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Let us on;

Hast. Grant that our hopes (yet likely for fair| Snare. Here, here. birth,

Fang. Snare, we must arrest sir John Falstaff. Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd Host. Yea, good master Snare; I have entered The utmost man of expectation;

him and all. I think, we are a body strong enough,

Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives, Even as we are, to equal with the king.

for he will stab, Bard. What is the king but five and twenty Host. Alas the day! take heed of him ; he thousand ?

stabbed me in mine own house, and that most Hasi. To us, no more; nay, not so much, lord beastly: in good faith, a' cares not what mischief Bardolph.

he doth, if his weapon be out: he will foin' like For his divisions, as the times do brawl, any devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor Are in three heads: one power against the French, child. And one against Glendower; perforce, a third Fang. If I can elose with him, I care not for Must take up us : So is the unfirm king

his thrust. In three divided ; and his coffers sound

Host. No, nor I neither: I'll be at your elbow. With hollow poverty and emptiness.

Fang. An I but fist him once; an a' come but Arch. Thai he should draw his several strengths within my vice ;-together,

Host. I

am undone by his going; I warrant you, And come against us in full puissance,

he's an infinitive thing upon my score :-Good Need not be dreaded.

master Fang, hold him sure ;-good master Snare, Hast.

If he should do so, let him not 'scape. He comes continually to Pie He leaves his back unarm’d, the French and Welsh corner, (saving your manhoods,) to buy a saddle; Baying him at the heels: never fear that. and he's indited to dinner to the lubbar's head in Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces Lumbert-street, to master Smooth's the silkman: I hither?

pray ye, since my exion is entered, and my case Hast. The duke of Lancaster, and Westmore- so openly known to the world, let him be brought

in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long loan Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Monmouth: for a poor lone woman to bear: And I have borne But who is substituted 'gainst the French, and borne, and borne; and have been subbed off, I have no certain notice.

and fubbed off, and fubbed off, from this day to Arch.

that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. There And publish the occasion of our arms.

is no honesty in such dealing; unless a woman The commonwealth is sick of their own choice, should be made an ass, and a beast, to bear every Their over-greedy love hath surfeited :

knave's wrong. A habitation giddy and unsure

Enter Sir John Falstaff, Page, and Bardolph Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart. O thou fond many!' with what loud applause

Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke, knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your offices, do Before he was what thou would'st have him be? your offices, master Fang, and master Snare; do And being now trimm'din thine own desires, me, do me, do me your offices. Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,

Fal. How now whose mare's dead ? what's That thou provok’st thyself to cast him up.

the matter? So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge

Fang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of misThy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;

tress Quickly. And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up,

Fal. Away, varlets !-Draw, Bardolph ; cut me And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these times? off the villain's head; throw the quean in the They that, when Richard liv'd, would have him die, channel. Are now become enamour'd on his grave:

Host. Throw me in the channel ? I'll throw thee Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head,

in the channel. Wilt thou ? wilt thou ? thou basWhen through proud London he came sighing on tardly rogue !-Murder, murder! O thou honey; After the admired heels of Bolingbroke,

suckles villain! wilt thou kill God's officers, and Cry'st now, ( earth, yield us that king again,

the king's? O thou honey-seed' rogue! thou art a And take thou this ! 'O thoughts of men accurst!

honey-seed; a man-queller, and a woman-queller. Past, and to come, seem best; things present, worst.

Fal. Keep them oft, Bardolph. Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on?

Fang. A rescue! a rescue! Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids be

Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two.gone.

[Exeunt. Thou wo't, wo'i thou ? thou wo't, wo't thou? do,

do, thou rogue! do, thou hemp-seed !

Fal. Away, you scullion! you rampallion! you

fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe. ACT II.

Enter the Lord Chief Justice, attended. SCENE I.-London. A street. Enter Hostess;

Ch. Just. What's the matter ? keep the peace Fang, and his boy, with her; and Snare follow here, ho! ing.

Host. Good my lord, be good to me! I beseech

you, stand to me! Host. Master Fang, have you entered the action ? Ch. Just. How now, sir John ? what, are you Fang. It is entered.

brawling here? Host. Where is your yeoman ?: Is it a lusty yeo-Doth this become your place, your time, and busiman? will a' stand to't?

ness? Fing. Sirrah, where's Snare ?

