Kate. O yet for Gods fake, go not to these wars,
The time was father, that you broke your word,
When you were more endeere to it then now,

When your owne Percie, when my hearts deere Harry,
Threw many a northward looke, to see his father,
Bring vp his powers, but he did long in vaine.
Who then perfwaded you to stay at home?
There were two honors loft, yours, and your fonnes,
For yours, the God of heauen brighten it,
For his, it stucke vpon him as the funne
In the grey vault of heauen, and by his light
Did all the cheualry of England moue

To do braue acts, he was indeede the glasse
Wherein the noble youth did dresse themfelues.
North. Befhrew your heart,

Faire daughter, you do draw my fpirites from me,
With new lamenting ancient ouerfights,

But I must go and meete with danger there,
Or it will feeke me in another place,

And find me worse prouided.

Wife. O flie to Scotland,

Till that the nobles and the armed commons,

Haue of their puiffance made a little taste.

Kate. If they get ground and vantage of the king,
Then ioyne you with them like a ribbe of steele,
To make strength ftronger: but for al our loues,
First let them trie themfelues, fo did your fonne,
He was fo fuffred, fo came I a widow,
And neuer shall haue length of life enough,
To raine vpon remembrance with mine eies,
That it may grow and sprout as high as heauen,

For recordation to my noble husband.

North. Come, come, go in with me, tis with my mind, As with the tide, fweld vp vnto his height,

That

That makes a ftil stand, running neither way,
Faine would I go to meete the archbishop,
But many thoufand reafons hold me backe,
I will refolue for Scotland, there am I,
Till time and vantage craue my company.

Enter a drawer or two.

Exeunt.

Francis. What the diuel haft thou brought there apple Lohns? thou knoweft fir lohn cannot indure an apple Iohn.

Draw Mas thou faift true, the prince once fet a dish of apple Iohns before him, and told him there were fiue more fir Iohns, and putting off his hat, faid, I will now take my leaue of thefe fix drie, round, old, withered knights, it angred him to the heart, but he hath forgot that.

Fran. Why then couer and fet them downe, and fee if thou canft find out Sneakes noife, miftris Tere-fbeet would faine heare fome mufique.

Dra. Difpatch, the roome where they fupt is too hot, theile come in ftraight.

Francis. Sirra, here wil be the prince and master Poynes anon, and they will put on two of our ierkins and aprons, and fir John must not know of it, Bardolfe hath brought word.

Enter Will.

Dra. By the mas here will be old vtis, it wil be an excel

lent ftratagem.

Francis. Ile fee if I can find out Sneake.

Enter miftris Quickly, and Doll Tere-sheet.

Exit.

Quickly. Yfaith fweet heart, me thinkes now you are in an excellent good temperalitie. Your pulfidge beates as extraordinarily as heart would defire, and your colour I warrant you is as red as any rofe, in good truth law: but yfaith you haue

drunke

drunke too much cannaries, and thats a maruelous fearching wine, and it perfumes the bloud ere one can fay, whats this, how do you now?

Tere. Better then I was: hem.

Qui. Why thats well faid, a good heart's worth gold: loe here comes fir Ichn.

Enter fir Iohn.

Sir John. When Arthur first in court, empty the iourdan and was a worthy king: how now miftris Doll?

Hoft. Sicke of a calme, yea and good faith.

Falt. So is all her fect, and they be once in a calme they are ficke.

Tere. A pox damne you, you muddie rafcall, is that all the comfort you giue me?

Falt. You make fat rafcals miftris Dol.

Tere. I make them? gluttonie, and diseases make, I make them not.

Falt. If the cooke help to make the gluttonie, you helpe to make the difeafes Doll, we catch of you Doll, we catch of you graunt that my poore vertue, grant that.

Doll. Yea ioy, our chaines and our iewels.

Fa. Your brooches, pearles, and ouches for to ferue brauely, is to come halting off, you know to come off the breach, with his pike bent brauely, and to furgerie brauely, to venture vpon the chargde chambers brauely.

