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If he should do so,

He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh
Baying him at the heels: never fear that.
Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces
hither?

Hast. The duke of Lancaster, and Westmore-
land:

Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Monmouth:
But who is substituted 'gainst the French,
I have no certain notice.
Arch.
Let us on;
And publish the occasion of our arms.
The commonwealth is sick of their own choice,
Their over-greedy love hath surfeited:-
A habitation giddy and unsure

Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
O thou fond many! with what loud applause
Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke,

Before he was what thou would'st have him be?
And being now trimm'd2 in thine own desires,
Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,
That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up.
So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge
Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;
And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up,
And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these times?
They that, when Richard liv'd, would have him die,
Are now become enamour'd on his grave:
Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head,
When through proud London he came sighing on

After the admired heels of Bolingbroke,
Cry'st now, O earth, yield us that king again,
And take thou this! O thoughts of men accurst!
Past, and to come, seem best; things present, worst.
Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on?
Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids be
gone.
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Host. Master Fang, have you entered the action?
Fang. It is entered.

Snare. Here, here.

Fang. Snare, we must arrest sir John Falstaff. Host. Yea, good master Snare; I have entered him and all.

Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives, for he will stab.

Host. Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabbed me in mine own house, and that most beastly: in good faith, a' cares not what mischief he doth, if his weapon be out: he will foin like any devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child.

Fang. If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.

Host. No, nor I neither: I'll be at your elbow. Fang. An I but fist him once; an a' come but within my vice ;

Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's an infinitive thing upon my score:-Good master Fang, hold him sure;-good master Snare, let him not 'scape. He comes continually to Piecorner, (saving your manhoods,) to buy a saddle; and he's indited to dinner to the lubbar's head in Lumbert-street, to master Smooth's the silkman: I pray ye, since my exion is entered, and my case so openly known to the world, let him be brought in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long loan for a poor lone woman to bear: And I have borne, and borne, and borne; and have been fubbed off, and fubbed off, and fubbed off, from this day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. There is no honesty in such dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass, and a beast, to bear every knave's wrong.

Enter Sir John Falstaff, Page, and Bardolph. Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your offices, do your offices, master Fang, and master Snare; do me, do me, do me your offices.

Fal. How now? whose mare's dead? what's the matter?

Fang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of mistress Quickly.

Fal. Away, varlets!-Draw, Bardolph; cut me off the villain's head; throw the quean in the channel.

Host. Throw me in the channel? I'll throw thee in the channel. Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bas

tardly rogue!-Murder, murder! O thou honey-
suckle villain! wilt thou kill God's officers, and
the king's? O thou honey-seed" rogue! thou art a
honey-seed; a man-queller, and a woman-queller.
Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph.
Fang. A rescue! a rescue!

Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two.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 rampallion! you fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.

Enter the Lord Chief Justice, attended.

Ch. Just. What's the matter? keep the peace here, ho!

Host. Good my lord, be good to me! I beseech you, stand to me!

Ch. Just. How now, sir John? what, are you brawling here?

Host. Where is your yeoman? Is it a lusty yeo-Doth this become your place, your time, and busi

man? will a' stand to't?

Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare?

Host. O lord, ay: good master Snare.

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You should have been well on your way to York.-
Stand from him, fellow; Wherefore hang'st thou

on him?

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Host. O my most worshipful lord, an't please your grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.

Ch. Just. For what sum?

Host. It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all, all I have: he hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all my substance 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 like to ride the mare, if have any vantage of ground to get up.

I

Ch. Just. How comes this, sir John? Fie! what man of good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation? Are you not ashamed, to enforce a poor widow to so rough a course to come by her

own?

Gow. The king, my lord, and Harry prince of
Wales

Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells.
Fal. As I am a gentleman ;-

Host. Nay, you said so before.

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.

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 waterwork, is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings, and these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, if thou canst. Come, an it were not for thy huFal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee? mours, there is not a better wench in England. Go, Host. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thy-wash thy face, and draw thy action: Come, thou self, and the money too. Thou didst swear to me must not be in this humour with me; dost not know upon a parcel-gilti goblet, sitting in my Dolphin me? Come, come, I know thou wast set on to this. chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, Host. Pray thee, sir John, let it be but twenty upon Wednesday in Whitsun week, when the prince nobles; i'faith, I am loath to pawn my plate, in proke thy head for liking his father to a singing- good earnest, la.

