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[108] Now Hal, what time of day is it Lad?

Prin.

[109] Thou art so fat‑witted with drinking of olde [l. 110] Sacke, and vnbuttoning thee after Supper, and sleeping [l. 111] vpon Benches in the afternoone, that thou hast forgotten [l. 112] to demand that truely, which thou wouldest truly know. [l. 113] What a diuell hast thou thou to do with the time of the day? [l. 114] vnlesse houres were cups of Sacke, and minutes Capons, [l. 115] and clocks the tongues of Bawdes, and dialls the signes [l. 116] of Leaping‑houses, and the blessed Sunne himselfe a faire [l. 117] hot Wench in Flame‑coloured Taffata; I see no reason [l. 118] why thou shouldest bee so superfluous, to demaund the [l. 119] time of the day.

Fal.

[120] Indeed you come neere me now Hal, for we that [l. 121] take Purses, go by the Moone and seuen Starres, and not [l. 122] by Phoebus hee, that wand'ring Knight so faire. And I [l. 123] prythee sweet Wagge, when thou art King, as God saue [l. 124] thy Grace, Maiesty I should say, for Grace thou wilte [l. 125] haue none.

Prin.

[126] What, none?

Fal.

[127] No, not so much as will serue to be Prologue to [l. 128] an Egge and Butter.

Prin.

[129] Well, how then? Come, roundly, roundly.

Fal.

[130] Marry, then, sweet Wagge, when thou art King, [l. 131] let not vs that are Squires of the Nights bodie, bee call'd [l. 132] Theeues of the Dayes beautie. Let vs be Dianaes Forre­ [l. 133] sters, Gentlemen of the Shade, Minions of the Moone; [l. 134] and let men say, we be men of good Goeurnment, being [l. 135] gouerned as the Sea is, by our noble and chast mistris the [l. 136] Moone, vnder whose countenance we steale.

Prin.

[137] Thou say'st well, and it holds well too; for the [l. 138] fortune of vs that are the Moones men, doeth ebbe and [l. 139] flow like the Sea, being gouerned as the Sea is, by the [l. 140] Moone: as for proofe. Now a Purse of Gold most reso­ [l. 141] lutely snatch'd on Monday night and most dissolutely [l. 142] spent on Tuesday Morning; got with swearing, Lay by: [l. 143] and spent with crying, Bring in: now, in as low an ebbe [l. 144] as the foot of the Ladder, and by and by in as high a flow [l. 145] as the ridge of the Gallowes.

Fal.

[146] Thou say'st true Lad: and is not my Hostesse of [l. 147] the Tauerne a most sweet Wench?

Prin.

[148] As the honey, my old Lad of the Castle: and is [l. 149] not a Buffe Ierkin a most sweet robe of durance?

Fal.

[150] How now? how now mad Wagge? What in thy [l. 151] quips and thy quiddities? What a plague haue I to doe [l. 152] with a Buffe‑Ierkin?

Prin.

[153] Why, what a poxe haue I to doe with my Ho­ [l. 154] stesse of the Tauerne?

Fal.

[155] Well, thou hast call'd her to a reck'ning many a [l. 156] time and oft.

Prin.

[157] Did I euer call for thee to pay thy part?

Fal.

[158] No, Ile giue thee thy due, thou hast paid al there.

Prin.

[159] Yea and elsewhere, so farre as my Coine would [l. 160] stretch, and where it would not, I haue vs'd my credit.

Fal.

[161] Yea, and so vs'd it, that were it not heere apparant, [l. 162] that thou art Heire apparant. But I prythee sweet Wag, [l. 163] shall there be Gallowes standing in England when thou [l. 164] art King? and resolution thus fobb'd as it is, with the ru­ [l. 165] stie curbe of old Father Anticke the Law? Doe not thou [l. 166] when thou art a King, hang a Theefe.

Prin.

[167] No, thou shalt.

Fal.

[168] Shall I? O rare! Ile be a Lord, I'll be a braue Iudge.

Prin.

[169] Thou iudgest false already. I mean, thou shalt [l. 170] haue the hanging of the Theeues, and so become a rare [l. 171] Hangman.

Fal.

[172] Well Hal, well: and in some sort it iumpes with [l. 173] my humour, as well as waiting in the Court, I can tell [l. 174] you.

Prin.

[175] For obtaining of suites?

Fal.

[176] Yea, for obtaining of suites, whereof the Hang­ [l. 177] man hath no leane Wardrobe. I am as Melancholly as a [l. 178] Gyb‑Cat, or a lugg'd Beare.

Prin.

[179] Or an old Lyon, or a Louers Lute.

Fal.

[180] Yea, or the Drone of a Lincolnshire Bagpipe.

Prin.

[181] What say'st thou to a Hare, or the Melancholly [l. 182] of Moore‑Ditch?

Fal.

[183] Thou hast the most vnsauoury smiles, and art in­ [l. 184] deed the most comparatiue rascallest sweet yonhttp://www.gofugyourself.com/miranda-kerr-recent-candids-07-2014/miranda-kerr-puts-her-tiny-waist-on-display-usa-onlyg Prince. [l. 185] But, Hal, I prythee trouble me no more with vanity, I wold [l. 186] thou and I knew, where a Commodity of good names [l. 187] were to be bought: an olde Lord of the Councell rated [l. 188] me the other day in the street about you sir; but I mark'd [l. 189] him not, and yet hee talk'd very wisely, but I regarded [l. 190] him not, and yet he talkt wisely, and in the street too.

Prin.

[191] Thou didst well: for no man regards it.

Fal.

[192] O, thou hast damn[.]ble iteration, and art indeede [l. 193] able to corrupt a Saint. Thou hast done much harme vn­ [l. 194] to me Hall, God forgiue thee for it. Before I knew thee [l. 195] Hal, I knew nothing: and now am I am (if a man shold speake [l. 196] truly) little better then one of the wicked. I must giue o­ [l. 197] uer this life, and I will giue it ouer: and I do not, I am a [l. 198] Villaine. Ile be damn'd for neuer a Kings sonne in Chri­ [l. 199] stendome.

Prin.

[200] Where shall we take a purse to morrow, Iacke?

Fal.

[201] Where thou wilt, Lad! Ile make one: and I doe [l. 202] not, call me Villaine, and bafflle me.

Prin.

Fal.

[205] Why, Hal, 'tis my Vocation Hal: 'Tis no sin for a [l. 206] man to labour in his Vocation.

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[207] Now shall we know if Gads hill haue set a [l. 208] Watch. O, if men were to be saued by merit, what hole [l. 209] in Hell were hot enough for him? This is the most omni­ [l. 210] potent Villaine, that euer cryed, Stand, to a true man.

Prin.

[211] Good morrow Ned.

Poines.

[212] Good morrow sweet Hal. What saies Mon­ [l. 213] sieur Remorse? What sayes Sir Iohn Sacke and Sugar: [l. 214] Iacke? How agrees the Diuell and thee about thy Soule, [l. 215] that thou soldest him on Good‑Friday last, for a Cup of [l. 216] Madera, and a cold Capons legge?

Prin.

[217] Sir Iohn stands to his word, the diuel shall haue [l. 218] his bargaine, for he was neuer yet a Breaker of Prouerbs: [l. 219] He will give the diuell his due.

Poin.

[220] Then art thou damn'd for keeping thy word with [l. 221] the diuell.

Prin.

[222] Else he had damn'd for cozening the diuell.

Poy.

[223] But my Lads, my Lads, to morrow morning, by [l. 224] foure a clocke early at Gads hill, there are Pilgrimes go­ [l. 225] ing to Canterbury with rich Offerings, and Traders ri­ [l. 226] ding to London with fat Purses. I haue vizards for you [l. 227] all; you haue horses for your selues: Gads‑hill lyes to [l. 228] night in Rochester, I haue bespoke Supper to morrow in [l. 229] Eastcheape; we may doe it as secure as sleepe: if you will [l. 230] go, I will stuffe your Purses full of Crownes: if you will [l. 231] not, tarry at home and be hang'd.

Fal.

[232] Heare ye Yedward, if I tarry at home and go not, [l. 233] Ile hang you for going.

Poy.

[234] You will chops.

Fal.

[235] Hal, wilt thou make one?

Prin.

[236] Who, I rob? I a Theefe? Not I.

Fal.

[237] There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fel­ [l. 238] lowship in thee, nor thou cam'st not of the blood‑royall, [l. 239] if thou dar'st not stand for ten shillings.

Prin.

[240] Well then, once in my dayes Ile be a mad‑cap.

Fal.

[241] Why, that's well said.

Prin.

[242] Well, come what will, Ile tarry at home.

Fal.

[243] Ile be a Traitor then, when thou art King.

Prin.

[244] I care not.

Poyn.

[245] Sir Iohn, I prythee leaue the Prince & me alone, [l. 246] I will lay him downe such reasons for this aduenture, that [l. 247] he shall go.

Fal.

[248] Well, maist thou haue the Spirit of perswasion; [l. 249] and he the cares of profiting, that what thou speakest, [l. 250] may moue; and what he heares may be beleeued, that the [l. 251] true Prince, may (for recreation sake) proue a false theefe; [l. 252] for the poore abuses of the time, want countenance. Far­ [l. 253] well, you shall finde me in Eastcheape.

Prin.

[254] Farwell the latter Spring. Farewell Alhollown [l. 255] Summer.

Poy.

[256] Now, my good sweet Hony Lord, ride with vs [l. 257] to morrow. I haue a iest to execute, that I cannot man­ [l. 258] nage alone. Falstaffe, Haruey, Rossill, and Gads‑hill, shall [l. 259] robbe those men that wee haue already way‑layde, your [l. 260] selfe and I, wil not be there: and when they haue the boo­ [l. 261] ty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head from my [l. 262] shoulders.

Prin.

[263] But how shal we part with them in setting forth?

Poyn.

[264] Why, we wil set forth before or after them, and [l. 265] appoint them a place of meeting, wherin it is at our plea­ [l. 266] sure to faile; and then will they aduenture vppon the ex­ [l. 267] ploit rhemselues themselues, which they shall haue no sooner atchie­ [l. 268] ued, but wee'l set vpon them.

Prin.

[269] I, but tis like that they will know vs by our [l. 270] horses, by our habits, and by euery other appointment to [l. 271] be our selues.

Poy.

[272] Tut our horses they shall not see, Ile tye them in [l. 273] the wood, our vizards wee will change after wee leaue [l. 274] them: and sirah, I haue Cases of Buckram for the nonce, [l. 275] to immaske our noted outward garments.

Prin.

[276] But I doubt they will be too hard for vs.

Poin.

