take souldiers vp In Counties as you go Falstaffe Will you suppe with mee maister Gower Lord What foolish maister taught you these manners sir Iohn Falstaffe Maister Gower if they become me not hee was a foole that taught them mee this is the right fencing grace my Lord tap for tap and so part faire Lord Now the Lord lighten thee thou art a great foole Enter the Prince Poynes sir sâ—â—â— Russel with other Prince Before God I am exceeding weary Poynes I st come to that I had thought wearines durst not haue attacht one of so hie bloud Prince Faith it does me though it discolors the complexion of my greatnes to acknowledge it doth it not shew vildly in me to desire small beere Poynes Why a Prince should not be so loosely studied as to remember so weake a composition Prince Belike then my appetite was not princely gote for by my troth I do now remember the poor creature smal beere But indeed these humble considerations make me out of loue with my greatnesse What a disgrace is it to mee to remember thy name or to know thy face to morow or to take note how many paire of silke stockings thou hast with these and those that were thy peach colourd once or to beare the inuentorie of thy shirts as one for superfluitie and another for vse But that the Tennis court keeper knows better than I for it is a low eb of linnen with thee when thou keepest not racket there as thou hast not done a great while because the rest of the low Countries haue eate vp thy holland and God knows whether those that bal out the ruines of thy linnen shal inherite his kingdom but the Midwines say the children are not in the fault wherevpon the world increases and kinreds are mightily strengthened Poynes How ill it followes after you haue labored so hard you should talke so ydlely tell me how many good yong princes woulde doe so their fathers being so sicke as yours at this time is Prince Shall I tel thee one thing Poynes Poynes Yes faith and let it be an excellent good thing Prince It shall serue among wittes of no higher breeding then thine Poynes Go to I stand the push of your one thing that you will tell Prince Mary I tell thee it is not meete that I should bee sad now my father is sicke albeit I could tell to thee as to one it pleases me for fault of a better to call my friend I could be sad and sad indeede too Poynes Very hardly vpon such a subiect Prince By this hand thou thinkest me as farre in the diuels booke as thou and Falstaffe for obduracie and persistancie let the end trie the man but I tel thee my heart bleeds inwardly that my father is so sick and keeping such vile company as thou arte hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrowe Poynes The reason Prince What wouldst thou thinke of me if I should weep Poynes I woulde thincke thee a most princely hyprocrite Prince It would bee euery mans thought and thou arte a blessed felow to thinke as euery man thinkes neuer a mans thought in the world keepes the rode way better then thine euerie man would thinke me an hypocrite indeede and what accites your most worshipfull thought to thinke so Poynes Why because you haue been so lewd and so much engraffed to Falstaffe Prince And to thee Poyne By this light I am well spoke on I can heare it with mine owne â—ares the worst that 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 confesse I cannot helpe by the masse here comes Bardolâ—e Enter Bardolfe and boy Prince And the boy that I gaue Falstaffe a had him from me Christian and looke if the â—at villaine haue not transformd him Ape Bard. God saue your grace Prince And yours most noble Bardolfe Poynes Come you vertuous asse you bashfull foole must you be blushing wherefore blush you now what a maidenly man at armes are you become i st such a matter to get a pottle-pots maidenhead Boy A calls me enow my Lord through a red lattice and I could discerne no part of his face from the window at last I spied his eies and me thought he had made two holes in the ale wiues petâ—cote and so peept through Prince Has not the boy profited Bard. Away you horson vpright rabble away Boy Away you rascally Altheas dreame away Prince Instruct vs boy what dreame boy Boy Mary my lord Althear dreampt she was deliuered of a firebrand and therefore I call him her dreame Prince A crownes worth of good interpretation there t is boy Poines O that this blossome could be kept from cankers well there is sixpence to preserue thee Bard. And you do not make him hangd among you the gallowes shall haue wrong Prince And how doth thy master Bardolfe Bard. Well my Lord he heard of your graces comming to towne there 's a letter for you Poynes Deliuerd with good respect and how doth the martlemasse your master Bard. In bodily health sir. Poynes Mary the immortall part needes a phisitian but that moues not him though that be sicke it dies not Prince I do allow this Wen to