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jesty,-by this light flesh and corrupt blood, thot ment upon thee, for suffering flesh to be eaten in art welcome.
[Leuning his hund
Doll. thy house, contrary to the law; for the which, I Dol. Ilow! you fat fool, I scorn you.
think, thou wilt bowl. Poins. My lord, he will drive you out of
your Not. All victuallers do so: What's a joint of revenge, and turn all to a merriment, if you take 5 mutton or two, in a whole Lent? not the heat.
P. Henry. You, gentlewoman,P.Ilenry. You whoreson candle-mine', you Dol. What says your grace? bow vil ly did you speak of me even now, before Ful. Ris grace says that which his flesh rebels this honest, virtuous, civil gentiewoman?
against. Fiost. 'Blessing o' your good heart! and so she 10 Ilost. Who knocks so loud at door? look to the is, by my troth.
cloor there, Francis. lül. Didst thou hear me?
Enter Peto. P. Henry. Yes; and you knew me, as you diri P. Henry. Preto, how now? what news? when you ran away by Gads-hill: you knew, 11 Peto. The king your father is at Westininster; was at your back: anci spoke it on purpose, to try 15 And there are twenty weak and wearied posts my patience.
Core t.omn the north: and, as I came along, Fud No, no, no; not so: I did not think thou i met, and overtook, a dozen captains, wast within hearing.
Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns, B. Henry. I shall drive you then to confess the ind a king every one for Sir John Falstall. wilful abuse; and then I know how to handle vou. 20 P. Henry. By heaven, l'oins, I feel me much Ful. No abuse, l'al, on mine honour; no abuse. ,
to blame, P. Henry. No! to dispraise me; and call me-- Soidly to protane the precious time; pantier, and bread.chipper, and I know not what: When tempest of cominotion, like the south Ful. No abuse, Hal.
Borve with black vapour, dotlı begin to melt, Poins. No abuse!
125 And drop upon our bare unarmed heads. [night. Ful. Noabuse, Ned, in the world; honest Ned, Give me my sword and cloak:-Falstafi, good none. I di-prai'd bim before the wickel, thai
[Ereunt Prince and Poins, the wicked might not fall in love with him:-in
Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the which doing, I have done the part of a careful night, and we must hence, and leave it unpick'd. friend, and a true subject, and thy father is to give 30 sore knocking at the door?-How now? what's me thanks for it. No abuse, mil;--none, led, the matter? none;-no, boys, none.
Bard. You must away to court, sir, presently; P. Henry. See now, whether pure fear, anden A dozen captains stay at door for you. tire cowardice, doth not make thee wrong this vir-1 Ful. Pay the musicians, sirrah (To the Page.]-tuous gentlewoman to close with us? Is she of the 35 farewel, hostess ;--fareivel, Doll. You see, my wicked? Is thine bostess here of the wiched? Orl ood wenches, how men of merit are sought after: is the boy of the wicked? or honest Bardolphi, the undeserver may sleep, when the man of action shose zeal burns in his pose, of the wicked? is call don.--Farewel, good wenches:- If I be not
Poins. Answer, thou dead em, answer. ient away post, I will see you again ere I go.
Dol. I cannot speak;--if my heart be not ready coverable; and his face is Luciler's privy kitchen, o burst :-Well, sweet Jack, have a care of thywhere hedoth nothing but roast malt-worms. Foi elf. the boy.--there is a goo: angel about him; but the Fal. Farewel, farewel. [Excunt Fal. and Bard. devil out-bids him too.
Ilöst. Weill, fare thee well: I have known thee P. Henry. For the women.--
45 ese twenty-nine years, coine pescod-time; but Ful. F'or one of them,- slie is in hell already, in bonester and truer-hearted man,-Well, fare and burns, poor soul! For the other.--I owe ber hee well. money; and whether she be damo'd for that, I Bard. [ruithin.) Mistress Tear-sheet, hnow not.
Host. W!at's the matter?
