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knaves! they hate us youth: down with them; and myself? Lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of fleece them.
York, and Oweu Glendower? Is there not, be1 Trav. O, we are undone, both we and ours, sides, the Douglas? Have I not all their letters, for ever.
to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month Ful. Hang ye, gorbellied' knaves; Are ye un- and are they not, some of them, set forward already? done? No, ye fat chuffs ;' I would, your store What a pagan rascal is this ? 'an infidel? Ha! you were here! On, bacons, on! What, ye knaves ? shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold young men must live: You are grand-jurors are heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our proye? We'll jure ye, i'faith.
ceedings. O, I could divide myself, and go to buf[Exeunt Fal, d-c. driving the Travellers out. fets, for moving such a dish of skimmed milk with so Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and Poins.
honourable an action! Hang him ! let him tell the P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true men:
king: We are prepared : I will set forward to-night. Now could thou and I rob the thieves, and go mer
Enter LADY Percy. rily to London, it would be argument for a week, How now, Kate ? I must leave you within these laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever.
two hours. Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming.
Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus alone ? Re-enter Thieves.
For what offence have I, this fortnight, been
A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?
Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks ;
To thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy
Cry, Courage !--to the field! And thou hast talk'd
of palisadoes, frontiers," parapets ;
And all the 'currentsis of a heady fight.
Poins. How the rogue roar'd! [Exeunt. Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream:
Such as we see when men restrain their breath
On some great sudden haste. O, what portents -But, for my own part, my lord, I could be well
are these ? contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, house.He could be contented,-Why is he not, And I must know it, else he loves me not. then? In respect of the love he bears our house : Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packet gone? he shows in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our house. Let me see some more.
Enter Servant, The purpose you undertake is dangerous ;-Why, Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago. that's certain ; 'tis dangerous to take a cold, io Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from the sleep, to drink! but I tell you, my lord fool, out of
sheriff ? this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. The purpose you undertake is dangerous ; the friends Hot. What borse ? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not? you have named, uncertain; the time itself unsorted; Serv. It is, my lord. and your whole plot too light, for the counterpoise of so
That roan shall be iny throne. great an oppositio.-Say you so, say you so? 1 Well, I will back him straight: 0 esperancé !_14 say unto you again, you are a shallow, cowardly Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is this? By
(Exit Servant. the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; Lady. But hear you, my lord. our friends true and constant: a good plot, good Hot. What say'st thou, my lady ? friends, and full of expectation : an excellent plot, Lady. What is it carries you away? very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is Hot Why, my horse, my love, my horse. this? Why, my lord of York commends the plot, Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape! and the general course of the action. 'Zounds, an A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen, I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with As you are foss'd with. In faith, his lady's fan.? Is there not my father, my uncle, I'll know your business, Harry, that I will.
I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir i Gorbellied is big.paunched, corpulent. 2 A term of reproach usually applied to avaricious old In Virgil “ferreus somnus.' Homer terms sleep brazen, citizens. It is of uncertain derivation. Cotgrave inter or, more strictly, copper. prets. Un gros marroufle, a big cat; also an ouglie 10 Retires are retreats.
11 Frontiers formerly meant not only the bounds of 3 True for honest : thus opposing the true men to the different territories, but also the forts built along or near thirres.
those limits. Thus in Ilves's Practice of Fortification, 4 Argument is subject matter for conversation.
1589:- A forte not placed where it were needful, might 5 This letter was from George Dunbar, Earl of skantly be accounted for frontier.' Florio interprets March, in Scotland.
' frontiera, a frontire or bounding place : also a skonce, 6 Richard Scroop, archbishop of York.
a bastion, a defence, a trench, or block-house, upon or * See note on the Merry Wives of Windsor, Act ii. about confines or borders." Sc. 3.
