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and Owen Glendower? Is there not, besides, the Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. Douglas ? Have I not all their letters, to meet me Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, answer me in arms by the ninth of the next month ? and are Directly to this questiou that I ask. they not, some of them, set forward already ? In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, What a pagan rascal is this? an infidel? Ha! you An if thou wilt not tell me all things true. shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold Hot. Away, heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our pro- Away, you trifler! - Love! - I love thee not, ceedings. 0, I could divide myself, and go to I care not for thee, Kate : this is no world buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed milk To play with mammets %, and to tilt with lips : with so honourable an action ! Hang him ! let him We must have bloody noses, and crack'd crowns, tell the king: We are prepared : I will set forward And pass them current too.—My horse, my horse ! to-night.

What say'st thou, Kate? what wouldst thou have Enter Lady Percy.

with me? How now, Kate? I must leave you within these

Lady. Do you not love me? do you not, indeed ? two hours.

Well, do not then; for, since you love me not, Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus alone? I will not love myself. Do you not love me? For what offence have I, this fortnight, been

Nay, tell me, if you speak in jest or no. A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?

Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride? Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee

And when I am o'horseback, I will swear Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep?

I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate; Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth ;

I must not have you henceforth question me And start so often when thou sitt'st alone?

Whither I go, nor reason whereabout: Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks;

Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude, And given my treasures, and my rights of thee,

This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate. To thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy ?

I know you wise ; but yet no farther wise, In thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watch'd,

Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are ; And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars :

But yet a woman: and for secrecy, Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;

No lady closer; for I well believe, Cry, Courage ! to the field i And thou hast talk'd Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; Of sallies, and retires ; of trenches, tents,

And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate! Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets ;

Lady. How! so far? Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin;

Hot. Not an inch farther. But hark you, Kate ! Of prisoners' ransome, and of soldiers slain,

Whither I go, thither shall you go too ; And all the 'currents of a heady fight.

To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you. Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,

Will this content you, Kate ? And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep,


It must, of force. (Exeunt. That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow, Like bubbles in a late disturbed stream:

SCENE IV. — Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,

Head Tavern. Such as we see when men restrain their breath

Enter Prince Henry and Pains. On some great sudden haste. O, what portents are

P. Hen. Ned, pr’ythee come out of that fat room, these?

and lend me thy hand to laugh a little. Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,

Poins. Where hast been, Hal ? And I must know it, else he loves me not.

P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, amongst Hot. What, ho? is Gilliams with the packet gone ? three or four score hogsheads. I have sounded the Enter Servant.

very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago.

brother to a leash of drawers; and can call them all Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from the by their Christian names, as - – Tom, Dick, and sheriff?

Francis. They take it already upon their salvation, Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. that, though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am Hot. What horse ? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not? the king of courtesy; and tell me flatly i am no Serv. It is, my lord.

proud Jack, like Falstaff; but a lad of mettle, a Hot.

That roan shall be my throne. good boy, so they call me ; and when I am king of Well, I will back him straight: O esperance ! 9- England, I shall command all the good lads in Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.

Eastcheap. — To conclude, I am so good a pro

(Exit Servant. ficient in one quarter of an hour, that I can drink Lady. But hear you, my lord.

with any tinker in his own language during my Hot.

What say'st, my lady? life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honour, Lady. What is it carries you away?

that thou wert not with me in this action. But, Hot.

My horse, sweet Ned, - to sweeten which name of Ned, I My love, my horse.

give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped even Lady.

Out, you mad-headed ape ! now in my hand by an under-skinker 3; one that A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen,

never spake other English in his life, than — Eight As you are toss'd with. In faith,

shillings and sirpence, and - - You are welcome ; with I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. this shrill addition, - Anon, anon, sir ! Score a pint I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir

of bastard in the Half-moon, or so. But, Ned, to About his title ; and hath sent for you,

drive away the time till Falstaff come, I pr’ythee, To line 1 his enterprize : But if you go

do thou stand in some by-room, while I question my 9 Motto of the Percy family. 1 Strengthen



3 Tapster.

puny drawer, to what end he gave me the sugar; P. Hen. I am now of all humours, that have and do thou never leave calling Francis, that his show'd themselves humours, since the old days of tale to me may be nothing but — anon. Step aside, goodman Adam, to the pupil age of this present and I'll show thee a precedent.

twelve o'clock at midnight. (Re-enter FRANCIS, Poins. Francis!

with wine.) What's o'clock, Francis? P. Hen. Thou art perfect.

