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and for thy walls,-a pretty slight drollery, or princely got; for, by my troth, I do now rethe story of the prodigal, or the German hunt. member the poor creature, small beer. But, ing in water-work, is worth a thousand of indeed, these humble considerations make me these bed-hangings, and these fly-bitten tapes- out of love with my greatness. What a distries. Let it be ten pound, if thou canst. grace is it to me, to remember thy name? or to Come, an it were not for thy humours, there is know thy face to-norrow? or to take note how not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy many pair of silk stockings thou hast; viz. face, and 'draw* thy action: Come, thou must these, and those that were the peach-colour'd not be in this humour with me; dust not know ones? or to bear the inventory of thy shirts; as, me? Come, come, I know thou wast set on to one for superfluity, and one other for use?-but this.

that, the tennis-court-keeper knows better than Host. Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but I; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee, when twenty nobles; i'faith I am loath to pawn my thou keepest not racket there; as thou hast not plate, in good earnest, la.

done a great while, because the rest of thy lowFal. Let it alone; I'll make other shift: you'll countries have made a shift to eat up thy Hol. : be a fool still.

land: and God knows, whether those that bawl Host. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn out the ruins of thy linen,* shall inherit his my gown. I hope, you'll come to supper: kingdom: but the inidwives say, the children You'll pay me all together?

are not in the fault; whereupon the world inFal. Will I live?--Go, with ber, with her ; creases, and kindreds are mightily strength(To BARDOLPH.] hook on, hook on.

ened. Host. Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet Poins. How ill it follows, after you have layou at supper?

boured so hard, you should talk so idly? Tell Fal. No more words; let's have her.

me, how many good young princes would do [Exeunt Hostess, BARDOLPH, Officers, so, their fathers being so sick as yours at this and Page.

time is? Ch. Just. I have heard better news.

P. Hen. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins ? Fal. What's the news, my good lord ?

Poins. Yes; and let it be an excellent good Ch. Just. Where lay the king last night? Gow. At Basingstoke, my lord.

1. P. Hen. It will serve among wits of no higher Fal. I hope, my lord, all's well: What's the breeding than thine. news, my lord?

Poins. Go to; I stand the push of your one Ch. Just. Come all his forces back?

thing that you will tell. Gorc. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred P. Hen. "Why, I tell thee,- it is not meet horse,

that I should be sad, now my father is sick : Are march'd up to my lord of Lancaster, albeit I could tell to thee, (as to one it pleases Against Northumberland, and the archbishop. | me, for fault of a better, to call my friend,) I

Fal. Comes the king back from Wales, my could be sad, and sad indeed too. noble lord ?

Poins. Very hardly, upon such a subject. Ch. Just. You shall have letters of me pre P. Hen. By this hand, thou think'st me as sently: Come, go along with me, good master far in the devil's book, as thou, and Falstaff, Gower.

for obduracy and persistency: Let the end try Fal. My lord!

the man. But I tell thee,-my heart bleeds Ch. Just. What's the matter?

inwardly, that my father is so sick: and keepFal. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with ing such vile company as thou art, hath in reame to dinner?

son taken from me all ostentation of sorrow. Gow. I must wait upon my good lord here: Poins. The reason? I thank you, good Sir John.

P. Hen. What would'st thou think of me, if Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, I should weep? seeing you are to take soldiers up in counties as

I would think thee a most princely you go.

hypocrite. Fal. Will you sup with me, master Gower? 1 P. Hen. It would be every man's thought:

Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you and thou art a blessed fellow, to think as every these manners, Sir John?

man thinks; never a man's thought in the world Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, keeps the road-way better than thine: every he was a fool that taught them me.-This is nian would think me a hypocrite indeed. And the right feucing grace, my lord; tap for tap, what accites your most worshipful thought, to and so part fair.

think so? Ch. Just. Now the Lord lighten thee! thou Poins. Why, because you have been so lewd, art a great fool.

[Exeunt. and so much engraffed to Falstaff.

