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gout, or, a gout of this pox 1 for the one, or the
other, plays the rogue with my great toe. It is
no matter, if I do halt ; I have the wars for my
colour, and my pension shall seem the more
reasonable : A good wit will make use of anything ;
I will turn diseases to commodity. [Exit.

SCENE in.—- York. A Boom in the Arch-
bishop's Palace,

Enter t^ Archbishop of Yore, the Lord HAsmves,
MowBRAT, and Lord Babdolph.

Arch. Thus have yon heard onr cause, and
know our means ;
And, my most noble friends, I pray yon all.
Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes :
Aiid. first, lord marshal, what say you to it f

Mowb. I well allow the occasion of our arms ;
But gladly would be better satisfied
How, in onr means, we should advance ourselves
To look with forehead bold and big enough
Upon the power and puissance of the king.

Bast. Our present musters grow npon the file
To five-and-twenty thousand men of choice ;
And our supplies Uve largely in the hope
Of great Northumberland, whose bosom boms
With an incensed fire of injuries.

L. Bard. The question, then. Lord Hastings,
standeth thus ;
Whether our present five and-twenty ^onsand
May hold up head without Northumberland.

Hast. With him, we may.

L. Bard. Ay, marry, there's the point :

But if without him we be thought too feeble.
My judgment is, we should not step too far
Till we bad his assistance by the hand:
For, in a theme so bloody-fac*d as this,
Conjecture, expectation, and surmise
Of aids incertain, should not be admitted.

Arch. 'Tis very true. Lord Bardolph; for,
It was young Hotspur's ease at Shrewsbury.

L. Bard. It was, my lord ; who lin'd himself
with hope.
Eating the air on promise of supply.
Flattering himself with project of a power
Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts ;
And so, with great imadnation,
Proper to madmen, led his powers to death.
And, winking, leap'd into destiuotioii. T

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ffast Bttt, bj TOUT leftTe, it never yet did hnrt,
To lay down likelihoods, and fonns of hope.

L. Bard, Yes ; — if tbie present quality of war
(Indeed the instant action, a oanse on foot)
LiTes so in hope, as in an early snring [fruit,
We see the appearing buds; wnich, to prove
Hope gives not so much warrant as despair
That frosts will bite them. When we mean to

We first «Qrvey the plot, then draw the model ;
And when we see the figure of the house,
Then must we rate the cost of the erection:
Which if we find outweighs ability,
What do we then, but draw anew the model
In fewer offices ; or, at least, desist
To build at all f Much more In this great work,
fWhich is, almost, to pluck a kingdom down,
And set another up) should we survey
The plot of situation, and the model ;
Consent upon a sure foundation ;
Quesiion surveyors ; know our own estate,
How able such a work to undergo.
To weigh against his opposite; or else,
We fortify in paper, and in figures.
Using the names of men instead of men:
Like one that draws the model of a house
Beyond his power to build it ; who, half through,
Gives o*er, and leaves his part created cost
A naked subject to the weeping douds.
And waste for churlish winter's tyranny,

Hoit, Grant, that our hopes (yet likely of Mr
Should be still-bom, and that we now possess'd
The utmost man of expectation ;
I think we are a body strong enough.
Even as we are, to equal wiih the king.

L. Bard. What 1 is the king bat five-andt wenty
thousand f

ffoit. To us no more ; nay, not so much, Lord
For his divisions, as the times do brawl,
Are in three heads; one power against the French,
And one against Glendower ; perforce, a third
Must take np us : So is the unfirm king


In three divided ; and his coffers sound

With hollow poverty and emptiness.

Areh, That he should draw Ids several strengthfi
And come against us in full puissance.
Need not be dreaded.

Host If he should do so,

Heleaveshisbacknnarm'd, the French and Welsh
Baying him at the heels : never fear that

L. Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his
forces hither ? [land :

Hast. The Duke of Lancaster and Westmore-
Against the Welsh^himself and Harry Monmouth :
Bat who is substituted 'gainst the French,
I have no certain notice.