Fran. Anon, anon, sir. Poins. Francis !

(Exit Poins. P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have fewer Enter Francis.

words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman! Fran. Anon, anon, sir. - Look down into the His industry is up stairs, and down stairs; his Pomegranate, Ralph.

eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet P. Hen. Come hither, Francis.

of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north; he that Fran. My lord.

kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a P. Hen. "How long hast thou to serve, Francis? breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, – Fran. Forsooth, five year, and as much as to - Fye upon this quiet life! I want work. O my sweet Poins. [Within.) Francis !

Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed to-day? Fran. Anon, anon, sir.

Give my roan horse a drench, says he; and answers, P. Hen. Five years! by’r lady, a long lease for Some fourteen, an hour after; a trifle, a trifle. I the clinking of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be pr’ythee, call in Falstaff; I'll play Percy, and he so valiant, as to play the coward with thy indenture, shall play dame Mortimer his wife. Call in ribs, and to show it a fair pair of heels, and run from it? call in tallow.

Fran. O, sir ! I'll be sworn upon all the books Entar Falstaff, GADSHILL, Bardolph, and Peto. in England, I could find it in my heart Poins. [Within.] Francis !

Poins. Welcome, Jack. Where hast thou been? Fran. Anon, anon, sir.

Fal. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a ven. P. Hen. How old art thou, Francis ?

geance too! marry, and amen! – Give me a cup Fran. Let me see, — About Michaelmas next I

of sack, boy. Ere I lead this life long, I'll sew shall be

nether-stocks 5, and mend them, and foot them too. Poins. [Within.) Francis !

A plague of all cowards ! - Give me a cup of sack,

Is there no virtue extant ? Fran. Anon, sir.— Pray you, stay a little, my lord. rogue.

(He drinks. P. Hen. Nay, but hark you, Francis: For the su

P. IIen. Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish gar thou gavest me,—'twas a pennyworth, was't not? of butter? pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the Fran. 0, sir! I would it had been two.

sweet tale of the son! if thou didst, then behold P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand pound:

that compound. ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it.

Fal. You rogue, here's lime in this sack too : Poins. [Within.] Francis !

There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainFran. Anon, anon.

ous man: Yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack P. Hen. Anon, Francis ? No, Francis: but to- with lime in it; a villainous coward.—Go thy ways, morrow, Francis ; or Francis, on Thursday; or,

old Jack; die when thou wilt, if manhood, good indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But, Francis, - manhood, be not forgotten upon the face of the Fran. My lord ?

earth, then am I a shotten herring. There live not P. Hen. Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, three good men unhanged in England; and one of crystal-button, nott-pated, agate-ring, caddis-garter,

them is fat, and grows old: Heaven help the while! smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,

a bad world, I say! I would, I were a weaver ; I Fran. O sir, who do you mean?

could sing psalms or any thing : A plague of all P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard 4 is your

cowards, only drink : for, look you, Francis, your white can

P. Hen. How now, wool-sack? what mutter you? vass doublet will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot

Fal. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of come to so much.

thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all Fran. What, sir ?

thy subjects afore thee like a flock of wild geese, Poins. [Within.] Francis !

I'll never wear hair on my face more. You prince P. Hen. Away, you rogue; Dost thou not hear of Wales ! them call ?

P. Hen. Why, you round man! what's the matter? [Here they both call him; the Drawer stands Fal. Are you not a coward ? answer me to that ; amazed, not knowing which way to go.

and Poins there?

Poins. Ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, I'll Enter Vintner.

stab thee. Vint. What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st such

Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee hang'd ere a calling ? Look to the guests within. (Exit Fran.] I call thee coward: but I would give a thousand My lord, old Sir John, with half a dozen more, are pound I could run as fast as thou canst.

You are at the door ; Shall I let them in ?

straight enough in the shoulders, you care not who P. Hen. "Let them alone awhile, and then open sces your back: Call you that backing of your the door. (Exit Vintner.] Poins !

friends ? A plague upon such backing! give me Re-enter Poins.

them that will face me. Give me a cup of sack Poins. Anon, anon, sir.

- I am a rogue, if I drunk to-day. P. Hen. Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves P. Hen. o villain! thy lips are scarce wiped are at the door; Shall we be merry ?

since thou drunk'st last. Poins. As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark Fal. All's one for that. A plague of all cowards, ye; What cunning match have you made with this still say I.

(He drinks. jest of the drawer? come, what's the issue?

P. Hen. What's the matter ? 4 A sweet winc.

5 Storkings.

say still.