P. Hen. And to thee. SCENE 11.-The same.- Another Street.

Poins. By this light, I am well spoken of, I Enter Prince Henry and Poins.' can hear it with my own ears: the worst that P. Hen. Trust me, I am exceeding weary.

they can say of me is, that I am a second broPoins. Is it come to that? I had thought, ther, and that I am a proper fellow of my weariness durst not have attached one of so

hands; and those two things, I confess, I can. high blood.

not help. By the mass, here comes Bardolph. P. Hen. ’Faith, it does me; though it dis P. Hen. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: colours the complexion of my greatness to ac

he had him from me Christian; and look, if the knowledge it. Doth it not show vilely in me,

fat villain hath not transformed him ape. to desire small beer? Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loose

Enter BARDOLPH and Page, ly studied, as to remember so weak a composi. Bard. 'Save your grace!

P. Hen. And yours, most noble Bardolph! P. Hen. Belike then, my appetite was not Bard. Come, you virtuous ass, (To the Page. Withdraw.

* Children wrapped up in his old shirts

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you bashful fool, must you be blushing? where-i P. Hen. Well, thus we play the fools with fore blush you now? What a maidenly man at the time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the arms are you become? Is it such a matter, to clouds and mock us.-Is your master here in get a pottle-pot's maidenhead.

London? Page. He called me even now, my lord, Bard. Yes, my lord. through a red lattice,* and I could discern no P. Hen. Where sups he? doth the old boar part of his face from the window: at last, I feed in the old frank 2* spied his eyes; and, methought, he had made Bard. At the old place, my lord ; in Easttwo holes in the ale-wife's new petticoat, and cheap. peeped through.

TP. Hen. What company? P. Hen. Hath not the boy profited ?

Page. Ephesians, my lord; of the old church. Bard. Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, P. Hen. Sup any women with him? away!

| Page. None, my lord, but old mistress Puge. Away, you rascally Althea's dream, Quickly, and mistress Doll Tear-sheet. away!

P. Hen. What Pagan may that be? P. Hen. Instruct us, boy: What dream, boy? Page. A proper gentlewoman, Sir, and a

Fage. Marry, my lord, Althea dreamed she kinswoman of my master's. was delivered of a fire-brand; and therefore I P. Hen. Even such kin, as the parish heifers call him her dream.

are to the town bull.-Shall we steal upon P. Hen. A crown's worth of good interpreta- them, Ned, at supper? tion. --There it is, boy, [Gires him money. Poins. I am your shadow, my lord; I'll fol

Poins. (, that this good blossom could be low you. kept from cankers !-- Well, there is sixpence to P. Hen. Sirrah, you boy,-and Bardolph;preserve thee. .

no word to your master, that I am yet come to Bard. An you do not make him be hanged town: There's for your silence. ainong you, the gallows shall have wrong. Burd. I have no tongue, Sir.

P. Hen. And how doth thy master, Bar Page. And for mine, Sir, I will govern it. dolph?

P. Hen. Fare ye well; go. (Ereunt BAB. Bard. Well, my lord. He heard of your DOLPH and Page.1This Doll Tear-sheet should grace's coming to town; there's a letter for you. be some road.

Poins. Delivered with good respect.-And Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way how doth the martlemas,t your master ? between Saint Alban's and London. Bard. In bodily health, Sir.

P. Hen. How might we see Falstaff bestow Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a phy. himself to-night in his true colours, and not sician: but that moves not him; though that be ourselves be seen? sick, it dies not.

Poins. Puton two leather jerkins, and aprons, P. Flen. I do allow this went to be as familiar and wait upon him at his table as drawers. with me as my dog: and he holds his place; P. Hen. From a god to a bull? a heavy defor, look you, how he writes.

scension! it was Jove's case. From a prince Poins. [Reads.] John Falstaff', knight, to a prentice? a low transformation ! that shall Every man must know that, as oft as he has be mine : for, in every thing, the purpose must occasion to name himself. Even like those weigh with the folly. Follow me, Ned. that are kin to the king; for they never prick

(Exeunt. their finger, but they say, There is some of the king's blood spilt: How comes that? says he,

SCENE III.-Warkworth. Before the Castle. that takes upon him not to conceive: the answer Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, Lady NORTHUMBERis as ready as a borrower's cap; I am the king's

LAND, and Lady PERCY. pour cousin, Sir.