be as familiar with me as my dogge and he holds his place for looke you how he writes Poynes Iohn Falstaffe Knight euery man must know that as oft as he has occasion to name himselfe euen like those that are kin to the King for they neuer pricke their finger but they saye there 's some of the Kings bloud spilt how comes that saies he that takes vppon him not to conceiue the answer is as ready as a borowed cap I am the Kings poore cosin sir. Prince Nay they will be kin to vs or they will fetch it from Iaphet but the letter Sir Iohn Falstaffe knight to the sonne of the king nearest his father Harry prince of Wales greeting Poynes Why this is a certificate Prince Peace I will imitate the honourable Romanes in breuitie Poynes He sure meanes breuity in breath short winded I commend mee to thee I commend thee and I leaue thee be not too familiar with Poynes for he misuses thy fauours so much that he sweares thou art to mary his sister Nel repent at idle times as thou maist and so farwel Thine by yea and no which is as much as to say as thou vsest him Iacke Falstaffe with my family Iohn with my brothers and sisters and sir Iohn with all Europe Poynes My Lord I le steep this letter in sacke and make him eate it Prince That 's to make him eate twenty of his words but do you vse me thus Ned must I marrie your sister Poynes God send the wench no worse fortune but I never said so Prince Wel thus we play the fooles with the time and the spirits of the wise sit in the clowdes and mocke vs is your master here
be to forsweare thinpotations and to addict themselues to sacke How now Bardolfe Enter Barâ—olfe Bar. The army is disâ—harged all and gone Fal. Let them goe I le through Glostershire and there will I visit M. Robert Shallow Esquire I haue him already tempring betweene my finger and my thumb and shortly will I seale with him come away Enter the King Warwike Kent Thomas duke of Clarence Humphrey of Gloucester King Now lords if God doth giue successefull end To this debate that bleedeth at our doores We will our youth leade on to higher fields And draw no swords but what are sanctified Our nauie is addrest our power collected Our substitutes in absence wel inuested And euery thing lies leuell to our wish Only we want a little personal strength And pawse vs til these rebels now afoote Come vnderneath the yoke of gouernment War Both which we doubt not but your maiesty Shal soone enioy King Humphrey my sonne of Gloster where is the prince your brother Glo. I thinke hee s gone to hunt my lord at Winsor King And how accompanied Glo. I do not know my lord King Is not his brother Thomas of Clarence with him Glo. No my good lord he is in presence here Clar. What would my lord and father Kin Nothing but well to thee Thomas of Clarence How chance thou art not with the prince thy brother He loues thee and thou dost neglect him Thomas Thou hast a better place in his affection Then all thy brothers cherrish it my boy And noble offices thou maist effect Of mediation after I am dead Betweene his greatnesse and thy other brethren Therefore omit him not blunt not his loue Nor loose the good aduantage of his grace By seeming cold or carelesse of his will For he is gracious if he be obseru'de He hath a teare for pittie and a hand Open as day for meeting charitie Yet notwithstanding being incenst he is flint As humorous as winter and as sodaine As flawes congealed in the spring of day His temper therefore must be well obseru'd Chide him for faults and do it reuerently When you perceiue his bloud inclind to mirth But being moody giue him time and scope Till that his passions like a whale on ground Confound themselues with working learne this Thomas And thou shalt proue a shâ—lter to thy friends A hoope of gold to binde thy brothers in That the vnited vessell of their bloud Mingled with venome of suggestion As force perforce the age will powre it in Shall neuer leake though it doe worke as strong As Aconitum or rash gunpowder Cla. I shall obserue him with all care and loue King Why art thou not at Winsore with him Thomas Tho. He iâ— not there to day he dines in London King And how accompanied Tho. With Poâ—nes and other his continuall followers King Most subiect is the fattest soyle to weeds And he the noble image of my youth Is ouerspread with them therefore my griefe Stretches it selfe beyond the howre of death The bloud weepes from my heart when I do shape In formes imaginary th'unguyded daies And rotten times that you shall looke vpon When I am sleeping with my auncestors For when his head-strong riot hath no curbe VVhen rage and hot bloud are his counsellors VVhen meanes and lauish manners meete together Oh with what wings shal his affections she Towards fronting peril and opposde decay War My gracious Lord you looke beyond him quite The prince but studies his companions Like a strange tongue