Fal. What's the matter? there be four of us here them; gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why have ta’en a thousand pound this morning.

thou knotty-pated fool. P. Hen. Where is it, Jack ? where is it?

Fal. What, art thou mad? art thou mad ? is not Fal. Where is it? taken from us it is: a hundred the truth, the truth? upon poor four of us.

P. Hen. Why, how couldst thou know these men P. Hen. What, a hundred, man?

in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou couldst Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword not see thy hand ? come tell us your reason ; What with a dozen of them two hours together. I have sayest thou to this? 'scap'd by miracle. I am eight times thrust through Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason. the doublet ; four through the hose; my buckler Fal. What, upon compulsion ? No; were I at cut through and through; my sword hacked like a the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would hand-saw, ecce signum. I never dealt better since I not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on was a man; all would not do. A plague of all cow- compulsion! if reasons were as plenty as blackards ! - Let them speak: if they speak more or less berries, I would give no man a reason upon comthan truth, they are villains, and the sons of darkness. pulsion, I. P. Hen. Speak, sirs; how was it?

P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; this Gads. We four set upon some dozen,

sanguine coward, this horse-back-breaker, this huge Fal. Sixteen, at least, my lord.

hill of flesh; Gads. And bound them.

Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you Peto. No, no, they were not bound.

dried neat's tongue, you stock-fish, - 0, for breath Fal. You rogue, they were bound, every man of to utter what is like thee? — you tailor's yard, you them; or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.

sheath, you bow-case ! Gads. As we were sharing, some six or seven P. Hen. Well, breathe awhile, and then to it fresh men set upon us,

again : and when thou hast tired thyself in base Fal. And unbound the rest, and then come in comparisons, hear me speak but this. the other.

Poins. Mark, Jack. P. Hen. What, fought ye with them all?

P. Hen. We two saw you four set on four; you Fal. All? I know not what ye call, all; but if I bound them, and were masters of their wealth. fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of ra- Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. — dish : if there were not two or three and fifty upon Then did we two set on you four: and, with a poor old Jack, then I am no two-legged creature. word, out-faced you from your prize, and have it;

Poins. Pray heaven you have not murdered some yea, and can show it you here in the house : — and of them.

Falstaff, you ran away as nimbly, with as quick Fal. Nay, that's past praying for: for I have dexterity, and roared for mercy, and still ran and peppered two of them : two, I am sure, I have roared, as ever I heard a bull-calf. What a slave paid ; two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee art thou, to hack thy sword as thou hast done; and what, Hal, - if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, then say, it was in fight? What trick, what device, call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward ; - what starting-hole, canst thou now find out, to hide here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues thee from this open and apparent shame? in buckram let drive at me,

Porns. Come, let's hear, Jack ; What trick hast P. Hen. What, four? thou saidst but two, even now, thou now? Fal. Four, Hal; I told thee four.

Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye, as well as he that Poins. Ay, ay, he said four.

made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters : Was it for Fal. These four came all a-front, and mainly me to kill the heir apparent? Should I turn upon thrust at me. I made me no more ado, but took the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as all their seven points in my target, thus.

valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct; the lion P. Hen. Seven? why, there were but four, even now. will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great Fal. In buckram.

matter; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think Poins. Ay, four, in buckram suits.

the better of myself and thee, during my life. I Fal. Seven by these hilts, or I am a villain else. for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince. But, P. Hen. Proythee, let him alone ; we shall have lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess,

clap to the doors; watch to-night, pray to-morrow. Fal. Dost thou hear me, Hal?

Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles. P. Hen. Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.

of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we Fal. Do so, for it is worth the listening to. be merry ? shall we have a play extempore? These nine in buckram, that I told thee of,

P. Hen. Content; - and the argument shall be P. Hen. So, two more already.

thy running away. Fal. Their points being broken,

Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me. Poins. Down fell their hose.

Enter Hostess. Fal. Began to give me ground: But I followed me close, came in foot and hand; and with a Host. My lord, the prince, thought, seven of the eleven I paid.

P. Hen. How now, my lady the hostess ? what P. Hen. O monstrous! eleven buckram men sayst thou to me? grown out of two!

Host. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of Fal. But, as the devil would have it, three mis- the court at door, would speak with you : he says, begotten knaves, in Kendal 6 green, came at my he comes from your father. back, and let drive at me; - for it was so dark,

P. Hen. Give him as much as will make him a Hal, that thou couldst not see thy hand.

royal man, and send him back again to my mother. P. Hen. These lies are like the father that begets

Fal. What manner of man is he? 6 A town in Westmoreland famous for making cloth.

