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Kate. O yet for Gods fake, go not to these wars,
North. Befhrew your heart,
Wife. O flie to Scotland,
Kate. If they get ground and vantage of the king,
North. Come, come, go in with me, tis with my mind, As with the tide, sweld vp vuto his height,
That makes a stil stand, running neither way,
Enter a drawer or two.
Francis. What the diuel hast thou brought there apple lohns ? thou knowest fir lohn cannot indure an apple lohn.
Draw. Mas thou faist true, the prince once set a dish of apple Iohns before him, and told him there were fiue more fir Lohns, and putting off his hat, said, I will now take my leaue of these fix drie, round, old, withered knights, it angred him to the heart, but he hath forgot that.
Fran. Why then couer and let them downe, and see if thou capft find out Sneakes noise, mitris Tere-fbeet would faine heare some musique.
Dra. Dispatch, thc roome where they supt is too hot, theile come in straight.
Francis. Sirra, here wil be the prince and master Poynes anon, and they will put on two of our ierkins and aprons, and fir lohn must not know of it, Bardolfe hath brought word.
Dra. By the mas here will be old vtis, it wil be an excel. lent stratagem. Francis. Ile fee if I can find out Sneake.
Enter mistris Quickly, and Doll Tere-sheet.
Quickly. Yfaith sweet heart, me thinkes now you are in an excellent good temperalitie. Your pulfidge beates as extraordinarily as heart would desire, and your colour I warrant you is as red as any rose, in good truth law: but yfaith you have
drunke too much cannáries, and thats a maruelous fearching wine, and it perfumes the bloud ere one can say, whats this, how do you now?
Tere. Better then I was : hem.
Qui. Why thats well said, a good heart's worth gold : loe here comes fir lohn.
Enter for lohn. Sir John. When Arthur first in court, empty the iourdan and was a worthy king: how now mistris 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 rascall, is that all the comfort you give me?
Falt. You make fat rascals miftris Dol.
Tere. I make thein ? gluttonie, and diseases make, I make them not.
Falft. If the cooke help to make the gluttonie, you helpe to make the diseases 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 surgerie 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 some discord, you are both ygood truth as rewmatique as two dry tosts, you cannot one beare with anothers cöfirmities, what the goodyere one must beare, and that must be you, you are the weaker vessell, as they say, the emptier vessel.
Dorothy. Can a weake empty vessell beare such a huge full hogshead ? theres a whole marchāts venture of Burdeux stuffe in him, you haue not seene a hulke better stuft in the hold. Come, Ile be friends with thee lacke, thou art going to the wars, and whether I shall euer see thee againe or no there is no body cares.
Dra. Sir, antient Pistol's belowe, and would speake with you.
Dol. Hang him swaggering rascal, let him not come hither it is the foule-mouthd'It rogue in England.
Hoft. If he swagger, let him not come here, no by my faith I must liue among my neighbours, Ile no swaggerers, I am in good name, and fame with the very best: shut the doore, there comes no swaggerers here, I haue not liu'd al this while to haue swaggering now, shut the doore I pray you.
Fal. Dost thou heare hofteffe?
Hoft. Pray ye pacifie your selfe fir lohn, there comes no Swaggerers here.
Fal. Dost thou heare? it is mine ancient.
Ho. Tilly fally, fir lohn, nere tel me: and your ancient fwaggrer comes not in my doores : I was before maister Tisícke the debuty tother day, and (as he said to me) twas no longer ago than Wedsday last, I good faith, neighbor Quickcly, sayes he, maister Dumbe our minister was by then, neighbor Quickly (saies he) receiue those that are ciuil, for (faide he) you are in an ill name: now a faide so, I can tell whereupon. For (laies he) you are an honest woman, and .eil thought on, therefore take heede what ghests you receiue, recciue (saies he) no swaggering companions: there comes none here: you would blesse you to heare what he said: no, Ile no swaggrers,
Falst. Hees no swaggrer hostesse, a tame cheter yfaith, you may stroke him as gently as a puppy grey hound, heele not Vol. II.
swagger with a Barbary hen, if her feathers turne backe in any shew of resistance, call him vp drawer.
Hoft. Cheter call you him? I will barre no honest man my house, nor no cheter, but I do not loue swagering by my troth, I am the worse when one faies swagger : feele maisters, how I shake, looke you, I warrant you.
Teresb. So you do hoftesle.
Hojt. Doe I? yea in very trueth doe I, and twere an aspen leafe, I cannot abide swaggrers.
Enter antient Pistol, and Bardolfes boy.
, I charge you with a cuppe of facke, do you discharge vpon mine hostesse.
Pift. I will discharge vpon her fir lohn, with two bullets.
Fal. She is pistoll proofe : sir, 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.
Pijt. Then, to you mistris Dorothy, I will charge you.
Doro. Charge me? I scorne you, fcuruy companion : what you poore bafe rascally cheting lacke-linnen mate? away you mouldie rogue, away, I am meate for your maister.
Pist. I know you mistris Dorothy.
Doro. Away you curpurse rascall, 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 stale iuggler, you. Since when, I pray you fir : Gods light, with two points on your shoulder ? much.
Pift. God let me not liue, but I will murther your ruffe for this.
Sir Iohn. No more Pistol, I would not haue you go off here, discharge your selfe of our company, Pistoll.