The Second Part of the Henry the Fourth, Contaning his Death: and the Coronation of King Henry the Fift from Mr. William Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies. Published according to the true originall copies.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies
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The Second Part of the Henry the Fourth,
Contaning his Death: and the Coronation
of King Henry the Fift.
Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.
[Induction]
INDVCTION.
wrongs.
Scena Secunda.
[Act 1, Scene 1]
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57Good, and heauen will.
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Scena Tertia.
[Act 1, Scene 1]
Fal.
266Sirra, you giant, what saies the Doctor to my water?
Pag.
267He said sir, the Water it selfe was a good healthy [l. 268] water: but for the party that ow'd it, he might haue more [l. 269] diseases then he knew for.
Fal.
270Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at mee: the [l. 271] braine of this foolish compounded Clay‑man, is not able [l. 272] to inuent any thing that tends to laughter, more then I [l. 273] inuent, or is inuented on me. I am not onely witty in my [l. 274] selfe, but the cause that wit is in other men. I doe heere [l. 275] walke before thee, like a Sow, that hath o'rewhelm'd all [l. 276] her Litter, but one. If the Prince put thee into my Ser [l. 277] uice for any other reason, then to set mee off, why then I [l. 278] haue no iudgement. Thou horson Mandrake, thou art [l. 279] fitter to be worne in my cap, then to wait at my heeles. I [l. 280] was neuer mann'd with an Agot till now: but I will sette [l. 281] you neyther in Gold, nor Siluer, but in vilde apparell, and [l. 282] send you backe againe to your Master, for a Iewell. The [l. 283] Iuuenall (the Prince your Master) whose Chin is not yet [l. 284] fledg'd, I will sooner have a beard grow in the Palme of [l. 285] my hand, then he shall get one on his cheeke: yet he will [l. 286] not sticke to say, his Face is a Face‑Royall. Heauen may [l. 287] finish it when he will, it is not a haire amisse yet: he may [l. 288] keepe it still at a Face‑Royall, for a Barber shall neuer [l. 289] earne six pence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as if [l. 290] he had writ man ever since his Father was a Batchellour. [l. 291] He may keepe his owne Grace, but he is almost out of [l. 292] mine, I can assure him. What said M. Dombledon, about [l. 293] the Satten for my short Cloake, and Slops?
Pag.
294He said sir, you should procure him better Assu [l. 295] rance, then Bardolfe: he wold not take his Bond & yours, [l. 296] he lik'd not the Security.
Fal.
297Let him bee damn'd like the Glutton, may his [l. 298] Tongue be hotter, a horson Achitophel; a Rascally‑yea‑ [l. 299] forsooth‑knaue, to beare a Gentleman in hand, and then [l. 300] stand vpon Security? The horson smooth‑pates doe now, [l. 301] we are nothing but high shoes, and bunches of Keyes at [l. 302] their girdles: and if a man is through with them in ho [l. 303] nest Taking‑vp, then they must stand vpon Securitie: I [l. 304] had as liefe they would put Rats‑bane in my mouth, as [l. 305] offer to stoppe it with Security. I look'd hee should have [l. 306] sent me two and twenty yards of Satten (as I am true [l. 307] Knight) and he sends me Security. Well, he may sleep in [l. 308] Security, for he hath the horne of Abundance: and the [l. 309] lightnesse of his Wife shines through it, and yet cannot [l. 310] he see, though he haue his owne Lanthorne to light him. [l. 311] Where's Bardolfe?
Pag.
312He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship [l. 313] a horse.
Fal.
314I bought him in Paules, and hee'l buy mee a horse [l. 315] in Smithfield. If I could get mee a wife in the Stewes, I [l. 316] were Mann'd, Hors'd, and Wiu'd.
Pag.
317Sir, heere comes the Nobleman that committed [l. 318] the Prince for striking him, about Bardolfe.
Fal.
319Wait close, I will not see him.
Ch. Iust.
320What's he that goes there?
Ser.
321Falstaffe, and't please your Lordship.
Iust.
322He that was in question for the Robbery?
Ser.
323He my Lord, but he hath since done good service [l. 324] at Shrewsbury: and (as I heare) is now going with some [l. 325] Charge, to the Lord Iohn of Lancaster.
Iust.
326What to Yorke? Call him backe againe.
Ser.
327Sir Iohn Falstaffe.
Fal.
328Boy, tell him, I am deafe.
Pag.
329You must speake lowder, my Master is deafe.
Iust.
330I am sure he is, to the hearing of any thing good. [l. 331] Go plucke him by the Elbow, I must speake with him.
Ser.
332Sir Iohn.
Fal.
333What? a yong knaue and beg? Is there not wars? Is [l. 334] there not imployment? Doth not the King lack subiects? Do [l. 335] not the Rebels want Soldiers? Though it be a shame to be on [p. 77] The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth. sig [l. 336] on any side but one, it is worse shame to begge, then to [l. 337] be on the worst side, were it worse then the name of Re [l. 338] bellion can tell how to make it.
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Ser.
339You mistake me Sir.
Fal.
340Why sir? Did I say you were an honest man? Set [l. 341] ting my Knight‑hood, and my Souldiership aside, I had [l. 342] lyed in my throat, if I had said so.
Ser.
343I pray you (Sir) then set your Knighthood and [l. 344] your Souldier‑ship aside, and giue mee leaue to tell you, [l. 345] you lye in your throat, if you say I am any other then an [l. 346] honest man.
Fal.
347I give thee leaue to tell me so? I lay a‑side that [l. 348] which growes to me? If thou get'st any leaue of me, hang [l. 349] me: if thou tak'st leaue, thou wer't better be hang'd: you [l. 350] Hunt‑counter, hence: Auant.
Ser.
351Sir, my Lord would speake with you.
Iust.
352Sir Iohn Falstaffe, a word with you.
Fal.
353My good Lord: giue your Lordship good time of [l. 354] the day. I am glad to see your Lordship abroad: I heard [l. 355] say your Lordship was sicke. I hope your Lordship goes [l. 356] abroad by aduise. Your Lordship (though not clean past [l. 357] your youth) hath yet some smack of age in you: some rel [l. 358] lish of the faltnesse of Time, and I most humbly beseech [l. 359] your Lordship, to haue a reuerend care of your health.
Iust.
360Sir Iohn, I sent you before your Expedition, to [l. 361] Shrewsburie.
Fal.
362If it please your Lordship, I heare his Maiestie is [l. 363] return'd with some discomfort from Wales.
Iust.
364I talke not of his Maiesty: you would not come [l. 365] when I sent for you?
Fal.
366And I heare moreover, his Highnesse is falne into [l. 367] this same whorson Apoplexie.
Iust.
368Well, heauen mend him. I pray let me speak with [l. 369] (you.
Fal.
370This Apoplexie is (as I take it) a kind of Lethar [l. 371] gie, a sleeping of the blood, a horson Tingling.
Iust.
372What tell you me of it? be it as it is.
Fal.
373It hath it originall from much greefe; from study [l. 374] and perturbation of the braine. I have read the cause of [l. 375] his effects in Galen. It is a kinde of deafenesse.
Iust.
376I thinke you are falne into the disease: For you [l. 377] heare not what I say to you.
Fal.
378Very well (my Lord) very well: rather an't please [l. 379] you) it is the disease of not Listning, the malady of not [l. 380] Marking, that I am troubled withall.
Iust.
381To punish you by the heeles, would amend the [l. 382] attention of your eares, & I care not if I be your Physitian
Fal.
383I am as poore as Iob, my Lord; but not so Patient: [l. 384] your Lordship may minister the Potion of imprisonment [l. 385] to me, in respect of Pouertie: but how I should bee your [l. 386] Patient, to follow your prescriptions, the wise may make [l. 387] some dram of a scruple, or indeede, a scruple it selfe.
Iust.
388I sent for you (when there were matters against [l. 389] you for your life) to come speake with me.
Fal.
390As I was then advised by my learned Councel, in [l. 391] The lawes of this Land‑service, I did not come.
Iust.
392Wel, the truth is (sir Iohn) you liue in great infamy
Fal.
393He that buckles him in my belt, cannot liue in lesse.
Iust.
394Your Meanes is very slender, and your wast great.
Fal.
395I would it were otherwise: I would my Meanes [l. 396] were greater, and my waste slenderer.
Iust.
397You haue misled the youthfull Prince.
Fal.
398The yong Prince hath misled mee. I am the Fel [l. 399] low with the great belly, and he my Dogge.
Iust.
400Well, I am loth to gall a new‑heal'd wound: your [l. 401] daies service at Shrewsbury, hath a little gilded ouer [l. 402] your Nights exploit on Gads‑hill. You may thanke the [l. 403] vnquiet time, for your quiet o're‑posting that Action.
Fal.
404My Lord?
Iust.
405But since all is wel, keep it so: wake not a sleeping [l. 406] (Wolfe.
Fal.
407To wake a Wolfe, is as bad as to smell a Fox.
Iu.
408What? you are as a candle, the better part burnt out
Fal.
409A Wassell‑Candle, my Lord; all Tallow: if I did [l. 410] say of wax, my growth would approue the truth.
Iust.
411There is not a white haire on your face, but shold [l. 412] haue his effect of grauity.
Fal.
413His effect of grauy, grauy, grauy.
Iust
414You follow th[.] yong Prince vp and downe, like [l. 415] his euill Angell.
Fal.
416Not so (my Lord) your ill Angell is light: but I [l. 417] hope, he that lookes vpon mee, will take mee without, [l. 418] weighing: and yet, in some respects I grant, I cannot go: [l. 419] I cannot tell. Vertue is of so little regard in these Costor [l. 420] mongers that true valor is turn'd Beare‑heard. Pregnan [l. 421] cie is made a Tapster, and hath his quicke wit wasted in [l. 422] giuing Recknings: all the other gifts appertinent to man [l. 423] (as the malice of this Age shapes them) are not woorth a [l. 424] Gooseberry. You that are old, consider not the capaci [l. 425] ties of vs that are yong: you measure the heat of our Li [l. 426] uers, with the bitternes of your gals: & we that are in the [l. 427] vaward of our youth, I must confesse, are wagges too.
Iust.
428Do you set downe your name in the scrowle of [l. 429] youth, that are written downe old, with all the Charrac [l. 430] ters of age? Haue you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a yel [l. 431] low cheeke? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an incresing [l. 432] belly? Is not your voice broken? your winde short? your [l. 433] wit single? and euery part about you blasted with Anti [l. 434] quity? and wil you cal your selfe yong? Fy, fy, fy sir Iohn.
Fal.
435My Lord, l was borne with a white head, & som [l. 436] thing a round belly. For my voice, I haue lost it with hal [l. 437] lowing and singing of Anthemes. To approue my youth [l. 438] farther, I will not: the truth is, I am onely olde in iudge [l. 439] ment and understanding: and he that will caper with mee [l. 440] for a thousand Markes, let him lend me the mony, & haue [l. 441] at him. For the boxe of th'eare that the Prince gaue you, [l. 442] he gaue it like a rude Prince, and you tooke it like a sensi [l. 443] ble Lord. I haue checkt him for it, and the yong Lion re [l. 444] pents: Marry not in ashes and sacke‑cloath, but in new [l. 445] Silke, and old Sacke,
Iust.
446Wel, heauen send the Prince a better companion.
Fal.
447Heaven send the Companion a better Prince: I [l. 448] cannot rid my hands of him.
Iust.
449Well, the King hath seuer'd you and Prince Har [l. 450] ry, I heare you are going with Lord Iohn of Lancaster, a [l. 451] gainst the Archbishop, and the Earle of Northumberland
Fal.
452Yes, I thanke your pretty sweet wit for it: but [l. 453] looke you pray, (all you that kisse my Ladie Peace, at [l. 454] home) that our Armies ioyn not in a hot day: for if I take [l. 455] but two shirts out with me, and I meane not to sweat ex [l. 456] traordinarily: if it bee a hot day, if I brandish any thing [l. 457] but my Bottle, would I might neuer spit white againe: [l. 458] There is not a daungerous Action can peepe out his head, [l. 459] but I am thrust upon it. Well, I cannot last euer.
Iust.
Expedition.
Fal.
461Will your Lordship lend mee a thousand pound, [l. 462] to furnish me forth?
Iust.
463Not a peny, not a peny: you are too impatient [l. 464] to beare crosses. Fare you well. Commend mee to my [l. 465] Cosin Westmerland.
Fal.
466If I do, fillop me with a three‑man‑Beetle. A man [l. 467] can no more separate Age and Couetousnesse, then he can [l. 468] part yong limbes and letchery: but the Gowt galles the g2 one, [p. 78] The Second Part of king Henry The Fourth. [l. 469] one, and the pox pinches the other; and so both the De [l. 470] grees prevent my curses. Boy?
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471Sir.
Fal.
472What money is in my purse?
Page.
473Seuen groats, and two pence.
Fal.
