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Is prisoner to your son: O, such a day,

North

Why, he is dead So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath! Came not, till now, to dignify the times, He, that but fears the thing he would not know Since Cæsar's fortunes !

Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes,
North.

How is this deriv'd ? That' what he fear'd is chanc'd. Yet speak,
Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury ? Morton;
Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that caine Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies;
from thence;

And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,
A gentleman well hred, and of good name, And make the rich for doing me such wrong.
That freely render'd me these news for true. Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid:
North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.
I sent

North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's
On Tuesday last to listen after news.

dead. Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; I see a strange confession in thine eye: And he is furnish'd with no certainties,

Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear, or sin
More than he haply may retail from me. To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so:

The tongue oftends not, that reports his death :
Enter Travers.

And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead; North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come Not he, which says the dead is not alive. with you?

Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news, Tra. My lord, Sir John Umfreville turn'd me Hath but a losing office; and his tongue back

Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Vith joyful tidings, and being better hors'd, Remember'd knolling a departing friend.
Outrode me. After him, came, spurring hard, Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is
A gentleman almost forspent with speed,

dead.
That slopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe
horse :

That, which I would to heaven I had not seen :
He ask'd the way to Chester ; and of liim But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state,
I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury. Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and oat-
He told me, that rebellion had bad luck,

breath'd,
And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold; To Harry Monmouth : whose swift wrath beat
With that, he gave his able horse the head,

down
And, bending forward, struck his armed heels The never daunted Percy to the earth,
Against the panting sides of his poor jade From whence with life he never more sprung up.
Up to the rowel-head; and, starting so,

In few, his death, (whose spirit lent a fire
He seem'd in running to devour the way, Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,
Staying no longer question.

Being bruited once, took fire and heat away
North

Hal-Again. From the best temper'd courage in his troops:
Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold? For from his metal was his party steel'd;
Of Hotspur, coldspur 7 that rebellion

Which once in hinn abated, all the rest
Had met ill luck ?

Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead.
Bard.

My lord, I'll tell yon what;- And as the thing that's heavy in itself,
If my young lord your son have not the day, Upon enforcement flies with greatest speed;
Upon mine honour, for a silken point

So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
I'll give my barony: never talk of it.

Lend to this weight such lightness with their North. Why should the gentleman, that rode

fear, by Travers,

That arrows fled not swister toward their aim, Give then such instances of loss?

Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, Bard.

Who, he ? Fly from the field : Then was that noble Wor. He was some hilding fellow, that had stol'n

cester The horse he rode on; and, upon my life, Too soon ta'en prisoner : and that furious Scot, Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more The bloody Douglas, whose well laboaring news.

sword Enter Morton.

Had three times slain the appearance of the

king,
North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame
Foretells the nature of a tragick volume : of those that turn'd their backs; and, in his
So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood flight,
Hath left a witness'd usurpation,

Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? Is,-that ihe king hath won; and hath sent out
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; A speedy power to encounter you, my lord,
Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, Under the conduct of young Lancaster,
To fright our party.

And Westmoreland : this is the news at full.
North. How doth my son, and brother? North. For this I shall have time enough to
Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. In poison there is physick; and these news
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, Having been well, that would have made mo
So dull, so dead in look, so wo-begone,

sick,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, Being sick, have in some measure made me
And would have told him, half his Troy was well:
burn'd:

And as the wretch, whose fever-wenken'd joints,
But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,
And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
This thou would'st say, -Your son did thus, and Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs,
thus :

Weakend with grief, being now enrag'd with
Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas; grief,
Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds: Are thrice themselves : hence therefore, thon
But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed,

nice crutch;
Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel,
Ending with-brother, son, and all, are dead. Must glove this hand : and hence, thou sickly

Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother yet: quoif;
But, for my lord your son

Thou art a guard too wapton for the head,

mourn.

Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to SCENE II. London. A Street

hit.
Now bind my brows with iron; And approach

Enter Sir John Falstaff, with his Page bearing
The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare

his Sword and Buckler. bring,

Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland !

to my water? Let heaven kiss earth ? Now let not nature's Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good hand

healthy water: but for the party that owed it, Keep the wild flood confin'd! let order die ! he might have more diseases than he knew for. And let this world no longer be a stage,

Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at To feed contention in a lingering act;

me : The brain of this foolish compounded clay, But let one spirit of the first-born Cain

man, is not able to vent any thing that tends to Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, mc: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause And darkness be the burier of the dead! that wit is in other men. I do here walk before Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, thee, like a sow, that hath overwhelmed all her my lord.

litter but one. If the prince put thee into my Bard. 'Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from service for any other reason than to set me off, your honour.

why then I have no judgment. Thou whoreson Mor. The lives of all your loving complices, mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, Lean on your health; the which, if you give o'er than to wait at my heels. I was never manned To stormy passion, must perforce decay. with an agate till now, but I will set you neither You cast the event of war, my noble lord, in gold nor silver, but in vile apparel, and send And summ'd the account of chance, before you you back again to your master, for a jewel; the said,

juvenal, the prince your master, whose chin is Let us make head. It was your presurmise, not yet fledged. I will sooner have a beard That in the dole of blows your son might drop: grow in the palm of my hand, than he shall get You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, one on his cheek; and yet he will not stick to More likely to fall in, than to get o'er : suy, his face is a face-royal: God may finish it You were advis'd, his flesh was capable when he will, it is not a hair amiss yet: he may Or wounds, and scars; and that his forward keep it still as a face-royal, for a barber shali spirit

never earn sixpence out of it'; and yet he will be Would lift him where most trade of danger crowing, as if he had writ man ever since his rang'd;

father was a bachelor. He may keep his own Yet did you say,-Go forth ; and none of this, grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can assure Though strongly apprehended, could restrain him. What said master Dumbleton about the The stiff-borne action: What hath then befal. satin for my short cloak, and slops ? len,

Page. He said, sir, you should procure him Or what hath this hold enterprise brought forth, better assurance than Bardolph: he would not More than that being which was like to be? take his bond and yours; he liked not the secu

Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, rity.
Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas, Fal. Let him be damned like the glutton! may
That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one: his tongue be hotter - A whoreson Achitophel!
And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd a rascally yea-forsooth knave; to bear a gentle-
Chok'd the respect of likely peril feard: man in hand, and then stand upon security!
And, since we are o'erset, venture again. The whoreson smooth-pates do now wear no-
Come, we will all put forth, body, and goods. thing but high shoes, and bunches of keys at
Mor. 'Tis more than time : And, my most their girdles; and if a man is thorough with
noble lord,

them in honest taking up, then they must stand I hear for certain, and do speak the truth, upon-security. I had as lief they would put The gentle archbishop of York is up,

ratsbane in my mouth, as offer to stop it with With well appointed powers; he is a man, security. I looked he should have sent me two Who with a double surety binds his followers. and twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, My lord your son had only but the corps, and he sends me security. Well, he may sleep But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight : in security; for he hath the horn of abundance, For that same word, rebellion, did divide and the lightness of his wife shines through it i The action of their bodies from their souls; and yet cannot be see, though he have his own And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd, lantern to light him. Where's Bardolph? As men drink potions; that their weapons only Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your Seem'd on our side, bu!, for their spirits and worship a horse. souls,

Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, a horse in Smithfield: an I could get me bat As fish are in a pond : But now the bishop wife in the stews, I were manned, horsed, and Turns insurrection to religion :

wived. Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts, He's follow'd both with body and with mind;

Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and an Attendant. And doth enlarge his rising with the blood Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that comOf fair King Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret mitted the prince for striking him about Bar stones:

dolph.
Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause; Fal. Wait close, I will not see him.
Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land, Ch. Just. What's he that goes there?
Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke ; Atten. Falstaff, an't please your lordship.
And more, and less, do Rock to follow him.

