Phang. And I but fift him once, and a come but within my view.

Hoft. I am vndone by his going, I warrant you, hees an infinitiue thing vppon my score, good maister Phang holde him fure, good master Snare let him not scape, a comes continually to Pie corner (fauing your manhoods) to buy a faddle, and he is indited to dinner to the lubbers head in Lumbert Streete to mafter Smooths the filk man, I pray you fince my exion is entred, and my cafe fo openly knowne to the worlde, let him be brought in to his aufwer, a hundred marke is a long one, for a poore lone woman to beare, and I haue borne, and borne, and borne, and haue bin fubd off, and fubd off, and fubd off, from this day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on, there is no honefty in fuch dealing, vnleffe a woman should be made an affe, and a beast, to beare euery knaues wrong: yonder he comes, and that arrant malmfienofe knaue Bardolfe with him, do your offices, do your offices mafter Phag, and mafter Snare, do me, do me, do me your offices.

Enter fir Iohn, and Bardolfe, and the boy.

Falft. How now, whofe mare's dead? whats the matter? Phang. I arreft you at the fute of miftris Quickly. Falst. Away varlets, draw Bardolfe, cut me off the villaines head, throw the queane in the channell.

Hoft. Throw me in the channell? Ile throw thee in the channell, wilt thou, wilt thou, thou baftardly togue, murder, murder, a thou honifuckle villaine, wilt thou kill Gods officers and the kings? a thou houifeed rogue, thou art a honifeed, a man queller, and a woman quelier.

Falt. Keepe them off Bardolfe.

Offic. A refkew, a refkew.

Hoft. Good people bring a refkew or two, thou wot, wot thou, thou wot, wot ta, do do thou rogue, do thou hempfeed.

Boy.

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Boy. Away you scullian, you rampallian, you fuftilarian, Ile tickle your catastrophe.

Enter lord chiefe iuftice and his men.

Lord. What is the matter? keepe the peace here, ho.
Hoftefe. Good my lord be good to me, I beseech you stand

to me.

Lord. How now fir Iohn, what are you brawling here?
Doth this become your place, your time, and businesse ?
You should haue bin well on your way to Yorke :
Stand from him fellow, wherefore hang'ft thou vpon him.

Hoft. O my most worshipful lord, and't please your grace I am a poore widdow of Eastcheape, and he is arrefted at my fute.

Lord. For what fumme?

Hoft. It is more then for fome my lord, it is for al I haue, he hath eaten me out of house and home, he hath put all my fubftance into that fat belly of his, but I wil haue some of it out againe, or I wil ride thee a nights like the mare.

Falft. I think I am as like to ride the mare if I haue any vantage of ground to get vp.

Lord. How comes this fir Iohn? what man of good temper would endure this tempeft of exclamation, are you not afhamed to inforce a poore widdow, to fo rough a course to come by her owne.

Falft. What is the groffe fumme that I owe thee?

Hoft. Mary if thou wert an honeft man, thy felfe and the mony too: thou didst sweare to me vpon a parcell guilt goblet, fitting in my dolphin chamber, at the round table by a fea cole fire, vpon Wednesday in Wheefon weeke, when the prince broke thy head, for liking his father to a finging man of Winfor, thou didst fweare to me the, as I was wafhing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife, canft thou deny it, did not goodwife Keech the butchers wife come

in then, and cal me goffip Quickly, comming in to borow a messe of vinegar, telling vs fhe had a good dish of prawnes, whereby thou didst defire to eate fome, whereby I told thee they were ill for a greene wound, and didst thou not, when fhe was gone down ftayers, defire me, to be no more fo familiarity, with fuch poore people, faying that ere long they fhould cal me madam, and didft thou not kisse me, and bid me fetch thee thirtie fhillings, I put thee now to thy booke oath, denie it if thou canft.

Falft. My lord this is a poore made foule, and fhe faies vp and downe the towne, that her eldest fonne is like you, she hath bin in good cafe and the trueth is pouerty hath distracted her, but for thefe foolish officers, I befeech you I may haue redresse against them.