[ter. llost. No, I warrant you.
Burd. Bid mistress Tear-sheet come to my inasFal No, I think thou art not; I think, thou llost. O run, Doll,run; run, goou Doll.[Ercunt. art quit for that: Marry, there is another indict
А ст III.
and well consider of them: Make good speed.--The Palace.
60 How many thousand of my poorest subjects Enter King Henry, in his night-gown, with a Page. Are at this hour asleep!-o sleep, o gentle sleep,
!O , K. Henry. Go, call the earls of Surrey, and of
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
[ters, That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down, But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these let. And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Meaning, thou inexhaustible magazine of tallow,
Why, rather, sleep, ly'st thou in smoky cribs, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
'Tis pot ten years gone, And hush'd with buzzing night Hies to thyslumber: Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends, Than in the perfund chambers of the great, Did feast together, and, in two years after, Under the canopies of costly state,
5 Were they at wars: It is but eight years, since And lulld with sounds of sweetest melody? This Percy was the man nearest my soul; O thou dull god, why ly'st thou with the vile, Who like a brother toil'd in my atlairs, In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch And laid his love and life under my foot; 'A watch-case, or a common larum bell?
Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard, Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast 10Gave him detiance. But which of you was by, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains (You, cousin Nevil', as I may reinember) In cradle of the rude imperious surge;
[To Warwick. And in the visitation of the winds,
When Richard", - with his eye brim-full of tears, Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
Then check'd and rated by Northumberland,-
But that necessity so bou'd the state,
The time shall come, thus did he follow it,
Foretelling this same time's condition,
l'ur. There is a history in all men's lives, War. 'Tis one o'clock, and past.
Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd: K. Hinry. Why then, good morrow to you. The which observ’d, a man may prophesy, Well, my lords,
With a near aiin, of the main chance of things Have
read o'er the letters that I sent you? 30 As yet not come to life; which in their seeds, Wor. We have, my liege.
[kingdom And weak beginnings, lie entreasured: K. Henry. Then you perceive, the holy of our Such things become the hatch and brood of time; How, foul it is ; what rank diseases grow,
And, by the necessary form of this,
War. It is but as a body, yet distemper'd*; 35 That great Northumberland, then false to him, Which to its former strength may be restor’d, Would, of that seed, grow to a greater falseness; With good advice, and little medicine :
Which should not find a ground to root upon, My lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd. K, Henry. O heaven! that one might read the Ki llenry. Are these things then necessities? book of fate;
40 Then let us meet them like necessities:And see the revolution of the tiines
And that same word' even now cries out on us; Make mountains level, and ihe continent They say, the bishop and Northumberland (Weary of solid firmness) melt itself
Are fifty thousand strong. Into the sea! and, other times, to see
War. It cannot be, my lord; The beachy girdle of the ocean
45 Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, The numbers of the fear'l:—Please it your grace, And changes till the cup of alteration
To go to bed; upon my lise, my lord, With divers liquors! O, if this were sien,
The powers that you already have sent forth, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through Shall bring this prize in very easily. What perils past, what crosses to ensue, -- 150/To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd
This alludes to the watchman set in garrison-towns upon some eminence attending upon an alarum: bell, which he was to ring out in case of fire, or any approaching danger. He had a case or box to shelter him from the weather, but at bis utmost peril he was not to sleep whilst he was upon duty. These alarum-bells are mentioned in several other places of Shakspeare. 2 Hurly means noise, froin the French harler, to howl. 3 Warburton thinks this passage to be evidently corrupted from happy lor:ly clown; these two lines making the just conclusion from what preceded: “ If sleep will try a king and consort itself with beggars, then happy the lowly clown, and uneasy the crown'd bead.” Dr. Jolmson observes, that distemper (which, according to the old physic, is a disproportionate mixture of humours, or inequality of imate heat and radical humidity) is less than actual disease, being only the stale which foreruns or produces diseases; and that the difference between distemper and disease seems to le much the same as between disposition and habit. "Mr. Steevens observes, that Shakspeare has mitak i the name of this nobleman. The earldom of Warwick was at this time in the family of Beauchump, anddd not come into that of the Nevils till the latter end of the reign of king Henry V I. when it descended to Anne Beauchamp, (the daughter of the earl here introduced), who was married to Richard Netil, earl of Salisbury. · He refers King Richard, Act V. Scene Il.; but Warwick was not present at that conversation. Meaning, necessity. .