12 Basilisks are a species of ordnance, probably so 8 Shakspeare either mistook the name of Hotspur's named from the imaginary serpent or dragon, with wile (which was not Katherine, but Elizabeth), or else figures of which it was ordinary to ornament great guns designedly changed it, out of the remarkable fondness 13 Occurrences. he seems to have had for the name of Kale. Hall and
14 The motto of the Percy family. Holinshed call her erroneously Elinor.
15 So in Cymbeline we have :9 In King Richard III. we have leaden slurnber"
* As quarrellous as the weasel
About his title ; and hath sent for you,
clude, I am so good a proficient in one quarter of an To hned his enterprise : But if you go
hour, that I can drink with any tinker in his own lanHot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. guage during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, answer me much honour, that thou wert not with me in this action. Directly to this question that I ask.
But, sweet Ned, -to sweeten which name of Ned, in faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,
I give thee this penny-worth of sugar, clapped An if thou wilt not tell me all things true. even now in my hand by an under-skinker; one Hot. Away,
that never spake other English in his life, thanAway, you trifler !-Love? I love thee not, Eight shillings and sirpence, and-You are welcome; I care not for thee, Kate : this is no world, with this shrill addition, - Anon, anon, sir! Score a To play with mammets, and to tilt with lips : pint of bastard in the Half-mom, or so. But, Ned, We must have bloody poses, and crack'd crowns, to drive away the time till Falstaff come, I proythee, And pass them current too. --Gods me, my horse do thou stand in some by-room, while I question my Whai say'st thou, Kate ? what would'st thou have puny drawer, to what end he gave me the sugar; with me?
and do thou never leave calling-Francis, that his Lady. Do you not love me? do you not indeed ? tale to me may be nothing bu-anon. Step aside, Well, do not then; for since you love me not, and I'll show thee a precedent. I will not love myself. Do you not love me?
Poins. Francis! Nay, tell me, if you speak in jest, or nu?
P. Hen. Thou art perfect. Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride?
Poins. Francis !
Fran. Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the Whither I go, nor reason whereabout :
Pomegranate, Ralph. Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude,
P. Hen. Come hither, Francis. This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.
Fran, My lord. I know you wise ; but yet no further wise,
P. Hen. How long hast thou to serve, Francis ? Than Harry Percy's wife : constant you are ;
Fran. Forsooth, five year, and as much as toBut yet a woman: and for secrecy,
Poins. (Within.] Francis ! No lady closer; for I well believe,
Fran. Anon, anon, sir ! Thou will not utter what thou dost not know;
P. Hen. Five years! by'rlady, a long lease for tàe And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kale! clinking of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so Lady. How! so far?
valiant, as to play the coward with thy indenture. Hot. Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate ? and to show it a fair pair of heels, and run from it! Whither I go, thither shall you go too ;
Fran. O lord, sir! I'll be sworn upon all the To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.-
books in England, I could find in my heartWill this content you, Kate ?
Poins. (Within.] Francis ! Lady.
It must, of force.
Fran. Anon, anon, sir.
P. Hen. How old art thou, Francis ?
Fran. Let me see,-About Michaelmas next I
shall be P. Hen. Ned, pr’ythee, come out of that fat room, Poins. (Within.) Francis ! and lend me thy hand to laugh a little.
Fran. Anon, sir.--Pray you, stay a little, my lord. Poins. Where hast been, Hal?
P.Hen. Nay, but hark you, Francis : For the sugar P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, amongst thou gavest me, 'twas a pennyworth, was't not three or four score hogsheads. I have sounded the Fran. O lord, sir! I would it had been two. very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand pouna: brother to a leash of drawers; and can call them ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it. all by their Christian names, as–Tom, Dick, and Poins. (Within.) Francis ! Francis. They take it already upon their salvation, Fran. Anon, anon. that, though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the P. Hen. Anon, Francis ? No, Francis : but toking of courtesy; and tell me fatly I am no proud morrow, Francis ;,or, Francis, on Thursday; or, Jack, like Falstaff; but a Corinthian, * a lad of met, indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But, Francis,tle, a good boy,-by the Lord, so they call me; and Fran. My lord? when I am king of England, I shall command all the P. Hen. Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, crys good lads in Eastcheap. They call—drinking deep, tal-button, nott-pated,' agate-ring, puke-stocking," dying scarlet: and when you breathe in your watering, caddis-garter," smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch, they cry—hem! and bid you play it off. – To con
Boar's Head in Southwark, and Caldecot Manor in Sale I i.e. to strengthen.
