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
THE Second part of Henrie the fourth continuing to his death and coronation of Henrie the fift With the humours of sir Iohn Falstaffe and swaggering Pistoll As it hath been sundrie times publikely acted by the right honourable the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants Written by William Shakespeare LONDON Printed by V. S. for Andrew Wise and William Aspley 1600. The second part of Henry the fourth continuing to his death and coronation of Henry the fift Enter Rumour painted full of Tongues OPen your eares for which of you wi'l stop The vent of hearing when lowd Rumor speaks I from the Orient to the drooping West Making the wind my poste-horse still vnfold The acts commenced on this ball of earth Vpon my tongues continuall slanders ride The which in euery language I pronounce Stuffing the eares of men with false reports I speake of peace while couert enmity â—nder the smile of safety woundes the world And who but Rumor who but onely I Make fearefull musters and prepar'd defence Whiles the bigge yeare swolne with some other griefe Is thought with child by the sterne tyrant Warre And no such matter Rumour is a pipe Blowne by surmizes Ieolousies coniectures And of so easie and so plaine a stop That the blunt monster with vncounted heads The still discordant wau'ring multitude Can play vpon it But what need I thus My wel knowne body to anothomize Among my houshold why is Rumor here I runne before King Harries victorie Who in a bloudy field by Shrewsbury Hath beaten downe yong Hot-spurre and his troopes Quenching the flame of bold rebellion Euen with the rebels bloud Put what meane I To speake so true at first my office is To noyse abroad that Harry Monmouth fell Vnder the wrath of noble Hot-spurs sword And that the King before the Douglas rage Stoopâ— his annointed head as low as death This haue I rumour'd through the peasant townes Betweene that royall field of Shrewsbury And this worme-eaten hole of ragged stone When Hot-spurs father old Northumberland Lies crafty sicke the postes come trying on And not a man of them brings other newes Than they haue learnt of me from Rumors tongues They bring smooth comforts false worse then true wrongs exit Rumours Enter the Lord Bardolfe at one doore Bard. Who keepes the gate here ho where is the Earle Porter What shall I say you are Bard. Tell thou the Earle That the Lord Bardolfe doth attend him heere Porter His Lordship is walkt forth into the orchard Please it your honor knocke but at the gate And he himselfe will answer Enter the Earle Northumberland Bard. Here comes the Earle Earle What newes Lord Bardolfe euery minute now Should be the father of some Stratagem The times are wild contention like a horse Full of high feeding madly hath broke loofe And beares downe all before him Bard. Noble Earle I bring you certaine newes from Shrewsbury Earle Good and God will Bard. As good as heart can wish The King is almost wounded to the death And in the fortune of my Lord your sonne Prince Harry slaine outright and both the Blunts Kild by the hand of Dowglas yong prince Iohn And Westmerland and Stafford fled the field And Harry Monmouthes brawne the hulke sir Iohn Is prisoner to your sonne O such a day So fought so followed and so fairely wonne Came not till now to dignifie the times Since Caesars fortunes Earle How is this deriu'd Saw you the field came you from Shrewsbury Bar. I spake with one my lord that came from thence enter Trauers A gentleman well bred and of good name That freely rendred me these newes for true Earle Here comes my seruant Trauers who I sent On tuesday last to listen after newes Bar. My lord I ouer-rode him on the way And he is furnisht with no certainties More then he haply may retale from me Earle Now Traâ—ers what good tidings comes with youâ— Trauers My lord sir Iohn Vmfreuile turnd me backe With ioyfull tidings and being better horst Out rode me after him came spurring hard A gentleman almost forespent with speede That stopt by me to breathe his bloudied horse He askt the way to Chester and of him I did demand what newes from Shrewsbury He told me that rebellion had bad lucke And that yong Harrie Percies spur was cold With that he gaue his able horse the head And bending forward strooke his armed heeles Against the panting sides of his poore iade Vp to the rowell head and starting so He seem'd in running to deuoure the way Staying no longer question Earle Haâ— againe Said he yong Harry Percies spur was cold Of Hot-spurre Cold-spurre that rebellion Had met ill lucke Bard. My lord I le tell you what If my yong Lord your sonne haue not the day Vpon mine honor for a silken point I le giue my Barony neuer talke of it Earle Why should that gentleman that