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Rend'ring faint quittance,' wearied and outbreath’d, | Yet did you say,-Go forth; and none of this, To Harry Monmouth: whose swift wrath beat down Though strongly apprehended, could restrain The never daunted Percy to the earth,
The stiff-borne action: What hath then befallen, From whence with life he never more sprung up.
Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth, In few, his death, (whose spirit lent a fire
More than that being which was like to be? Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,)
L. Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, Being bruited' once, took fire and heat away Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas, From the best temper'd courage in his troops: That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one: For from his metal was his party steeld;
And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd Which once in him abated, all the rest
Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd; Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. And since we are o'erset, venture again. And as the thing that's heavy in itself,
Come, we will all put forth; body, and goods. Upon enforcement, flies with greater speed;
Mor. 'Tis more than time: And, my most noble So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
lord, Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, I hear for certain and do speak the truth, That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim, The gentle archbishop of York is up, Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, With well-appointed powers; he is a man, Fly from the field: Then was that noble Worcester Who with a double surety binds his followers. Too soon ta'en prisoner: and that furious Scot, My lord your son had only but the corps, The bloody Douglas, whose well-laboring sword But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight : Had three times slain the appearance of the king, For that same word, rebellion, did divide 'Gan vaile his stomach, and did grace the shame, The action of their bodies from their souls: Of those that turn'd their backs; and in his flight, And they did fight with queasiness,' constrain’d, Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all As men drink potions; that their weapons only Is,—that the king hath won; and hath sent out Seem'd on our side, but for their spirits and souls, A speedy power, to encounter you, my lord, This word, rebellion, it hath froze them up, Under the conduct of young Lancaster,
As fish are in a pond; But now the bishop. And Westmoreland: this is the news at full. Turns insurrection to religion :
North. For this I shall have time enough to mourn. Suppos’d sincere and holy in his thoughts, In poison there is physic; and these news, He's follow'd both with body and with mind; Having been well, that would have made me sick, And doth enlarge his rising with the blood Being sick, have in some measure made me well: Of fair king Richard, scraped from Pomfret stones; And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause; Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life, Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land, Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke; Out of his keepers' arms; even so my limbs, And more,' and less, do flock to follow him. Weaken’d with grief, being now enraged with grief, North. I knew of this before; but, to speak truth, Are thrice themselves: hence therefore, thou nice" | This present grief had wiped it from my inind. crutch;
Go in with me; and counsel every man A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, The aptest way for safety, and revenge: Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif;" Get posts, and letters, and make friends with speed; Thou art a guard too wanton for the head, Never so few, and never yet more need. [Exeunt. Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit.
SCENE II.—London. A Street. Now bind my brows with iron; and approach The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring, Enter Sir John Falstaff, with his Page bearing To frown upon the enraged Northumberland !
his Sword and Buckler. Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand
Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to Keep the wild flood confined! let order die! And let this world no longer be a stage,
Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good To feed contention in a lingering act;
healthy water: but, for the party that owed it, he But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
might have more diseases than he knew for. Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird' at me; On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, And darkness be the burier of the dead!
is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughTra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my ter, more than I invent, or is invented on me; I am lord.
not only witry in myself, but the cause that wit is L. Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from in other men. I do here walk before thee, like a
sow, that hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. Mor. The lives of all your loving complices
If the prince put thee into my service for any other Lean on your health; the which if you give o'er reason than to set me off, why then I have no judga To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
ment. Thou whoreson mandrake,' thou art fitter You cast the event of war, my noble lord, to be worn in my cap, than to wait at my heels. And summ'd the account of chance, before you I was never manned with an agate till now: but I said,
will set you neither in gold nor silver, but in vile Let us make head. It was your presurmise, apparel, and send you back again to your master That in the dole of blows your son might drop: for a jewel; the juvenal, the prince your master, You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, whose chin is not yet fledged. I will sooner have More likely to fall in than to get o’er:
a beard grow in the palm of my hand, than he You were advis'd, his flesh was capable
shall get one on his cheek; and yet he will not stiek Of wounds, and scars; and that his forward spirits to say his face is a face-royal: God may finish it Would lift him where most trade of danger ranged;
1 Against their stomachs.
* Gibe. • Return of blows.
