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That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build,
We first survey the plot, then draw the model;
And when we see the figure of the house,
Then must we rate the cost of the erection ;
Which, if we find out-weighs ability,
What do we then but draw a-new the model
In fewer offices? at least, desist
To build at all? much more, in this great Work,
Which is almost to pluck a Kingdom down,
And set another up, should we survey
The plot of situation, and the model;
Consent upon a sure foundation,
Question surveyors, know our own estate,
How able such a work to undergo,
To weigh against his opposite; or else,
We fortify in paper and in figures,
Using the names of men instead of men,
Like one that draws the model of a house
Beyond his pow'r to build it, who, half through,
Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost
A naked subject to the weeping clouds,
And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.

Haft. Grant, that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth;
Should be still born, and that we now possest
The utmost man of expectation,
I think, we are a body strong enough,
Ey'n as we are, to equal with the King. [fand ?

Bard. What, is the King but five and twenty thouHast. To us, no more; nay, not so much, lord

Bardolph. For his divisions, as the times do brawl, Are in three heads; one Pow'r against the French, And one against Glendower; perforce, a third Must take up us; so is the unfirm King In three divided; and his coffers found With hollow poverty and emptiness. [gether,

York. That he should draw his sev'ral strengths toAnd come against us in full puissance, .


Need not be dreaded.

Hast. If he should do so,
He leaves his back unarm’d, the French and Well
Baying him at the heels; never fear That.

Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces hither?

Hast. The Duke of Lancaster, and Westmorland: Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth : But who is substituted ’gainst the French, I have no certain notice.

York. Let us on; And publish the occasion of our armis. The Commonwealth is sick of their own choice; Their over-grcedy love hath surfeited. An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart. O thou fond Many! with what loud applause Did'st thou beat heav'n with blessing Boling broke, Before he was, what thou would't have him be? And now, being trim'd up in thine own desires, Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him, That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard, And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up, And howl'st to find it. What Trust is in these times? They, that when Richard liv’d, would have him die, Are now become enamour'd on his Grave; Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head, When through proud London he came fighing on After th’admired heels of Boling broke, Cry'st now, O Earth, yield us that King again,

s If he should do so,] This regulated in the next edition, and passage is read in the first edi- are here only mentioned to show iions thus: If he should do so, what errors may be suspected to French and Wellh he leaves his remain. . back unarm'd, they baying him 6 Let us on, &c.) This exat the heels, never fear that. cellent speech of York was one These lines, which were evi- of the passages added by Shake• dently printed from an interlined speare after his first Edition. Pope. copy not understood, are properly


And take thou this. O thoughts of men accurst!
Past and to come, seem best ; things present, worst.

Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers and set on ?
Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids, be gone.






A Street in LONDON.
Enter Hostess, with two Officers, Phang and Snare.)

TAR. P hans, have you enter'd the action? .
M Phang. It is enter'd.

Hjt. Where's your yeoman? is he a lufty yeoman: Will he stand to it?

Phang. Sirrah, where's Snare?
Hift. O Lord, ay, good Mr. Snare.
Snare. Here, here,
Phang. Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.
Hift. Ay, good Mr. Snare, I have enter'd him and
I all.
Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives, for

he will stab. Hoft. Alas-the-day! take heed of him; he stab’d me in mine own house, and that most beastly; he cares not what mischief he doth, if his weapon be out. He will foin like any devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child. Phang. If I can close with him, I care not for his

thrust. Hšt. No, nor I neither. I'll be at your elbow.

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Phang. If I but filt him once; if he come but within my vice.

Hoft. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he is an infinitive thing upon my score. Good Mr. Pbang, hold him sure; good Mr. Snare, let him not 'scape. He comes continually to Pie corner, saving your manhcods, to buy a saddle : and he is indited to dinner to the ® Lubbars-head in Lombard-street, to Mr. Smooth's the Silkman. I pray ye, since my exion is enter'd, and my case so openly known to the world, let him be brought in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long Lone, for a poor lone woman to bear; and I have borne, and borne, and borne, and have been fub’d off, and fub'd off, from this day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. There is no honesty in such dealing, unless a woman should be made an Ass and a beast, to bear every knave's wrong.

Enter Falstaff, Bardolph, and the boy. Yonder he comes, and that arrant' malmsey-nose knave Bardolph with him. Do your offices, do your offices, Mr. Phang and Mr. Snare, do me, do me, do me your offices.

Fal. How now? whose mare's dead? what's the matter?

? If he comes but within my to play the Chimes upon Words vice.] Vice or grafp. A meta- similar in Sound, and differing in phor taken from a smith's vice: Signification : and therefore I There is another reading in the make no Question but he wrote, old Edition, view, which I think A hundred Marks is a long Lone not so good.

Pope. for a poor lone Woman to bear : 8 - Lubbar's-head] This i. e. 100 Marks is a good round is, I suppose, a colloquial cor- Sum for a poor Widow to venruption of the Libbard's head. ture on Truit. THEOBALD.

9 A hundred mark is a long one,] - Malmsey-nose.] That is, red A long one? A long What? It nose, from the colour of malmley is almost needless to observe, wine. how familiar jsis with our Poet


Phang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mrs. Quickly.

Fal. Away, varlets. Draw, Bardolph, cut me off the villain's head; throw the quean in the kennel.

Hot. Throw me in the kennel? I'll throw thee in the kennel. Wilt thou ? wilt thou ? thou baitardly rogue. Murder, murder! O thou ? hony-suckle villain, wilt thou kill God's officers and the King's? O thou hony-feed rogue! thou art a hony-feed, a man queller, . and a woman-qucller.

Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph.
Phang. A rescue, a rescue!

Hoft. Good people, bring a rescue or two; · thou wo't, wo’t thou? thou wo't, wo't thou? do, do, thou rogue, do, thou hemp-seed !

Fal. * Away, you scullion, you rampallian, you fuk tilarian: I'll tickle your catastrophe.

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Enter Chief Justice attended. Ch. Juf. What's the matter? keep the peace here, hoa!

Hoft. Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, stand to me. Ch. Juf. How now, Sir John? what, are you

brawling here? Doth this become your place, your tiine, and business? You should have been well on your way to York.

2 Hony-suckle villain hony- 4 Fal. Arway, you scullion.] feed rogue. ] The landlady's cor- This speech is given to the page ruption of homicidal and homicide. in all the editions to the folio of

THEOLALD. 1664. It is more proper for 3 Thou wo't, wo't thou ?? &c ] Faltaff, but that the boy must The first folio reads, I think, less not itand quite filing and useless properly, thou wilt net ? thou on the flage. wilt not?

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