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SCENE I. – Bangor. A Room in the Archdea- Hot. Why, so can I; or so can any man : con's House.

But will they come, when you do call for them ? Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and

Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to comınand

The devil.

Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure,

devil, And our induction full of prosperous hope.

By telling truth; Tell truth, and shame the devil. Hot. Lord Mortimer-and cousin Glendower

If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, Will you sit down?

And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence. And, uncle Worcester : A plague upon it!

O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. I have forgot the map.

Mort. Come, come,
No, here it is.

No more of this unprofitable chat.
Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur : Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke
For by that name as oft as Lancaster

made head Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale; and, with Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye, A rising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven.

And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him, Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears

Bootless home, and weather-beaten back. Owen Glendower spoke of.

Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather too! Glend. I cannot blame him: at my nativity

How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name? The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,

Glend. Come, here's the map ; Shall we divide Of burning cressets 8 ; and at my birth,

our right, The frame and huge foundation of the earth

According to our three-fold order ta’en ? Shak'd like a coward.

Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it Hot.

Why, so it would have done Into three limits, very equally: At the same season, if your mother's cat had

England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born.

By south and east, is to my part assign'd: Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I was born. All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,

Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind, And all the fertile land within that bound, If you suppose, as fearing you it shook.

To Owen Glendower : — and, dear coz, to you Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth The remnant northward, lying off from Trent. did tremble.

And our indentures tripartite are drawn: Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens which being sealed interchangeably, on fire,

(A business that this night may execute,) And not in fear of your nativity.

To-morrow, cousin Percy, you, and I, Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth

And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth, In strange eruptions : oft the teeming earth

To meet your father, and the Scottish power, Is with a kind of colick pinch'd and vex'd

As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury. By the imprisoning of unruly wind

My father Glendower is not ready yet, Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving, Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days: Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples 9 down

Within that space, [T, GLEND.] you may have Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your birth,

drawn together Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,

Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen. In passion shook.

Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, Glend. Cousin, of many men

lords, I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave

And in my conduct shall your ladies come : To tell you once again, that at my birth,

From whom you now must steal, and take no leave; The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes ;

For there will be a world of water shed, The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds

Upon the parting of your wives and you. Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.

Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;

here, And all the courses of my life do show,

In quantity equals not one of yours : I am not in the roll of common men.

See, how this river comes me cranking in, Where is he living, - clipp'd in with the sea

And cuts me, from the best of all my land, That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,- A huge half moon, a monstrous cantle ! out. Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?

I'll have the current in this place damm'd up; And bring him out, that is but woman's son,

And here the smug and silver Trent shall run, Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,

In a new channel, fair and evenly:
And hold me pace in deep experiments.
Hot. I think there is no man speaks better To rob me of so rich a bottom here.

It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
Welsh :

Glend. Not wind ? it shall, it must ; you see, it I will to dinner.

doth. Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him

Mort. Yea, mad.

But mark, how he bears his course, and runs me up Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

With like advantage on the other side ; & Lights set cross-ways upon beacons, and also upon poles, which were used in processions, &c.

9 Tumbles.

1 Corner

with you,

Robbing the opposed continent as much,

Might so have tempted him as you have done, As on the other side it takes from you.

Without the taste of danger and reproof; Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him But do not use it oft, let me entreat you. here,

Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame; And on this north side win this cape of land; And since your coming hither have done enough And then he runs straight and even.

To put him quite beside his p:itience, Hot. I'll have it so; a little charge will do it. You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault : Glend. I will not have it alter'd.

Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood, Hot.

Will not you ? (And that's the dearest grace it renders you,) Glend. No, nor you shall not.

Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, Hot.

Who shall say me nay? Defect of manners, want of government, Glend: Why that will I.

Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain : Hot.

Let me not understand you then, The least of which, haunting a nobleman, Speak it in Welsh.