474I can get no remedy against this Consumption of [l. 475] the purse. Borrowing onely lingers, and lingers it out, [l. 476] but the disease is incureable. Go beare this letter to my [l. 477] Lord of Lancaster, this to the Prince, this to the Earle of [l. 478] Westmerland, and this to old Mistris Vrsula, whome I [l. 479] haue weekly sworne to marry, since perceiu'd the first [l. 480] white haire on my chin. About it: you know where to [l. 481] finde me. A pox of this Gowt, or a Gowt of this Poxe: [l. 482] for the one or th'other playes the rogue with my great [l. 483] toe: It is no matter, if I do halt, I haue the warres for my [l. 484] colour, and my Pension shall seeme the more reasonable. [l. 485] A good wit will make vse of any thing: I will turne dis [l. 486] eases to commodity.
Scena Quarta,
[Act 1, Scene 3]
Lord Bardolfe.
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504With him, we may.
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Actus Secundus. Scœna Prima.
[Act 2, Scene 1]
Hostesse.
600Mr. Fang, haue you entred the Action?
Fang.
601It is enter'd.
Hostesse.
602Wher's your Yeoman? Is it a lusty yeoman? [l. 603] Will he stand to it?
Fang.
604Sirrah, where's Snare?
Hostesse.
605I, I, good M. Snare..
Snare.
606Heere, heere.
Fang.
607Snare, we must Arrest Sir Iohn Falstaffe.
Host.
608I good M. Snare, I haue enter'd him, and all.
Sn.
609It may chance cost some of vs our liues: he wil stab
Hostesse.
610Alas the day: take heed of him: he stabd me [l. 611] in mine owne house, and that most beastly: he cares not [l. 612] what mischeefe he doth, if his weapon be out. Hee will [l. 613] foyne like any diuell, he will spare neither man, woman, [l. 614] nor childe.
Fang.
615If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.
Hostesse.
616No, nor I neither: Ile be at your elbow.
Fang.
617If I but fist him once: if he come but within my [l. 618] Vice.
Host.
619I am vndone with his going: I warrant he is an [l. 620] infinitiue thing vpon my score. Good M. Fang hold him [l. 621] sure: good M. Snare let him not scape, he comes continu [l. 622] antly to Py‑Corner (sauing your manhoods) to buy a sad [l. 623] dle, and hee is indited to dinner to the Lubbars head in [l. 624] Lombardstreet, to M. Smoothes the Silkman. I pra'ye, since [l. 625] my Exion is enter'd, and my Case so openly known to the [l. 626] world, let him be brought in to his answer: A 100. Marke [l. 627] is a long one, for a poore lone woman to beare: & I haue [l. 628] borne, and borne, and borne, and haue bin fub'd off, and [l. 629] fub'd‑off, from this day to that day, that it is a shame to [l. 630] be thought on. There is no honesty in such dealing, vnles [l. 631] a woman should be made an Ass and a Beast, to beare e [l. 632] uery Knaues wrong.
633Yonder he comes, and that arrant Malmesey‑Nose Bar [l. 634] dolfe with him. Do your Offices, do your offices: M. Fang, [l. 635] & M. Snare, do me, do me, do me your Offices.
Fal.
636How now? whose Mare's dead? what's the matter?
Fang.
637Sir Iohn, I arrest you, at the suit of Mist. Quickly.
Falst.
638Away Varlets, draw Bardolfe: Cut me off the [l. 639] Villaines head: throw the Queane in the Channel.
Host.
640Throw me in the channell? Ile throw thee there. [l. 641] Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly rogue. Murder, mur [l. 642] der, O thou Hony‑suckle villaine, wilt tkou kill Gods of [l. 643] ficers, and the Kings? O thou hony‑seed Rogue, thou art [l. 644] a honyseed, a Man‑queller, and a woman‑queller.
Falst.
645Keep them off, Bardolfe.
Fang.
646A rescu, a rescu.
Host.
647Good people bring a rescu. Thou wilt not? thou [l. 648] wilt not? Do, do thou Rogue: Do thou Hempseed.
Page.
649Away you Scullion, you Rampallian, you Fustil [l. 650] lirian: Ile tucke your Catastrophe.
Iust.
651What's the matter? Keepe the Peace here, hoa.
Host.
652Good my Lord be good to mee. I beseech you [l. 653] stand to me.
Ch. Iust.
Host.
658Oh my most worshipfull Lord, and't please your [l. 659] Grace, I am a poore widdow of Eastcheap, and he is arre [l. 660] sted at my suit.
Ch. Iust.
661For what summe?
Host.
662It is more then for some (my Lord) it is for all: all [l. 663] I haue, he hath eaten me out of house and home; hee hath [l. 664] put all my substance into that fat belly of his: but I will [l. 665] haue some of it out againe, or I will ride thee o'Nights, [l. 666] like the Mare.
Falst.
667I thinke I am as like to ride the Mare, if I haue [l. 668] any vantage of ground, to get vp.
Ch: Iust.
669How comes this, Sir Iohn? Fy, what a man of [l. 670] good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation? [l. 671] Are you not asham'd to inforce a poore Widdowe to so [l. 672] rough a course, to come by her owne?
Falst.
673What is the grosse summe that I owe thee?
Host.
674Marry (if thou wer't an honest man) thy selfe, & [l. 675] the mony too. Thou didst sweare to mee vpon a parcell [l. 676] gilt Goblet, sitting in my Dolphin‑chamber at the round [l. 677] table, by a sea‑cole fire, on Wednesday in Whitson week, [l. 678] when the Prince broke thy head for lik'ning him to a sin [l. 679] ging man of Windsor; Thou didst sweare to me then (as I [l. 680] was washing thy wound) to marry me, and make mee my [l. 681] Lady thy wife. Canst yu deny it? Did not good wife Keech [l. 682] the Butchers wife come in then, and cal me gossip Quick [l. 683] ly? comming in to borrow a messe of Vinegar: telling vs, [l. 684] she had a good dish of Prawnes: whereby yu didst desire to [l. 685] eat some: whereby I told thee they were ill for a greene [l. 686] wound? And didst not thou (when she was gone downe [l. 687] staires) desire me to be no more familiar with such poore [l. 688] people, saying, that ere long they should call me Madam? [l. 689] And did'st yu not kisse me, and bid mee fetch thee 30.s? I [l. 690] put thee now to thy Book‑oath, deny it if thou canst?
Fal.
691My Lord, this is a poore mad soule: and she sayes [l. 692] vp & downe the town, that her eldest son is like you. She [l. 693] hath bin in good case, & the truth is, pouerty hath distra [l. 694] cted her: but for these foolish Officers, I beseech you, I [l. 695] may haue redresse against them.
Iust.
696Sir Iohn, sir Iohn, I am well acquainted with your [l. 697] maner of wrenching the true cause, the false way. It is not [l. 698] a confident brow, nor the throng of wordes, that come [l. 699] with such (more then impudent) sawcines from you, can [l. 700] thrust me from a leuell consideration, I know you ha' pra [l. 701] ctis'd vpon the easie‑yeelding spirit of this woman.
Host.
702Yes in troth my Lord.
Iust.
703Prethee peace: pay her the debt you owe her, and [l. 704] vnpay the villany you haue done her: the one you may do [l. 705] with sterling mony, & the other with currant repentance.
Fal.
706My Lord, I will not vndergo this sneape without [l. 707] reply. You call honorable Boldnes, impudent Sawcinesse: [l. 708] If a man wil curt'sie, and say nothing, he is vertuous: No, [l. 709] my Lord (your humble duty remembred) I will not be your [l. 710] sutor. I say to you, I desire deliu'rance from these Officers [l. 711] being vpon hasty employment in the Kings Affaires.
Iust.
712You speake, as hauing power to do wrong: But [l. 713] answer in the effect of your Reputation, and satisfie the [l. 714] poore woman.
Falst.
715Come hither Hostesse.
Ch. Iust.
716Now Master Gower; What newes?
Gow.
Falst.
719As I am a Gentleman.
Host.
720Nay, you said so before.
Fal.
721As I am a Gentleman. Come, no more words of it
Host.
722By this Heauenly ground I tread on, I must be [l. 723] faine to pawne both my Plate, and the Tapistry of my dy [l. 724] ning Chambers.
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Fal.
725Glasses, glasses, is the onely drinking: and[.]for
[l. 726] thy walles a pretty slight Drollery, or the Storie of the
[l. 727] Prodigall, or the Germane hunting in Waterworke, is
[l. 728]
worih worth a thousand of these Bed‑hangings, and these Fly‑
[l. 729] bitten Tapistries. Let it be tenne pound (if thou canst.)
[l. 730] Come, if it were not for thy humors, there is not a better
[l. 731] Wench in England. Go, wash thy face, and draw thy
[l. 732] Action: Come, thou must not bee in this humour with
[l. 733] me, come, I know thou was't set on to this.
Host.
734Prethee (Sir Iohn) let it be, but twenty Nobles, [l. 735] I loath to pawne my Plate, in good earnest la.
Fal.
736Let it alone, Ile make other shift: you'l be a fool [l. 737] still.
Host.
738Well, you shall haue it although I pawne my [l. 739] Gowne. I hope you'l come to Supper: You'l pay me al [l. 740] together?
Fal.
741Will I liue? Go with her, with her: hooke‑on, [l. 742] hooke‑on.
Host.
743Will you haue Doll Teare‑sheet meet you at sup per?
Fal.
744No more words. Let's haue her.
Ch. Iust.
745I haue heard bitter newes.
Fal
746What's the newes (my good Lord?)
Ch. Iu.
747Where lay the King last night?
Mes.
748At Basingstoke my Lord.
Fal.
749I hope (my Lord) all's well. What is the newes [l. 750] my Lord?
Ch. Iust.
Mes.
Fal.
755Comes the King backe from Wales, my noble Lord?
Ch. Iust.
Fal.
758My Lord.
Ch. Iust.
759What's the matter?
Fal.
760Master Gowre, shall I entreate you with mee to [l. 761] dinner?
Gow.
Ch. Iust.
764Sir Iohn, you loyter heere too long, being you [l. 765] are to take Souldiers vp, in Countries as you go.
Fal.
766Will you sup with me, Master Gowre?
Ch. Iust.
767What foolish Master taught you these man‑ [l. 768] ners, Sir Iohn?
Fal.
769Master Gower, if they become mee not, hee was a [l. 770] Foole that taught them mee. This is the right Fencing [l. 771] grace (my Lord) tap for tap, and so part faire.
Ch. Iust.
772Now the Lord lighten thee, thou art a great [l. 773] Foole.
Scena Secunda.
[Act 2, Scene 2]
and Page.
Prin.
774Trust me, I am exceeding weary.
Poin.
775Is it come to that? I had thought weariness durst [l. 776] not haue attach'd one of so high blood.
Prin.
777It doth me: though it discolours the complexion [l. 778] Of my Greatnesse to acknowledge it. Doth it not shew [l. 779] vildely in me, to desire small Beere?
Poin.
780Why, a Prince should not be so loosely studied, [l. 781] as to remember so weake a Composition.
Prince.
782Belike then, my Appetite was not Princely [l. 783] got: for (in troth) I do now remember the poore Crea [l. 784] ture, Small Beere. But indeede these humble considera [l. 785] tions make me out of loue with my Greatnesse. What a [l. 786] disgrace is it to me, to remember thy name? Or to know [l. 787] thy face tomorrow? Or to take note how many paire of [l. 788] Silk stockings yu hast: (Viz. these, and those that were thy [l. 789] peach‑colour'd ones:) Or to beare the Inuentorie of thy [l. 790] shirts, as one for superfluity, and one other, for vse. But [l. 791] that the Tennis‑Court‑keeper knowes better then I, for [l. 792] it is a low ebbe of Linnen with thee, when thou kept'st [l. 793] not Racket there, as thou hast not done a great while, be [l. 794] cause the rest of thy Low Countries, haue made a shift to [l. 795] eate vp thy Holland.
Poin.
796How ill it followes, after you haue labour'd so [l. 797] hard, you should talke so idlely? Tell me how many good [l. 798] yong Princes would do so, their Fathers lying so sicke, as [l. 799] yours is?
Prin.
800Shall I tell thee one thing, Pointz?
Poin.
801Yes: and let it be an excellent good thing.
Prin.
802It shall serue among wittes of no higher breed [l. 803] ing then thine.
Poin.
804Go to: I stand the push of your one thing, that [l. 805] you'l tell.
Prin.
806Why, I tell thee, it is not meet, that I should be [l. 807] sad now my Father is sicke: albeit I could tell to thee (as [l. 808] to one it pleases me, for fault of a better, to call my friend) [l. 809] I could be sad, and sad indeed too.
Poin.
810Very hardly, vpon such a subiect.
Prin.
811Thou think'st me as farre in the Diuels Booke, as [l. 812] thou, and Falstaffe, for obduracie and persistencie. Let the [l. 813] end try the man. But I tell thee, my hart bleeds inward [l. 814] ly, that my Father is so sicke: and keeping such vild com [l. 815] pany as thou art, hath in reason taken from me, all osten [l. 816] tation of sorrow.
Poin.