You should have been well on your way to York.Host. O lord, ay: good master Snare. Stand from him, fellow; Wherefore hang'st thou (1) Multitude.

(2) Dress'd. (3) A bailiff's follower. (4) Thrust. (5) Grasp. (6) Homicidal. (7) Homicide.

on him?

Host. O my most worshipful lord, an't please! Gow. The king, my lord, and Harry prince of your grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap, and Wales he is arrested at my suit.

Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells. Ch. Just. For what sum?

Fal. As I am a gentleman; Host. It is more than for some, my lord; it is for Host. Nay, you said so before. all, all I have: he hath eaten me out of house and Fal. As I am a gentleman ;--Come, no more home; he hath put all my substance into that fat words of it. belly of his :-but I will have some of it out again,, Host. By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must or I'll ride thee o'nights, like the mare.

be fain to pawn both my plate, and the tapestry of Fal. I think, I am as like to ride the mare, if I my dining-chambers. have any vantage of ground to get up.

Fal. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking : and Ch. Just

. How comes this, sir John? Fie! what for thy walls,-a pretty slight droliery, or the story man of good temper would endure this tempest or of the prodigal, or the German hunting in waterexclamation ? Are you not ashamed, to enforce a work, is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings, poor widow to so rough a course to come by her and these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, own ?

if thou canst. Come, an it were not for thy huFal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee? mours, there is not a better wench in England.' Go,

Host. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thy- wash thy face, and draws thy action: Come, thou sell, and the money too. Thou didst swear to me must not be in this humour with me; dost not know upon a parcel-gilii goblet, sitting in my Dolphin me? Come, come, I know thou wast set on to this. chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, Host. Pray thee, sir John, let it be but twenty upon Wednesday in Whitsun week, when the prince nobles ; i'faith, I am loath'to pawn my plate, in broke thy head for liking his father to a singing- good earnest, la. man of Windsor; thou didst swear to me then, as Fal. Let it alone; I'll make other shift: you'll I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make be a fool still. me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did Host. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my not good wife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in gown. I hope, you'll come to supper : You'll pay then, and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to me all together? borrow. a mess of vinegar; telling us, she had a Fal. Will I live 3—Go, with her, with her; [To good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to Bardolph.) hook on, hook on. eat some; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a Host: Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet you green wound ? And didst thou not, when she was at supper? gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so fa- Fal. No more words ; let's have her. miliarity with such poor people; saying, that ere

[Exeunt Host. Bard. officers, and page. long they should call me madam? And didst thou Ch. Just. I have heard better news. not kiss me, and bid me fetch thee thirty shillings? Fal. What's the news, my good lord ? I put thee now to thy book-oath; deny it, if thou Ch. Just. Where lay the king last night? canst.

Gow. At Basingstoke, my lord. Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she Fal. I hope, my lord, all's well: What's the says, up and down the town, that her eldest son is news, my lord? like you: she hath been in good case, and, the Ch. Just. Come all his forces back ? truth is, poverty hath distracted her. But for these Gow. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred foolish officers, I beseech you, I may have redress horse, against them.

Are march'd up to my lord of Lancaster, Ch. Just. Sir John, sir John, I am well acquaint- Against Northumberland, and the archbishop. ed with your manner of wrenching the true cause Fal. Comes the king back from Wales, my noble the false way. It is not a confident brow, nor the lord ? throng of words that come with such more than

Ch. Just. You shall have letters of me presently: impudent sauciness from you, can thrust me from Come, go along with me, good master Gower. a level consideration ; you have, as it appears to

Fal! My lord: me, practised upon the easy-yielding spirit of this Ch. Just. What's the matter ? woman, and made her serve your uses both in Fal. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me purse and person.

to dinner? Host. Yea, in troth, my lord.