Fal. Will I live?-Go, with her, with her; [To Bardolph.] hook on, hook on.

man of Windsor; thou didst swear to me then, as Fal. Let it alone; I'll make other shift: you'll I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make be a fool still. me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did Host. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my not good wife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in gown. I hope, you'll come to supper: You'll pay then, and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to me all together? borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us, she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a green wound? And didst thou not, 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 me 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 she 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. Just. 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 words that come with such more than impudent sauciness from you, can thrust me from a level consideration; you have, as it appears to me, practised upon the easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made her serve your uses both in purse and person.

Host. Yea, in troth, my lord.

Ch. Just. Pr'ythee, peace:-Pay her the debt you owe her, and unpay the villany you have done with her; the one you may do with sterling money, and the other with current repentance.

Host. Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet you at supper?

Fal. No more words; let's have her.

[Exeunt Host. Bard. officers, and page.
Ch. Just. I have heard better news.
Fal. What's the news, my good lord?
Ch. Just. Where lay the king last night?
Gow. At Basingstoke, my lord.

Fal. I hope, my lord, all's well: What's the news, my lord?

Ch. Just. Come all his forces back?
Gow. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred
horse,

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. Just. You shall have letters of me presently:
Come, go along with me, good master Gower.
Fal. My lord!

Ch. Just. What's the matter?
Fal. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me
to dinner?

Gow. 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 counties as

you go.

Fal. Will you sup with me, master Gower? Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you these manners, sir John?

Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without reply. You call honourable boldness, impudent sauciness: if a man will make court'sy, and say nothing, he is virtuous: No, my lord, my humble Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, he duty remembered, I will not be your suitor; I say was a fool that taught them me.-This is the right to you, I do desire deliverance from these officers, fencing grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so part fair. being upon hasty employment in the king's affairs. Ch. Just. Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art Ch. Just. You speak as having power to do a great fool. wrong: but answer in the effect of your reputation,' and satisfy the poor woman. Fal. Come hither, hostess. [Taking her aside.

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SCENE II.-The same. Another street. Enter
Prince Henry and Poins.

P. Hen. Trust me, I am exceeding weary.
Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought weari
ness durst not have attached one of so high blood.

(3) Suitable to your character. (4) Withdraw

P. Hen. 'Faith, it does me; though it discolours] the complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth it not show vilely in me, to desire small beer?

Enter Bardolph and Page.

Bard. 'Save your grace!

P. Hen. And yours, most noble Bardolph! Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied, as to remember so weak a composition. Bard. Come, you virtuous ass, [To the page.] P. Hen. Belike then my appetite was not princely you bashful fool, must you be blushing? wherefore got; for, by my troth, I do now remember the poor blush you now? What a maidenly man at arms are creature, small beer. But, indeed, these humble you become! Is it such a matter, to get a pottleconsiderations make me out of love with my great-pot's maidenhead?

ness. What a disgrace is it to me, to remember

Bard. Away, you whoreson upright rabbit,

Page. He called me even now, my lord, through thy name? or to know thy face to-morrow? or to a red lattice, and I could discern no part of his take note how many pair of silk stockings thou face from the window: at last, I spied his eyes; hast; viz. these, and those that were the peach-and, methought, he had made two holes in the alecoloured ones? or to bear the inventory of thy wife's new petticoat, and peeped through. P. Hen. Hath not the boy profited? shirts; as, one for superfluity, and one other for use?-but that, the tennis-court keeper knows better than I; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee, away! when thou keepest not racket there; as thou hast not done a great while, because the rest of thy low-away! countries have made a shift to eat up thy holland: and God knows, whether those that bawl out the ruins of thy linen,' shall inherit his kingdom; but the midwives say, the children are not in the fault: whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are mightily strengthened.

Poins. How ill it follows, after you have laboured so hard, you should talk so idly! Tell me, how many good young princes would do so, their fathers being so sick as yours at this time is?

P. Hen. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins? Poins. Yes; and let it be an excellent good thing. P. Hen. It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine.

