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setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to call
Fal. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say otherwise.
Host. Say, what beast, thou knave, thou ?
Fal. Why? she's neither fish nor felh; a man knows not where to have her.
Hoft. Thou art an unjust man in saying fo: thou, or any man knows where to have me, thou knave, thou !
P. Henry. Thou say'st true, hostess, and he Nanders thee most grossly.
Hoft. So he doth you, my lord, and said this other day, you ow'd him a thousand pound.
P. llenry. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?
Fal. A thousand pound, Hal? a million; thy love is worth a million, thou ow'st me thy love.
Hot. Nay, my lord, he call'd you Jack, and said, he would cudgel you.
Fal. Did I, Bardolph ?
P. Henry. I say, 'tis copper. Dar’st thou be as good as thy word now ?
Fal. Why, Hal, thou know'st, as thou art but a man, I dare; but as thou art a Prince, I fear thee, as I fear the roaring of the Lion's whelp.
P. Henry. And why not as the Lion?
Fal. The King himself is to be fear'd as the Lion; doft thou think, I'll fear thee, as I fear thy father? nay, if I do, let my Girdle break!
P. Henry. O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about thy knees! But, Sirrah, there's no room for faith, truth, nor honesty, in this bosom of thine ; it is all fill'd up with guts and midriff. Charge an honest woman with picking thy pocket! why, thou whorson,
impudent, 'imboss'd rascal, if there were any thing in thý pocket but tavern-reckonings, Memorandums of bawdy-houses, and one poor penny-worth of sugarcandy to make thee long-winded; if thy pocket were enrich'd with any other injuries but these, I am a villain. And yet ' you will stand to it, you will not pocket up wrongs. Art thou not alham'd ?
Fal. Doft thou hear, Hal? thou know'st in the state of innocency, Adam fell: and what should poor Jack Falstaff do, in the days of villainy ? Thou seest, I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.—You confess then, you pickt my pocket?
P. Henry. It appears so by the story.
. Hostess, I forgive thee; go make ready Breakfast
. Love thy husband, look to thy servants, and cherish thy guests; thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason. Thou seest, I am pacify'd still.-Nay, I pr’ythee, be gone.
[Exit Hostess. Now, Hal, to the news at Court? For the robbery, lad, how is that answer'd ?
P. Henry. O my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to thee. The money is paid back again. Fal
. O, I do not like that paying back ; 'tis a double labour.
P. Henry. I am good friends with my father, and may do any thing.
Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou do'st, and do it with unwash'd hands too.
Bard. Do, my Lord.
P. Henry. I have procur’d thee, Jack, a Charge of foot.
Fal. I would, it had been of horse. Where shall I
impudent, imbor'd rascal,-] pose Falstaff in prelling the rob19.b fed is fwoln, puffy.
bery upon his hotters, had de- and yet you will fand to clared his resolution not to pocket it. will
not pocket up wrongs :) up wrongs or injuries, to which Some part of this merry dialogue the prince aliudes. seems to have been loft. I lupVol. IV. o
find one, that can steal well? O, for a fine thief, of two and twenty, or thereabout; I am heinously unprovided. Well, God be thank'd for these rebels, they offend none but the virtuous; I laud them, I praise them.
P. Henry. Bardolph,
P. Henry. Go bear this letter to lord Jobn of Lancaster, to my brother John. This to my Lord of Westmorland; go. - Peto, to horse ; for thou and I have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner-time. Jack, meet me to-inorrow in the Temple-Hall at two o'clock in the afternoon, there shalt thou know thy charge, and there receive mony and order for their furniture. The Land is burning, Percy stands on high ; And either they, or we, must lower lie. Fal, Rare words! brave world !-Hostess, my
breakfast, come. Oh, I could wish, this tavern were my drum! [Exeunt.
Changes to SHREW SBUR Y.
Enter Hot-spur, Worcester, and Dowglas.
Scot. If ,
go so gen'ral current through the World. 2 Peto, to horse ;-) I have Peto afterwards, not riding cannot but think that Prto is with the Prince, but lieutenant again put for Poins. I suppose to Faljiaff. the copy had only a P
By heav'n, I cannot flatter, I defy
Diwg. Thou art the King of honour;
the ground, But I will beard him Hot. Do so, and 'tis well
· Enter a Messenger. What letters halt thou there?I can but thank you.
Mel. These letters come from your father. .
Mell. ; His letters bear his mind, not I.
Mel. He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth;
Wor. I would, the state of time had first been whole, Ere he by sickness had been visited ; His health was never better worth than now. Hot. Sick now? droop now? this sickness doth
infect The very life.blood of our enterprise ; 'Tis catching hither, even to our Camp.
} Meil. His letters bear his His letters lear bis mind. The mind, not I h's mind. The line other replics, His mind! hould be read and divided thus, As much as to say, I inquire not
Meil. His letters bear his mind, about his mind, I want to know at I, Hot. His mind!
where his powers are. This is Hat J, ur had asked who leads his natural, and perfectly in characfower! The B'e Jerger answers,
He writes me here, that inward sickness
Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us.
Hot. A perilous gash, a very limb lopt off.
Dowg. Faith, and so we should ;
Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto,
4 On any foul removed. ] On can think on no other word than any less near to himself; on any risque. whose interest is remate.
Therein should we risque S therein should we read The very bottom, &c. The very bottom, and the soul of The lix is the selvage; figura
bope,] To read the bottom tively, the utmost line of circumand soul of hope, and the bound of ference, the utmost extent. fortune, though all the copies • A comfort of retirement.) A and all the editors have received support to which we may
have it, surely cannot be right. I recourse.