Yet did you fay, Go forth. And none of this,
Though ftrongly apprehended, could restrain
The stiff-borne action. What hath then befall'n,
Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth,
More than That being, which was like to be?

Bard. We all, that are engaged to this lofs,
Knew, that we ventur'd on such dang'rous feas,
That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one :
And yet we ventur'd for the gain propos'd,
Choak'd the respect of likely peril fear'd;
And fince we are o'er-fet, venture again.
Come, we will all put forth, body and goods.
Mort. 'Tis more than time; and my most noble
lord,

I hear for certain, and do speak the truth:
The gentle Arch-bishop of York is up
With well-appointed Powers: he is a man,
Who with a double furety binds his followers.
• My lord, your fon, had only but the corps,
But fhadows, and the fhews of men to fight.
For that fame word, Rebellion, did divide
The action of their bodies from their fouls;
And they did fight with queafinefs: constrain'd,
As men drink potions, that their weapons only
Seem'd on our fide: " but for their fpirits and fouls,
"This word, Rebellion, it had froze them up,
"As fish are in a pond. But now, the Bishop
Turns Infurrection to Religion;

Suppos'd fincere and holy in his thoughts,
He's follow'd both with body and with mind:
'And doth enlarge his Rifing with the blood

9 My lord, your fon, &c.] All the following lines to the end of this speech are not in the first edition.

Mr. Pope. 1 And doth enlarge his Rifing] It is probable Shakespear wrote ENLARD, i. e. fatten and encourage his caufe. He uses the word in Hen. V.

In which array. brave soldier, doth he lye
Larding the plain, and by his bloody fide,-

Of

Of fair King Richard, fcrap'd from Pomfret stones;
Derives from heav'n his quarrel and his caufe;
Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land
Gafping for life, under great Bolingbroke:
And more, and lefs, do flock to follow him.
North. I knew of this before: but to speak truth,
This prefent grief had wip'd it from my mind.
Go in with me, and counfel every man
The apteft way for fafety and revenge:

Get pofts, and letters, and make friends with speed;
Never fo few, nor never yet more need.

SCE N E IV.

Changes to a Street in London.

[Exeunt.

Enter Sir John Falftaff, with his Page bearing his fword and buckler.

Fal. Irrah, you, giant! what fays the doctor to my

water?

Page. He faid, Sir, the water it felf was a good healthy water. But for the party that own'd it, he might have more diseases than he knew for.

Fal. Men of all forts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded-clay, Man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me. I am not only witty in my felf, but the caufe that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee, like a fow, that hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. If the Prince put thee into my fervice for any other reason than to fet me off, why, then I have no judgment. Thou whorfon mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to wait at my heels. I was never mann'd with an agot till now: but I will fet you neither in

2.

gold

2 I was never mann'd with an agot till now: ] Alluding to the little figures cut in agots. and other hard itones, for leals: and therefore he says, I will fet you neither in gold ror filver.

gold nor filver, but in vile apparel, and send you back again to your master, for a jewel: The Juvenal, the Prince your master! whofe chin is not yet fledg'd; I will fooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand, than he shall get one on his cheek; yet he will not ftick to fay, his face is a face-royal. Heav'n may finish it when it will, it is not a hair amifs yet; he may keep it still as a face-royal, for a barber fhall never earn fixpence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as if he had writ man ever fince his father was a batchelor. He may keep his own grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can affure him. What faid Mr. Dombledon, about the fatten for my short cloak and flops?

Page. He faid, Sir, you should procure him better affurance than Bardolph: he would not take his bond and yours, he lik'd not the fecurity.

Fal. Let him be damn'd like the Glutton, may his tongue be hotter! a whorfon Achitophel, a rafcally yea-forfooth-knave, to bear a gentleman in hand, and then ftand upon fecurity! the whorfon-smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high fhoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is thorough with them in honeft taking up, then they muft ftand upon fecurity: I had as lief they would put rats-bane in my mouth, as offer to ftop it with fecurity. I looked he should have fent me two and twenty yards of fatten, as I am a true Knight, and he fends me Security. Well, he may fleep in fecurity, for he hath the horn of abundance. And the lightness of his wife fhines through it, and yet cannot he fee, though he have his own lanthorn to light him. Where's Bardolph?

