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And that the king before the Douglas' rage

Lies crafty-sick : the posts come tiring on, Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.

And not a man of them brings other news This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns Than they have learn'd of me; From Rumour's Between that royal field of Shrewsbury

tongues And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,

They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,





SCENE 1.- The same.

And that young Harry Percy's spur was coid :

With that, he gave his able horse the head, The Porter before the Gate; Enter Lord BardolPH.

And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Bard. Who keeps the gate here, ho? - Where is Against the panting sides of his poor jade the earl ?

Up to the rowel-head; and starting so, Port. What shall I say you are ?

He seem'd in running to devour the way, Bard.

Tell thou the earl, Staying no longer question. That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here.


Ha! Again,
Port. His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard; Said he, young Harry Percy's spur was cold ?
Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, Of Hotspur, coldspur? that rebellion
And he himself will answer.

Had met ill luck!

My lord, I'll tell you what ;-

If my young lord your son have not the day, Bard.

Here comes the earl. Upon mine honour, for a silken point North. What news, lord Bardolph ? every minute I'll give my barony: never talk of it.

North. Why should the gentleman, that rode by Should be the father of some stratagem:

Travers, The times are wild; contention, like a horse

Give then such instances of loss? Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,


Who, he? And bears down all before him.

He was some hilding fellow, that had stol'n Bard.

Noble earl, The horse he rode on; and, upon my life, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.

Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news. North. Good, an heaven will!

Enter Morton. Bard.

As good as heart can wish :The king is almost wounded to the death;

North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, And, in the fortune of my lord your son,

Foretells the nature of a tragick volume : Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood Kill’d by the hand of Douglas: young prince John, Hath left a witness'd usurpation, And Westmoreland, and Statford, fled the field ; Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk sir John, Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord ; Is prisoner to your son : 0, such a day,

Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won,

To fright our party, Came not, till now, to dignify the times,


How doth my son, and broth r? Since Casar's fortunes!

Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek North.

How is this deriv'd ? Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Saw you the field ? came you from Shrewsbury ? Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, Bard. I spake with one, my lord, that came from So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, thence ;

Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, A gentleman well bred, and of good name,

And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd. That freely render'd me these news for true. But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, North. Here comes my servant, Travers, whom I And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. sent

This thou would'st say, - Your son did thus, and On Tuesday last to listen after news.

thus : Bard. My lord, I over-rode him on the way; Your brother thus : so fought the noble Douglas: And he is furnish'd with no certainties,

Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds : More than he haply may retail from me.

But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed,

Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,
Enter TraVERS.

Ending with — brother, son, and all are dead. North. Now, Travers, what good tidings come Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: with you?

But, for my lord your son, Tra. My lord, sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back North.

Why, he is dead. With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd, See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath ! Out-roxle me. After him, came, spurring hard, He, that but fears the thing he would not know, A gentleman almost forspent with speed,

Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes, That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodlied horse : That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Norton; He ask'd the way to Chester; and of hin

Tell thou thy earl, luis divination lies; I did demand, what news from Shrewsbury.

And I will take it as a sweet disgrace, He told me, that rebellion had bad luck,

And make thee rich for doing me such wrong.

Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid :

Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.

lord. North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead. Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your I see a strange confession in thine eye.

honour. Thou shak'st thy head ; and hold'st it fear, or sin, Mor. The lives of all your loving complices To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so:

Lean on your health ; the which, if you give o'er The tongue offends not, that reports his death : To stormy passion, must perforce decay. And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead;

You cast the event of war, my noble lord, Not he, which says the dead is not alive.

And summ'd the account of chance, before you Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news

said, Hath but a losing office; and his tongue

Let us make head. It was your presurmise, Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,

That, in the dole of blows your son might drop : Remember'd knolling a departing friend.

You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. More likely to fall in, than to get o'er :

Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe You were advis'd, his flesh was capable That, which I would to heaven I had not seen : Of wounds, and scars; and that his forward spirit But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd; Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and out-breath’d, Yet did you say, Go forth; and none of this, To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat down Though strongly apprehended, could restrain The never-daunted Percy to the earth,

The stiff-borne action : What hath then befallen, From whence with life he never more sprung up.

Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth, In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire

More than that being which was like to be ? Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,)

Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, Being bruited once, took fire and heat away

Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas, From the best-temper'd courage in his troops : That, if we wrought our life, 'twas ten to one : For from his metal was his party steel'd;

And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd Which once in him abated, all the rest

Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd; Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. And, since we are o'erset, venture again. And as the thing that's heavy in itself,

Come, we will all put forth ; body, and goods. Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed ;

Mor. 'Tis more than time : And, my most noble So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,

Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, I hear for certain, and do speak the truth,
That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim, The gentle archbishop of York is up,
Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, With well-appointed powers ; he is a man,
Fly from the field : Then was that noble Worcester Who with a double surety binds his followers.
Too soon ta'en prisoner : and that furious Scot, My lord your son had only but the corps,

The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight :
Had three times slain the appearance of the king, For that same word, rebellion, did divide
'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame The action of their bodies from their souls;
Of those that turn'd their backs; and, in his fight, And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd,
Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all As men drink potions; that their weapons only
Is, - that the king hath won; and hath sent out Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls,
A speedy power to encounter you, my lord,

This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,
Under the conduct of young Lancaster,

As fish are in a pond : But now the bishop And Westmoreland : this is the news at full. Turns insurrection to religion :

North. For this I shall have time enough to mourn. Suppos’d sincere and holy in his thoughts, In poison there is physick ; and these news,

He's follow'd both with body and with mind; Having been well, that would have made me sick, And doth enlarge his rising with the blood Being sick, have in some measure made me well: Of fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones : And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause ; Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,

Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land, Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire

Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke; Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs,

And more, and less, do flock to follow him. Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with grief, North. I knew of this before ; but, to speak Are thrice themselves:hence therefore, thou nicecrutch;

truth, A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel,

This present grief had wip'd it from my mind. Must glove this hand : and hence, thou sickly quoif; Go in with me; and counsel every man Thou art a guard too wanton for the head,

The aptest way for safety, and revenge:
Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit. Get posts, and letters, and make friends with speed
Now bind my brows with iron ; And approach Never so few, and never yet more need. (Ereus.
The ragged’st hour that time and spite dare bring,
To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland !

SCENE II. London. A Stroet.
Let heav'n kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand
Keep the wild flood confin’d! let order die !

Enter Sir John FalstAFF, with his Page bearing

his sword and buckler. And let this world no longer be a stage, To feed contention in a lingering act ;

Fal. Sirralı, you giant, what says the doctor to But let one spirit of the first-born Cain Reign in all bosous, that, each heart being set Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good On bloody court's, t'e rude scene may end, healthy water : but, for the party that owed it, he And da kness be the burier of the dead !

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Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: thing good.—Go, pluck him by the elbow; I inust The brain of uss foolisn-compounded clay, man, speak with him. is not able to vent any thing that tends to laughter, Alten. Sir John, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am Fal. What! a young knave, and beg! Is there not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is not wars ? is there not employment? Doth not the in other men. I do here walk before thee, like king lack subjects ? do not the rebels need soldiers ? a sow, that hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it If the prince put thee into my service for any other is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side, reason than to set me off, why then I have no judg- were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell

Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter how to make it. to be worn in my cap, than to wait at my heels. Atten. You mistake me, sir. I was never manned with an agate till now; but I Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest will set you neither in gold nor silver, but in vile man? setting my knighthood and my soldiership apparel, and send you back again to your master, aside, I had lied in my throat if I had said so. for a jewel ; the juvenal, the prince your master, Alten. I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood whose chin is not yet fledged. I will sooner have and your soldiership aside ; and give me leave to tell a beard grow in the palm of my hand, than he shall you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am any get one on his cheek; and yet he will not stick to other than an honest man. say, his face is a face-royal: God may finish it when Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so ! I lay aside he will, it is not a hair amiss yet : he may keep it that which grows to me! If thou get'st any leave of still as a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn me, hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert better sixpence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as be hanged: You hunt-counter, hence ! avaunt ! if he had writ man ever since his father was a Atten. Sir, my lord would speak with you. bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he is Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. almost out of mine, I can assure him. What Fal. My good lord ! — God give your lordship said master Dumbleton about the satin for my short good time of day. I am glad to see your lordship cloak, and slops ?

abroad: I heard say, your lordship was sick : I hope, Page. He said, sir, you should procure him your lordship goes abroad by advice. Your lordbetter assurance than Bardolph: he would not take ship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet his bond and yours ; he liked not the security. some smack of age in you, some relish of the salt

Fal. Let him he damned like the glutton! may ness of time, and I most humbly beseech your lordhis tongue be hotter ! - A whoreson Achitophel! ship, to have a reverend care of your health. a rascally yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman Th. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your in hand, and then stand upon security! — The expedition to Shrewsbury. whoreson smooth-pates do now we othing but Fai. An't please your lordship, I hear, his mahigh shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; jesty is returned with some discomfort from Wales and if a man is thorough with them in honest taking Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty : -You would up, then they must stand upon — security. I had not come when I sent for you. as lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth, as Fal. And I hear moreover, his highness is fallen offer to stop it with security. I looked he should into this same whoreson apoplexy. have sent me two and twenty yards of satin, as I Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him! I pray, let am a true knight, and he sends me security. Well, me speak with you. he may sleep in security ; for he hath the horn of Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of leabundance, and the lightness of his wife shines thargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping through it: and yet cannot he see, though be bave in the blood, a whoreson tingling. his own lantern to light him. Where's Bar- Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as it is. dolph?

