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Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters : Was it for me, to kill the heir apparent ? should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou know'st, I am as valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself, and thee, during my life; I, for a valiant lion, and thou, for a true prince. But, lads, I am glad you have the money.--Hostess, clap to the doors ; watch to-night, pray to-morrow.-Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, All the titles of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be merry ? shall we have play extempore?
P. Henry, Content ;-and the argument shall be, thy sunning away. Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lov'ft me.
Enter Hostess. Hoft. My lord the prince,
P. Henry. How now, my lady the hostess ? what fay'st thou to me?
Hoft. Marry, my lord, there is a 'nobleman of the court at door, would speak with you : he fays, he comes from
P. Henry. Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and send him back again to my mother.
Fal. What manner of man is he?
Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight?-Shall I give him his answer ?
P. Henry. Pr’ythee, do, Jack. Fal. Faith, and l'll send him packing. (Exit. nobleman) noble, a coin of the value of 6s. 8d, royal, or real, of
P. Henry. Now, sirs, by'r-lady, you fought fair ;--fo did you, Peto ;—so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true prince ; no,-fie!
Bard. 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.
P. Henry. Tell me now in earnest, How came Falstaff's fword so hack'd ?
Peto. Why, he hack'd it with his dagger ; and said, he would swear truth out of England, but he would make you believe it was done in fight; and persuaded us to do the like.
Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass, to make them bleed; and then to bellubber our garments with it, and fwear it was the blood of true men. I did that I did not these seven year before, I blush'd to hear his monstrous devices.
P. Henry. O villain, thou stol'lt a cup of fack eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since thou hast blush'd extempore : Thou hadft & fire and sword on thy fide, and yet thou ran'ft away; What instinct hadst thou for it?
Bard. My lord, do you see these "meteors ? do you behold these exhalations?
P. Henry. I do.
• true men.)-as opposed to thieves.
with the manner, ]—with the matter folen about him; in the fact. forel-in thy face.
meteors?]-flushings. Hot livers, and cold purses.]—drunkenness and poverty. * Choler, 1-(pun) collar, and anger.
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Re-enter Falstaff Here comes lean Jack, here comes bate-bone. How now, my sweet creature of 'bombast? How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thine own knee?
Fal. My own knee? when I was about thy years, Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waist; I could have crepe into any alderman's thumb-ring: A plague of sighing and grief ! it blows a man up like a bladder. There's villainous news abroad : here was fir John Braby from your father ; you must to the court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the north, Percy; and he of Wales,
Amaimon the baftinado, and made Lucifer cuckold, and swore the devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh "hook,- What, a plague, call you him?
Poins. O, Glendower.
Fal. Owen, Owen ; the same ; —and his son-in-law Mortimer ; and old Northumberland; and that sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs o'horseback perpendicular.
P. Henry. He that rides at high speed, and with his pistol kills a sparrow flying.
Fal. You have hit it.
up a hill
P. Henry. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so for running?
Fal. O'horseback, ye cuckow ! but, afoot, he will not budge a foot.
I bombaft ?]-wadding.
book,]-a bill, or sword of a hooked form, with a cross at the head of it.
P. Henry. Yes, Jack, upon instinct.
Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there ton, and one Mordake, and a thousand · blue-caps more: Worcester is stolen away by night ; thy father's beard is Pturn'd white with the news; you may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackerel.
P. Henry. Then, 'tis like, if there come a hot June, and this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds.
Fal. By the mass, lad, thou say'st true; it is like, we shall have good trading that way.—But, tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly afeard ? thou being heir apparent, could the world pick thee out three such enemies again, as that fiend Douglas, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower ? Art thou not horribly afraid ? doth not thy blood thrill at it?
P. Henry. Not a whit, i'faith; I lack some of thy inftinct.
Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morrow, when thou comeft to thy father : if thou love me, practise an answer.
P. Henry. Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon the particulars of my
life. Fal. Shall I? content:- This chair shall be 9
state, this dagger my scepter, and this cushion my crown.
P. Henry. 'Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy golden scepter for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich crown for a pitiful bald crown!
Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee, now shalt thou be moved.—Give me a cup of fack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may be thought I have
• blue-caps)-Scots with blue bonnets. ? turn'd wbite)--through terror. 9 my fate,)-royal chair with a canopy over it. Tby state is, &c.]--An apostrophe of the prince to his absent father.
wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it in *king Cambyses' vein.
P. Henry. Well, here is 'my leg.
queen, For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes.
Hoft. O rare ! he doth it as like one of these "harlotry players, as I ever see. Fal. Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good * tickle-brain.
Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the fafter it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I have partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion ; but chiefly, a villainous trick of thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, that doth
If then thou be son to me, here lies the point ;-Why, being fon to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall the blessed sun of heaven prove * a micher, and eat black-berries ? a question not to be a kid. Shall the son of England prove a thief, and take purses? a question to be ask'd. There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often heard of, and it is known to many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth
s king Cambyses' vein.]—a sorry old play, wherein is the following marginal direction.-" At this tale toide, let the queen weep." my leg.]--obeisance.
barlotry)-vile, rascally. w tickle-brain.] -he name of a certain strong liquor. * a micher,]-a lurking thief ; a truant, a hedge-creeper. ** Marry, this is miching malicho; it means mischief.”
HAMLET, A& III. S. 3. Ham.