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P. Henry. Fåre ye well : go. This Dol Tear-sheet should be some road,

Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way between St. Albans and London.

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

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

P. Henry. From a God to a Bull, a heavy declension ! It was Hove's case : from a Prince to a prentice, a low transformation ! that shall be mine : for in every thing, - the purpose must weigh with the folly, Follow me, Ned.

SCENE VI. Northumberland's Caftle.
Enter Northumberland, Lady Northumberland, and

Lady Percy.
North. I pr’ythee, 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.

L. North. I have given over, I will speak no more :
Do what you will : your wisdom be your guide.

Nortb. Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn, And, but my going, nothing can redeem it.

L. Percy. Oh, yet, for heav'n'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-dear Harry, Threw many a northward look, to see his father Bring up his pow'rs : but he did look in vain! Who then persuaded you to stay at home ? There were two honours loft ; yours and your son's. For yours, may heav'nly glory brighten it! For his, it stuck upon him as the sun In the grey vault of heav'n: and by his light Did all the chivalry of England move To do brave acts. He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. He had no legs, that practis'd not his gait : And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,


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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, wond'rous him!
O miracle of men! him did you leave
To look upon the hideous God of war
In disadvantage, to abide a field
Where nothing but the found of Hot-Spur's name
Did feem defenfible : so you left him.
Never, 0, never do his ghost the wrong,
To hold your honour more precise and nice
With others, than with him. Let them alone :
The Marshal and the Arch-bishop are strong.
Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
To-day might I (hanging on Hot-spur'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 over-lights.
But I must go and meet with danger there ;
Dr ic will seek me in another place,
And find me worse provided.

L. North. Fly to Scotland,
'Till that the Nobles and the armed Commons
Have of their puissance made a little taste.

L. Percy. If they get ground and ’vantage of the King, Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, To make itrength 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 : And never shall have length of life enough, To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes, That it may grow and sprout as high as heav'n, For recordation to my noble husband.

North. Come, come, go in with me : 'tis with my mind As with the tide fweli'd up unto his height,


That makes a ftill-Atand, running neither way.
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. [Exeunt.
SCENE VII. Tavern in Eastcheap.

Enter two Drawers.
1. Draw. What the devil halt thou brought there?
Apple-Johns? thou know'f Sir John cannot endure an

2 Draw. Mass! thou say'st true ; the Prince once set a dish of Apple-Johns before him, and told him there were five more Sir Fobns; and, putting off his hat, said, I will now take my leave of these fix dry, round, old, wither'd knights. It anger'd him to the heart ; but he hath forgot that.

1 Draw. Why then cover, and set them down ; and fee if thou can'it find out Sneak’s noise ; Mrs. Tear-fbeet would fain hear fome mufick. Dispatch ! the room where they sup is too hot, they'll come in strait.

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

I Drat Then here will be old Utis : it will be an excellent stratagem. 2 Draw. I'll see if I can find out Sneak. (Exeunt.

SCENE VIII, Enter Hostess and Dol. Hoft. Sweet heart, methinks now you are in an excellent good temperality ; your pulfidge beats as extraordina rily as heart would defire; and your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose : but you have drank too much canary, and that's a marvellous searching wine ; and it pera fumes the blood ere we can say what's this. How do you

Dol. Better than I was : hem!

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

Dow ?


are fick,

Enter Falstaff. Fal. Wben Arthur forft in court - empty the jordan and was a wortby King : how now, Mrs. Dol?

Hoft. Sick of a calm: yea, good footh.
Fal. So is all her sect, if they be once in a calm they

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

Fal. You make fat rascals, Mrs. Dol.

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

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

Dol. 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 charg'd chambers bravely

Dol. Hang your self, you muddy Conger, hang your self!

Hof. By my troth, this is the old fashion } you two never meet but you fall to some discord; you are both, in good troth, as * rheumatick as two dry toasts, you can. not one bear with another's confirmities. What the gou. jeres ! one must bear, and that must be you: you are the weaker vessel, as they say, the emptier vefsel. (To Dol.

Dol. 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 stuft 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 no body cares.

SCENE IX. Enter Drawer. Draw. Sir, Ancient Pistol is below, and would speak

with you.

Dsl. Hang him, swaggering rascal, let him not corne hither ; it is the foul-mouth'aft rogue in England.

she means to say splozaick.


Hoft. If he swagger, let him not come here : no, by my faith : I 'must live amongê my neighbours, I'H no swaggerers: I am in good name and fame with the very best: shut the door, there comes no swaggerers here : I have not liv'd all this while to have (waggering now : hut the door, I pray you.

Fal. Do't thou hear, hostess

Host. Pray you, pacifie your self, Sir Jobn; there comes no swaggerers here.

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

Hoft. Tilly-fally, Sir Fobn, never tell me, your ancient fwaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before master Tifick the deputy the other day, and as he said to me it was no longer ago than Wednesday last neighbour Quickly, says he;

master Domb our minister was by her then :

neighbour Quickly, says he, receive those that bir are civil; for, faith he, you are in an ill name : now he faid fo, I can tell whereupon ; for, says he, you are an honest woman, and well thought on, therefore take heed what guests you receive ; receive, says he, no swaggering companions.---There come none here. You would bless you to hear what he faid. No, I'U no swaggerers,

Fal. He's no swaggerer hoftess; a tame cheater, i'faith; you may stroak him as gently as a puppey-grey-hound; be will not swagger with a Barbary hen, if her feathers turn back in any shew of resistance. Call him up, drawer.

Hoft. Cheater, call you him ? I will bar no honeft man my house, nor no cheater ; but I do not love swaggering ; I am the worfe when one lays fwagger : feel, mafters, how I shake, look you, I warrant you.

Dol. So you do, hostess.

Hoft. Do I? yea, in very truth do I, as if it were an
aspen leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers.
SCENE X. Enter Pistol, Bardolph and Page.
Pif. Save you, Sir John!

Fal. Welcome, Ancient Piftol. Here, Pistol, I charge you with a cup of fack : do you discharge upon mine hoftefs.

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


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