[277] Well for two of them, I know them to bee as [l. 278] true bred Cowards as euer turn'd backe: and for the third [l. 279] if he fight longer then he sees reason, Ile forswear Armes. [l. 280] The vertue of this Iest will be, the incomprehensible lyes [l. 281] that this fat Rogue will tell vs, when we meete at Supper: [l. 282] how thirty at least he fought with, what Wardes, what [l. 283] blowes, what extremities he endured; and in the reproofe [l. 284] of this, lyes the iest.

Prin.

[285] Well, Ile goe with thee, prouide vs all things [l. 286] necessary, and meete me to morrow night in Eastcheape, [l. 287] there Ile sup. Farewell.

Poyn.

[288] Farewell, my Lord.

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1. Car.

[623] Heigh‑ho, an't be not foure by the day, Ile be [l. 624] hang'd. Charles waine is ouer the new Chimney, and yet [l. 625] our horse not packt. What Ostler?

Ost.

[626] Anon, anon.

1. Car.

[627] I prethee Tom, beate Cuts Saddle, put a few [l. 628] Flockes in the point: the poore Iade is wrung in the wi­ [l. 629] thers, out of all cesse.

2. Car.

[630] Pease and Beanes are as danke here as a Dog, [l. 631] and this is the next way to giue poore Iades the Bottes: [l. 632] This house is turned vpside downe since Robin the Ostler [l. 633] dyed.

1. Car.

[634] Poore fellow neuer ioy'd since the price of oats [l. 635] rose, it was the death of him.

2. Car.

[636] I thinke this is the most villanous house in al [l. 637] London rode for Fleas: I am stung like a Tench.

1. Car.

[638] Like a Tench? There is ne're a King in Chri­ [l. 639] stendome, could be better bit, then I haue beene since the [l. 640] first Cocke.

2. Car.

[641] Why, you will allow vs ne're a[.]Iourden, and [l. 642] then we leake in your Chimney: and your Chamber‑lye [l. 643] breeds Fleas like a Loach.

1. Car.

[644] What Ostler, come away, and be hangd: come [l. 645] away.

2. Car.

[646] I haue a Gammon of Bacon, and two razes of [l. 647] Ginger, to be deliuered as farre as Charing‑crosse.

1. Car.

[648] The Turkies in my Pannier are quite starued. [l. 649] What Ostler? A plague on thee, hast thou neuer an eye in [l. 650] thy head? Can'st not heare? And t'were not as good a [l. 651] deed as drinke, to break the pate of thee, I am a very Vil­ [l. 652] laine. Come and be hang'd, hast no faith in thee?

Gad.

[653] Good‑morrow Carriers. What's a clocke?

Car.

[654] I thinke it be two a clocke.

Gad.

[655] I prethee lend me thy Lanthome to see my Gel­ [l. 656] ding in the stable.

1. Car.

[657] Nay soft I pray ye, I know a trick worth two [l. 658] of that.

Gad.

[659] I prethee lend me thine.

2. Car.

[660] I, when, canst tell? Lend mee thy Lanthorne [l. 661] (quoth a) marry Ile see thee hang'd first.

Gad.

[662] Sirra Carrier: What time do you mean to come [l. 663] to London?

2. Car.

[664] Time enough to goe to bed with a Candle, I [l. 665] warrant thee. Come neighbour Mugges, wee'll call vp [l. 666] the Gentlemen, they will along with company, for they [l. 667] haue great charge.

Gad.

[668] What ho, Chamberlaine?

Cham.

[669] At hand quoth Pick‑purse.

Gad.

[670] That's euen as faire, as at hand quoth the Cham­ [l. 671] berlaine: For thou variest no more from picking of Pur­ [l. 672] ses, then giuing direction, doth from labouring. Thou [l. 673] lay'st the plot, how.

Cham.

[674] Good morrow Master Gads‑Hill, it holds cur­ [l. 675] rant that I told you yesternight. There's a Franklin in the [l. 676] wilde of Kent, hath brought three hundred Markes with [l. 677] him in Gold: I heard him tell it to one of his company last [l. 678] night at Supper; a kinde of Auditor, one that hath abun­ [l. 679] dance of charge too (God knowes what) they are vp al­ [l. 680] ready, and call for Egges and Butter. They will away [l. 681] presently.

Gad.

[682] Sirra, if they meete not with Saint Nicholas Clarks, [l. 683] Ile giue thee this necke.

Cham.

[684] No, Ile none of it: I prythee keep that for the [l. 685] Hangman, for I know thou worshipst Saint Nicholas as tru­ [l. 686] ly as a man of falshood may.

Gad.

[687] What talkest thou to me of the Hangman? If I [l. 688] hang, Ile make a fat payre of Gallowes. For, if I hang, [l. 689] old Sir Iohn hangs with mee, and thou know'st hee's no [l. 690] Starueling. Tut, there are other Troians that yu dream'st [l. 691] not of, the which (for sport sake) are content to doe the [l. 692] Profession some grace; that would (if matters should bee [l. 693] look'd into) for their owne Credit sake, make all Whole. [l. 694] I am ioyned with no Foot‑land‑Rakers, no Long‑staffe [l. 695] six‑penny strikers, none of these mad Mustachio‑purple‑ [l. 696] hu'd‑Maltwormes, but with Nobility, and Tranquilitie; [l. 697] Bourgomasters, and great Oneyers, such as can holde in, [l. 698] such as will strike sooner then speake; and speake sooner [l. 699] then drinke, and drinke sooner then pray: and yet I lye, [l. 700] for they pray continually vnto their Saint the Common­ [l. 701] wealth; or rather, not to pray to her, but prey on her: for [l. 702] they ride vp & downe on her, and make hir their Boots.

Cham.

[703] What, the Commonwealth their Bootes? Will [l. 704] she hold out water in foule way?

Gad.

[705] She will, she will; Iustice hath liquor'd her. We [l. 706] steale as in a Castle, cocksure: we haue the receit of Fern­ [l. 707] seede, we walke inuisible.

Cham.

[708] Nay, I thinke rather, you are more beholding [l. 709] to the Night, then to the Fernseed, for your walking in­ [l. 710] uisible.

Gad.

Cham.

[714] Nay, rather let mee haue it, as you are a false [l. 715] Theefe.

Gad.

[716] Goe too: Homo is a common name to all men. [l. 717] Bid the Ostler bring the Gelding out of the stable. Fare­ [l. 718] well, ye muddy Knaue.

Poines.

[719] Come shelter, shelter, I haue remoued Falstafs [l. 720] Horse, and he frets like a gum'd Veluet.

Prin.

[721] Stand close.

Fal.

[722] Poines, Poines, and be hang'd Poines.

Prin.

[723] Peace ye fat‑kidney'd Rascall,[.]what a brawling [l. 724] dost thou keepe.

Fal.

[725] What Poines. Hal?

Prin.

[726] He is walk'd vp to the top of the hill, Ile go seek [l. 727] him.

Fal.

[728] I am accurst to rob in that Theefe company: that [l. 729] Rascall hath remoued my Horse, and tied him I know not [l. 730] where. If I trauell but foure foot by the squire further a [l. 731] foote, I shall breake my winde. Well, I doubt not but [l. 732] to dye a faire death for all this, if I scape hanging for kil­ [l. 733] ling that Rogue, I haue forsworne his company hourely [l. 734] any time this two and twenty yeare, & yet I am bewitcht [l. 735] with the Rogues company. If the Rascall haue not giuen [l. 736] me medicines to make me loue him, Ile be hang'd; it could [l. 737] not be else: I haue drunke Medicines. Poines, Hal, a [l. 738] Plague vpon you both. Bardolph, Peto: Ile starue ere I [l. 739] rob a foote further. And 'twere not as good a deede as to [l. 740] drinke, to turne True‑man, and to leaue these Rogues, I [l. 741] am the veriest Varlet that euer chewed with a Tooth. [l. 742] Eight yards of vneuen ground, is threescore & ten miles [l. 743] afoot with me: and the stony‑hearted Villaines knowe it [l. 744] well enough, A plague vpon't, when Theeues cannot be [l. 745] true one to another.

[746] Whew: a plague light vpon you all. Giue my Horse you [l. 747] Rogues: giue me my Horse, and be hang'd.

Prin.

[748] Peace ye fat guttes, lye downe, lay thine eare [l. 749] close to the ground, and list if thou can heare the tread of [l. 750] Trauellers.

Fal.

[751] Haue you any Leauers to lift me vp again being [l. 752] downe? Ile not beare mine owne flesh so far afoot again, [l. 753] for all the coine in thy Fathers Exchequer. What a plague [l. 754] meane ye to colt me thus?

Prin.

[755] Thou ly'st, thou art not colted, thou art vncolted.

Fal.

[756] I prethee good Prince Hal, help me to my horse, [l. 757] good Kings sonne.

Prin.

[758] Out you Rogue, shall I be your Ostler?

Fal.

[759] Go hang thy selfe in thine owne heire‑apparant‑ [l. 760] Garters: If I be tane, Ile peach for this: and I haue not [l. 761] Ballads made on all, snd sung to filthy tunes, let a Cup of [l. 762] Sacke be my poyson: when a iest is so forward, & a foote [l. 763] too, I hate it.

Gad.

[764] Stand.

Fal.

[765] So I do against my will.

Poin.

[766] O 'tis our Setter, I know his voyce: [l. 767] Bardolfe, what newes?

Bar.

[768] Case ye, case ye; on with your Vizards, there's [l. 769] mony of the Kings comming downe the hill, 'tis[.]going [l. 770] to the Kings Exchequer.

Fal.

[771] You lie you rogue, 'tis going to the Kings Tauern.

Gad.

[772] There's enough to make vs all.

Fal.

[773] To he be hang'd.

Prin.

[774] You foure shall front them in the narrow Lane: [l. 775] Ned and I, will walke lower; if they scape from your en­ [l. 776] counter, then they light on vs.

Peto.

[777] But how many be of them?

Gad.

[778] Some eight or ten.

Fal.

[779] Will they not rob vs?

Prin.

[780] What, a Coward Sir Iohn Paunch?

Fal.

[781] Indeed I am not Iohn of Gaunt your Grandfather; [l. 782] but yet no Coward, Hal.

Prin.

[783] Wee'l leaue that to the proofe.

Poin.

[784] Sirra Iacke, thy horse stands behinde the hedg, [l. 785] when thou need'st him, there thou shalt finde him. Fare­ [l. 786] well, and stand fast.

Fal.

[787] Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hang'd.

Prin.

[788] Ned, where are our disguises?

Poin.

[789] Heere hard by: Stand close.

Fal.

[790] Now my Masters, happy man be his dole, say I: [l. 791] euery man to his businesse.

Tra.

[792] Come Neighbor: the boy shall leade our Horses [l. 793] downe the hill: Wee'l walke a‑foot a while, and ease our [l. 794] Legges.

