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brought in to his answer. A hundred mark is al Host. O my most worshipful lord, an't please long one for a poor lone woman to bear: and I your grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap, and have borne, and borne, and borne ; and have been he is arrested at my suit. fubbed off, and fubbed off, and fubbed off, from this CH. Just. For what sum ? day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought | Host. It is more than for some, my lord; it is on. There is no honesty in such dealing ; unless for all, all I have : he hath eaten me out of house a woman should be made an ass, and a beast, to and home; he hath put all my substance into that bear every knave's wrong. Yonder he comes ; | fat belly of his :--but I will have some of it out and that arrant malmsey-nose knare,* Bardolph, again, or I'll ride thee o'nights, like the mare. with him. Do your offices, do your offices, master Fal. I think, I am as like to ride the mare, if Fang, and master Snare ; do me, do me, do me I have any vantage of ground to get up. your offices.
Ch. Just. How comes this, sir John ? Fie ! what * man of good temper would endure this
tempest of exclamation ? Are you not ashamed to Enter Sir Jony FalstAFF, Page, and
enforce a poor widow to so rough a course to come BARDOLPI.
by her own ? Fal. How now ? whose mare's dead? what's
Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe
thee? the matter ? Fang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of
Host. Marry if thou wert an honest man, thyself,
and the money too. Thou didst swear to me upon mistress Quickly.
a parcel-gilt goblet,e sitting in my Dolphin chamFal, Away, varlets !- Draw, Bardolph; cut
ber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon † me off the villain's head ; throw the quean in the
Wednesday in Whitsun-week, when the prince channel.
broke thy head for liking # his father to a singingHost. Throw me in the channel ? I'll throw thee in the channel.* Wilt thou ? wilt thou ?
man of Windsor ; thou didst swear to me then, as
I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make thou bastardly rogue ! - Murder, murder! O thou
me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did honey-suckle villain! wilt thou kill God's officers,
not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in and the king's! () thou honey-seed rogue !" thou
then, and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to art a honey-seed; a man-queller, and a woman
borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling us, she had a queller.
good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to FAL. Keep them off, Bardolph.
eat some; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a Fang. A rescue! a rescue!
green wound? And didst thou not, when she was Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two. _ Thou wo't, wo't thou ? thou wo't, wo't thou ? do,
gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so do, thou rogue ! do, thou hemp-seed !
familiarity with such poor people; saying, that Fal. Away, you scullion! you rampallian; you
ere long they should call me madam ? And didst fustilarian ! I'll tickle your catastrophe.
thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy book-oath ; deny
it, if thou canst. Enter the Lord Chief Justice, attended.
Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she
says, up and down the town, that her eldest son is Ch. Just. What is the matter ? keep the peace like you: she hath been in good case, and, the here, ho!
truth is, poverty hath distracted her. But for Host. Good my lord, be good to me! I beseech these foolish officers, I beseech you, I may have you stand to me!
redress against them. CH. Just. How now, sir John ? what, are you Ch. Just. Sir John, sir John, I am well acbrawling here?
business? quainted with your manner of wrenching the true Doth this become your place, your time, and cause the false way. It is not a confident brow, You should have been well on your way to York. - nor the throng of words that come with such more Stand from him, fellow; wherefore hang’st upon than impudent sauciness from you, can thrust me him?
from a level consideration ; you have, as it appears
(1) First folio, on.
(*) First folio inserts, a.
(*) First folio omits, knare.
Honey-suckle villain!.... honey.seed rogue!) Our hostess means, homicidal, and homicide.
c Man-queller,-) An old word for manslayer or murderer.
"Bring a rescue. Thou wilt not? Thou wilt not? do, do," &c.
e Parcel-gilt goblet,-) . Parcel-yilt means what is now called by artists party-gilt, that is, where part of the work is gilt, and part left plain, or ungilded."- MALONE.
Fal. Come hither, hostess. [Taking her aside.
purse and person.
Host. Yes, in troth, my lord.
Ch. Just. Pr’ythee, peace :-Pay her the debt you owe her, and unpay the villainy you have done with * her ; the one you may do with sterling money, and the other with current repentance.
Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without reply. You call honourable boldness, impudent sauciness: if a man will make t court'sy, and say nothing, he is virtuous. No, my lord,
Enter GOWER. Ch. Just. Now, master Gower; what news ? Gow. The king, my lord, and Henry, prince
FAL. As I am a gentleman ;-
Fal. As I am a gentleman ;- come, no more words of it.
Host. By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must be fain to pawn both my plate and the tapestry of my dining-chambers.
b This sneap-) Sneap, Icelandic, sneipa-contumelia, convitium, a check, sarcasm, set-down.
c In the effect of your reputation,-] “That is," Johnson says, “in a manner suitable to your reputation;" rather, perhaps, in the peril of your reputation.
* You have, as it appears to me, &c.] So the quarto. In the folio, we read only, “I know you have practised upon the easyyielding spirit of this wornan."