Ch. Just. He that was in question for the robe
North I knew of this before ; but, to speak bery?
truth,

Atten. He, my lord: but he hath since done This prezent grief had wip'd it from my mind. good service at Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is Go in with me; and counsel every man now going with some charge to the lord John of The aptest way for safety, and revenge : Lancaster. Get posts, and letters, and make friends with Ch. Just. What, to York? Call him back speed ;

again. Never so sew, and never get more need.

Atten. Sir John Falstaff!
(Eseunt.) Fab Boy, tell him, I am deaf.

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Page. You must speak louder, my master is Ch. Just. Your means are very slencer, and deaf.

your waste is great. Ch Just. I am sure he is, to the hearing of Fal. I would it were otherwise; I would my any thing good.-Go, pluck him by the elbow : means were greater, and my waisi slenderer. I must speak with him.

Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful prince. Atten. Sir John,

Fal. The young prince hath misled me: I am Fal. What! a young knave, and beg! Is there the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog: not wars? is there not employment ? Doth not Ch. Just. Well, I arn loath to gall a new healed the king lack subjects ? do not the rebels need wound; your day's service at Shrewsbury bath soldiers ? Though'it be a shame to be on any a little gilded over your night's exploit on Gad's. side but one, it is worse shame to beg than to hill: you may thank the unquiet time for your be on the worst side, were it worse than the quiet o'erposting that action. name of rebellion can tell how to make it. Fal. My lord 1 Atten. You mistake me, sir.

Ch. Just

. But since all is well, keep it no : wake
Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest not a sleeping wolf.
man? setting my knighthood and my soldiership Fal. To wake a wolf, is as bad as to smell a
aside, I had lied in my throat if I had said so. fox.
Atten. I pray you, sir, then set your knight- Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the bet-
hood and your soldiership aside; and give me ter part burnt out.
leave to tell you, you lie in your throat, if you Fal. A wassel candle, my lord; all tallow: if
Bay I am any other than an honest man. I did say of wax, my growth would approve

Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay the truth
aside that which grows to me! If thou get'st.Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your
any leave of me, hang me; if thou takest leave, face, but should have his effect of gravity.
thou wert better be hanged ; You hunt counter, Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.
hence! araunt !

Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up and
Atten. Sir, my lord would speak with you. down, like his ill angel.

Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. Fal. Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light; Fal. My good lord !--God give your lordship but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will take me good time of day: I am glad to see your lord. without weighing: and yei, in some respects, 1 ship abroad: I heard say, your lordship was grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell : Virtoe is of sick: I hope, your lordship goes abroad by ad- so little regard in these coster.monger times, vice. Your lordship, though not clean past your that true valour is turned bear-herd: Pregnancy youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some is made a tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted relish of the saltness of time; and I most humbly in giving reckonings: all the other gifts apperbeseech your lordship, to have a reverend care tinent to man, as the mulice of this age shapes of your health.

them, are not worth a gooseberry. You, that Ch. Jusi. Sir John, I sent for you before your are old, consider not the capacities of us that expedition to Shrewsbury.

are young: you measure the heat of our livers Fal. An't please your lordship, I hear his with the bitierness of your galls: and we that majesty is returned with some discomfort from are in the vaward of our youth, I must confess, Wales.

are wags too. Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty :-You Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the would not come when I sent for you.

scroll of youth, that are written down old with Fal. And I hear moreover, his highness is fall- all the characters of age? Have you not a moist en into this same whoreson apoplexy:

leye? a dry hand? a yellow cheek? a white Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him! I pray, let beard ? a decreasing leg'? an increasing belly? me speak with you.

Is not your voice broken? your wind short? Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of your chin double ? your wit single ? and every lethargy, an'i please your lordship; a kind of part about you blasted with antiquity ? and will sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling. you yet call yourself young? F'ie, fie, fie, Sir Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as John it is.

Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the Fal. It hath its original from much grief; from clock in the afternoon, with a white head, and study, and perturbation of the brain: I have something a round belly. For my voice,-1 read the cause of his effects in Galen; it is a have lost it with hollaing, and singing of 'ankind of deafness.

thems. To approve my youth further, I will not: Ch. Just. I think, you are fallen into the dis- the truth is, I am only old in judgment and unease; for you hear not what I say to you. derstanding: and he that will caper with me for

Fal. Very well, my lord, very well: rather, a thousand marks, let him lend me the money, an't please you, it is the disease of not listening, and have at him. For the box o the ear that the malady of not marking, that I am troubled the prince gave you, --- he gave it like a rude withal

prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. I Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels, would have checked him for it; and the young lion amend the attention of your ears; and 'I care repents; marry, not in ashes, and sackcloth : not, if I do become your physician.

but in new silk and old sack. Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord; but not so Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a betpatient : your lordship may minister the potion ter companion ! of mprisonment to me, in respect of poverty; Fal. Heaven send the companion a better but how I should be your patient to follow your prince! I cannot rid my hands of him. prescriptions, the wise may make some dram of Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you and a scruple, or, indeed, a scruple itself.

Prince Harry : I hear, you are going with lon! Ch. Tust. 1 sent for you, when there were John of Lancaster, against the archbishop, and matters against you for your life, to come speak the earl of Northumberland.

Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for Fal. As I was then advised by my learned it. But look you pray, all you that kiss my counsel in the laws of this land-service, I did not lady peace at home, that our armies join not in come.

a hot day! for, by the Lord, I take bat two Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat exin great infamy:

traordinarily: if it be a hot day, an I brandish Fal. He that buckles him in my belt, cannot any thing but my bottle, I would I might never Live in less.

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tion can peep out his head, but I am thrust upon Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughtas it: Well, I cannot last, ever: But it was always And so, with great imagination, yet the trick of our English nation, if they have Proper to madmen, led his powers to death, a good thing, to make it too common ir

you And, winking, leap'd into destruction. will needs say, I am an old man, you should give Hast

. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt, me rest. I would to God, my naine were not so To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope. terrible to the enemy as it is. I were better to Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war;be eaten to death with rust, than to be scoured Indeed the instant action, (a canse on foot, to nothing with perpetual motion.

Lives so in hope, as in an early spring Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest : And We see the appearing buds; which to prove God bless your expedition!

fruit, Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand Hope gives not so much warrant as despair, pound to furnish me forth?

That frost will bite them. When we mean to Ch. Just Not a penny, not a penny ; you are build, too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well: We first survey the plot, then draw the model, Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland. And when we see the figure of the house,

(Exeunt Chief Justice and Attendant. Then must we rate the cost of the erection: Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. Which if we find outweighs ability, -A man can no more separate age and cove. What do we then, but draw anew the model tousness, than he can part young limbs and In fewer offices; or, at least, desist lechery: but the gout galls the one, and the To build at all ? Much more, in this great work, pox pinches the other; and so both the degrees (Which is, almost, to pluck a kingdom down, prevent my curses. --Boy

and set another up,) should we survey Page. Sir?

The plot of situation, and the model ; Fal. What money is in my purse ?

Consent upon a sure foundation; Page. Seven groats and two-pence.

Question surveyors; know our own estate, Fal. I can get no remedy against this con- How able such a work to undergo, sumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers To weigh against his opposite; or else, and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.- We sortify in paper, and in figures, Go bear this letter to my lord of Lancaster; this Using the names of men instead of men : to the prince; this to the earl of Westmore. Like one, that draws the model of a house land; and this to old mistress Ursula, whom I Beyond his power to build it; who, half through, have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost the first white hair on my chin: Aboui it; you A naked subject to the weeping clouds, know where to find me. (Exit Page.) A pox of And waste for churlish winter's tyranny. this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for the one, or Hast. Grant that our hopes (yet likely of fair the other, plays the rogue with my great toe. It birth,) is no matter, if I do halt; I have the wars for should be still-born, and that we now possess'd my colour, and my pension shall seem the more The utmost man of expectation; reasonable: A good wit will make use of any I think, we are a body strong enough, thing; I will turn diseases to commodity. Even as we are, to equal with the king.