Theeues.

[795] Stay.

Tra.

[796] Iesu blesse vs.

Fal.

[797] Strike: down with them, cut the villains throats; [l. 798] a whorson Caterpillars: Bacon‑fed Knaues, they hate vs [l. 799] youth; downe with them, fleece them.

Tra.

[800] O, we are vndone, both we and ours for euer.

Fal.

[801] Hang ye gorbellied knaues, are you vndone? No [l. 802] ye Fat Chuffes, I would your store were heere. On Ba­ [l. 803] cons, on, what ye knaues? Yong men must liue, you are [l. 804] Grand Iurers, are ye? Wee'l iure ye ifaith.

Prin.

[805] The Theeues haue bound the True‑men: Now [l. 806] could thou and I rob the Theeues, and go merily to Lon­ [l. 807] don, it would be argument for a Weeke, Laughter for a [l. 808] Moneth, and a good iest for euer.

Poynes.

[809] Stand close, I heare them comming.

Fal.

[810] Come my Masters, let vs share, and then to horsse [l. 811] before day: and the Prince and Poynes bee not two ar­ [l. 812] rand Cowards, there's no equity stirring. There's no moe [l. 813] valour in that Poynes, than in a wilde Ducke.

Prin.

[814] Your money.

Poin.

[815] Villaines.

Prince.

[816] Got with much ease. Now merrily to Horse: [l. 817] The Theeues are scattred, and possest with fear so strong­ [l. 818] ly, that they dare not meet each other: each takes his fel­ [l. 819] low for an Officer. Away good Ned, Falstaffe sweates to [l. 820] death, and Lards the leane earth as he walkes along: wer't [l. 821] not for laughing, I should pitty him.

Poin.

[822] How the Rogue roar'd.

[823] But for mine owne part, my Lord, I could bee well contented to [l. 824] be there, in respect of the loue I beare your house.

He {p. 55} The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.

[825] He could be contented: Why is he not then? in respect of [l. 826] the loue he beares our house. He shewes in this, he loues [l. 827] his owne Barne better then he loues our house. Let me [l. 828] see some more. The purpose you vndertake is dangerous. [l. 829] Why that's certaine: 'Tis dangerous to take a Colde, to [l. 830] sleepe, to drinke: but I tell you (my Lord foole) out of [l. 831] this Nettle, Danger; we plucke this Flower, Safety. The [l. 832] purpose you vndertake is dangerous, the Friends you haue na­ [l. 833] med vncertaine, the Time it selfe vnsorted, and your whole [l. 834] Plot too light, for the counterpoize of so great an Opposition. [l. 835] Say you so, say you so: I say vnto you againe, you are a [l. 836] shallow cowardly Hinde, and you Lye. What a lacke‑ [l. 837] braine is this? I protest, our plot is as good a plot as euer [l. 838] was laid; our Friend true and constant: A good Plotte, [l. 839] good Friends, and full of expectation: An excellent plot, [l. 840] very good Friends. What a Frosty‑spirited rogue is this? [l. 841] Why, my Lord of Yorke commends the plot, and the [l. 842] generall course of the action. By this hand, if I were now [l. 843] by this Rascall, I could braine him with his Ladies Fan. [l. 844] Is there not my Father, my Vnckle, and my Selfe, Lord [l. 845] Edmund Mortimer, my Lord of Yorke, and Owen Glendour? [l. 846] Is there not besides, the Dowglas? Haue I not all their let­ [l. 847] ters, to meete me in Armes by the ninth of the next Mo­ [l. 848] neth? and are they not some of them set forward already? [l. 849] What a Pagan Rascall is this? An Infidell. Ha, you shall [l. 850] see now in very sincerity of Feare and Cold heart, will he [l. 851] to the King, and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could [l. 852] diuide my selfe, and go to buffets, for mouing such a dish [l. 853] of skim'd Milk with so honourable an Action. Hang him, [l. 854] let him tell the King we are prepared. I will set forwards, [l. 855] to night.

[856] How now Kate, I must leaue you within these two hours.

La.

Hot.

Ser.

Hot.

Ser.

Hot.

Ser.

[890] It is my Lord.

Hot.

[891] That Roane shall be my Throne. Well, I will [l. 892] backe him straight. Esperance, bid Butler lead him forth [l. 893] into the Parke.

La.

[894] But heare you, my Lord.

Hot.

[895] What say'st thou my Lady?

La.

[896] What is it carries you away?

Hot.

[897] Why, my horse (my Loue) my horse.

La.

[898] Out you mad‑headed Ape, a Weazell hath not [l. 899] such a deale of Spleene, as you are tost with. In sooth Ile [l. 900] know your businesse Harry, that I will. I feare my Bro­ [l. 901] ther Mortimer doth stirre about his Title, and hath sent [l. 902] for you to line his enterprize. But if you go⸺

Hot.

[903] So farre a foot, I shall be weary, Loue.

La.

[904] Come, come, you Paraquito, answer me dirctly [l. 905] vnto this question, that I shall aske. Indeede Ile breake [l. 906] thy little finger Harry, if thou wilt not tel me true.

Hot.

La.

Hot.

La.

[930] How so farre?

Hot.

La.

Prin.

[936] Ned, prethee come out of that fat roome, & lend [l. 937] me thy hand to laugh a little.

Poines.

[938] Where hast bene Hall?

Prin.

[939] With three or foure Logger‑heads, amongst 3. [l. 940] or fourescore Hogsheads. I haue sounded the verie base [l. 941] string of humility; Sirra, I am sworn brother to a leash of [l. 942] Drawers, and can call them by their names, as Tom, Dicke, [l. 943] and Francis. They take it already vpon their confidence, [l. 944] that though I be but Prince of Wales, yet I am the King [l. 945] of Curtesie: telling me flatly I am no proud Iack like Fal­ [l. 946] staffe, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy, and [l. 947] when I am King of England, I shall command al the good [l. 948] Laddes in East‑cheape. They call drinking deepe, dy­ [l. 949] ing Scarlet; and when you breath in your watering, then e3 they {p. 56} The First Part of King Henry the Fourth. [l. 950] they cry hem, and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am [l. 951] so good a proficient in one quarter of an houre, that I can [l. 952] drinke with any Tinker in his owne Language during my [l. 953] life. I tell thee Ned, thou hast lost much honor, that thou [l. 954] wer't not with me in this action: but sweet Ned, to swee­ [l. 955] ten which name of Ned, I giue thee this peniworth of Su­ [l. 956] gar, clapt euen now into my hand by an vnder Skinker, [l. 957] one that neuer spake other English in his life, then Eight [l. 958] shillings and six pence, and, You are welcome: with this shril [l. 959] addition, Anon, Anon sir, Score a Pint of Bastard in the [l. 960] Halfe Moone, or so. But Ned, to driue away time till Fal­ [l. 961] staffe come, I prythee doe thou stand in some by‑roome, [l. 962] while I question my puny Drawer, to what end hee gaue [l. 963] me the Sugar, and do neuer leaue calling Francis, that his [l. 964] Tale to me may be nothing but, Anon: step aside, and Ile [l. 965] shew thee a President.

Poines.

[966] Francis.

Prin.

[967] Thou art perfect.

Poin.

[968] Francis.

Fran.

[969] Anon, anon sir; looke downe into the Pomgar­ [l. 970] net, Ralfe.

Prince.

[971] Come hither Francis.

Fran.

[972] My Lord.

Prin.

[973] How long hast thou to serue, Francis?

Fran.

[974] Forsooth fiue yeares, and as much as to⸺

Poin.

[975] Francis.

Fran.

[976] Anon, anon sir.

Pria.

[977] Fiue yeares: Berlady a long Lease for the clin­ [l. 978] king of Pewter. But Francis, darest thou be so valiant, as [l. 979] to play the coward with thy Indenture, & shew it a faire [l. 980] paire of heeles, and run from it?

Fran.

[981] O Lord sir, Ile be sworne vpon all the Books in [l. 982] England, I could finde in my heart.

Poin.

[983] Francis.

Fran.

[984] Anon, anon sir.

Prin.

[985] How old art thou, Francis?

Fran.

[986] Let me see, about Michaelmas next I shalbe⸺

Poin.

[987] Francis.

Fran.

[988] Anon sir, pray you stay a little, my Lord.

Prin.

[989] Nay but harke you Francis, for the Sugar thou [l. 990] gauest me,'twas a peny worth, was't not?

Fran.

[991] O Lord sir, I would it had bene two.

Prin.

[992] I will giue thee for it a thousand pound: Aske [l. 993] me when thou wilt, and thou shalt haue it.

Poin.

[994] Francis.

Fran.

[995] Anon, anon.

Prin.

[996] Anon Francis? No Francis, but to morrow Fran­ [l. 997] cis: or Francis, on thursday: or indeed Francis when thou [l. 998] wilt. But Francis.

Fran.

[999] My Lord.

Prin.

[1000] Wilt thou rob this Leatherne Ierkin, Christall [l. 1001] button, Not‑pated, Agat ring, Puke stocking, Caddice [l. 1002] garter, Smooth tongue, Spanish pouch.

Fran.

[1003] O Lord sir, who do you meane?

Prin.

[1004] Why then your browne Bastard is your onely [l. 1005] drinke: for looke you Francis, your white Canuas doub­ [l. 1006] let will sulley. In Barbary sir, it cannot come to so much.

Fran.

[1007] What sir?

Poin.

[1008] Francis.

Prin.

[1009] Away you Rogue, dost thou heare them call?

Vint.

[1010] What, stand'st thou still, and hear'st such a cal­ [l. 1011] ling? Looke to the Guests within: My Lord, olde Sir [l. 1012] Iohn with halfe a dozen more, are at the doore: shall I 1et [l. 1013] them in?

Prin.

[1014] Let them alone a while, and then open the doore. [l. 1015] Poines.

Poin.

[1016] Anon, anon sir.

Prin.

[1017] Sirra, Falstaffe and the rest of the Theeues, are at [l. 1018] the doore, shall we be merry?

Poin.

[1019] As merrie as Crickets my Lad. But harke yee, [l. 1020] What cunning match haue you made with this iest of the [l. 1021] Drawer? Come, what's the issue?

Prin.

[1022] I am now of all humors, that haue shewed them­ [l. 1023] selues humors, since the old dayes of goodman Adam, to [l. 1024] the pupill age of this present twelue a clock at midnight. [l. 1025] What's a clocke Francis?

Fran.

[1026] Anon, anon sir.

Prin.