Host. An old man.

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Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at mid- ther's beard is turned white with the news; you night ? — Shall I give him his answer.

may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackarel. P. Hen. Priythee, do, Jack.

But tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly afeard ? thou Fal. 'Faith, and I'll send him packing. (Exit. being heir-apparent, could the world pick thee out P. Hen. Now, sirs; by'r lady, you fought fair; three such enemies again, as that fiend Douglas,

so did you, Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower ? Art Jions too, you ran away upon instinct, you will not thou not horribly afraid ? doth not thy blood thrill touch the true prince; no, - fye!

at it ? Bard. 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run. P. Hen. Not a whit, i'faith; I lack some of thy

P. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, how came Fal- instinct. staff's sword so hacked ?

Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morrow, Peto. Why, he hacked it with his dagger; and when thou comest to thy father: if thou love me, said, he would swear truth out of England, but he practise an answer. would make you believe it was done in fight; and P. Hen. Do thou stand for my father, and expersuaded us to do the like.

amine me upon the particulars of my life. Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear- Fal. Shall I ? content: - This chair shall be grass to make them bleed: and then to beslubber my state, this dagger my scepter, and this cushion our garments with it, and to swear it was the blood my crown. of true men.

I did that I did not this seven year P. Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy before, I blushed to hear his monstrous devices. golden scepter for a leaden dagger, and thy precious

P. Hen. O villain, thou stolest á cup of sack rich crown, for a pitiful bald crown. eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the man- Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out ner 7, and ever since thou hast blushed extempore : of thee, now shalt thou be moved. --Give me a cup Thou hadst fire and sword on thy side, and yet thou of sack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may be ran'st away; What instinct hast thou for it? thought I have wept; for I must speak in passion,

Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors? do and I will do it in king Cambyses's vein. you behold these exhalations?

P. Hen. Well, here is my leg. 4 P. Hen. I do.

Fal. And here is my speech: - Stand aside, nobility. Bard. What think you they portend ?

Host. This is excellent sport, i'faith. P. Hen. Hot livers and cold purses.

Fal. Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears Bard. Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.

are vain. P. Hen. No, if rightly taken, halter.

Host. O, the father, how he holds his countenance !

Fal. For heaven's sake, lords, convey my tristful Re-enter FALSTAFF.

queen, Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone. How For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. now, my sweet creature of bombast ? 9 How long Host. O rare! he doth it as like one of these haris't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee?

lotry players, as I ever see. Fal. My own knee? when I was about thy

Fal. Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickleyears, Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waist; brain. 5 –

- Harry, I do not only marvel where thou I could have crept into any alderman's thumb-ring : spendest thy time, but also how thou art accomA plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up panied : for though the camomile, the more it is like a bladder. There's villainous news abroad : trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more here was sir John Bracy from your father ; you it is wasted, the sooner it wears. That thou art my must to the court in the morning. That same mad son, I have partly thy mother's word, partly my own fellow of the north, Percy; and he of Wales, that opinion; but chiefly, a villainous trick of thine eye, gave Amaimon ' the bastinado, — What, a plague, and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, that doth call you him ?

If then thou be son to me, here lies Poins. 0, Glendower.

the point ; — Why, being son to me, art thou so Fal. Owen, Owen ; the same; – and his son-in-pointed at? Shall the blessed sun of heaven prove law, Mortimer; and old Northumberland; and that a micher 6, and eat blackberries ? a question not to sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs o’horse- be asked. Shall the son of England prove a thief, back up a hill perpendicular.

and take purses? a question to be asked. There P. Hen. He that rides at high speed, and with is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often heard of, his pistol kills a sparrow flying.

and it is known to many in our land by the name Fal. You have hit it.

of pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers do report, P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow.

doth defile ; so doth the company thou keep'st : Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; for, Harry, now, I do not speak to thee in drink, he will not run.

but in tears; not in pleasure, but in passion ; not P. Hen. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to in words only, but in woes also : — And yet there praise him so for running ?

is a virtuous man, whom have often noted in thy Fal. O’horseback, ye cuckoo ? but afoot, he will

company, but I know not his name. not budge a foot.

P. Hen What manner of man, an it like your P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct.

majesty ? Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there

Fal. A good portly man, and a corpulent; of too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps ?

a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble more: Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy fa- carriage ; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or,

warrant me.