817The reason?
Prin.
818What would'st thou think of me, if I shold weep?
Poin.
819I would thinke thee a most Princely hypocrite.
Prin.
820It would be euery mans thought: and thou art [l. 821] a blessed Fellow, to thinke as euery man thinkes: neuer a [l. 822] mans thought in the world, keepes the Rode‑way better [l. 823] then thine: euery man would thinke me an Hypocrite in [l. 824] deede. And what accites your most worshipful thought [l. 825] to thinke so?
Poin.
826Why, because you haue beene so lewde, and so [l. 827] much ingraffed to Falstaffe.
Prin.
828And to thee.
Pointz.
829Nay, I am well spoken of, I can heare it with [l. 830] mine owne eares: the worst that they can say of me is, that [l. 831] I am a second Brother, and that I am a proper Fellowe of [l. 832] my hands: and those two things I confesse I canot helpe. [l. 833] Looke, looke, here comes Bardolfe.
Prince.
834And the Boy that I gaue Falstaffe, he had him [l. 835] from me Christian, and see if the fat villain haue not trans [l. 836] form'd him Ape.
Bar.
837Saue your Grace.
Prin.
838And yours, most Noble Bardolfe.
Poin.
839Come you pernitious Asse, you bashfull Foole, [l. 840] must you be blushing? Wherefore blush you now? what [l. 841] a Maidenly man at Armes are you become? Is it such a [l. 842] matter to get a Pottle‑pots Maiden‑head?
Page.
843He call'd me euen now (my Lord) through a red [l. 844] Lattice, and I could discerne no part of his face from the window: [p. 81] The second Part of King Henry the Fourth. [l. 845] window: at last I spy'd his eyes, and me thought he had [l. 846] made two holes in the Ale‑wiues new Petticoat, & pee [l. 847] ped through.
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Prin.
848Hath not the boy profited?
Bar.
849Away, you horson vpright Rabbet, away.
Page.
850Away, you rascally Altheas dreame, away.
Prin.
851Instruct vs Boy: what dreame, Boy?
Page.
852Marry (my Lord) Althea dream'd, she was de [l. 853] liuer'd of a Firebrand, and therefore I call him hir dream.
Prince.
854A Crownes‑worth of good Interpretation: [l. 855] There it is, Boy.
Poin.
856O that this good Blossome could bee kept from [l. 857] Cankers: Well, there is six pence to preserue thee.
Bard.
858If you do not make him be hang'd among you, [l. 859] the gallowes shall be wrong'd.
Prince.
860And how doth thy Master, Bardolph?
Bar.
861Well, my good Lord: he heard of your Graces [l. 862] comming to Towne. There's a Letter for you.
Poin.
863Deliuer'd with good respect: And how doth the [l. 864] Martlemas, your Master?
Bard.
865In bodily health Sir.
Poin.
866Marry, the immortal part needes a Physitian: [l. 867] but that moues not him: though that bee sicke, it dyes [l. 868] not.
Prince.
869I do allow this Wen to bee as familiar with [l. 870] me, as my dogge: and he holds his place, for looke you [l. 871] he writes.
Poin.
872Iohn Falstaffe Knight: (Euery man must [l. 873] know that, as oft as hee hath occasion to name himselfe:) [l. 874] Euen like those that are kinne to the King, for they neuer [l. 875] pricke their finger, but they say, there is som of the kings [l. 876] blood spilt. How comes that (sayes he) that takes vpon [l. 877] him not to conceiue? the answer is as ready as a borrow [l. 878] ed cap: I am the Kings poore Cosin, Sir.
Prince.
879Nay, they will be kin to vs, but they wil fetch [l. 880] it from Iaphet. But to the Letter: ⸺Sir Iohn Falstaffe, [l. 881] Knight, to the Sonne of the King, neerest his Father, Harrie [l. 882] Prince of Wales, greeting.
Poin.
883Why this is a Certificate.
Prin.
884Peace.
885 I will imitate the honourable Romaines in breuitie.
Poin.
886Sure he meanes breuity in breath: short‑winded. [l. 887] I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I leaue thee. Bee [l. 888] not too familiar with Pointz, for hee misuses thy Fauours so [l. 889] much, that he sweares thou art to marrie his Sister Nell. Re [l. 890] pent at idle times as thou mayst, and so farewell.
891Thine, by yea and no: which is as much as to say, as thou [l. 892] vsest him. Iacke Falstaffe with my Familiars: [l. 893] Iohn with my Brothers and sister: & Sir [l. 894] Iohn, with all Europe.
895My Lord, I will steepe this Letter in Sack, and make him [l. 896] eate it.
Prin.
897That's to make him eate twenty of his Words. [l. 898] But do you vse me thus Ned? Must I marry your Sister?
Poin.
899May the Wench haue no worse Fortune. But I [l. 900] neuer said so.
Prin.
901Well, thus we play the Fooles with the time, & [l. 902] the spirits of the wise, sit in the clouds, and mocke vs: Is [l. 903] your Master heere in London?
Bard.
904Yes my Lord.
Prin.
905Where suppes he? Doth the old Bore, feede in [l. 906] the old Franke?
Bard,
907At the old place my Lord, in East‑cheape.
Prin.
908What Company?
Page.
909Ephesians my Lord, of the old Church.
Prin.
910Sup any women with him?
Page.
911None my Lord, but old Mistris Quickly, and Mistris [l. 912] Doll Teare‑sheet.
Prin.
913What Pagan may that be?
Page
914A proper Gentlewoman, Sir, and a Kinswoman [l. 915] of my Masters.
Prin.
916Euen such Kin, as the Parish Heyfors are to the [l. 917] Towne‑Bull?
918Shall we steale vpon them (Ned) at Supper?
Poin.
919I am your shadow, my Lord, Ile follow you.
Prin.
920Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your [l. 921] Master that I am yet in Towne.
922There's for your silence.
Bar.
923I haue no tongue, sir.
Page.
924And for mine Sir, I will gouerne it.
Prin.
925Fare ye well: go.
926This Doll Teare‑sheet should be some Rode.
Poin.
927I warrant you, as common as the way betweene [l. 928] Saint Albans, and London.
Prin.
929How might we see Falstaffe bestow him selfe to [l. 930] night, in his true colours, and not our selues be seene?
Poin.
931Put on two Leather Ierkins, and Aprons, and [l. 932] waite vpon him at his Table, like Drawers.
Prin.
933From a God, to a Bull? A heauie declension: It [l. 934] was Ioues case. From a Prince, to a Prentice, a low trans [l. 935] formation, that shall be mine: for in euery thing, the pur [l. 936] pose must weigh with the folly. Follow me Ned.
Scena Tertia.
[Act 2, Scene 3]
Percies Ladie.
North.
Wife.
North.
La.
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North.
Wife.
Lady.
North.
Scæna Quarta.
[Act 2, Scene 4]
1. Drawer.
1007What hast thou brought there? Apple‑ [l. 1008] Iohns? Thou know'st Sir Iohn cannot endure an Apple‑ [l. 1009] Iohn.
2. Draw.
1010Thou say'st true: the Prince once set a Dish [l. 1011] of Apple‑Iohns before him, and told him there were fiue [l. 1012] more Sir Iohns: and, putting off his Hat, said, I will now [l. 1013] take my leaue of these sixe drie, round, old‑wither'd [l. 1014] Knights. It anger'd him to the heart: but hee hath for [l. 1015] got that.
1. Draw.
1016Why then couer, and set them downe: and [l. 1017] see if thou canst finde out Sneakes Noyse; Mistris Teare‑ [l. 1018] sheet would faine haue some Musique.
2. Draw.
1019Sirrha, heere will be the Prince, and Master [l. 1020] Points, anon: and they will put on two of our Jerkins, [l. 1021] and Aprons, and Sir Iohn must not know of it: Bardolph [l. 1022] hath brought word.
1. Draw.
1023Then here will be old Vtis: it will be an ex [l. 1024] cellent stratagem.
2. Draw.
1025Ile see if I can finde out Sneake.
Host.
1026Sweet‑heart, me thinkes now you are in an ex [l. 1027] cellent good temperalitie: your Pulsidge beates as ex [l. 1028] traordinarily, as heart would desire; and your Colour [l. 1029] (I warrant you) is as red as any Rose: But you haue [l. 1030] drunke too much Canaries, and that's a maruellous sear [l. 1031] ching Wine; and it perfumes the blood, ere wee can say [l. 1032] what's this. How doe you now?
Dol.
1033Better then I was: Hem.
Host.
1034Why that was well said: A good heart's worth [l. 1035] Gold. Looke, here comes Sir Iohn.
Falst.
1036When Arthur first in Court‑‑(emptie the Iordan) [l. 1037] and was a worthy King: How now Mistris Dol?
Host.
1038Sick of a Calme: yea, good‑sooth.
Falst.
1039So is all her Sect: if they be once in a Calme, [l. 1040] they are sick.
Dol.
1041You muddie Rascall, is that all the comfort you [l. 1042] giue me?
Falst.
1043You make fat Rascalls, Mistris Dol.
Dol.
1044I make them? Gluttonie and Diseases make [l. 1045] them, I make them not.
Falst.
1046If the Cooke make the Gluttonie, you helpe to [l. 1047] make the Diseases (Dol) we catch of you (Dol) we catch [l. 1048] of you: Grant that, my poore Vertue, grant that.
Dol.
1049I marry, our Chaynes, and our Iewels.
Falst.
1050Your Brooches, Pearles, and Owches: For to [l. 1051] serue brauely, is to come halting off: you know, to come [l. 1052] off the Breach, with his Pike bent brauely, and to Surge [l. 1053] rie brauely; to venture vpon the charg'd‑Chambers [l. 1054] brauely.
Host.
1055Why this is the olde fashion: you two neuer [l. 1056] meete, but you fall to some discord: you are both (in [l. 1057] good troth) as Rheumatike as two drie Tostes, you can [l. 1058] not one beare with anothers Confirmities. What the [l. 1059] good‑yere? One must beare, and that must bee you: [l. 1060] you are the weaker Vessell; as they say, the emptier [l. 1061] Vessell.
Dol.
1062Can a weake emptie Vessell beare such a huge [l. 1063] full Hogs‑head? There's a whole Marchants Venture [l. 1064] of Burdeux‑stuffe in him: you haue not seene a Hulke [l. 1065] better stufft in the Hold. Come, Ile be friends with thee [l. 1066] Iacke: Thou art going to the Warres, and whether I [l. 1067] shall euer see thee againe, or no, there is no body [l. 1068] cares.
Drawer.
1069Sir, Ancient Pistoll is below, and would [l. 1070] speake with you.
Dol.
1071Hang him, swaggering Rascall, let him not [l. 1072] come hither: it is the foulemouth'dst Rogue in Eng [l. 1073] land.
Host.
1074If hee swagger, let him not come here: I must [l. 1075] liue amongst my Neighbors, Ile no Swaggerers: I am [l. 1076] in good name, and fame, with the very best: shut the [l. 1077] doore, there comes no Swaggerers heere: I haue not [l. 1078] liu'd all this while, to haue swaggering now: shut the [l. 1079] doore, I pray you.
Falst.
1080Do'st thou heare, Hostesse?
Host.
1081'Pray you pacifie your selfe (Sir Iohn) there comes [l. 1082] no Swaggerers heere.
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Falst.
1083Do'st thou heare? it is mine Ancient.
Host.
1084Tilly‑fally (Sir Iohn) neuer tell me, your ancient [l. 1085] Swaggerer comes not in my doores. I was before Master [l. 1086] Tisick the Deputie, the other day: and as hee said to me, [l. 1087] it was no longer agoe then Wednesday last: Neighbour [l. 1088] Quickly (sayes hee;) Master Dombe, our Minister, was by [l. 1089] then: Neighbour Quickly (sayes hee) receiue those that [l. 1090] are Ciuill; for (sayth hee) you are in an ill Name: now [l. 1091] hee said so, I can tell whereupon: for (sayes hee) you are [l. 1092] an honest Woman, and well thought on; therefore take [l. 1093] heede what Guests you receiue: Receiue (sayes hee) no [l. 1094] swaggering Companions. There comes none heere. You [l. 1095] would blesse you to heare what hee said. No, Ile no [l. 1096] Swaggerers.
Falst.
1097Hee's no Swaggerer (Hostesse:) a tame Cheater, [l. 1098] hee: you may stroake him as gently, as a Puppie Grey [l. 1099] hound: hee will not swagger with a Barbarie Henne, if [l. 1100] her feathers turne backe in any shew of resistance. Call [l. 1101] him vp (Drawer.)
Host.
1102Cheater, call you him? I will barre no honest [l. 1103] man my house, nor no Cheater: but I doe not loue swag [l. 1104] gering; I am the worse when one sayes, swagger: Feele [l. 1105] Masters, how I shake; looke you, I warrant you.
Dol.
1106So you doe, Hostesse.
Host.
1107Doe I? yea, in very truth doe I, if it were an As [l. 1108] pen Leafe: I cannot abide Swaggerers.
Pist.