[1027] That euer this Fellow should haue fewer words [l. 1028] then a Parret, and yet the sonne of a Woman. His indu­ [l. 1029] stry is vp‑staires and down‑staires, his eloquence the par­ [l. 1030] cell of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percies mind, the Hot­ [l. 1031] spurre of the North, he that killes me some sixe or seauen [l. 1032] dozen of Scots at a Breakfast, washes his hands, and saies [l. 1033] to his wife; Fie vpon this quiet life, I want worke. O my [l. 1034] sweet Harry sayes she, how many hast thou kill'd to day? [l. 1035] Giue my Roane horse a drench (sayes hee) and answeres, [l. 1036] some fourteene, an houre after: a trifle, a trifle. I prethee [l. 1037] call in Falstaffe, Ile play Percy, and that damn'd Brawne [l. 1038] shall play Dame Mortimer his wife. Riuo, sayes the drun­ [l. 1039] kard. Call in Ribs, call in Tallow.

Poin.

[1040] Welcome Iacke, where hast thou beene?

Fal.

[1041] A plague of all Cowards I say, and a Vengeance [l. 1042] too, marry and Amen. Giue me a cup of Sacke Boy. Ere [l. 1043] I leade this life long, Ile sowe nether stockes, and mend [l. 1044] them too. A plague of all cowards. Giue me a Cup of [l. 1045] Sacke, Rogue. Is there no Vertue extant?

Prin.

[1046] Did st thou neuer see Titan kisse a dish of Butter, [l. 1047] pittifull hearted Titan that melted at the sweete Tale of [l. 1048] the Sunne? If thou didst, then behold that compound.

Fal.

[1049] You Rogue, heere's Lime in this Sacke too: there [l. 1050] is nothing but Roguery to be found in Villanous man; yet [l. 1051] a Coward is worse then a Cup of Sack with lime. A vil­ [l. 1052] lanous Coward, go thy wayes old Iacke, die when thou [l. 1053] wilt, if manhood, good manhood be not forgot vpon the [l. 1054] face of the earth, then am I a shotten Herring: there liues [l. 1055] not three good men vnhang'd in England, & one of them [l. 1056] is fat, and growes old, God helpe the while, a bad world I [l. 1057] say. I would I were a Weauer, I could sing all manner of [l. 1058] songs. A plague of all Cowards, I say still.

Prin.

[1059] How now Woolsacke, what mutter you?

Fal.

[1060] A Kings Sonne? If I do not beate thee out of thy [l. 1061] Kingdome with a dagger of Lath, and driue all thy Sub­ [l. 1062] iects afore thee like a flocke of Wilde‑geese, Ile neuer [l. 1063] weare haire on my face more. You Prince of Wales?

Prin.

[1064] Why you horson round man? what's the matter?

Fal.

[1065] Are you not a Coward? Answer me to that, and [l. 1066] Poines there?

Prin.

[1067] Ye fatch paunch, and yee call mee Coward, Ile [l. 1068] stab thee.

Fal.

[1069] I call thee Coward? Ile see thee damn'd ere I call [l. 1070] the Coward: but I would giue a thousand pound I could [l. 1071] run as fast as thou canst. You are straight enough in the [l. 1072] shoulders, you care not who sees your backe: Call you that {p. 57} The First Part of King Henry the Fourth. [l. 1073] that backing of your friends? a plague vpon such bac­ [l. 1074] king: giue me them that will face me. Giue me a Cup [l. 1075] of Sack, I am a Rogue if I drunke to day.

Prince.

[1076] O Villaine, thy Lippes are scarce wip'd, since [l. 1077] thou drunk'st last.

Falst.

[1078] All's one for that.

[1079] A plague of all Cowards still, say I.

Prince.

[1080] What's the matter?

Falst.

[1081] What's the matter? here be foure of vs, haue [l. 1082] ta'ne a thousand pound this Morning.

Prince.

[1083] Where is it, Iack? where is it?

Falst.

[1084] Where is it? taken from vs, foure of vs.

Prince.

[1085] What, a hundred, man?

Falst.

[1086] I am a Rogue, if I were not at halfe Sword with [l. 1087] a dozen of them two houres together. I haue scaped by [l. 1088] miracle. I am eight time thrust through the Doublet, [l. 1089] foure through the Hose, my Buckler cut through and [l. 1090] through, my Sword hackt like a Hand‑saw, ecce signum. [l. 1091] I neuer dealt better since I was a man: all would not doe. [l. 1092] A plague of all Cowards: let them speake; if they speake [l. 1093] more or lesse then truth, they are villaines, and the sonnes [l. 1094] of darknesse.

Prince.

[1095] Speake sirs, how was it?

Gad.

[1096] We foure set vpon some dozen.

Falst.

[1097] Sixteene, at least, my Lord.

Gad.

[1098] And bound them.

Peto.

[1099] No, no, they were not bound.

Falst.

[1100] You Rogue, they were bound, euery man of [l. 1101] them, or I am a Iew else, an Ebrew Iew.

Gad.

[1102] As we were sharing, some sixe or seuen fresh men [l. 1103] set vpon vs.

Falst.

[1104] And vnbound the rest, and then come in the [l. 1105] other.

Prince.

[1106] What, fought yee with them all?

Falst.

[1107] All? I know not what yee call all: but if I [l. 1108] fought not with fiftie of them, I am a bunch of Radish: [l. 1109] if there were not two or three and fiftie vpon poore olde [l. 1110] Iack, then am I no two‑legg'd Creature.

Poin.

[1111] Pray Heauen, you haue not murthered some of [l. 1112] them.

Falst.

[1113] Nay, that's past praying for, I haue pepper'd [l. 1114] two of them: Two I am sure I haue payed, two Rogues [l. 1115] in Buckrom Sutes. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a [l. 1116] Lye, spit in my face, call me Horse: thou knowest my olde [l. 1117] word: here I lay, and thus I bore my point; foure Rogues [l. 1118] in Buckrom let driue at me.

Prince.

[1119] What, foure? thou sayd'st but two.euen now.

Falst.

[1120] Foure Hal, I told thee foure.

Poin.

[1121] I, I, he said foure.

Falst.

[1122] These foure came all a‑front, and mainely thrust [l. 1123] at me; I made no more adoe, but tooke all their seuen [l. 1124] points in my Targuet, thus.

Prince.

[1125] Seuen? why there were but foure, euen now.

Falst.

[1126] In Buckrom.

Poin.

[1127] I, foure, in Buckrom Sutes.

Falst.

[1128] Seuen, by these Hilts, or I am a Villaine else.

Prin.

[1129] Prethee let him alone, we shall haue more anon.

Falst.

[1130] Doest thou heare me, Hal?

Prin.

[1131] I, and marke thee too, Iack.

Falst.

[1132] Doe so, for it is worth the listning too: these [l. 1133] nine in Buckrom, that I told thee of.

Prin.

[1134] So, two more alreadie.

Falst.

[1135] Their Points being broken.

Poin.

[1136] Downe fell his Hose.

Falst.

[1137] Began to giue me ground: but I followed me [l. 1138] close, came in foot and hand; and with a thought, seuen of [l. 1139] the eleuen I pay'd.

Prin.

[1140] O monstrous! eleuen Buckrom men growne [l. 1141] out of two?

Falst.

[1142] But as the Deuill would haue it, three mis‑be­ [l. 1143] gotten Knaues, in Kendall Greene, came at my Back, and [l. 1144] let driue at me; for it was so darke, Hal, that thou could'st [l. 1145] not see thy Hand.

Prin.

[1146] These Lyes are like the Father that begets them, [l. 1147] grosse as a Mountaine, open, palpable. Why thou Clayߛ [l. 1148] brayn'd Guts, thou Knotty‑pated Foole, thou Horson ob­ [l. 1149] scene greasie Tallow Catch.

Falst.

[1150] What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the [l. 1151] truth, the truth?

Prin.

[1152] Why, how could'st thou know these men in [l. 1153] Kendall Greene, when it was so darke, thou could'st not [l. 1154] see thy Hand? Come, tell vs your reason: what say'st thou [l. 1155] to this?

Poin.

[1156] Come, your reason Iack, your reason.

Falst.

[1157] What, vpon compulsion? No: were I at the [l. 1158] Strappado, or all the Racks in the World, I would not [l. 1159] tell you on compulsion. Giue you a reason on compulsi­ [l. 1160] on? If Reasons were as plentie as Black‑berries, I would [l. 1161] giue no man a Reason vpon compulsion, I.

Prin.

[1162] Ile be no longer guiltie of this sinne. This san­ [l. 1163] guine Coward, this Bed‑presser, this Hors‑back‑breaker, [l. 1164] this huge Hill of Flesh.

Falst.

[1165] Away you Starueling, you Elfe‑skin, you dried [l. 1166] Neats tongue, Bulles‑pissell, you stocke‑fish: O for breth [l. 1167] to vtter. What is like thee? You Tailors yard, you sheath [l. 1168] you Bow‑case, you vile standing tucke.

Prin.

[1169] Well, breath a‑while, and then to't againe: and [l. 1170] when thou hast tyr'd thy selfe in base comparisons, heare [l. 1171] me speake but thus.

Poin.

[1172] Marke Iacke.

Prin.

[1173] We two, saw you foure set on foure and bound [l. 1174] them, and were Masters of their Wealth: mark now how [l. 1175] a plaine Tale shall put you downe. Then did we two, set [l. 1176] on you foure, and with a word, outfac'd you from your [l. 1177] prize, and haue it: yea, and can shew it you in the House. [l. 1178] And Falstaffe, you caried your Guts away as nimbly, with [l. 1179] as quicke dexteritie, and roared for mercy, and still ranne [l. 1180] and roar'd, as euer I heard Bull‑Calfe. What a Slaue art [l. 1181] thou, to hacke thy sword as thou hast done, and then say [l. 1182] it was in fight. What trick? what deuice? what starting [l. 1183] hole canst thou now find out, to hide thee from this open [l. 1184] and apparant shame?

Poines.

[1185] Come, let's heare Iacke: What tricke hast [l. 1186] thou now?

Fal.

[1187] I knew ye as well as he that made ye. Why heare [l. 1188] ye my Masters, was it for me to kill the Heire apparant? [l. 1189] Should I turne vpon the true Prince? Why, thou knowest [l. 1190] I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware Instinct, the Lion [l. 1191] will not touch the true Prince: Instinct is a great matter. [l. 1192] I was a Coward on Instinct: I shall thinke the better of [l. 1193] my selfe, and thee, during my life: I, for a valiant Lion, [l. 1194] and thou for a true Prince. But Lads, I am glad you haue [l. 1195] the Mony. Hostesse, clap to the doores: watch to night, [l. 1196] pray to morrow. Gallants, Lads, Boyes, Harts of Gold, [l. 1197] all the good Titles of Fellowship come to you. What, [l. 1198] shall we be merry? shall we haue a Play extempory.

