'Where is the life that late I led?' say they : Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days!

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. London. A street.

Enter Beadles, dragging in HOSTESS QUICKLY
and DOLL TEARSHEET.

Host. No, thou arrant knave; I would to God that I might die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.

First Bead. The constables have delivered her over to me; and she shall have whippingcheer enough, I warrant her: there hath been a man or two lately killed about her.

Come on;

Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal, an the child I now go with do miscarry, 10 thou wert better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain.

Host. O the Lord, that Sir John were come! he would make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her womb miscarry!

First Bead. If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again; you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go with me; for the man is dead that you and Pistol beat amongst you.

147. 'Where is the life,' etc.; the title of a song printed in A Handful of Pleasant Delights. L.

Sc. 4. Enter Beadles. Q has 'Enter Sincklo, and three or four officers.' Sincklo played the

First Beadle; his name has crept into the text by a similar oversight in the Induction to Taming of Shrew.

5. whipping-cheer, 'whipping

fare.'

8. Nut-hook, 'catch-pole.'

Dol. I'll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I will have you as soundly swinged for this, you blue-bottle rogue, you filthy famished correctioner, if you be not swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles.

First Bead. Come, come, you she knighterrant, come.

Host. O God, that right should thus overcome might! Well, of sufferance comes ease.

Dol. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.

Host. Ay, come, you starved blood-hound.
Dol. Goodman death, goodman bones!
Host. Thou atomy, thou!

Dol. Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal.
First Bead. Very well.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE V.

A public place near Westminster
Abbey.

Enter two Grooms, strewing rushes.

First Groom. More rushes, more rushes.
Sec. Groom. The trumpets have sounded twice.
First Groom. 'Twill be two o'clock ere they
come from the coronation: dispatch, dispatch.

20. you thin man in a censer; the 'embossed or repoussé figure in the middle of the pierced cover of the censer,' or fire-pan of thin metal for burning perfumes.

22. blue-bottle; alluding to

[Exeunt.

Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, PISTOL, BAR

DOLPH, and Page.

Fal. Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow; I will make the king do you grace: I will leer upon him as a' comes by; and do but mark the countenance that he will give me.

Pist. God bless thy lungs, good knight.

O,

Fal. Come here, Pistol; stand behind me. if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But 'tis no matter; this poor

show doth better: this doth infer the zeal I had to see him.

Shal. It doth so.

Fal. It shows my earnestness of affection,—
Shal. It doth so.

Fal. My devotion,

Shal. It doth, it doth, it doth.

Fal. As it were, to ride day and night; and not to deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience to shift me,—

Shal. It is best, certain.

Fal. But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with desire to see him; thinking of nothing else, putting all affairs else in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done but to see him. Pist. 'Tis 'semper idem,' for 'obsque hoc nihil est:' 'tis all in every part.

II. to have made new liveries, i.e. to have them made.

Q

16, 18, 20. It doth so. assigns these three speeches to Pistol, Ff the first to Shallow, the others to Pistol. Hanmer was undoubtedly right in giving them all to Shallow.

30. obsque hoc nihil est, so Q

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and Ff. The later Ff corrected 'obsque' to 'absque,' but the blunder was probably intended. Pistol apparently intends to render the Latin: Ever the same, for without this there is nothing,' by the English proverb which in full ran: All in all, and all in every part.'

Shal. 'Tis so, indeed.

Pist. My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver,
And make thee rage.

Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
Is in base durance and contagious prison;
Haled thither

By most mechanical and dirty hand:

Rouse up Revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto's
snake,

For Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.
Fal. I will deliver her.

[Shouts within, and the trumpets sound. Pist. There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.

Enter the KING and his train, the LORD Chief. JUSTICE among them.

Fal. God save thy grace, King Hal! my royal Hal!

Pist. The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!

Fal. God save thee, my sweet boy!

King. My lord chief-justice, speak to that vain

man.

Ch. Just. Have you your wits? know you what 'tis you speak?

Fal. My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!

King. I know thee not, old man fall to thy

prayers;

:

How ill white hairs become a fool and jester !

I have long dream'd of such a kind of man,

39. Rouse up Revenge, etc. Probably an allusion to the Spanish Tragedy, Act iv. end, where the Ghost's cry, 'Awake

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Revenge' (or Alecto) is four

times reiterated.

46. imp, scion.

So surfeit-swell'd, so old and so profane;

But, being awaked, I do despise my dream.
Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace;
Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape
For thee thrice wider than for other men.
Reply not to me with a fool-born jest:
Presume not that I am the thing I was;
For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self;
So will I those that kept me company.
When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast,
The tutor and the feeder of my riots:
Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death,
As I have done the rest of my misleaders,
Not to come near our person by ten mile.
For competence of life I will allow you,
That lack of means enforce you not to evil :
And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,
We will, according to your strengths and qualities,
Give you advancement. Be it your charge, my lord,
To see perform'd the tenour of our word.

Set on.

[Exeunt King, etc. Fal. Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.

Shal. Yea, marry, Sir John; which I beseech you to let me have home with me.

Fal. That can hardly be, Master Shallow. Do not you grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private to him: look you, he must seem thus to the world: fear not your advancements; I will be the man yet that shall make you great.

Shal. I cannot well perceive how, unless you should give me your doublet and stuff me out with straw. I beseech you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred of my thousand.

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