Lo. Sir John, fir Iohn, I am wel acquainted with your ma ner of wrenching the true caufe, the falfe way it is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words that come with fuch more then impudent fawcines from you, can thrust me from a leuel confideration: you haue as it appeares to me practifde vpon the cafie yeelding fpirite of this woman, and made her ferue your vfes both in purfe and in perfon.

Hoft. Yea in truth my lord.

Lo. Pray thee peace, pay her the debt you owe her, and vnpay the villany you haue done with her, the one you may doe with fterling mony, and the other with currant repent

ance.

Falft. My lord I will not vndergoe this faepe without reply, you cal honorable boldnes impudent fawcineffe, if a man wil make curtfie and fay nothing, he is vertuous, no my lord my humble duty remembred, I will not bee your futer, I fay to you I do defire deliuerance from thefe officers, being vpon hafty imployment in the kings affayres.

Lord.

Lord. You fpeake as hauing power to do wrong, but anfwer in th'effect of your reputation, and fatisfie the poore wo

man.

Falft. Come hither hofteffe.

Enter a messenger.

Lord. Now mafter Gower, what newes.

Gower. The king my lord, and Harry prince of Wales,

Are neare at hand, the reft the

paper tells.

Falft. As I am a gentleman.
Hoft. Faith you faid fo before.

Falft. As I am a gentleman, come, no more words of it. Hoft. By this heaunly ground I tread on, I must be faine to pawne both my plate, and the tapestry of my dining chambers.

Falft, Glaffes glaffes is the onely drinking, and for thy wals a pretty fleight drollery, or the ftorie of the prodigal, or the Jarman hunting in waterworke, is worth a thousand of these bed-hangers, and thefe flie bitten tapestrie, let it be x. 1. if thou canst come, and twere not for thy humors, theres not a better wench in England, goe wash thy face and draw the action, come thou must not be in this humor with me, dost not know me, come, come, I know thou waft set on to this. Hoft. Pray thee fir Iohn let it be but twentie nobles, ifaith I am loath to pawne my plate fo God faue me law.

Falst. Let it alone, Ile make other fhift, youle be a foole ftil.

Hoft. Well, you fhall haue it, though I pawne my gowne, I hope youle come to fupper, youle pay me altogether.

on.

Falft. Wil I liue? goe with her, with her, hooke on, hooke
Exit hofteffe and fergeant.
Hoft. Will you haue Doll Tere-fheet meete you at supper.
Falft. No more words, lets haue her.

Lord. I haue heard better newes.

Falt. Whats the newes my lord?

Lord. Where lay the king to night?

Meff. At Billingfgate my lord.

Falft. I hope my lord al's well, what is the newes my lord? Lord. Come all his forces backe?

Me. No, fifteen hundred foot, fiue hundred horse

Are marcht vp to my lord of Lancaster,

Against Northumberland, and the archbishop.

Falft. Comes the king back from Wales, my noble lord?
Lord. You fhall haue letters of me prefently,

Come, go along with me, good mafter Gower.
Falft. My lord.

Lord. Whats the matter?

Falstaffe. Maifter Gower, fhall I intreate you with mee to dinner?

Gower. I must waite vpon my good lord here, I thank you good fir Ichn.

Lord. Sir John, you loyter heere too long,

Being you are to take fouldiers vp

In counties as you go.

Falstaffe. Will you fuppe with mee maifter Gower?

Lord. What foolish maister taught you thefe manners, fir Iohn?

Falstaffe. Maifter Gower, if they become me not, hee was a foole that taught them mee: this is the right fencing grace, my lord, tap for tap, and fo part faire.

Lord. Now the lord lighten thee, thou art a great foole.

Enter the prince, Poynes, fir Iohn Ruffel, with other. Prince. Before God, I am exceeding weary.

Poynes. Ift come to that? I had thought wearines durft not haue attacht one of fo hie bloud.

Prince.