Prin.

[1199] Content, and the argument shall be, thy runing [l. 1200] away.

Fal.

[1201] A, no more of that Hall, and thou louest me.

Host.

[1202] My Lord, the Prince?

Prin.

[1203] How now my Lady the Hostesse, what say'st [l. 1204] thou to me?

Hostesse.

[1205] Marry, my Lord, there is a Noble man of the [l. 1206] Court at doore would speake with you: hee sayes, hee [l. 1207] comes from your Father.

Prin.

[1208] Giue him as much as will make him a Royall [l. 1209] man, and send him backe againe to my Mother.

Falst.

[1210] What manner of man is hee?

Hostesse.

[1211] An old man.

Falst.

[1212] What doth Grauitie out of his Bed at Midnight? [l. 1213] Shall I giue him his answere?

Prin.

[1214] Prethee doe Iacke.

Falst.

[1215] 'Faith, and Ile send him packing.

Prince.

[1216] Now Sirs: you fought faire; so did you [l. 1217] Peto, so did you Bardol: you are Lyons too, you ranne [l. 1218] away vpon instinct: you will not touch the true Prince; [l. 1219] no, fie.

Bard.

[1220] 'Faith, I ranne when I saw others runne.

Prin.

[1221] Tell mee now in earnest, how came Falstaffes [l. 1222] Sword so hackt?

Peto.

[1223] Why, he hackt it with his Dagger, and said, hee [l. 1224] would sweare truth out of England, but hee would make [l. 1225] you beleeue it was done in fight, and perswaded vs to doe [l. 1226] the like.

Bard.

[1227] Yea, and to tickle our Noses with Spear‑grasse, [l. 1228] to make them bleed, and then to beslubber our garments [l. 1229] with it, and sweare it was the blood of true men. I did [l. 1230] that I did not this seuen yeeres before, I blusht to heare [l. 1231] his monstrous deuices.

Prin.

[1232] O Villaine, thou stolest a Cup of Sacke eigh­ [l. 1233] teene yeeres agoe, and wert taken with the manner, and [l. 1234] euer since thou hast blusht extempore: thou hadst fire [l. 1235] and sword on thy side, and yet thou ranft away; what [l. 1236] instinct hadst thou for it ?

Bard.

[1237] My Lord, doe you see these Meteors? doe you [l. 1238] behold these Exhalations?

Prin.

[1239] I doe.

Bard.

[1240] What thinke you they portend?

Prin.

[1241] Hot Liuers, and cold Purses.

Bard.

[1242] Choler, my Lord, if rightly taken.

Prin.

[1243] No, if rightly taken, Halter.

[1244] Heere comes leane Iacke, heere comes bare‑bone. How [l. 1245] now my sweet Creature of Bombast, how long is't agoe, [l. 1246] Iacke, since thou saw'st thine owne Knee?

Falst.

[1247] My owne Knee? When I was about thy yeeres [l. 1248] (Hal) I was not an Eagles Talent in the Waste, I could [l. 1249] haue crept into any Aldermans Thumbe‑Ring: a plague [l. 1250] of sighing and griefe, it blowes a man vp like a Bladder. [l. 1251] There's villanous Newes abroad: heere was Sir Iohn [l. 1252] Braby from your Father; you must goe to the Court in [l. 1253] the Morning. The same mad fellow of the North, Percy; [l. 1254] and hee of Wales, that gaue Amamon the Bastinado, [l. 1255] and made Lucifer Cuckold, and swore the Deuill his true [l. 1256] Liege‑man vpon the Crosse of a Welch‑hooke; what a [l. 1257] plague call you him?

Poin.

[1258] O, Glendower.

Falst.

[1259] Owen, Owen; the same, and his Sonne in Law [l. 1260] Mortimer, and old Northumberland, and the sprightly [l. 1261] Scot of Scots, Dowglas, that runnes a Horse‑backe vp a [l. 1262] Hill perpendicular.

Prin.

[1263] Hee that rides at high speede, and with a Pistoll [l. 1264] kills a Sparrow flying.

Falst.

[1265] You haue hit it.

Prin.

[1266] So did he neuer the Sparrow.

Falst.

[1267] Well, that Rascall hath good mettall in him, [l. 1268] hee will not runne.

Prin.

[1269] Why, what a Rascall art thou then, to prayse him [l. 1270] so for running?

Falst.

[1271] A Horse‑backe (ye Cuckoe) but a foot hee will [l. 1272] not budge a foot.

Prin.

[1273] Yes Iacke, vpon instinct.

Falst.

[1274] I grant ye, vpon instinct: Well, hee is there too, [l. 1275] and one Mordake, and a thousand blew‑Cappes more. [l. 1276] Worcester is stolne away by Night: thy Fathers Beard is [l. 1277] turn'd white with the Newes; you may buy Land now [l. 1278] as cheape as stinking Mackrell.

Prin.

[1279] Then 'tis like, if there come a hot Sunne, and this I [l. 1280] ciuill buffetting hold, wee shall buy Maiden‑heads as [l. 1281] they buy Hob‑nayles, by the Hundreds.

Falst.

[1282] By the Masse Lad, thou say'st true, it is like wee [l. 1283] shall haue good trading that way. But tell me Hal, art [l. 1284] not thou horrible afear'd? thou being Heire apparant, I [l. 1285] could the World picke thee out three such Enemyes a­ [l. 1286] gaine, as that Fiend Dowglas, that Spirit Percy, and that [l. 1287] Deuill Glendower? Art not thou horrible afraid? Doth [l. 1288] not thy blood thrill at it?

Prin.

[1289] Not a whit: I lacke some of thy instinct.

Falst.

[1290] Well, thou wilt be horrible chidde to morrow, [l. 1291] when thou commest to thy Father: if thou doe loue me, [l. 1292] practise an answere.

Prin.

[1293] Doe thou stand for my Father, and examine mee [l. 1294] vpon the particulars of my Life.

Falst.

[1295] Shall I? content: This Chayre shall bee my [l. 1296] State, this Dagger my Scepter, and this Cushion my [l. 1297] Crowne.

Prin.

[1298] Thy State is taken for a Ioyn'd‑Stoole, thy Gol­ [l. 1299] den Scepter for a Leaden Dagger, and thy precious rich [l. 1300] Crowne, for a pittifull bald Crowne.

Falst.

[1301] Well, and the fire of Grace be not quite out of [l. 1302] thee, now shalt thou be moued. Giue me a Cup of Sacke [l. 1303] to make mine eyes looke redde, that it may be thought I [l. 1304] haue wept, for I must speake in passion, and I will doe it [l. 1305] in King Cambyses vaine.

Prin.

[1306] Well, heere is my Legge.

Falst.

[1307] And heere is my speech: stand aside Nobilitie.

Hostesse.

[1308] This is excellent sport, yfaith.

Falst.

[1309] Weepe not, sweet Queene, for trickling teares [l. 1310] are vaine.

Hostesse.

[1311] O the Father, how hee holdes his counte­ [l. 1312] nance?

Falst.

[1313] For Gods sake Lords, conuey my trustfull Queen, [l. 1314] For teares doe stop the floud‑gates of her eyes.

Hostesse.

[1315] O rare, he doth it as like one of these harlotry [l. 1316] Players, as euer I see.

Falst.

[1317] Peace good Pint‑pot, peace good Tickle‑braine. [l. 1318] Harry, I doe not onely maruell where thou spendest thy [l. 1319] time; but also, how thou art accompanied: For though [l. 1320] the Camomile, the more it is troden, the faster it growes; [l. 1321] yet Youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it weares. [l. 1322] Thou art my Sonne: I haue partly thy Mothers Word, [l. 1323] partly my Opinion; but chiefely, a villanous tricke of [l. 1324] thine Eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether Lippe, that [l. 1325] doth warrant me. If then thou be Sonne to mee, heere I [l. 1326] lyeth the point: why being Sonne to me, art thou so [l. 1327] poynted at? Shall the blessed Sonne of Heauen proue a [l. 1328] Micher, and eate Black‑berryes? a question not to bee [l. 1329] askt. Shall the Sonne of England proue a Theefe, and [l. 1330] take Purses? a question to be askt. There is a thing, [l. 1331] Harry, which thou hast often heard of, and it is knowne to many {p. 59} The First Part of King Henry the Fourth. [l. 1332] many in our Land, by the Name of Pitch: this Pitch (as [l. 1333] ancient Writers doe report) doth defile; so doth the com­ [l. 1334] panie thou keepest: for Harry, now I doe not speake to [l. 1335] thee in Drinke, but in Teares; not in Pleasure, but in Pas­ [l. 1336] sion; not in Words onely, but in Woes also: and yet [l. 1337] there is a virtuous man whom I haue often noted in thy [l. 1338] companie, but I know not his Name.

Prin.

[1339] What manner of man, and it like your Ma­ [l. 1340] iestie?

Falst.

[1341] A goodly portly man yfaith, and a corpulent, [l. 1342] of a chearefull Looke, a pleasing Eye, and a most noble [l. 1343] Carriage, and as I thinke, his age some fiftie, or (byrlady) [l. 1344] inclining to threescore; and now I remember mee, his [l. 1345] Name is Falstaffe: if that man should be lewdly giuen, [l. 1346] hee deceiues mee; for Harry, I see Vertue in his Lookes. [l. 1347] If then the Tree may be knowne by the Fruit, as the Fruit [l. 1348] by the Tree, then peremptorily I speake it, there is Vertue [l. 1349] in that Falstaffe: him keepe with, the rest banish. And [l. 1350] tell mee now, thou naughtie Varlet, tell mee, where hast [l. 1351] thou beene this moneth?

Prin.

[1352] Do'st thou speake like a King? doe thou stand [l. 1353] for mee, and Ile play my Father.

Falst.

[1354] Depose me: if thou do'st it halfe so grauely, so [l. 1355] maiestically, both in word and matter, hang me vp by the [l. 1356] heeles for a Rabbet‑sucker, or a Poulters Hare.

Prin.

[1357] Well, heere I am set.

Falst.

[1358] And heere I stand: iudge my Masters.

Prin.

[1359] Now Harry, whence come you?

Falst.

[1360] My Noble Lord, from East‑cheape.

Prin.

[1361] The complaints I heare of thee, are grieuous.

Falst.

[1362] Yfaith, my Lord, they are false: Nay, Ile tickle [l. 1363] ye for a young Prince.

Prin.

