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P. Hen. From a god to a bull ? a heavy declension ! it was Jove's case. From, a prince to a prentice ? a low transformation ! that shall be mine: for, in every thing, the purpose must weigh with the folly. Follow me, Ned. [Exeunt.
P. HEN. Even such kin, as the parish heifers are to the town bull.-Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper?
Poins. I am your shadow, my lord ; I'll follow you.
P. Hen. Sirrah, you boy,--and Bardolph ;no word to your master, that I am yet come to a town: there's for your silence.
Bard. I have no tongue, sir.
P. HEN. Fare ye well; go. [Exeunt BARDOLPH and Page.]—This Doll Tear-sheet should be some road.
Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way between saint Alban's and London.
P. HEN. How might we see Falstaff bestow himself to-night in his true colours, and not ourselves be seen?
Poins. Put on two leathern jerkins, and aprons, and wait upon him at his table as * drawers.
SCENE III.- Warkworth. Before the Castle. Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, LADY NORTHUMBER
LAND, and Lady PERCY. North. I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle
daughter, Give* even way unto my rough affairs : Put not you on the visage of the times, And be, like them, to Percy troublesome. LADY N. I have given over, I will speak no
more: Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide.
(*) First folio inserts, an.
(*) First folin, like. A Yet come to lown :) The folio has, “yet in town."
North. Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at Or it will seek me in another place, pawn;
And find me worse provided. And, but my going, nothing can redeem it.
O, fly to Scotland, Lady P. O, yet for God's* sake, go not to Till that the nobles, and the armed commons, these wars!
Have of their puissance made a little taste. The time was, father, that + you broke your
word, LADY P. If they get ground and vantage of When you were more endeard to it than now; When your own Percy, when my heart-dear Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, Harry,
To make strength stronger; but, for all our loves, Threw many a northward look, to see his father First let them try themselves : so did your son; Bring up his powers ; but he did long in vain. He was so suffer'd ; so came I a widow ; Who then persuaded you to stay at home? And never shall have length of life enough, There were two honours lost; yours, and your To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes, son's.
That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven, For yours,—the God of heaven brighten it! For recordation to my noble husband. For lis,-it stuck upon him, as the sun
North. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with In the grey vault of heaven: anil, by his light, Did all the chivalry of England move
As with the tide swell’d up unto his height, To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass That makes a still-stand, running neither way. Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.b Fain would I go to meet the archbishop, IIe had no legs, that practis’d not his gait: But many thousand reasons hold me back : And speaking thick," which nature made his I will resolve for Scotland; there am I, blemish,
Till time and vantage crave my company, Became the accents of the valiant;
[Ereunt. For those that could speak low, and tardily, Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
SCENE IV.- London. A Room in the Boar's To seem like him. So that, in speech, in gait,
Head Tavern, in Eastcheap.
Enter two Drawers.
there ? apple-Johns ? thou knowest sir John O miracle of men !-him did you leave,
cannot endure an apple-John. (Second to none, unseconded by you,)
2 Draw. Mass,t thou say'st true. To look upon the hideous god of war
once set a dish of apple-Johns before him, and In disadvantage; to abide a field,
told him, there were five more sir Johns: and, Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name putting off his hat, said, I will now take my leare Did seem defensible :—so you left him:
of these sir dry, round, old, withered knights. Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong,
It angered him to the heart ; but he hath forgot To hold your honour more precise and nice
that. With others, than with him ; let them alone ; 1 Draw. Why then, cover, and set them down: The marshal, and the archbishop, are strong :
and see if thou canst find out Sneak's noise ; Ilad my sweet Harry had but half their numbers, mistress Tear-sheet would fain hear some musie. To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck, Dispatch. The room where they supped, is too Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave.
hot ; they'll come in straight.' North.
Beshrew your heart, 2 Draw. Sirrah, here will be the prince, and Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from me, master Poins anon : and they will put on two of With new lamenting ancient oversights.
our jerkins, and aprons; and sir John must not But I must go, and meet with danger there ; know of it: Bardolph hath brought word.