Gow. I must wait upon my good lord here: I Ch. Just. "Prythee, peace:-Pay her the debt thank you, good sir John. you owe her, and unpay the villany you have done Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, with her; the one you may do with sterling money, being you are to také soldiers up in counties as and the other with current repentance.

you go. Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap' with- Fal. Will you sup with me, master Gower ? out reply. You call honourable boldness, impudent Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you these sauciness: if a man will make court'sy, and say manners, sir John ? nothing, he is virtuous: No, my lord, my humble Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, he duty remembered, I will not be your suitor ; I say was a fool that taught them me. This is the right to you, I do desire deliverance from these officers, fencing grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so part fair. being upon hasty employment in the king's affairs. Ch. Just. Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art Ch. Just. You speak as having power to do a great fool.

(Exeunt, wrong : but answer in the effect of your reputation," SCENE II.The same. Another streel. Enter and satisfy the poor woman. Fal. Come híther, hostess. (Taking her aside.

Prince Henry and Poins.

P. Hen. Trust me, I am exceeding weary.
Enter Gower.

Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought weari, Ch. Just. Now, master Gower; What news? ness durst not have attached one of so high blood. (1) Partly gilt. (2) Snub, check. (3) Suitable to your character. (4) Withdraw


P. Hen. Faith, it does me; though it discolours

Enter Bardolph and Page. the complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth it not show vileiy in me, to desire small beer ?

Bard. 'Save your grace! Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely

P. Hen. And yours, most noble Bardolph! studied, as to remember so weak a composition.

Bard. Come, you virtuous ass, (To the page.] P. Hen. Belike then my appetite was not princely you bashful fool, must you be blushing ? wherefore got; for, by my troth, I do now remember the poor

blush you now? What a maidenly man at arms are creature, small beer. But, indeed, these humble you become! Is it such a matter, to get a polile considerations make me out of love with my great pot's maidenhead ? What a disgrace is it to me, to remember

Page. He called me even now, my lord, through thy name? or to know thy face to-morrow? or to a red lattice, and I could discern no part of his take note how many pair of silk stockings thou face from the window: at last, 1 spied his eyes; hast; viz. these, and those that were the peach- and, methought, he had made two holes in the ale' coloured ones ? or to bear the inventory of thy wife's new petticoat, and peeped through.

P. Hen. Hath not the boy profited ? shirts ; as, one for superfluity, and one other for use?-but'that, the tennis-court keeper knows bet

Bard. Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, ter than I; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee, away! when thou keepest not racket there; as thou hast

Page. Away, you rascally Althea's dream, not done a grcat while, because the rest of thy low-away! countries have made a shift to eat up thy holland :

P. Hen. Instruct us, boy: What dream, boy? and God knows, whether those that bawl out the

Page. Marry, my lord, Alibea dreamed she was ruins of thy linen,' shall inherit his kingdom

; but delivered of a fire-brand, and therefore I call him the midwives say, the children are not in the l'ault: her dream. whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are

P. Hen. A crown's worth of good interpretation. mightily strengthened.

- There it is, boy.

(Gives him money. Poins. How ill it follows, after you have labour

Poins. 0, that this good blossom could be kept ed so hard, you should talk so idly! Tell me, how from cankers !-Well, there is sixpence to preserve

thee. many good young princes would do so, their fathers being so sick as yours at this time is ?

Bard. An you do not make him be hanged P. Hen. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins?

among you, the gallows shall have wrong. Poins. Yes; and let it be an excellent good thing.

P. Hen. And how doth thy master, Bardolph? P. Hen. It'shall serve among wits of no higher

Bard. Well, my lord. He heard of your grace's breeding than thine.

coming to town; there's a lelier for you. Poins. Go to; I stand the push of your one doth the Martlemas," your master ?

Poins. Delivered with good respect. And how thing that you will tell.

P. Hen. Why, I tell thee, -it is not meet that I Bard. In bodily health, sir. should be sad, now my father is sick: albeit I

Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a physicould tell to thee (as to one it pleases me, for fault cian: but that moves not him; though that be sick, of a better, to call my friend,) I could be sad, and it dies not. sad indeed too.

P. Hen. I do allow this wen' to be as familiar Poins. Very hardly, upon such a subject.

with me as my dog: and he holds his place; for, P. Hen. By this hand, thou think'st me as far in look you, how he writes, the devil's book, as thou, and Falstaff, for obduracy

Poins. (Reads.) John Falstaff, knight,-- Every and persistency: Let the end try the man.