Arch. Let us on ;

And publish the occasion of our arms.
The commonwealth is sick of their own choice,
Their over-greedy love hath surfeited :
An habitation giddy and unsure
Hath he that bnildeth on the vulgar heart.
O thoa fond many! with what loud applause
Didst thou beat Heaven with blessing Boling-

Before he was what thou wouldst have him be I
And being now trimm'd in thine own desires,
Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him.
That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up.
So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge
Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard ;
And now thou wouldst eat thy dead vomit up.
And ho wPst to find it. What trust is in these times?
They that when Bichard liv'd would have him die,
Are now become enamonr'd on his grave :
Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly bead,
When through proud London he came sighing on
After the admired heels of Bolingbroke,
Oriest now, **0 earth, yield us that king again.
And take thou this I" O thoughts of men aocurs'd !
Past, and to come, seem heist ; things present,
worst. [on ?

Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set

Hast, We are time's subjects, and time bids
be gone. IJSmsmnt.

ACT n.

SCENE L— London. A StreeU

Enter Hostess ; Fano, and his Boy, with her ;
and Snabb foUctoing.

Host. Master Fang, have yon entered the

Fang. It is entered. [action f

Host. Where's your yeoman? Is't a lusty
yeoman f will he stand to't ?

F€mg. Sirrah, where's Snare f

Host. Ay, ay ; good Master Snare I

/Snare. Here, here.

Fang. Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff .

Host. Ay, good Master Snare; I have entered
him and all.

Snare. It may chance cost some of ns our
lives ; he will stab.

Host. Alas the day ! take heed of him ; he
stabbed me hi mine own house, and that most
beastly : in good faith, he cares not what mis-
oLiof he dotn, if his weapon be out : he willfoin
like any devil: he will spare neither man.
Woman, nor child.

Fang» If I can close with him I care not for
his thrust.

Host. No, nor I neither : Pll be at your elbow.

Fang. If I but fist him once ; if he come but
within my vice ; —

Host. 1 am undone with his going ; I warrant
he is an infinitive thing upon my score :— (Jood
Master Fang,holdhim sure ; — good Master Snare,
let him not 'scape. He comes continually to Pie-
comer (saving your manhoods), to buy a saddle;
and he is indited to dinner to the Lubbar'sHead
in Lnmbert street, to Master Smooth's the silk-
man : I pray ye, since my ezion js entered, and
my case so openly known to the world, lei him
be brought in to his answer. A hundred mark
is a long one for a poor lone woman to bear :
and I have borne, and borne, and borne ; and
have been f ubbed off, and f ubbed off, from this
day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought
on. There is no honesty in such dealing ; unless
a woman should be made an ass, and a beast to
bear every knave's wrong.

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gnter Sir Jomn Falbtaw, Page, and 6abdoi.pb.
Yonder be oomes; and that arrant malmseT-
nose Bardolph with him. Do your offices, do
your offioee. Master Fang and Master Snare ,
do me, do me, do me yonr offices.

Fal, How now f who's mare's deau 7 what's
the matter f

Fang. Sir John, I arrest yoa at the snit of
Mlstrees Qnickly.

Fal. Away, varlets !— Draw, Bardolph; oat
me off the ▼illain's head; throw the qoean in
the channeL

Ho8t, Throw me in the channel ? Til throw
thee there. Wilt thon ? wilt thon f thon bas-
tardly rogne 1 — Marther.mnrther I thon honey-
snokle TiUain, wilt thon kill God s officers, and the
king's f tboa honey- seed rogue 1 thon art a
hooey-seed ; a man qneller, and a woman qneller.

Fal, Keep them off, Bardolph.

Fang, A rescue I a rescae I

Ho9t. CK>od people, brins a resone. Thon
wilt not ? thon wilt not f do, do, thon rogne t
do, thon hemp-^eed I

Fal. Away, yon scolUont yon rampallionl
yoa fostilarian t I'll tickle yonr catastrophe.
Enter the Lord Chief Justice, attended,

Ck, Just, What's the matter? keep the peaoe
here, hoi

Host, Good my lord, be good to mel I
beseech you, stand to me !