Poins. Go to; I stand the push of your one thing that you will tell.

P. Hen. Why, I tell thee,-it is not meet that I should be sad, now my father is sick albeit 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.

Page. Away, you rascally Althea's dream,

P. Hen. Instruct us, boy: What dream, boy? delivered of a fire-brand; and therefore I call him Page. Marry, my lord, Althea dreamed she was her dream.

There it is, boy.
P. Hen. A crown's worth of good interpretation.
[Gives him money.

Poins. O, that this good blossom could be kept from cankers!-Well, there is sixpence to preserve thee.

Bard. An you do not make him be hanged among you, the gallows shall have wrong.

P. Hen. And how doth thy master, Bardolph? coming to town; there's a letter for you. Bard. Well, my lord. He heard of your grace's

Poins. Delivered with good respect.—And how doth the Martlemas, your master?

Bard. In bodily health, sir.

Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a physi cian: but that moves not him; though that be sick, it dies not.

P. Hen. I do allow this wen to be as familiar with me as my dog: and he holds his place; for, look you, how he writes.

Poins. Very hardly, upon such a subject. P. Hen. By this hand, thou think'st me as far in Poins. [Reads.] John Falstaff, knight,—Every the devil's book, as thou, and Falstaff, for obduracy and persistency: Let the end try the man. But I man must know that, as oft as he has occasion to tell thee, my heart bleeds inwardly, that my father name himself. Even like those that are kin to the is so sick and keeping such vile company as thou king; for they never prick their finger, but they art, hath in reason taken from me all ostentation say, There is some of the king's blood spill: How

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P. Hen. And to thee.

Poins. By this light, I am well spoken of, I can hear it with my own ears: the worst that they can say of me is, that I am a second brother, and that I am a proper fellow of my hands; and those two things, I confess, I cannot help. By the mass, here comes Bardolph.

P. Hen. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: he had him from me Christian; and look, if the fat villain have not transformed him ape.

(1) Children wrapt up in his old shirts.
(2) An ale-house window.

comes that? says he, that takes upon him not to conceive: the answer is as ready as a borrower's cap; I am the king's poor cousin, sir.

P. Hen. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it from Japhet. But the letter:

Poins. Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of
the king, nearest his father, Harry, prince of
Wales, greeting.-Why, this is a certificate.
P. Hen. Peace!

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Poins. I will imitate the honourable Roman in brevity:-he sure means brevity in breath; shortwinded.-I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with Poins, for he misuses thy favours so much, that he swears thou art to marry his sister Nell. Repent at idle tinies as thou may'st, and so farewell.

Thine, by yea and no, (which is as much as to say, as thou usest him,) Jack Falstaff, with my familiare ; John, with my brothers and sisters, and Sir John, with all Europe. My lord, I will steep this letter in sack, and make him eat it.

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

(3) Martinmas, St. Martin's day is Nov. 11. (4) Swollen excrescence,

words. But do you use me thus, Ned? must I Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. marry your sister?

Poins. May the wench have no worse fortune! but I never said so.

P. Hen. Well, thus we play the fools with the time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds, and mock us.-Is your master here in London? Bard. Yes, my lord.

P. Hen. Where sups he? Doth the old boar feed in the old frank?'

Bard. At the old place, my lord; in Eastcheap.
P. Hen. What company?

Page. Ephesians, my lord; of the old church.
P. Hen. Sup any women with him?

Page. None, my lord, but old mistress Quickly, and mistress Doll Tear-sheet.

P. Hen. What pagan may that be?

He had no legs, that practis'd not his gait :
And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Became the accents of the valiant;
For those that could speak low, and tardily,
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To seem like him: So that, in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,

In military rules, humours of blood,
He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion'd others. And him,-O 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 disadvantage; to abide a field,
Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name
Did seem defensible:-so you left him:

Page. A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kins-Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong, woman of my master's.

To hold your honour more precise and nice

P. Hen. Even such kin, as the parish heifers are With others, than with him; let them alone; to the town bull.-Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper?

Poins. I am your shadow, my lord; I'll follow you.

P. Hen. Sirrah, you boy,-and Bardolph ;-no word to your master, that I am yet come to town: There's for your silence.

Bard. I have no tongue, sir.

