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We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,
Since God so graciously hath brought to light
This dangerous treason lurking in our way,
To hinder our beginning. Now we doubt not,
But every rub is smoothed in our way:
Then forth, dear countrymen ; let us deliver
Our puissance into the hand of God,
Putting it strait in expedition.
Chearly to sea; the signs of war advance ;
No King of England, if not King of France.


SCENE changes to Quickly's house in Eastcheap.

Enter Pisto!, Nim, Bardolph, Boy, and Quickly.

R’ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring

thee to Staines.
Pistol. No, for my manly heart doth yern.
Bardolph, be blith : Nim, rouze thy vaunting veins :
Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,
And we must yern therefore.

Bard. Would I were with him wheresome'er he is, either in heaven or in hell.

Quick. Nay, sure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. He made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child ; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o'th' iide: For after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way; for (18) his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babled of green fields. How now, Sir John? quoth I: what,


(18) His Nose was as sharp as a Pen, and a Table of green fields.] So the first Folio. Mr. Pope has observd, that these Words, and a Table of green fields, are not in the old 4to's. This Nonsense, (continues He,) got into all the following Editions by a pleasant Miftake of the Stage-Editors, who printed from the common peacemeal-written Parts in the Play-house. A Table was here directed to be brought in (it being a Scene in a Tavern where they drink at parting ;) and this Direction crept into the Text from tbe Margin. Greenfield was the Name of the Property-man in that time wbe


man? be of good cheer: so a cried out God, God, God, three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him, a’ shou'd not think of God; I hop'd, there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet: fo a' bad me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as a stone : then I felt to his knees, and so upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.

Nim. They fay, he cried out of fack.
Quick, Ay, that a' did.
Bard. And of women.
Quick. Nay, that a' did not.


furnish'd Implements, &c. for the Actors. A Table of Greenfield's. As to the History of Greenfield being then Property-man, whether it was really fo, or it be only a gratis dictum, is a Point which I Thall not contend about.

But were we to allow this marginal Direction, and suppose that a Table of Greenfield's was wanting; yet it never was cuftomary in the Promptor's Book, (much less, in the peacemeal Parts ;) where such Directions are marginally inserted for Properties or Implements wanted, to add the Property-man's Name, whose Business it was to provide them. Besides, the furnishing Chairs and Tables is not the Province of the Property-man, but of the Scene-keepers. But there is a stronger Objection yet against this Observation advanced by the Editor. He seems to imagine, that when Implements are wanted in any Scene, the Direction for them is mark'd in the middle of that Scene, though the Things are to be got ready against the Beginning of it. But the Directions for Entrances and Properties wanting, ('tis well known,) are always mark'd in the Book at about a Page in Quantity before the Actors quoted are to enter, or the Properties to be used ; that the Stage may not stand still. And therefore, Greenfield's Table can be of no Use to us for this Scene. Nor, indeed, is any Table requisite. The Scene, 'tis true, is in a Tavern; but the Company have no Business to sit down. There is not the least Intimation of any Drink going round : It is in Pifol's own House, as he had married Quickly: he and his Comerades are on their Feet, and just setting out for France. The Description of Falstaffe's Death, and what he talk'd of, is the only Thing that retards them for a few Minutes: after which they kiss their Hostess, and part. The Conjectural Emendation I have given, is fo near to the Traces of the Letters in the corrupted Text; that I have ventur'd to insert it as the genuine Reading. It has certainly been observ'd (in particular, by the Superftition of Women ;) of People near Death, when they are delirious by a Fever, that they talk of removing : as it has of Those in a Calenture, that they have their heads run on green Fields. To bable, or babble, is to mutter, or speak indiscriminately ; like Children, that cannot yet talk; or like dying Persons, when they are losing the Use of Speech.

Boy. Yes, that he did ; and said, they were devils ini

Quick. A' could never abide carnation, 'twas a colour he never lik’d.

Boy. He said once, the deule would have him about



Quick. He did in some fort, indeed, handle women; but then he was rheumatick, and talk'd of the whore of Babylon.

