But gladly would be better fatisfied Haft. Our prefent mufters grow upon the file Bard. The question then, Lord Haftings, ftandeth Bard. Ay, marry, there's the point : York. 'Tis very true, Lord Bardolph; for indeed It was young Hot-fpur's cafe at Shrewsbury. Bard. It was, my Lord, who lin'd himself with hope, Fating the air, on promife of fupply; Flatt'ring himself with project of a power Proper to madinen, led his pow'rs to death, And, winking, leap'd into deftruction. Haft. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt We fee th' appearing buds; which, to prove fruit, That frofts will bite them. When we mean to build, We first furvey the plot, then draw the model; And when we fee the figure of the house, What do we then but draw a-new the model In fewer offices? or elfe, defist To build at all? Much more, in this great work, (Which is almoft to pluck a kingdom down, And fet another up), fhould we furvey The plot of fituation, and the model; Haft. Grant that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth, Should be ftill-born; and that we now poffefs'd The utmost man of expectation : I think we are a body ftrong enough, Ev'n as we are, to equal with the King. [fand? Bard. What, is the King but five and twenty thouHaft. To us, no more; nay, not fo much, Lord BarFor his divifions, as the times do brawl, [dolph. Are in three heads; one pow'r against the French, And one against Glendower; perforce, a third Muft take up us: fo is the unfirm King In three divided; and his coffers found With hollow poverty and emptiness. York. That he should draw his fev'ral strengths togeAnd come againft us in full puiffance, Need not be dreaded. Haft. If he fhould do fo, [ther, He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welch Baying him at the heels; never fear that. Bard. Who is it like fhould lead his forces hither? Haft. The Duke of Lancaster, and Weftmorland : Against the Welch, himself and Harry Monmouth: But who is fubftituted 'gainst the French, I have no certain notice. York. Let us on: • Coft, for work. And And publish the occafion of our arms. The commonwealth is fick of their own choice; An habitation giddy and unfure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. up. And now thou would't eat thy dead vomit up, What truft is in thefe times?: They, that when Richard liv'd, would have him die, Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and fet on? ACT II. SCENE I. Aftreet in London. Enter Hoftefs, with two officers, Phang and Snare!!! Hoft. T R. Phang, have you enter'd the action? Hoft. Where's your yeoman is he a lufty yeoman?~ will he ftand to it? Phang. Sirrah, where's Snare? Hoft. O Lord, ay, good Mr. Snare. Snare. Here, here. Phang. Snare, we muft arreft Sir John Falstaff. Hoft. Ay, good Mr. Snare, I have enter'd him and all. 11 Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives: for he will ftab. Hoft. Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabb'd me in mine own house, and that most beastly; he cares not what mifchief he doth, if his weapon be out. He will foin like any devil; he will fpare neither man, woman, nor child.. Phang. If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust. in Hoft. No, nor I neither ;- -I'll be at your elbow. Phang. If I but fift him once; if he come but withmy vice *. Hoft. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he is an infinitive thing upon my score. Good Mr. Phang, hold him fure; good Mr. Snare, let him not 'scape. He comes continually to Pie-corner, faving your manhoods, to buy a faddle: and he is indited to dinner to the Lubbar's-head in Lombard-ftreet, to Mr. Smooth's the Silkman. I pray ye, fince my action is enter'd, and my cafe fo openly known to the world, let him be brought in to his anfwer. A hundred mark is a long loan, for a poor lone woman to bear; and I have borne, and borne, and borne, and have been fubb'd off, and fubb'd off, from this day to that day, that it is a fhame to be thought on. There is no honefty in fuch dealing, unlefs a woman should be made an afs and a beast, to bear every knave's wrong. Enter Falstaff, Bardolph, and the Boy. Yonder he comes, and that arrant malmfey-nofe 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? whofe mare's dead? what's the matter? Phang. Sir John, I arreft you at the fuit of Mrs. Quickly. Fal. Away, varlets; draw, Bardolph: cut me off the villain's head: throw the quean in the kennel. Hoft. Throw me in the kennel? I'll throw thee in * Vice or grasp; a metaphor taken from a smith's vice. Mr. Popc. VOL. IV.. Z the 2 the kennel. Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly rogue. Murder, murder! O thou honey-fuckle vil lain *, wilt thou kill God's officers and the King's? O thou honey-feed rogue*! thou art a honey-feed, a man queller, and a woman-queller. Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph. Phang. A refcue, 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-feed! Fal. Away, yon fcullion, you rampallian, you fuftilarian: I'll tickle your catastrophe. SCENE II. Enter Chief Justice attended. Ch. Juft. What's the matter? keep the peace here, ho? Haft. Good my Lord, be good to me. I beseech you, ftand to me. Ch. Juft. How now, Sir John? what, are you brawling here? Doth this become your place, your time, and bufinefs? You thould have been well on your way to York. Stand from him, fellow; wherefore hang'ft thou on him? Hoft. O my moft worshipful Lord, an't pleafe your Grace, I am a poor widow of Eaft-cheap, and he is arrested at my fuit. Ch. Juft. For what fum ? Heft. It is more than for fome, my Lord, it is for all; all have he hath eaten me out of houfe and home; he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his : but will have fome of it out again, or I'll ride thee o'nights like the mare. Fal. I think I am as like to ride the mare, if I have any 'vantage of ground to get up. Ch. Juft. How comes this, Sir John? Fie, what man of good temper would endure this tempeft of exclamation are you not asham'd to inforce a poor widow to fo rough a courfe to come by her own Fal. What is the grofs fum that I owe thee? * She means to lay, bomicidal villain, and bomicide rogue. and |