Bring up his Pow'rs; but he did long in vain! There were two Honours loft; yours and your fon's. To do brave acts. He was indeed the glass, For those, that could fpeak low and tardily, In military rules, humours of blood, He was the mark and glafs, copy and book, Where nothing but the found of Hot-fpur's Name Never, O, never do his Ghoft the wrong, North. Befhrew your heart, Fair daughter, you do draw my fpirits from me, 6 He had no legs, &c.] The of thofe added by Shakespeare twenty-two following lines are after his first edition. POPE. But But I must go and meet with danger there, L. North. Fly to Scotland, 'Till that the Nobles and the armed Commons Have of their puiffance made a little taste. L. Percy. If they get ground and 'vantage of the Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, North. Come, come, go in with me. 'Tis with my As with the tide fwell'd up unto his height, 'Till time and 'vantage crave my company. [Exeunt. Phang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mrs. Quickly. Fal. Away, varlets. Draw, Bardolph, cut me off the villain's head; throw the quean in the kennel. Hoft. Throw me in the kennel? I'll throw thee in the kennel. Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou baftardly rogue. Murder, murder! O thou hony-fuckle villain, wilt thou kill God's officers and the King's? O thou honyfeed rogue! thou art a hony-feed, a man-queller, and a woman-queller. Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph. Phang. A rescue, a rescue ! Hoft. Good people, bring a refcue or two; 3 thou wo't, wo't thou? thou wo't, wo't thou? do, do, thou rogue, do, thou hemp-feed! 4 Fal. Away, you fcullion, you rampallian, you fuf tilarian: I'll tickle your catastrophe. SCENE II. Enter Chief Justice attended. Cb. Just. What's the matter? keep the peace here, hoa! Hoft. Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, ftand to me. Cb. Juft. How now, Sir John? what, are you brawling here? Doth this become your place, your time, and business? You should have been well on your way to York. 2 Hony-fuckle villain-bonyfeed rogue.] The landlady's corruption of homicidal and homicide. THEOBALD. Thou wo't, wo't thou? &c.] The first folio reads, I think, lefs properly, thou wilt not? thou wilt not r S 2 4 Fal. Away, you feullion.] This fpeech is given to the page in all the editions to the folio of 1664. It is more proper for Fulstaff, but that the boy muft not ftand quite filent and useless on the ftage. -Stand Stand from him, fellow; wherefore hang'ft thou on him? Hoft. O my most worshipful lord, an't please your Grace, I am a poor widow of Eat-cheap, and he is arrested at my fuit. Ch. Juft. For what fum? Hoft. It is more than for some, my lord, it is for all ; all I have; he hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all my fubftance into that fat belly of his. -But I will have fome 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 I have any 'vantage of ground to get up. Ch. Juft. How comes this, Sir John? fie, what man of good temper would endure this tempeft of exclamation? are you not afham'd to inforce a poor widow to fo rough a courfe to come by her own? Fal. What is the grofs fum that I owe thee? Hoft. Marry, if thou wert an honeft man, thy felf, and the mony too. Thou didft fwear to me on a parcel-gilt goblet, fitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a fea-coal fire, on Wednesday in Whitfunweek, when the Prince broke thy head for likening his father to a finging man of Windfor; thou didst fwear to me then, as I was wafhing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canft thou deny it? did not good-wife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me goffip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us, fhe had a good difh of prawns; whereby thou didft defire to eat fome; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a green wound; and didft not thou, when he was gone down stairs, 5 For likening his father to a finging man.] Such is the reading of the first edition, all the reft have for likening him to a finging man. The original edi 8 tion is right; the prince might allow familiarities with himself, and yet very properly break the knight's head when he ridiculed his father. defire defire me to be no more fo familiarity with fuch poor people, faying, that ere long they fhould call me Madam? and didft thou not kifs me, and bid me fetch thee thirty fhillings? I put thee now to thy book oath; deny it, if thou canst. Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad foul; and she fays up and down the town, that her eldest fon is like you. She hath been in good cafe, and the truth is, poverty hath distracted her. But for thefe foolish Officers, I beseech you, I may have redress against them. Ch. Juft. Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true caufe the false way. It is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words that come with fuch more than impudent fawcinefs from you, can thruft me from a level confideration. I know, you have practifed upon the eafyyielding fpirit of this woman. Hoft. Yes, in troth, my lord. Ch. Just. Pry'thee, peace.-Pay her the debt you owe her, and unpay the villainy you have done her; the one you may do with fterling mony, and the other with current repentance. Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this fneap without reply. You call honourable boldness impudent fawcinefs; if a man will court'fie and fay nothing, he is virtuous. No, my lord, my humble duty remember'd, I will not be your fuitor; I fay to you, I defire deliverance from thefe officers, being upon hafty employment in the King's affairs. Ch. Juft. You fpeak, as having power to do wrong; I know you have practifed] In the first quarto it is read thus. You have, as it appears to me, practifed upon the eafy yielding fpirit of this woman, and made her ferve your fes both in purse and perfon. Without this the |