Page.

The Oxford Editor alters this to aglet, a tag to the points then in ufe: (a word indeed which our author ufes to exprefs the fame thought) But aglets, tho' they were fometimes of gold or filver, were never fet in thofe metals.

3 The lightness of his wife fhines through it, and yet cannot be fee though he have his own lanthorn to light him.] This joke

Page. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your Wor fhip a horfe.

Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horfe in Smithfield. If I could get me but a wife in the Stews, I were mann'd, hors'd, and wiv’d.

Page. Sir,here comes the Nobleman that committed the Prince for ftriking him, about Bardolph.

Fal. Wait clofe, I will not fee him.
Ch. Juft. What's he that goes there?
Serv. Falstaff, an't please your lordship.

Ch. Juft. He that was in queftion for the robbery? Serv. He, my lord. But he hath fince done good fervice at Shrewsbury: and, as I hear, is now going with some charge to the lord John of Lancaster.

Ch. Juft. What to York? call him back again.
Serv. Sir John Falstaff,

Fal. Boy, tell him I am deaf.

Page. You muft fpeak louder, my master is deaf. Ch. Juft. I am fure, he is, to the hearing of any thing good. Go pluck him by the elbow. I must fpeak with him.

Serv. Sir John

Fal. What! a young knave and beg! are there not wars? is there not employment? doth not the King

feems evidently to have been taken from that of Plautus: Quò ambulas tu, qui Vulcanum in cornu conclufum geris. Amph. A&t 1. Scene 1. and much improved. We need not doubt that a joke was here intended by Plautus, for the proverbial term of horns, for cuckoldom, is very ancient, as appears by Artemidorus, who fays, Προειπῶν αὐτῷ ὅτι ἡ γυνή σου πορνεύσει, καὶ τὸ λεγομενο", κέρατα αυτῷ ποιήσει, καὶ ὅὕτως ἀπέβη. "Overpor. lib. 2. cap. 12. And he copied from thofe before him. 4 I bought him in Paul's, ] At that time the refort of idle people, cheats, and knights of the pot.

gold nor filver, but in vile apparel, and fend you back again to your master, for a jewel: The Juvenal, the Prince your mafter! whofe chin is not yet fledg'd; I will fooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand than he shall get one on his cheek; yet he will no ftick to fay, his face is a face-royal. Heav'n ma finish it when it will, it is not a hair amifs yet; h may keep it still as a face-royal, for a barber tha never earn fixpence out of it; and yet he will b crowing, as if he had writ man ever fince his fathe was a batchelor. He may keep his own grace, bu he is almost out of mine, I can affure him. Whe faid Mr. Dombledon, about the fatten for my short cloa and flops?

Page. He faid, Sir, you should procure him bette affurance than Bardolph: he would not take his bon and yours, he lik'd not the fecurity.

Fal. Let him be damn'd like the Glutton, may hi tongue be hotter! a whorfon Achitophel, a rafcall yea-forfooth-knave, to bear a gentleman in hand, an then ftand upon fecurity! the whorfon-fmooth-pate do now wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches o keys at their girdles; and if a man is thorough with them in honeft taking up, then they must stand upor fecurity: I had as lief they would put rats-bane in my mouth, as offer to stop it with fecurity. I looked he should have sent me two and twenty yards of fatten, as I am a true Knight, and he fends me Security, Well, he may fleep in fecurity, for he hath the horn of abundance. And the lightness of his wife fhines through it, and yet cannot he fee, though he have his own lanthorn to light him. Where's Bardolph?

Page.

The Oxford Editor alters this to aglet, a tag to the points then in ufe: (a word indeed which our author ufes to express the fame thought) But aglets, tho' they were fometimes of gold or filver, were never fet in thofe metals.

3 The lightness of his wife shines through it, and yet cannot be fee though he have his own lanthorn to light him.]

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