Hoft. I'faith, fweet-heart, methinks now you are in an excellent good temperality, your pulfidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would defire, and your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rofe; but, i'faith, you have drank too much canaries, 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 Falstaff. Fal. When Arthur firft in Court-empty the jourden -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 rafcal, is that all the comfort you give me? 3 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 Diseases, Dol; we catch of you, Dol, we catch of you; grant That, my poor Vertue, grant That. Dol. Ay, marry, our chains and our jewels. 2 So is all her fe&t;] I know not why sect is printed in all the coples, I believe fex is meant. 3 You make fat rafcals,] Fal ftaff alludes to a phrase of the foreft; lean deer are called rafcal deer. He tells her she calls him wrong, being fat he cannot be a rascal. Fal. 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. nis Dolby Hang yourself, you muddy Conger, hang 2yourfelfr 5 Hoft. By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two never meet, but you fall to fome difcord; you are both, ezin good troth, as rheumatick as two dry toafts, you orcannot one bear with another's confirmities. What the good-jer? one must bear, and that must be you; you are the weaker veffel, as they say, the emptier veffel. [To Dol. Dol. Can a weak empty veffel bear fuch a huge full hogfhead? there's a whole merchant's venture of Bourdeaux ftuff in him; you have not feen a hulk better ftuft in the Hold. Come, I'll be friends with thee, Jack. Thou art going to the wars, and whether I shall ever fee thee again or no, there is no body cares. Draw. Sir, ancient Piftol is below and would speak with you. Dol. 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 must live amongst my neighbours, I'll no fwaggerers. I am in good name and fame with the very best. Shut 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. Doft thou hear, Hostess? Hoft. Pray you pacify yourself, Sir John? there comes no fwaggerers here. Fal. Do'ft thou hear 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 he;-mafter Domb our minister was by then-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, 'faith; you may ftroak him as gently as a puppeygreyhound; he will not fwagger with a Barbary hen, if her feathers turn back in any fhew of refiftance. Call him up, drawer. 7 Hoft. Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man my house, nor no cheater; but I do not love ? I will bar no boneft man my boufe, nor no cheater ;] The humour of this confifts in the woman's mistaking the title of Cheater (which our ancestors gave to him whom we now, with better manners, call a Gamefter) for that officer of the exchequer, called an Efcheator, well known to the common people of that time; and named, either corruptly or fatirically, a Cheater. WARBURTON. fwagger 1 fwaggering, by my troth; I am the worse, when one fays fwagger. Feel, mafters, how I fhake, look you, I warrant you. Dol. So you do, hoftefs. Hoft. Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, as if it were an afpen leaf. I cannot abide fwaggerers. SCEN E X. Enter Pistol, Bardolph and Page. Pift. Save you, Sir John. Fal. Welcome, ancient Piftol. Here, Pistol, I charge. you with a cup of fack, do you discharge upon mine hoftefs. Pist. I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets. Fal. She is Piftol-proof, Sir, you fhall hardly offend her. Hoft. Come, I'll drink no proofs, nor no bullets; I› will drink no more than will do me good, for no man's pleafure. I Pift. Then to you, Mrs. Dorothy, I will charge you. Dol. Charge me! I fcorn you, fcurvy companion! what you poor, bafe, rafcally, cheating, lack-linnen mate. Away, you mouldy rogue, away, I'm meat for your mafter. Pift. I know you, Miftrefs Dorothy. Dol. Away, you cut-purfe rafcal, you filthy bung, away. By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, if you play the fawcy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rafcal, you basket-hilt ftale jugler. You. Since when, I pray you, Sir?-what, with two * points on your fhoulder? much! * As a mark of his commiffion. 8 what, with two points on your boulder? much!] Much Pift, Pift. I will murther your ruff for this. Fal. No more, Pistol; I wou'd not have you go off here. Difcharge yourself of our company, Piftol. Hoft. No, good captain Pistol; not here, sweet captain. Dol. Captain! thou abominable damn'd cheater, art thou not afham'd to be call'd captain? if Captains were of my mind, they would truncheon you out of taking their names upon you, before you have earn'd them, You a captain! you flave! for what? for tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-houfe? he a captain! hang him, rogue,' he lives upon mouldy ftew'd prunes and dry'd cakes. A captain! these villains will make the word captain as odious as the word occupy; which. was an excellent good word, before it was ill forted; therefore captains had need look to it. Bard. Pray thee, go down, good Antient. Pift. Not I. I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph,-I could tear her. I'll be reveng'd on her. Page. Pray thee, go down. Pift. I'll fee her damn'd firft: to Pluto's damned lake, to the infernal deep, where Erebus and torturės vile alfo. Hold hook and line, fay I; down! down, dogs; down, fates; have we not Hiren here? Haft. Good captain Peefel, be quiet, it is very late; I befeech you now, aggravate your choler. Pift. Thefe be good humours, indeed. Shall packhorfes The Oxford is from the old edition of 1600. Marry come up. I cannot but think the emendation right. This ufe of much I do not remember, nor is it here proved by any example. ? No more, Pifiol, &c.] This he lives upon mouldy flew'd prunes and dry'd cakes.] That is, he lives at other mens coft, but is not admitted to their tables, and gets only ly what is too tale to be eaten in the house. And |