Fal. It hath its original from much grief; from Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your study, and perturbation of the brain : I have read worship a horse.

the cause of his effects in Galen ; it is a kind of Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a deafness. horse in Smithfield : an I could get me but a wife Ch. Just. I think, you are fallen into the disease : in the stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived. for you hear not what I say to you. Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and an Attendant. please you, it is the disease of not listening, the

Fal. Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an't Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that com- malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal. mitted the prince for striking him about Bardolph. Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels, would Fal. Wait close, I will not see him.

amend the attention of your ears; and I care not, if Ch. Just. What's he that goes there?

I do become your physician. Atten. Falstaff, an’t please your lordship.

Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord; but not so Ch. Just. He that was in question for the robbery ? patient : your lordship may minister the potion of

Aiten. He, my lord: but he hath since done imprisonment to me, in respect of poverty; but good service at Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is now how I should be your patient to follow your pregoing with some charge to the lord John of Lan- scriptions, the wise may make some dram of a

scruple, or, indeed, a scruple itself. Ch. Just. What, to York ? Call him back again. Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were matter 3 Atten. Sir John Falstaff!

against you for your life, to come speak with me. Fal. Boy, tell him, I am deaf.

Fal. As I was then advised by my learned counsel Page. You must speak louder, my master is in the laws of this land-service, I did not come. deaf.

Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, sir John, you live in Ch. Just. I am sure, he is, to the hearing of any great infamy.


If you

Fal. He that buckles him in my belt, cannot live of Lancaster, against the archbishop, and the carl of in less.

Northumberland. Ch. Just. Your means are very slender, and your Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. waste is great.

But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady peace Fal. I would it were otherwise; I would my at home, that our armies join not in a hot day! for, means were greater, and my waist slenderer. by the Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and

Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful prince. I mean not to sweat extraordinarily : if it be a hot

Fal. The young prince hath misled me: I am day, an I brandish any thing but my bottle, I would the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog. I might never spit white again. There is not a

Ch. Just. Well, I am Joath to gall a new-healed dangerous action can peep out his head, but I am wound; your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a thrust


it : Well, I cannot last ever : But it was little gilded over your night's exploit on Gads-hill : always yet the trick of our English nation, if they you may thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'er- have a good thing, to make it too common. posting that action.

will needs say, I am an old man, you should give Fal. My lord ?

me rest.

I would to God, my name were not so Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so : wake terrible to the enemy as it is. I were better to be not a sleeping wolf.

eaten to death with rust, than to be scoured to Fal. To wake a wolf, is as bad as to smell a fox. nothing with perpetual motion.

Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the better Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; And God part burnt out.

bless your expedition ! Fal. A wassel candle, my lord; all tallow: if I Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand did say of wax, my growth would approve the pound, to furnish me forth? truth.

Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you are Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your face, too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well : but should have his effect of gravity.

Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland. Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.

[Excunt Chief Justice and Attendant. Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up and Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. down, like his ill angel.

A man can no more separate age and covetous. Fal. Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light ; ness, than he can part young limbs and lechery : but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will take me but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the without weighing: and yet, in some respects, I other; and so both the degrees prevent my curses. grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell : Virtue is of so

Boy! little regard in these coster-monger times, that true

Page. Sir? valour is turned bear-herd : Pregnancy is made a Fal. What money is in my purse ? tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in giving Page. Seven groats and two-pence. reckonings : all the other gifts appertinent to man, Fal. I can get no remedy against this consumpas the malice of this age shapes them, are not worth tion of the purse : borrowing only lingers and lingers a gooseberry. You, that are old, consider not the it out, but the disease is incurable. - Go bear this capacities of us that are young : you measure the letter to my lord of Lancaster ; this to the prince ; heat of our livers with the bitterness of your galls : this to the earl of Westmoreland ; and this to old and we that are in the vaward of our youth, I must mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to confess, are wags too.

marry since I perceived the first white hair on my Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the chin : About it; you know where to find me. [Erit scroll of youth, that are written down old with all Page.] A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox ! the characters of age ? Have you not a moist eye ? for the one, or the other, plays the rogue with my a dry hand ? a yellow cheek ? a white beard ? a de- great toe. It is no matter, if I do halt; I have the creasing leg? an increasing belly? Is not your voice wars for my colour, and my pension shall seem the broken? your wind short ? you chin double ? your more reasonable: A good wit will make use of any wit single ? and every part about you blasted with thing; I will turn diseases to commodity. [Exit. antiquity ? and will you yet call yourself young ? Fye, fye, fye, sir John!

