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Ch. Just. For what sum ?

Host. It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all, all I have; he hath eaten me out of house and home;

he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his.

Ch. Just. How comes this, Sir John? Fie! what man of good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation ? Are you not ashained, to enforce a poor widow to so rough a course, to come by her own?

Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee?

Host. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself, and the money too. Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in iny Dolphin chamber, at ihe round table, by a sea-coal fire, on Wednesday, in Whitsun week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor ; thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady, thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us, she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a green wound.

And didst thou not, when she was gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so familiarity with such poor people; saying that ere long they should call me madam? And didst thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy book oath; deny it if thou canst.

Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she says, up and down the town, that her eldest son is like

you; she hath been in good case, and, the truth is, poverty hath distracted her. But for these foolish officers, I beseech you, I may have redress against them.

Ch. Just. Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. It is not a confident brow, nor the throng

Fal. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner?

Gow. I must wait upon my good lord here: I thank you, good Sir John.

Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to take soldiers up in counties as you go. Fal. Will you sup


Master-Gower? Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John?

Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool that taught them me. —This is the right fencing grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so part fair.

Ch. Just. Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a

great fool.

[Ereunt the Chief Justice, Gower, Two




An Apartment of the Prince of Wales's, in London.

Enter Henry Prince of Wales, and Poins.
P. Hen. Trust, me, I am exceeding weary.

Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought, weari. ness durst not have attached one of so high blood.

P. Hen. 'Faith, it does me; though it discolours

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