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Fals. Well, thou wilt be horribly chidde to morrow when thou commest to thy father : if thou doe loue me, practise an answere.

Prin. Doe thou stand for my father, and examine me vpon the particulars of my life.

Fal. Shall I ? content: this chaire shall be my state, this dagger my scepter, and this cushin my crowne.

Prin. Thy state is taken for a joynd stole, thy golden scepter for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich crowne, for a pittifull bald crowne.

Fal. Well, and the fire of grace be not quite out of thee, now shalt thou be moued. Give mee a cuppe of sacke to make mine eyes looke redde, that it may be thought I haue wept, for I must speake in paljon, and I will doe it in king Cambijes vaine.

Prince. Well, here is my legge.
Fals. And here is my speech : stand aside nobilitie.
Ho. O lesu, this is excellent sport, yfayth.
Fal. Weepe not sweete queene, for trickling teares are vaine.
Ho. O the father, how he holdes his countenance ?

Fal. For Gods fake lords, conuey my trustfull qeene:
For teares doe stop the Aoud.gates of her eyes.

Ho. O lesú, he doth it as like one of these harlotry players, as euer I see.

Fal. Peace good pint-pot, peace good tickle braine.

Harry. I doe not onely maruell where thou spendest thy time, but also, how thou art accompanied : for though the cammomile the more it is troden, the faster it growes ; yet * youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it weares: thou + art my sonne, I haue partly thy mothers word, partly my I opinion; but chiefly a villanous tricke of thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy neather lip, that doth warrant me. If then thou be fonne to me, here lieth the point; why, being

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sonne to me, art thou so poynted at ? Mall the blessed sonne of heauen proue a micher, and eate black-berries ? a queftion not to be askt. Shall the fonne of England proue a thiefe, , and take purses ? a question to be askt. There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often heard of, and it is knowne to many in our land, by the name of pitch ; this pitch (as ancient writers do report) doth defile ? so doth the company thou keepest: for Harry, now I do not speake to thee in drinke, but in teares? not in pleasure, but in passion; not in wordes onely, but in woes also: and yet there is a vertuous man, whom I haué often noted in thy company, but I know not his name. Prin. What manner of man, and it like

your maiestie? Fal. A good portly man yfaith, and a corpulent, of a cheerfull looke, a pleasing eye, and a most noble cariage, and as I thinke, his age some fifty, or birlady, inclining to threescore, and now I remember me, his name is Falstaffe : if that man Thold be lewdly giuen, he deceiues * me. For Harry, I see vertne in his lookes; if then the tree may be knowne by the fruite, as the fruite by the tree, then peremptorily I speake it, there is vertue in that Falstaffe, him keepe with, the rest banith : and tell me now, thou naughty varlet, tell mee, where "hast thou been this month ?

Prin. Dost thou speake like a king? doe thou stand for mee, and Ile play my father.

Fal. Depose me, if thou doft it halfe fo gravely, fo maiesti. cally both in word and matter, hang mee vp by the heeles for a rabbet-fucker, or a poulters liarc.

Prin. Well, hcere I am fet.
Falf. And heere I stand, iudge my maisters.
Prin. Now Harry, whence come you?
Fall. My noble lord, from Eaficheape.
Prin. The complaints I heare of thee, are grieuous.

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Fall. Zbloud my lord, they are false: nay, Ile tickle ye for a young prince yfaith.

Prin. Swearest thou, vngracious boy? henceforth nere looke on me, thou art violently carried away from grace, there is a diuell hauntes thee in the likenesse of a fat old man, a tun of man is thy companion : why dost thou conuerfe with that trunke of humors, that boulting-hutch of beastlinefle, that swolne parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sacke, that stuft cloke-bag of guttes, that rosted Manning tree oxe with the pudding in his belly, that reuerent vice, that gray iniquitie, that father ruffian, that vanity in yeares : wherein is he good, but to taste facke and drinke it? wherein neate and clenly, but to carue a capon and eate it? wherein cunning, but in craft? wherein craftie, but in villanie? wherein villanous, but in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing? :

Fal. I would your grace would take mee with you: whom meanes your grace e?

Prin. That villanous abhominable milleader of youth, Fal. ftalffe, that old white bearded Sathan.

Fal. My lord, the man I know.
Prin. I know thou dost.

Fal. But to say, I know more harme in him then in my felfe, were to say more then I know : that he is old (the more the pittie) his white haires do witnesse it : but that he is (faying your reuerence) a whoremaster, that I viterly deny : if {acke and sugar be a fault, God helpe the wicked : if to be old and merry be a sinne, then many an hold host * that I know, is damn'd: if to be fatte, be to be hated, then Pharaos leane kine are to be loued. No, my good lord, banila Peto, banish Bardol, banish Poines ; but for sweete lacke FalStalffe, kind lacke Falstalife, true lacke Falstalfe, valiant lacke Faltalffe, and therefore more valiant, being as hee is oid laske Faltalife, banish not him thy Harries company, ba

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nish not him thy Harries company; banish plumpe lacke, and banish all the world.

Prin. I doe, I will.

Enter Bardoll running.

Bar. O, my lord, my lord, the shriefe, with a most monItrous watch is at the doore.

Fal. Out you rogue, play out the play: I haue much to say in the behalfe of that Falstalffe.

Enter the hostelle. Hf. O Iesu, my lord, my lord !

Fal. Heigh, heigh, the diuell rides vpon a fiddle-sticke, what's the matter?

Hof. The sherife and all the watch are at the doore, they are come to search the house, shall I let them in ?

Fall. Doeft thou heare Hal ? neuer call a true peece of gold a counterfeit, thou art effentially made, without seeming fo.

Prin. And thou a naturall coward, without instinct.

Fall. I deny your maior ; if you will deny the sherife, so, if not, let him enter. If I become not a cart as wel as another man, a plague on my bringing vp: I hope I fall as soone be strangled with a halter as an other.

Prin. Go hide thee behinde the arras, the rest walke vp a boue. Now my maisters, for a true face and good conscie ence.

Fal. Both which I hauc had; but their date is out, and therefore Ile hide me.

Prin. Call in the sherife.

Enter foerife and the carrier,
Prin. Now maister sherife, what is your will with me?

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Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry hath followed certaine men vnto this house.

Prin. What men ?

Sher. One of them is well knowne, my gracious lord, a grosse fatte man.

Car. As fatte as butter.

Prin. The man, I doe assure you is not heere,
For I my selfe at this time haue imployed him:
And sheriffe I will ingage my word to thee,
That I will by to morrow dinner time,
Send him to answere thee or any man,
For any thing he shall be charg’d withall,
And so let me intreat you leaue the house.

Sher. I will my lord, there are two gentlemen
Haue in this robbery lost 300 *. markes.

Prin. It may be so: if he have rob'd these men
He shall be answerable: and so farewell.

Sher. Good night my noble lord.
Prin. I thinke it is good morrow, is it not?
Sher. Indeed my lord, I thinke it be two a clock. Exit,

Prin. This oyly rascall is knowne as well as Poules : goe call him forth.

Peto. Falftalffe ? fast a deepe behind the arras, and snorting like a horse. Prin. Hark, how hard he fetches breath, search his pockets.

He searcheth his pockets, and findeth certaine papers.
Prin. What haft thou found?
Peto. Nothing but papers my lord.

Prin. Lets see what be they: reade them.
Item a capon

ii. s. ii. d. Item fawce

iiii. d. Item, facke, two gallons.

V. s. viii t. d.

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