[1364] Swearest thou, vngracious Boy? Henceforth [l. 1365] ne're looke on me: thou art violently carryed away from [l. 1366] Grace: there is a Deuill haunts thee, in the likenesse of a [l. 1367] fat old Man; a Tunne of Man is thy Companion: Why [l. 1368] do'st thou conuerse with that Trunke of Humors, that [l. 1369] Boulting‑Hutch of Beastlinesse, that swolne Parcell of [l. 1370] Dropsies, that huge Bombard of Sacke, that stuft Cloake­ [l. 1371] bagge of Guts, that rosted Manning Tree Oxe with the [l. 1372] Pudding in his Belly, that reuerend Vice, that grey Ini­ [l. 1373] quitie, that Father Ruffian, that Vanitie in yeeres? where­ [l. 1374] in is he good, but to taste Sacke, and drinke it? wherein [l. 1375] neat and cleanly, but to carue a Capon, and eat it? where­ [l. 1376] in Cunning, but in Craft? wherein Craftie, but in Villa­ [l. 1377] nie? wherein Villanous, but in all things? wherein wor­ [l. 1378] thy, but in nothing?

Falst.

[1379] I would your Grace would take me with you: [l. 1380] whom meanes your Grace?

Prince.

[1381] That villanous abhominable mis‑leader of [l. 1382] Youth, Falstaffe, that old white‑bearded Sathan.

Falst.

[1383] My Lord, the man I know.

Prince.

[1384] I know thou do'st.

Falst.

[1385] But to say, I know more harme in him then in [l. 1386] my selfe, were to say more then I know. That hee is olde [l. 1387] (the more the pittie) his white hayres doe witnesse it: [l. 1388] but that hee is (sauing your reuerence) a Whore‑ma­ [l. 1389] ster, that I vtterly deny. If Sacke and Sugar bee a fault, [l. 1390] Heauen helpe the Wicked: if to be olde and merry, be a [l. 1391] sinne, then many an olde Hoste that I know, is damn'd: [l. 1392] if to be fat, be to be hated, then Pharaohs leane Kine are [l. 1393] to be loued. No, my good Lord, banish Peto, banish [l. 1394] Bardolph, banish Poines: but for sweete Iacke Falstaffe, [l. 1395] kinde Iacke Falstaffe, true Iacke Falstaffe, valiant Iacke Fal­ [l. 1396] staffe, and therefore more valiant, being as hee is olde Iack [l. 1397] Falstaffe, banish not him thy Harryes companie, banish [l. 1398] not him thy Harryes companie; banish plumpe Iacke, and [l. 1399] banish all the World.

Prince.

[1400] I doe, I will.

Bard.

[1401] O, my Lord, my Lord, the Sherife, with a most [l. 1402] most monstrous Watch, is at the doore.

Falst.

[1403] Out you Rogue, play out the Play: I haue much [l. 1404] to say in the behalfe of that Falstaffe.

Hostesse.

[1405] O, my Lord, my Lord.

Falst.

[1406] Heigh, heigh, the Deuill rides vpon a Fiddle­ [l. 1407] sticke: what's the matter?

Hostesse.

[1408] The Sherife and all the Watch are at the [l. 1409] doore: they are come to search the House, shall I let [l. 1410] them in?

Falst.

[1411] Do'st thou heare Hal, neuer call a true peece of [l. 1412] Gold a Counterfeit: thou art essentially made, without [l. 1413] seeming so.

Prince.

[1414] And thou a naturall Coward, without in­ [l. 1415] stinct.

Falst.

[1416] I deny your Maior: if you will deny the [l. 1417] Sherife, so: if not, let him enter. If I become not a Cart [l. 1418] as well as another man, a plague on my bringing vp: I [l. 1419] hope I shall as soone be strangled with a Halter, as ano­ [l. 1420] ther.

Prince.

[1421] Goe hide thee behinde the Arras, the rest [l. 1422] walke vp aboue. Now my Masters, for a true Face and [l. 1423] good Conscience.

Falst.

[1424] Both which I haue had: but their date is out, [l. 1425] and therefore Ile hide me.

Prince.

[1426] Call in the Sherife.

Prince.

[1427] Now Master Sherife, what is your will with [l. 1428] mee?

She.

[1429] First pardon me, my Lord. A Hue and Cry hath [l. 1430] followed certaine men vnto this house.

Prince.

[1431] What men?

She.

[1432] One of them is well knowne, my gracious Lord, [l. 1433] a grosse fat man.

Car.

[1434] As fat as Butter.

Prince.

She.

Prince.

She.

[1446] Good Night, my Noble Lord.

Prince.

[1447] I thinke it is good Morrow, is it not?

She.

[1448] Indeede, my Lord, I thinke it be two a Clocke.

Prince.

[1449] This oyly Rascall is knowne as well as Poules: [l. 1450] goe call him forth.

Peto.

[1451] Falstaffe? fast asleepe behinde the Arras, and [l. 1452] snorting like a Horse.

Prince.

[1453] Harke, how hard he fetches breath: search his [l. 1454] Pockets.

Prince.

[1455] What hast thou found?

Peto.

[1456] Nothing but Papers, my Lord.

Prince.

[1457] Let's see, what be they? reade them.

Peto.

[1458] Item, a Capon. ii.s.ii.d. [l. 1459] Item, sawce. iiii.d. [l. 1460] Item, Sacke, two Gallons. v.s.viii.d. [l. 1461] Item, Anchoues and Sacke after Supper. ii.s.vi.d. [l. 1462] Item, Bread. ob.

Prince.

[1463] O monstrous, but one halfe penny‑worth of [l. 1464] Bread to this intollerable deale of Sacke? What there is [l. 1465] else, keepe close, wee'le reade it at more aduantage: there [l. 1466] let him sleepe till day. Ile to the Court in the Morning: [l. 1467] Wee must all to the Warres, and thy place shall be hono­ [l. 1468] rable. Ile procure this fat Rogue a Charge of Foot, [l. 1469] and I know his death will be a Match of Twelue‑score. [l. 1470] The Money shall be pay'd backe againe with aduantage. [l. 1471] Be with me betimes in the Morning: and so good mor­ [l. 1472] row Peto.

Peto.

[1473] Good morrow, good my Lord.

Mort.

Hotsp.

Glend.

Hotsp.

[1485] And you in Hell, as oft as he heares Owen Glen­ [l. 1486] dower spoke of.

Glend.

Hotsp.

[1492] Why so it would haue done at the same season, [l. 1493] if your Mothers Cat had but kitten'd, though your selfe [l. 1494] had neuer beene borne.

Glend.

[1495] I say the Earth did shake when I was borne.

Hotsp.

[1496] And I say the Earth was not of my minde, [l. 1497] if you suppose, as fearing you, it shooke.

Glend.

[1498] The Heauens were all on fire, the Earth did [l. 1499] tremble.

Hotsp.

Glend.

Hotsp.

[1527] I thinke there's no man speakes better Welsh: [l. 1528] Ile to Dinner.

Mort.

Glend.

Hotsp.

Glend.

[1533] Why, I can teach thee, Cousin, to command the [l. 1534] Deuill.

Hotsp.

Mort.

[1540] Come, come, no more of this vnprofitable [l. 1541] Chat.

Glend.

Hotsp.

Glend.

Mort.

Glend.

Vpon {p. 61} The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.

Hotsp.

Glend.

Mort.

Worc.

Hotsp.

Glend.

[1595] Ile not haue it alter'd.

Hotsp.

[1596] Will not you?

Glend.

[1597] No, nor you shall not.

Hotsp.

[1598] Who shall say me nay?

Glend.

[1599] Why, that will I.

Hotsp.

[1600] Let me not vnderstand you then, speake it in [l. 1601] Welsh.

Glend.

Hotsp.

Glend.

[1616] Come, you shall haue Trent turn'd.

Hotsp.

Glend.

Mort.

[1628] Fie, Cousin Percy, how you crosse my Fa­ [l. 1629] ther.

Hotsp.

Mort.

Worc.

Hotsp.

Mort.

Glend.

Mort.

Glend.

Mort.

Mort.

Makes {p. 62} The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.

Glend.

Mort.

Glend.

Mort.

Glend.

Hotsp.

Lady.

Hotsp.

Lady.

Hotsp.

[1725] I had rather heare (Lady) my Brach howle in [l. 1726] Irish.

Lady.

[1727] Wbuld'st haue thy Head broken?

Hotsp.

[1728] No.

Lady.

[1729] Then be still.

Hotsp.

[1730] Neyther, 'tis a Womans fault.

Lady.

[1731] Now God helpe thee.

Hotsp.

[1732] To the Welsh Ladies Bed.

Lady.

[1733] What's that?

Hotsp.

[1734] Peace, shee sings.

Hotsp.

[1735] Come, Ile haue your Song too.

Lady.

[1736] Not mine, in good sooth.

Hotsp.

Lady.

[1748] I will not sing.

Hotsp.

[1749] 'Tis the next way to turne Taylor, or be Red‑ [l. 1750] brest reacher: and the Indentures be drawne, Ile away [l. 1751] within these two howres: and so come in, when yee [l. 1752] will.

Glend.

Mart.

King.

Prince.

King.

That {p. 63} The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.

Prince.

King.

Prince.

King.

Blunt.

King.

f Through {p. 64} The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.

Falst.

[1942] Bardolph, am I not falne away vilely, since this [l. 1943] last action? doe I not bate? doe I not dwindle? Why [l. 1944] my skinne hangs about me like an olde Ladies loose [l. 1945] Gowne: I am withered like an olde Apple Iohn. Well, [l. 1946] Ile repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; [l. 1947] I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall haue no [l. 1948] strength to repent. And I haue not forgotten what the [l. 1949] in‑side of a Church is made of, I am a Pepper‑Corne, a [l. 1950] Brewers Horse, the in‑side of a Church. Company, villa­ [l. 1951] nous Company hath been the spoyle of me.

Bard.

[1952] Sir Iohn, you are so fretfull, you cannot liue [l. 1953] long.

Falst.

[1954] Why there is it: Come, sing me a bawdy Song, [l. 1955] make me merry: I was as vertuously giuen, as a Gentle­ [l. 1956] man need to be; vertuous enough, swore little, dic'd not [l. 1957] aboue seuen times a weeke, went to a Bawdy‑house not [l. 1958] aboue once in a quarter of an houre, payd Money that I [l. 1959] borrowed, three or foure times; liued well, and in good [l. 1960] compasse: and now I liue out of all order, out of com­ [l. 1961] passe.

Bard.

[1962] Why, you are so fat, Sir Iohn, that you must [l. 1963] needes bee out of all compasse; out of all reasonable [l. 1964] compasse Sir Iohn.

Falst.

[1965] Doe thou amend thy Face, and Ile amend thy [l. 1966] Life: Thou art our Admirall, thou bearest the Lanterne [l. 1967] in the Poope, but 'tis in the Nose of thee; thou art the [l. 1968] Knight of the burning Lampe.

Bard.

[1969] Why, Sir Iohn, my Face does you no harme.

