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and the money too. Thou didft fwear to me on a parcel-gilt goblet, fitting in my Dolphin chamber, at the round table, by a fea-coal fire, on Wednesday in Whit fun-week, when the Prince broke thy head for likening him to a finging-man of Windfor; thou didst fwear to me then, as I was wathing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canft thou deny it? did not good-wife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me Gop Quickly? coming in to borrow a mass. of vinegar; telling us, the had a good dith of prawns; whereby thou did defire to eat fome; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a green wound, and didit not thou, when she was gone down stairs, defire me to be no more fo familiarity with fuch poor people, faying, that ere long they fhould call me Madam and didit not thou kiss me, and bid me fetch thee thirty fhillings? i put thee now to thy book-oath; deny it, if thou canst.

Fal. My Lord, this is a poor mad foul; and the says up and down the town, that her eldet fon is like you. She hath been in good cafe, and the truth is, poverty hath distracted her; but for these foolish officers, 1 befeech you, I may have redrefs against them.

Ch. Juft. Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true caufe the falfe way. It is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words that come with fuch more than impudent faucinefs from you, can thruft me from a level confideration. I know you have practis'd upon the eafy-yielding fpirit of this woman.

Hoft. Yes, in troth, my Lord.

Ch. Juft. Pr'ythee, peace; pay her the debt you owe "her, and unpay the villany you have done her; the one you may do with Sterling money, and the other with current repentance.

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Fal. My Lord, I will not undergo this fneap with out reply. You call honourable boldness impudent faucinefs: if a man will court'fy and fay nothing, he is virtuous. No, my Lord, my humble duty remember'd, I will not be your fuitor: I fay to you, I detire deliverance from thefe officers, being upon hally employment in the King's affairs.

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wrong;

Ch. Juft. You fpeak as having power to do but answer in the effect your reputation, and fatisfy

the poor woman.

Fal. Come hither, hoftefs.

SCENE

Afide,

III. Enter Mr. Gower.

Ch. Juft. Mafter Gower, what news?

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Gower. The King, my Lord, and Henry Prince of Are near at hand: the reft the paper tells. [Wales, Fal. As I am a gentleman

Hoft. Nay, you faid fo before.

Fal. As I am a gentleman :-come, no more words of it.

Hoft. By this heav'nly ground I tread on, I must be fain to pawn both my plate, and the tapestry of my dining chambers.

Fal. "Glaffes, glaffes, is the only drinking; and "for thy walls, a pretty flight drollery, or the story "of the prodigal, or the German hunting in water

work*, is worth a thoufand of thefe dead-hangings, "and thefe fly-bitten tapestries: let it be ten pound, if "thou canft. Come, if it were not for thy humours, there is not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face, and draw thy action: come, thou must not be in this humour with me; do'ft not know me? Come, come, I know thou waft fet on to this.

Hoft. Pr'ythee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles; I am loath to pawn my plate, in good earnest, la. Fal. Let it alone, I'll make other fhift; you'll be ă fool ftill..

Hoft. Well, you fhall have it, though I pawn my gown. I hope you'll come to fupper: you'll pay me all together?

Fal. Will I live? go with her, with her: hook on, hook on.

Hoft. Will you have Doll Tear-fheet meet you at fupper?

Fal. No more words. Let's have her.

[Exeunt Hoftefs and Serjeant.

Ch. Juft. I have heard better news.

Fal. What's the news, my good Lord,

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Ch. Juft.

Ch Juft. Where lay the King laft night?
Gower. At Bafingtoke, my Lord.

Fal. I hope, my Lord, all's well. What is the news, my Lord?

Ch. Juft. Come all his forces back?

Gower. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horfe Are march'd up to my Lord of Lancaster, Against Northumberland and the Archbishop.

Fal. Comes the King back from Wales, my Noble Lord?

Ch. Juft. You fhall have letters of me presently."
Come, go along with me, good Mr. Gower.
Fal. My Lord,

Ch. Juft. What's the matter?

Fal. Mafter Gower, fhall I intreat you with me to dinner?

Gower. I must wait upon my good Lord here; I thank you, good Sir John.

Ch. Juft. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to take foldiers up in the countries as you go. "Fal. Will you fup with me, Master Gower!