(Exit. Bard. What is the king but five and twenty SCENE III. York.

thousand ? A Room in the Archbishop's Palace.

Hast. To us, no more ; nay, not so much, Lord

Bardolph
Enter the Archbishop of York, the Lords Hast. For his divisions, as the times do brawl,

ings, Mowbray, and Bardolph. Are in three heads: one power against the Arch. Thus have you heard our cause, and

French, known our ineans;

And one against Glendower; perforce, a third And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, Must take up us : So is the unfirm king Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes : In three divided; and his coffers sound And first, lord marshal, what say you to it? With hollow poverty and emptiness. Mowb. 1 well allow the occasion of our arms; Arch. That he should draw his several strength But gladly would be better satisfied,

together, How, in our means, we should advance our- and come against us in full puissance, selves

Need not be dreaded. Tb look with forehead bold and big enough Hast.

If he should do so, Upon the power and puissance of the king. He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and kast. Our present musters grow upon the file

Welsh To five and twenty thousand men of choice; Baying him at the heels: never fear that. And our supplies live largely in the hope Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns hither? With an incensed fire of injuries.

Hast. The duke of Lancaster, and WestmoreBard. The question, then, Lord Hastings, land : standeth thus:

Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Mon-
Whether our present five and twenty thousand mouth :
May hold up head without Northumberland. But who is substituted 'gainst the French,
Hast. With him, we may.

I have no certain notice.
Bard.
Ay, marry, there's the point : Arch.

Let us on:
But if without him we be thought too feeble, And publish the occasion of our arms.
My judgment is, we should not step too far The commonwealth is sick of their own choice,
Till we had his assistance by the hand:

Their over greedy love hath surfeited: For, in a theme so bloody-fac'd as this,

An habitation giddy and unsure Conjecture, expectation, and surmise

Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart. Of aids uncertain, should not be admitted. O thou fond many! with what loud applause Arck. 'Tis very true, Lord Bardolph; for, in- Didst thon beat heaven with blessing Bolingdeed,

broke, It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury. Before he was what thou would'st have him be? Bard. It was, my lord; who lin'd hijnself with and being now trimm'd in thine own desires, hope,

Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,
Eating the air on promise of supply,

That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up.
So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge

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Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard ; thee in the channel. Wilt thoa? wilt thon?
And now thou wouldest eai thy dead vomit up, thou bastardly rogue !-murder, minder! O
And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these thou honeysuckle villain! wilt thou kill God's
times?

officers, and the king's ? U thou honey-seed They that, when Richard liv'd, would have him rogue! thou art a honey-seed; a man-quellet,

and a woman-queller.
Are now become enamonr'd on his grave: Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph.
Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head, Fang. A rescue! a rescue!
When through proud London he came sighing Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two.

Thou wo't, wo't ihon ? thou wo't, wo't thou 1
After the admired heels of Bolingbroke, do, do, thou rogue! do, thou hemp-seed !
Chy'st now, O earth, yield us that king again, Fal. Away, you scullion! you rampallian!
And take thou this I thoughts of men aceirst ! you fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.
Past and to come, seem best ; things present

Enter the Lord Chief Justice, attended.
worst.
Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers and Ch. Just. What's the matter ? keep the peace
set on ?

here, ho! Hrst. We are time's subjects, and time bids Host. Good my lord, be good to me! I beseech be gone.

(Exeunt. you, stand to me!

Ch. How now, Sir John ? what, are you

brawling here?
АСТ II.

