lain, wilt thou kill God's officers and the 'King's ? O thou honey-feed rogue! thou art a honey-feed, man-queller, and a woman-queller. Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph. Phang. A refcue, a refcue! Hoft. Good people, bring a rescue or too; thou wo't, wo't thou? thou wo't, wo't thou? do, do, thou rogue, do, thou hemp-feed! Fal. Away, you fcullion, you rampallian, you fuftilarian: I'll tickle your catastrophe. Enter Chief Justice attended. HAT's the matter? keep the peace Ch. Juft. Where, hoa! Hoft. Good my lord, be good to me. I befeech you, ftand to me. Ch. Juft. How now, Sir John? what, are you brawling here? Doth this become your place, your time, and business? You should have been well on your way to York.' Stand from him, fellow; wherefore hang'ft thou on him? Hoft. O my moft worshipful lord, an't please your Grace, I am a poor widow of Eaft-cheap, and he is arrefted at my fuit. Ch. Juft. For what fum ? Hoft. It is more than for fome, my lord, it is for all; all I have; he hath eat me out of house and home; he hath put all my fubftance into that fat belly of his; but I will have some of it out again, or I'll ride thee o'nights, like the mare. Fal. I think, I am as likely to ride the mare, if I have any 'vantage of ground to get up. Ch. Juft. How comes this, Sir John? fie, what man of good temper would endure this tempeft of exclamation? exclamation? are you not asham'd to enforce a poor widow to fo rough a courfe to come by her own? Fal. What is the grofs fum that I owe thee? Hoft. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself, and the money too. Thou didft fwear to me on a parcel-gilt goblet, fitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a fea-coal fire, on Wednesday in Whitfun-week, when the Prince broke thy head for likening him to a finging-man of Windfor; thou didft fwear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canft thou deny it? did not good-wife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me goffip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us, fhe had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou did defire to eat fome; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a green wound; and didst not thou, when she was gone down ftairs, defire me to be no more fo familiarity with fuch poor people, faying, that ere long they fhould call me Madam? and didft thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch thee thirty fhillings? I put thee now to thy book-oath; deny it, if thou canft. Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad foul; and fhe fays up and down the town, that her eldest son is like you. She hath been in good cafe, and the truth is, poverty hath distracted her; but for these foolish Officers, I befeech you, I may have redress against them. Ch. Juft. Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true caufe the falle way. It is not a confident brow, nor the throng of wounds that come with such more than impudent fauciness from you, can thrust me from a level confideration. I know, you have practis'd upon the eafy-yielding fpirit of this woman.. Hoft. Yes, in troth, my lord. Ch. Juft. Pr'ythee, peace; pay her the debt you owe her, and unpay the villany you have done her? G 2 the the one you may do with fterling money, and the other with currant repentance. Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this fneap without reply. You call honourable boldness impudent faucinefs: If a man will court'fy and fay nothing, he is virtuous. No, my lord, my humble duty remember'd, I will not be your fuitor: I fay to you, I defire deliverance from thefe officers, being upon hafty employment in the King's affairs. Ch. Juft. You fpeak, as having power to do wrong: but answer in the effect your reputation, and fatisfy the poor woman. Fal. Come hither, hoftess. SCENE Enter Mr. Gower. [Afide. III. ASTER Gower, what news? Ch. Juf. MASTIF Gower. The King, my lord, and Henry Prince of Wales Are near at hand: the reft the Fal. As I am a gentleman paper tells. Hoft. Nay, you faid fo before. Fal. As I am a gentleman;-come, no more words of it. Hoft. By this heav'nly ground I tread on, I must be fain to pawn both my plate, and the tapestry of my dining chambers. Fal. Glaffes, glaffes, is the only drinking; and for thy walls, a pretty flight drollery, or the flory of the Prodigal, or the *German Hunting in water-work, is worth a thousand of these dead-hangings, and these fly-bitten tapestries: let it be ten pound, if thou canst. Come, if it were not for thy humours, there is not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face, and draw thy action: come, thou must not be in this hu*German Hunting in water-work,] i. e. in Water-colours. mour mour with me; doft not know me? Come, come, I know, thou waft fet on to this. Hoft. Pr'ythee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles, I am loth to pawn my plate, in good earneft, la. Fal. Let it alone, I'll make other fhift; you'll be a fool ftill Hoft. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown. I hope, you'll come to fupper: you'll pay me all together? on, Fal. Will I live? go with her, with her: hook, hook on. Hoft. Will you have Doll Tear-fheet meet you at supper? Fal. No more words. Let's have her. [Exeunt Hoft. and Serjeant. Ch. Juft. I have heard better news. Fal. What's the news, my good lord? Ch. Juft. Where lay the King last night? Fal. I hope, my lord, all's well. What is the news, my lord? Ch. Juft. Come all his forces back? Gower. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horfe Are march'd up to my lord of Lancaster, Against Northumberland and the Archbishop. Fal. Comes the King back from Wales, my noble lord? Ch. Juft. You fhall have letters of me presently. Ch. Juft. What's the matter? Fal. Mafter Gower, fhall I intreat you with me to dinner? Gower. I muft wait upon my good lord here, I thank you, good Sir John. Ch. Juft. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to take foldiers up in the countries as you go. Fal. Will you fup with me, mafter Gower? G 3 Ch. Juft. Ch. Juft. What foolish mafter taught you thefe manners, Sir John? Fal. Mafter Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool that taught them me. This is the right fencing grace, my lord, tap for tap, and fo part fair. Ch. Juft. Now the lord lighten thee, thou art a great fool! SCENE IV. Continues in LONDON. Enter Prince Henry and Poins. [Exeunt. P. Henry. Tons. Is it come to that? I had thought, wearinefs durft not have attack'd one of fo high blood. P. Henry. It doth me, though it difcolours the complexion of my Greatnefs to acknowledge it. Doth it not fhew vilely in me to defire small beer? Poins. Why, a Prince should not be so loosely ftudied, as to remember fo weak a compofition. P. Henry. Belike then, my appetite was not princely got; for, in troth, I do now remember the poor creature, fmall beer. But, indeed, these humble confiderations make me out of love with my Greatness. What a difgrace is it to me to remember thy name? or to know thy face to-morrow? or to take note how many pair of filk stockings thou haft? (viz. these, and those that were the peach-colour'd ones ;) or to bear the inventory of thy fhirts, as one for fuperfluity, and one other for use: but that the tennis-courtkeeper knows better than I, for it is a low ebb of linen with thee, when thou keepest not racket there; as thou haft not done a great while, because the rest of thy low Countries have made a fhift to eat up thỵ holland. And God knows, whether thofe, that bawl out of the ruins of thy linen, fhall inherit his |