here, ho! the lubbar's head in Lumbert-street, to master Smooth's Host. Good my lord, be good to me! I beseech you, the silkman : I pray ye, since my exion is entered, stand to me! and my case so openly known to the world, let him be Ch. Just. How now, sir John! what, are you brawlbrought in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long

ing here? score for a poor lone woman to bear; and I have borne, Doth this become your place, your time, and business? and borne, and borne ; and have been fubbed off, and I You should have been well on your way to York.

Stand from him, fellow: wherefore hang'st on him? Host. Faith, you said so before.

Host. O! my most worshipful lord, an't please your Fal. As I am a gentleman. Come, no more words grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is of it. arrested at my suit.

Host. By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must Ch. Just. For what sum?

be fain to pawn both my plate, and the tapestry of my Host. It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all, dining-chambers. all I have. He hath eaten me out of house and home : Fai. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking: and for he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his; thy walls,—a pretty slight drollery, or the story of the but I will have some of it out again, or I will ride thee prodigal, or the German hunting in water-work, is o' nights, like the mare.

worth a thousand of these bed hangings, and these fly Fal. I think, I am as like to ride the mare, if I have bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, if thou canst. any vantage of ground to get up.

Come, an it were not for thy humours, there is not a Ch. Just. How comes this, sir John ?-Fie! what better wench in England. "Go, wash thy face, and man of good temper would endure this tempest of draw thy action. Come, thou must not be in this exclamation ? Are you not ashamed to enforce a poor humour with me; dost not know me? Come, come, widow to so rough a course to come by her own ? I know thou wast set on to this. Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee?

Host. Pray thee, sir John, let it be but twenty Host. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself, nobles; 'i faith I am loath to pawn my plate, in good and the money too. Thou didst swear to me upon a earnest, la. parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at Fal. Let it alone; I'll make other shift: you'll be a the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in fool still. Whitsun week, when the prince broke thy head for Host. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my likening his father to a singing-man of Windsor ; thou gown. I hope, you'll come to supper. You'll pay me didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, all together? to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canst Fal. Will I live!-Go, with her, with her; hook on, thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's hook on. wife, come in then, and call me gossip Quickly ? Host. Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet you at coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling us, she supper? had a good dish of prawns, whereby thou didst desire Fal. No more words: let's have her. to eat some, whereby I told thee, they were ill for a [Exeunt Hostess, BARDOLPH, Officers, and Page. green wound? And didst thou not, when she was gone Ch. Just. I have heard better news. down stairs, desire me to be no more so familiarity Fal. What's the news, my good lord ? with such poor people; saying, that ere long they Ch. Just. Where lay the king last night? should call me madam ? And didst thou not kiss me, Gow. At Basingstoke, my lord. and bid me fetch thee thirty shillings ? I put thee now Fal. I hope, my lord, all's well: what is the news, to thy book-oath : deny it, if thou canst.

Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul ; and she says, Ch. 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, Í Against Northumberland and the archbishop. beseech you, I may have redress against them. Fal. Comes the king back from Wales, my noble lord ?

Ch. Just. Sir John, sir John, I am well acquainted Ch. Just. You shall have letters of me presently: with your manner of wrenching the true cause the come, go along with me, good master Gower.

It is not a confident brow, nor the throng Fal. My lord ! of words that come with such more than impudent Ch. Just. What's the matter? sauciness from you, can thrust me from a level consi- Fal. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to deration; you have, as it appears to me, practised upon dinner? the easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made her Gow. I must wait upon my good lord here: I thank serve your uses both in purse and person.

you, good sir John. Host. Yes, in troth, my lord.

Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being Ch. Just. Pr’ythee, peace.-Pay her the debt you you are to take soldiers up in counties as you go. owe her, and unpay the villainy you have done with Fal. Will you sup with me, master Gower? her : the one you may do with sterling money, and the Ch. Just. 'What foolish master taught you these other with current repentance.

manners, sir John ? Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, he was reply. You call honourable boldness, impudent sauci- | a fool that taught them me. This is the right fencing ness : if a man will make court'sy, and say nothing, he grace, my lord ; tap for tap, and so part fair. is virtuous. No, my lord, my humble duty remem- Ch. Just. Now, the Lord lighten thee! thou art a ber'd, I will not be your suitor : I say to you, I do great fool.

[Exeunt. desire deliverance from these officers, being upon hasty

SCENE II--The Same. Another Street. employment in the king's affairs. Ch. Just. You speak as having power to do wrong:

Enter Prince HENRY and Poins. but answer in the effect of your reputation, and satisfy

P. Hen. Trust me, I am exceeding weary. the poor woman.

Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought, weariness Fal. Come hither, hostess. [Taking her aside. durst not have attached one of so high blood. Enter GoWER.

P. Hen. 'Faith, it does me, though it discolours the Ch. Just. Now, master Gower! what news? complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth

Gow. The king, my lord, and Henry prince of Wales it not show vilely in me to desire small beer? Are near at hand : the rest this paper tells. [C.J.reads. Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely stuFal. As I am a gentleman.

died, as to remember so weak a composition.

my lord ?

false way.

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