keeping house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and captain? If captains were of my mind, they Bard. Pray thee, go down, good ancient. her. Page. Pray thee, go down. Pist. I'll see her damned first;-to Pluto's damned lake, to the infernal deep, with Erebus and tortures vile also. Hold hook and line, say 1. Down, down, dogs! down faitors! Have we not Hiren here ! Host. Good captain Peesel, be quiet; it is very late, i'faith: I beseek you now, aggravate your choler. Pist. These be good humours, indeed! Shall And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia, And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar. Host. By my troth, captain, these are very bitter words. Bard. Be gone, good ancient: this will grow to a brawl anon. Pist. Die men, like dogs; give crowns like pins; Have we not Hiren here? Host. O' my word, captain, there's none such here. What the good-year! do you think I would deny her? for God's sake, be quiet. Host. Are you not hurt 'the groin? methought, he made a shrewd thrust at your belly. Re-enter BARDOLEH. Fal. Have you turned him out of doors? Bard. Yes, Sir. The rascal's drunk: you have hurt him, Sir, in the shoulder. Fal. A rascal! to brave me! Dol. Ah! you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, poor ape, how thou sweat'st! Come, let me wipe thy face;-come on, you whoreson chops: Ah, rogue! i'faith, I love thee. Thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy, worth flye of Agamemnon, and ten times better than the nine worthies. Ah villain ! Ful. A rascally slave I will toss the rogue in a blanket. Dol. Do, if thou darest for thy heart: if thou dost, I'll canvas thee between a pair of sheets. Enter Music. Page. The music is come, Sir. Fal. Let them play;- Play, Sirs.-Sit on my knee, Doll. A rascal bragging slave! the rogue fled from me like quicksilver. church. Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew Dol. l'faith, and thou followedst him like a and foining o'nights, and begin to patch up boar-pig, when wilt thou leave fighting o'days, thine old body for heaven? Enter behind Prince HENRY and POINS, disguised like Drawers. Fal. Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a death's head: do not bid me remember mine Pist. Then feed, and be fat, my fair Cali-end. polis: 1 Come, give's some sack. Si fortuna me tormenta, sperato me contenta. T Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire: Give me some sack ;-and, sweetheart, lie thon [Laying down his sword. Come we to full points here; and are et cetera's nothing? there. Fal. Pistol, I would be quiet. Pist. Sweet knight, I kiss thy neif: 5 What! we have seen the seven stars. Dol. Thrust him down stairs; I cannot endare such a fustian rascal. Pist. Thrust him down stairs! know we not Galloway nags? | Fal. Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-great shilling: nay, if he do nothing but speak nothing, he shall be nothing here. Bard. Come, get you down stairs. Pist. What! shall we have incision? shall we imbrue Snatching up his sword. Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days.. Why then, let grievous, ghastly gaping wounds say! Host. Here's goodly stuff toward! Ful. Give me my rapier, boy. Dol. Sirrab, what humour is the prince of? Fal. A good shallow young fellow he would have made a good pantler, he would have chipped bread well. Dol. They say Poins has a good wit. Fal. He a good wit? hang him, baboon ! his wit is as thick as Tewksbury mustard; there is no more conceit in him, than is in a mallet. Dol. Why does the prince love him so then! Fal. Because their legs are both of a bigness: and he plays at quoits well; and eats conger and fennel; and drinks off candles' ends for Hap-dragous; and rides the wild mare with the boys; and jumps upon joint stools; and swears with a good grace; and wears his boot very smooth, like unto the sign of the leg; and breeds no bate with telling of discreet stories, and such other gambol faculties he hath, that show a weak mind and an able body, for the which the prince admits him: for the prince himself is such another: the weight of a hair will turn the scales between their avoirdupois. P. Hen. Would not this nave of a wheel bave his ears cut off? Poins. Let's beat him before his whore. P. Hen. Look, if the withered elder hath not his poll clawed like a parrot. Poins. Is it not strange, that desire should so Dol. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not many years outlive performance draw. Fal. Get you down stairs. Fal. Kiss me, Doll. P. Hen. Saturn and Venus this year in con Drawing and driving PISTOL out.junction! what says the almanack to that? Poins. And, look, whether the fiery Trigon, his man, be not lisping to his master's old ta bles; his note-book, his counsel keeper. Host. Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear A quotation from a play of G. Peele's. Parody of a hue in the Battle of Alcasar, an old play. Common hacknies. Tarow.) Fal. Thou dost give me flattering busses. An astronosaical term. Dol. Nay, truly; I kiss thee with a most constant heart. Fal.. I am old, I am old. Dol. I love thee better than I love e'er a Scurvy young boy of them all. Fal. What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receive money on Thursday: thou shalt have a cap to-morrow. A merry song, come; it grows late, we'll to bed. Thou'lt forget me, when I am gone. Dol. Ey my troth, thou'lt set me a weeping, an thou sayest so: prove that ever I dress myself handsoine till thy return.-Well, hearken the end. Fal. Some sack, Francis. P. Hen. Poins. Anon, anon, Sir. [Advancing. Fal. Ha a bastard son of the king's -And art not thou Poins bis brother? P. Hen. Why, thou globe of sinful continents, what a life dost thou lead? Fol. A better than thou: I am a gentleman, thou art a drawer. P. Hen. Very true, Sir; and I come to draw you out by the ears. Host. O the Lord preserve thy good grace! by my troth, welcome to London.-Now the Lord bless that sweet face of thine! O Jesu, are you come from Wales? Fal. Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, by this light flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome. [Leaning his hand upon DOLL. Dol. How! you fat fool, I scoru you. Poins. My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge, and turn all to a merriment, if you take not the heat. P. Hen. You whoreson candle-mine, you; how vilely did you speak of me even now, before this honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman? Host. Blessing o'your good heart! and so she is, by my troth. Fal. Didst thou hear me? P. Hen. Yes; and you knew me, as yon did when you ran away by Gad's-hill: you knew, I was at your back, and spoke it on purpose, to try my patience. Fal. No, no, no: not so; I did not think thou wast within hearing. P. Hen. I shall drive you then to confess the 'wilful abuse; and then I know how to handle you. Fal. No abuse, Hal, on mine honour; no abuse. her money; and whether she be damned for that, I know not. Host. No, I warrant you. Fal. No, I think thou art not; I think the art quit for that: Marry, there is another indictment upon thee, for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house, contrary to the law; for the which I think, thou wilt howl. Host. All victuallers do so: What's a joint of mutton or two in a whole Lent? P. Hen. You, gentlewoman, Dol. What says your grace ? Fal. His grace says that which his flesh rebels against. Host. Who knocks so load at door look to the door there, Francis. Enter PETO. P. Hen. Peto, how now? what news? And there are twenty weak and wearied posts, verns, And asking every one for Sir John Falstaff. P. Hen. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much So idly to profane the precious time; [Exeunt Prince HENRY, POINS, PETO, and Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence, and leave it unpicked. [Knocking heard.] More knocking at the door i Re-enter BARDOLPH. How now? what's the matter? Bard. You must away to court, Sir, presently; a dozen captains stay at door for you. Fal. Pay the musicians, sirrah. [To the PAGE.]- Farewell, hostess ;-farewell, Doll.You see, my good weaches, bow nen of merit are sought after: the undeserver may sleep, when the man of action is called on. Farewell, good wenches: If I be not sent away post, I will see you again ere I go. Dol. I cannot speak ;-It my heart be not P. Hen. Not! to dispraise me; and call me-ready to burst:-Weil, sweet Jack, have a care pantler, and bread-chipper; and I know not of thyself. what? Fal. No abuse, Hal. Poins. No abuse! Fal. No abuse, Ned, in the world; honest Ned, none. I dispraised him before the wicked, that the wicked might not fall in love with him: -in which doing, I have done the part of a careful friend and a true subject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it. No abuse, Hal; none, Ned, none;-no, boys, none. P. Hen. See now, whether pure fear, and entire cowardice, doth not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to close with us? Is she of the wicked? Is thine hostess bere of the wicked? Or is the boy of the wicked? Or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his nose, of the wicked? Poins. Answer, thon dead elm, answer. Fal. The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecoverable: and his face is Lucifer's privy kitchen, where he doth nothing but roast maltworms. For the boy,-there is a good angel about him; but the devil ontbids him too. P. Hen. For the women,→→ Fal. For one of them,she is in hell already, and burns, poor soul! For the other, I owe A short cloak. Fal. Farewell, farewell. [Exeunt FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH. Host. Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these twenty-nine years, come peascod-time, but an honester, and truer-hearted man,-Well, fare thee well. Bard. [Within.] Mistress Tear-sheet,——— Bard. [Within.] Bid Mistress Tear-sheet come to my master. Host. O run, Doll, run; run, good Doll. ACT III. SCENE 1.