The prince 1 Draw. By the mass,* here will be old utis :*
(*) First folio, Hearen's. (+) First folio, when. # The God of heaven bright 'n il!) So the quarto. The folio reading is, may heavenly glori, brighten it.
b Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.] This concludes the speech in the quarto.
e And speaking thick,-) That is, speaking rapidly. Thus, in “Cymbeline,” Act III, Sc. 2 :
sav, and speak thick,
(*) First folio omits, the deril, (+) First folio omits, Mass.
d An apple-John.) An apple which may be kept without much injury for a couple of years, but, after some time, appears to be shrunk and dried up. The French call it deux-ans, whence, in this country formerly, it was corruptly known as deusants.
e Sneak's noise:) “A noise of musicians" signified a band or company of them. Sneak was probably a jocular name applied to the leader of an itinerant “ noise."
f Dispatch. The room where they supped, is too hot; they'll come in straight.) The folio omits this passage.
Enter FALSTAFF, singing. it will be an excellent stratagem. 2 Draw. I'll see if I can find out Sneak.
Fal. When Arthur first in court-Empty the jordan.—And was a worthy king : (3) [Exit Drawer.] How now, Mistress Doll?
Host. Sick of a calm :D yea, and good faith. * Enter Hostess and Doil TEAR-SHEET.
Fal. So is all her sect; an t they be once in a
calm, they are sick. Host. I'faith,t sweet heart, methinks now you Doll. You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort are in an excellent good temperality: your pulsidge you give me? beats as extraordinarily as heart would desire; and FAL. You make fat rascals, mistress Doll. your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose Doll. I make them ! gluttony and diseases in good truth, la ! But, i'faith,t you have drunk make them ; I make them not. too much canaries; and that's a marvellous Fal. If the cook help to make the gluttony, searching wine, and it perfumes the blood ere you help to make the diseases, Doll: we catch of one & can say,—what's this ? How do you now? you, Doll, we catch of you ; grant that, my poor Doll. Better than I was. Hem !
virtue, grant that. Host. Why, that's || well said; a good heart's DOLL. Ay, marry; our chains, and our jewels. worth gold. Look, here comes sir John.
Fal. Your brooches, pearls, and owches :—for
(*) First folio omits, By the mass. (+) First folio omits, l'faith.
(ID) First folio, was well.
Your brooches, pearls, and owches :-) A fragment of an
(*) First folio, yen goud sooth.
(1) First folio, if. (1) First folio omits, help to. old ballad, “The Boy and the Mantle,” which is reprinted in Percy's “Reliques," vol. III. p. 401, Edit. 1812:
“A kirtle and a mantle,
This boy had him upon,
to serve bravely, is to come halting off, you know: thought on ; therefore take heed what guests you to come off the breach with his pike bent bravely, receive : receive, says he, no swaggering comand to surgery bravely; to venture upon the panions.- - There comes none here ;—you would charged chambers bravely:
bless you to hear what he said :—no, I'll no Doll. Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang swaggerers, yourself!
Fal. He's no swaggerer, hostess ; a tame Host. Why, this is the old fashion ; you cheater, he ; you may stroke him as gently two never meet, but you fall to some discord : as a puppy greyhound : he will not swagger with you are both, in good troth, as rheumatic as two a Barbary hen, if her feathers turn back in any dry toasts ; you cannot one bear with another's show of resistance.-Call him up, drawer. confirmities. What the good-year ! one must
[Exit Drawer. bear, and that must be you : [ To Doll.] you are Host. Cheater, call you him? I will bar no the weaker vessel, as they say, the emptier vessel. honest man my house, nor no cheater : but I do
Doli. Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge not love swaggering; by my troth,* 1 am the worse, full hogshead ? there's a whole merchant's venture when one says—swagger : feel, masters, how I of Bordeaux stuff in him ; you have not seen a shake; look you, I warrant you. hulk better stuffed in the hold. - Come, l'll be Doll. So you do, hostess. friends with thee, Jack: thou art going to the Host. Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, an + wars; and whether I shall ever see thee again, or 't were an aspen leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers. no, there is nobody cares.
Enter Pistol, BARDOLPH, and Page.
Pist. God I save you, sir John ! Draw. Sir, ancient Pistol’sb below, and would Fal. Welcome, ancient Pistol. •Here, Pistol, speak with you.