Fal. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking: and Fal. Will I live ?—Go, with her, with her ; [To for thy walls, a pretty slight drollery, or the story | BARDOLPH.] hook on, hook on. of the prodigal, or the German hunting in water Host. Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet you work,(1) is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings, at supper ? and these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten Fal. No more words ; let's have her. pound, if thou canst. Come, an * it were not for [Exeunt Hostess, BARDOLPH, Officers, and Boy. thy humours, there is not a better wench in Ch. Just. I have heard better * news. England. Go, wash thy face, and 'draw thy action. FAL. What's the news, my good lord ? Come, thou must not be in this humour with me; Ch. Just. Where lay the king last night? dost not know me? + Come, come, I know thou Gow. At Basingstoke,“ my lord. wast set on to this.
Fal. I hope, my lord, all's well: what is the Host. Pray thee, sir John, let it be but twenty news, my lord ? nobles ; i’ faith I am $ loth to pawn my plate, in Ch. Just. Come all his forces back? good earnest, la.
Gow. No: fifteen hundred foot, five hundred Fal. Let it alone ; I'll make other shift: you'll
horse, be a fool still.
Are march'd up to my lord of Lancaster, Host. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn Against Northumberland, and the archbishop. my gown. I hope, you'll come to supper: you'll Fal. Comes the king back from Wales, my pay me all together?
noble lord ?
(*) First folio, bitter.
(*) First folio, if. (+) First folio omits, dosl not know me?
a Al Basingstoke, my lord.) The quarto makes a ludicrous mistake here, by reading Billingsgate instead of Basingstoke,
Ch. Just. You shall have letters of me pre- | there ; as thou hast not done a great while, because sently: Come, go along with me, good master the rest of thy low-countries have made a shift to Gower.
eat up thy holland: and God knows, whether Fal. My lord !
those that bawl out the ruins of thy linen, shall CH. Just. What's the matter?
inherit his kingdom: but the midwives say, the Fal. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with children are not in the fault ; whereupon the world me to dinner?
increases, and kindreds are mightily strengthened. Gow. I must wait upon my good lord here: I Poins. How ill it follows, after you have laboured thank you, good sir John.
so hard, you should talk so idly? Tell me, how Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, many good young princes would do so, their fathers being you are to take soldiers up in counties * as being so sick as yours at this time is ? ' you go.
P. HEN. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins ? Fal. Will you sup with me, master Gower ? Poins. Yes ; and let it be an excellent good
Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you these thing. manners, sir John ?
1 P. Hen. It shall serve among wits of no higher Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, breeding than thine. he was a fool that taught them me. This is the Poins. Go to; I stand the push of your one right fencing grace, my lord ; tap for tap, and so thing that you will tell. part fair.
P. Hen. Marry, * I tell thee,-it is not meet Ch. Just. Now the Lord lighten thee ! thou art that I should be sad, now my father is sick : albeit a great fool.
[Exeunt. | I could tell to thee, (as to one it pleases me, for
fault of a better, to call my friend, I could be sad, and sad indeed too.
Poins. Very bardly, upon such a subject.
P. Hen. By this hand, † thou thinkest me as SCENE II.—The same. Another Street. far in the devil's book, as thou and Falstaff, for
obduracy and persistency: let the end try the Enter PRINCE HENRY and Poins.
man. But I tell thee,—my heart bleeds inwardly,
that my father is so sick : and keeping such vile P. HEN. Trust me, I am exceeding weary. company as thou art, hath in reason taken from
Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought, me all ostentation of sorrow. weariness durst not have attached one of so high Poins. The reason ? blood.
1 P. HEN. What wouldst thou think of me, if I P. Hen. 'Faith, † it does me; though it dis- should weep? colours the complexion of my greatness to acknow- Poins. I would think thee a most princely ledge it. Doth it not show vilely in me, to desire hypocrite. small beer ?
P. HEN. It would be every man's thought: and Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely thou art a blessed fellow to think as every man studied, as to remember so weak a composition. thinks ; never a man's thought in the world keeps
P. HLEN. Belike then, my appetite was not the roadway better than thine: every man would princely got: for, by my troth, I do now remem- | think me an hypocrite indeed. And what accites ber the poor creature, small beer. But, indeed, your most worshipful thought, to think so ? these humble considerations make me out of love Poins. Why, because you have been so lewd, with my greatness. What a disgrace is it to me, and so much engraffed to Falstaff. to remember thy name? or to know thy face to P. HEN. And to thee. morrow ? or to take note how many pair of silk Poins. By this light, I am well spoke on, I I stockings thou hast; viz. these, and those that can hear it with mine own ears: the worst that were thy .peach-coloured ones ? or to bear the they can say of me is, that I am a second brother, inventory of thy shirts; as, one for superfluity, and that I am a proper fellow of my hands; and and one other for use ?—but that, the tennis court | those two things I confess I cannot help. Look, keeper knows better than I ; for it is a low ebb of look, here comes Bardolph. linen with thee, when thou keepest § not racket / P. Hen. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: he
(*) First folio, countries.