wherein to gaine the language T is needfull that the most immodest word Be lookt vpon and learnt which once attaind Your highnesse knowes comes to no further vse But to be knowne and hated so like grosse termes The prince will in the perfectnesse of time Cast off his followers and their memory Shall as a pattern or a measure liue By which his grace must mete the liues of other Turning past-euils to aduantages King T is seldome when the bee doth leaue her comb In the dead carion whoâ—s here Westmerland Enter Westmerland West Health to my soueraigne and new happinesse Added to that that I am to deliuer Prince Iohn your sonne doth kisse your graces hand Mowbray the Bishop Scroope Pastings and al Are brought to the correction of your law There is not now a rebels sword vnsheathd But Peace puts forth her oliue euery where The manner how this action hath bin borne Here at more leisure may your highnesse reade With euery course in his particular King O Westmerland thou art a summer bird VVhich euer in the haunch of winter sings The lifting up of day looke here 's more newes enter Harcoâ— Harâ— From enemies heauens keep your maiesty And when they stand against you may they fall As those that I am come to tell you of The Earle Northumberland and the Lord Bardolfe With a great power of English and of Scots Are by the shrieue of Yorkshire ouerthrowne The manner and true order of the fight This packet please it you containes at large Ki. And wherfore should these good news make me sicke Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full But wet her faire words stil in foulest termes She either giues a stomach and no foode Such are the poore in health or else a feast And takes away the stomach such are the rich That haue aboundance and enioy it not I should reioyce now at this happy newes Aud now my sight failes and my braine is giddy O me come neare me now I am much ill Hum. Comfort your maiesty Clar. O my royall father West My soueraigne Lord cheere vp your selfe look vp War Be patient princes you do know these fits Are with his highnesse very ordinary Stand from him giue him ayre hee l straight be wel Clar. No no he cannot long hold out these pangs Thâ—incessant care and labour of his mind Hath wrought the Mure that should confine it in So thin that life lookes through Hum. The people feare me for they do obserue Vnfather'd heires and lothly births of nature The seasons change their manners as the yeere Had found some moneths a sleepe and leapt them ouer Clar. The riuer hath thrice flowed no ebbe between And the old folk Times doting chronicles Say it did so a little time before That our great grandsire Edward sickt and died War Speake lower princes for the King recouers Hum. This apoplexi wil certaine be his end King I pray you take me vp and beare me hence Into some other chamber Let there be no noyse made my gentle friends Vnlesse some dull and fauourable hand Will whisper musique to my weary spirite War Call for the musique in the other roome King Set me the crowne vpon my pillow here Clar. His eie is hollow and he changes much War Lesse noyse lesse noyse Enter Harry Prince Who saw the duke of Clarence Clar. I am here brother ful of heauinesse Prince How now raine within doores and none abroad How doth the King Hum. Exceeding ill Prince
Heard he the good newes yet tell it him Hum. He altred much vpon the hearing it Prince If he be sicke with ioy hee le recouer without phisicke War Not so much noyse my Lords sweete prince speake lowe the King your father is disposde to sleepe Cla. Let vs withdraw into the other roome War Wilt please your Grace to go along with vs Prince No I wil sit and watch heere by the King Why doth the Crowne he there vpon his pillow Being so troublesome a bedfellow O polisht perturbation golden care That keepst the ports of Slumber open wide To many a watchfull night sleepe with it now Yet not so sound and halfe so deeply sweete As he whose brow with homely biggen bound Snores out the watch of night O maiestie When thou dost pinch thy bearer thou dost sit Like a rich armour worne in heate of day That scaldst with safty by his gates of breath There lies a dowlny feather which stirs not Did he suspire that light and weightlesse dowlne Perforce must moue my gracious lord my father This sleepe is sound indeede this is a sleepe That from this golden Rigoll hath diuorst So many English Kings thy deaw from me Is teares and heauy sorowes of the blood Which nature loue and filiall tendernesse Shall O deare father pay thee plenteously My due from thee is this imperiall Crowne Which as immediate from thy place and blood Deriues it selfe to me loe where it sits Which God shal guard and put the worlds whole strength Into one giant arme it shal not force This lineal honor from me this from thee Will I to mine leaue as t is left to me exit Enter Warwicke