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he had made two holes in the ale-wive's new petticoat, and peep'd through.

P. Henry. Hath not the boy profited ? Bard. Away, you whorson upright rabbet, away! Page, Away, you rascally Althea's dream, away! P. Henry. Instruct us, boy. What dream, boy? Page. Marry, my lord, Althea dream'd, she was deliver'd of a firebrand; and therefore I call him her dream. 6

P. Henry. A crowns-worth of good interpretation. - There it is, boy.

[Gives bim mony. Poins. O that this good blossom could be kept from cankers! Well, there is fix pence to preserve thee.

Bard. If you do not make him be hang'd among
you, the Gallows shall be wrong'd.
P. Henry. 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 you.
P. Henry. Deliver'd with good respect ;-- and how
doth the Martlemas, your Master ?
Bard. In bodily health, Sir.

Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a physician; but that moves not him ; though that be fick, it dies

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P. Henry. I do allow this wen to be as familiar with me as my dog; and he holds his place ; for, look you, how he writes.

Poins reads. John Falstaff, knight,-Every man must know that, as often as he hath occasion to name himself : even like those that are kin to the King, for

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Shakespeare is here millaken brand that consumed the kingin his Mythology, and has con dom. founded Alibea's firebrand with 7 The Martlemas, your master,} Hecuba's. The firebrand of Al That is, the autumn, or rather thea was real; but Hecuba, when the latter spring. The old felshe was big with Paris, dreamed low with juvenile passions. that she was delivered of a fire 8 This wen.] The swoln ex

crescence of a man.

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they never prick their finger but they say, there is some of the King's blood spilt. How comes that? says he that takes upon him not to conceive : ' the answer is as ready as a borrower's cap; I am the King's poor cousin, Sir.

P. Henry. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it from Japhet. But, to the letter.

Poins. Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of the King, nearest bis father, Harry Prince of Wales, Greeting. Why, this is a certificate.

'P. Henry. Peace.

Poins. I will imitate the honourable Romans in bre. vity. Sure, he means brevity in breath; shortwinded. I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with Poins, for be misuses thy favours so much, that be swears, ibou art to marry his Sisler Nell. Repent at idle times as thou mayht, and so farewel. Thine, by yea and no; which is as much as to say, as thou ufijt him. Jack Falstaff with my familiars : John with my brothers and sisters: and Sir John with all Europe.

Poins. My Lord, I will steep this letter in fack, and make him eat it.

P. Henry. - That's to make him eat twenty of his words. But do you use me thus, Ned? must I marry

? Poins. May the wench have no worse fortune ! But I never said so.

P. Henry. Well, thus we play the fools with the 9 The Arfwer is as ready as a

have left this letter in confusion, borrow'd Cap.) But how is a making the Prince read part, and borrou'd Cap fo ready? Read, a Poins part. I have followed his Borrower's Cap: and then there correction. js some Humour in it. For a That's 10 make him e! Man, that goes to borrow Mony, TWENTY of his words.] Why is of all Others the most complai- juft twenty, when the letter conlant: His Cap is always at hand. tain'd above cight times twenty

WARBURTON. we should read PLENTY; and Frince Henry.) All the edi- in this word the joke, as lender tors, except Sir I homas Harimer, as it is, confifts. WARBURTON.

your Sister?

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269 time, and the spirits of the wise fit in the clouds and mock us. Is your master here in London ?

Bard. Yes, my lord.

P. Henry. Where sups he ? doth the old Boar feed in the old frank ? *

Bard. At the old place, my lord, in East-cheap. P. Henry. What company? Page. ' Ephesians, my lord, of the old church. P. Henry. Sup any women with him? Page. None, my lord, but old Mrs. Quickly, and Mrs. Doll Tear-sheet.

P. Henry. What Pagan may that be?

Page. A proper gentlewoman, Sir, and a kinswoman of my master's.

P. Henry. Even such kin, as the parish heifers are to the town Bull. Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at fupper?

Poins. I am your shadow, my lord, I'll follow you.

P. Henry. Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your master that I am yet come to town. There's for your silence.

Bard. I have no tongue, Sir.
Page. And for mine, Sir, I will govern it.

P. Henry. Fare ye well : go. This Dol Tear-Sheet should be fome road. Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way

between St. Albans and London.

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

Poins. + Put on two leather jerkins and aprons, and wait upon him at his table, as drawers.

Pope. 4 Put on two leather jerkins.] 3 Ephesians, &c.] Ephefian This was a plot very unlikely was a term in the cant of these to succeed where the Prince and times of which I know not the the drawers were all known, but precife notion: it was, perhaps, it produces merriment, which our a toper. So the Hift in the Merry authour found more ueful than Wives of Windsor,

probability. It is thine Hof, thine Ephesian calls,

P. Henry.

Fiank is fty.

P. Henry. From a God to a Bull ? Sa heavy descenfion. It was Jove's case. From a Prince to a prentice? a low transformation ; that shall be mine. For in every thing, the purpose must weigh with the folly. Follow me, Ned.

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Enter Northumberland, Lady Northumberland, and

Lady Percy.
North. Pr’ythee, loving wife, and gentle daughter,

Give even way unto my rough affairs.
Put not you on the visage of the times,
And be like them to Percy, troublesome.

L. North. I have given over, I will speak no more ; Do what

you will ; your wisdom be your guide. North. Alas, sweet wife, my Honour is at pawn, And, but my Going, nothing can redeem it. L. Percy. Oh, yet, for heav'n's fake, go not to

these wars. The time was, father, that When you were more endear'd to it than now ; When your own Percy, when my heart-dear Harry, Threw many a northward look, to see his father

you broke

your word,

s a heavy descension.] Other poetically, as a charioteer, we reading have it declension. Mr. should say his defcenfion: if phyPope chose the first. "On which fically, as a mere globe of light, Mr. Theobald says, But why not his decl.nfon. WARBURTON. declension ? are not the terms pro Defcenfion is the reading of the perly Jynonimous ? If so, might first edition. not Mr. Pope say in his turn, then Mr. Upton proposes that we why not defcenfion ? But it is not should read thus by transpofition. so. And descension was preferred from a God to é Bull, a lozu with judgment. For defcenfion transformation ; - from a Prince fignifies a voluntary going down; to a Prentice, a heavy declenfion. declenfion, a natural and neceffary. This reading is elegant, and perThus when we speak of the Sun, baps right.

· And take thou this. O thoughts of men accurst! Past and to come, seem best; things present, worst.

Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on ?
Haft. We are time's subjects, and time bids, be gone.

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ACT II.

SCENE I.

A Street in LONDO N.

Enter Hostess, with two Officers, Phang and Snare.

HOSTESS.

MR

R. Phang, have you enter'd the action ?

Pbang. It is enter'd. Hoft. Where's your yeoman ? is he a lufty yeoman? Will he stand to it? Phang. Sirrah, where's Snare? Hoft. O Lord, ay, good Mr. Snare. Snare. Here, here. Phang. Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff. Hoft. Ay, good Mr. Snare, I have enter'd him and

all. Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives, for

he will stab. Hoft. Alas-the-day! take heed of him ; he stab'd me in mine own house, and that most beastly; he cares not what mischief he doth, if his weapon be out. He will foin like any devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child. Phang. If I can close with him, I care not for his

thrust. Hoft. No, nor I neither. I'll be at your elbow.

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Pbang.

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