North. I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle P. Hen. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they

daughter, will fetch it from Japhet. But the letter: Poins. Sir John Falstaft, knight, to the son Put not you on the visage of the times,

Give even way unto my rough affairs: of the king, neurest his father, Harry Prince of land be. 'like them, to Percy troublesome. Wales, greeting.--Why, this is a certificate, Lady'N. I have given over, I will speak no

P. Hen. Peace!
Poins. I will imitate the honourable Roman in Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide,

more: brevity :--he sure means brevity in breath; | North. 'Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at short-winded.--I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar | And, but my going, nothing can redeem it,

pawn; with Poins; for he misuses thy favours so much,

Lady P. O, yet, for God's sake, go not to that he swears, thou art to marry his sister Nell.

these wars!

[word, Repent at idle times as thou may sl, and so fare- The time was, father, that you broke your well.

When you were more endear'd to it than now; Thine, by yea and no, (which is as When your own Percy, when my heart's dear much as to say, as thou ilsest him, ).

rry, Jack Falstaff, with my familiars ; | Threw many a northward look, to see his father John, with my brothers and sisters; Bring up his powers; but he did long in Vaid. and Sir John, with all Europe. |

Who then persuaded you to stay at home! My lord, I will steep this letter in sack, and There wer

There were two honours lost; yours, and your make him eat it.

son's. P. Hen. That's to make him eat twenty of his For

For yours,-may heavenly glory brighten it! words. But do you use me thus, Ned? must

For his,-it stuck upon him, as the sun I marry your sister ?

In the grey vault of heaven: and, by his liglio, Poins. May the wench have no worse for

Did all the chivalry of England more tune! but I never said so.

To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass An ale-house window.

Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. + Martinmas, St. Martin's day is Nov. 11. Sw In excrescence.

* Sty:

He had no legs, that practised not his gait: they supped, is too hot; they'll come ju
And speaking thick, which nature made his straight."
Became the accents of the valiant; [blemish, 2 Braw. Sirrah, here will be the prince, and
For those that could speak low, and tardily, master Poins anon: and they will put on two
Would turn their own perfection to abuse, of our jerkins, and aprons; and Sir John must
To seem like him: So that, in speech, in gait, not know of it: Bardolph hath brought word.
In diet, in affections of delight,

1 Draw. By the mass, here will be old utis : * In military rules, humours of blood,

| It will be an excellent stratagem. He was the mark and glass, copy and book, 2 Draw. I'll see, if I can find out Sneak. That fashion’d others. And him,-0 wondrous

[Exit. him! O miracle of men !-him did you leave,

Enter Hostess and DOLL TEAR-SHEET. (Second to none, unseconded by you,)

Host. I'faith, sweet heart, methinks now you To look upon the hideous god of war

are in an excellent good temperality: your pulIn disadvantage; to abide a field, Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's dame

sidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would

desire; and your colour, I warrant you, is as Did seem defensible---so you left him:

red as any rose : but, i'faith, you have drunk Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong,

too much canaries; and that's a marvellous To hold your honour more precise and nice With others, than with him

searching wine, and it perfumes the blood ere let them a

one can say,—What's this? How do you now? The marshal, and the archbishop, are strong :

Dol. Better than I was. Hem ! Had my sweet Harry had but half their num

Host. Why, that's well said : a good heart's bers, To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck,

worth gold.' Look, here comes Sir John. Have talk d of Monmouth's grave.

Enter Falstaff, singing,
North. Beshrew your heart,
Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from

Fal. When Arthur first in court-Empty the With new lamenting ancient oversights. (me,

I jordan-And was a worthy king: (Exit DRAW

ER.] How now, mistress Doll?
But I must go, and meet with danger there;
Or it will seek me in another place,

Host. Sick of a calın: yea, good sooth.
And find me worse provided.

Fal. So is all her sect; an they be once in a Lady N. O, fly to Scotland,

calm, they are sick. Till that the nobles, and the armed commons,

Dol. You muddy rascal, is that all the comHave of their puissance made a little taste.

| fort you give me? Lady P. If they get ground and vantage of

Fál. You make fat rascals, mistress Doll.

Dol. I make them! gluttony and diseases the king, Then join you with them, like a rib of steel,

make them; I make them not.