Gloucester Clarence King Warwicke Gloucester Clarence Clar. Doth the King cal War What would your Maiestie King Why did you leaue me here alone my lords Cla. We left the prince my brother here my liege who vndertooke to sit and watch by you King The prince of Wales where is he let me see him he is not here War This doore is open he is gone this way Hum. He came not through the chamber where we staide King Where is the Crowne who took it from my pillow War When we withdrew my liege we left it here King The Prince hath tane it hence go seeke him out Is he so hastie that he doth suppose my sleepe my death Finde him my lord of Warwicke chide him hither This part of his conioynes with my disease And helps to end me see sonnes what things you are How quickly nature falls into reuolt When gold becomes her obiect For this the foolish ouer-carefull fathers Haue broke their sleepe with thoughts Their braines with care their bones with industry For this they haue ingrossed and pilld vp The cankred heapes of strange atcheeued gold For this they haue beene thoughtfull to inuest Their sonnes with arts and martiall exercises When like the bee toling from euery flower Our thigh packt with waxe our mouthes with hony We bring it to the hiue and like the bees Are murdred for our paines this bitter taste Yeelds his engrossements to the ending father Now where is he that will not stay so long Till his friend sicknesse hands determind me Enter Warwickâ— War My Lord I found the prince in the next roome Washing with kindly teares his gentle cheekes VVith such a deepe demeanour in great sorrow That tyranny which neuer quaft but bloud VVould by beholding him haue washt his knife VVith gentle eie-drops hee is comming hither Enter Harry King But wherefore did he take away the crowne Eâ—ewhere he comes come hither to me Harry Depart the chamber leaue vs here alone exeunt Harry I neuer thought to heare you speake againe King Thy wish was father Harry to that thought I stay too long by thee I weary thee Dost thou so hunger for mine emptie chaire That thou wilt needes inuest thee with my honors Before thy howre be ripe O foolish youth Thou seekst the greatnesse that will ouerwhelme thee Stay but a little for my clowd of dignity Is held from falling with so weake a wind That it will quickly drop my day is dim Thou hast stolne that which after some few houres VVere thine without offence and at my death Thou hast seald vp my expectation Thy life did manifest thou lou'dst me not And thou wilt haue me die assurde of it Thou hidst a thousand daggers in thy thoughts VVhom thou hast whetted on thy stony heart To stab at halfe an hower of my life VVhat canst thou not forbeare me halfe an hower Then get thee gone and digge my graue thy selfe And bid the mery bells ring to thine eare That thou art crowned not that I am dead Let all the teares that should bedew my hearse Be drops of Balme to sanctifie thy head Only compouud me with forgotten dust Giue that which gaue thee life vnto the wormes Plucke downe my officers breake my decrees For now a time is come to mocke at Forme Harry the fift is crownd vp vanitie Downe royall state all you sage counsailers hence And to the English Court assemble now From euery region apes of idlenesse Now neighbour confines purge you of your scumme Haue you a ruffin that will sweare drinke daunce Reuell the night rob murder and commit The oldest sinnes the newest kind of waies Be happy he will trouble you no more England shal double gild his trebble gilt England shall giue him office honour might For the fift Harry from curbd licence plucks The mussel of restraint and the wild dogge Shal flesh his tooth on euery innocent O my poore kingdome sicke with ciuill blowes VVhen that my care could not withhold thy riots VVhat wilt thou do when riot is thy care O thou wilt be a wildernesse againe Peopled with woolues thy old inhabitants Prince O pardon me my liege but for my teares The moist impediments vnto my speech I had forestald this deere and deep rebuke Ere you with griefe had spoke and I had heard The course of it so far there is your crowne And he that weares the crowne immortally Long gard it yours if I affect it more Then as your honour and as your renowne Let me no more from this obedience rise VVhich my most inward true and duteous spirit Teacheth this prostrate and exterior bending God witnesse with me When I here came in And found no course of breath within your maiesty How cold it strooke my heart if I do faine O let me in my present wildnesse die And neuer liue to shew th'incredulous world The noble change that I haue purposed Comming to looke on you thinking you dead And dead almost my liege to thinke you were I spake vnto this crowne as hauing fence And thus vpbraided it the care on thee depending Hath fed vpon the body of my father Therefore thou best of gold art worse then gold Other lesse fine in karrat more precious Preseruing life in medcine potable But thou most fine most honourd most renown'd Hast eate