Loseth men's hearts; and leaves behind a stain Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you; Upon the beauty of all parts besides, For I was train'd up in the English court : Beguiling them of commendation. Where, being but young, I framed to the harp Hot. Well, I am school'd; good manners be your Many an English ditty, lovely well,

speed! And gave the tongue a helpful ornament;

Ilere come our wives, and let us take our leave. A virtue that was never seen in you. Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart :

Re-enter GLENDOWER, with the Ladies. I had rather be a kitten, and cry — mew,

Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me, -Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers : My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. I had rather hear a brazen cansticko turn'd,

Glend. My daughter weeps; she will not part Or a dry wheel grate on an axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars. Nothing so much as mincing poetry;

Mort. Good father, tell her, that she, and my 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.

aunt Percy, Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd. Shall follow in your conduct speedily. Hot. I do not care : I'll give thrice so much land

[GLEndower speaks to his daughter in Welsh, To any well-deserving friend;

and she answers him in the same. But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,

Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish self-willid I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

harlotry, Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? One no persuasion can do good upon. Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away by

(Lady M. speaks to Mortimer in Welsh. night :

Mort. I understand thy looks; that pretty Welsh I'll haste the writer, and, withal,

Which thou pourest down from these swelling Break 3 with your wives of your departure hence :

heavens, I am afraid, my daughter will run mad,

I am too perfect in ; and, but for shame, So much she doteth on her Mortimer. [Erit. In such a parley would I answer thee. Mort. Fye, cousin Percy ! how you cross my

[Lady MORTIMER speaks father!

I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, Hoi. I cannot choose : sometimes he angers me, And that's a feeling disputation : With telling me of the moldwarp * and the ant, But I will never be a truant, love, Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies; Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue And of a dragon and a finless fish,

Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven, Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, A couching lion, and a ramping cat,

With ravishing division, to her lute.5 And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff

Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. As puts me from my faith. I tell you what,

[Lady Mortimer speaks again. He held me, but last night, at least nine hours, Mort. O, I am ignorance itself in this. In reckoning up the several devils' names,

Glend. She bids you That were his lacqueys: I cried, humph, -- and well, Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, go to,

And rest your gentle head upon her lap, But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, As is a tired horse, a railing wife;

And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep, Worse than a smoky house : – I had rather live Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness; With cheese and garlick, in a windmill, far, Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep, Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me, As is the difference betwixt day and night, In any summer-house in Christendom.

The hour before the heavenly harness'd team Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman; Begins his golden progress in the east. Exceedingly well read, and profited

Mort. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her In strange concealments; valiant as a lion,

sing: And wondrous affable: and as bountiful

By that time will our book, I think, be drawn. As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ? Glend. Do so; He holds your temper in a high respect,

And those musicians that shall play to you, And curbs himself even of his natural scope, Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; When you do cross his humour; faith, he does :

Yet straight they shall be here : sit, and attend. I warrant you, that man is not alive, Candlestick. 3 Break the matter. 4 Mole.

A compliment to queen Elizabeth,

re will.

Glendower speaks some Welsh words, and then the , Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear, Musick plays.

By smiling pick-thanks 9 and base newsmongers, Hot. Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh; I may, for some things true, wherein my youth And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous.

Hath faulty wander'd and irregular, By'r lady, he's a good musician.

Find pardon on my true submission Lady P. Then should you be nothing but mu- K. Hen. God pardon thee !— yet let me wonder, sical ; for you are altogether governed by humours.

Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh. At thy affections, which do hold a wing

Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my bracho, howl | Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors. in Irish.

Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost, Lady P. Wouldst thou have thy head broken? Which by thy younger brother is supplied ; Hot. No.

And art almost an alien to the hearts Lady P. Then be still.

Of all the court and princes of my blood : Hot. Peace ! she sings.

The hope and expectation of thy time

Is ruin'd; and the soul of every man
A Welsh SONG, sung by Lady MORTIMER. Prophetically does fore-think thy fall.
Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. Had I so lavish of my presence been,
Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth.

So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
Hol. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart, you swear So stale and cheap to vulgar company;
Like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in good sooth; Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
And, As true as I live; and, As sure as day : Had still kept loyal to possession ;
And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, And left me in reputeless banishment,
As if thou never walk'dst further than Finsbury.7 A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood.
Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art,

By being seldom seen, I could not stir,
A good mouth-filling oath; and leave in sooth, But, like a comet, I was wondered at :
And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,

That men would tell their children, This is he : To velvet guards 8, and Sunday citizens.