I charge you with a cup of sack: do you discharge Doli.. Hang him, swaggering rascal ! let him upon mine hostess. not come hither: it is the foul-mouth’dst rogue in Pist. I will discharge upon her, sir John, with England.
two bullets. Host. If he swagger, let him not come here : Fal. She is pistol-proof, sir ; you shall hardly no, by my faith ;* I must live amongst my neigh- offend her. bours ; I'll no swaggerers: I am in good name Host. Come, I'll drink no proofs, nor no bullets; and fame with the very best.—Shut the door ; I'll drink no more than will do me good, for no there comes no swaggerers here! I have not man's pleasure, I. lived all this while, to have swaggering now: shut Pist. Then to you, mistress Dorothy; I will the door, I pray you.
charge you. Fal. Dost thou hear, hostess ?
DOLL. Charge me? I scorn you, scurvy compaHost. Pray you, pacify yourself, sir John ; nion. What! you poor, base, rascally, cheating, there comes no swaggerers here.
lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! Fal. Dost thou hear? it is mine ancient. I am meat for your master.
Host. Tilly-filly, sir John, never tell me ; Pist. I know you, mistress Dorothy. your ancient swaggerer comes not in my doors. Doll. Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy I was before master Tisick, the deputy, the other bung, away! by this wine, I'll thrust my knife in day; and, as he said to me,—'t was no longer ago your mouldy chaps, an & you play the saucy cuttle than Wednesday last, — Neighbour Quickly, with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal ! says ;- master Dumb, our minister, was basket-hilt stale juggler, you !-Since when, I by then :-Neighbour Quickly, says he, receive pray you, sir ?-What! with two points on your those that are civil ; for, saith he, you are in an shoulder ? much ! d
-now he said so, I can tell whereupon ; Pist. I will murder your ruff for this. for, says he, you are an honest woman, and well Fal. No more, Pistol ; || I would not have you
ill name ;
(*) First folio omits, no, by my faith. & Doll. Hang yourself, &c.] This speech is omitted in the folio.
b Ancient Pistol-) in modern phrase, enxign Pistol. The banner and banner bearer of old were called ancient, as they are both now termed ensign.
C A tame cheater,-) Cheater, in old language, usually means gamester, or cozener :-" They call their art by a new-found name, as chealing, themselves cheators, and the dice cheters, borrowing the term from among our lawyers, with whom all such casuals as fall to the lord at the holding of his leets as waifes and straies, and such like, be called cheles, and are accustomably said to be
(*) First folio omits, bimy troth.
(+) First folio, if it. (1) First folio omits, God.
($) First folio, if. (11) First folio omits this spee:h. escheted to the lord's use."-MIIL MUMCHAUNCE, his Discorery of the art of Cheating in False Dyce Play. Tume chenier, how ever, in the sense of a craven bird of some kind, was undoubtedly a cant phrase applied to a petty rogue. Thus, in Beaumont and Fletcher's “Fair Maid of the Inn," Act IV, Sc. 2:-"You are worse than simple widgeons, and will be drawn into the net by this decoy-duck, this tame che ster"
d Much!) An expression of supreme contempt.
go off here: discharge yourself of our company,
Pist. Then, feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis. Pistol.
Come, give’s * some sack. Host. No, good captain Pistol ; not here, sa fortuna me tormenta, la speranza me contenta, sweet captain. DOLL. Captain! thou abominable damned cheater,
Fear we broadsides ? no, let the fiend give fire : art thou not ashamed to be called —captain ? An*
Give me some sack ;-and, sweetheart, lie thou captains were of my mind, they would truncheon
there. [Laying down his sword. you out, for taking their names upon you before
Come we to full points here; and are et cetera's you have earned them. You a captain, you slave!
nothing? for what ? for tearing a poor whore's ruff in a
Fal. Pistol, I would be quiet. bawdy-house ?—He a captain ? hang him, rogue !
