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defile ; fo doth the company thou keepest: for, Harry', now I do not speak to thee in drink, but'in tears; not in pleasure, but in paflion; not in words only, but in woes also :-And yet there is a virtuous man, whom I have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name.
P. Henry. What manner of man, an it like your majesty?
Fal. A goodly portly man, i’faith, and a corpulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble cara riage ; and, as I think, his age fome fifty, or, by'r-lady, inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, thén, peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that Falstaff : him keep with, the reit baniih. And tell me now, thou naughty varler, tell me, where haft thou been this monch?
P. Henry. Doft thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me, and I'll play my father.
Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by the heels for a ? rabbet-sucker, or a poulter's hare,
P. Henry. Well, here I am set,
Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false :--nay, I'll tickle ye for a young prince, i'faith.
P. Henry. Sweareit chou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carried away from
♡ If then the, &c.]-If I can judge of the man by his goodly looks, he must be virtuous.
rabbel-fucker, or a poulter's hare.)--a fucking rabber, os hare cases and hung up in a poulterer's Mop. YOL, III. LI
OF grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in the likeness of a fat old man; a tun of man is thy companion. Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that a boltinghutch of beastliness, that swoln parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuft cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manning-tree ox with the pudding in his belly, that reverend 'vice, that grey'iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years ? Wherein is he good, but to taste fack and drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft? wherein crafty, but in villainy? wherein vil. lainous, but in all things ? wherein worthy, but in nothing?
Fal. I would, your grace would 'take me with you; Whom means your grace ?
P. Henry. That villainous abominable mis-leader of youth, Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan.
Fal. My lord, the man I know.
Fal. But to say, I know more harm in him than in inyself, were to say more than I know. That he is old, (the more the pity) his white hairs do witness it: but that he is (saving your reverence) a whoremaster, that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! if to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know is damn'd: if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord; banith Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, a bolting-butch]-meal tub, or bag.
b bombard)-butt. Croafed Manning-tree ox]-in Efex; at some fettivities there it was customary to road an ox whole.
dvice,-iniquity,)-buffoon characters. e cunning, ]-kilful. I take me witb you ;]~let me understand you.
being as he is; old Jack Falstaff, banish ņot him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company ; banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. P. Henry. I do, I will.
(Knocking ; and Hostess and Bardolph go out.
Re-enter Bardolph, running. Bar. O, my lord, my lord; the sheriff, with a most monstrous watch, is at the door.
Fal. Out, you rogue ! play out the play: I have much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff.
Re-enter Hostess. Hoji. O, my lord, my lord !
Fal. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddle-stick: What's the matter?
Hoft. The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they are come to search the house; Shall I let them in?
Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of gold, a counterfeit : & thou art essentially mad, without seeming so.
P. Henry. And thou a natural coward, without instinct.
Fal. I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff, fo; if not, let him enter : if I become not a cart as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up! I hope, I shall as soon be strangled with a halter, as another.
P. Henry. Go, hide thee behind the arras;—the rest walk up above. Now, my masters, for a true face, and a good conscience.
Fal. Both which I have had : but their date is out, and therefore I'll hide me.
(Exeunt Falstaff, Bardolph, Gads-bill, and Peto;
manent Prince and Poins. % thou art effentially mad,]-if thou lightly giv'it me up. b (Pun) ayer.
P. Henry. Call in the sheriff.
Enter Sheriff, and Carrier.
Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry
P. Henry. What men ? - Sber. One of them is well known, my gracious lord ; A gross fat man.
Car. As far as butter.
P. Henry. The man, I do assure you, is not here ;
Sber., I will, my lord: There are two gentlemen
P. Henry. It may be fo: if he have robb’d these men, He shall be answerable ; and so, farewell.
Sher. Good night, my noble lord.
[Exit. P. Henry. This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's : Go, call him forth.
Poins. Falstaff!—fast asleep behind the arras, and snorting like a horse.
P. Henry. Hark how' hard he fetches breath : Search his pockets.
(He searches bis pockets, and finds certain papers. What hast thou found ? Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord.
P. Henry. Let's see what they be: read them.
Poins. Item, a capon, 25. 2d.
P. Henry. O monstrous ! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of fack! - What there is else, keep close; we'll read it at more advantage : there let him Neep 'till day. I'll to the court in the morning: we must all to the wars, and thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot; and, I know, his death will be a march of 'twelve-score. The money Thall be paid back again, with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning; and so good morrow, Poins.
Poins. Good morrow, good my lord. [Exeunt,
A C T III.
S CE N E. I.
The Archdeacon of Bangor's House in Wales. Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Lord Mortimer, and Owen Glen
Hot. Lord Mortimer,—and cousin Glendower,
Glend. No, here it is.