Page. And for mine, sir,-I will govern it. P. Hen. Fare ye well; go-[Exeunt Bardolph and Page.]-this Doll Tear-sheet should be some road.

Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way between Saint Alban's and London.

P. Hen. How might we see Falstaff bestow himself to-night in his true colours, and not ourselves be seen?

Poins. Put on two leather jerkins, and aprons, and wait upon him at his table, as drawers.

The marshal, and the archbishop, are strong:
Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck,
Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave.
North.
Beshrew your heart,
Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from me,
With new lamenting ancient oversights.
But I must go, and meet with danger there;
Or it will seek me in another place,
And find me worse provided.
Lady N.
O, fly to Scotland,
Till that the nobles, and the armed commons,
Have of their puissance made a little taste.
Lady P. If they get ground and vantage of the
king,

Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, To make strength stronger; but, for all our loves, First let them try themselves: So did your son; He was so suffer'd; so came I a widow; P. Hen. From a god to a bull? a heavy descen- And never shall have length of life enough, sion! it was Jove's case. From a prince to a 'pren- To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes, tice? a low transformation! that shall be mine: That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven, for, in every thing, the purpose must weigh with For recordation to my noble husband. the folly. Follow me, Ned. [Exeunt North. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with SCENE III.-Warkworth. Before the castle. As with the tide swell'd up into its height, Enter Northumberland, Lady Northumberland, That makes a still-stand, running neither way. and Lady Percy. Fain would I go to meet the archbishop, But many thousand reasons hold me back :I will resolve for Scotland; there am I, Till time and vantage crave my company.

North. I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle
daughter,

Give even way unto my rough affairs:
Put not you on the visage of the times,
And be, like them, to Percy troublesome.
Lady N. I have given over, I will speak no more:
Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide.
North. Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn;
And, but my going, nothing can redeem it.
Lady P. O, yet, for God's sake, go not to these

wars!

The time was, father, that you broke your word,
When you were more endear'd to it than now;
When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry,
Threw many a northward look, to see his father
Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.
Who then persuaded you to stay at home?
There were two honours lost; yours, and your son's.
For yours,-may heavenly glory brighten it!
For his, it stuck upon him, as the sun

In the grey vault of heaven: and, by his light,
Did all the chivalry of England move
To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass
(2) Ill-betide.

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my mind,

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SCENE IV.-London. A room in the Boar's
Head Tavern, in Eastcheap. Enter two Drawers.

1 Draw. What the devil hast thou brought there? apple-Johns? thou know'st, sir John cannot endure an apple-John.3

2 Draw. Mass, thou sayest true: The prince once set a dish of apple-Johns before him, and told him, there were five more sir Johns: and, putting off his hat, said, I will now take my leave of these six dry, round, old, wither'd knights. It angered him to the heart; but he hath forgot that.

1 Draw. Why then, cover, and set them down: And see if thou canst find out Sneak's noise; mistress Tear-sheet would fain hear some music. Despatch:-The room where they supped is too hot; they'll come in straight.

2 Draw. Sirrah, here will be the prince, and master Poins anon: and they will put on two of our

(4) Sneak was a street minstrel: a noise of mu sicians anciently signified a concert.

jerkins, and aprons; and sir John must not know) of it: Bardolph hath brought word.

1 Draw. By the mass, here will be old utis: It will be an excellent stratagem.

2 Draw. I'll see, if I can find out Sneak. [Exit.

Fal. Dost thou hear, hostess?Host. Pray you, pacify yourself, sir John; there comes no swaggerers' here.

Fal. Dost thou hear? it is mine ancient.

Host. Tilly-fally, sir John, never tell me ; your ancient swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was Enter Hostess and Doll Tear-sheet. before master Tisick, the deputy, the other day; Host. I'faith, sweet heart, methinks now you are and, as he said to me, it was no longer ago than in an excellent good temperality: your pulsidge Wednesday last,-Neighbour Quickly, says he ;beats as extraordinarily as heart would desire: and master Dumb, our minister, was by then;-Neigh your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose: bour Quickly, says he, receive those that are civil; But, i'faith, you have drunk too much canaries; for, saith he, you are in an ill name ;-now he said and that's a marvellous searching wine, and it per-so, I can tell whereupon; for, says he, you are an fumes the blood ere one can say,-What's this? honest woman, and well thought on; therefore take How do you now?