-A Room in the Palace. Enter King HENRY in his Night-gown, with K. Hen. Go, call the earls of Surrey and of But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read thes And well-consider of them: Make gond speed – [But PAGE. Scene II. SECOND PART OF KING HENRY IV. How many thousand of my poorest subjects Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody? A watch-case, or a common 'larum bell? With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, Enter WARWICK and SURREY. K. Hen. Why then, good morrow to you all, Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? K. Hen. Then you perceive, the body of our How foul it is; what rank diseases grow, War. It is but as a body, yet, distemper'd; And see the revolution of the times Too wide for Neptune's hips: how chances What perils past, what crosses to ensue,- Did feast together, and in two years after, 423 But that necessity so bow'd the state, Shall break into corruption-so went on, Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, To go to bed; upon my life, my lord, K. Hen, I will take your counsel: SCENE II.-Court before Justice SHALLOW's Enter SHALLOW and SILENCE, meeting, Shal. Come on, come on, come on; give me your hand, Sir, give me your hand, Sir: au early stirrer, by the rood. And how doth my good cousin Silence ? Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow. Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bedfellow? and your fairest daughter, and mine, my god-daughter Ellen ? Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, cousin Shallow, Shal. By yea and nay, Sir, I dare say my cousin William is become a good scholar: He is at Oxford still, is he not? Sil. Indeed, Sir; to my cost. Shal. He must then to the inns of court shortly: I was once of Clement's-inn; where I think, they will talk of mad Shallow yet. Sil. You were called-lusty Shallow, then, My 18 bong cousin. Shal. By the mass, I was called any thing; and I would have done any thing, indeed, and roundly too. There was 1, and little John Doit of Staffordshire, and black George Bare, and Francis Pickbone, and Will Squele, a Cotswold man, you had not four such swinge-bucklers in all the inns of court again: and, I may say to you, we knew where the bona-robas § were; and had the best of them all at commandment. Then was Jack Falstaff, now Sir John, a boy: and page to Thomas Mowbray duke of Norfolk. John: Fui. he's lik Shal Shad Enter BARDOLPH, and one with him. Sil. Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's meu, as I think. Bard. Good morrow, honest gentlemen: 1 beseech you, which is justice Shallow? Shat. I am Robert Shallow, Sir; a poor esquire of this county, and one of the king's jus tices of the peace: What is your good pleasure with me? Bard. My captain, Sir, commends him to you my captain, Sir John Falstaff: a tall gentleman, by heaven, and a most gallant leader. Shal, He greets me well, Sir; I knew him a good hacksword man: How doth the good knight? may I ask how my lady his wife doth ? Bard. Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommodated than with a wife. Shal. It is well said, in faith, Sir; and it is well said indeed too. Better accommodated! -it is good; yea, indeed, it is: good phrases are surely, and ever were, very commendable. Accommodated!-it comes from accommodo : very good: a good phrase. Bard. Pardon me, Sir: I have heard the word. Phrase, call you it? By this good day, I know not the phrase: but I will maintain the word with my sword, to be a soldier-like word, aud a word of exceeding good command. Accommodated; That is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or, when a man is,-being, -whereby, he may be thought to be accommodated; which is an excellent thing. Enter FALSTAFF. Shal. It is very jast:-Look, here comes good Sir John.-Give me your hand, give me your worship's good hand: By airy froth, you Jook well, and bear your years very weit: wel-as th come, good Sir John. make thon i Fee have Pu said, mous Fat. I am glad to see you well, good master shall Robert Shallow :-Master Sure-card, as I think. Nhat. No, Sir John; it is my cousin Silence, Fee Fa in commission with me. thou Fal, 'Fore God, a likely fellow I~Come, | prick me Bull-calf till he roar again. Bull. O lord,good my lord captain, Fal. What, dost thou roar before thou art pricked? Bull. O lord, Sir! I am a diseased man. Bull. A whoreson cold, Sir; a cough, Sir; which I caught with ringing in the king's affairs, upon his coronation day, Sir. Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown; we will have away thy cold; and 1 will take such order, that thy friends shall ring for thee. Is here all f Shal. Here is two more called than your number; you must have but four here, Sir; and so, I pray you, go in with me to dinner. Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, in good troth, master Shallow. Shal. O Sir John, do you remember since we lay all night in the windmill in St. George's fields. Fal. No more of that, good master Shallow, no more of that. Seal. Ha, it was a merry night. And is Jane Night-work alive? Fal. She lives, master Shallow. Shal. She never could away with me. Fal. Never, never: she would always say, she could not abide master Shallow. Shal. By the mass, i could anger her to the heart, She was then a bona-roba, Doth she hold her own well? Fal, Old, old, master Shallow. Shal. Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose but be old certain, she's old; and had Robin Night-work by old Night-work, before I came to Clement's-inn Sil. That's fifty-five year ago. Shal, Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that that this knight and I have seen Ha, Sir John, said I well? Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, master Shallow. Shal. Marry then,-Mouldy, Bull-calf, Feeble, and Shadow. Ful. Mouldy, and Bull-calf ;-For you, Mouldy, stay at home still; yon are past service :and, for your part, Bull-calf,-grow till you come unto it; I will none of you. Shal, Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong: they are your likeliest men, and I would have you served with the best. Fat. Will you tell me, master Shallow, how to choose a man 1 Care 1 for the limb, the thewes, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man i Give me the spirit, master Shallow. Here's Wart ;-you see what a ragged appearance it is: he shall charge you, and discharge you, with the motion of a pewterer's hammer; come off, and ou, swifter than he that gibbets-on the brewer's bucket. And this same half-fac'd fellow, Shadow,-give me this man; he presents no mark to the enemy; the foeman may with as great aini level at the edge of a penknite : And, for a retreat,-how swiftly will this Feeble, the woman's tailor, run off? Oh! give me the spare men, and spare me the great ones.-Put me a caliver into Wart's band, Bardolph. Bard. Hold, Wart, traverse, thus, thus, thus. Fal. Come, inanage me your caliver. So:very well-go to:-very good :-exceeding good. O give me always a little, lean, old chapped, bald shot.-Well said, 'faith Wart; thour't a good scab: hold, there's a tester for thee. Shal. He is not his craft's-master, he doth not do it right. I remember at Mile-end green, (when I lay at Clement's inn,-I was then Sir Dagonet in Arthur's show,) there was a little quiver fellow, and 'a would manage you his piece thus: and 'a would about, and about, and come you in, and come you in: rah, tah, tah, would ‘a say; bounce, would 'a say, and away again would a go, and again would a come:-I shall never see such a fellow. Ful. These fellows will do well, master Shallow.-God keep you, master Silence; I will not use many words with you :-Fare you well, Shal. That we have, that we have, that we gentlemen both: I thank you: I must a dozen have; in faith, Sir John, we have; our watch-mile to night.-Bardolph, give the soldiers Word was, Hem, boys -Come, let's to dinner; Come, let's to dinner :-O the days that we have seen!-Come, come. Errant FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, and SILENCE. Bull. Good master corporate Bardolph, stand my friend; and here is four Harry ten shillings in French crowns for you. In very truth, Sir, I bad as lief be hanged, Sir, as go and yet, for mine own part, Sir, I do not care; but, rather, because I am unwilling, and, for mine own part, have a desire to stay with my friends; else, Sir, I did not care, for inine own part, so much. Bard. Go to; stand aside. Moul. And good master corporal captain, for my old dame's sake, stand my friend; she has body to do any thing about her, when I am Fone: and she is old, and cannot help herself: you shall have forty, Sir. Bard. Go to: stand aside. Fee. By my troth I care not;-a man can die but once we owe God a death;I'll ne'er bear a base mind-an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: No man's too good to serve his prince; and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for the next. Bard. Well said; thou'rt a good fellow. Re-enter FALSTAFF, and Justices. Shal. Come, Sir John, which four will you bave. Fal. Do you choose for me. coats. Shat. Sir John, heaven bless you, and prosper your affairs, and send us peace! As you return, visit my house; let our old acquaintance be renewed: peradventure I will with you to the court. Fal. I would you would, master Shallow. Shal. Go to: I bave spoke at a word. Fare you well. [Exeunt SHALLOW and SILENCE. Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen. On, Bardolph; lead the men away. [Exeunt BARDOLPH, Recruits, &c.] As I return, I will fetch off these justices: I do see the bottom of justice Shallow. Lord, lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!-This same starved justice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildness of his youth, and the feats he hath done about Turnbull-street; and every third word a lie, duer paid to the heater than the Turk's tribute. I do remember him at Clement's-inn, like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when he was naked, he was, for all the world like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife: he was so forloru, that his dimensions to any thick sight were invisible: he was the very Genius of famine; yet lecherous as a monkey, and the whores called him mandrake; be camé ever in the rear-ward of the fashion: and sung those tunes to the over-scutched huswives that he heard the carmen whistle, and sware-they were his fancies, or his good-nights. And now is this Vice's dagger become a squire; and talks as familiarly of John of Gaunt, as if he had |