Ch. Juft. What foolish mafter taught you these manfers, Sir John?

Fal. Maiter Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool that taught them me. This is the right fencing grace, my Lord, tap for tap, and fo part fair.

Ch. Juft. Now the Lord lighten thee, thou art a great fool. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Continues in London.

Enter Prince Henry and Poins.

P. Henry. Trust me, I am exceeding weary. Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought, weariness durft not have attach'd one of fo high blood.

P. Henry. It doth me, though it difcolours the complexion of my greatnefs to acknowledge it. Doth it not fhew vilely in me to defire small beer?

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true, fmall beer. But, indeed, thefe humble confiderations make ine out of love with my greatnefs. "What a di grace is it to me to remember thy name? or to "know thy face to-morrow? or to take note how many pair of filk stockings thou haft' (viz. these, "and those that were the peach-colour'd ones); or to "bear the inventory of thy fhirts, as one for fuperfluity, "and one other for ufe? but that the tennis-courtkeeper knows better than I; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee, when thou keepest not racket there, as thou haft not done a great while, because the rest of thy low countries have made a fhift to eat up thy holland. And God knows, whether those that bawl out of the ruins of thy linen, fhall inherit his kingdom: but the midwives fay the children are not in the fault; whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are mightily strengthened.

Poins. How ill it follows, after you have labour'd fo hard, you should talk fo idly? Tell me, how many good young princes would do fo, their fathers lying fo fick as your's at this time is.

P. Henry. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins?

Poins. Yes, and let it be an excellent good thing. P. Henry. It fhall ferve among wits of no higher breeding than thine.

Poins. Go to; I ftand the push of your one thing that you'll tell.

P. Henry. Why, I tell thee, it is not meet that I 'fhould be fad now my father is fick; albeit I could tell to thee, (as to one it pleases me, for fault of a better, to call my friend), I could be fad, and fad indeed too. Poins. Very hardly upon fuch a fubject.

P. Henry. By this hand, thou think'ft me as far in the devil's book, as thou and Falstaff, for obduracy and perfiftency. Let the end try the man. But I tell thee, my heart bleeds inwardly, that my father is fo fick; and keeping fuch vile company as thou art, hath in reafon taken from me all oftentation of forrow. Poins. The reafon?

P. Henry. What would't thou think of me if I fhould weep? Poins. I would think thee a moft princely hypocrite. P. Henry. It would be every man's thought; and

thou

thou art a bleffed fellow, to think as every man thinks. Never a man's thought in the world keeps the road-way better than thine; every man would think me an hypocrite indeed. And what excites your moft worshipful thought to think fo?

Poins. Why, because you have seemed fo lewd, and fo much ingraffed to Falstaff.

P. Henry. And to thee.

Poins. Nay, by this light, I am well spoken of, I can hear it with mine own ears. The worst they can say of me is, that I am a second brother, and that I am a proper fellow of my hands: and those two things I confefs I cannot help. Look, look, here comes bardolph.

P. Henry. And the boy that I gave Falttaff. He had him from me Chriftian, and fee it the fat villain have not transform'd him ape.

SCENE

V.

Enter Bardolph and Page.

Bard. Save your Grace.

P. Henry. And your's, most noble Bardolph. Bard. Come, you virtuous afs, and baihful fool, muft you be blufhing? Wherefore bluth you now? what a maidenly man at arms are you become? Is it fuch a matter to get a pottle-pot's maidenhead ?

Page. He call'd me even now, my Lord, through a red lattice, and I could difcern no part of his face from the window; at last I fpv'd his eyes, and methought he had made two holes in the ale-wife's new petticoat, and peep'd through.

P. Henry Hath not the boy profited?

Bard. Away, you whorien upright rabbet, away! Page. Away, you rafcally Althea's dream, away! P. Henry Inftru&t us, boy, what dream, boy? Page. Marry, my Lord, Althea dream'd fhe was deliver'd of a firebrand; and therefore I call him her dream.

P. Henry. A crowns-worth of good interpretation; there it is, boy. [Gives bim money.

Poins. O that this good bloffom could be kept from cankers! well, there is fixpence to preferve thee. Bard if you do not make him be hang'd among you, the gallows fhall be wrong'd.

P. Henry.

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