folk were part of the lands, &c. he bestowed. 2 Mammets were puppets or dolls, here used by 4 A Corinthian was a vencher a debauchee. The Shakspeare for a female plaything; a diminutive of fame of Corinth, as a place of resort for loose women, mam. Quasi dical parvam matrem, seu matronulam.. was not yet extinct. - Icunculæ, mammets or puppets that goe by devises of 5 Mr. Gifford has shown that there is no ground for wyer or strings, as though they had life and moving the filthy interpretation of this passage which Steevens Junius's Nomenclator, by Fleming, 1585.—Mr. Gifford chose to give. To breathe in your watering,' is '09 has thrown out a conjecture about the meaning of mam- stop and take breath when you are drinking. mets from the Italian mammetta, which signified a 6 It appears from two passages cited by Steevens that bosom as well as a young wench. See Ben Jonson's the drawers kept sugar folded up in paper, ready to Works, vol. 8. p. 66. I have not found the word used be delivered to those who called for sack. in English in that sense ; but mammet, for a puppet or 7 An under-skinker is a tapster, an under-drawer
. dressed up living doll, is common enough.
Skink is drink, liquor ; from scenc, drink, Saxon. 3 Eastcheap is selected with propriety for the scene 8. The prince intends to ask the drawer whether he of the prince's merry meetings, as it was near his own will rob his master, whom
he denotes by these com residence: a mansion called Cold Harbour (near All temptuous distinctions. Hallows Church, Upper Thames Street), was granted 9 Nott-pated is shorn-pated, or cropped; having the to Henry Prince of Wales. 11 Henry IV. 1410. Řymer, hair cut close. vol. vijl. p. 628. In the old anonymous play of King 10 Puke-stockings are dark-colured stockings. Puke Henry V Eastcheap is the place where Henry and his is a colour between russet and black; pullus, Lat. 2g companions meet:– Hen. W: You know the old tavern cording to the dictionaries. By the receipt for dyeing in, in Eastcheap; there is good wine.' Shakspeare has it appears to have been a dark gray or slate colour. hung up a sign for them that he saw daily; for the ii Caddis was probably a kind of ferret or veruled Boar’s Head Lavern was very near Blackfriars’ Play. lace. A slight kind of serge still bears the name of house.-Stone's Survey.
cadis in France. In Glapthorne's Wit in a Constable, Sir John Falstaff was in his lifetime a considerable we are told of 'footmen in cuddis." Garters being for. benefactor to Magdalen College, Oxford; and though merly worn in sight were often of rich materials; to the College cannot give the particulars at large, the wear a coarse cheap sore was therefore reproachful.
Fran. O lord, sir, who do you mean?
of butter? pitiful-hearted butter, that melted at the P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard' is your sweet tale of the sun!* if theu didst, then behold only drink : for, look you, Francis, your white can- that compound. vass doublet will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot Fal. You rogue, here's limes in this sack too : come to so much.
There is nothing but roguery to be found in villain Fran. Whal, sir ?
ous man : Yet a coward is worse than a cup of Poins. (Within.) Francis !
sack with lime in it; a villainous coward.--Go thy P. Hen. Away, you rogue; Dost thou not hear ways, old Jack; die when thou wilt, if manhood, them call ?
good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the (Here they both call him; the Drawer stands earth, then am I a shotten herring. There lives not amazed, not knowing which
go. three good men unhanged in England; and one of Enter Vintner.
them is fat, and grows old : God help the while ! Vint. What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st such a bad world, I say! I would, I were a weaver ; I a calling? Look 10 the guests withiu. (Erit Fran] could sing psalms or any thing: A plague of all My lord, old Sir John, with half a dozen more, are
cowards, I say still. at the door; Shall I let them in ?
P. Hen. How now, wool-sack? what mutter P. Hen. Let them alone awhile, and then open
you? the door. (Exit Vintner.] Poins!
Fal. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of
thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all Re-enter Poins.
thy subjects afore thee like a fock of wild geese, Poins. Anon, anon, sir.