Cnless on you.
A certain instance, that Glendower is dead.
Sil. Dead, sir. Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill;
Shal. Dead!-See, see!—he drewa good bow; And these unseasoned hours, perforce, must add -And deadl !-he shot a fine shoot :- John of Unto your sichness.
Gaunt lov’d him well, anı! Detted much money on K. Henry. I will take your counsel : 5 nis head. Dead!-- he would have clapp'd i' the And, were these inward wars once out of hand, clout at twelve score; and carry'd you a tore-hanı We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. [Ere. halt a fourteen and fourteen and a half®, that it
would have done a man's heart good to see.-SCENE II.
Now a score of ewes now? Justice Shallow's Stat in Gloucestershire.
10 Sil. Thereafter as they be: a score of good En er Shallow meeting Silence. Mouldy, Shudoze, ewes may be worth ten pounds. Wart, Feeble, and Bull-culf, Servants, q'c.behind. Shul. And is old Double dead> Shal. Come on, come on, come on; give me
Enter Burdolph and his Boy. your hand, sir, give me your hand, sır: an early Sil. Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men, stirrer, by the rood'. And how doth my good 15 as I think cousin Silence?
Bard. Good-morrow, honest gentlemen: I beSit. Good-morrow, good cousin Shallow. seech you, which is Justice Shallow?
Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bed-fel- Sha!. I'am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire low ? and your fairest daughter, and mine, my god of this county, and one of the king's justices of the daughter Elien?
20 peace: What is your good pleasure with me? Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, cousin Shallow.
Bard. Niy captain, sir, commends him to you; Shul. By yea and nay, sir, I dare say, my cousin uy captain, Sir John Falstatt: a tall gentleman, William is become a good scholar: İle is
by heaven, and a most gallant leader. ford still, is he not?
Shal. Ne greets me well, sir: I knew him a Sil. Indeed, sir; to my cost.
25 good back-sword man: How doth the good knight? Shal. He must then to the inns of court shortly: nay I ask, how my lady his wife doth ? I was once of Clement’s-inn; where, I think, they Bard. Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accorwill talk of mad Shallow yet.
inodlated, than with a wife. Sil. You were call'd—lustyShallow, then,cousin. Shul. It is well said, sir; and it is well said in
Shal. I was call'd any thing; and I would have 30 deed, too. Better accommodated !--it is good; done any thing, indeed, and roundly too. There yea, indeed, is il: good phrases are surely, and was I, and little John Doit of Staffordshire, and ever were, very commendable. Accommodated! Llack George Bare, and Francis Pickbone, and will it comes of accommodo: very good; a good Squele, a Cotswold man,--you hart not four such phrasc'. $winge-bucklers' in all the inns of court again:35Burd. Pardon, sir; I have heard the word. and, I may say to you, we knew where the bona- Phrase, call you it! By this day, I know not the solas' were; and had the best of them all at phrase: but I will maintain the word with my commandment. "Then was Jack Faistall, now Sir word, to be a soldier-like word, and a word of Join, a boy; and page to Thomas Mowbray,duke exceeding good command. Accommodated; that of Soriolk.
40 is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated: or, Sil. This Sir John, cousin, that comes bither when a man is,--being, --uhereby,-he may be aron about soldiers?
thought to be accommodated; which is an excel Shal. The same Sir Jolin, the very same. 1
lent thing. saw him break Skogau's' head at the court gate,
Ent:r Falstaff when he was a crack", not thus high: and the 15 Shal. It is very jut:-Look, here comes good very same day I did figlit with one Sampsou Stock. Sirjohn. --Give me your good hand, give me your fish, a fruiterer, behind Gray's-inn. (), the mad worship’s good hand: By my troth, you look well, days that I have spent! and to see how many of and bear your years very well: welcome, good Sir mine old acquaintances are dead!