in such dealing vnlesse a woman should be made an asse and a beast to beare euery knaues wrong yonder he comes and that arrant malmsie-nose knaue Bardolfe with him do your offices do your offices master PhaÌ„g master Snare do me do me do me your offices Enter sir Iohn and Bardolfe and the boy Falst. How now whose mare's dead what 's the matter Phang I arrest you at the sute of mistris quickly Falst. Away varlets draw Bardolfe cut me off the villaines head throw the queane in the channell Host. Throw me in the channell I le throw thee in the channel wilt thou wilt thou thou bastardly rogue murder murder a thou honisuckle villaine wilt thou kill Gods officers and the Kings a thou honiseed rogue thou art a honiseed a man queller and a woman queller Falst. Keepe them off Bardolfe Offic. A reskew a reskew Host. Good people bring a reskew or two thou wot wot thou thou wot wot ta do do thou rogue do thou hempseed Boy Away you scullian you rampallian you fustilarian I le tickle your catastrophe Enter Lord chiefe iustice and his men Lord What is the matter keepe the peace here ho. Hostesse Good my lord be good to me I beseech you stand to me Lord How now sir Iohn what are you brawling here Doth this become your place your time and businesse You should haue bin well on your way to Yorke Stand from him fellow wherefore hang'st thou vpon him Host. O my most worshipful Lord and 't please your grace I am a poore widdow of Eastâ—heape and he is arrested at my sute Lord For what summe Host. It is more then for some my Lord it is for al I haue he hath eaten me out of house and home he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his but I will haue some of it out againe or I wil ride thee a nights like the mare Falst. I think I am as like to ride the mare if I haue any vantage of ground to get vp Lord How comes this sir Iohn what man of good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation are you not ashamed to inforce a poore widdow to so rough a course to come by her owne Falst. What is the grosse summe that I owe thee Host. Mary if thou wert an honest man thy selfe and the mony too thou didst sweare to me vpon a parcell guilt goblet sitting in my dolphin chamber at the round table by a sea cole fire vpon wednesday in Wheeson weeke when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing man of Winsor thou didst sweare to me theÌ„ as I was washing thy wound to marry me and make me my lady thy wife canst thou deny 〈◊〉 did not goodwife Keech the butchers wife come in then and cal me gossip Quickly comming in to borow a messe of vinegar telling vs she had a good dish of prawnes whereby thou didst desire to eate some whereby I told thee they were ill for a greene wound and didst thou not when she was gone down stayers desire me to be no more so familiarity with such poore people saying that ere long they should cal me madam and didst thou not kisse me and bid me fetch thee thirtie shillings I put thee now to thy booke oath dome it if thon canst Falst. My lord this is a poore madeâ—oule and she saies vp and downe the towne that her eldest sonne is like you she hath bin in good case and the trueth is pouerty hath distracted her but for these foolish officers I beseech you I may haue redresse against them Lo. Sir Iohn sir Iohn I am wel acquainted with your maner of wrenching the true cause the false way it is not a confident brow nor the throng of words that come with such more then impudent sawcines from you can thrust me from a leuel conâ—ideration you haue as it appeares to me practisde vpon the easie yeelding spirite of this woman and made her serue your vses both in purse and in person Host. Yea in truth my Lord. Lo. Pray thee peace pay her the debt you owe her and vnpay the villany you haue done with her the one you may doe with sterling mony and the other with currant repentance Falst. My Lord I will not vndergoe this snepe without reply you cal honorable boldnes impudent sawcinesse if a man wil make curtsie and say nothing he is vertuous no my Lord my humble duty remembred I will not bee your sâ—â—er I say to you I do desire deliuerance from these officers being vpon hasty imployment in the Kings affayres Lord You speake as hauing power to do wrong but answer in th' effect of your reputation and satisfie the poore woman Falst. Come hither hostesse Lord Now master Gower what newes enter a messenger Gower The King my Lord and Harry prince of Wales Are neare at hand the rest the paper tells Falst. As I am a gentleman Host. Faith you said so before Falst. As I am a gentleman come no more words of it Host. By this heaunly ground I tread on I must be faine to pawne both my plate the tapestry of my dining