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see thy hand? Come, tellus your reason? What sayest thouto this 2 Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason! Fal. What, upon compulsion? No; were I at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you areason on compulsion lifreasons were as plenty, as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I. P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin, this sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horse-backbreaker, this huge hill of flesh— Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried meats-tongue, bull's pizzle, you stock-fish!—0, for breath to utter, what is like thee! — you tailor's yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck! – P. Hen. Well, breath awhile, and then to it again and when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons, hear me speak but this Poins. Mark, Jack' P. Hen. We two saw you four set on four; you bound them, and were masters of their wealth. — Mark now, how plain a tale shall putyou down. Then did we two set on you four, and with a word out-faced you from our prize, and have it, yea, and can show it you ere in the house:– and, Falstaff, you carried your guts away as nimbly, with a quick dexterity, and roared for mercy, and still ran and roared, as ever I heard bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword, as thou hastdone, and then say, it was in fight! What trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst thou now find out, to hide thee from this open and apparent shame? o: Come, let's hear, Jack! What trick hast thou now Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye, as well as he, that made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters! Was it for me to kill the heir-apparent?Should I turn upon the trueprince? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant, as Hercules: but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee, during my life; I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by the Lord, lads, I am glad, you have the money. -Hostess, clap to the doors, watch to-night, pray to-morrow! – Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be merry 2 shall we have a play extempore? P. Hen. Content! and the argument shall be thy running away. Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me ! Enter Hostess. Host. My lord the prince,— P. Hen. How now, my lady the hostess? what say'st thou to me? Host. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at door, would speak with you : he says he comes from your father. PHen. Give him as much, as will make him a royal man, and send him back again to my mother Fal. What manner of man is he? Host. An old man. Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? -Shall I give him his answer? P. Hen. Pr'ythee, do, Jack! Fal. 'Faith, and I’ll send him packing. [Erit. P. Hen. Now, sirs; by’r-lady, you fought fair; – so did you, Peto; — so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true prince; no, -- fye Bard. 'Faith, Iran, when I saw others run, P. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff’s sword so hacked 2 Peto. Why, he hacked it with his dagger; and said.
he would swear truth out of England, but he would make you believe, it was done in fight; and persuaded us to do the like. Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear—grass, to make them bleed; and them to beslubber our garments with it, and to swear, it was the blood of true men. I did that I did not this seven years before, I blushed to hear his monstrous devices. P. Hen. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since thou hast blushed extempore. Thou hadst fire and sword on thy side, and yet thou ran'st away; what instinct hadst thou for it? Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors 2 do you behold these exhalations? P. IIen. I do. Bard. What think you they portend ? P. Hen. Hot livers and cold purses. Bard. Choler, my lord, if rightly taken. P. Hen. No, if rightly taken, halter. Re-enter FAlst AFF. Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone. How now, my sweet creature of bombast? How long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee 2 Fal. My own knee? when I was about thy years, Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waist; I could have crept into any alderman's thumb-ring. A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up, like a bladder. There's villainous news abroad: here was sir John Bracy from your father; you must to the court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the north, Percy, and he of Wales, that gave Amaimon the bastinado, and made Lucifer cuckold, and swore the devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh hook, What, a plague, call you him? Poins. O, Glendower. Fal. Owen, Owen; the same; and his son-inlaw, Mortimer, and old Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs o'horseback up a hill perpendicular. P. Hen. He, that rides at high speed, and with his pistol kills a sparrow flying. Fal. You have hit it. P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow. Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; he will not run. P. Hen. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so for running? Fal. O'horseback, ye cuckoo! but, afoot, he will not budge a foot. P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct. Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more. Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's beard is turned white with the news; you may buy land now as cheap, as stinking mackarel. P. Hen. Why then, 'tis like, if there come a hot June, and this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads, as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds. . . Fal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true ; it is like, we shalf have good trading that way:- But, tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly afeard? thou being heirapparent, could the world pick thee out three snch enemies again, as that fiend Doug'as, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill at it? P. Hen. Not a whit, 'i'faith; I lack some of thy instinct. Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morrow, when thou comest to thy father. If thou love me, practise an answer! P. Hen. Do thou stand for my father, and examine me
upon the particulars of my life!
Fal. Shall 12 content — this chair shall be my mours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swoln
state, this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my crown. P. Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy golden sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich crown for a pitiful bald crown!
Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of
thee, now shalt thou be moved. – Give me a cup of sack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may be thought, l have wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it in king Cambyses' vein. P. Hen. Well, here is my leg. Fal. And here is my speech.-Stand aside, mobility! Host. This is excellent sport, i'faith. Fal. Weep not, sweet queen! for trickling tears are - Waiti. Host. O, the father, how he holds his countenance' Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen, For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. Host. O rare he doth it as like one of these harlotry players, as I ever see. Fal. Peace, good pint-pot! peace, good tickle-brain! —Harry, I do not only marvel, where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied ; for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I have partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion; but chiefly, a villainous trick of thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy mether lip, that doth warrant me. If then thou be son to me, here lies the point: — Why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher, and eat blackberries? a question not to be asked! Shall the son of England prove a thief, and take purses? a question to be asked There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often heard of, and it is known to many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth the company thou keepest; for, Harry, now I do not speak to thee in drink, but in tears, not in pleasure, but in passion, not in words only, but in woes also. —And yet there is a virtuous man, whom I have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name. P. Hen.Whatmanner of man,anitlike your majesty? Fal. A good portly man, i'saith, and a corpulent, of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage, and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by’r lady, inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff. If that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry, I see virtue in his
parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in his belly, that revereud vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack ad drink it? wherein meat and cleanly, but to carve a capon and eatit? wherein canning, but in craft? wherein crafty, but in villainy? wherein villainous, but in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing?
Fal. I would, your grace would take me with you.
Whom means your grace?
P. Hen. That villainous abominable misleader of
hat he is (saving your reverence,)a whoremaster, that
I utterly demy. If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked If to be old and merry be a sin, then many
n old host, that I know, is damned: if to be fat be to
be hated, then Pharaoh’s lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, bamish Poins ! but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Fal
y's company; banish plump Jack, and banish all the
monstrous watch, is at the door.
Fal. Out, you rogue ! play out the play! I have much
What's the matter?
looks. If then the tree may be known by the fruit, as so; if not, let him enter, if I become not a cart as well the fruit by the tree, them, peremptorily. I speak it, as another man, a plague on my bringing up! I hope, there is virtue in that Falstaff: him keep with, the rest I shall as soon be strangled with a halter, as another.
P. Hen. Go, hide thee behind the arras! – the ro walk up above! Now, my masters, for a true face,and good conscience. Fal. Both which I have had: but their date is out.” therefore l’ll hide me. [Exeunt all but the Prince and Poin" P. Hen. Call in the sheriff!— Enter Sheriff and Carrier. Now, master sheriff'; what's your will with me? Sher. First, pardon me, my lord! A hue and cry Hath follow’d certain men unto this houseP. Hen. What men? Sher. One of them is well known, my gracious lord: A gross fat man. Car. As fat as butter.
P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not here;
away from grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in the For I myself at this time have employ'd him, likeness of a fat old man: a tum of man is thy compa- And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee, mion. Why dost thou converse with that trunk of hu- That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,
Send him to answer thee, or any man,
Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd
I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
Poins. Falstaff – fast asleep behind the arras, and These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
snorting, like a horse.
And all the courses of my life do show,
P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath ! Search I am not in the roll of common men.
That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,
Hot. I think, there is no man, speaks better Welsh.
P. Hen. O monstrous! but one halfpenny-worth of Mort. Peace, cousin Percy! you will make him mad.
vantage. Be with mebetimes in the morning; and so
Poins. Good morrow, good my lord! Ereunt.
Enter Hotspur, Worcesten, MorriMER, and GLEN
Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure,
Hot. Lord Mortimer, — and cousin Glendower, —
Glend. No, here it is.
If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale, and with All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
Arising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven.
And all the fertile land within that bound,
Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did | Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen.
tremble. Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire, And not in fear of your nativity. Diseased mature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions: oft the teeming earth
Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, lords,
And in my conduct shall your ladies come :
Hoe. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton here,
In quantity equals not one of yours.
And wond’rous affable, and as bountiful,
|To put him quite beside his patience.
You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:
[ Lady M. speaks.
e moonshines fair, you may away by night. I understand thy kisses, and thou mine,
And that’s a feeling disputation:
Mort. Fye, cousin Percy! how you cross my father! Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
Hot. I cannot choose: sometimes he angers me With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant, Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies, And of a dragonand a finless fish, A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven, A couching lion, and a ramping cat, And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff, As puts me from my faith. I tell you what, He held me but last night, at least nine hours, In reckoning up the several devils' names,
But #o him not a word. O, he's as tedious,
More. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman,
With ravishing division, to her lute.
Mort. O, I am ignorance itself in this.
Glend. She bids you Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, And rest your gentle head upon her lap, And she will sing the song, that pleaseth Yo", And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep, Charming your blood with pleasing heavines”; Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep, As is the disserence betwixt day and night, The hour before the heavenly-harness'd tea" Begins his golden progress in the east:
By that time will our book, I think, be dra"
Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in By smiling pick-thanks and base newsmongers, thy lap. I may, for some things true, wherein my youth
Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose!
Mort. With all my heart, [Exeunt.
Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,
SCENE II. —London. A room in the palace.
Enter King HENRY, Prince of WALes, and Lords.
K. Hen. Lords, give us leave! the Prince of Wales and I
Must have some conference. But be near at hand,
P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would, I could
That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.
P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord,
Be more myself.
K. Hen. For all the world,
As thou art to this hour, was Richard then,