I'll never wear hair on my face more. You prince P. Hen. Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves of Wales ! are at the door; Shall we be merry?
P. Hen. Why, you whoreson round man! what's Poins. As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark the matter ? ye; What cunning match have you made with this Fal. Are you not a coward ? answer me to that ; jest of the drawer? come, what's the issue ? and Poins there?
P. Hen. I am bow of all humours, that have Poins. 'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me show'd themselves humours, since the old days of coward, I'll stab thee. good man Adam, to the pupil age of this present Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned iwelve o'clock at midnight. [Ře-enter Francis ere I call thee coward: but I would give a thousand with wine. What's o'clock, Francis ?
pound, I could run as fast as thou canst. Fran. Anon, anon, sir.
straight enough in the shoulders, you care no: who P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer sees your back: Call you that backing of your words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman! friends? A plague upon such backing! give me -His industry is—-up-stairs, and down-stairs; his them that will face me.--Give me a cup of sack :eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet I am a rogue, if I drunk to-day. of Perey's mind, the Hotspur of the north : he that P. Hen. 0 villain, thy lips are scarce wiped kills me some six or soven dozen of Scots at a since thou drunk'st last. breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife,-
Fal. All's one that. A plague of all cowards, Fye upon this quiet life! I want work. O my sweet still stay 1.
P. Hen. What, a hundred, man?
Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword
with a dozen of them two hours together. I have Poins. Welcome, Jack. Where hast thou been? 'scap'd by miracle. I am eight times thrust through
Fal. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a ven- the doublet; four, through the hose; my buckler geance too! marry, and amen!–Give me a cup of cut through and through; my sword hacked like sack, boy.- Ere I lead this life long, I'll sew nether- a hand-saw, ecce signum. I never dealt better since stocks, and mend them, and foot them too. A I was a man : all would not do. A plague of all plague of all cowards ! --Give me a cup of sack, cowards !—Let them speak; if they speak more or rogue.--Is there no virtue extant ? (He drinks. P. Hen. Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish chaunted from market to market to a vile tune and a
worse throal; whilst the poor country wench mells like 1 A kind of sweet Spanish wine, of which there were butter to hear them." two sorts, brown and white. Baret says that bastarde
5 Eliot, in his Orthoepia, 1593, speaking of sack and ig muscadel, succle wine, mulsun.' Bastard roines rhenish, says, • The vintners of London put in lime; are said to be Spanish wines in general, by Olaus Mag. thence proceed infinite maladies, specially the goutes.' nus. He speaks of them with almost as much enthu. 6 This is the reading of the firsi quarto, 1599. The siasın as Falstaff does of sack, and concludes by saying, folio reads "I could sing all manner of songs.'
Nullum vinum majoris prelii est, quam bastardum, ob passage was probably altered to avoid the penalty of the dulcedinis nobilitatein.'— De Genl. Septent, p. 521.
statule, 3 Jac. I. cxxi. Weavers are mentioned as luv. 2 Or this exclamation, which was frequently used in ers of music in the Twelfth Night The protestants Bacchanalian revelry, the origin or derivation has not who fled from the persecutions of the duke or Alva were been discovered.
mostly weavers, and, being Calvinists, were distin. 3 Stockings.
guished for their love of psalmody. Weavers were sup4. Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter?' posed to be generally good singers: their trade being alludes to Falstaff's entering in a great heat, melting sedentary, they had an opportunity of practising, and with the motion, like butter with the heat of the sun. sometimes in parts, while they were at work. * Pitiful-hearted is used in the sense which Coigrave
7 A dagger of lath is the weapon given to the Vice in gives lo misericordieus, merciful, ziliful, compas. the Old Moralities. In the second part of this play Fal. Gionule, lender.' Theobald reads "pititul.hearted but staff calls Shallow a Vice's dagger. ter,' which is countenanced by none of the old copies,
8 It appears from the old comedy of The Two Angry bulaffords a clear sense. Malone and Steevens have women of Abingdon, (1599) that this method of defence each given a reading, founded upon the quarto of 1599, and fight was then going out of fashion :- I see by this which has at the sweet tale of the sonnes :" but dearth of good swords that sword and buckler fight be. they differ in their explanations of the passage. Their gins to grow out. I am sorry for it ; I shall never see arguinents are too long for this place, and are the less good manhood again. If it be once gone, this poking necessary as I do not adope the readings upon which light of rapier and dagger will come up ihen : then a they are founded. Bisnop Earie, in his Microcosmo- tall man and a good sword-and-huckler-man will be graphy, giving the character of a pot puet, says, His spitted like a cal or a coney: then a boy will be as good frequentest works go out in single sheets, and are as a man,: &c.