Fal. If the cook help to make the gluttony To make strength stronger; but, for all our

you help to make the diseases, Doll: we catch loves, First let them try themselves: So did your son;

of you, Doll, we catch of you ; grant that, my He was so suffer'd; so came I a widow;

poor virtue, grant that. And never shall have length of life enough,

Dol. Ay, marry; our chains, and our To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,


Fal. Your brooches, pearls, and owches ;-for That it may grow and sprout as high as heaFor recordation to my noble husband.

to serve bravely, is to come halting off, you

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

know: To come off the breach with his pike

bent bravely, and to surgery bravely; to venmy mind,

ture upon the charged chamberst bravely : As with the tide swell’d up unto its height, That makes a still-stand, running neither way,

Dol. Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang

yourself! Fain would I go to meet the archbishop,

Host. By my troth, this is the old fashion ; But many thousand reasons hold me back : I will resolve for Scotland; there am I,

you two never meet, but you fall to some dis

cord : you are both, in good troth, as rheumaTill time and vantage crave my company.

tic as two dry toasts; you cannot one bear [Ereunt.

with another's confirmities. What the goodSCENE IV.-London.- A Room in the Boar's

year! one must bear, and that must be you:

| To Doll.] you are the weaker vessel, as they Head Tavern, in Eustcheup.

say, the emptier vessel. Enter two DRAWERS.

Dol. Can a weak empty vessel bear such a

| huge full hogshead ? there's a whole mer1 Draw. What the devil hast thou brought

chant's venture of Bourdeaux stuff in him; you there? apple-Johns? thou know'st, Sir John

'have not seen a hulk better stuffed in the hold. cannot endure an apple-John.t

-Come, I'll be friends with thee, Jack: thou 2 Drau. Mass, thou sayest true: The prince

art going to the wars; and whether I shall once set a dish of apple-Johns before him, and

ever see thee again, or no, there is nobody told him, there were five more Sir Johns: and,

cares. putting off his hat, said, I will now take my leure of these sixury, round, old, wither'd

Re-enter DRAWER. knights. It angered him to the heart; but he hath forgot that.

Drau. Sir, anciertę Pistol's below, and 1 Draw. Why then, cover, and set them would speak with you. down: And see if thou canst find out Sneak's Dol, Hang him, swaggering rascal! let him noise ;t mistress Tear-sheet' would fain hear not come hither: it is the foul mouth'dst rogue some music. Despatch :-The room where | in England.

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| Host. If he swagger, let him not come here: 1 Dol. Captain! thou abominable demped no, by my faith; I must live amongst my cheater, art thou not ashamed to be calledneighbours; I'll no swaggerers: I am in good captain? If captains were of my mind, they name and fame with the very best :- Shut the would truncheon you out, for taking their door ;--there comes no swaggerers here: I have names upon you before you have earned them. not lived all this while, to have swaggering You a captain, you slave! for what? for tear. now shut the door, I pray you.

ing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house?Fal. Dost thou hear, hostess ?

He a captain! Hang him, rogne! He lives Host. Pray you, pacify yourself, Sir John; upon mouldy stewed prunes, and dried cakes. there comes no swaggerers" here.

A captain! these villains will make the word Fal. Dost thou hear? it is mine ancient. captain as odious as the word occupy; which

Host. Tilly-fally, Sir John, never tell me; I was an excellent good word before it was your ancient swaggerer comes not in my doors. ill-sorted: therefore captains bad need look I was before master Tisick, the deputy, the to it. other day; and, as he said to me--it was no Bard. Pray thee, go down, good ancient. longer ago than Wednesday last, -Neighbour Fal. Hark thee hither, mistress Doll. Quickly, says he ;-master Dumb, our minister, Pist. Not I: tell thee what, corporal Bar. was by then ;-Neighbour Quickly, says he ; dolph;-I could tear her:I'll be revenged receive those that are civil; for, saith he, you are on her. in un ill name ;—now he said so, I can tell Page. Pray thee, go down whereupon; for, says he, you are an honest uo- Pist. I'll see her damned first ;-to Pluto's man, and well thought on; therefore tuke heed damned lake, to the infernal deep, with Ere. what guests you receive : Reccive, says he, no bus and tortures vile also. Hold book and suaggering companions. There comes none line, say I. Down, down, dogs! down faihere;-you would bless you to hear what he tors !* Have we not Hiren here?+ said :--00, I'll po swaggerers.