Reported. • A root supposed to have the shape of a man. 6 Let fall. * Trifling
9 Distribution. Alluding to little figures cut in agate.
when he will, it is not a hair amiss yet: he may | that which grows to me! If thou get'st any leave of keep it still as a face-royal, for a barber shall never me, hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert better earn sixpence out of it; and yet he will be crowing be hanged: You hunt-counter, hence! avaunt! as if he had writ man ever since his father was a Atten. Sir, my lord would speak with you. bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he is Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. almost out of mine, I can assure him. What Fal. My good lord !—God give your lordship good said master Dumbleton about the satin for my short time of day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad: cloak, and slops ?
I heard say, your lordship was sick: I hope, your Page. He said, sir, you should procure him better lordship goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, assurance than Bardolph: he would not take his though not clean past your youth, hath yet some bond and yours; he liked not the security. smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of
Fal. Let him be damned like a glutton! may time; and I most humbly beseech your lordship, to his tongue be hotter!-A whoreson Achitophel! a have a reverend care of your health. rascally yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in Ch. Just." Sir John, I sent for you before your hand, and then stand upon security!- The whore- expedition to Shrewsbury. son smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high Fal. An't please your lordship, I hear his majesshoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if ty is returned with some discomfort from Wales. a man is thorough with them in honest taking up, Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty You would then they must stand upon-security. I had as not come when I sent for you. lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth, as offer Fal. And I hear moreover, his highness is fallen to stop it with security. I looked he should have into this same whoreson apoplexy. sent me two-and-twenty yards of satin, as I am a Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him! I pray, let true knight, and he sends me security. Well, he me speak with you. may sleep in security; for he hath the horn of Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines lethargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of sleepthrough it: and yet cannot he see, though he have ing in the blood, a whoreson tingling. his own lantern to light him.- - Where's Bar- Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as it is. dolph?
Fal. It hath its original from much grief; from Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your study, and perturbation of the brain: I have read worship a horse.
the cause of his effects in Galen; it is a kind of Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a deafness. horse in Smithfield: an I could get me but a wife Ch. Just. I think, you are fallen into the disin the stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived." ease; for you hear not what I say to you. Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and an Attendant.
Fal. Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an't
please you, it is the disease of not listening, the Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that com- malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal. mitted the prince for striking him about Bardolph. Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels, would Fal. Wait close, I will not see him.
amend the attention of your ears; and I care not, Ch. Just. What's he that goes there?
if I do become your physician. Atten. Falstaff, an't please your lordship. Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord; but not so
Ch. Just. He that was in question for the rob patient: your lordship may minister the potion of bery?
imprisonment to me, in respect of poverty; but Atten. He, my lord: but he hath since done how I should be your patient to follow your pres ! good service at Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is now scriptions, the wise may make some draw of a scrugoing with some charge to the lord John of Lan- ple, or indeed a scruple itself. caster.
Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were matters Ch. Just. What, to York? Call him back again. against you for your life, to come speak with me. Atten. Sir John Falstaff!
Fal. As I was then advised by my learned counsel Fal. Boy, tell him, I am deaf.
in the laws of this land-service, I did not come. Page. You must speak louder, my master is deaf. Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, sir John, you live
Ch. Just. I am sure, he is, to the hearing of any in great infamy. thing good.--Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must Fal. He that buckles him in my belt, cannot live speak with him.
in less. Atten. Sir John
Ch. Just. Your means are very slender, and your Fal. What! a young knave, and beg! Is there waste is great. not wars? is there not employment? Doth not the Fal. I would it were otherwise; I would my king lack subjects? do not the rebels need soldiers ?
means were greater, and my waist slenderer. Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful prince. is worse shame to beg than to be on the worse side,
Fal. The young prince hath misled me: I am were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog, how to make it.
Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gall a new-healed Atten. You mistake me, sir.
wound: your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? little giided over your night's exploit on Gadshill
: setting my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I
you may thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'erhad lied in my throat if I had said so.
posting that action. Atten. I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood Fal. My lord ? and your soldiership aside; and give me leave to Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so: wake tell you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am any not a sleeping wolf. other than an honest man.
Fal. To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside fox. e In their debt.
Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the better * Alluding to an old proverb: Who goes to Westminster for a wife, to St. Paul's for a man, and to Smithfield for a
part burn out. horse, may meet with a whore, a knave, and a jade.
& A catch-pole or bailiff.
Fal. A wassel candle," my lord: all tallow: if I Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you are did say of wax, my growth would approve the truth. too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well:
Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your face, Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland. but should have his effect of gravity.