Ok, Just. How now. Sir John? what, are yoa
bnwling here ?
Doth this become your plaee, yonr time, and

business ?
Yoa should have been well on your way to York.—
Stand from him, fellow. Wherefore hang'st
upon Urn ?

Host, 0, my most worshipful lord, an't please
your grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap,
and be is arrested at my suit

Oh. Just. For what sum ?

Host. It is more than for some, my lord : it iA
for all, all I have : he hath eaten me oat of house
and home ; he hath put all my substance into that
fat belly of his : — out I will have some of it out
again, or I'll ride thee o'nights, like the mare.

Fal, I think I am as like to ride the mare, if
1 have any vantage of ground to get up.

Ok. Just. How comes this. Sir John? Fie I
what man of good temper wonld endure this
tempest of excUmation ? Are you not ashamed
to euforce a poor widow to so rough a course to
come by her own ?

Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee ?

Most. Many, if thou wert an honest man, thy-
self and the money too. Thou didst swear to me
upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-
ebamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire,
on Wednesday in Whitsun-week. when the prince
broke thy head for liking his father to asinging-
mau of Windsor ; thou didst swear to me then,
as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and
make me my lady thy wife. Oanst thou deny it ?
Did not good wife Keech, the butcher's wife, come
in then, and call me gossip Quickly ? coming in
to borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling ns she had
a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst
aesire to eat some ; wherebv I told thee they
were ill for a green wound? And didst not
thou, when she was gone down stairs, desire me
to b«» no more so familiar with such poor people ;
flsyug, that we long they should call me madam f

IV. —PART IL 406

And didst thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch
thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy
book-oath ; deny it, if thon canst.

FaL My lord, this is a poor mad soul : and
she says, np and down the town, that her eldest
son is like you: she hath been in good case, and
the truth is, poverty hath distracted her. But
for these foolish officers, I beseeeh yoa, I may
have redress against them.

Ok, Just, Sir John, Sir John, I am well
acquainted with vour manner of wrenching the
true cause the false way. It is not a confident
brow, nor the throng of words that come with
such more than impudent sauciness from you,
can thrust me from a level consideration. I
know you have practised apon the ea«y yielding
spirit of this woman.

Host, Yes, in troth, my lord.

Oh. Just. Prithee, peaoe : — ^Pay her the debt
you owe her, and unpay the villainy you have
done her; the one you may do with sterling
money, and the other with current repentance.

Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap
without reply. You call honourable boldness,
impudent sauciness: ifamanwillcoort'syandsay
nothing, he is virtuous : No, my lord, my humble
duty remembered, I will not be your suitor. I say
to yon, Ido desire deliverance from these officers,
bemg upon hasty employment in the king's affairs.

OH Just Yon speak as having power to do
wrong ; but answer in the effect of your reputa-
tion, and satisfy the poor woman.

FaL Gome hither, nostess.

[Tahing her aside.

Enter Gownn.

OK Just. Now, Master Gower : what news ?

Oov>. The king, my lord, and Henry prince of
Are near at hand : the rest the paper tells.

Fal. As I am a gentleman ;—

Host. Nay, you said so before.

Fal, As I am a gentleman ; Gome, no more

words of it.

Host. By this heavenly ground I tread on, I
must be fain to pawn both my plate and the
tapestry of my dining-chambers.

Fal. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking ; and
for thy walls, — a pretty slight drollery, or the
story of the prodigal, or the German hunting in
water-work, is worth a thousand of these bed-
hangings, and these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it
be ten pound if thou canst. Come, if it were not
for thy humours, there is not a better wench in
England. Go, wash thv face, and draw thy action:
Ck>me, thou must not be in this humour with me.
Oome, I know thou wast set on to this.