Others would say, - Where? which is Bolingbroke? Come, sing.

And then I stole all courtesy from heaven, Lady P. I will not sing.

And dress'd myself in such humility, Hol. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red- That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, breast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths, away within these two hours; and so come in when Even in the presence of the crowned king.

(Erit. Thus did I keep my person fresh and new ; Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer; you are as My presence, like a robe pontifical, slow,

Ne'er seen, but wonder'd at: and so my state, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go

Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast;
By this our book's drawn; we'll but seal, and then And won, by rareness, such solemnity.
To horse immediately.

The skipping king, he ambled up and down
With all my heart. [Exeunt. With shallow jesters, and rash bavin' wits,

Soon kindled, and soon burn'd: carded his state ; SCENE II. - London. A Room in the Palace. Mingled his royalty with capering fools ;

Had his great name profaned with their scorns; Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, and Lords. And gave his countenance, against his name, K. Hen. Lords, give us leave ; the prince of To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push Wales, and I,

Of every beardless vain comparative: Must have some conference : But be near at hand, Grew a companion to the common streets, For we shall presently have need of you.

Enfeoff'd himself to popularity :

(Exeunt Lords. That being daily swallow'd by men's eyes, I know not whether heaven will have it so,

They surfeited with honey; and began For some displeasing service I have done,

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little That in his secret doom out of my blood

More than a little is by much too much. He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me;

So, when he had occasion to be seen, But thou dost, in thy passages of life,

He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Make me believe, – that thou art only mark'd Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes, For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven,

As, sick and blunted with community, To punish my mis-treadings. Tell me else,

Afford no extraordinary gaze,
Could such inordinate, and low desires,

Such as is bent on sun-like majesty
Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, When it shines seldom in admiring eyes :
Such barren pleasures, rude society,

But rather drowz'd, and hung their eyelids down, As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to,

Slept in his face, and rendered such aspect Accompany the greatness of thy blood,

As cloudy men use to their adversaries; And hold their level with thy princely heart?

Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full. P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would, I could And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou : Quit all offences with such clear excuse,

For thou hast lost thy princely privilege, As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge

With vile participation ; not an eye Myself of many I am charg'd withal :

But is a-weary of thy common sight, Yet such extenuation let me beg,

Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more; As, in reproof of many tales devis’d,

Which now doth that I would not have it do,

Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. 6 Hound. * Laced velvet, the finery of cockneys.

9 Officious parasites.

1 Brushwood.

7 In Moorfields.

P. Aen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord, K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this :Be more myself.

Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust, herein. K. Hen. For all the world, As thou art to this hour, was Richard then

Enter Blunt. When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg ; How now, good Blunt ? thy looks are full of speed. And even as I was then, is Percy now.

Blunt. So hath the business that I come to speak of. Now by my sceptre, and my soul to boot,

Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word, He hath more worthy interest to the state,

That Douglas, and the English rebels, met Than thou, the shadow of succession :

The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury : For, of no right, nor colour like to right,

A mighty and a fearful head they are, He doth fill fields with harness in the realm ; If promises be kept on every hand, Turns head against the lion's armed jaws;

As ever offer'd foul play in a state. And, being no more in debt to years than thou, K. Hen. The earlof Westmoreland set forth to-day; Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on, With him my son, lord John of Lancaster ; To bloody battles, and to bruising arms.

For this advertisement is five days old :What never-dying honour hath he got

On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set Against renowned Douglas ; whose high deeds, Forward ; on Thursday, we ourselves will march : Whose hot incursions, and great name in arms,

Our meeting is Bridgnorth: and, Harry, you, Holds, from all soldiers chief majority,

Shall march through Glostershire; by which account, And military title capital,

Our business valued, some twelve days hence Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ? Our general forces at Bridgnorth shall meet. Thrice hath this Hotspur Mars in swathing clothes, Our hands are full of business : let's away ; This infant warrior in his enterprizes

Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay. Discomfited great Douglas : ta'en him once,

[Exeunt. Enlarged him, and made a friend of him,

SCENE III. - Eastcheap. A room in the Boar's To fill the mouth of deep defiance up,

Head Tavern. And shake the peace and safety of our throne.