Falst.

[1970] No, Ile be sworne: I make as good vse of it, as [l. 1971] many a man doth of a Deaths‑Head, or a Memento Mori. [l. 1972] I neuer see thy Face, but I thinke vpon Hell fire, and Diues [l. 1973] that liued in Purple; for there he is in his Robes burning, [l. 1974] burning. If thou wert any way giuen to vertue, I would [l. 1975] sweare by thy Face; my Oath should bee, By this Fire: [l. 1976] But thou art altogether giuen ouer; and wert indeede, [l. 1977] but for the Light in thy Face, the Sunne of vtter Darke­ [l. 1978] nesse. When thou ran'st vp Gads‑Hill in the Night, to [l. 1979] catch my Horse, if I did not thinke that thou hadst beene [l. 1980] an Ignis fatuus, or a Ball of Wild‑fire, there's no Purchase [l. 1981] in Money. O, thou art a perpetual Triumph, an euer­ [l. 1982] lasting Bone‑fire‑Light: thou hast saued me a thousand [l. 1983] Markes in Linkes and Torches, walking with thee in the [l. 1984] Night betwixt Tauerne and Tauerne: But the Sack that [l. 1985] thou hast drunke me, would haue bought me Lights as [l. 1986] good cheape, as the dearest Chandlers in Europe. I haue [l. 1987] maintain'd that Salamander of yours with fire, any time [l. 1988] this two and thirtie yeeres, Heauen reward me for it.

Bard.

[1989] I would my Face were in your Belly.

Falst.

[1990] So should I be sure to be heart‑burn'd.

[1991] How now, Dame Partlet the Hen, haue you enquir'd yet [l. 1992] who pick'd my Pocket?

Hostesse.

[1993] Why Sir John, what doe you thinke, Sir Iohn? [l. 1994] doe you thinke I keepe Theeues in my House? I haue [l. 1995] search'd, I haue enquired, so haz my Husband, Man by [l. 1996] Man, Boy by Boy, Seruant by Seruant: the tight of a [l. 1997] hayre was neuer lost in my house before.

Falst.

[1998] Ye lye Hostesse: Bardolph was shau'd, and lost [l. 1999] many a hayre; and Ile be sworne my Pocket was pick'd: [l. 2000] goe to, you are a Woman, goe.

Hostesse.

[2001] Who I? I defie thee: I was neuer call'd so [l. 2002] in mine owne house before.

Falst.

[2003] Goe to, I know you well enough.

Hostesse.

[2004] No, Sir Iohn, you doe not know me, Sir Iohn: [l. 2005] I know you, Sir Iohn: you owe me Money, Sir Iohn, and [l. 2006] now you picke a quarrell, to beguile me of it: I bought [l. 2007] you a dozen of Shirts to your Backe.

Falst.

[2008] Doulas, filthy Doulas: I haue giuen them [l. 2009] away to Bakers Wiues, and they haue made Boulters of [l. 2010] them.

Hostesse.

[2011] Now was I am a true Woman, Holland of eight [l. 2012] shillings an Ell: You owe Money here besides, Sir Iohn, [l. 2013] for your Dyet, and by‑Drinkings, and Money lent you, [l. 2014] foure and twentie pounds.

Falst.

[2015] Hee had his part of it, let him pay.

Hostesse.

[2016] Hee? alas hee is poore, hee hath no­ [l. 2017] thing.

Falst.

[2018] How? Poore? Looke vpon his Face: What call [l. 2019] you Rich? Let them coyne his Nose, let them coyne his [l. 2020] Cheekes, Ile not pay a Denier. What, will you make a [l. 2021] Younker of me? Shall I not take mine ease in mine Inne, [l. 2022] but I shall haue my Pocket pick'd? I haue lost a Seale­ [l. 2023] Ring of my Grand‑fathers, worth fortie Marke.

Hostesse.

[2024] I haue heard the Prince tell him, I know not [l. 2025] how oft, that that Ring was Copper.

Falst.

[2026] How? the Prince is a Iacke, a Sneake‑Cuppe: [l. 2027] and if hee were heere, I would cudgell him like a Dogge, [l. 2028] if hee would say so.

Falst.

[2029] How now Lad? is the Winde in that Doore? [l. 2030] Must we all march?

Bard.

[2031] Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.

Hostesse.

[2032] My Lord, I pray you heare me.

Prince.

[2033] What say'st thou, Mistresse Quickly? How [l. 2034] does thy Husband? 1 loue him well, hee is an honest [l. 2035] man.

Hostesse.

[2036] Good, my Lord, heare mee.

Falst.

[2037] Prethee let her alone, and list to mee.

Prince.

[2038] What say'st thou, Iacke?

Falst.

[2039] The other Night I fell asleepe heere behind the [l. 2040] Arras, and had my Pocket pickt: this House is turn'd [l. 2041] Bawdy‑house, they picke Pockets.

Prince.

[2042] What didst thou lose, Iacke?

Falst.

[2043] Wilt thou beleeue me, Hal? Three or foure Bonds [l. 2044] of fortie pound apeece, and a Seale‑Ring of my Grand­ [l. 2045] fathers.

Prince.

[2046] A Trifle, some eight‑penny matter.

Host.

[2047] So I told him, my Lord; and I said, I heard your [l. 2048] Grace say so: and (my Lord) hee speakes most vilely of [l. 2049] you, like a foule‑mouth'd man as hee is, and said, hee [l. 2050] would cudgell you.

Prince.

[2051] What hee did not?

Host.

[2052] There's neyther Faith, Truth, nor Woman‑hood [l. 2053] in me else.

Falst.

[2054] There's no more faith in thee then a stu'de Prune; [l. 2055] nor no more truth in thee, then in a drawne Fox: and for [l. 2056] Wooman‑hood, Maid‑marian may be the Deputies wife [l. 2057] of the Ward to thee. Go you nothing: go.

Host.

[2058] Say, what thing? what thing?

Falst.

[2059] What thing? why a thing to thanke heauen on.

Host.

[2060] I am no thing to thanke heauen on, I wold thou [l. 2061] shouldst know it: I am an honest mans wife: and setting [l. 2062] thy Knighthood aside, thou art a knaue to call me so.

Falst.

[2063] Setting thy woman‑hood aside, thou art a beast [l. 2064] to say otherwise.

Host.

[2065] Say, what beast, thou knaue thou?

Fal.

[2066] What beast? Why an Otter.

Prin.

[2067] An Otter, sir Iohn? Why an Otter?

Fal.

[2068] Why? She's neither fish nor flesh; a man knowes not where to haue her.

Host.

[2069] Thou art vniust man in saying so; thou, or anie [l. 2070] man knowes where to haue me, thou knaue thou.

Prince.

[2071] Thou say'st true Hostesse, and he slanders thee most grossely.

Host.

[2072] So he doth you, my Lord, and sayde this other [l. 2073] day, You ought him a thousand pound.

Prince.

[2074] Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?

Falst.

[2075] A thousand pound Hal? A Million. Thy loue is [l. 2076] worth a Million: thou ow'st me thy loue.

Host.

[2077] Nay my Lord, he call'd you Iacke, and said hee [l. 2078] would cudgell you.

Fal.

[2079] Did I, Bardolph?

Bar.

[2080] Indeed Sir Iohn, you said so.

Fal.

[2081] Yea, if he said my Ring was Copper.

Prince.

[2082] I say 'tis Copper. Dar'st thou bee as good as [l. 2083] thy word now?

Fal.

[2084] Why Hal? thou know'st, as thou art but a man, I [l. 2085] dare: but, as thou art a Prince, I feare thee, as I feare the [l. 2086] roaring of the Lyons Whelpe.

Prince.

[2087] And why not as the Lyon?

Fal.

[2088] The King himselfe is to bee feared as the Lyon: [l. 2089] Do'st thou thinke Ile feare thee, as I feare thy Father? nay [l. 2090] if I do, let my Girdle breake.

Prin.

[2091] O, if it should. how would thy guttes fall about [l. 2092] thy knees. But sirra: There's no roome for Faith, Truth, [l. 2093] nor Honesty, in this bosome of thine: it is all fill'd vppe [l. 2094] with Guttes and Midriffe. Charge an honest Woman [l. 2095] with picking thy pocket? Why thou horson impudent [l. 2096] imbost Rascall, if there were any thing in thy Pocket but [l. 2097] Tauerne Recknings, Memorandums of Bawdie‑houses, [l. 2098] and one poore peny‑worth of Sugar‑candie to make thee [l. 2099] long‑winded: if thy pocket were enrich'd with anie o­ [l. 2100] ther iniuries but these, I am a Villaine: And yet you will [l. 2101] stand to it, you will not Pocket vp wrong. Art thou not [l. 2102] asham'd?

Fal.

[2103] Do'st thou heare Hal? Thou know'st in the state [l. 2104] of Innocency, Adam fell: and what should[.]poore Iacke [l. 2105] Falstaffe do, in the days of Villany? Thou seest, I haue [l. 2106] more flesh then another man, and therefore more frailty. [l. 2107] You confesse then you pickt my Pocket?

Prin.

[2108] It appears so by the story.

Fal.

[2115] Now Hal, to the newes at Court for the Robbery, Lad? [l. 2116] How is that answered?

Prin.

Fal.

[2120] O, I do not like that paying backe, 'tis a double [l. 2121] Labour.

Prin.

[2122] I am good Friends with my Father, and may do [l. 2123] any thing.

Fal.

[2124] Rob me the Exchequer the first thing thou do'st, [l. 2125] and do it with vnwash'd hands too.

Bard.

[2126] Do my Lord.

Prin.

[2127] I haue procured thee Iacke, a Charge of Foot.

Fal.

[2128] I would it had beene of Horse. Where shal I finde [l. 2129] one that can steale well? O, for a fine theefe of two and [l. 2130] twentie, or thereabout: I am heynously vnprouided. Wel [l. 2131] God be thanked for these Rebels, they offend none but [l. 2132] the Vertuous. I laud them, I praise them.

Prin.

[2133] Bardolph.

Bar.

[2134] My Lord.

Prin.

Fal.

Hot.

Dow.

Hot.

[2160] Do so, and 'tis well. What Letters hast there? [l. 2161] I can but thanke you.

Mess.

[2162] These Letters come from your Father.

Hot.

Mes.

Hot.

Mess.

Wor.

Mess.

Wor.

Hotsp.

Wor.

[2192] Your Fathers sicknesse is a mayme to vs.

Hots.

Dowg.

Hotsp.

Wor.

Hotsp.

Dowg.

Hotsp.

Vern.

Hotsp.

Vern.

Hotsp.

Vern.

Hotsp.

Ver.

Dowg.

Wor.

Hotsp.

Ver.

[2288] To thirty thousand.