1109'Saue you, Sir Iohn.
Falst.
1110Welcome Ancient Pistol. Here (Pistol) I charge [l. 1111] you with a Cup of Sacke: doe you discharge vpon mine [l. 1112] Hostesse.
Pist.
1113I will discharge vpon her (Sir Iohn) with two [l. 1114] Bullets.
Falst.
1115She is Pistoll‑proofe (Sir) you shall hardly of [l. 1116] fend her.
Host.
1117Come, Ile drinke no Proofes, nor no Bullets: I [l. 1118] will drinke no more then will doe me good, for no mans [l. 1119] pleasure, I.
Pist.
1120Then to you (Mistris Dorothie) I will charge [l. 1121] you.
Dol.
1122Charge me? I scorne you (scuruie Companion) [l. 1123] what? you poore, base, rascally, cheating, lacke‑Linnen [l. 1124] Mate: away you mouldie Rogue, away; I am meat for [l. 1125] your Master.
Pist.
1126I know you, Mistris Dorothie.
Dol.
1127Away you Cut‑purse Rascall, you filthy Bung, [l. 1128] away: By this Wine, Ile thrust my Knife in your mouldie [l. 1129] Chappes, if you play the sawcie Cuttle with me. Away [l. 1130] you Bottle‑Ale Rascall, you Basket‑hilt stale Iugler, you. [l. 1131] Since when, I pray you, Sir? what, with two Points on [l. 1132] your shoulder? much.
Pist.
1133I will murther your Ruffe, for this.
Host.
1134No, good Captaine Pistol: not heere, sweete [l. 1135] Captaine.
Dol.
1136Captaine? thou abhominable damn'd Cheater, art [l. 1137] thou not asham'd to be call'd Captaine? If Captaines [l. 1138] were of my minde, they would trunchion you out, for ta [l. 1139] king their Names vpon you, before you haue earn'd them. [l. 1140] You a Captaine? you slaue, for what? for tearing a poore [l. 1141] Whores Ruffe in a Bawdy‑house? Hee a Captaine? hang [l. 1142] him Rogue, hee liues vpon mouldie stew'd‑Pruines, and [l. 1143] dry'de Cakes. A Captaine? These Villaines will make [l. 1144] the word Captaine odious: Therefore Captaines had [l. 1145] neede looke to it.
Bard.
1146Pray thee goe downe, good Ancient.
Falst.
1147Hearke thee hither, Mistris Dol.
Pist.
1148Not I: I tell thee what, Corporall Bardolph, I [l. 1149] could teare her: Ile be reueng'd on her.
Page.
1150'Pray thee goe downe.
Pist.
1151Ile see her damn'd first: to Pluto's damn'd Lake, [l. 1152] to the Infernall Deepe, where Erebus and Tortures vilde [l. 1153] also. Hold Hooke and Line, say I: Downe: downe [l. 1154] Dogges, downe Fates: haue wee not Hiren here?
Host.
1155Good Captaine Peesel be quiet, it is very late: [l. 1156] I beseeke you now, aggrauate your Choler.
Pist.
1157These be good Humors indeede. Shall Pack‑ [l. 1158] Horses, and hollow‑pamper'd Iades of Asia, which can [l. 1159] not goe but thirtie miles a day, compare with Cæsar, and [l. 1160] with Caniballs, and Troian Greekes? nay, rather damne [l. 1161] them with King Cerberus, and let the Welkin roare: shall [l. 1162] wee fall foule for Toyes?
Host.
1163By my troth Captaine, these are very bitter [l. 1164] words.
Bard.
1165Be gone, good Ancient: this will grow to a [l. 1166] Brawle anon.
Pist.
1167Die men, like Dogges; giue Crownes like Pinnes: [l. 1168] Haue we not Hiren here?
Host.
1169On my word (Captaine) there's none such here. [l. 1170] What the good‑yere, doe you thinke I would denye her? [l. 1171] I pray be quiet.
Pist.
1172Then feed, and be fat (my faire Calipolis.) Come, [l. 1173] giue me some Sack, Si fortune me tormente, sperato me con [l. 1174] tente. Feare wee broad‑sides? No, let the Fiend giue fire: [l. 1175] Giue me some Sack: and Sweet‑heart lye thou there: [l. 1176] Come wee to full Points here, and are et cetera's no [l. 1177] thing?
Fal.
1178Pistol, I would be quiet.
Pist.
1179Sweet Knight, I kisse thy Neaffe: what? wee haue [l. 1180] seene the seuen Starres.
Dol.
1181Thrust him downe stayres, I cannot endure such [l. 1182] a Fustian Rascall.
Pist.
1183Thrust him downe stayres? know we not Gallo [l. 1184] way Nagges?
Fal.
1185Quoit him downe (Bardolph) like a shoue‑groat [l. 1186] shilling: nay, if hee doe nothing but speake nothing, hee [l. 1187] shall be nothing here.
Bard.
1188Come, get you downe stayres.
Pist.
1189What? shall wee haue Incision? shall wee em [l. 1190] brew? then Death rocke me asleepe, abridge my dolefull [l. 1191] dayes: why then let grieuous, gastly, gaping Wounds, [l. 1192] vntwin'd the Sisters three: Come Atropos, I say.
Host.
1193Here's good stuffe toward.
Fal.
1194Giue me my Rapier, Boy.
Dol.
1195I prethee Iack, I prethee doe not draw.
Fal.
1196Get you downe stayres.
Host.
1197Here's a goodly tumult: Ile forsweare keeping [l. 1198] house, before Ile be in these tirrits, and frights. So: Mur [l. 1199] ther I warrant now. Alas, alas, put vp your naked Wea [l. 1200] pons, put vp your naked Weapons.
Dol.
1201I prethee Iack be quiet, the Rascall is gone: ah, [l. 1202] you whorson little valiant Villaine, you.
Host.
1203Are you not hurt i'th'Groyne? me thought hee [l. 1204] made a shrewd Thrust at your Belly.
Fal.
1205Haue you turn'd him out of doores?
Bard.
1206Yes Sir: the Rascall's drunke: you haue hurt [l. 1207] him (Sir) in the shoulder.
Fal.
1208A Rascall to braue me.
Dol.
1209Ah, you sweet little Rogue, you: alas, poore Ape, [l. 1210] how thou swear'st? Come, let me wipe thy Face: Come [l. 1211] on, you whorson Chops: Ah Rogue, I loue thee: Thou art [p. 84] The second part of King Henry the Fourth. [l. 1212] art as valorous as Hector of Troy, worth fiue of Agamem [l. 1213] non, and tenne times better then the nine Worthies: ah [l. 1214] Villaine.
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Fal.
1215A rascally Slaue, I will tosse the Rogue in a Blan [l. 1216] ket.
Dol.
1217Doe, if thou dar'st for thy heart: if thou doo'st, [l. 1218] Ile canuas thee betweene a paire of Sheetes.
Page.
1219The Musique is come, Sir.
Fal.
1220Let them play: play Sirs. Sit on my Knee, Dol. [l. 1221] A Rascall, bragging Slaue: the Rogue fled from me like [l. 1222] Quick‑siluer.
Dol.
1223And thou followd'st him like a Church: thou [l. 1224] whorson little tydie Bartholmew Bore‑pigge, when wilt [l. 1225] thou leaue fighting on dayes, and foyning on nights, and [l. 1226] begin to patch vp thine old Body for Heauen?
Fal.
1227Peace (good Dol) doe not speake like a Deaths‑ [l. 1228] head: doe not bid me remember mine end.
Dol.
1229Sirrha, what humor is the Prince of?
Fal.
1230A good shallow young fellow: hee would haue [l. 1231] made a good Pantler, hee would haue chipp'd Bread [l. 1232] well.
Dol.
1233They say Poines hath a good Wit.
Fal.
1234Hee a good Wit? hang him Baboone, his Wit [l. 1235] is as thicke as Tewksburie Mustard: there is no more con [l. 1236] ceit in him, then is in a Mallet.
Dol.
1237Why doth the Prince loue him so then?
Fal.
1238Because their Legges are both of a bignesse: and [l. 1239] hee playes at Quoits well, and eates Conger and Fennell, [l. 1240] and drinkes off Candles ends for Flap‑dragons, and rides [l. 1241] the wilde‑Mare with the Boyes, and jumpes vpon Ioyn'd [l. 1242] stooles, and sweares with a good grace, and weares his [l. 1243] Boot very smooth, like vnto the Signe of the Legge; and [l. 1244] breedes no bate with telling of discreete stories: and such [l. 1245] other Gamboll faculties hee hath, that shew a weake [l. 1246] Minde, and an able Body, for the which the Prince admits [l. 1247] him; for the Prince himselfe is such another: the [l. 1248] weight of an hayre wiil turne the Scales betweene their [l. 1249] Haber‑de‑pois.
Prince.
1250Would not this Naue of a Wheele haue his [l. 1251] Eares cut off?
Poin.
1252Let vs beat him before his Whore.
Prince.
1253Looke, if the wither'd Elder hath not his Poll [l. 1254] claw'd like a Parrot.
Poin.
1255Is it not strange, that Desire should so many [l. 1256] yeeres out‑liue performance?
Fal.
1257Kisse me Dol.
Prince.
1258Saturne and Venus this yeere in Coniunction? [l. 1259] What sayes the Almanack to that?
Poin.
1260And looke whether the fierie Trigon, his Man, [l. 1261] be not lisping to his Masters old Tables, his Note‑Booke, [l. 1262] his Councell‑keeper?
Fal.
1263Thou do'st giue me flatt'ring Busses.
Dol.
1264Nay truely, I kisse thee with a most constant heart.
Fal.
1265I am olde, I am olde.
Dol.
1266I loue thee better, then I loue ere a scuruie young [l. 1267] Boy of them all.
Fal.
1268What stuffe with thou haue a Kirtle of? I shall [l. 1269] receiue Money on Thursday: thou shalt haue a Cappe [l. 1270] to morrow. A merrie Song, come: it growes late, [l. 1271] wee will to Bed. Thou wilt forget me, when I am [l. 1272] gone.
Dol.
1273Thou wilt set me a weeping, if thou say'st so: [l. 1274] proue that euer I dresse my selfe handsome, till thy re [l. 1275] turne: well, hearken the end.
Fal.
1276Some Sack, Francis.
Prin. Poin.
1277Anon, anon, Sir.
Fal.
1278Ha? a Bastard Sonne of the Kings? And art not [l. 1279] thou Poines, his Brother?
Prince.
1280Why thou Globe of sinfull Continents, what [l. 1281] a Life do'st thou lead?
Fal.
1282A better then thou: I am a Gentleman, thou art [l. 1283] a Drawer.
Prince.
1284Very true, Sir: and I come to draw you out [l. 1285] by the Eares.
Host.
1286Oh, the Lord preserue thy good Grace: Wel [l. 1287] come to London. Now Heauen blesse that sweete Face [l. 1288] of thine: what, are you come from Wales?
Fal.
1289Thou whorson mad Compound of Maiestie: by [l. 1290] this light flesh, and corrupt Blood, thou art welcome.
Dol.
1291How? you fat Foole, I scorne you.
Poin.
1292My Lord, hee will driue you out ef your re [l. 1293] uenge, and turne all to a merryment, if you take not the [l. 1294] heat.
Prince.
1295You whorson Candle‑myne you, how vildly [l. 1296] did you speake of me euen now, before this honest, ver [l. 1297] tuous, ciuill Gentlewoman?
Host.
1298Blessing on your good heart, and so shee is by [l. 1299] my troth.
Fal.
1300Didst thou heare me?
Prince.
1301Yes: and you knew me, as you did when you [l. 1302] ranne away by Gads‑hill: you knew I was at your back, [l. 1303] and spoke it on purpose, to trie my patience.
Fal.
1304No, no, no: not so: I did not thinke, thou wast [l. 1305] within hearing.
Prince.
1306I shall driue you then to confesse the wilfull [l. 1307] abuse, and then I know how to handle you.
Fal.
1308No abuse (Hall) on mine Honor, no abuse.
Prince.
1309Not to disprayse me? and call me P[.]ntler, and [l. 1310] Bread‑chopper, and I know not what?
Fal.
1311No abuse (Hal.)
Poin.
1312No abuse?
Fal.
1313No abuse (Ned) in the World: honest Ned none. [l. 1314] I disprays'd him before the Wicked, that the Wicked [l. 1315] might not fall in loue with him: In which doing, I haue [l. 1316] done the part of a carefull Friend, and a true Subiect, [l. 1317] and thy Father is to giue me thankes for it. No abuse ((Hal:) [l. 1318] none (Ned) none; no Boyes, none.
Prince.
1319See now whether pure Feare, and entire Cow [l. 1320] ardise, doth not make thee wrong this vertuous Gentle [l. 1321] woman, to close with vs? Is shee of the Wicked? Is thine [l. 1322] Hostesse heere, of the Wicked? Or is the Boy of the [l. 1323] Wicked? Or honest Bardolph (whose Zeale burnes in his [l. 1324] Nose) of the Wicked?