Wolin. Sil. We shall all follow, copil.
50 Ful. I am glad to see you well, good master Shal. Certain, 'tis certain; very sure, very sure: Robert Shallow ;-Vaster Sure-card, as I think, deatli, as the Psalmist saitli, is certain to all; all Sluit. No, Sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in shall die.. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stam- commission with me. ford fair?
Tal. Good master Silence, it well befits you Sil. Truly, cousin, I was not there.
55 should be of the peace. Shal. Death is certain.- Is old Double of your Sil. Your good worship is welcome. town living yet?
Fal. l'ie! this is hot weather.-Gentlemen, 'i. e. the cross. * For an account of the Cotswold games, so famous in Shakspeare's time, se note?, p. 46. 'Swinge-bucklers and szcash-bucklers were words implying rakes or rioters, in the time of Shakspeare. * i. e. ladies of pleasure, or harlots. • We learn from a masque of Ben Jonson's, that Scogan was a fine gentleman, and a master of arts of Henry the fourth's times, that made disguises for the king's sons, and writ in ballad royal daintily well.” ** This is an old Islandic word signižying a boy or child. ?i.e. hit the white mark. 'i. e. fourteen score of yards. Accommodate was & modish term of that time, as Ben Jonson intorns us.
have you provided me here half a dozen sufficient make as many holes in an enemy's battle, as thoa men?
hast done in a woman's petticoat? Shal. Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit? Feeble. I will do my good will, sir ; you can Ful. Let me see them, I beseech you.
have no niore. Shal. Where's the roll? Where's the roll : 5 Fal. Well said, good woman's taylor! well said, where's the roll ?-Let me see, let me see, let me courageous Feeble! Thou wilt be as valiant as the
So, so, so, so: Yea, marry, sir:-Ralph wrathtul dove, or most magnanimous mouse. Mouldy :- let them appear as I call; let them do Prick the woman's taylor wel, master Shallow: Let me see; Where is Mouldy?
deep, master Shallow. Mou. Here, an't please you.
1101 Feeble. I would, Wart might have gone, sir. Shul. What think you, Sir John? a good-limb’d Fal. I would, thou wert a man's taylor; that fellow: young, strong, and of good friends. thou might'st inend him, and make him fit to go. Fal. Is thy name Mouldy?
I cannot put him to a private soldier, that is the Moul. Yea, an't please you.
leader of so many thousands: Let that suttice, most Fal. 'Tis the more time thou wert us'd. 15 forcible Feeble.
Shal. Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i' faith! Feeble. It shall suffice, sir. things, that are mouldy, lack use: Very singular Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. good !Well said, Sir John; very well said. Who is next? Fal. Prick hiin.
Shal. Peter Bull-calf of the green! Moul. I was prick'd well enough before, an 20 Fil. Yea, marry, let us see Bull-calf. you could have let me alone: my old dame wiii Bull. Here, sir. be undone now,
for one to do her husbandry, and Fal. Trust me, a likely fellow !-Come, prick her drudgery: you need not to have prick'd me me Bull-caif, till he roar again. there are other men fitter to go out than I. Bull. Ob! good my lord captain,
Fal. Go to; peace, Mouldy, you shall go 25 Hal. What, düst thou roar before thouart prick'de Mouldy, it is time you were spent.
Bull. O lord, sir! I am a diseas man. Moul. Spent !
fal. What disease last thou? Shal. Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside; Know Bull. A whoreson cold, sir; a cold, sir; which you where you are?-For the other, Sir John:- I caught with ringing in the king's affairs, upon let me see:-Simon Shadow !