[Exeunt Chief Justice and Attendant. Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.
Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up and A man can no more separate age and covetousdown, like his ill angel.
ness, than he can part young limbs and lechery: Fal. Not so, my lord; your ill angel' is light; but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will take me other; and so both the degrees prevento my curses. without weighing: and yet, in some respects, I —Boy! grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell:: Virtue is of so Page. Sir ? little regard in these coster-monger times, that true Fal. What money is in my purse? valor is turned bear-herd: Pregnancy is made a Page. Seven groats and two-pence. tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in giving Fal. I can get no remedy against this consumpreckonings: all the other gifts appertinent to man, tion of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers as the malice of this age shapes them, are not worth it out, but the disease is incurable.—Go bear this a gooseberry. You, that are old, consider not the letter to my lord of Lancaster; this to the prince; capacities of us that are young: you measure the this to the earl of Westmoreland; and this to old heat of our liver in the bitterness of your galls; mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to and we that are in the vaward* of our youth, I marry since I perceived the first white hair on my must confess, are wags too.
chin: About it; you know where to find me. (Exit Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the Page.] A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! scroll of youth, that are written down old with all for the one, or the other, plays the rogue with my the characters of age ? Have you not a moist eye ? great toe. It is no matter if I do halt; I have the a dry hand? a yellow cheek? a white beard? a wars for my color, and my pension shall seem the decreasing leg? an increasing belly? Is not your more reasonable: A good wit will make use of any voice broken? your wind short? your chin double ? thing; I will turn diseases to commodity." [Exit. your wit single? and every part about you blasted
SCENE III.-York. A Room in the Archwith antiquity ? and will you yet call yourself
bishop's Palace. young? Fye, fye, fye, sir John!
Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the clock Enter the Archbishop of York, the Lords Hasin the afternoon, with a white head, and something
TINGS, MOWBRAY, amd BARDOLPH. a round belly. For my voice,-I have lost it with Arch. Thus have you heard our cause, and hollaing, and singing of anthems. To approve my
known our means; youth further, I will not: the truth is, I am only And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, old in judgment and understanding; and he that Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes;will caper with me for a thousand marks, let him And first, lord marshal, what say you to it? lend me the money, and have at him. For the box Mowb. I well allow the occasion of our arms; o'the ear that the prince gave you,-he gave it But gladly would be better satisfied, like a rude prince, and you took it like a sensible How, in our means, we should advance ourselves lord. I have checked him for it; and the young To look with forehead bold and big enough lion repents: marry, not in ashes, and sack-cloth; Upon the power and puissance of the king. but in new silk, and old sack.
Hast. Our present musters grow upon the file Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a better To five-and-twenty thousand men of choice; companion!
And our supplies live largely in the hope Fal. Heaven send the companion a better prince! Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns I cannot rid my hands of him.
With an incensed fire of injuries. Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you and L. Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, prince Harry: I hear you are going with lord John
standeth thus :of Lancaster against the archbishop, and the earl Whether our present five-and-twenty thousand of Northumberland.
May hold up head without Northumberland. Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it.
Hast. With him, we may. But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady peace
Ay, marry, there's the point: at home, that our armies join not in a hot day! for, | But if without him we be thought too feeble, be the Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and My judgment is we should not step too far I mean not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a Till we had his assistance by the hand: hot day, an I brandish any thing but my bottle, I For, in a theme so bloody-faced as this, would I might never spit white again. There is Conjecture, expectation, and surmise not a dangerous action can peep out his head, but Of aids uncertain, should not be admitted. I am thrust upon it: Well, I cannot last ever; But Arch. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph; for, indeed, it was always yet the trick of our English nation, It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury. if they have a good thing, to make it too common. L. Bard. It was, my lord; who lined himself If you will needs say, I am an old man, you should with hope, give me rest. I would to God, my name were not Eating the air on promise of supply, $0 terrible to the enemy as it is. I were better to Flattering himself with project of a power be eaten to death with rust, than to be scoured to Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts: nothing with perpetual motion.
And so with great imagination, Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; And God Proper to madmen, led his powers to death, bless your expedition!
And, winking, leap'd into destruction. Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt pound, to furnish me forth?
To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope. A large candle for a feast. 1 The coin called an angel. • A large wooden hammer, so heavy as to require three 3 Readiness. • Forepart.