(t) First folio omits, 'Faith
a And Poins.] The stage direction in the quarto is, “Enter the prince, Poynes, sir John Russel, with other."
b And God knows, &c.] The remainder of the speech is omitted in the folio, having been struck out, most probably by
*) First folio, Why.
(1) First folio omits, By this hand. (1) First solio, Nay, I am well spoken of. the Master of the Revels.
c Their fathers being so sick as yours at this time is ?1 So the quarto. The folio reads, "their fathers lying so sick, as yours is."
had him from me Christian ; and look * if the occasion to name himself. Even like those that fat villain have not transformed him ape.
are kin to the king; for they never prick their finger, but they say, There is some of the king's
blood spilt. How comes that I says he, that takes Enter Bardolph and Page.
upon him not to conceive: the answer is as ready
as a borrowed cap; I am the king's poor cousin, BARD. God + save your grace!
sir. P. HEN. And yours, most noble Bar dolph !
P. Hen. Nay, they will be kin to us, but they BARD. Come, you virtuous ass, [ To the Page.]
| will fetch it from Japhet. But to the letter :you bashful fool, must you be blushing? wherefore
| Poins." Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of blush you now? What a maidenly man-at-aims
the king, nearrst his father, Harry prince of are you become ? Is it such a matter to get a Wales, greeting.- Why, this is a certificate. pottle-pot's maidenhead ? "
P. Hen. Peace! Page. He called me even now, my lord, through Poins. I will imitate the honourable Romans a red lattice,(2) and I could discern no part of his | in brevity :---sure he means brevity in breath; face from the window : at last, I spied his eyes ; short-winded.—I commend me to thee, I commend and methought he had made two holes in the ale thee, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with wife's new petticoat, and peeped through.
Poins; for he misuses thy favours so much, that P. Hen. Hath not the boy profited ?
he swears, thou art to marry his sister Vell. BARD. Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, Repent at idle times as thou may’rt, and so fareaway!
well. Page. Away, you rascally Althea's dream, Thine, by yea and no, (which is as much as away!
to say, as thou usest him,) Jack Falstaff, P. Hen. Instruct us, boy: what dream, boy?
with my familiars; John, with my brothers Page. Marry, my lord, Althea dreamed " she
and sisters ; * and Sir John, with all was delivered of a fire-brand; and therefore I call
Europe. him her dream.
My lord, I will steep this letter in sack, and make P. HEN. A crown's worth of good interpre- | him eat it. tation. There it is, boy. [Gives him money. I P. HEN. That's to make him eat twenty of his
Poins. O, that this good blossom could be kept words. But do you use me thus, Ned? must I from cankers –Well, there is sixpence to preserve marry your sister? thee.
Poins. God send the wench no worse fortune ! BARD. An $ you do not make him be hanged but I never said so. among you, the gallows shall have wrong.ll
P. Hen. Well, thus we play the fools with the P. HEN. And how doth thy master, Bardolph? time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds,
Bard. Well, my good lord. He heard of your and mock us.- Is your master here in London ? grace's coming to town; there's a letter for you. Bard. Yes, my lord.
Poins. Delivered with good respect.— And | P. Hen. Where sups he ? doth the old boar how doth the martlemas, your master?
feed in the old frank?' BARD. In bodily health, sir.
BARD. At the old place, my lord; in Eastcheap. Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a physi P. HEN. What company ? cian : but that moves not him ; though that be sick, Page. Ephesians,' my lord; of the old church. it dies not.
P. Hen. Sup any women with him ? P. Hen. I do allow this wen to be as familiar Page. None, my lord, but old mistress Quickly, with me as my dog: and he holds his place, for and mistress Doll Tear-sheet. look you how the writes.
P. Hen. What pagan may that be? Poins. [Reads.] John Falstaff, knight,-- PAGE. A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kinsEvery man must know that, as oft as he hath | woman of my master's.
(*) First folio, sister.
(*) First folio, see.
(+) First folio omits, God,
* Pottle-pot's maidenhead?] In the old editions, this speech is given to Poins. Theobald, with more propriety, assigned it to Bardolph.
b Althea dreamed-] The page confounds the fire-brand upon which depended the life of Althea's son, Meleager, with the imaginary torch which Hecula, when pregnant of Paris, dreamed she brought into the world. c The martlemas, your master ?] Martlemas, correctly Martin
mass, fell about the twelfth of November, and was the period when beef was hung up for smoking; whether Falstaff is ro designated from his resemblanie to Martlemas beef, or from his being like the latter spring." is not clear.
d Poins.] In the old copies this forms part of the Prince's speech.
e God send the wench no worse fortune !) The folio reads, “Nax the wench hare no worse fortune."
| The old frank?) The old sty.