P. Henry. Fate ye well: go. This Dol Tear-fbeet fhould be fome road.

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

P. Henry. How might we fee Falstaff beftow 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 declenfion ! It was Hove's cafe: 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.

[Exeunt. SCENE VI. Northumberland's Caffle.. 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 vifage 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 wifdom be your guide.

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

L. Percy. Oh, yet, for heav'n's fake, 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 fee his father Bring up his pow'rs: but he did look in vain! Who then perfuaded you to ftay at home? There were two honours loft; yours and your fon's. For yours, may heav'nly glory brighten it! For his, it ftuck upon him as the fun 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,

Became

Became the accents of the valiant :

For thofe that could fpeak low and tardily,
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,

To feem like him. So that in fpeech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,

In military rules, humours of blood,

He was the mark and glafs, 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 difadvantage, to abide a field

Where nothing but the found of Hot-fpur's name
Did feem defenfible fo you left him.
Never, O, never do his ghoft the wrong,
To hold your honour more precife and nice
With others, than with him. Let them alone:
The Marshal and the Arch-bishop are ftrong.
Had my fweet Harry had but half their numbers,
To-day might I (hanging on Hot-fpur's neck)
Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave.

North. Befhrew your heart,

Fair daughter, you do draw my fpirits from me,
With new lamenting ancient over-fights.

But I must go and meet with danger there;
Or it will feek 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 puiffance made a little taste.

L. Percy. If they get ground and 'vantage of the King,

Then join you with them, like a rib of fteel,

To make ftrength ftronger. But for all our loves,

First let them try themfelves. So did your fon :
He was fo fuffer'd; fo came I a widow :
And never fhall have length of life enough,
To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,
That it may grow and fprout as high as heav'n,
For recordation to my noble hufband.

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

That

That makes a ftill-ftand, running neither way.
Fain would I go to meet the Archbishop,
But many thousand reafons hold me back:
I will refolve for Scotland; there am I,
'Till time and 'vantage crave my company.
SCENE VII. Tavern in Eaftcheap.
Enter two Drawers.

[Exeunt.

1. Draw. What the devil haft thou brought there? Apple-Johns? thou know'ft Sir John cannot endure an Apple-John.

2 Draw. Mafs! thou fay'ft true; the Prince once fet a dish of Apple-Johns before him, and told him there were five more Sir Johns; and, putting off his hat, faid, 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.

I Draw. Why then cover, and fet them down; and fee if thou can't find out Sneak's noife; Mrs. Tear-fbeet would fain hear fome mufick. Dispatch! the room where they fup is too hot, they'll come in strait.

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

I Draw. Then here will be old Utis: it will be an excellent ftratagem.

2 Draw. I'll fee if I can find out Sneak.

[Exeunt. SCENE VIII, Enter Hoftefs 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 rofe: but you have drank too much canary, and that's a marvellous fearching wine; and it perfumes the blood ere we can fay what's this. How do you now?

Dol. Better than I was: hem!

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

Enter

Enter Falftaff.

Fal. When Arthur first in court- empty the jordan and was a worthy King: how now, Mrs. Dol? Hoft. Sick of a calm: yea, good footh.

Fal. So is all her fect, if they be once in a calm they are fick.

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

Fal. You make fat rafcals, 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 difeafes, 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 ferve bravely, is to come halting off, you know; to come off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to furgery bravely; to venture upon the charg'd chambers bravely

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

Hoft. By my troth, this is the old fashion you two never meet but you fall to fome difcord; you are both, in good troth, as rheumatick as two dry toafts, you cannot one bear with another's confirmities. What the goujeres! one muft bear, and that must be you: you are the weaker veffel, as they say, the emptier veffel. [T Dol.

Dol. Can a weak empty veffel bear fuch a huge full hogshead? there's a whole merchant's venture of Bourdeaux ftuff in him; you have not feen a hulk better stuft in the hold. Come, I'll be friends with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars, and whether I fhall ever fee thee again or no, there is no body cares.

SCENE IX. Enter Drawer. Draw. Sir, Ancient Piftol is below, and would speak with you.

Del. Hang him, fwaggering rafcal, let him not come hither; it is the foul-mouth'dft rogue in England,

Hoft. If he fwagger, let him not come here: no, by my faith: I 'muft live amongst my neighbours, I no fwaggerers: I am in good name and fame with the very beft: fhut the door, there comes no fwaggerers here: I have not liv'd all this while to have fwaggering now: shut the door, I pray you.

Fal. Do' thou hear, hoftefs

Hoft. Pray you, pacifie your self, Sir John; there comes no fwaggerers here.

Fal. Do'ft thou hear

then:

it is mine Ancient.

Hoft. Tilly-fally, Sir John, never tell me, your ancient fwaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before mafter Tifick the deputy the other day; and as he faid to me. it was no longer ago than Wednesday laft neighbour Quickly, fays be; - mafter Domb our minifter was by neighbour Quickly, fays he, receive those that are civil; for, faith he, you are in an ill name: now he faid fo, I can tell whereupon; for, fays he, you are an honest woman, and well thought on, therefore take heed what guests you receive; receive, fays he, no fwaggering companions.-There come none here. You would bless you to hear what he faid. No, I'll no fwaggerers,

Fal. He's no fwaggerer hoftefs; a tame cheater, i'faith; you may ftroak him as gently as a puppey-grey-hound; he will not fwagger with a Barbary hen, if her feathers turn back in any fhew of refiftance. 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 fays fwagger: feel, mafters, how I fhake, look you, I warrant you.

Dal. So you do, hoftefs.

Hoft. Do I? yea, in very truth do I, as if it were an afpen leaf: I cannot abide fwaggerers.

SCENE X. Enter Piftol, Bardolph and Page. Pift. Save you, Sir John!

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

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

lets.

Fal.