The never-daunted Percy to the earth,' North. For this, I fhall have time enough to mourn. In poifon there is phyfic: and this news, That would, had I been well, have made me fick, Out of his keeper's arms; ev'n fo my limbs, crutch; A fcaly gauntlet now with joints of steel F 6 Muft Muft glove this hand. And hence, thou fickly quoif Bard. This ftrained paffion doth you wrong, my lord! Sweet Earl, divorce not wisdom from your honour. And fumm'd th' account of chance, before you faid, Of wounds and fears; and that his forward fpirit Bard. We all, that are engaged to this lofs, Choak’d Choak'd the respect of likely peril fear'd; Mort. 'Tis more than time; and my most noble lord, I hear for certain, and do speak the truth: Suppos'd fincere and holy in his thoughts, Get pofts, and letters, and make friends with fpeed; [Exeunt. SCENE Changes to a Street in London. Enter Sir John Falftaff, with his Page bearing his fword and buckler. Fal. SIRRAH, you, giant! what says the do&or to my water? Page. He faid, Sir, the water itself was a good healthy water. But for the party that own'd it, he might have more diseases than he knew for. Fal. Men of all forts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded-clay, Man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me. I am not only witty in myfelf, but the caufe that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee, like a fow, that hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. If the Prince put thee into my service for any other reason than to fet me off, why, then I have no judgment. Thou whorefon mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to wait at my heels. I was never will fet. you mann'd with an agot till now: but I neither in gold nor filver, but in vile apparel, and fend you back again to your mafter, for a jewel: The Juvenal, the Prince your mafter! whofe chin is not yet fledg'd; I will fooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand, then he fhall get one on his cheek; yet he will not flick to say, his face is a face-royal. Heav'n may finifh it when it will, it is not a hair amifs yet; he may keep it ftill as a face-royal, for a barber fhall never earn fixpence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as if he had writ man ever since his father was a bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he is almoft out of mine, I can affure him. What faid Mr. Dombleden, about the fatten for my fhort cloak and flops? Page. Page. He faid, Sir, you fhould procure him better afsurance than Bardolph: he would not take his bond and yours, he lik'd not the fecurity. Fal. Let him be damn'd like the Glutton, may his tongue be hotter! a whorefon Achitophel, a rafcally yea-forfooth-knave, to bear a gentleman in hand, and then ftand upon fecurity! the whorefon-fmooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles: and if a man is thorough with them in honeft taking up, then they must stand upon fecurity: I had as lief they would put rats-bane in my mouth, as offer to ftop it with fecurity. I looked he fhould have fent me two and twenty yards of satten, as I am a true Knight, and he fends me Security. Well, he may fleep in fecurity, for he hath the horn of abundance. And the lightness of his wife fhines through it, and yet cannot he fee, though he have his own lanthorn to light him. Where's Bardolph? Page. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your Worship a horse. Fal. I bought him in Paul's and he'll buy me a horfe in Smithfield. If I could get me but a wife in the Stews, I were mann'd, hors'd, and wiv'd. SCENE V. Enter Chief Justice, and Servants. Page. SIR, here comence for ftriking him, about the Nobleman that com Bardolph. Fal. Wait clofe, I will not fee him. Ch. Juft. He that was in queftion for the robbery? Serv. He, my lord. But he hath fince done good fervice at Shrewsbury: and, as I hear, is now going with fome charge to the lord John of Lancafter. Ch. Juft. |