That, being daily fwallow'd by men's eyes, To loath the tafte of sweetnefs; whereof a little Such as is bent on fun like Majesty, When it fhines feldom in admiring eyes: But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down, Save mine, which hath defir'd to fee thee more; P. Henry. I fhall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord, Be more my self. K. Henry. For all the world, As thou art at this hour was Richard then,' For, of no Right, nor colour like to Right, Against renowned Dowglas, whofe high deeds, Holds Holds from all foldiers chief majority, And military Title capital, Through all the Kingdoms that acknowledge Chrift. And shake the peace and fafety of our Throne. But wherefore do I tell this news to thee? P. Henry. Do not think fo, you fhall not find it fo: Which, wash'd away, fhall fcowre my fhame with it. "Would they were multitudes, and on my head Percy is but my fador, good my lord, G 2 And And I will call him to fo ftri&t account, K. Herry. A hundred thousand Rebels die in this! How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed. K. Henry. The Earl of Weftmorland fet forth to day, With him my fon, lord John of Lancaster; For this advertisement is five days old. On Wednesday next, Harry, thou fhalt fet forward : hence Our general forces at Bridgnorth shall meet. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Boar's-head Tavern in Eaft-cheap. Enter Falstaff and Bardolph. Fal. this laft action? Do I not bate ? do I not Ardolph, am not I fall'n away vilely, fince dwindle? dwindle? why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's loofe gown: I am wither'd, like an old apple John. Well, I'll repent, and that fuddenly, while I am in fome liking: I fhall be out of heart fhortly, and then I fhall have no ftrength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the infide of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horfe; the infide of a church! company, villainous company hath been the fpoil of me. Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long. Fal. Why, there is it; come, fing me a bawdy fong, to make me merry: I was as virtuously given, as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; fwore little; diced not above feven times a week; went to a bawdyhouse not above once in a quarter of an hour; paid mony, that I borrow'd, three or four times; liv'd well, and in good compass; and now I live out of all order, out of all compafs. Bard. Why, you are fo fat, Sir John, that you must needs be out of all compafs, out of all reasonable compafs, Sir John. Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life. Thou art our Admiral, thou beareft the lanthorn in the poop, but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the knight of the burning lamp. Bard. Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm. Fal. No, I'll be fworn; I make as good use of it, as many a man doth of a death's head, or a memento mori. I never fee thy face, but I think upon hell-fire, and Dives that liv'd in purple; for there he is in his robes, burning, burning. If thou wert any way given to virtue, I would fwear by thy face; my oath fhould be, by this fire; but thou art altogether given over; and wert indeed, but for the light in thy face, the son of utter darkness. When thou rann'ft up Gadshill in the night to catch my horse, if I did not think, thou had'st been an ignis fatuus, or a ball of wildfire, there's no purchase in mony. O, thou art a perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light; thou haft faved me a thousand marks in links and torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt tavern and tavern ; but the fack, that thou haft drunk me, would have bought me lights as good cheap, at the deareft chandler's in Europe. I have maintain'd that Salamander of yours with fire, any time this two and thirty years, heav'n reward me for it! Bard. 'Sblood, I would, my face were in your belly. Fal. God-a-mercy! fo fhould I be fure to be heartburn'd. Enter Hoftefs. How now, dame Partlet the hen, have you enquir'd yet who pick'd my pocket? Hoft. Why, Sir John, what do you think, Sir John? do you think, I keep thieves in my houfe? I have fearch'd, I have enquir'd, fo has my husband, man by man, boy by boy, fervant by fervant: the tithe of a hair was never loft in my houfe before. Fal. Ye lie, hoftefs; Bardolph was fhav'd, and loft many a hair; and I'll be fworn, my pocket was pick'd; go to, you are a woman, go. Hoft. Who I? I defie thee; I was never call'd fo in mine own house before. Fal. Go to, I know you well enough. Hoft. No, Sir John: you do not know me, Sir John ; I know you, Sir John; you owe me mony, Sir John, and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it. I bought you a dozen of fhirts to your back. Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to bakers' wives, and they have made boulters of them. Hoft. Now as I am a true woman, Holland of eight fhillings an ell you owe mony here befides, Sir John, for your diet, and by-drinkings, and mony lent you, four and twenty pounds. Fal. He had his part of it, let him pay. Hoft. He alas! he is poor, he hath nothing. Fal. How! poor ? look his face what call you rich? let him coin his nofe, let him coin his cheeks: upon : |