. Pass current.
men to wield it.
L. Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war; Arch. That he should draw his several strengths Indeed the instant action (a cause on foot)
together, Lives so in hope, as in an early spring
And come against us in full puissance,
If he should do so,
L. Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces Then must we rate the cost of the erection;
hither? Which if we find outweighs ability,
Hast. The duke of Lancaster and WestmoreWhat do we then, but draw anew the model
land: In fewer offices; or, at least, desist
Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Monmouth: To build at all? Much more, in this great work, But who is substituted 'gainst the French, (Which is, almost to pluck a kingdom down, I have no certain notice. And set another up,) should we survey
Let us on; The plot of situation, and the model;
And publish the occasion of our arms. Consent' upon a sure foundation;
The commonwealth is sick of their own choice, Question surveyors; know our own estate, Their over-greedy love hath surfeited:How able such a work to undergo,
An habitation giddy and unsure To weigh against his opposite; or else,
Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart. We fortify in paper, and in figures,
O thou fond many!' with what loud applause Using the names of men, instead of men: Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke, Like one, that draws the model of a house
Before he was what thou wouldst have him be? Beyond his power to build it; who, half through, And being now trimm'd in thine own desires, Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him, A naked subject to the weeping clouds,
That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.
So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge Hast. Grant, that our hopes (yet likely of fair Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard; birth)
And now thou would’st eat thy dead vomit up, Should be still-born, and that we now possess’d And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these tiines! The utmost man of expectation;
They that, when Richard liv’d, would have him die, I think, we are a body strong enough,
Are now become enamor'd on his grave; Even as we are, to equal with the king.
Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head, L. Bard. What! is the king but five-and-twen- When through proud London he came sighing on ty thousand ?
After the admired heels of Bolingbroke, Hast. To us, no more; nay, not so much, lord Cry'st now, 0 earth, yield us that king again, Bardolph.
And take thou this.' ( thoughts of men accurst! For his divisions, as the times do brawl,
Past, and to come, seem best; things present, worst. Are in three heads: one power against the French, Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set And one against Glendower; perforce a third
on ! Must take up us: So is the unfirm king
Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids beIn three divided; and his coffers sound
[Exeunt. With hollow poverty and emptiness.
SCENE I.-London. A Street.
Fang. An I but fist him once; an a' come but
within my vice. Enter Hostess; Fang, and his Boy, with her; and SNAKE following
Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant you,
he's an infinite thing upon my score :-Good mas | Host. Master Fang, have you entered the action ? ter Fang, hold him sure;—good master Snare, let Fang. It is entered.
him not escape. He comes continually to Pie. Host. Where is your yeoman ? Is it a lusty corner, (saving your manhoods,) to buy a saddle; yeoman? will a' stand to't ?
and he's indited to dinner to the Lubbar's Head Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare?
in Lumbert-street, to master Smooth's the silkHost. O lord, ay; good master Snare.
man: I pray ye, since my exion is entered, and Snare. Here, here.
my case so openly known to the world, let him be Fang. Snare, we must arrest sir John Falstaff. brought in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long
Host. Yea, good master Snare; I have entered loan for a poor lone woman to bear: and I have him and all.
borne, and borne, and borne; and have been fubSnare. It may chance cost some of us our lives, bed off, and fubbed off, and fubbed off, from this for he will stab.
day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. Host. Alas the day! take heed of him; he stab- There is no honesty in such dealing ; unless a wobed me in mine own house, and that most beastly; man should be made an ass, and a beast, to bear in good faith, a' cares not what mischief he doth, every knave's wrong. — if his weapon be out: he will foin' like any devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child. Enter Sir John Falstaff, Page, and Bandolph.
Fung. If I can close with him, I care not for his Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose thrust.
knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your offices, do Host. No, nor I neither: I'll be at your elbow. & Agree. 9 Follower.
your offices, master Fang, and master Snare; do truth is, poverty hath distracted her. But for these me, do me, do me your offices.
foolish officers, I beseech you, I may have redress Fal. How now? whose mare's dead? what's the against them. matter?