Enter Falstaff and BARDOLPH. And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland, The archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer, Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since Capitulate 3 against us, and are up.

this last action ? do I not bate? do I not dwindle ? But wherefore do I tell these news to thee? Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,

loose gown; I am wither'd like an old apple-John. Which art my near’st and dearest4 enemy?

Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in Thou that art like enough, — through vassal fear, some liking 5; I shall be out of heart shortly, and Base inclination, and the start of spleen,

then I shall have no strength to repent. An I have To fight against me under Percy's pay,

not forgotten what the inside of a church is made To dog his heels, and court'sy at his frowns, of, I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horse : the inside To show how much thou art degenerate.

of a church! Company, villainous company, hath P. Hen. Do not think so, you shall not find it so; been the spoil of me. And heaven forgive them, that have so much sway'd

Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot Your majesty's good thoughts away from me!

live long I will redeem all this on Percy's head,

Fal. Why, there is it: - come, sing me a song; And in the closing of some glorious day,

make me merry. I was as virtuously given, as a Be bold to tell you that I am you son;

gentleman need to be; virtuous enough ; swore When I will wear a garment all of blood,

little; diced, not above seven times a week; paid And stain my favours in a bloody mask,

money that I borrowed, three or four times ; lived Which wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it. well, and in good compass : and now I live out of And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,

all order, out of all compass. That this same child of honour and renown,

Bard. Why, you are so fat, sir John, that you This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,

must needs be out of all compass; out of all reasonAnd your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet : able compass, sir John. For every honour sitting on his helm,

Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my 'Would they were multitudes; and on my head life: Thou art our admiral , thou bearest the lantern My shames redoubled! for the time will come,

- but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art That I shall make this northern youth exchange the knight of the burning lamp. His glorious deeds for my indignities.

Bard. Why, sir John, my face does you no harm. Percy is but my factor, good my lord,

Fal. No, I'll be sworn; I make good use of it. To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf; When thou ran'st up Gads-hill in the night to catch And I will call him to so strict account,

my horse, if I did not think thou hadst been an That he shall render every glory up,

ignis fatuus, or a ball of wildfire, there's no purYea, even the slightest worship of his time, chase in money. O, thou art a perpetual triumph, Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart. an everlasting bonfire-light! Thou hast saved me This, in the name of God, I promise here:

a thousand marks in links and torches, walking with The which if he be pleas'd I shall perform, thee in the night betwixt tavern and tavern : but the I do beseech your majesty, may salve

sack that thou hast drunk me, would have bought me The long-grown wounds of my intemperance': lights as good cheap, at the dearest chandler's in If not the end of life cancels all bands ;

Europe. I have maintained that salamander of And I will die a hundred thousand deaths, yours with fire, any time this two-and-thirty years ; Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.

Heaven reward me for it! 2 Armour. 3 Combine. 4 Most fatal.

5 Have some flesh.

6 Admiral's ship.

in the poop,

thing, go.

Enter Hostess.

fox; and for womanhood, maid Marian 9 may be How now dame Partlet the hen?7 have you inquired the deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you yet, who picked my pocket ?

Host. Why, sir John! what do you think, sir Host. Say, what thing? what thing? I am an John ? do you think I keep thieves in my house? honest man's wife: and, setting thy knighthood aside, I have searched, I have inquired, so has my hus-thou art a knave to call me so. band, man by man, boy by boy, servant by servant: Fal. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a the tithe of a hair was never lost in my house before. i beast to say otherwise.

Fal. You lie, hostess; Bardolph was shaved and Host. Say, what beast, thou knave, thou ? lost many a hair : and I'll be sworn, my pocket was

Fal. What beast? why an otter. picked: Go to, you are a woman, go.

P. Hen. An otter, sir John ! why an otter? Host. Who I? I defy thee: I was never called Fal. Why? she's neither fish, nor flesh. so in mine own house before.

Host. Thou art an unjust man in saying so. Fal. Go to, I know you well enough.