But 1 man must know

that, as of as he has occasion to tell thee,-my heart bleeds inwardly, that my father name himself

. Even like those that are kin to the is so sick : and keeping such vile company as thou king; for they never prick their finger, but they art, hath in reason taken from me all ostentation say, There is some of the king's blood spilt: Here of sorrow.

comes that ? says he, that takes upon him not to Poins. The reason ?

conceive: the answer is as ready as a borrower's P. Hen. What wouldst thou think of me, if 1 cap; I am the king's poor cousin, sir. should weep?

P. Hen. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will Poins. I would think thee a most princely hypo-fetch it from Japhet. But the letter :crite.

Poins. Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of P. Hen. It would be every man's thought : and the king, nearest his father, Harry, prince of thou art a blessed fellow, to think as every man

Wales, greeting.-Why, this is a certificate.

P. Hen. Peace! thinks; never a man's thought in the world keeps the road-way better than thine: every man would

Poins. I will imitate the honourable Roman in think me a hypocrite indeed. And what accites brevity :-he sure means brevity in breath; shortyour most worshipful thought, to think so?

winded. I commend me to thee, I commend thee, Poins. Why, because you have been so lewd, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with Poins, and so much engraffed to Falstaff.

for he misuses thy favours so much, that he swears P. Hen. And to thee.

thou art to marry his sister Nell. Repent al idle Poins. By this light, I am well spoken of, I can times as thou may'st, and so farewell. hear it with my own ears: the worst that they can

Thine, by yea and no, (which is as say of me is, that I am a second brother, and that

much as to say, as thou usest kim,) I am a proper fellow of my hands; and those two

Jack Falstaff, with my familiars ; things, I confess, I cannot help. By the mass, here

John, with my brothers and sisters, comes Bardolph.

and Sir John, with all Europe. P. Hen. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: he My lord, I will steep this letter in sack, and make had him from me Christian ; and look, if the fat him eat it. villain have not transformed him ape.

P. Hen. That's to make him eat twenty of his

(3) Martinmas, St. Martin's day is Nov. 11. An ale-house window.

(4) Swollen excrescence.

words. But do you use me thus, Ned ? must I Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. marry your sister?

He had no legs, that practis'd not his gait : Poins. May the wench have no worse fortune! And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish, but I never said so.

Became the accents of the valiant; P. Hen. Well, thus we play the fools with the For those that could speak low, and tardily, time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds, Would turn their own perfection to abuse, and mock us.- Is your master here in London ? To seem like him : So that, in speech, in gait, Bard. Yes, my lord.

In diet, in affections of delight, P. Hen. Where sups he? Doth the old boar feed In military rules, humours of blood, in the old frank ?

He was the mark and glass, copy and book, Bard. At the old place, my lord ; in Eastcheap. That fashion'd others. And him,-0 wondrous him! P. Hen. What coinpany?

O miracle of men !-him did you leave Page. Ephesians, my lord; of the old church. (Second to none, unseconded by you,) P. Hen. Sup any women with him ?

To look upon the hideous god of war Page. None, my lord, but old mistress Quickly, In disadvantage; to abide a field, and mistress Doll Tear-sheet.

Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name P. Hen. What pagan may that be?

Did seem desensible :—so you left him: Page. A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kins- Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong, woman of my master's.

To hold your honour more precise and nice P. Hen. Even such kin, as the parish heisers are with others, than with him; let them alone; to the town bull.-Shall we steal upon them, Ned, The marshal, and the archbishop, are strong; at supper ?

Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers, Poins. I am your shadow, my lord; I'll follow To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck, you.

Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave. P. Hen. Sirrah, you boy,—and Bardolph ;-no North.

Beshrew? your heart, word to your master, that I am yet come to town : Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from me, There's for your silence.

With new lamenting ancient oversights. Bard. I have no tongue, sir.

But I must go, and meet with danger there; Page. And for mine, sir,- I will govern it. Or it will seek me in another place,

P. Hen. Fare ye well ; go-1E.reunt Bardolph And find me worse provided. and Page.)—this Doll Tear-sheet should be some Lady N.

0, fly to Scotland, road.

