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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.
Host. 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 seed !
Fal. Away, you scullion, you rampallian, you fuftilarian : I'll tickle your catastrophe.
Enter Chief Justice attended. Cí
THAT's the matter? keep the peace
here, hoa! Hoft. Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, stand 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'st thou on
him? Hoft. O my moft worshipful lord, an't please your Grace, I am a poor widow of East-cheap, and he is arrested at my suit.
Ch. Just. For what sum ? · 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 subftance 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 tempest of
exclamation? are you not albam'd to enforce a poor widow to so 'rough a course to come by her own?
Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee?
Hoft. Marry, if thou wert an honeft man, thyself, and the money
too. Thou didst swear to me on a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, on Wednesday in Whitfun-week, when the Prince broke thy head for likening him to a singing-man of Windsor; thou didft swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? did not good-wife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me goslip Quickly ? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us, she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou did desire to eat some ; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a green wound;
; and didft not thou, when she was gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so familiarity with such poor people, saying, that ere long they should call me Madam ? and didst thou not kiss me, and bid fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy book-oath; deny it, if thou canst.
Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and the says up
and down the town, that her eldest son is like you.
She hath been in good case, and the truth is, poverty hath distracted her; but for these foolish Officers, I beseech you, I may have redress against them.
Ch. Juft. Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true cause the false way:
It is not a confident brow, nor the throng of wounds that come with such more than impudent sauciness from you, can thrust me from a level consideration. I know, you have pra&is'd upon the easy-yielding spirit of this woman.
Hoft. Yes, in troth, my lord.
Ch. Just. Pr’ythee, peace; pay her the debt you owe her, and unpay the villany you have done her?
the one you may do with sterling money, and the other with currant repentance.
Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without reply. You call honourable boldness impudent faucinels: If a man will court'fy and say nothing, he is virtuous. No, my lord, my humble duty remember'd, I will not be your fuitor: I say to you, I delire deliverance from these officers, being upon hafty employment in the King's affairs.
Ch. Just. You speak, as having power to do wrong: but answer in the effect your reputation, and satisfy the
poor woman. Fal. Come hither, hostess.
Ch. Juh. MGower
. The King, my lord, and Henry
Prince of Wales Are near at hand: the rest the
tells. Fal. As I am a gentlemanHoft. Nay, you said so 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. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking; and for thy walls, a pretty slight drollery, or the story 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. c. in Water.colours.
mour with me; dost not know nie? Come, come, I know, thou wast set on to this.
Hoft. Prythee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles, I am loth to pawn my plate, in good earnest, la.
Fal. Let it alone, l'll make other shift; you'll be a fool fill
Hoft. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown. I hope, you'll come to supper : you'll pay me all together ? Fal. Will I live? go with her, with her: hook,
hook on. Hof. Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet you at supper? Fal. No more words. Let's have her.
[Exeunt Hoft. and Serjeant. Ch. Just. I have heard better news. Fal. What's the news, my good lord ? Ch. Just. Where lay the King last night? Gower. At Basingstoke, my lord. Fal. I hope, my lord, all's well. What is the news ,
my lord ?
Ch. Just. Come all'his forces back ?
Gower. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred hoise 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 shall have letters of me presently.
Fal. My lord,
Fal. Matter Gower, shall I intreat you with me to dinner?
Gower. I must wait upon my good lord here, I thank you, good Sir John.
Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to take soldiers up in the countries as you go. Fal. Will you sup with me, master Gower ?
Ch. Jut. What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John?
Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool that taught them me. This is the right fencing grace, my lord, tap for lap, and so part fair. Ch. Just. Now the lord lighten thee, thou art a
great fool !
P. Henry. T Poins
. 1; it come to that? 1'had
Enter Prince Henry and Poins.
Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought, weariness durft not have attack'd one of so high blood.
P. Henry. It doth me, though it discolours the complexion of my Greatness to acknowledge it. Doth it not fhew vilely in me to defire small beer ?
Poins. Why, a Prince should not be so loofely stu: died, as to remember so weak a compofition.
P. Henry. Belike then, my appetite was not princely got; for, in troth, I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. But, indeed, these humble confiderations make me out of love with
Greatness. What a disgrace is it to me to remember thy name? or to know thy face to-morrow? or to take note how many pair of silk stockings thou hast? (viz. these, and those that were the peach-colour'd ones ;) or to bear the inventory of thy shirts, as one for superfluity, 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 shift to eat up thy holland. And God knows, whether those, that bawl out of the ruins of thy linen, shall inherit his