30 his coronation day, sir. Fal. Ay marry, let me have him to sit under: Ful. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown; he's like to be a cold soldier,
we will have away thy cold; and I will take such Shal. Where's Shadow?
order, that thy friends shall ring for thee.- Is here Shad. Here, sir.
all? Fal. Shadow, whose son art thou?
35 Shal. There is two more call'd than your num. Shad. My mother's son, sir.
ber, you must bave but four here, sir; -and so, I Fal. Thy mother's son! like enough; and thy pray you, go in with me to dinner. father's shadow: so the son of the female is the lal. Come, I will go drink with you, but ! shadow of the male: It is often so, indeed; but cannot tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, in not much of the father's substance.
40 good troth, master Shallow. Shul. Do you like him, Sir John?
Shal. O, Sir John, do you remember since we Fal. Shadow will serve for summer,-prick lay all night in the wind-mill in St. George's-tields? him ;-for we have a number of shadows io till Tul. No more of that, goud muster Shallow, no up the muster-book?.
more of that. Shal. Thomas Wart!
45 Shal. Ha, it was a merry night. And is Jane Fal. Where's he?
Night-work alive? Wurt. Here, sir.
Fal. She lives, master Shallow. Fal. Is thy name Wart?
Shal. She could never away? with me. Wart. Yea, sir.
Fal. Never, never: she would always say, she Fol. Thou art a very ragged wart.
50 could not abide master Shallow. Shal. Shall I prick him, Sir John?
Shal. By the mass, I could anger her to the Fal. It were superfluous; for bis apparel is heart. She was then a bona-roba. Doth she hold built
upon his back, and the whole frame stands her own well? upon pins: prick him no more.
Ful. Old, old, master Shallow. Shal. Ha, ha, ha!-you can do it, sir: you can 35 Shal. Nay, she must be old; she cannot chuse do it. I commend you well.-Francis leeble! but be old; certain, she's old; and had Robin Feeble. Here, sir.
Night-work by Old Night-work, before I came to Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble?
Clement's-inn. Feeble. A woman's taylor, sir.
Sil. That fifty-five years ago. Shal. Shall I prick him, sir?
160 Shal. Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen Fal. You may: but if he had been a man's that that this kniglit and I have seen -Ha, Sir taylor, he would have prick'd you.-Wilt thou John, said I well?
' That is, we have in the muster-book many names for which we receive pay, though we have not the mien. 2 This is an expression of dislike.
Ful. We have heard the chimes at midnight, !And this same half-fac'd fellow Shadow,—gireme master Shallow.
this man; he presents no mark to the enemy; the Shal. That we have, that we have, that we fore-man may with as great aim level at the edge have; in faith, Sir John, we bave; our watch- of a pen-knite: And, for a retreat - how swiftly word was, Him, boys !--Come, let's to dinner; 5 will this Feeble, the woman's taylor, run off? 0, come, let's to dimer :-(), the days that we have give me the spare men, and spare me the great seen!--Come,come.[Exeuni Falstall, and Justices. ones.--Put me a caliver into Wart's hand,
Buil. Good master corporate Bardolph, stand Bardolph. my friend; and here is four Harry ten shillings in Burd. Hold, Wart, traverse ; thus, thus, thus. French crowns for you. In very truth, sir, I had 10 Fal. Come, manage me your caliver. So:as lief be hang’d, sir, as go : and yet for mine owni very weli:- goto:--very good:-exceeding good: part, sir, I do not care: but, rather, because I am O, give me always a little, lean, old, chopp’d, unuilling, and, for mine on part, have a desire vald shot'.- leil said, Wart; thou'rt a good to stay with my friends; else, sir, I did not care, scab: bold, there's a tester for thee. for mine own part, so much.
i5 Shal. Ile is not his craft's master, he doth not Burd. Go to; stand a ide.