8 Drunkenness and poverty. by'r-lady, inclining to threescore ; and now I re. Bombast is the stuffing of clothes.

member me, his name is Falstaff: if that man ! A dæmon ; who is described as one of the four kings, who rule over all the dæmons in the workl.

3 A character in a Tragedy by T. Preston, 1570. * Scoksa.en in blue bonnets.

4 Obeisance. 5 Name of a strong liquor.

7 In the fact.

6 A truant boy. morrow,

should be wantonly given, he deceiveth me; for, door : they are come to search the house ? Shall I Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree let them in ? may be known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal ? never call a true then, peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that piece of gold, a counterfeit : thou art essentially Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell mad, without seeming so. me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without thou been this month?

instinct. P. Hen. Dost thou speak like a king : Do thou Fal. I deny your major : if you will deny the stand for me, and I'll play my father.

sheriff, so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so cart as well as another inan, a plague on my bring. majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up ing up! I hope, I shall as soon be strangled with a by the heels for a rabbet-sucker, or a poulter's hare. halter, as another. P. Hen. Well, here I am set.

P. Hen. Go, hide thee behind the arras; - the Fal. And here I stand : – judge, my masters. rest walk up above. Now, my masters, for a true P. Hen. Now, Harry? whence come you? face, and good conscience. Fal. My noble lord, from Eastcheap.

Fal. Both which I have had : but their date is P. Hen. The complaints I hear of thee are grievous. out, and therefore I'll hide me. Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false :— nay, I'll

[Exeunt all but the PRINCE and Poins. tickle ye for a young prince, i'faith.

P. Hen. Call in the Sheriff. P. Hen. Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carried

Enter Sheriff and Carrier. away from grace : there is a devil haunts thee, in Now, master sheriff'; what's your will with me? the likeness of a fat old man : a tun of man is thy Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry companion. Why dost thou converse with that Hath follow'd certain men unto this house. trunk of humours, that huge bombard 7 of sack, P. Hen. What men ? that roasted Manningtree 8 ox, that reverend vice, Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious lord, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in A gross fat man. years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and Car.

As fat as butter. drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not here; capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft? For I myself at this time have employ'd him. wherein crafty, but in villainy? wherein villainous, And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee, but in all things ? wherein worthy, but in nothing? That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,

Fal. I would, your grace would take me with Send him to answer thee, or any man, you; whom means your grace ?

For any thing he shall be charg'd withal : P. Hen. That villainous abominable misleader of And so let me entreat you leave the house. youth, Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan. Sher. I will, my lord: There are two gentlemen Fal. My lord, the man I know.

Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks. P. Hen. I know, thou dost.

P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb’d these men, Fal. But to say, I know more harm in him than He shall be answerable; and so, farewell. in myself, were to say more than I know. That he Sher. Good night, my noble lord. is old, (the more the pity,) his white hairs do wit- P. Hen. I think it is good morrow; Is it not ? ness it : but that he is villainous, that I utterly Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. deny. If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the

[Ereunt Sheriff and Carrier. wicked! If to be old and merry be a sin, then P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as many an old host that I know, is lost: if to be fat Paul's. Go, call him forth. be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be Poins. Falstaff! - fast asleep behind the arras, loved. No, my good lord ; banish Peto, banish and snorting like a horse. Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Fal- P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath : staff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Search his pockets. (Poins searches.] What hast Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as

thou found ? he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord. company; banish plump Jack, and banish all the P. Hen. Let's see what they be : read them. world.

Poins. Item, A capon, 2s. 2d. P. Hen. I do, I will. [A knocking heard. Item, Sauce, 4d. (Ereunt Hostess, Francis, and Bardolph. Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.

Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper, 2s. 6d. Re-enter BARDOLPH, running.

Item, Bread, a half-penny. Bard. O, my lord, my lord ; the sheriff, with a P. Hen. O monstrous! but one half-pennyworth most monstrous watch, is at the door.

of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! - What Fal. Out, you rogue! play out the play: I have there is else, keep close; we'll read it at more much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff.

advantage : there let him sleep till day. I'll to the

court in the morning: we must all to the wars, and Re-enter Hostess, hastily.

thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this Host. O, my lord, my lord !

fat rogue a charge of foot; and, I know, his death Fal. Heigh! heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddle- will be a march of twelve-score.

The money stick : What's the matter ?

shall be paid back again with advantage. Be Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at the with me betimes in the morning; and so good

Poins. i A leather black-jack to hold beer.

Poins. Good morrow, good my lord. [Exeunt. 8 In Essex, where a large ox was roasted whole.

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