P. Hen. Thou sayest true, hostess; and he Host. No, sir John ; you do not know me, sir slanders thee most grossly. John: I know you, sir John: you owe me money, Host. So he doth you, my lord; and said this sir John, and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me other day, you ought him a thousand pound. of it; I bought you a dozen of shirts to your back. P. Hen. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound? Fal. Dowlas, dowlas : I have given them away to

Fal. A thousand pound, Hal? a million : thy bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them. love is worth a million; thou owest me thy love.

Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of Host. Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and eight shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, said, he would cudgel you. sir John, for your diet, and by-drinkings, and money Fal. Did I, Bardolph? lent you, four-and-twenty pound.

Baril. Indeed, sir John, you said so. Fal. He had his part of it ; let him pay.

Fal. Yea; if he said, my ring was copper. Host. He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing. P. Hen. I say, 'tis copper: Darest thou be as

Fal. How! poor? look upon his face; What call good as thy word now? you rich ? let them coin his nose, let them coin his Fal. Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but cheeks ; I'll not pay a denier. What will you man, I dare: but, as thou art prince, I fear thee, make a younker of me? shall I not take mine ease as I fear the roaring of the lion's whelp. in mine inn, but I shall have my pocket picked ? P. Hen. And why not, as the lion ? I have lost a seal-ring of my grandfather's worth Fal. The king himself is to be feared as the lion: forty mark.

Dost thou think, I'll fear thee as I fear thy father? Host. 0! I have heard the prince tell him, I P. Hen. O, sirrah, there's no room for faith, know not how oft, that that ring was copper.

truth, nor honesty, in this bosom of thine. Charge Fal. How! the prince is a Jack", a sneak-cup; an honest woman with picking thy pocket! Why, and, if he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog thou impudent rascal, if there were any thing in if he would say so.

thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, and one poor

penny-worth of sugar-candy to make thee long Enter Prince Henry and Poins, marching. Fal- winded; if thy pocket were enriched with any other

STAFF meets the Prince, playing on his truncheon injuries but these, I am a villain. And yet you like a fife.

will stand to it; you will not pocket up wrong: Fal. How now, lad ? is the wind in that door, Art thou not ashamed ? must we all march?

Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest, in the Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate-fashion. state of innocency, Adam fell; and what should Host. My lord, I pray you, hear me.

poor Jack Falstaff do, in the days of villainy? P. Hen. What sayest thou, mistress Quickly? Thou seest, I have more flesh than another man; How does thy husband ? I love him well, he is an and therefore more frailty. You confess then, honest man.

you picked my pocket? Host. Good my lord hear me.

P. Hen. It appears so by the story. Fal. Pr’ythee, let her alone, and list to me. Fal. Hostess, I forgive thee: Go, make ready P. Hen. What say'st thou, Jack ?

breakfast; love thy husband, look to thy servants, Fal. The other night I fell asleep here behind the cherish thy guests : thou shalt find me tractable to arras, and had my pocket picked.

any honest reason : thou seest, I am pacified. P. Hen. What did'st thou lose, Jack ?

Still? - Nay, pr’ythee, be gone. [Erit Hostess.] Fal. Wilt thou believe me, Hal ? three or four Now, Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery, bonds of forty pound a-piece, and a seal-ring of lad, - How is that answered ? my grandfather's.

P. Hen. O, my sweet beef, I must still be good P. Hen. A trifle, some eight-penny matter. angel to thee:- - The money is paid back again.

Host. So I told him, my lord; and I said, I heard Fal. O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a your grace say so: And my lord, he speaks most double labour. vilely of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is; and P. Hen. I am good friends with my father, and said, he would cudgel you.

may do any thing. P. Hen. What! he did not.

Ful. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou Host. There's neither faith, truth, nor woman- doest, and do it with unwashed hands too. hood in me else.

Bard. Do, my lord. Fal. There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed P. Hen. I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of prune; nor no more truth in thee, than in a drawn foot. 7 In the story book of Reynard the Fox.

? A female character, who attends morris.dancers; gene. A term of contempt frequently used by Shakspeare. rally a man dressed like a woman.


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