less han truth, they are villains, and the sons of could'st not see thy hand ? come tel us your reason ; darkness.
What sayest thou to this? P. Hen. Speak, sirs ; how was it?
Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason. Gads. We four set upon some dozen,
Fal. What, upon compulsion ? No; were I at Fal. Sixteen, at leasi, my lord.
the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I Gads. And bound them.
would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a Peto. No, no, they were not bound.
reason on compulsion! if reasons were as plenty as Fal. You rogue, they were bound, every man of blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon them; or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew." compulsion, I.
Gads. As we were sharing, some six or seven P. Hen. 'I'll be no longer guilty of this sin : this fresh men set upon us,
sanguine coward, ibis bed-presser, this horse-backFal. And unbound the rest, and then come in breaker, this huge hill of flesh;— the other.
Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you P. Hen. What, fought you with them all ? dried neats-longue, bull's pizzle, you stock-fish, Fal. All? I know not what ye call, all; but if o, for breath to utter what is like thee !you taiI fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of lor's yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standradish: if there were not two or three and fifty ing tuckupon poor old Jack, then I am no two-legged crea- P. Hen. Well, breathe awhile, and then to it
again: and when thou hast tired thyself in base Poins. 'Pray God, you have not murdered some comparisons, hear me speak but this. of them.
Poins. Mark, Jack. Fal. Nay, that's past praying for: for I have P. Hen. We two saw you four set on four ; you peppered two of them : two, I am sure, I have paid; bound them, and were masters of their wealth.iwo rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Mark now, how plain a tale shall put you down.Hal,-if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me Then did we two set on you four: and, with a word horse. Thou knowest my old ward ;-here I lay, out-faced you from your prize, and have it, yea, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram and can show it you here in the house :-and, Fal let drive at me,
staff, you carried your guts away as nimbly, with P. Hen. Wiat, four ? thou saidst but two, even as quick dexterity, and roared for mercy, and still
ran and roared, as ever I heard bull-cali. What a Fal. Four, Hal; I told thee four.
slave art thou, to hack thy sword as thou hast done; Poins. Ay, ay, he said four.
and then say, it was in fight? What trick, wł.at Fal. These four came a-front, and mainly device, what starting-hole, canst thou now find out thrust at me. I made me no more ado, but took to hide thee from this open and apparent shame? all their seven points in my target thus.
Poins. Come let's hear, Jack; What trick hast P. Hen. Seven? why, there were but four, even thou now?
Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye, as well as he that Fal. In buckram.
made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters : Was it fa Poins. Ay, four, in buckram suits.
me to kill the heir
apparent ? Should I turn upon Fal. Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else. the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as vae P. Hen. Prythee, let him alone; we shall have liant as Hercules : but beware instinct; the lion
will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great Fal. Dost thou hear me, Hal ?
matter; I was a coward on instinct, I shall Think P. Hen. Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.
the better of myself and thee, during my life; I, for Fal. Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince. Bui, by nine in buckram, that I told thee of,
the Lord, lads, I am glad you have the money.P. Hen. So, two more aiready.
Hostess, clap to the doors; watch to-night, pray Fal. Their points being broken,
to-morrow.--Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, Poins. Down fell their hose.”
all the titles of good fellowship come to you! What, Fal. Began to give me ground : But I followed shall we be merry? shall we have a play extemme close, came in foot and hand; and, with a pore? thought, seven of the eleven I paid.