Boy. Do you not remember, he saw a Flea stick upon Bardolph's nose, and faid, it was a black foul burning in hell?

Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintain'd that fire: that's all the riches I got in his service.

Nim. Shall we fhogg? the King will be gone from Southampton.

Pist. Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips:
Look to my chattels, and my moveables ;
Let senses rule; the word is, pitch and pay;
Trust none, for oaths are straws ; men's faiths are

And hold-fast is the only dog, my Duck,
Therefore Caveto be thy counsellor.
Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows in arms,
Let us to France ; like Horse-leeches, my boys;
To fuck, to suck, the very blood to fuck.

Boy. And that's but unwholsome food, they say.
Pijt. Touch her soft mouth and march.
Bard. Farewel, hostess.

Nim. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it ; but adieu.

Pift. Let housewifery appear ; keep close, I thee command. Quick. Farewel ; adieu.



Fr. King. T

SCENE changes to the French King's Palace. Enter the French. King, the Dauphin, the Duke of Bur

gundy, and the Constable.
HUS come the English with full power

upon us,
And more than carefully it us concerns
To answer royally in our defences.
Therefore the Dukes of Berry, and of Britain,
Of Brabant, and of Orleans, fhall' make forth,
And you, Prince Dauphin, with all swift dispatch ;
To line, and new repair our towns of war,
With men of courage, and with means defendant:
For England his Approaches makes as fierce,
As waters to the sucking of a gulf.
It fits us then to be as provident,
As fear may teach us out of late examples ;
Left by the faral and neglected English
Upon our fields.

Dau. My most redoubted father,
It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe:
For peace it self should not so dull a Kingdom,
(Though war, nor no known quarrel, were in question)
But that defences, musters, preparations,
Should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected,
As were a war in expectation.
Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth,
To view the sick and feeble parts of France :
And let us do it with no fhew of fear;
No, with no more, than if we heard that England
Were bufied with a Whitfon morris-dance:
For, my good Liege, she is so idly king'd,
Her scepter so fantastically born,
By a vain, giddy, Thallow, humorous youth,
That fear attends her not.

Con. O peace, Prince Dauphin !
You are too much mistaken in this King:
Question your Grace the late ambaffadors,
Vol. IV.



With what great state he heard their embassie;
How well supply'd with noble counsellors,
How modeft in exception, and withal
How terrible in constant resolution:

shall find, his vanities fore-spent
Were but the out-side of the Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots,
That shall first spring and be most delicate.

Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable.
But tho we think ic so, it is no matter :
• In causes of defence, 'tis best to weigh

The enemy more mighty than he seems ;
So the proportions of defence are fill'd;
Which of a weak and niggardly projection,
Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat with scanting
A little cloth.

Fr. King. Think we King Harry strong ;
And, Princes, look, you strongly arm to meet him.
The kindred of him háth been Aesh'd upon us ;
And he is bred out of that bloody strain,
That haunted us in our familiar paths :
Witness our too much memorable shame,
When Crefly-battel fatally was struck ;
And all our princes captiv'd by the hand
Of that black name, Edward black Prince of Wales :
While that his mounting fire, on mountain standing, (19)

(19) While that his mountain Sire, on mountain standing,] But why mountain Sire? The French King does not mean to say any thing derogatory, or scoffingly of King Edward the Third ; as Fíuellin afterwards, in this Play, as a Welchman, is styld Mountain-Squire : nor is the Size, or Stature of King Edward alluded to, as if he had been inftar Montis. I have no Doubt, but our Author intended mounting Sire, i. e. highminded, aspiring. In this Sense, in the first Act, the Archbishop of Canterbury seems to be speaking of this Prince.

While his most mighty Father on a hill, &c. And the Epithet, mounting, our Poet has more than once employ'd in these Significations. So in Love's Lobour loft ;

Who e'er he was, he few'd a mounting Mind.
And in King John.

But this is worshipful Society ;
And fits the mounting Spirit like My Self


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