SCENE III. York. A Room in the ArchFal. My lord, I was born about three of the

bishop's Palace. clock in the afternoon, with a white head, and something a round belly. For my voice, I have lost it Enter the Archbishop of York, the Lords Hastings, with hollaing, and singing of anthems.

MOWBRAY, and BARDOLPH. prove my youth further, I will not : the truth is, I Arch. Thus have you heard our cause, and known am only old in judgment and understanding ; and he that will caper with me for a thousand marks, let | And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, him lend me the money, and have at him. For the Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes : box o'the ear that the prince gave you, he gave it And first, lord marshal, what say you to it? like a rude prince, and you took it like a sensible Moub. I well allow the occasion of our arms; lord. I have checked him for it; and the young But gladly would be better satisfied, lion repents : marry, not in ashes, and sackcloth; | How, in our means, we should advance ourselves but in new silk, and old sack.

To look with forehead bold and big enough Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a better Upon the power and puissance of the king. companion !

Hast. Our present musters grow upon the file Fal. Heaven send the companion a better prince! To five and twenty thousand men of choice ; I cannot rid my hands of him.

And our supplies live largely in the hope Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you and Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns prince Harry: I hear, you are going with lord John With an incensed fire of injuries.

To ap

our means ;

Barl. The question then, lord Hastings, standeth The utmost man of expectation ; thus ;

I think, we are a body strong enough, Whether our present five and twenty thousand Even as we are, to equal with the king. May hold up head without Northumberland.

Bard. What! is the king but five and twenty Hast. With him, we may.

thousand ? Bard.

Ay, marry, there's the point; Hast. To us, no more; nay, not so much, lord But if without him we be thought too feeble,

Bardolph. My ,udgment is, we should not step too far

For his divisions, as the times do brawl, Till we had his assistance by the hand :

Are in three heads; one power against the French, For, in theme so bloody-fac'd as this,

And one against Gleridower; perforce, a third Conjeci'ne, expectation, and surmise

Must take up us : So is the unfirm king
Of aids uncertain, should not be admitted.

In three divided ; and his coffers sound
Arch. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph; for, indeed, With hollow poverty and emptiness.
It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury.

Arch. That he should draw his several strengthe Bard. It was, my lord; who lin’d himself with

together, hope,

And come against us in full puissance, Eating the air on promise of supply,

Need not be dreaded. Flattering himself with project of a power


If he should do so, Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts : He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh And so, with great imagination,

Baying him at the heels : never fear that, Proper to madmen, led his powers to death,

Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces And, winking, leap'd into destruction.

hither ? Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt, Hast. The duke of Lancaster, and Westmoreland. To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope. Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Monmouth: Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war ;

But who is substituted 'gainst the French, Indeed the instant action, (a cause on foot,)

I have no certain notice. Lives so in hope, as in an early spring


Let us on; We see the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit, And publish the occasion of our arms. Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair,

The commonwealth is sick of their own choice, That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build, Their over-greedy love hath surfeited :We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; An habitation giddy and unsure And when we see the figure of the house,

Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart. Then must we rate the cost of the erection :

O thou fond many! with what loud applause Which if we find outweighs ability,

Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke, What do we then, but diaw anew the model

Before he was what thou would'st have him be? In fewer offices; or, at least, desist

And being now trimm'd in thine own desires, To build at all ? Much more, in this great work, Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him, (Which is, almost, to pluck a kingdom down, That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. And set another up,) should we survey

So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge The plot of situation, and the model ;

Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard ; Consent upon a sure foundation ;

And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up, Question surveyors; know our own estate,

And howl'st to find it? What trust is in these times? How able such a work to undergo,

They that, when Richard liv’d, would have him die, To weigh against his opposite ; or else,

Are now become enamour'd on his grave: We fortify in paper, and in figures,

Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head, Using the names of men, instead of men :

When through proud London he came sighing on Like one, that draws the model of a house

After the admired heels of Bolingbroke, Beyond his power to build it; who, half through, Cry’st now, 0 eurth, yield us that king again, Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost

And take thou this! O thoughts of men accurst! A naked subject to the weeping clouds,

Past, and to come, seem best ; things present, worst. And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.

Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on? Hast. Grant, that our hopes (yet likely of fair Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids be birth,)


[Ereunt. Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd


SCENE I. - London.

A Street.

Enter Hostess; Fang, and his Boy, with her; and

SNARE following
Host. Master Fang, have you entered the action?
Fang. It is entered.

Host. Where is your yeoman? Is it a lusty yeoman? will a' stand to't?

Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare ?

Host. O lord, ay : good master Snare.
Snare. Here, here.
Fang. Snare, we must arrest sir John Falstaff.

Host Yea, good master Snare; I have entered him and all.

Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives, for he will stab.

Host. Alas the day! take heed of him ; he stab. bed me in mine own house, and that most beastly : in good faith, a' cares not what mischief he doth, if

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