Host. Good captain Peesel, be quiet; it is Fal. He's no swaggerer, hostess; a tame very late, i'faith: I beseek you now, aggracheater,t he; you may stroke him as gently as vate your choler. a puppy grey bound: he will not swagger with Pist. These be good humours, indeed! Shall a Barbary hen, if her feathers turn back in

pack horses, any show of resistance.-Call him up, drawer. And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,

Host, Cheater, call you him? I will bar no Wbich cannot go but thirty miles a day, honest man my house, nor no cheater: But i Compare with Cæsars, and with Cannibals, do not love swaggering; by my troth, I am the And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them worse, when one says-swagger : feel, mas

with ters, how I shake; look you, I warrant you. King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar. Dol. So you do, hostess.

Shall we fall foul for toys? Host. Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, an Host. By my troth, captain, these are very 'twere an aspen leaf: I cannot abide swag

of abide swag. bitter words. gerers.

Bard. Be gone, good ancient : this will

grow to a brawl anon. Enter Pistol, BARDOLPH, and Page. Pist. Die men, like dogs ; give crowns like

pins ; Have we not Hiren here? Pist. 'Save you, Sir John !

Host. O' my word, captain, there's none Fal. Welcome, ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, such bere. What the good-year! do you think, I charge you with a cup of sack: do you dis- I would deny her? for God's sake, be quiet.. charge upon mine hostess.

Pist. Then, feed, and be fat, my fair CaliPist. I will discharge upon her, Sir John,

polis : with two bullets.

Come, give's some sack. Ful. She is pistol proof, Sir; you shall Si fortuna me tormenta, sperato me conhardly offend her.


[fire : Host. Come, I'll drink no proofs, nor no Fear we broadsides ? no, let the fiend give bullets : I'll drink no more than will do me|Give me some sack ;-and, sweetheart, lie good, for no man's pleasure, I.

thou there. (Laying doun his sword. Pist. Then to you, mistress Dorothy ; I will come we to full points here; and are et cetera's charge you.

nothing Dol. Charge me? I scorn you, scurvy com- Fal. Pistol, I would be quiet. panion. What! you poor, base, rascally, cheat Pist. Sweet knight, I kiss thy neif:// What! ing, lacklinen mate! Away you mouldy rogue, we have seen the seven stars. away! I am meat for your master.

Dol. Thrust him down stairs; I cannot enPist. I know you, mistress Dorothy. dure such a fustian rascal.

Dol. Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy Pist. Thrust him down stairs! know we got bung, away! by this wine, 'll thrust my knife | Galloway nags? in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy Fal. Quoit** him down, Bardolph, like a cutile with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! shove-groat shilling: nay, if he do nothing but you basket.hilt stale juggler, you !-Since

speak'nothing, he shall be nothing here. when, I pray you, Sir ? What, with two

Bard. Come, get you down stairs. points on your shoulder ? much !6

Pist. What! shall we have incision? shall we Pist. I will murder your cuff for this.

imbrue?- [Snatching up his sword. Fal. No more, Pistol; I would not have you | Then death rock me asleep, abridge my dolego off here: discharge yourself of our company,

ful daystt Pistol. Host. No, good captain Pistol; not here,

* Traitors, rascals. sweet captain.

+ A quotation from a play of G. Peele’s.

Blunder for Hannibals. * A blustering, fighting fellow. + Gamester.

Parody of a line in the Battle of Alcasar, aq old play. 1 Laces, marks of his commission.

| Fist. Common hacknies. ** Throw. An expression of disdain.

It Part of an ancient song.

Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds himself is such another; the weight of a hair Untwine the sisters three! Come, Atropos, I will turn the scales between their avoirdupois. say!

P. Hen. Would not this nave of a wheel have Host. Here's goodly stuff toward!

his ears cut off? Fal. Give me my rapier, boy.

Poins. Let's beat him before his whore. Doi. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not P. Hen. Look, if the withered elder hath not draw.

his poll clawed like a parrot. Fal. Get you down stairs.

Poins. Is it not strange, that desire should so (Drawing, and driving PISTOL out. many years outlive performance ? Host. Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear Fäl. Kiss me, Doll. keeping house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and! P. Hen. Saturn and Venus this year in confrights. So; murder, I warrant now. Alas, junction! wbat says the almanack to that? alas! put up your naked weapons, put up your Poins. And, look, whether the fiery Trigon," naked weapons.

his man, be not lisping to his master's old [Exeunt Pistol and BARDOLPH. tables; his note-book, his counsel-keeper. Dol. I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal Fal. Thou dost give me flattering busses. is gone. Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, Dol. Nay, truly; I kiss thee with a most you.

constant heart. Host. Are you not hurt i’the groin ? me- ! Fal. I am old, I am old. thought, he made a shrewd thrust at your belly. Dol. I love thee better than I love e'er a Re-enter BARDOLPH.

scurvy young boy of them all.