Poin.
1325Answere thou dead Elme, answere,
Fal.
1326The Fiend hath prickt downe Bardolph irrecoue [l. 1327] rable, and his Face is Lucifers Priuy‑Kitchin, where hee [l. 1328] doth nothing but rost Mault‑Wormes: for the Boy, [l. 1329] there is a good Angell about him, but the Deuill out [l. 1330] bids him too.
Prince.
1331For the Women?
Fal.
1332For one of them, shee is in Hell alreadie, and [l. 1333] burnes poore Soules: for the other, I owe her Mo [l. 1334] ney; and whether shee bee damn'd for that, I know [l. 1335] not.
Host.
1336No, I warrant you,
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Fal.
1337No, I thinke thou art not: I thinke thou art quit [l. 1338] for that. Marry, there is another Indictment vpon thee, [l. 1339] for suffering flesh to bee eaten in thy house, contrary to [l. 1340] the Law, for the which I thinke thou wilt howle.
Host.
1341All Victuallers doe so: What is a Ioynt of [l. 1342] Mutton, or two, in a whole Lent?
Prince.
1343You, Gentlewoman.
Dol.
1344What sayes your Grace?
Falst.
1345His Grace sayes that, which his flesh rebells [l. 1346] against.
Host.
1347Who knocks so lowd at doore? Looke to the [l. 1348] doore there, Francis?
Prince.
1349Peto, how now? what newes?
Peto.
Prince.
Falst.
1363Now comes in the sweetest Morsell of the [l. 1364] night, and wee must hence, and leaue it vnpickt. More [l. 1365] knocking at the doore? How now? what's the mat [l. 1366] ter?
Bard.
Falst.
1369Pay the Musitians, Sirrha: farewell Hostesse, [l. 1370] farewell Dol. You see (my good Wenches) how men of [l. 1371] Merit are sought after: the vndeseruer may sleepe, when [l. 1372] the man of Action is call'd on. Farewell good Wenches: [l. 1373] if I be not sent away poste, I will see you againe, ere I [l. 1374] goe.
Dol.
1375I cannot speake: if my heart bee not readie [l. 1376] to burst‑‑‑ Well (sweete Iacke) haue a care of thy [l. 1377] selfe.
Falst.
1378Farewell, farewell.
Host.
1379Well, fare thee well: I haue knowne thee [l. 1380] these twentie nine yeeres, come Pescod‑time: but an [l. 1381] honester, and truer‑hearted man‑‑‑‑ Well, fare thee [l. 1382] well.
Bard.
1383Mistris Teare‑sheet.
Host.
1384What's the matter?
Bard.
1385Bid Mistris Teare‑sheet come to my Master.
Host.
1386Oh runne Dol, runne: runne, good Dol.
Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
[Act 3, Scene 1]
King.
War.
King.
War.
King.
War.
King.
War.
King.
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War.
King.
War.
King.
Scena Secunda.
[Act 3, Scene 2]
Wart, Feeble, Bull‑calfe.
Shal.
1494Come‑on, come‑on, come‑on: giue mee your [l. 1495] Hand, Sir; giue mee your Hand, Sir: an early stirrer, by [l. 1496] the Rood. And how doth my good Cousin Silence?
Sil.
1497Good‑morrow, good Cousin Shallow.
Shal.
1498And how doth my Cousin, your Bed‑fellow? [l. 1499] and your fairest Daughter, and mine, my God‑Daughter [l. 1500] Ellen?
Sil.
1501Alas, a blacke Ouzell (Cousin Shallow.)
Shal.
1502By yea and nay, Sir, I dare say my Cousin William [l. 1503] is become a good Scholler? hee is at Oxford still, is hee [l. 1504] not?
Sil.
1505Indeede Sir, to my cost.
Shal.
1506Hee must then to the Innes of Court shortly: I [l. 1507] was once of Clements Inne; where (I thinke) they will [l. 1508] talke of mad Shallow yet.
Sil.
1509You were called lustie Shallow then (Cousin.)
Shal.
1510I was call'd any thing: and I would haue done [l. 1511] any thing indeede too, and roundly too. There was I, and [l. 1512] little Iohn Doit of Staffordshire, and blacke George Bare, [l. 1513] and Francis Pick‑bone, and Will Squele a Cot‑sal‑man, you [l. 1514] had not foure such Swindge‑bucklers in all the Innes of [l. 1515] Court againe: And I may say to you, wee knew where [l. 1516] the Bona‑Roba's were, and had the best of them all at [l. 1517] commandement. Then was Iacke Falstaffe (now Sir Iohn) [l. 1518] a Boy, and Page to Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Nor [l. 1519] folke.
Sil.
1520This Sir Iohn (Cousin) that comes hither anon a [l. 1521] bout Souldiers?
Shal.
1522The same Sir Iohn, the very same: I saw him [l. 1523] breake Scoggan's Head at the Court‑Gate, when hee was [l. 1524] a Crack, not thus high: and the very same day did I fight [l. 1525] with one Sampson Stock‑fish, a Fruiterer, behinde Greyes [l. 1526] Inne. Oh the mad dayes that I haue spent! and to see [l. 1527] how many of mine olde Acquaintance arc dead?
Sil.
1528Wee shall all follow (Cousin.)
Shal.
1529Certaine: 'tis certaine: very sure, very sure: [l. 1530] Death is certaine to all, all shall dye. How a good Yoke [l. 1531] of Bullocks at Stamford Fayre?
Sil.
1532Truly Cousin, I was not there.
Shal.
1533Death is certaine. Is old Double of your Towne [l. 1534] liuing yet?
Sil.
1535Dead, Sir.
Shal.
1536Dead? See, see: hee drew a good Bow: and [l. 1537] dead? hee shot a fine shoote. Iohn of Gaunt loued [l. 1538] him well, and betted much Money on his head. Dead? [l. 1539] hee would haue clapt in the Clowt at Twelve‑score, and [l. 1540] carryed you a fore‑hand Shaft at foureteene, and foure [l. 1541] teene and a halfe, that it would haue done a mans heart [l. 1542] good to see. How a score of Ewes now?
Sil.
1543Thereafter as they be: a score of good Ewes [l. 1544] may be worth tenne pounds.
Shal.
1545And is olde Double dead?
Sil.
1546Heere come two of Iohn Falstaffes Men (as I [l. 1547] thinke.)
Shal.
1548Good‑morrow, honest Gentlemen.
Bard.
1549I beseech you, which is Iustice Shallow?
Shal.
1550I am Robert Shallow (sir) a poore Esquire of this [l. 1551] Countie, and one of the Kings Iustices of the Peace: [l. 1552] What is your good pleasure with me?
Bard.
1553My Captaine (Sir) commends him to you: [l. 1554] my Captaine, Sir Iohn Falstaffe: a tall Gentleman, and a [l. 1555] most gallant Leader.
Shal.
1556Hee greetes me well: (Sir) I knew him a [l. 1557] good Back‑Sword‑man. How doth the good Knight? [l. 1558] may I aske, how my Lady his Wife doth?
Bard.
1559Sir, pardon: a Souldier is better accommoda [l. 1560] ted, then with a Wife.
Shal.
1561It is well said, Sir; and it is well said, indeede, [l. 1562] too: Better accommodated? it is good, yea indeede is [l. 1563] it: good phrases are surely, and every where very com [l. 1564] mendable. Accommodated, it comes of Accommodo: [l. 1565] very good, a good Phrase.
Bard.
1566Pardon, Sir, I haue heard the word. Phrase [l. 1567] call you it? by this Day, I know not the Phrase: but [l. 1568] I will maintaine the Word with my Sword, to bee a [l. 1569] Souldier‑like Word, and a Word of exceeding good [l. 1570] Command. Accommodated; that is, when a man is [l. 1571] (as they say) accommodated: or, when a man is, being whereby [p. 87] The second Part of King Henry the Fourth. [l. 1572] whereby he thought to be accommodated, which is an [l. 1573] excellent thing.
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Shal.
1574It is very iust: Looke, heere comes good Sir [l. 1575] Iohn. Giue me your hand, giue me your Worships good [l. 1576] hand: Trust me, you looke well: and bear your yeares [l. 1577] very well. Welcome, good Sir Iohn.
Fal.
1578I am glad to see you well, good M. Robert Shal [l. 1579] low: Master Sure‑card as I thinke?
Shal.
1580No sirIohn, it is my Cosin Silence: in Commissi [l. 1581] on with mee.
Fal.
1582Good M. Silence, it well befits you should be of [l. 1583] the peace.
Sil.
1584Your good Worship is welcome.
Fal
1585Fye, this is hot weather (Gentlemen) haue you [l. 1586] prouided me here halfe a dozen of sufficient men?
Shal.
1587Marry haue we sir: Will you sit?
Fal.
1588Let me see them, I beseech you.
Shal.
1589Where's the Roll; Where's the Roll? Where's [l. 1590] the Roll? Let me see, let me see, let me see: so, so, so, so: [l. 1591] yea marry Sir. Raphe Mouldie: let them appeare as I call: [l. 1592] let them do so, let them do so: Let mee see, Where is [l. 1593] Mouldie?
Moul.
1594Heere, if it please you.
Shal.
1595What thinke you (Sir Iohn) a good limb'd fel [l. 1596] low: yong. strong, and of good friends.
Fal.
1597Is thy name Mouldie?
Moul.
1598Yea, if it please you.
Fal.
1599'Tis the more time thou wert vs'd.
Shal.
1600Ha, ha, ha, most excellent. Things that are moul [l. 1601] die, lacke use: very singular good. Well saide Sir Iohn, [l. 1602] very well said.
Fal.
1603Pricke him.
Moul.
1604I was prickt well enough before, if you could [l. 1605] haue let me alone: my old Dame will be vndone now, for [l. 1606] one to doe her Husbandry, and her Drudgery; you need [l. 1607] not to haue prickt me, there are other men fitter to goe [l. 1608] out, then I.
Fal.
1609Go too: peace Mouldie, you shall goe. Mouldie, [l. 1610] it is time you were spent.
Moul.
1611Spent?
Shallow.
1612Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside: Know you [l. 1613] where you are? For the other sir Iohn: Let me see: Simon [l. 1614] Shadow.
Fal.
1615I marry, let me haue him to fit vnder: he's like to [l. 1616] be a cold souldier.
Shal.
1617Where's Shadow?
Shad.
1618Heere sir.
Fal.
1619Shadow, whose sonne art thou?
Shad.
1620My Mothers sonne, Sir.
Falst.
1621Thy Mothers sonne: like enough, and thy Fa [l. 1622] thers shadow: so the sonne of the Female, is the shadow [l. 1623] of the Male: it is often so indeede, but not of the Fathers [l. 1624] substance.
Shal.
1625Do you like him, sir Iohn?
Falst.
1626Shadow will serue for Summer: pricke him: For [l. 1627] wee haue a number of shadowes to fill vppe the Muster [l. 1628] Booke.
Shal.
1629Thomas Wart?
Falst.
1630Where's he?
Wart.
1631Heere sir.
Falst.
1632Is thy name Wart?
Wart.
1633Yea sir.
Fal.
1634Thou art a very ragged Wart.
Shal.
1635Shall I pricke him downe, [l. 1636] Sir Iohn?
Falst.
1637It were superfluous: for his apparrel is built vp [l. 1638] on his backe, and the whole frame stands vpon pins: prick [l. 1639] him no more.
Shal.
1640Ha, ha, ha, you can do it sir: you can doe it; I [l. 1641] commend you well.
1642 Francis Feeble.
Feeble.
1643Heare sir.
Shal.
1644What Trade art thou Feeble?
Feeble.
1645A Womans Taylor sir.
Shal.
1646Shall I pricke him, sir?
Fal.
1647You may: [l. 1648] But if he had beene a mans Taylor, he would haue prick'd [l. 1649] you. Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemies Bat [l. 1650] taile, as thou hast done in a Womans petticote?
Feeble.
1651I will doe my good will sir, you can have no [l. 1652] more.
Falst.
1653Well said, good Womans Tailour: Well sayde [l. 1654] Couragious Feeble: thou wilt bee as valiant as the wrath [l. 1655] full Doue, or most magnanimous Mouse.. Pricke the wo [l. 1656] mans Taylour well Master Shallow, deep Maister Shal [l. 1657] low.
Feeble.
1658I would Wart might haue gone sir.
Fal.
1659I would thou wert a mans Tailor, that yu might'st [l. 1660] mend him, and make him fit to goe. I cannot put him to [l. 1661] a priuate souldier, that is the Leader of so many thou [l. 1662] sands. Let that suffice, most Forcible Feeble.
Feeble,
1663It shall suffice.
Falst.
1664I am bound to thee, reuerend Feeble. Who is [l. 1665] the next?
Shal.
1666Peter Bulcalfe of the Greene.
Falst.
1667Yea marry, let vs see Bulcalfe.
Bul.
1668Heere sir.
Fal.
1669Trust me, a likely Fellow. Come, pricke me Bul [l. 1670] calfe till he roare againe.