Host. Prithee, Sir John, let it be but twenty
nobles. I loath to pawn my plate, in good
earnest, la.

Fal. Let it alone ; m make other shift : You'll
be a fool still.

Host. Well, yon shall have it, though I pawn
my gown. I hope you'll come to supper : You'll
pay me altogether ?

Fal, Will I live?— Go, with her, with her [to
Babdolph] ; hook on, hook on.

Host. Will you have Doll Tear-sheet me«t
you at supper ?

Fal. No more words, let's have her.
[Exeunt Hostess, Bard., Officers, and Page.

uk. Just, I have heard better news.

Fal. What't the news, my goodiloTd? ^ ^ i ^
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Oh. Just, Where lay the king lust night f

Oow. At Basingstoke, my lord.

Fal. I hope, my lord, all*8 well : What is the
news, my lord?

Ch. Just, Oome all hia forces back r

Oifw, No; fifteen hundred foot, flye hundred
An marched np to my Lord of Lancaster,
Against Northnmberland and the archbishop.

Fal» Ck>me8 the king back from Wales, my
noble lord f [presently :

OK Just, Ton shall haTe letters of me
Cknne, go along with me, good Master Oower.

^oZ. My lord I

Ok, Just, What's the matter?

FdL Master Gower, shall I entreat yon with
me to dinner?

Oow, I most wait upon my good lord here; I
tiiank yon, good Sir John.

Ok, Just, Sir John, yon loiter here too long,
seeing yon are to take soldiers np in counties as
yon go.

Fal, Will you sup with me, Master Oower?

Oh, Just. What foolish master taught you
these manners, Sir John ?

Fal, Master Gower, if they become me not,
he was a fool that taught them me.— This is the
right fencing grace, my lord ; tap for tap, and
so part fair.

Ch, Just, Now the lord lighten theet thon
art a great fool. \Exeunt.

SCENE H.'-The same. Another street.
Enter Prince Henbt and Poins.

P. ffen. Trust me, I am exceeding weary.

Poins, Is it come to that? I bad thought
weariness durst not have attached one of so
high blood.

P,,ffen, 'Faith it doth me; though it disco-
lours the complexion of my greatness to acknow-
ledge it. Doth it not show Tilely in me to
desire small beer?

Point. Why, a prince should not be so loosely
studied as to remember so weak a composition.

P. Hen, Belike then my appetite was not
princely got ; for, in troth, I do now remember
the poor oreatare, small beer. But, indeed, these
humble considerations make me out of love with
my greatness. What a disgrace is it to me to
remember thy name ? or to know thy face to-
morrow ? or to take note how many pair of silk
stockings thou hast; Tiz., these, and those that
were thy peach-coloured ones? or to bear the
inventory of thy shirts ; as, one for superfluity,
and one other for use? — ^bat that the tennis-court
keeper knows better than I ; for it is a low ebb
of linen with thee, when thon keep'st not racket
there; as thon hast not done a great while,
because the rest of thy low-countries haye made
a shift to eat up thy bolland.

Poins, How ill it ollows, after yon have
laboured so hard you should talk so idly I Tell
me, how many good young princes would do so,
their fathers f^ing so sick as yours ia ?

P. Hen, Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins ?

Poins, Tes ; and let it be an excellent good

P. Hen, It shall serye among wits of no higher
breeding than thine.

Poins. Go to ; I stand the push of your one
thing that you'll tell.

P.Sen. Why,IteUthee,-4tisnotmsetthatI I


should be sad, now my fttfher is sick ; albeU I
could tell to tiiee (as to one it pleases me, for
fault of a better, to call my friend), I could be
sad, and sad indeed too.

Poins, Very hardly upon such a subject.

P. Hen, By this hand, thou think'st me as far
in the devil's book, as thou and Falstaif, for
obduracy and nersistency : Let the end try tiie
man. But I tell thee, my heart bleeds inwardly
that my father is so dck : and keeping such vile
company as thou art hath in reason taken from
me all ostentation of sorrow.