chambers Falst. Glasses glasses is the onely drinking and for thy wals a pretty sleight drollery or the storie of the prodigal or the Iarman hunting in waterworke is worth a thousand of these bed-hangers and these flie bitten tapestrie let it be x. â— if thou canst come and t were not for thy humors there 's not a better wench in England goe wash thy face and draw the action come thou must not be in this humor with me dost not know me come come I know thou wast set on to this Host. Pray thee sir Iohn let it be but twentie nobles ifaith I am loath to pawne my pâ—â—te so God saue me law Falst. Let it alone I le make other shift you le be a foole stil. Host. Well you shall haue it though I pawne my gowne I hope you le come to supper you le pay me altogether Falst. Wil I liue goe with her with her hooke on hooke on exit hostesse and sergeant Host. Will you haue Doll Tere-sheet meete you at supper Falst. No more words le ts haue her Lord I haue heard better newes Falst. What 's the newes my lord Lord Where lay the King to night Mess. At Billingsgate my Lord. Falst. I hope my Lord al 's wel what is the newes my lord Lord Come all his forces backe Mess. No fifteen hundred foot fiue hundred horse Are marcht vp to my lord of Lancaster Against Northumberland and the Archbishop Falst. Comes the King back from Wales my noble lord Lord You shall haue letters of me presently Come go along with me good master Gower Falst. My lord Lord What 's the matter Falstaffe Maister Gower shall I intreate you with mee to dinner Gower I must waite vpon my good lord here I thank you good sir Iohn Lord Sir Iohn you loyter heere too long Being you are to
a church thou horson little tydee Bartholemew borepigge when wilt thou leaue sighting a daies and foyning a nights and begin to patch vp thine old body for heauen Enter Prince and Poynes Fal Peace good Doll do not speake like a deathes head do not bid me remember mine end Dol Sirra what humour 's the prince of Fal. A good shallow yong fellow a would haue made a good pantler a would a chipt bread wel Dol They say Poineâ— has a good wit Fal. He a good wit hang him baboon his wit 's as thicke as Tewksbury mustard there 's no more conceit in him then is in a mallet Dol Why does the prince loue him so then Fal. Because their legges are both of a bignesse and a plaies at quoites well and eates cunger and fennel and drinkes off candles endes for slappe-dragons and rides the wilde mare with the boyes and iumpes vpon ioynd-stooles and sweares with a good grace and weares his bootes very smoothe like vnto the signe of the Legge and breedes no bate with telling of discreet stories and such other gambole faculties a has that show a weake minde and an able bodie for the which the prince admits him for the prince himself is such another the weight of a haire wil turne scales between their haber de poiz Prince Would not this naue of a wheele haue his eares cut off Poynes Le ts beate him before his whore Prince Looke where the witherd elder hath not his poule clawd like a parrot Poynes Is it not strange that desire should so many yeeres out liue performance Falst Kisse me Doll Prince Saturne and Venus this yeere in coniunction what saies th'Almanacke to that Poyns And look whether the fierie Trigon his man be not lisping to his master old tables his note booke his counsel keeper Falst. Thou dost giue me â—lattering busses Dol By my troth I kisse thee with a most constant heart Falst. I am old I am old Dol. I loue thee better then I loue ere a scuruy yong boy of them all Fal. What stuffe wilt haue a kirtle of I shall receiue mony a thursday shalt haue a cap to morrow a merry song come it growes late wee le to bed thouâ—t forget me when I am gone Dol By my troth thou 't set me a weeping and thou saist so proue that euer I dresse my selfe handsome til thy returne wel hearken a th end Fal. Some sacke Francis Prince Poynes Anon anon sir. Falst. Ha a bastard sonne of the Kings and arte not thou Poynes his brother Prince Why thou globe of sinfull continents what a life dost thou leade Falst. A better then thou I am a gentleman thou art a drawer Prince Very true sir and I come to drawe you out by the eares Host. O the Lord preserue thy grace by my troth welcom to London now the Lord blesse that sweete face of thine O Iesu are you come from Wales Falst. Thou horson madde compound of maiestie by this light flesh and corrupt bloud thou art welcome Doll How you fat foole I scorne you Poynes My lorde he will driue you out of your reuenge and turne all to a meriment if you take not the heate Prince You horson candlemine you how vildly did you speake of me now before this honest vertuous ciuill gentlewoman Host. Gods blessing of your good heart and so she is by my troth Falst. Didst thou heare me Prince Yea and you knew me as you did when you ranne away by Gadshil you knew I