• Pharoah's lean kine are to be lov'd. No, my good lord, banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins; but for fweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff; • banish not him thy Harry's company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. P. Henry. I do, I will. [Knocking; and Hostels goes out. Enter Bardolph running. Bard. O, my lord, my lord, the Sheriff with a most monftrous Watch, is at the door. Fal. Out, you rogue! play out the Play: I have much to fay in behalf of that Falstaff. Re-enter the Hoftefs. Hoft. O, my lord, my lord! Fal. Heigh, heigh, the devil rides upon a fiddle. ftick what's the matter? Hoft. The Sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they are come to fearch the houfe: fhall I let them in? Fal. Doft thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of gold a counterfeit thou art effentially mad, without feeming fo. P. Henry. And thou a natural coward, without inftinct. Fal. I deny your major; if you will deny the Sheriff, fo; if not, let him enter. If I become not a cart as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up; I hope, I fhall as foon be ftrangled with a halter, as another. P. Henry. Go, hide thee behind the arras, the reft walk up above. Now, my mafters, for a true face and good confcience. Fal. Both which I have had; but their date is out and therefore I'll hide me. [Exeunt Falstaff, Bardolph, &c. P. Henry. Call in the Sheriff. Now, mafter Sheriff, what is your will with me? Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry Hath follow'd certain men unto this house. P. Henry. What men ? Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious lord, A grofs fat man. Car. As fat as butter. P. Henry. The man, I do affure you, is not here, For I my self at this time have imploy'd him; And, Sheriff, I engage my word to thee, That I will, by to morrow dinner time, Send him to anfwer thee, or any man, For any thing he fhall be charg'd withal: And fo let me intreat you leave the house. Sher. I will, my lord: there are two gentlemen Have in this robbery loft three hundred marks. P. Henry. It may be fo; if he have robb'd these men, He fhall be anfwerable; and fo farewel. Sher. Good night, my noble lord. P. Henry. I think, it is good morrow, is it not? Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. [Exit. P. Henry. This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's: go call him forth. Peto. Falstaff and fnorting like a horse. fast asleep, behind the arras, P. Henry. Hark, how hard he fetches breath: fearch his Pockets. [He fearches his pockets, and finds certain papers. P. Henry. P. Henry. What haft thou found? P. Henry. Let's fee, what be they? read them. Item, Sawce, 4 d. Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d. Item, Anchoves and fack after fupper, 2s. 6d. P. Henry. O monftrous! but one halfpenny-worth of bread, to this intolerable deal of fack? What there is elfe, keep clofe, we'll read it at more advantage; there let him fleep till day. I'll to the Court in the morning we must all to the wars, and thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot, and, I know, his death will be a march of twelvescore. The mony fhall be paid back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning; and fo good morrow, Peto. Peto. Good morrow, good my lord. ACT III. [Exeunt. SCENE I. The Archdeacon of Bangor's House in Wales. Enter Hot-fpur, Worcefter, Lord Mortimer, and Owen Glendower. MORTIMER. HESE promises are fair, the parties fure, Will you fit down? 1 I know, his death will be a march of twelvescore.] i. e. It will kill him to march fo far as twelvescore foot. L 3 Mr. Pope. And, uncle Worcester I have forgot the map. a plague upon it! Glend. No, here it is ; Sit, coufin Percy; fit, good coufin Hot-fpur: Doth speak of you, his check looks pale; and with A rifing figh, he wifheth you in heav'n. Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of. Glend. "I blame him not: at my Nativity, "The front of heav'n was full of fiery fhapes, Of burning Creffets; know, that, at my birth, "The frame and the foundation of the earth "Shook like a coward. Hot. "So it wou'd have done "At the fame feafon, if your mother's cat "Had kitten'd, though your felf had ne'er been born Glend. I fay, the earth did shake when I was born. Hot. I fay, the earth then was not of my mind; If you fuppofe, as fearing you, it shook. Glend. The heav'ns were all on fire, the earth did tremble. [fire, Hot. O, then the earth fhook to see the heav'ns on And not in fear of your nativity. "Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth "Within her womb; which, for enlargement ftriving, "Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down 66 High tow'rs and mofs-grown fteeples. At your birth, Our grandam earth, with this diftemperature, In paffion shook. Glend. Coufin, of many men I do not bear these croffings: give me leave -bis cheeks look pale;-] Quarto, better. His cheek looks. Το To tell you once again, that at my birth That chides the banks of England, Wales, or Scotland, Hot. I think, there is no man fpeaks better Welb. I'll to dinner Mort. Peace, coufin Percy; you will make him mad. Glend. I can call Spirits from the vasty deep. Hot. Why, fo can I, or so can any man: But, will they come when you do call for them? Glend. Why, I can teach thee to command the devil. Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to fhame the devil, By telling truth; Tell truth and fhame the devil. If thou haft pow'r to raise him, bring him hither, And I'll be fworn, I've pow'r to fhame him hence. Oh, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. Mort. Come, come! No more of this unprofitable chat. [head Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made Against my pow'r; thrice from the banks of Wye, And fandy-bottom'd Severn, have I fent Him bootlefs home, and weather-beaten back. Hot. Home, without boots, and in foul weather too! How 'fcapes he agues, in the devil's name? Glend. Come, here's the Map: Shall we divide our Right, According to our threefold order ta'en? |