Till that the nobles, and the armed commons, Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way Have of their puissunce made a little taste. between Saint Alban's and London.

Lady P. If they get ground and vantage of the P. Hen. How might we see Falstaff bestow

king, himself to-night in his true colours, and not our- Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, selves be seen?

To make strength stronger; but, for all our loves, Poins. Put on two leather jerkins, and aprons, First let thern try themselves: So did your son ; and wait upon him at his table, as drarers. He was so suffer'd ; so came I a widow;

P. Hen. From a god 10 a bull ? a heavy descen- And never shall have length of life enough, sion! it was Jove's case. From a prince to a 'pren- To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes, tice ? a low transformaliin! that shall be mine: That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven, for, in every thing, the purpose must weigh with For recordation to my noble husband. the folly. Follow me, Ned.

(Exeunt North. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with

my mind, SCENE III.-Warkworth. Before the castle. As with the tide swell’d up into its height,

Enter Northumberland, Lady Northumberland, That makes a still-stand, running neither way. and Lady Percy.

Fain would I go to meet the archbishop, North. I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle But many thousand reasons hold me back: daughter,

I will resolve for Scotland ; there am I, Give even way unto my rough affairs :

Till time and vantage crave my company. Put not you on the visage of the times,

[Exeunt. And be, like them, to Percy troublesome.

SCENE IV-London. A room in the Boar's Lady N. I have given over, I will speak no more : Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide.

Head Tavern, in Eastcheap. Enter two Drawers, North. Alas, sweet wife, iny honour is at pawn;

1 Draw. What the devil hast thou brought there? And, but my going, nothing can redeem it. apple-Johns ? thou know'st, sir John cannot endure Lady P. 0, yet, for God's sake, go not to these an apple-John.: wars!

2 Draw. Mass, thou sayest true : The prince The time was, father, that you broke your word, once set a dish of apple-Johns before him, and told When you were more endcard to it than now; him, there were five more sir Johns: and, putting When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry, off his hat, said, I will now take my leave of these Threw many a northward look, to see his father sic dry, round, old, wither'd knights. It angered Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain. him to the heart; but he hath forgot that. Who then persuaded you to stay at home?

1 Draw. Why then, cover, and set them down: There were two honours lost; yours, and your son's. And see if thou canst find out Sneak’s noise;" misFor yours,—may heavenly glory brighten it! tress Tear-sheet would sain hear some music. De For his,-it stuck upon him, as the sun

spatch :--The room where they supped is too hot ; In the grey vault of heaven: and, by his light, they'll come in straight. . Did all the chivalry of England move

2 Drnu. Sirrah, here will be the prince, and To do brave acis; he was, indeed, the glass master Poins anon: and they will put on two of our (1) Sty. (2) Mi-betide.

(4) Sneak was a street minstrel: a noise of mu(3) An apple that will keep two years. sicians anciently signified a concert.

grant that.

jerkins, and aprons; and sir John must not know Fal. Dost thou hear, hostess ?of it: Bardolph hath brought word.

Host. Pray you, pacify yourself, sir John; there 1 Draw. By the mass, here will be old utis :' It comes no swaggerers here. will be an excellent stratagem.

Fal. Dost thou hear? it is mine ancient. 2 Draw. I'll see, if I can find out Sneak. (Exit. Host. Tilly-fally, sir John, never tell me; your Enter Hostess and Doll Tear-sheet. ancient swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was

before master Tisick, the deputy, the other day; Host. I'faith, sweet heart, methinks now you are and, as he said to me--it was no longer ago than in an excellent good temperality: your pulsidge Wednesday last, -Neighbour Quickly, says he ; beats as extraordinarily as heart would desire: and master Dumb, our minister, was by then ;-Neigh your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose : bour Quickly, says he, receive those that are ciril; But, i'faith, you have drunk too much canaries ; for, saith he, you are in an ill name ;—now he said and that's a marvellous searching wine, and it perso, I can tell whereupon ; for, says he, you are an fumes the blood ere one can say,–What's this ? honest woman, and well thought on; therefore lake How do you now?

heed what guests you receive : Receive, says he, Doll. Better than I was. Hem. Plost. Why, that's well said ; a good heart's here ;— sou would bless you to hear what he said:

no swaggering companions.--There comes none worth gold. “Look, here comes sir John.