Bul.
1671Oh, good my Lord Captaine.
Fal.
1672What? do'st thou roare before th'art prickt.
Bul.
1673Oh sir, I am a diseased man.
Fal.
1674What disease hast thou?
Bul.
1675A whorson cold sir, a cough sir, which I caught [l. 1676] with Ringing in the Kings affayres, vpon his Coronation [l. 1677] day, sir.
Fal.
1678Come, thou shalt go to the Warres in a Gowne: [l. 1679] we will haue away thy Cold, and I will take such order, [l. 1680] that thy friends shall ring for thee. Is heere all?
Shal.
1681There is two more called then your number: [l. 1682] you must haue but foure heere sir, and so I pray you go in [l. 1683] with me to dinner.
Fal.
1684Come, I will goe drinke with you, but I cannot [l. 1685] tarry dinner. I am glad to see you in good troth, Master [l. 1686] Shallow.
Shal.
1687O sir Iohn, doe you remember since wee lay all [l. 1688] night in the Winde‑mill, in Saint Georges Field.
Falstaffe.
1689No more of that good Master Shallow: No [l. 1690] more of that.
Shal.
1691Ha? it was a merry night. And is Iane Night [l. 1692] worke aliue?
Fal.
1693She lives, M. Shallow.
Shal.
1694She neuer could away with me.
Fal.
1695Neuer, neuer: she would alwayes say shee could [l. 1696] not abide M. Shallow.
Shal.
1697I could anger her to the heart: Shee was then a [l. 1698] Bona‑Roba. Doth she hold her owne well.
Fal.
1699Old old, M. Shallow.
Shal.
1700Nay, she must be old, she cannot choose but be gg old: [p. 88] The second Part of King Henry the Fourth. [l. 1701] old: certaine shee's old: and had Robin Night‑worke, by [l. 1702] old Night‑worke, before I came to Clements Inne.
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Sil.
1703That's fiftie fiue yeeres agoe.
Shal.
1704Hah, Cousin Silence, that thou hadst seene that, [l. 1705] that this Knight and I haue seene: hah, Sir Iohn, said I [l. 1706] well?
Falst.
1707Wee haue heard the Chymes at mid‑night, Ma [l. 1708] ster Shallow.
Shal.
1709That wee haue, that wee haue; in faith, Sir Iohn, [l. 1710] wee haue: our watch‑word was, Hem‑Boyes. Come, [l. 1711] let's to Dinner; come, let's to Dinner: Oh the dayes that [l. 1712] wee haue seene. Come, come.
Bul.
1713Good Master Corporate Bardolph, stand my [l. 1714] friend, and heere is foure Harry tenne shillings in French [l. 1715] Crownes for you: in very truth, sir, I had as lief be hang'd [l. 1716] sir, as goe: and yet, for mine owne part, sir, I do not care; [l. 1717] but rather, because I am vnwilling, and for mine owne [l. 1718] part, haue a desire to stay with my friends: else, sir, I did [l. 1719] not care, for mine owne part, so much.
Bard.
1720Go‑too: stand aside.
Mould.
1721And good Master Corporall Captaine, for my [l. 1722] old Dames sake, stand my friend: shee hath no body to [l. 1723] doe any thing about her, when I am gone: and she is old, [l. 1724] and cannot helpe her selfe: you shall haue fortie, sir.
Bard.
1725Go‑too: stand aside.
Feeble.
1726I care not, a man can die but once: wee owe a [l. 1727] death. I will neuer beare a base minde: if it be my desti [l. 1728] nie, so: if it be not, so: no man is too good to serue his [l. 1729] Prince: and let it goe which way it will, he that dies this [l. 1730] yeere, is quit for the next.
Bard.
1731Well said, thou art a good fellow.
Feeble.
1732Nay, I will beare no base minde.
Falst.
1733Come sir, which men shall I haue?
Shal.
1734Foure of which you please.
Bard.
1735Sir, a word with you: I haue three pound, to [l. 1736] free Mouldie and Bull‑calfe.
Falst.
1737Go‑too: well.
Shal.
1738Come, sir Iohn, which foure will you haue?
Falst.
1739Doe you chuse for me.
Shal.
1740Marry then, Mouldie, Bull‑calfe, Feeble,and [l. 1741] Shadow.
Falst.
1742Mouldie, and Bull‑calfe: for you Mouldie, stay [l. 1743] at home. till you are past seruice: and for your part, Bull‑ [l. 1744] calfe, grow til you come vnto it: I will none of you.
Shal.
1745Sir Iohn, Sir Iohn, doe not your selfe wrong, they [l. 1746] are your likelyest men, and I would haue you seru'd with [l. 1747] the best.
Falst.
1748Will you tell me (Master Shallow)how to chuse [l. 1749] a man? Care I for the Limbe, the Thewes, the stature, [l. 1750] bulke, and bigge assemblance of a man? giue mee the [l. 1751] spirit (Master Shallow.) Where's Wart? you see what [l. 1752] a ragged appearance it is: hee shall charge you, and [l. 1753] discharge you, with the motion of a Pewterers Ham [l. 1754] mer: come off, and on, swifter then hee that gibbets on [l. 1755] the Brewers Bucket. And this same halfe‑fac'd fellow, [l. 1756] Shadow, giue me this man: hee presents no marke to the [l. 1757] Enemie, the foe‑man may with as great ayme leuell at [l. 1758] the edge of a Pen‑knife: and for a Retrait, how swiftly [l. 1759] will this Feeble, the Womans Taylor, runne off. O, giue [l. 1760] me the spare men, and spare me the great ones. Put me a [l. 1761] Calyuer into Warts hand, Bardolph.
Bard.
1762Hold Wart, Trauerse: thus, thus, thus.
Falst.
1763Come, manage me your Calyuer: so: very well, [l. 1764] go‑too, very good, exceeding good. O, giue me alwayes [l. 1765] a little, leane, old, chopt, bald Shot. Well said Wart, thou [l. 1766] art a good Scab: hold, there is a Tester for thee.
Shal.
1767Hee is not his Crafts‑master, hee doth not doe [l. 1768] it right. I remember at Mile‑end‑Greene, when I lay [l. 1769] at Clements Inne, I was then Sir Dagonet in Arthures [l. 1770] Show: there was a little quiuer fellow, and hee would [l. 1771] manage you his Peece thus: and hee would about, [l. 1772] and about, and come you in, and come you in: Rah, [l. 1773] tah, tah, would hee say, Bownce would hee say, and [l. 1774] away againe would hee goe, and againe would he come: [l. 1775] I shall neuer see such a fellow.
Falst.
1776These fellowes will doe well, Master Shallow. [l. 1777] Farewell Master Silence, I will not vse many wordes with [l. 1778] you: fare you well, Gentlemen both: I thanke you: [l. 1779] I must a dozen mile to night. Bardolph, giue the Souldiers [l. 1780] Coates.
Shal.
1781Sir Iohn, Heauen blesse you, and prosper your [l. 1782] Affaires, and send vs Peace. As you returne, visit [l. 1783] my house. Let our old acquaintance be renewed: per [l. 1784] aduenture I will with you to the Court.
Falst.
1785I would you would, Master Shallow.
Shal.
1786Go‑too: I haue spoke at a word. Fare you [l. 1787] well.
Falst.
1788Fare you well, gentle Gentlemen. On Bar [l. 1789] dolph, leade the men away. As I returne, I will fetch off [l. 1790] these Iustices: I doe see the bottome of Iustice Shal [l. 1791] low. How subiect wee old men are to this vice of Ly [l. 1792] ing? This same staru'd Iustice hath done nothing but [l. 1793] prate to me of the wildenesse of his Youth, and the [l. 1794] Feates hee hath done about Turnball‑street, and euery [l. 1795] third word a Lye, duer pay'd to the hearer, then the [l. 1796] Turkes Tribute. I doe remember him at Clements Inne, [l. 1797] like a man made after Supper, of a Cheese‑paring. When [l. 1798] hee was naked, hee was, for all the world, like a forked [l. 1799] Radish, with a Head fantastically caru'd vpon it with a [l. 1800] Knife. Hee was so forlorne, that his Dimensions (to [l. 1801] any thicke fight) were inuincible. Hee was the very [l. 1802] Genius of Famine: hee came euer in the rereward of [l. 1803] the Fashion: And now is this Vices Dagger become a [l. 1804] Squire, and talks as familiarly of Iohn of Gaunt, as if [l. 1805] hee had beene sworne Brother to him: and Ile be sworne [l. 1806] hee neuer saw him but once in the Tilt‑yard, and then he [l. 1807] burst his Head, for crowding among the Marshals men. [l. 1808] I saw it, and told Iohn of Gaunt, hee beat his owne [l. 1809] Name, for you might haue truss'd him and all his Ap [l. 1810] parrell into an Eele‑skinne: the Case of a Treble Hoe [l. 1811] boy was a Mansion for him: a Court: and now hath [l. 1812] hee Land, and Beeues. Well, I will be acquainted with [l. 1813] him, if I returne: and it shall goe hard, but I will make [l. 1814] him a Philosophers two Stones to me. If the young [l. 1815] Dace be a Bayt for the old Pike, I see no reason, in the [l. 1816] Law of Nature, but I may snap at him. Let time shape, [l. 1817] and there an end.
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
[Act 4, Scene 1]
Westmerland, Coleuile.
Bish.
Hast.
Grace.
Bish.
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Hast.
Bish.
Mow.
Hast.
Mess.
Mow.
Bish.
Mow.
West.
Bish.
West.
Bish.
West.
Bish.
West.
Mow.
West.
Mow.
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West.
Mow.
West.
Mow.
West.
Hast.
West.
Bish.
West.
Bish.
Mow.
Hast.
Mow.
Bish.
Hast.
Bish.
Mow.
West.
Mow.
forward.
Bish.
[Act 4, Scene 2]
Iohn.
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Bish.
Mow.
Hast.
Iohn.
West.
Iohn.
Bish.
Iohn.
Hast.
Bish.
West.
Bish.
West.
Mow.
Bish.
West.
Bish.
Mow.
Iohn.
they showt.
Mow.
Bish.
Iohn.
Bish.
Iohn.
West.
Iohn.
2158They know their duties.
Hast.
West.
Mow.
West.
Bish.
Iohn.
[Act 4, Scene 3]
Falst.
2182What's your Name, Sir? of what Condition are [l. 2183] you? and of what place, I pray?
Col.
2184I am a Knight, Sir: [l. 2185] And my Name is Colleuile of the Dale.
Falst.
2186Well then, Colleuile is your Name, a Knight is [l. 2187] your Degree, and your Place, the Dale. Colleuile shall [l. 2188] still be your Name, a Traytor your Degree, and the Dun [l. 2189] geon your Place, a place deepe enough: so shall you be [l. 2190] still Colleuile of the Dale.
Col.
2191Are not you Sir Iohn Falstaffe?
Falst.
2192A s good a man as he sir, who ere I am: doe yee [l. 2193] yeelde sir, or shiall I sweate for you? if I doe sweate, they [l. 2194] are the drops of thy Louers, and they weep for thy death, [l. 2195] therefore rowze vp Feare and Trembling, and do obser [l. 2196] uance to my mercy.
Col.
2197I thinke you are Sir Iohn Falstaffe, & in that thought [l. 2198] yeeld me.
Fal.
2199I haue a whole Schoole of tongues in this belly of [l. 2200] mine, and not a Tongue of them all, speakes anie other [l. 2201] word but my name: and I had but a belly of any indiffe [l. 2202] rencie, I were simply the most actiue fellow in Europe: [l. 2203] my wombe, my wombe, my wombe vndoes mee. Heere [l. 2204] comes our Generall.
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Iohn.
Falst.
2211I would bee sorry (my Lord) but it should bee [l. 2212] thus: I neuer knew yet, but rebuke and checke was the [l. 2213] reward of Valour. Doe you thinke me a Swallow, an Ar [l. 2214] row, or a Bullet? Haue I, in my poore and olde Motion, [l. 2215] the expedition of Thought? I haue speeded hither with [l. 2216] the very extremest ynch of possibilitie. I haue fowndred [l. 2217] nine score and odde Postes: and heere (trauell‑tainted [l. 2218] as I am) haue, in my pure and immaculate Valour, taken [l. 2219] Sir Iohn Colleuile of the Dale, a most furious Knight, and [l. 2220] valorous Enemie: But what of that? hee saw mee, and [l. 2221] yeelded: that I may iustly say with the hooke‑nos'd [l. 2222] fellow of Rome, I came, saw, and ouer‑came.
Iohn.
2223It was more of his Courtesie, then your deser [l. 2224] uing.
Falst.
2225I know not: heere hee is, and heere I yeeld [l. 2226] him: and I beseech your Grace, let it be book'd, with [l. 2227] the rest of this dayes deedes; or I sweare, I will haue it [l. 2228] in a particular Ballad, with mine owne Picture on the top [l. 2229] of it (Colleuile kissing my foot:) To the which course, if [l. 2230] I be enforc'd, if you do not all shew like gilt two‑pences [l. 2231] to me; and I, in the cleare Skie of Fame, o're‑shine you [l. 2232] as much as the Full Moone doth the Cynders of the Ele [l. 2233] ment (which shew like Pinnes‑heads to her) beleeue not [l. 2234] the Word of the Noble: therefore let mee haue right, [l. 2235] and let desert mount.
