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P. Henry. Content: -and the argument shall be thy running away.

Fal. Ah !--no more of that, Hal, if thou lovest me.

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Enter Hostess.
Hot. O Jesu! my lord the Prince !

P. Henry. How now, my lady the hostess, what fay'st thou to me?

Hoft. Marry, my lord, there is a Nobleman of the Court at door would speak with you ; he says, he comes from your father.

P. Henry. Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and send him back again to my mother.

Fal. What manner of man is he?
Hoft. An old man.

Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Shall I give him his answer?

P. Henry. Pry'thee, do, Jack.
Fal. Faith, and I'll send him packing.

[Exit. P. Henry. Now, Sirs, by'r lady, you fought fair ; so did you, Peto; so did you, Bardolph; you are Lions too, you ran away upon instinct; you will not touch the true Prince; no. Fie!

Bard. 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.

P. Henry. Tell me now in earnest; how came FalStaff's sword so hackt ?

Peto. Why, he hackt it with his dagger, and said, he would swear truth out of England, but he would

I Thereis a Nobleman give this sense the Prince catches the him a much as will make him a word, and bids the landlady give royal man ] I believe here is a him as much as will make bim a kind of jest intended. He that royal man, that is, a real or roya had received a noble was, in cant al, and send him away. language, called a nobleman: in


make you believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like.

Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grafs, to make them bleed, and then beslubber our garments with it, and swear it was ’ the blood of true men. I did that I did not these seven years before, I blush'd to hear his monstrous devices.

P. Henry. O villain, thou stollest a cup of sack eighteen years ago, and wert 'taken with the manner, and ever since thou hast blush'd extempore. Thou hadft + fire and sword on thy side, and yet thou ranneft away ; what instinct hadit thou for it?

Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors ? do you behold these exhalations?

P. Henry. I do,
Bard. What think you they portend?
P. Henry. S Hoc livers, and cold purses.
Bard. Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.
P. Henry. No, if rightly taken, halter.


Re-enter Falstaff

Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone. How now, my sweet creature of bombast? How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thy own knee?

The blood of true men.] That i.e. I suppose, by the lord of it, is, of the men with whom they as a strey. WARBURTON fought, of honeft men, opposed 4 The fire was in his face. A to thieves.

red face is termed a firy face. i taken in the manner.

er.] The While I affirm a firy face Quarto and Folio read with the Is to the owner no disgrace. Hanner, which is right. Taken

Legend of Capt. Jones, with be manner is a law phrase, 5 Hot bers, and cold purjes.) and then in common use, to sig. That is, d unkenness and poverty. nify taken in the fact. But the To drink was, in the language Oxford Editor alters it, for bet- of those times, to heat the livers ter security of the sense, to 6 Bombajt is the ftuting of taken in the MANOUR. cloaths. M 2


Fal. My own knee? When I was about thy years, Hal, I was not an Eagle's talon in the waste; I could have crept into any alderman's thumb-ring. A plague on sighing and grief, it blows up a man like a bladder. There's villainous news abroad; here was Sir John Braby from your Father; you must go to the Court in the morning That same mad fellow of the north, Percy, and he of Wales, that gave Amamon the baltinado, and made Lucifer cuckold, and swore the devil his true Liegeman upon the cross of a Wilshhook : what a plague call you

himPoins. O, Glendower. · Fal. Owen, Owen; the same; and his son in law Mortimer, and old Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of Scots, Dowglas, that runs a horseback up a hill perpendicular.

P. Henry. He that rides at high speed, and with a ? pistol kills a sparrow flying.

Fal. You have hit it.
P. Henry. So did he never the Sparrow.

Fal. Well; that rascal has good metle in him, he will not run.

P. Henry. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him fo for running?

Fal. A horseback, ye cuckow ! but afoot, he will not budge a foot.

P. Henry. Yes, Jack, upon instinct.

Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct : well, he is there too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blue caps more. Worcester is stoln away by night. Thy father's beard is

7 Shakespeare never has any the Scots. Sir Henry Wotton fomecare to preserve the manners of where makes mention of a Scotish the time. Pillols were not known piftol. in the age of Henry. Piitols 8 Blue-caps.) A name of siwere, I believe, about our au dicule given to the Scots from thour's time, eminently used by their blue bonnets.

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turn'd white with the news. 9 You may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackerel.

P. Henry. Then 'tis like, if there come a hor June, and this civil buffetting hold, we shall buy inaidenheads as they buy hob-nails, by the hundred.

Fal. By the mass, lad, thou say'st true; it is like, we shall have good trading that way.--But tell me, Hal, art not thou horribly afeard, thou being heir apparent? Could the world pick thee out three such enemies again as that fiend Dowglas, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower ? art thou not horribly afraid ? doth not thy blood thrill at it?

P. Henry. Not a whit, i'faith ; I lack some of thy instinct.

Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to morrow, when thou com'ft to thy father ; if thou do love me, practise an answer.

P. Henry. Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon the particulars of my life.

Fal. Shall I? content. This Chair shall be my State, this Dagger my Scepter, and this Cushion my Crown.

P. Henry. "Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy golden scepter for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich Crown for a pitiful bald crown.

Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee, now shalt thou be moved-Give me a cup of Sack to make mine eyes look red, that it may be

9 You may buy land, &c.] In Those, therefore, that foresaw a former times the prosperity of change of government, and the nation was known by the va. thought their estates in danger, lue of land as now by the price were desirous to sell then in of stocks. Before Hinry the fe- hafte for something that might be venth made it safe to serve the carried away. king regnant, it was the practice · This answer might, I think, at every revolution for the con- have better been omitted. le queror to confiscate the estates of contains only a repetition of Fal. those that opposed, and perhaps Jiaff's mock-soyalty. of those who did not asliit him.

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thought I have wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it in ’ King Combyses vein.

P. Henry. Well, here is ’ my leg.

Fal. And here is my speech Stand aside, Nobi. lity

Hoft. This is excellent sport, i'faith.
Fal. Weep not, sweet Queen, for trickling tears are

vain. Hot. O the father ! how he holds his countenance ?

Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful Queen, For tears do stop the flood-gates of bır eyes.

Hoft. O rare, he doth it as like one of those harlotry. Players, as I ever see.

Fal. Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle-brain

* Harry, I do not only marvel, where thou spendest thy time, but also, how thou art accompany'd; for sthough the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the fo'oner it wears, Thou art my son; I have partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion; but chiefly, a villainous trick of thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me. If then thou he fon to me, here lyeth the point ; why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at ? Shall che

· A lamentable tragedy, mix- oratory of that time.

WARE. ed full of pleasant mirth, con s Though camomile, &c.] This taining the life of Cambyfes King whole speech is supremely coof Persia. By Tbomas Preton. mick. The simile of camomile


used to illustrate a contrary effect, I question if Shakespeare had brings to my remembrance an ever seen this tragedy; for there observation of a later writer of is a remarkable peculiarity of some merit, whom the desire of measure, which, when he pro- being witty has betrayed into fessed to speak in King Cambyses' a like thought. Meaning to envein, he would hardly have mif- force with great vehemence the sed, if he had known it. mad temerity of young soldiers,

3 My beg.] That is, My obei- he remarks, that though. Bedlam fance to my father.

be in the road to Hogfden, it is out 4 Harry, I do not only maruel, of the way to pranioti0n. &c.] A ridicule on the public


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