P. Hen. Content;-and the argument shall be, P. Hen. O monstrous! eleven buckram men thy_running away. grown out of two!
Fala Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou loves Fal. But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten knaves, in Kendal green, came at my
Enter Hostess. back, and let drive at me ;-for it was so dark, Hal, Host. My lord the prince,that thou could'st not see thy hand. P. Hen. These lies are like the father that be- say'st thou to me?
P. Hen. How now, my lady the hostess ? whas gets them; gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Host. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the Why, thou clay-brained guts; thou knotty-pated court at door, would speak with you: he says, he fool; thou whoreson, obscene, greasy tallow
comes from your father. keecho
P. Hen. Give him as much as will make him a Fal. What, art thou mad ? art thou mad ? is not royal man,' and send him back again to my mathe truth, the truth?
ther. P. Hen. Why, how could'st thou know these men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou 4 A kecch is a round lump of fat, rolled up by the
butcher in order to be carried to the chandler, and in its 1 So in The Two Gentlemen of Verona :-'Thou art form resembles the rotundity of a fai man's belly. The an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Chris. old editions read catch. tian.'
5 The strappado was a dreadful punishment inflicted 2 The same jest has already occurred in Twelfth on soldiers and criminals, by drawing them up on high Night, Act i. Sc. 6. To understand it, the double mean with their arms tied backward. Randle Holme says ing of point must be remembered, which signifies a that they were suddenly let fall half way with a jerk, tagged luce used by our ancestors to fasten their gar- which not only broke the arms but shook all the joints ments, as well as the sharp end of a weapon. So in out of joint. He adds, which punishment it is better to Sir Giles Goosocap, a comedy, 1606 :-"Help me to be hanged than for a man to undergo.' Academy of truss my points, I had rather see your hose about Arms and Blazon, b. iii. p. 310. your heels than I would help you to truss a point." 6 It has been proposed to read ecl-skin, with great
3 Kendal Green was the livery of Robert earl or plausibility. Shakspeare had historical authority for Hupungdon and his followers, when in a state of outlaw the leanness of the prince. Stowe speaking of him, says ry, under the name of Robin Hood and his men. The "He exceeded the mean blature of men, his neck long, colour cook its name from Kendal, in Westmoreland, body slender and lear, and his bones small,' &c. fornierly celebrated for its clo h manufacture. Green 7 This is a kind of a joke upon noble and royal, twe still continues the colour of woodmen and gamekeepers. coins, one of the value of 6s. Sd. the other 108.
Fud. What manner of man is he?
P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow. Host. An old men.
Fal. Well, that rascal hath good metile in him; Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at mid- he will not run. night ? --Shall I give him his answer ?
P. Hen. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to P. Hen. 'Pr’ythee, do, Jack.
praise him so for running? Fal. 'Faith, and I'll send him packing. [Erit. Fal. O'horseback, ye cuckoo! but, afoot, he will P. Hen. Now, sirs; by'r lady,
you fought fair ;- not budge a foot. so did you, Peto ;-so did you, Bardolph: you are P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct. lions loo, you ran away upon instinct, you will not Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there touch the true prince, no,-fye
too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps Bard. 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run. more: Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy fa
P. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, How came Fal- ther's beard is turned white with the news ; you staff's sword so hacked?
may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackarel. Peto. Why, he hacked it with his dagger; and P. Hen. Why then, 'ris like, if there come a hot said, he would swear truth out of England, but he June, and this civil buffeting hold, we should buy would make you believe it was done in fight; and maidenheads as they buy hob-nails, by the hunpersuaded us to do the like.
dreds. Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear Fal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is grass, to make them bleed ; and then to beslubber like, we shall have good trading that way. But, our garments with it, and to swear it was the blood tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly afeard ? thou of true men. I did that I did not this seven year being heir apparent, could the world pick thee out before, I blushed to hear his monstrous devices. three such enemies again, as that fiend Douglas,
P. Hen. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the man- thou not horribly afraid ? doth not thy blood thrill ner,' and ever since thou hast blushed extempore : at it? Thou hast fires and sword on thy side, and yet P. Hen. Not a whit, i'faith ; I lack some of thy thou ran'st away; What instinct hast thou for it? instinct.
Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors ? do Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morrow, you behold these exhalations ?
when thou comest to thy father : if thou love me, P. Hen, I do.
practise an answer. Bard. What think you they portend ?
P. Hen. Do thou stand for my father, and exa P. Hen. Hol livers and cold purses."
mine me upon the particulars of my life. Bard. Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.
Fol. Shall I ? content:- This chair shall be my P. Hen. No, if rightly taken, halter.
state,'' this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my Re-enter FALSTAFF.
P. Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone. How golden sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precinow, my sweet creature of bombast? How long ous rich crown, for a pitiful bald crown! is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee?
Ful. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out Ful. My own knce ? when I was about thy years, of thee, now shalt thou be moved.–Give me a cup Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waist; of sack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may bo could have crept into any alderman's thumb-ring thought I have wept; fór I must speak in passion, A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up and I will do it in King Cambyses'il vein. like a bladder. There's villainous news abroad: P. Hen. Well, here is my leg."% here was Sir John Bracy from your father ; you Fal. And here is my speech :-Stand aside, nomust to the court in the morning.. That same bility. mad fellow of the north, Percy ; and he of Wales, Host. This is excellent sport, i'faith. that gave Amaimon the bastinado, and made Luci
Fal. Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears for cuckold, and swore the devil his true liegeman
are vain. upon the cross of a Welsh hook-What, a plague,
Host. O, the father, how he holds his countecall you him? Poins. 0, Glendower.
Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful Fal. Owen, Owen; the same ;--and his son-in
queen, law, Mortimer; and old Northumberland; and that For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. 13 sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs o’horse
Host. O rate! he doth it as like one of these back up a hill perpendicular.
harlotry players, as I ever see. P. Hen. He that rides at high speed, and with his pistol kills a sparrow flying.
Fal. Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle
brain.-Harry, I do not only marvel where thou Fal. You have hit it.
risan or halbert. "The Welsh glaive, (which appears John Blower, in a sermon before her majesty, first to be the same thing, ) Grone says, 'is a kind of bill some. gail :- My royal queen,' and a little after, My noble times reckoned among the pole-axes.' queen. Upon which says the queen, 'What, am I len 8 Pistols were not in use in the age of Henry IV groats worse than I was '-Hearne's Discourse of some They are said to have been much used by the Scotch in Antiquities between Windsor and Oxford.
Shakspeare's time. li. e. taken in the fact. See Love's Labour's Lost, 9 Scotsmen, on account of their blue bonnets. Act i. Sc. 1.
10 In the old anonymous play o! King Henry V. the 2 The fire in Bardolph's face.
same strain of humour is discoverable :- Thou shalt 3 i. e. drunkenness and poverty.
be my lord chief justice, and shalt sit in this chair; and 4 i. e, 'my sweet stuffed creature.' Bombast is col. I'll be the young prince, and hit thee a box of the ear, ton.
Gerard calls the cotton plant the bombast tree. It &c. A state is a chair with a canopy uver it. is here used for the stuffing of clothes. See a note on 11 The banter is here upon the play called A Lamen. Love's Labour's Lost, Act v. Sc. 2.
table Tragedie mixed full of pleasani Mirthe, contain. 6 The custom of wearing a ring upon the thumb is ing the Life of Cambises, King of Persia, by Thomas very ancient.
The rider of the brazen horse in Chau. Preston (1570.] There is a marginal direction in this play, cer's Squiers Tale :
"At this tale tolde, let the queen weep,' which is prob. -upon his thombe he had a ring of gold.
ably alluded to, though the measure in the parody is Grave personages, citizens, and aldermen wore a plain not the same with that of the original. broad gold ring upon the thurnb, which often had a
12 i. e. my obeisance. motto engraved in the inside of it. An alderman's 13 Thus in Cambyses :thumb-ring, and its motto, is mentioned in The Antipo.
Queen. These words to hear makes stilling tears des, by Bromc.
issue from chrystall eyes.' O'A demon ; who is described as one of the four kings Ritson thinks that the following passage in Soliman and who rule over all the demons in the world.
Perseda is glanced at :-
How can mine eyes dart forth a pleasant look,