Iohn.
2236Thine's too heauie to mount.
Falst.
2237Let it shine then.
Iohn.
2238Thine's too thick to shine.
Falst.
2239Let it doe some thing (my good Lord) that may [l. 2240] doe me good, and call it what you will.
Iohn.
2241Is thy Name Colleuile?
Col.
2242It is (my Lord.)
Iohn.
2243A famous Rebell art thou, Colleuile.
Falst.
2244And a famous true Subiect tooke him.
Col.
Falst.
2248I know not how they sold themselues, but thou [l. 2249] like a kinde fellow, gau'st thy selfe away; and I thanke [l. 2250] thee, for thee.
Iohn.
West.
Iohn.
Falst.
2261My Lord, I beseech you, giue me leaue to goe [l. 2262] through Gloucestershire: and when you come to Court, [l. 2263] stand my good Lord, 'pray, in your good report.
Iohn.
Falst.
2266I would you had but the wit: 'twere better [l. 2267] then your Dukedome. Good faith, this same young so [l. 2268] ber‑blooded Boy doth nor loue me, nor a man cannot [l. 2269] make him laugh: but that's no maruaile, hee drinkes no [l. 2270] Wine. There's neuer any of these demure Boyes come [l. 2271] to any proofe: for thinne Drinke doth so ouer‑coole [l. 2272] their blood, and making many Fish‑Meales, that they [l. 2273] fall into a kinde of Male Greene‑sicknesse: and then, [l. 2274] when they marry, they get Wenches. They are generally [l. 2275] Fooles, and Cowards; which some of vs should be too, [l. 2276] but for inflamation. A good Sherris‑Sack hath a two [l. 2277] fold operation in it: it ascends me into the Braine, dryes [l. 2278] me there all the foolish, and dull, and cruddie Vapours, [l. 2279] which enuiron it: makes it apprehensiue, quicke, forge [l. 2280] tiue, full of nimble, fierie, and delectable shapes; which [l. 2281] deliuer'd o're to the Voyce, the Tongue, which is the [l. 2282] Birth, becomes excellent Wit. The second propertie of [l. 2283] your excellent Sherris, is, the warming of the Blood: [l. 2284] which before (cold, and setled) left the Liuer white, and [l. 2285] pale; which is the Badge of Pusillanimitie, and Cowar [l. 2286] dize: but the Sherris warmes it, and makes it course [l. 2287] from the inwards, to the parts extremes: it illuminateth [l. 2288] the Face, which (as a Beacon) giues warning to all the [l. 2289] rest of this little Kingdome (Man) to Arme: and then [l. 2290] the Vitall Commoners, and in‑land pettie Spirits, muster [l. 2291] me all to their Captaine, the Heart; who great, and pufft [l. 2292] vp with his Retinue, doth any Deed of Courage: and this [l. 2293] Valour comes of Sherris. So, that skill in the Weapon [l. 2294] is nothing, without Sack (for that sets it a‑worke:) and [l. 2295] Learning, a meere Hoord of Gold, kept by a Deuill, till [l. 2296] Sack commences it, and sets it in act, and vse. Hereof [l. 2297] comes it, that Prince Harry is valiant: for the cold blood [l. 2298] hee did naturally inherite of his Father, hee hath, like [l. 2299] leane, stirrill, and bare Land, manured, husbanded, and [l. 2300] tyll'd, with excellent endeauour of drinking good, and [l. 2301] good store of fertile Sherris, that hee is become very hot, [l. 2302] and valiant. If I had a thousand Sonnes, the first Principle [l. 2303] I would teach them, should be to forsweare thinne Pota [l. 2304] tions, and to addict themselues to Sack.
2305How now Bardolph?
Bard.
2306The Armie is discharged all, and gone.
Falst.
2307Let them goe: Ile through Gloucestershire, [l. 2308] and there will I visit Master Robert Shallow, Esquire: I [l. 2309] haue him alreadie tempering betweene my finger and my [l. 2310] thombe, and shortly will I seale with him. Come away.
Scena Secunda.
[Act 4, Scene 4]
King.
War.
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King.
2323Humphrey (my Sonne of Gloucester) where is [l. 2324] the Prince, your Brother?
Glo.
sor.
King.
Glo.
King.
Him?
Glo.
Clar.
King.
Clar.
King.
mas?
Clar.
don.
King.
Clar.
lowers.
King.
War.
King.
West.
King.
Harc.
King.
Glo.
Cla.
West.
vp.
War.
Clar.
Glo.
Clar.
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War.
2446Speake lower (Princes) for the King reco uers.
Glo.
King.
[Act 4, Scene 5]
War.
King.
Clar.
War.
P. Hen.
Clar.
P. Hen.
2459How now? Raine within doores, and none [l. 2460] abroad? How doth the King?
Glo.
P. Hen.
Glo.
P. Hen.
War.
Clar.
War.
P. Hen.
King.
2501 Warwick, Gloucester, Clarence.
Clar.
2502Doth the King call?
War.
Grace?
King.
Cla.
King.
see him.
War.
Glo.
stayd.
King.
Pillow?
War.
heere.
King.
War.
King.
P. Hen.
King.
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Prince.
King.
Prince.
and Warwicke.
King.
Iohn.
King.
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Prin.
King.
War.
King.
Actus Quintus. Scœna Prima.
[Act 5, Scene 1]
Page, and Dauie.
Shal.
2704By Cocke and Pye, you shall not away to night. [l. 2705] What Dauy, I say.
Fal.
2706You must excuse me, M. Robert Shallow.
Shal.
2707I will not excuse you: you shall not be excused. [l. 2708] Excuses shall not be admitted: there is no excuse shall [l. 2709] serue: you shall not be excus'd.
2710Why Dauie.
Dauie.
2711Heere sir.
Shal.
2712Dauy, Dauy, Dauy, let me see (Dauy) let me see: [l. 2713] William Cooke, bid him come hither. Sir Iohn, you shal [l. 2714] not be excus'd.
Dauy.
2715Marry sir, thus: those Precepts cannot bee [l. 2716] seru'd: and againe sir, shall we sowe the head‑land with [l. 2717] Wheate?
Shal.
2718With red Wheate Dauy. But for Wlliam Cook: [l. 2719] are there no yong pigeons?
Dauy.
Shal.
2723Let it be cast, and payde: Sir Iohn, you shall [l. 2724] Not be excus'd.
Dauy.
2725Sir, a new linke to the Bucket must needes bee [l. 2726] had: And Sir, doe you meane to stoppe any of Williams [l. 2727] Wages, about the Sacke he lost the other day, at Hinckley [l. 2728] Fayre?
Shal.
2729He shall answer it:
2730Some Pigeons Dauy, a couple short‑legg'd Hennes: a [l. 2731] ioynt of Mutton, and any pretty little tine Kickshawes, [l. 2732] tell William Cooke.
Dauy.
2733Doth the man of Warre, stay all night sir?
Shal.
2734Yes Dauy:
2735I will vse him well. A Friend i'th Court, is better then a [l. 2736] rant penny in purse. Vse his men well Dauy, for they are ar [l. 2737] Knaues, and will backe‑bite.
Dauy.
2738No Worse then they are bitten. sir: For they [l. 2739] haue maruellous fowle linnen.
Shallow.
2740Well conceited Dauy: about thy Businesse, Dauy.
Dauy.
2741I beseech you sir,
2742To countenance William Visor of Woncot, against Cle [l. 2743] ment Perkes of the hill.
Shal.
2744There are many Complaints Dauy, against that [l. 2745] Visor, that Visor is an arrant Knaue, on my know [l. 2746] ledge.
Dauy.
2747I graunt your Worship, that he is a knaue Sir:) [l. 2748] But yet heauen forbid Sir, but a Knaue should haue some [l. 2749] Countenance, at his Friends request. An honest man sir, [l. 2750] is able to speake for himselfe, when a Knaue is not. I haue [l. 2751] seru'd your Worshippe truely sir, these eight yeares: and [l. 2752] if I cannot once or twice in a Quarter beare out a knaue, [l. 2753] against an honest man, I haue but a very litle credite with [l. 2754] your Worshippe. The Knaue is mine honest Friend Sir, [l. 2755] therefore I beseech your Worship, let him bee Counte [l. 2756] nanc'd.
Shal.
2757Go too,
2758I say he shall haue no wrong: Looke about Dauy. [l. 2759] Where are you Sir Iohn? Come, off with your Boots. [l. 2760] Giue me your hand M. Bardolfe.
Bard.
2761I am glad to see your Worship.
Shal.
2762I thanke thee, with all my heart, kinde Master [l. 2763] Bardolfe: and welcome my tall Fellow: [l. 2764] Come Sir Iohn.
Falstaffe.
2765Ile follow you, good Master Robert Shallow. [l. 2766] Bardolfe, looke to our Horsses. If I were saw'de into [l. 2767] Quantities, I should make foure dozen of such bearded [l. 2768] Hermites staues, as Master Shallow. It is a wonderfull [l. 2769] thing to see the semblable Coherence of his mens spirits, [l. 2770] and his: They, by obseruing of him, do beare themselues [l. 2771] like foolish Iustices: Hee, by conuersing with them, is [l. 2772] turn'd into a Iustice‑like Seruingman. Their spirits are [l. 2773] so married in Coniunction, with the participation of So [l. 2774] ciety, that they flocke together in consent, like so ma [l. 2775] ny Wilde‑Geese. If I had a suite to Mayster Shallow, I [l. 2776] would humour his men, with the imputation of beeing [l. 2777] neere their Mayster. If to his Men, I would currie with [l. 2778] Maister Shallow, that no man could better command his [l. 2779] Seruants. It is certaine, that either wise bearing, or ig [l. 2780] norant Carriage is caught, as men take diseases, one of [l. 2781] another: therefore, let men take heede of their Compa [l. 2782] nie. I will deuise matter enough out of this Shallow, to [l. 2783] keepe Prince Harry in continuall Laughter, the wearing [l. 2784] out of sixe Fashions (which is foure Tearmes)or two Ac [l. 2785] tions, and he shall laugh with Interuallums. O it is much [l. 2786] that a Lye (with a slight Oath) and a iest (with a sadde [l. 2787] brow) will doe, with a Fellow, that neuer had the Ache [l. 2788] in his shoulders. O you shall see him laugh, till his Face [l. 2789] be like a wet Cloake, ill laid vp.
Shal.
2790Sir Iohn.
Falst.
2791I come Master Shallow, I come Master Shallow.
Scena Secunda.
[Act 5, Scene 2]
Chiefe Iustice.
Warwicke.
ther away?
Ch. Iust.
Warw.
Ch. Iust.
Warw.
Ch. Iust.
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War.
Ch. Iust.
and Clarence.
War.
Ch. Iust.
Iohn.
Glou. Cla.
Iohn.
War.
Ioh.
Ch. Iust.
Glou.
Iohn.
Cla.
Ch. Iust.
War.
Ch. Iust.
Prince.
Iohn., &c.
Prin.
Ch. Iust.
Pr.
Ch. Iust.
Prin.
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Scena Tertia.
[Act 5, Scene 3]
Page, and Pistoll.
Shal
2938Nay, you shall see mine Orchard: where, in an [l. 2939] Arbor we will eate a last yeares Pippin of my owne graft [l. 2940] ting, with a dish of Carrawayes, and so forth(Come Co [l. 2941] sin Silence, and then to bed.
Fal.
2942You haue heere a goodly dwelling, and a rich.
Shal.
2943Barren, barren, barren: Beggers all, beggers all [l. 2944] Sir Iohn: Marry, good ayre. Spread Dauy, spread Dauie: [l. 2945] Well said Dauie.
Falst.
2946This Dauie serues you for good vses; he is your [l. 2947] Seruingman, and your Husband.
Shal.
2948A good Varlet, a good Varlet, a very good Var [l. 2949] let, Sir Iohn: I haue drunke too much Sacke at Supper. A [l. 2950] good Varlet. Now sit downe, now sit downe: Come [l. 2951] Cosin.
Sil.
2952Ah sirra (quoth‑a) we shall doe nothing but eate, [l. 2953] and make good cheere, and praise heauen for the merrie [l. 2954] yeere: when flesh is cheape, and Females deere, and lustie [l. 2955] Lads rome heere, and there: so merrily, and euer among [l. 2956] so merrily.
Fal.
2957There's a merry heart, good M. Silence, Ile giue [l. 2958] you a health for that anon.
Shal.
2959Good M. Bardolfe: some wine, Dauie.
Da.
2960Sweet sir, sit: He be with you anon: most sweete [l. 2961] sir, sit. Master Page, good M. Page, sit: Proface. What [l. 2962] you want in meate, wee'l haue in drinke: but you beare, [l. 2963] the heart's all.