Pist. Sweet knight, I kiss thy neif:' what! we he lives upon mouldy stewed prunes, and dried cakes.
have seen the seven stars. A captain ! God's light! these villains will make
Doll. For God's sake, f thrust him down stairs ; the word captain as odious as the word occupy ;* I cannot endure such a fustian rascal. which was an excellent good word before it was Pist. Thrust him down stairs ! know we not ill sorted : therefore captains had need look to it.
Galloway nags? Bard. Pray thee, go down, good ancient.
FAL. Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shoveFal. Hark thee hither, mistress Doll.
groat shilling :(4) nay, an I he do nothing but Pist. Not I: I tell thee what, corporal Bar
speak nothing, he shall be nothing here. dolph ;
BARD. Come, get you down stairs. I could tear her :—I'll be reveng'd on her.
Pist. What! shall we have incision ? shall we Page. Pray thee, go down.
imbrue? [Snatching up his sword. Pist. I'll see her damned first to Pluto's
Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful damned lake; by this hand !+ to the infernal deep,
days ! (5) with $ Erebus and tortures vile also. Hold hook
Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds and line, say I. Down ! down, dogs! down,
Untwine the sisters three! Come, Atropos, I say ! faitors ! S Have we not Hiren here ? b
Host. Here's goodly stuff toward ! Host. Good captain Peesel, be quiet; it is very Fal. Give me my rapier, boy. late, i’ faith : || I beseek you now, aggravate your DOLL. I pr’ythee, Jack, I pr’ythee, do not draw. choler.
Fal. Get you down stairs.
Drawing. Pist. These be good humours, indeed! Shall
Host. Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear pack-horses,
keeping house, afore $ I'll be in these tirrits and And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,
frights. So; murder, I warrant now. - -Alas, Which cannot go but thirty miles a day,
alas ! put up your naked weapons, put up your Compare with Caesars, and with Cannibals, And Trojan Greeks ? nay, rather damn them with
[Exeunt Pistol and BARDOLPH. King Cerberus ; and let the welkin roar.
DOLL. I pr’ythee, Jack, be quiet ; the rascal is Shall we fall foul for toys ?
gone. Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, you. Host. By my troth, captain, these are very
Host. Are you not hurt i' the groin ? methought, bitter words,
a' made a shrewd thrust at your belly. Bard. Be gone, good ancient : this will grow to a brawl anon.
Re-enter BARDOLPH. Pist. Die men, like dogs; give crowns like pins; have we not Hiren here?
Fal. Have you turned him out of doors ? Host. O’ my word, captain, there's none such Bard. Yea, sir. The rascal 's drunk : you have here. What the good-year! do you think, I would hurt him, sir, in the shoulder. deny her ? for God's sake, ** be quiet.
FAL. A rascal ! to brave me!
(*) First folio, if.
(+) First folio omits, by this hand. (1) First folio, where.
(5) First folio, Fates. (11) First folio omits, i'faith. (0) First folio, Cæsur.
(**) First folio, I pray. * As odious as the word occupy;] The perversion of this word to the offensive sense, which a reference to dictionaries of the period will explain, would appear to have been recent when our author wrote. It has now resumed its place as “an excellent good word.” The folio omits the passage altogether; reading thus :-"A captaine? These Villaines will make the word Captaine odious: Therefore Captaines had neede looke to it."
Have we not Hiren here!] Pistol's rant is chiefly made up of bombastic quotations stolen from the playhouse. Thus, the line above was no doubt taken from an old play now lost, by George Peele, called “ The Turkish Mahomet and Hyren the
(*) First folio, give me. (t) First folio omits, For God's suke.
(1) First folio, if. ($) First folio, before. Fair Greek;" as the “hollow pamper'd jades of Asia" was bor. rowed from Marlowe's robustious drama of " Tamburlaine the Great," 1590:
“ Holla, ye pamper'd jades of Asia,
What! car you draw but twenty miles a day?" c Cannibals.-) He means Hunnibals. d My fair Calipolis.] From a line in " The Battle of Alcazar," 1594, a play Mr. Dyce attributes to Peele :
“ Feed then, and faint not, my fair Calipolis." e se fortuna, &c.) In the original this notio is coruptly printed si fortune me tormente, sperato me contento, perhaps inientionally.
f Neif:] Neif is fist,