And speaking thick, which Nature made his blemish,
Became the accents of the valiant:

For those, that could fpeak low and tardily,
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To feem like him. So that in fpeech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,.

In military rules, humours of blood,

He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fafhion'd others. And him, wondrous him!
O miracle of men! him did you leave
(Second to None, unseconded by You ;)
To look upon the hideous God of War
In difadvantage; to abide a field,

Where nothing but the found of Hot-fpur's Name
Did feem defenfible fo
: you left Him.
Never, O, never do his Ghoft the wrong,
To hold your honour more precife and nice
With others, than with him. Let them alone:
The Marshal and the Archbishop are ftrong.
Had my fweet Harry had but half their numbers,
To-day might I, (hanging on Hot-spur's neck)
Have talk'd of Monmouth's Grave.

North. Befhrew your heart,

Fair daughter, you do draw my fpirits from me,
With new-lamenting ancient over-fights.
But I must go and meet with danger there;
Or it will feek me in another place,

And find me worfe provided.

L. North. Fly to Scotland,

'Till that the Nobles and the armed Commons
Have of their puiffance made a little taste.

L. Percy. If they get ground and 'vantage of the
King,

Then join you with them, like a rib of fleel,
To make ftrength ftronger. But, for all our loves,
First let them try themfelves. So did your fon:
He was fo fuffer'd; fo came I a widow :
And never fhall have length of Life enough,

To

To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,
That it may grow and sprout as high as heav'n,
For recordation to my noble husband.

North. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with
mind

As with the tide fwell'd up unto his height,
That makes a ftill-ftand, running neither way.
Fain would I go to meet the Archbishop,
But many thousand reasons hold me back:
I will refolve for Scotland; there am I,

my

'Till time and 'vantage crave my company. [Exeunt

Changes to the Boar's-head Tavern in East-cheap.

1 Draw.

Enter two Drawers.

WHAT

WHAT the devil haft thou brought there? Apple-Johns? thou know'ft, Sir John cannot endure an Apple-John.

2 Draw. Mafs! thou fayeft true; the Prince once fet a difh of Apple-Johns before him, and told him there were five more Sir Johns; and, putting off his hat, faid, I will now take my leave of these fix dry, round, old, wither'd knights. It anger'd him to the heart; but he hath forgot That.

1 Draw. Why then, cover, and fet them down; and fee if thou canst find out Sneak's Noife; Mrs. TearSheet would fain hear fome mufic. Dispatch! the room where they fupt is too hot, they'll come in ftraight.

2 Draw. Sirrah, here will be the Prince, and Mafter Poins anon; and they will put on two of our jerkins and aprons, and Sir John muft not know of it. Bardolph hath brought word.

*

1 Draw. Then here will be old Utis: it will be an excellent ftratagem.

2 Draw. I'll fee, if I can find out Sneak.

[Exeunt.

here will be hold Utis:] Utis, an old Word yet in ufe in fome Coun.

tries, fignifying a merry Festival.

Mr. Pope. SCENE

Hoft.

"FAITH, fweet heart, methinks, now you

I are in an excellent good temperality: your

pulfidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would defire; and your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rofe: but, i'faith, you have drank too much canarys, and that's a marvellous fearching wine; and it perfumes the blood, ere we can say what's this. How do you now?

Dol. Better than I was: hem.

Hoft. Why, that was well faid: a good heart's worth gold. Look, here comes Sir John.

Enter Falftaff.

Fal. When Arthur firft in Court-empty the jorden —and was a worthy King: how now, Mrs. Dol. Hoft. Sick of a calm: yea, good footh.

Fal. So is all her fect; if they be once in a calm, they are fick.

Dol. You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me?

Fal. You make fat rascals, Mrs. Dol.

Dol. I make them! gluttony and diseases make them, I make them not.

Fal. If the cook make the gluttony, you help to make the difeafes, Dol; we catch of you, Dol, we catch of you; grant That, my poor Vertue, grant

That.

Dol. Ay, marry, our chains and our jewels.

Fal. Your brooches, pearls and owches: for to

*Your brooches, pearls and owches:] Brooches were Chains of Gold that Women wore formerly about their Necks. Owches were Boffes of Gold fet with Diamonds.

M. Pope.

ferve bravely, is to come halting off, you know; to come off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to furgery bravely; to venture upon the charg'd chambers bravely.

Dol. Hang yourself, you muddy Conger, hang yourself!

Hoft. By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two never meet, but you fall to some discord; you are both, in good troth, as rheumatic as two dry toafts, you cannot one bear with another's confirmities. What the good-jer? one must bear, and that must be you: you are the weaker veffel, as they fay, the emptier veffel. [To Dol.

Dol. Can a weak empty veffel bear fuch a huge full hogfhead? there's a whole merchant's venture of Bourdeaux ftuff in him; you have not feen a hulk better fluft in the Hold. Come, I'll be friends with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars, and whether I fhall ever fee thee again or no, there is no body cares.

Draw.

4

IR, ancient Pistol is below and would speak with you.

Dol. Hang him, fwaggering rascal, let him not come hither; it is the foul-mouth'dft rogue in England. Hoft. If he fwagger, let him not come here: no, by my faith: I muft live amongst my neighbours, I'll no fwaggerers: I am in good name and fame with the very beft: fhut the door, there comes no fwaggerers here: I have not liv'd all this while to have fwaggering now: fhut the door, I pray you. Fal. Doft thou hear, Hoftefs ?

Hoft. Pray you, pacify yourself, Sir John; there comes no fwaggerers here.

Fal. Do'ft thou hear-it is mine Ancient.

Hoft.

Hoft. Tilly-fally, Sir John, never tell me; your Ancient fwaggerer, comes not in my doors. I was before mafter Tifick the deputy the other day; and, as he said to me- it was no longer ago than Wednesday laft-neighbour Quickly, fays he; mafter Domb our minifter was by then-neighbour Quickly, fays he, receive thofe that are civil; for faith he, you are in an ill name: (now he said fo, I can tell whereupon;) for, says he, you are an honeft woman, and well thought on; therefore take heed, what guefts you receive: receive, fays he, no fwaggering companions.-There come none here. You would blefs you to hear what he said. No, I'll no fwaggerers.

Fal. He's no fwaggerer, Hoftefs; a tame cheater, 'faith; you may ftroak him as gently as a puppygreyhound; he will not fwagger with a Barbary hen, if her feathers turn back in any fhew of resistance. Call him up, drawer.

Hoft. Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man my house, nor no cheater; but I do not love fwaggering, by my troth; I am the worse, when one fays, fwagger: feel, masters, how I shake, look you, I warrant you.

Dol. So you do, hoftefs.

Hoft. Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, as if it were an afpen leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers..

Enter Piftol, Bardolph and Page.

AVE you, Sir John.

Fal. Welcome, ancient Piftol. Here, Piftol, I charge you with a cup of fack: do you difcharge upon mine hoftefs.

Pift. I will difcharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets..

Fal.