Doth this become your place, your time, and
SCENE I. London. A Street.

business?

You should have been well on your way to Enter Hostess; Fang, and his Boy, with her ; York.-and Snare following.

Stand from bim, fellow; wherefore hang'st thou Host. Master Fang, have you enter'd the ac on him? tion ?

Host. O my most worshipful lord, an't please Fang. It is entered.

your grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap, Host. Where is your yeoman? Is it a lusty and he is arrested at my suit. Veoman ? Will a' stand to't ?

Ch. Just. For what sum ? Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare?

Host. It is more than for some, my lord: it Host. O lord, ay: good master Snare. is for all, all I have: he hath eaten me out of Snare. Here, here.

house and home; he hath put all my substance Fring. Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff. into that fal belly of his :--but I will have some Host. Yea, good master Snare; I have entered of it out again, or I'll ride thee o’nights like the him and all.

Snare. It may chance cost some of us our Fal. I think I am as like to ride the mare, if I lives, for he will stab.

have any vantage of ground to get up. Host. Alas the day! take heed of him; he Ch. Just. How comes this, Sir John ? Fie! stabbed me in mine own honse, and that most what man of good temper would endure this beastly: in good faith, a' cares not what mis- tempest of exclamation ? Are you not ashamed chief he doth, if his weapon be ont: he will foin to enforce a poor widow to so rough a course to like any devil; he will spare neither man, wo- come by her own? man, nor child.

Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee? Fang. If I can close with him, I care not for Host. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thy. his thrust.

self and the money too. Thou didst swear to Host. No, nor I neither : I'll be at your elbow. me npon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dol. Fang. An I but fist him once; an 'a' come but phin-Chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal within my vice;

fire, upon Wednesday in Whitsun-week, when Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant the prince broke thy head for liking his father you, he's an infinitive thing upon my score: a singing-man of Windsor ; thou didst swear Good master Fang, hold him sure ;-good master to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to Snare, let him not 'scape. He comes continually marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. to Pie-corner, (saving your manhoods,) to buy a Canst thou deny it? Did not good wife Keech, saddle; and he's indited to dinner to the Inbbar's the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me heard in Lumbert-street, to master Smooth's the gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess silkman : I pray ye, since my exion is entered, of vinegar; telling us, she had a good dish of and my case so openly known to the world, let prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some; him bé brought in to his answer, A hundred whereby I told thee, they were ill for a green mark is a long loan for a poor lone woman to wound? And lidst thou not, when she was gone bear: and I have borne, and borne, and borne; down stairs, desire me to be no more so familj and have been fubbed off, and fubbed off, and arity with such poor people ; saying that ere fubbed off, from this day to that day, that it is long they should call me madam? And didst a shame to be thought on. There is no bonesty thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch thee thirty in such dealing; unless a woman should be shillings? I put thee now to thy book-oath; made an ass, and a beast, to bear every knave's deny it, if thou canst. wrong.

Fál. My lord, this is a poor mad son); and she Enter Sir John Falstaff, Page, and Bardolph.

says, up and down the town, that her eldest son

is like you : she hath been in good case, and, the Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey- truth is, poverty hath distracted her. But for nose knave Bardolph, with him. Do your offi- these foolish officers, I beseech you, I may have ces, do your offices, 'master Fang, and master redress against them. Snare ; do me, do me, do me your offices. Ch. Just. Sir John, Sir John, I am well ac

Fal. How now ? whose mare's dead ? what's quainted with your manner of wrenching the the matter?

true cause the false way: It is not a confident Fang, Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of brow, nor the throng of words that come with Mistress Quickly.

such more than impudent sauciness from you, Fal. Away, varlets l_Draw, Bardolph ; cut can thrust me from a level consideration : you me off the villain's head; throw the quean in have, as it appears to me, practised upon the the channel.

easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made Host. Throw me in the channel? I'll throw 'her serve your uses both in purse and person

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