was at your backe and spoke it on purpose to trie my patience Falst. No no no not so I did not thinke thou wast within hearing Prince I shall driue you then to confesse the wilfull abuse and then I know how to handle you Falst. No abuse Hall a mine honour no abuse Prince Not to dispraise me and cal me pantler and bread-chipper and I know not what Fal. No abuse Hall Poynes No abuse Falst No abuse Ned i' th worlde honest Ned none I dispraisde him before the wicked that the wicked might not fall in loue with thee in which doing I haue done the part of a carefull fâ—iend and a true subiect and thy father is to giue me thankes for it no abuse Hall none Ned none no faith boyes none Prince See now whether pure feare and intire cowardize doth not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to close with vs is she of the wicked is thine hostesse here of the wicked or is thy boy of the wicked or honest Bardolfe whose zeal burnes in his nose of the wicked Poynes Answer thou dead elme answer Falst. The fiend hath prickt down Bardolfe irrecouerable and his face is Lucifers priuy kitchin where he doth nothing but rost mault-worms for the boy there is a good angel about him but the diuel blinds him too Prince For the weomen Falst. For one of them shee s in hell already and burnes poore soules for th' other I owe her mony and whether she be damnd for that I know not Host. No I warrant you Falst. No I thinke thou art not I thinke thou art quit for that mary there is another inditement vpon thee for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house contrary to the law for the which I thinke thou wilt howle Host. Al vitlars do so what 's a ioynt of mutton or twoo in a whole Lent Prince You gentlewoman Dol What saies your grace Fal. His grace saies that which his flesh rebels against Peyto knockes at doore Host. Who knockes so lowd at doore looke too'th doore there Francis Prince Peyto how now what newes Peyto The King your father is at Westminster And there are twenty weake and wearied postes Come from the North and as I came along I met and ouertooke a dozen captaines Bareheaded sweating knocking at the Tauernes And asking euery one for sir Iohn Falstaffe Prince By heauen Poines I feele me much too blame So idely to prophane the precious time When tempest of commotion like the south Borne with blacke vapour doth begin to melt And drop vpon our bare vnarmed heads Giue me my sword and cloke Falstaffe good night exeunt Prince and Poynes Fal. Now coms in the sweetest morsell of the night we must hence and leaue it vnpickt more knocking at the doore how now what 's the matter Bar. You must away to court sir presently A dozen captaines stay at doore for you Fal. Pay the musitions sirra farewel hostesse farewel Dol you see my good wenches how men of merrite are sought after the vndeseruer may sleepe when the man of action is cald on farewell good wenches if I be not sent away poste I will see you againe ere I goe Doll I cannot speake if my hart be not ready to burst wel sweete Iacke haue a care of thy selfe Fal. Farewell farewell Host. Wel fare thee wel I haue knowne thee these twentie nine yeeres come pease-cod time but an honester and truer hearted man wel fare thee wel Bard. Mistris Tere-sheete Host.
keepe prince Harry in continuall laughter the wearing out of sixe fashions which is foure termes or two actions and a shal laugh without interuallums O it is much that a lie with a slight oathe and a iest with a sad browe will doe with a fellow that neuer had the ach in his shoulders O you shall see him laugh til his face be like a wet cloake ill laide vp Shal. Sir Iohn Falst. I come maister Shallow I come master Shallow Enter Warwike duke Humphrey L. chiefe Iustice Thomas Clarence Prince Iohn Westmerland War How now my lord chiefe Iustice whither away Iust. How doth the King War Exceeding well his cares are now all ended Iust. I hope not dead War Hee s walkt the way of nature And to our purposes he liues no more Iust. I would his Maiestie had calld me with him The seruice that I truely did his life Hath left me open to all iniuries War Indeede I thinke the yong King loues you not Iust. I know he doth not and do arme my selfe To welcome the condition of the time Which cannot looke more hideously vpon me Than I haue drawne it in my fantasie Enter Iohn Thomas and Humphrey War Heere come the heauy issue of dead Harry O that the liuing Harry had the temper Of he the worst of these three gentlemen How many Nobles then should holde their places That must strike saile to spirites of vile sort Iust. O God I feare all will be ouer-turnd Iohn Good morrow coosin Warwicke good morrow Prin. ambo Good morrow coosin Iohn We meete like men that had forgot to speake War We do remember but our argument Is all too heauy to admit much talke Iohn Well peace be with him that hath made vs