Ch. Just. Sir John, sir John, I am well acquainted Fang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of mis- with your manner of wrenching the true cause the tress Quickly.
false way. It is not a confident brow, nor the Fal. Away, varlets !-Draw, Bardolph; cut me throng of words that come with such more than off the villain's head; throw the quean in the channel. impudent sauciness from you, can thrust me from
Host. Throw me in the channel? I'll throw thee a level consideration; you have, as it appears to me, in the channel. Wilt thou? wilt thou ? thou bas-practised upon the easy-yielding spirit of this wotardly rogue!-Murder, murder! O thou honey- man, and made her serve your uses both in purse suckle: villain! wilt thou kill God's officers, and and person. the king's? O thou honey-seed rogue! thou art a Host. Yea, in troth, my lord. honey-seed; a man-queller, and a woman-queller. Ch. Just. Pr’ythee, peace :-Pay her the debt Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph.
you owe her, and unpay the villany you have done Fang. A rescue! a rescue!
with her; the one you may do with sterling money, Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two.— and the other with current repentance. Thou wo't, wo't thou? thou wo't, wo't thou ? do, Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap' do, thou rogue! do, thou hemp-seed!
without reply. You call honorable boldness, imFal. Away, you scullion! you rampallion! you pudent sauciness: if a man will make court'sy, and fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.
say nothing, he is virtuous: No, my lord, my hum
ble duty remembered, I will not be your suitor; I Enter the Lord Chief Justice, attended.
say to you, I do desire deliverance from these Ch. Just. What's the matter? keep the peace officers, being upon hasty employment in the king's here, ho!
affairs. Host. Good my lord, be good to me! I beseech you! Ch. Just. You speak as having power to do Ch. Just. How now, sir John? what, are you wrong: but answer in the effect of your reputation, brawling here?
and satisfy the poor woman. Doth this become your place, your time, and busi Fal. Come hither, hostess. [Taking her aside.
ness? You should have been well on your way to York.
Enter GOWER. Stand from him, fellow; Wherefore hang'st thou Ch. Just. Now, master Gower; What news? on him?
Gow. The king, my lord, and Harry prince of Host. O my most worshipful lord, an't please
Wales your grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap, and Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells. he is arrested at my suit.
Fal. As I am a gentleman; Ch. Just. For what sum ?
Host. Nay, you said so before. Host. It is more than for some, my lord; it is Fal. As I am a gentleman; —Come, no more for all, all I have: he hath eaten me out of house words of it. and home: he hath put all my substance into that
Host. By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must fat belly of his:--but I will have some of it out be fain to pawn both my plate, and the tapestry of again, or I'll ride thee o’nights, like the mare.
my dining-chambers. Fal. I think, I am as like to ride the mare, if I
Fal. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking: and have any vantage of ground to get up.
for thy walls,-a pretty slight drollery, or the story Ch. Just. How comes this, sir John? Fye! what of the prodigal, or the German hunting in waterman of good temper would endure this tempest of work, is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings, exclamation? Are you not ashamed to enforce a and these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, poor widow to so rough a course to come by her own? if thou canst. Come, an it were not for thy hu
Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee? mors, there is not a better wench in England.
Host. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thy-Go, wash thy face, and draw' thy action: Come, self, and the money too. Thou didst swear to me thou must not be in this humor with me; dost not upon a parcel-gilt' goblet, sitting in my Dolphin- know me? Come, come, I know thou wast set on chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, to this. upon Wednesday in Whitsun-week, when the prince Host. Pray thee, sir John, let it be but twenty broke thy head for liking his father to a singing. nobles; i'faith I am loath to pawn my plate, in man of Windsor: thou didst swear to me then, as good earnest, la. I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make Fal. Let it alone; I'll make other shift; you'll me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did be a fool still. not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in Host. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my then, and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to gown. I hope you'll come to supper: you'll pay borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us, she had a me all together? good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to Fal. Will I live?-Go, with her, with her; [To eat some; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a BARDOLP..) hook on, hook on. green wound? And didst thou not, when she was Host. Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet you gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so fami- at supper? liarity with such poor people; saying, that ere long Fal. No more words; let's have her. they should call me madam? And didst thou not
[Exeunt Hostess, BANDOLPH, Officers, kiss me, and bid me fetch thee thirty shillings? I put
and Page. thee now to thy book-oath ; deny it, if thou canst. Ch. Just. I have heard better news.
Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she Fal. What's the news, my good lord ? says, up and down the town, that her eldest son is Ch. Just. Where lay the king last night? like you: she hath been in good case, and, the
& Snub, check 9 Suitably to your character. » Homicidal.
* Party gilt.