Hot.

Dow.

Falst.

[2296] Bardolph, get thee before to Couentry, fill me a [l. 2297] Bottle of Sack, our Souldiers shall march through: wee'le [l. 2298] to Sutton‑cop‑hill to Night.

Bard.

[2299] Will you giue me Money, Captaine?

Falst.

[2300] Lay out, lay out.

Bard.

[2301] This Bottle makes an Angell.

Falst.

[2302] And if it doe, take it for thy labour: and if it [l. 2303] make twentie, take them all, Ile answere the Coynage. [l. 2304] Bid my Lieutenant Peto meete me at the Townes end.

Bard.

[2305] I will Captaine: farewell.

Falst.

[2306] If I be not asham'd of my Souldiers, I am a [l. 2307] sowc't‑Gurnet: I haue mis‑vs'd the Kings Presse dam­ [l. 2308] nably. I haue got, in exchange of a hundred and fiftie [l. 2309] Souldiers, three hundred and odde Pounds. I presse me [l. 2310] none but good House‑holders, Yeomens Sonnes: enquire [l. 2311] me out contracted Batchelers, such as had beene ask'd [l. 2312] twice on the Banes: such a Commoditie of warme slaues, [l. 2313] as had as lieue heare the Deuill, as a Drumme; such as [l. 2314] feare the report of a Caliuer, worse then a struck‑Foole, [l. 2315] or a hurt wilde‑Ducke. I prest me none but such Tostes [l. 2316] and Butter, with Hearts in their Bellyes no bigger then [l. 2317] Pinnes heads, and they haue bought out their seruices: [l. 2318] And now, my whole Charge consists of Ancients, Cor­ [l. 2319] porals, Lieutenants, Gentlemen of Companies, Slaues as [l. 2320] ragged as Lazarus in the painted Cloth, where the Glut­ [l. 2321] tons Dogges licked his Sores; and such, as indeed were [l. 2322] neuer Souldiers, but dis‑carded vniust Seruingmen, youn­ [l. 2323] ger Sonnes to younger Brothers, reuolted Tapsters and [l. 2324] Ostlers, Trade‑falne, the Cankers of a calme World, and [l. 2325] long Peace, tenne times more dis‑honorable ragged, then [l. 2326] an old‑fac'd Ancient; and such haue I to fill vp the [l. 2327] roomes of them that haue bought out their seruices: that [l. 2328] you would thinke, that I had a hundred and fiftie totter'd [l. 2329] Prodigalls, lately come from Swine‑keeping, from eating [l. 2330] Draffe and Huskes. A mad fellow met me on the way, [l. 2331] and told me, I had vnloaded all the Gibbets, and prest the [l. 2332] dead bodyes. No eye hath seene such skar‑Crowes: Ile [l. 2333] not march through Couentry with them, that's flat. Nay, [l. 2334] and the Villaines march wide betwixt the Legges, as if [l. 2335] they had Gyues on; for indeede, I had the most of them [l. 2336] out of Prison. There's not a Shirt and a halfe in all my [l. 2337] Company: and the halfe Shirt is two Napkins tackt to­ [l. 2338] gether, and throwne ouer the shoulders like a Heralds [l. 2339] Coat, without sleeues: and the Shirt, to say the truth, [l. 2340] stolne from my Host of Saint Albones, or the Red‑Nose [l. 2341] Inne‑keeper of Dauintry. But that's all one, they'le finde [l. 2342] Linnen enough on euery Hedge.

Prince.

[2343] How now blowne Iack? how now Quilt?

Falst.

[2344] What Hal? How now mad Wag, what a Deuill [l. 2345] do'st thou in Warwickshire? My good Lord of West­ [l. 2346] merland, I cry you mercy, I thought your Honour had al­ [l. 2347] ready beene at Shrewsbury.

West.

[2348] 'Faith, Sir Iohn,'tis more then time that I were [l. 2349] there, and you too: but my Powers are there alreadie. [l. 2350] The King, I can tell you, lookes for vs all: we must away [l. 2351] all to Night.

Falst.

[2352] Tut, neuer fear me, I am as vigilant as a Cat, to [l. 2353] steale Creame.

Prince.

[2354] I thinke to steale Creame indeed, for thy theft [l. 2355] hath alreadie made thee Butter: but tell me, Iack, whose [l. 2356] fellowes are these that come after?

Falst.

[2357] Mine, Hal, mine.

Prince.

[2358] I did neuer see such pittifull Rascals.

Falst.

[2359] Tut, tut, good enough to tosse: foode for Pow­ [l. 2360] der, foode for Powder: they'le fill a Pit, as well as better: [l. 2361] tush man; mortall men, mortall men.

Westm.

[2362] I, but Sir Iohn, me thinkes they are exceeding [l. 2363] poore and bare, too beggarly.

Falst.

[2364] Faith, for their pouertie, I know not where they [l. 2365] had that; and for their barenesse, I am sure they neuer [l. 2366] learn'd that of me.

Prince.

[2367] No, Ile be sworne, vnlesse you call three fingers [l. 2368] on the Ribbes bare. But sirra, make haste, Percy is already [l. 2369] in the field.

Falst.

[2370] What, is the King encamp'd?

Westm.

[2371] Hee is, Sir Iohn, I feare wee shall stay too [l. 2372] long.

Falst.

[2373] Well, to the latter end of a Fray, and the begin­ [l. 2374] ning of a Feast, fits a dull fighter, and a keene Guest.

Hotsp.

Worc.

Dowg.

Vern.

Hotsp.

Vern.

Hotsp.

Worc.

Vern.

Dowg.

Vern.

Dowg.

Vern.

Hotsp.

Vern.

Hotsp.

Worc.

Blunt.

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Blunt.

Hotsp.

Blunt:

Hotsp.

Blunt.

Hotsp.

Blunt.

Hotsp.

Blunt.

Arch.

Sir Mich.

Arch.

Sir Mich.

Arch.

Sir Mic.

Arch.

Sir M.

Arch.

King.

Prin.

King.

King.

Wor.

King.

[2569] You haue not sought it: how comes it then?

Fal.

[2570] Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.

Prin.

[2571] Peace, Chewet, peace.

Wor.

Kin.

Prin.

King.

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Prin.

King.

Fal.

Prin.

Fal.

[2667] I would it were bed time Hal, and all well.

Prin.

[2668] Why, thou ow'st heauen a death.

Fast.

[2669] 'Tis not due yet: I would bee loath to pay him [l. 2670] before his day. What neede I bee so forward with him, [l. 2671] that call's not on me? Well, 'tis no matter, Honor prickes [l. 2672] me on. But how if Honour pricke me off when I come [l. 2673] on? How then? Can Honour set too a legge? No: or an [l. 2674] arme? No: Or take away the greefe of a wound? No. [l. 2675] Honour hath no skill in Surgerie, then? No. What is Ho­ [l. 2676] nour? A word. What is that word Honour? Ayre: A [l. 2677] trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that dy'de a Wednes­ [l. 2678] day. Doth he feele it? No. Doth hee heare it? No. Is it [l. 2679] insensible then? yea, to the dead. But wil it not liue with [l. 2680] the liuing? No. Why? Detraction wil not suffer it, ther­ [l. 2681] fore Ile none of it. Honour is a meere Scutcheon, and so [l. 2682] ends my Catechisme.

Wor.

Ver.

Wor.

Ver.

Hot.

Wor.

Dow.

Hot.

Dow.

Wor.

Hot.

Wor.

Dow.

Wor.

Hot.

Ver.

Hot.

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Mes.

[2763] My Lord, heere are Letters for you.

Hot.

Mes.

Hot.

King.

[2844] I prethee Harry withdraw thy selfe, thou blee­ [l. 2845] dest too much: Lord Iohn of Lancaster, go you with him.

P. Ioh.

Prin.

King.

West.

Prin.

Ioh.

Prin.

King.

Prin.

[2866] O this Boy, lends mettall to vs all.

Dow.

King.

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Dow.

Prin.

King.

Prin.

K.

Hot.

Prin.

Hot.

Prin.

Hot.

Prin.

Hot.

Fal.

[2917] Well said Hal, to it Hal. Nay you shall finde no [l. 2918] Boyes play heere, I can tell you.

Hot.

Prin.

Falst.

[2953] Imbowell'd? if thou imbowell mee to day, Ile [l. 2954] giue you leaue to powder me, and eat me too to morrow. [l. 2955] 'Twas time to counterfet, or that hotte Termagant Scot, [l. 2956] had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I am no coun­ [l. 2957] terfeit; to dye, is to be counterfeit, for hee is but the [l. 2958] counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a man: But [l. 2959] to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liueth, is to be [l. 2960] no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life in­ [l. 2961] deede. The better part of V[..]our, is Discretion; in the [l. 2962] which better part, I haue saued my life. I am affraide of [l. 2963] this Gun‑powder Percy though he be dead. How if hee [l. 2964] should counterfeit too, and rise? I am afraid hee would [l. 2965] proue the better counterfeit: therefore Ile make him sure: [l. 2966] yea, and Ile sweare I kill'd him. Why may not hee rise as [l. 2967] well as I: Nothing confutes me but eyes, and no‑bodie [l. 2968] sees me. Therefore sirra, with a new wound in your thigh [l. 2969] come you along me.

Prin.

[2970] Come Brother Iohn, full brauely hast thou flesht [l. 2971] thy Maiden sword.

Iohn.

Prin.

Fal.

[2979] No, that's certaine: I am not a double man: but [l. 2980] if I be not Iacke Falstaffe, then am I a Iacke: There is Per­ [l. 2981] cy, if your Father will do me any Honor, so: if not, let him [l. 2982] kill the next Percie himselfe. I looke to be either Earle or [l. 2983] Duke, I can assure you.

Prin.

Fal.

[2985] Did'st thou? Lord, Lord, how the world is giuen [l. 2986] to Lying? I graunt you I was downe, and out of Breath, [l. 2987] and so was he, but we rose both at an instant, and fought [l. 2988] a long houre by Shrewsburie clocke. If I may bee belee­ [l. 2989] ued, so: if not, let them that should reward Valour, beare [l. 2990] the sinne vpon their owne heads. Ile take't on my death [l. 2991] I gaue him this wound in the Thigh: if the man vvere a­ [l. 2992] liue, and would deny it, I would make him eate a peece [l. 2993] of my sword.

Iohn.

Prin.

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Fal.

[3002] Ile follow as they say, for Reward. Hee that re­ [l. 3003] wards me, heauen reward him. If I do grow great again, [l. 3004] Ile grow lesse? For Ile purge, and leaue sacke, and liue [l. 3005] cleanly, as a Nobleman should do.

King.

Wor.

King.

Prin.

King.

Prin.

King.