Doll. Better than I was. Hem. Host. Why, that's well said; a good heart's worth gold. Look, here comes sir John.

Enter Falstaff, singing.

Fal. When Arthur first in court.-Empty the jordan.-And was a worthy king: [Exit Drawer.] How now, mistress Doll?

Host. Sick of a calm: yea, good sooth.

Fal. So is all her sect; an they be once in a calm, they are sick.

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

Fal. You make fat rascals, mistress Doll. Doll. I make them! gluttony and diseases make them; I make them not.

Fal. If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to make the diseases, Doll: we catch of you, Doll, we catch of you; grant that, my poor virtue, grant that.

heed what guests you receive: Receive, says he, no swaggering companions.--There comes none here;-you would bless you to hear what he said: -no, I'll no swaggerers.

Fal. He's no swaggerer, hostess; a tame cheater,* he; you may stroke him as gently as a puppy greyhound: he will not swagger with a Barbary hen, if her feathers turn back in any show of resistance. -Call him up, drawer.

Host. Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man my house, nor no cheater: But I do not love swaggering; by my troth, I am the worse, when one says-swagger: feel, masters, how ĺ shake; look you, I warrant you.

Doll. So you do, hostess.

Host. Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere an aspen leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers.

Enter Pistol, Bardolph, and Page.

Pist. 'Save you, sir John!

Fal. Welcome, ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge you with a cup of sack: do you discharge upon mine hostess.

Doll. Ay, marry; our chains, and our jewels. Fal. Your brooches, pearls, and owches;-for to serve bravely, is to come halting off, you know: To come off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to surgery bravely; to venture upon the charged two bullets. chambers bravely:

Pist. I will discharge upon her, sir John, with

Fal. She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall hardly

Doll. Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang offend her. yourself!

Host. Come, I'll drink no proofs, nor no bullets: Host. By my troth, this is the old fashion; you I'll drink no more than will do me good, for no two never meet, but you fall to some discord: you man's pleasure, I.

are both, in good troth, as rheumatic as two dry Pist. Then to you, mistress Dorothy; I will toasts; you cannot one bear with another's confir- charge you. mities. What the good-year ! one must bear, and that must be you: [To Doll.] you are the weaker vessel, as they say, the emptier vessel.

Doll. Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogshead? there's a whole merchant's venture of Bourdeaux stuff in him; you have not seen a hulk better stuffed in the hold.-Come, I'll be friends with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars; and whether I shall ever see thee again, or no, there is nobody cares.

Re-enter Drawer.

Draw. Sir, ancient Pistol's below, and would speak with you.

Doll. Hang him, swaggering rascal! let him not come hither: it is the foul-mouth'dst rogue in England.

Doll. Charge me? I scorn you, scurvy companion. What! you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! am meat for your master.

Pist. I know you, mistress Dorothy.

Doll. Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! by this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you baskethilt stale juggler, you!-Since when, I pray you, sir ?-What, with two points' on your shoulder ? much!

Pist. I will murder your ruff for this.

Fal. No more, Pistol; I would not have you go off here: discharge yourself of our company, Pistol. Host. No, good captain Pistol; not here, sweet captain.

Host. If he swagger, let him not come here: no, Doll. Captain! thou abominable damned cheater, by my faith; I must live amongst my neighbours, art thou not ashamed to be called-captain? It I'll no swaggerers: I am in good name and fame captains were of my mind, they would truncheon with the very best:-Shut the door;-there comes you out, for taking their names upon you before no swaggerers here: I have not lived all this while, you have earned them. You a captain, you slave! to have swaggering now :-Shut the door, I pray for what? for tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house?-He a captain! Hang him, rogue!

you.

(1) Merry doings. (2) Small pieces of ordnance.
(3) Mrs. Quickly's blunder for goujere, i. e. pox.
(4) Ensign. (5) A blustering, fighting fellow.

(6) Gamester.

(7) Laces, marks of his commission.
(8) An expression of disdain.

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