heauy Iust. Peace be with vs lest we be heauier Humph. O good my lord you haue lost a friend indeede And I dare sweare you borrow not that face Of seeming sorrow it is sure your owne Iohn Though no man be assurde what grace to finde You stand in coldest expectation I am the forier would t were otherwise Cla. Well you must now speake sir Iohn Falstaffe faire Which swimmes against your streame of quallitie Iust. Sweet princes what I did I did in honor Led by thâ—impartiall conduct of my soule And neuer shall you see that I will begge A ragged and forestald remission If truth and vpright innocencie faile me I le to the King my maister that is dead And tell him who hath sent me after him Enter the Prince and Bluâ—t War Here comes the Prince Iust. Good morrow and God saue your maiestie Prince This new and gorgeous garment Maiesty Sits not so easie on me as you thinke Brothers you mixt your sadnesse with some feare This is the English not the Turkish court Not Amurath an Amurath succeedes But Harry Harry yet be sad good brothers For by my faith it very well becomes you Sorrow so royally in you appeares That I will deeply put the fashion on And weare it in my heart why then be sad But entertaine no more of it good brothers Then a ioynt burden layd vpon vs all For me by heauen I bid you be assurde I le be your father and your brother too Let me but beare your loue I le beare your cares Yet weepe that Harries dead and so will I But Harry liues that shal conuert those teares By number into howres of happinesâ—e Bro. We hope no otherwise from your maiesty Prince You al looke strangely on me and you most You are I thinke assurde I loue you not Iust. I am assurde if I be measurde rightly Your maiesty hath no iust cause to hate me Prince No how might a prince of my great hopes forget So great indignities you laid vpon me What rate rebuke and roughly send to prison Th immediate heire of England was this easie May this be washt in lethy and forgotten Iust. I then did vse the person of your father The image of his power lay then in me And in th'administration of his law Whiles I was busie for the common wealth Your Highnesse pleased to forget my place The maiestie and power of law and iustice The image of the King whom I presented And strooke me in my very seate of iudgement Whereon as an offendor to your father I gaue bold way to my authority And did commit you if the deed were ill Be you contented wearing now the garland To haue a sonne set your decrees at naught To plucke downe Iustice from your awful bench To trip the course of law and blunt the sword That guards the peace and safeue of your person Nay more to spurne at your most royall image And mocke your workings in a second body Question your royall thoughts make the case yours Be now the father and propose a sonne Heare your owne dignity so much prophan'd See your most dreadfull lawes so loosely slighted Behold your selfe so by a sonne disdained And then imagine me taking your part And in your power soft silencing your sonne After this cold considerance sentence me And as you are a King speake in your state What I haue done that misbecame my place My person or my lieges soueraigntie Prince You are right Iustice and you weigh this well Therefore still beare the Ballance and the Sword And I do wish your honors may encrease Til you do liue to see a sonne of mine Offend you and obey you as I did So shall I liue to speake my fathers words Happie am I that haue a man so bold That dares do iustice on my proper sonne And not lesse happie hauing such a sonne That would deliuer vp his greatnesse so Into the hands of Iustice you did commit me For which I do commit into your hand Th'vnstained sword that you haue vsde to beare With this remembrance that you vse the same With the like bold iust and impartial spirit As you haue done gainst me there is my hand You shall be as a father to my youth My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine eare And I wil stoope and humble my intents To your well practizde wise directions And princes all beleeue me I beseech you My father is gone wild into his graue For in his toomb lie my affections And with his spirites sadly I suruiue To mocke the expectation of the world To frustrate prophecies and to race out Rotten opinion who hath writ me downe After my seeming the tide of bloud in me Hath prowdely slowd in vanitie till now Now doth it turne and ebbe backe to the sea Where it shall mingle with the state of flouds And flow henceforth in formall maiestie Now call we our high court of parliament And let vs chuse such limbs of noble counsaile That the great bodie of our state may goe In equall ranke with the best gouernd Nation That warre or peace or both at once may be As things acquâ—inted and familiar to vs In which you father shall haue formost hand Our coronation done we wil accite