Doll. Hang your felfe, you muddie cunger, hang your felfe.

Hoft. By my troth this is the old fashion, you two neuer meet but you fall to fome difcord, you are both ygood truth as rewmatique as two dry tosts, you cannot one beare with anothers cofirmities, what the goodyere one must beare, and that must be you, you are the weaker veffell, as they say, the emptier veffel.

Dorothy.

Dorothy. Can a weake empty veffell beare fuch a huge fulį hogfhead? theres a whole marchāts venture of Burdeux ftuffe in him, you haue not feene a hulke better stuft in the hold. Come, Ile be friends with thee Iacke, thou art going to the wars, and whether I shall euer fee thee againe or no there is no body cares.

Enter drawer.

Dra. Sir, antient Piftol's belowe, and would fpeake with

you.

Dol. Hang him fwaggering rafcal, let him not come hither it is the foule-mouthd'ft rogue in England.

Hoft. If he fwagger, let him not come here, no by my faith I muft liue among my neighbours, Ile no fwaggerers, I am in good name, and fame with the very best: shut the doore, there comes no fwaggerers here, I haue not liu'd al this while to haue fwaggering now, fhut the doore I pray you. Fal. Doft thou heare hofteffe?

Hoft. Pray ye pacifie your selfe fir Iohn, there comes no Swaggerers here.

Fal. Doft thou heare? it is mine ancient.

Ho. Tilly fally, fir Iohn, nere tel me: and your ancient fwaggrer comes not in my doores: I was before maifter Tifiche the debuty tother day, and (as he faid to me) twas no longer ago than Wedsday last, I good faith, neighbor Quickcly, fayes he, maifter Dumbe our minister was by then, neighbor Quickly (faies he) receiue thofe that are ciuil, for (faide he) you are in an ill name: now a faide fo, I can tell whereupon. For (faies he) you are an honest woman, and .ell thought on, therefore take heede what ghefts you receiue, recciue (faies he) no fwaggering companions: there comes none here: you would blesse you to heare what he faid: no, Ile no fwaggrers, Falft. Hees no fwaggrer hofteffe, a tame cheter yfaith, you may stroke him as gently as a puppy grey-hound, heele not VOL. II. fwagger

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fwagger with a Barbary hen, if her feathers turne backe in any fhew of resistance, call him vp drawer.

Hoft. Cheter call you him? I will barre no honest man my houfe, nor no cheter, but I do not loue fwagering by my troth, I am the worfe when one faies fwagger: feele maisters, how I fhake, looke you, I warrant you.

Tereb. So you do hostesse.

Hoft. Doe I yea in very trueth doe I, and twere an afpen leafe, I cannot abide fwaggrers.

Enter antient Pistol, and Bardolfes boy.

Piftol. God faue you fir Iohn."

Fal. Welcome ancient Piftoll, heere Piftoll, I charge you with a cuppe of facke, do you difcharge vpon mine hofteffe.

Pift. I will discharge vpon her fir Iohn, with two bullets. Fal. She is piftoll proofe: fir, you shall not hardely offend her.

Hoft. Come, Ile drink no proofes, nor no bullets, Ile drink no more than will do me good, for no mans pleasure, I. Pist. Then, to you miftris Dorothy, I will charge you. Doro. Charge me? I fcorne you, fcuruy companion: what you poore base rafcally cheting lacke-linnen mate? away you mouldie rogue, away, I am meate for your maister.

Pift. I know you miftris Dorothy.

Doro. Away you cutpurfe rafcall, you filthy boung, away, by this wine Ile thrust my knife in your mouldie chappes, and you play the fawcie cuttle with me. Away you bottle ale rafcall, you basket hilt ftale iuggler, you. Since when, I pray you fir Gods light, with two points on your shoulder? much.

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Pift. God let me not liue, but I will murther your ruffe for this.

Sir John. No more Pistol, I would not haue you go off here, discharge your felfe of our company, Piftoll.

Hoft.