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setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to call

me so.

Fal. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say otherwise.

Host. Say, what beast, thou knave, thou ?
Fal. What beast? why, an Otter.
P. Henry. An Otter, Sir John, why an Otter ?

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 ?
Bard. Indeed, Sir John, you said so.
Fal. Yea, if he said, my ring was copper.

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


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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,
Bard. My Lord ?

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 ,
In this fine age, were not thought flattery,
Such attribution should the Dowglas have,
As not a soldier of this season's stamp

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
The tongues of foothers, but a braver place
In my heart's love hath no man than yourself :
Nay, task me to my word; approve me, Lord.

Diwg. Thou art the King of honour;
No man so potent



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. .
Hot. Letters from him? why comes he not himself?
Meil. He cannot come, my lord, he's grievous fick.
Hot. Heav'ns! how has he the leisure to be sick
in such a juftling time? who leads his Pow'rs ?
Under whose government come they along?

Mell. ; His letters bear his mind, not I.
Hot. His mind!
Wor. I pr’ythee, tell me, doth he keep his bed ?

Mel. He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth;
And at the time of my departure thence,
He was much fear'd by his physicians.

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
And that his friends by deputation
Could not so soon be drawn ; nor thought he meet
To lay so dangerous and dear a Trust
+ On any soul remov’d, but on his own.
Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,
That with our small conjunction we hould on,
To see how fortune is dispos'd to us;
For, as he writes, there is no quailing now,
Because the King is certainly posselt
Of all our purposes. What say you to it?

Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us.

Hot. A perilous gash, a very limb lopt off.
And yet, in faith, 'tis not-His present want
Seems more than we shall find it. Were it good,
To set the exact wealth of all our states
All at one Cast; to set so rich a Main
On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour ?
It were not good; for Stherein should we read
The very bottom, and the soul of hope,
The very lift, the very utmost Bound
Of all our fortunes.

Dowg. Faith, and so we should ;
Where now remains a sweet reversion.
We now may boldly spend upon the hope
Of what is to come in :
• A comfort of retirement lives in this.

Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto,
If that the Devil and Mischance look big

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.



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