Poins. The reason ?

P,Hen, What wouldst thou think of me if I
should weep ?

Poins. 1 would think thee a most princely

P. Hen. It would be every man's thought: and
thou art a blessed fellow to think as every man
thinks ; never a man's thought in the world keens
the road-way better than thme : every man would
think me an hypocrite indeed. And what accifcea
your most worshipful thought to think so ?

Potns. Why, because you have been so kwd
and so much engraffed to Falstafl.

P. Hen. And to thee.

Poins. Nay, I am well spoken of; I can hear it
with my own ears: the worst that they can say of
me is, that I am a second brother, and that I am
a proper fellow of my hands : and those two
thmgs I confess, I cannot help. Look, look,
here comes Bardolph.

P. Hen. And the boy that I gaveFalstaff : he
had him from me Christian ; and see, if the fat
villain have not transformed him ape.

Enter Bardolph tmd Page.

Bard, Save your grace I

P. Hen. And yours, most noble Bardolph t

Bard. Come, you pernicious ass [to the Page J,
jou bashful fool, must yon be blushing ? where-
fore blush you now ? what a maidemy man at
arms are you become I Is it such a matter to get
a pottle-pot's maidenhead ?

Page. He called me even now, my lord, through
a red lattice, and I could discern no part of his
face from the window : at last, I spied his eyes :
and, methought, he had made two holes in the
ale-wifo's new petticoat, and peeped through.

P. Hen. Hath not the boy profited ?

Bard. Away, you whoreson, upright rabbit,
away 1

Page, Away, you rascally Althea's dream, awayt

P. Hen. Instruct us, boy : What dream, boy ?

Page. Marry, my lord, Althea dreamed she was
delivered of a firebrand; and therefore I call
him her dream.

P. Hen, A crown's worth of good interpretation.
There it is^ bov. lOives him money,

Poins, C, that this good blossom could be
kept from cankers l~Well, there is sixpence to
preserve thee.

Bard, If you do not make him to be hanged
among you, the gallows shall be wronged.

P. Hen. And how doth thy master, Bardolph?

Bard. Well, my good lord. He heard of your
grace's coming to town ; there's a letter for yoo.

Poins. Delivered with good respect. Andhow
doth the martlemas, your master?

Bard, In bodily health, sir ?

Puins. Marry, the immortal part needs a phy-
sician : but that moves not him : though that be
sick, it dies not C^r\r\nlc>

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P. Hen, I do allow this w«n to be as fami Ur
wiUi me as my dog : and he holds his plaoe ; for,
look yoQ, how he writes.

Pcins. IBeads.] John Falstaff, knighi,— Eyery
man mast kuow that, as oft as he has occasion to
3 himself. Even like those that are kin to the


king; for the^ never prick their finger, hot they
•ay, ** There is some of the king's blood spilt :"
** How comes that ?" says he, that takes apou him
not to conceive: the answer is as ready as a bor-
lower's cap; **I am the king's poor cousin, sir."

P. Hen, Nay, they will be kin to os, but they
will fetch it from Japhet. Bntto the letter:—

Point. ** Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of
the king, nearest his father, Harry Prince of
Wales, greeting."— "Why, this is a certificate.

P. Hen, Peace I

Poine. " I will imitate the honomrable Bomans
in brevity : " — snre he means brevity in breath ;
short* winded. — "I commend me to thee, I com-
mend thee, and I leave thee.— Be not too familiar
with Poins ; for he misoses thy favours so mnch,
that he swears thoa art to marry his sistor Nell.
Repent at idle times as thoa may8t,and so farewell.
** Thine, by yea and no (which is as mnch
as to say, as thoa nsest him). Jack
Falstaff, with my familiars; John,
with my brothers and sisters; and
Sir John with all Europe."
Uy lord, I will stoep this letter in sack, and
make him eat it.