Shal.
2964Be merry M. Bardolfe, and my little Souldiour [l. 2965] there, be merry.
Sil.
Fal.
2970I did not thinke M. Silence had bin a man of this [l. 2971] Mettle.
Sil.
2972Who I? I haue beene merry twice and once, ere [l. 2973] now.
Dauy.
2974There is a dish of Lether‑coats for you.
Shal.
2975 Dauie.
Dau.
2976Your Worship: Ile be with you straight. A cup [l. 2977] of Wine, sir?
Sil.
2978A Cup of Wine, that's briske and fine, & drinke [l. 2979] vnto the Leman mine: and a merry heart liues long‑a.
Fal.
2980Well said, M. Silence.
Sil.
2981If we shall be merry, now comes in the sweete of [l. 2982] the night.
Fal.
2983Health, and long life to you, M. Silence.
Sil.
2984Fill the Cuppe, and let it come. Ile pledge you a [l. 2985] mile to the bottome.
Shal.
2986Honest Bardolfe, welcome: If thou want'st any [l. 2987] thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. Welcome my [l. 2988] little tyne theefe, and welcome indeed too: Ile drinke to [l. 2989] M. Bardolfe, and to all the Cauileroes about London.
Dau.
2990I hope to see London, once ere I die.
Bar.
2991If I might see you there, Dauie.
Shal.
2992You'l cracke a quart together? Ha, will you not [l. 2993] M. Bardolfe?
Bar.
2994Yes Sir, in a pottle pot.
Shal.
2995I thanke thee: the knaue will sticke by thee, I [l. 2996] can assure thee that. He will not out, he is true bred.
Bar.
2997And Ile sticke by him, sir.
Shal.
2998Why there spoke a King: lack nothing, be merry. [l. 2999] Looke, who's at doore there, ho: who knockes?
Fal
3000Why now you haue done me right.
Sil.
3001Do me right, and dub me Knight, Samingo. Is't [l. 3002] not so?
Fal.
3003'Tis so.
Sil.
3004Is't so? Why then say an old man can do somwhat.
Dau.
3005If it please your Worshippe, there's one Pistoll [l. 3006] come from the Court with newes.
Fal.
3007From the Court? Let him come in.
3008How now Pistoll?
Pist.
3009Sir Iohn, 'saue you sir.
Fal.
3010What winde blew you hither, Pistoll?
Pist.
3011Not the ill winde which blowes none to good, [l. 3012] sweet Knight: Thou art now one of the greatest men in [l. 3013] the Realme.
Sil.
3014Indeed, I thinke he bee, but Goodman Puffe of [l. 3015] Barson.
Pist.
3016Puffe? puffe in thy teeth, most recreant Coward [l. 3017] base. Sir Iohn, I am thy Pistoll, and thy Friend: helter [l. 3018] skelter haue I rode to thee, and tydings do I bring, and [l. 3019] luckie ioyes, and golden Times, and happie Newes of [l. 3020] price.
Fal.
3021I prethee now deliuer them, like a man of this [l. 3022] World.
Pist.
3023A footra for the World, and Worldlings base, [l. 3024] I speake of Affrica, and Golden ioyes.
Fal.
3025O base Assyrian Knight, what is thy newes? [l. 3026] Let King Couitha know the truth thereof.
Sil.
3027And Robin‑hood, Scarlet, and Iohn.
Pist.
Shal.
Pist
Shal.
3035If sir, you come with news from the Court, I take it, there [l. 3036] is but two wayes, either to vtter them, or to conceale [l. 3037] them, I am Sir, vnder the King, in some Authority,
Pist.
Shal.
Pist.
Shal.
Pist.
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Fal.
Pist.
Fal.
Bard.
Pist.
Fal.
3058Carrie Master Silence to bed: Master Shallow, my [l. 3059] Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am Fortunes Steward. [l. 3060] Get on thy Boots, wee'l ride all night. Oh sweet Pistoll: [l. 3061] Away Bardolfe: Come Pistoll, vtter more to mee: and [l. 3062] withall deuise something to do thy selfe good. Boote, [l. 3063] boote Master Shallow, I know the young King is sick for [l. 3064] mee. Let vs take any mans Horsses: The Lawes of Eng [l. 3065] land are at my command'ment. Happie are they, which [l. 3066] haue beene my Friendes: and woe vnto my Lord Chiefe [l. 3067] Iustice.
Pist.
Scena Quarta.
[Act 5, Scene 4]
and Beadles.
Hostesse.
3071No, thou arrant knaue: I would I might dy, [l. 3072] that I might haue thee hang'd: Thou hast drawne my [l. 3073] shoulder out of ioynt.
Off.
3074The Constables haue deliuer'd her ouer to mee: [l. 3075] and shee shall haue Whipping cheere enough, I warrant [l. 3076] her. There hath beene a man or two (lately) kill'd about [l. 3077] her.
Dol.
3078Nut‑hooke, nut‑hooke, you Lye: Come on, Ile [l. 3079] tell thee what, thou damn'd Tripe‑visag'd Rascall, if the [l. 3080] Childe I now go with, do miscarrie, thou had'st better [l. 3081] thou had'st strooke thy Mother, thou Paper‑fac'd Vil [l. 3082] laine.
Host.
3083O that Sir Iohn were come, hee would make [l. 3084] this a bloody day to some body. But I would the Fruite [l. 3085] of her Wombe might miscarry.
Officer.
3086If it do, you shall haue a dozen of Cushions [l. 3087] againe, you haue but eleuen now. Come, I charge you [l. 3088] both go with me: for the man is dead, that you and Pi [l. 3089] stoll beate among you.
Dol.
3090Ile tell thee what, thou thin man in a Censor; I [l. 3091] will haue you as soundly swindg'd for this, you blew‑ [l. 3092] Bottel'd Rogue: you filthy famish'd Correctioner, if you [l. 3093] be not swing'd, Ile forsweare halfe Kittles.
Off.
3094Come, come, you shee‑Knight‑arrant, come.
Host.
3095O, that right should thus o'recome might. Wel [l. 3096] of sufferance, comes ease.
Dol.
Host.
3099Yes, come you staru'd Blood‑hound.
Dol.
3100Goodman death, goodman Bones.
Host.
3101Thou Anatomy, thou.
Dol.
Off.
3104Very well.
Scena Quinta.
[Act 5, Scene 5]
1. Groo.
3105More Rushes, more Rushes.
2. Groo.
3106The Trumpets haue sounded twice.
1. Groo.
3107It will be two of the Clocke, ere they come [l. 3108] from the Coronation.
Faltasse.
3109Stand heere by me, M. Robert Shallow, I will [l. 3110] make the King do you Grace. I will leere vpon him, as [l. 3111] he comes by: and do but marke the countenance that hee [l. 3112] will giue me.
Pistol.
3113Blesse thy Lungs, good Knight.
Falst.
3114Come heere Pistol, stand behind me. O if I had [l. 3115] had time to haue made new Liueries, I would haue be [l. 3116] stowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But it is [l. 3117] no matter, this poore shew doth better: this doth inferre [l. 3118] the zeale I had to see him.
Shal.
3119It doth so.
Falst.
3120It shewes my earnestnesse in affection.
Pist.
3121It doth so.
Fal.
3122My deuotion.
Pist.
3123It doth, doth, it doth.
Fal.
Shal.
3127It is most certaine.
Fal.
3128But to stand stained with Trauaile, and sweating [l. 3129] with desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting [l. 3130] all affayres in obliuion, as if there were nothing els to bee [l. 3131] done, but to see him.
Pist.
3132'Tis semper idem: for obsque hoc nibile est. 'Tis all [l. 3133] in every part.
Shal.
3134'Tis so indeed.
Pist.
3135My Knight, I will enflame thy Noble Liuer, and [l. 3136] make thee rage, Thy Dol, and Helen of thy noble thoghts [l. 3137] is in base Durance, and contagious prison: Hall'd thi [l. 3138] ther by most Mechanicall and durty hand. Rowze vppe [l. 3139] Reuenge from Ebon den, with fell Alecto's Snake, for [l. 3140] Dol is in. Pistol, speakes nought but troth.
Fal.
3141I will deliuer her.
Pistol.
3142There roar'd the Sea: and Trumpet Clangour [l. 3143] sounds.
Fift, Brothers, Lord Chiefe
Iustice.
Falst.
3144Saue thy Grace, King Hall, my Royall Hall.
Pist.
3145The heauens thee guard, and keepe, most royall [l. 3146] Impe of Fame.
Fal.
3147'Saue thee my sweet Boy.
King.
3148My Lord Chiefe Iustice, speake to that vaine [l. 3149] man.
Ch. Iust.
Falst.
3152My King, my Ioue; I speake to thee, my heart.
King.
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Fal.
3178Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.
Shal.
3179I marry Sir Iohn, which I beseech you to let me [l. 3180] haue home with me.
Fal.
3181That can hardly be, M. Shallow, do not you grieue [l. 3182] at this: I shall be sent for in priuate to him: Looke you, [l. 3183] he must seeme thus to the world: feare not your aduance [l. 3184] ment: I will be the man yet, that shall make you great.
Shal.
3185I cannot well perceiue how, vnlesse you should [l. 3186] giue me your Doublet, and stuffe me out with straw. I [l. 3187] beseech you, good Sir Iohn, let mee haue fiue hundred of [l. 3188] my thousand.
Fal.
3189Sir, I will be as good as my word. This that you [l. 3190] heard, was but a colour.
Shall.
3191A colour I feare, that you will dye, in Sir Iohn.
Fal.
Ch. Iust.
Fal.
3197My Lord, my Lord.
Ch. Iust.
3198I cannot now speake, I will heare you soone: [l. 3199] Take them away.
Pist.
John.
Ch. Iust.
3206And so they are.
John.
Ch. Iust.
Iohn.
FINIS.
EPILOGVE.
3215FIRST, my Feare: then, my Curtsie: last, my Speech. [l. 3216] My Feare, is your Displeasure: My Curtsie, my Dutie: [l. 3217] And my speech, to Begge your Pardons. If you looke for a [l. 3218] good speech now, you vndoe me: For what I haue to say, is [l. 3219] of mine owne making: and what (indeed) I should say, will [l. 3220] I (I doubt) prooue mine owne marring. But to the Purpose, [l. 3221] and so to the Venture. Be it knowne to you (as it is very [l. 3222] well) I was lately here in the end of a displeasing Play, to pray your Patience [l. 3223] for it, and to promise you a Better: I did meane (indeede) to pay you with this, [l. 3224] which if (like an ill Venture) it come vnluckily home, I breake; and you, my gen [l. 3225] tle Creditors lose. Heere I promist you I would be, and heere I commit my Bodie [l. 3226] to your Mercies: Bate me some, and I will pay you some, and (as most Debtors do) [l. 3227] promise you infinitely.
3228If my Tongue cannot entreate you to acquit me: will you command me to vse [l. 3229] my Legges? And yet that were but light payment, to Dance out of your debt: But [l. 3230] a good Conscience, will make any possible satisfaction, and so will I. All the Gen [l. 3231] tle women heere, haue forgiuen me, if the Gentlemen will not, then the Gentlemen [l. 3232] do not agree with the Gentlewomen, which was neuer seene before, in such an As [l. 3233] sembly.
3234One word more, I beseech you: if you be not too much cloid with Fat Meate, [l. 3235] our humble Author will continue the story (with Sir Iohn in it) and make you [l. 3236] merry, with faire Katherine of France: where (for any thing I know Fal [l. 3237] staffe shall dye of a sweat, vnlesse already he be kill'd with your hard Opinions: [l. 3238] For Old‑Castle dyed a Martyr, and this is not the man. My Tongue is wearie, [l. 3239] when my Legs are too, I will bid you good night; and so kneele downe before you: [l. 3240] But (indeed) to pray for the Queene.
THE
ACTORS
NAMES.
- RVMOVR the Presentor.
- King Henry the Fourth.
- Prince Henry, afterwards Crowned King Henrie the Fift.
-
- Prince Iohn of Lancaster.}
- Humphrey of Gloucester.
- Thomas of Clarence.
-
- Northumberland.}
- The Arch Byshop of Yorke.
- Mowbray.
- Hastings.
- Lord Bardolfe.
- Trauers.
- Morton.
- Coleuile.
Fourth. -
- Warwicke.}
- Westmerland.
- Surrey.
- Harecourt.
- Gowre.
- Lord Chiefe ustice.
Partie. -
- Pointz.}
- Falstaffe.
- Bardolphe.
- Pistoll.
- Peto.
- Page.
Humorists. -
- Shallow.}
- Silence.
Iustices. - Dauie, Seruant to Shallow.
- Phang, and Snare, 2. Serieants
-
- Mouldie.}
- Shadow.
- Wart.
- Feeble.
- Bullcalfe.
- Drawers
- Beadles.
- Groomes
- Northumberlands Wife.
- Percies Widdow.
- Hostesse Quickly.
- Doll Teare‑sheete.
- Epilogue.