Ful. 'What stuff wilt have a kirtlet of? I Ful. Have you turned him out of doors ? shall receive money on Thursday: thou shalt Bard. Yes, Sir. The rascal's drunk: you

have a cap to-morrow. A merry song, come : have hurt him, Sir, in the shoulder.

it grows late, we'll to bed. Thou’lt forget me, Fal. A rascal! to brave me!

when I am gone. Dol. Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas,

Dol. By my troth, thou'lt set me a weeping, poor ape, how thou sweat'st! Come, let me

an thou sayest so: prove that ever I dress mywipe thy face;come on, you whoreson chops:

self handsome till thy return. - Well, hearken -Ah, rogue! i'faith, I love thee. Thou art as

the end. valorous as Hector of Troy, worth five of

Fal. Some sack, Francis. Agamemnon, and ten times better than the

| P. Hen. Poins. Anon, anon, Sir.

(Advancing: nine worthies. Ah, villain! Fal. A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue

Fal. Ha! a bastard son of the king's?-And in a blanket.

| art not thou Poins his brother? Dol. Do, if thou darest for thy heart: if thou! P. Hen. Why, thou globe of sinful contidost, I'll canvas thee between a pair of sheets.

nents, what a life dost thou lead?

1. Fal. A better than thou; I am a gentleman, Enter Music,

thou art a drawer.

P. Hen. Very true, Sir; and I come to draw Page. The music is come, Sir.

you out by the ears. Fal. Let them play ;-Play, Sirs.--Sit on my Host. O, the Lord preserve thy good grace! knee, Doll. A rascal bragging slave! the rogue by my troth, welcome to London.-Now the fled from me like quicksilver.

Lord bless that sweet face of thine! O Jesu, Dol. I'faith, and thou followedst him like a are you come from Wales ? church. Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholo- Fal. Thou whoreson mad compound of mamew boar-pig, when wilt thou leave fighting jesty,-by this light flesh and corrupt blood, o'days, and foiningt o'nights, and begin to I thou art welcome. patch up thine old body for heaven?

Leaning his hand upon Doll. Enter behind, Prince Henry and Poins, dis

Dol. How! yon fat fool, I scorn you.

Poins. My lord, he will drive you out of your guised like Druwers.

revenge, and turn all to a merriment, if you Fal. Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a take not the heat. death's head: do not bid me rernember mine | P. Hen. You whoreson candle-mine, you, end.

| how vilely did you speak of me even now, beDol. Sirrah, what humour is the prince of? fore this honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman?

Fal Acond shallow vonno fellow: he would H ost. 'Blessing o'your good heart! and so have made a good pantler, he would have she is, by my troth. chipped bread well.

Fal. Didst thou hear me? Dol. They say, Poins has a good wit.

P. Hen. Yes; and you knew me, as you did Fal. He a good wit? hang him, baboon! his when you ran away by Gad's-hill : you knew, wit is as thick as Tewksbury mustard; there is I was at your back, and spoke it on purpose, no more conceit in him, than is in a mallet to try my patience.

Dol. Why does the prince love him so then? Fal. No, no, no; not so; I did not think,

Fal. Because their legs are both of a bigness: thou wast within hearing. and he plays at quoits well; and eats conger P. Hen. I shall drive you then to confess the and fennel; and drinks off candles' ends for wilful abuse; and then I know how to handle dap-dragons; and rides the wild mare with the you. boys; and jumps upon joint-stools; and swears Fal. No abuse, Hal, on mine honour; no with a good grace; and wears his boot very abuse. smooth, like unto the sign of the leg; and P. Hen. Not! to dispraise me; and call me breeds no bate with telling of discreet stories, pantler, and bread-chipper, and I know not and such other gambol faculties he hath, that what?" show a weak mind and an able body, for the Fal. No abuse, Hal. which the prince admits him for the prince Poins. No abuse!


* An astronomical term

+ A short cloak.

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