P. Hen. That's to make him eat twenty of his
words. Bnt do yoa use me thus, Ned 7 mast I
marry your sister f

Poine, May the wench have no worse fortone I
but I never raid so.

P. Hen. Well, thas we play the fools with the
time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds
and mock us. Is joar master here in London '/

Bard. Yes, my lord.

P. Hen. Where snpshe? doth the old boar
feed in the old frank ?

Bard. At the old place, my lord; in Eastoheap.

P. Hen. What company f

Page. Ephesians, my lord ; of the old church.

P. Hem, Sup any women with him J

Page, None, my lord, bnt old Mistress Quickly
and Mistress Doll Tear-sheet.

P. Hen, What Pagan may that be?

Page. A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kins-
woman of mv master's.

P. Hen. Even such kin as the parish-heifers
are to the town-bolL Shall we steal upon them,
Ned, at supper ? [vou.

Potfu. I am your shadow, my lord ; PU follow

P. Hen. Sirrah, you boy, — and Bardolph ; —
no word to your master that I am yet in town :
There's for your cileuce.

Bard. I have no tongue, sir.

Page, And for mine, sir, — ^I will govern it.

P. Hen. Fare ye well ; go. {Exit Basd. and
P*S^]— This Don Tearaheet should be some
^ road.

Potiis. I warrant you, as common as the way
between Saint Alban's and London.

P. Hen, How might we toe Falstaff bestow
himself to-night in his true colours, and not our-
selves be seen ?

Pot'iis. Put on two leather jerkins and aprons,
and wait upon him at table like drawers.

P. Hen. From a god to a bull f a heavy declen-
sion) it was Jove's case. From a prince to a pren-

tice ? a low transformation 1 that shall be mine :
for, In everything, the purpose must weigh with
the folly. Follow me, Ned. {Exeunt,

SCENE rCL— Warkworth. Brfore ike CasOe.

Enter Northuhbbrland, Lady Nobthumbeb-
LAND, and Lady Pebct.

yorik. I prithee, loving wife, and gentle
Give even way unto my rough affairs :
Put not vou on the visage of the times,
And be, like them, to Percy troublesome.

Lady N, 1 have given over, I will speak no
Do what you will ; your wisdom be your guide.

North, Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pa?m;
And, but my going, nothing can redeem it.

Lady P. 0, yet, for Heaven's sake, go not to
these wars I
The time was, father, that you broke your word,
When you were more endear'd to it than now ;
When your own Percy, when my heart's dear

Threw many a northward look, to see his father
Bring up his powers ; but he did long in vain.
Who then persuaded you to stay at home f
There were two honours lost ; yours, and your

For Tours, may heavenly glory brighten it t
For his, it stuck upon him, as the sun
In the grey vault of heaven : and, by his light.
Did all the chi^ralry of England move
To do brave acts ; he was, indeed, the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
He had no legs that practis'd not his gait :
And speaking thick, which Nature made his

Became the accents of the valiant ;
For those that could speak low, and tardily,
Would turn their own perfection to abuse.
To seem like him : So that, in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight.
In military rules, humours of blood.
He was the mark and glass, copy and book.
That fashion'd others. And him, — wondrous

him I
miracle of men I— him did yon leave
(Second to none., unseconded by yon).
To look upon the hideous god of war
In disadvantage ; to abide a field.
Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name
Did seem defensible : — so you left him :
Never, never, do bis ghost the wrong.
To hold your honour more precise and nice
With others, than with him ; let them alone ;
The marshal and the archb^hop are strong :
Had my sweet Harry had bnt half their numbers.
To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck
Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave.

North. Beshrew your heart,

Fair daughter I you do draw my spirits from me.
With new lamenting ancient oversights.
But I must go, and meet with danger there ;
Or it will seek me in another place.
And find me worse provided.

Lady N. 0, fly to Scotland,

Till that the nobles and the armed commons.
Have of thehr puissance made a little taste.
Lady P. If they get ground and vantage of
the king.
Then join you with them, like a rib of steel.

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