do it right. I remember at Mile-end green, when dloul. And, good master corporal captain, for I lay at Clement's-inn, (I was then Sir Dagonets my olu dame's sake, stand my friend: she ha no. in Arthur's show) there was a little quiver fellow, bouy to do any thing about her, when I am gone; and 'a vould manage you his piece thus: and 'a and she is old, and cannot belp herself: you shall 20, would about, and about, and come you in, and have forty, sir.
come you in: rah, tah, tah, would 'a say; bounce, Bard. Go to; stand aside.
would 'a say; and away again would ’a go, and Fecble. I care not ;--ainan can die but once; again would ’a come;- shall never see such a we owe God a death:--I'll ne'er bear a base fillow. mind:-an't be my destiny, so: an't be not, so:25 ful. These fellows will do well, master ShalNo man's too good to serve bis prince: and let it low. God keep you, master Silence; I will not go which way it will, he that dies this year, is use many words with you:---Fare you well, quit for the next.
gentlemen both : I thank you: I must a dozen Bard. Well said ; thou’rt a good fellow. mile to-night. -Bardolph, give the soldiers Feeble.'Faith, I'll bear no base mind.
30 coats. [Re-enter Fulstaff, and Justices. Shul. Sir John, heaven bless you, and prosper Fal. Come, sir, which men shall I have? voor affairs, and send us peace! As you return, Shul. Four of which you please.
Visit my house; let our old acquaintance be reBard. Sir, a word with you :-( have three neu'd: peradventure I will with you to the court. pound to free Mouldy and Bull-calf.
35 Ful. I wouki you would, master Shallow. Fal, Go to; well.
Shal. Go to; I have spoke, at a word. Fare Shal. Come, Sir John which four will you have
[Excunt Shallow and Silence. Ful. Do you chuse for me.
Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen.-On, Shal. Marry then,-Moulds, Bull-calf, Feeble, Bardolph;leadthemen away.--[Ereunt Bardolph, and Shadow.
40 Recruits, c.]-As I return, I will fetch off these Frl. Moudy, and Bull.call: For you, Mouldy, jaustices; I do see the bottom of justice Shallow. stay at home till you are past service:-and, for Lord, lorul, how subject we old men are to this vice your part, Bull-call,-grow'till you come unto it; of lying! This same starved justice bath done 10I will none of you.
thing but prate to me of the wildness of his youth, Shal. Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong:45 and the feats he hath done about Turnbull-streeto; they are your likeliest men, and I would have you and everythird wordd a lie, duer paid to the hearer serv'd with the best.
than the Turk's tribute. I do remember him at Fal. Will you tell me, master Shallow, how to Chment's-inn, like a man made after supper of a chuse a man? Care for the limb, the thewes', cheese-paring; when he was paked, he was, for the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man: 50 all the world, like a fork'd radish, with a liead fangive me the spirit, master Shallow.-llere's Wart; tastically carvidd upon it with a knife: he was so you see wh: ta ragged appearance it is: he shall forlorn, inat his dimensions to any thick sight were charge you, and discharge you, with the motion of invisible: he was the very Genius of famine; yet a pewterer's hammer; come oil, and on), swifter lecherous as a monkey, and the whores callid him than he that gibbets on the brewer's buchet:. 35.--- andrahe: he came ever in the rear-ward of
'i. e. the muscular strength or appearance of manhood). ? That is, swifter than he who carries beer liom the vat to the barrel, in buchets hung upon a gibbet or beam crossing his shoulders. 3A hand-gun. * Shot is used for shooter, one who isio tight by shooting. 5 Dr. Johnson observes, that the story of Sir Dagonet is to be found in La 11ort d' Arthure', an old romance much celebrated in our author's time, or a little before it. In this romance Sir Dagonet is king Arthur's fool (Dr. Warburton says, bis squire). Shakspeare wouid not have shewn his Justice capable of representing any higher character. Turnbull or Turnmill-street is near Cow-Cross, West Smithfield, which was formerly called Rufhan's Hall, where turbulent fellows met to try their skill at sword and buckiler, and was notorious for the number of its houses of ill-fame.