-no, l'll no swaggerers. Enter Falstaff, singing.

Fal. He's no swaggerer, hostess; a tame cheater, Fal. When Arthur first in court. — Empty the he ; you may stroke him as gently as a puppy grey. jordan. And was a worthy king : [Exit Drawer.] hound: he will not swagger with a Barbary hen,

if her feathers turn back in any show of resistance. How now, mistress Doll ? Host. Sick of a calm: yea, good sooth.

-Call bim up, drawer. Fal. So is all her sect; an they be once in a

Host. Cheater, call you him? I will bar no calm, they are sick.

honest man my house, nor no cheater: But I do Doll. You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort not love swaggering; by my troth, I am the worse,

when one says-swagger: feel, masters, how i you give me? Fal. You make sat rascals, mistress Doll.

shake; look you, I warrant you. Doll. I make them! glutiony and diseases make

Doll. So you do, hostess. them; I make them not.

Host. Do 1? yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere Ful. if the cook help to make the gluttony, you an aspen leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers. help to make the diseases, Doll: we catch of you, Enter Pistol, Bardolph, and Page. Doll, we catch of you; grant that, my poor virtue,

Pist. 'Save you, sir John! Doll. Ay, marry; our chains, and our jewels. Fal. Welcome, ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I

Fal. Your brooches, pearls, and ouches ;for to charge you with a cup of sack: do you discharge serve bravely, is to come halting off, you know: To upon mine hostess. come off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and Pist. I will discharge upon her, sir John, with to surgery bravely; to venture upon the charged two bullets. chambers: bravely :

Fal. She is pistol-proof, sir ; you shall hardly Doll. Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang offend her. yourself!

Host. Come, I'll drink no proofs, nor no bullets : Host. By my troth, this is the old fashion ; you I'll drink no more than will do me good, for no two never meet, but you fall to some discord: you man's pleasure, I. are both, in good troth, as rheumatic as two dry Pist. Then to you, mistress Dorothy; I will toasts; you cannot one bear with another's confir- charge you. mities. What the good-year ! one must bear, and Dou. Charge me? I scorn you, scurvy compathat must be you: (To Doll.] you are the weaker nion... What! you poor, base, rascally, cheating, vessel, as they say, the emptier vessel.

lack-linen mate? Away, you mouldy rogue, away! Doll. Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge I am meat for your master. full hogshead ? there's a whole merchant's venture Pist. I know you, mistress Dorothy, of Bourdeaux stuff in him ; you have not seen a Doll. Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy hulk better stuffed in the hold.-Come, I'll be bung, away! by this wine, I'll thrust my knife in friends with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars; your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle and whether I shall ever see thee again, or no, with me. Away, you botile-ale rascal! you basketthere is nobody cares.

hilt stale juggler, you!-Since when, I pray you, Re-enter Drawer.

sir ?-What, with two points' on your shoulder ?

much! Draw. Sir, ancient* Pistols below, and would Pist. I will murder your ruff for this. speak with you.

Ful. No more, Pistol ; I would not have you go Doll. Hang him, swaggering rascal ! let him off here: discharge yourself

of our company, Pistol. not come hither : it is the foul-mouth'dst rogue in Host. No, good captain Pistol; not here, sweet England.

captain. Host. If he swagger, let him not come here: no, Doll. Captain ! thou abominable damned cheater, by my faith; I must live amongst my neighbours; art thou not ashamed to be called-captain? It I'll no swaggerers: I am in good name and fame captains were of my mind, they would truncheon with the very best :-Shut the door ;-there comes you out, for taking their names upon you before no swaggerers here: I have not lived all this while, you have earned them. You a captain, you slave! to have swaggering now:-Shut the door, I pray for what? for tearing a poor whore's ruff in a you,

bawdy-house?-He a captain ! Hang him, rogue ! (1) Merry doings. (2) Small pieces of ordnance. (6) Gamester. 13) Mrs. Quickly's blunder for goujere, i.e. pox. (7) Laces, marks of his commission, 14) Ensign. (5) A blustering, fighting fellow. (8) An expression of disdain.

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