rode by Trauers Giue then such instances of losse Bard. Who he He was some hilding fellow that had stolne The horse he rode on and vpon my life Spoke at a venter Looke here comes more news enter Morton Earle Yea this mans brow like to a title leafe Foretells the nature of a tragicke volume So lookes the strond whereon the imperious floud Hath left a witnest vsurpation Say Mourton didst thou come from Shrewsbury Mour. I ranne from Shrewsbury my noble lord Where hatefull death put on his vgliest maske To fright our partie Earle How doth my sonne and brother Thou tremblest and the whitenes in thy cheeke Is apter then thy tongue to tell thy arrand Euen such a man so faint so spirritlesse So dull so dead in looke so woe begon Drew Priams curtaine in the dead of night And would haue told him halfe his Troy was burnt But Priam found the fier ere he his tongue And I my Percies death ere thou reportst it This thou wouldst say Your son did thus and thus Your brother thus so fought the noble Dowglas Stopping my greedy eare with their bold deedes But in the end tâ— stop my eare indeed Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise Ending with brother sonne and all are dead Mour. Douglas is liuing and your brother yet But for my Lord your sonne Earle Why he is dead See what a ready tongue Suspition hath He that but feares the thing hee would not know Hath by instinct knowledge from others eies That what he feard is chanced yet speake Mourton Tell thou an Earle his diuination lies And I will take it as a sweete disgrace And make thee rich for doing me such wrong Mour. You are too great to be by me gainsaid Your spirite is too true your feares too certaine Earle Yet for all this say not that Percie 's dead I see a strange confession in thine eie Thou shakst thy head and holdst it feare or sinne To speake a truth if he be slaine The tongne offends not that reports his death And he doth sinne that doth belie the dead Not he
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.
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
thy bearer vp thus my most royall liege Accusing it I put it on my head To trie with it as with an enemy That had before my face murdered my father The quarrell of a true inheritour But if it did infect my bloud with ioy Or swell my thoughts to any straine of pride If any rebel or vaine spirit of mine Did with the least affection of a welcome Giue entertainement to the might of it Let God for euer keep it from my head And make me as the poorest vassaile is That doth with aw and terror kneele to it King God put in thy mind to take it hence That thou mightst win the more thy fathers loue Pleading so wisely in excuse of it Come hither Harry sit thou by my bed And heare I thinke the very latest counsaile That euer I shal breathe God knowes my sonne By what by-paths and indirect crookt waies I met this crowne and I my selfe know well How troublesome it sate vpon my head To thee it shall descend with better quiet Better opinion better confirmation For al the soyle of the atchieuement goes With me into the earth it seemd in me But as an honor snatcht with boistrous hand And I had many liuing to vpbraide My gaine of it by their assistances Which daily grew to quarrell and to bloudshed Wounding supposed peace all these bold feares Thou seest with perill I haue answerd For all my raigne hath beene but as a Scene Acting that argument and now my death Changes the mood for what in me was purchast Fals vpon thee in a more fairer sort So thou the garland wearst successiuely Yet though thou standst more sure then I could do Thou art not firme enough since griefes are greene And all thy friends which thou must make thy friends Haue but their stings and teeth newly tane out By whose fell working I was first aduaunst And by whose power I well might lodge a feare To be againe displacde which to auoyde I cut them off and had a purpose now To leade out manie to the Holy Land Lest rest and lying stil might make them looke Too neare vnto my state therefore my Harry Be it thy course to busie giddie mindes With forraine quarrells that action hence borne out May waste the memory of the former dayes More would I but my lungs are wasted so That strength of speech is vtterly denied me How I came by the crowne O God forgiue And grant it may with thee in true peace liue Prince You won it wore it kept it gaue it me Then plaine and right must my possession be Which I with more then with a common paine Gainst all the world will rightfully maintaine enter Lancaster King Looke looke here comes my Iohn of Lancaster Lanc. Health peace and happinesse to my royall father King Thou bringst me happinesse and peace sonne Iohn But health alacke with youthfull wings is flowne From this bare witherd truâ—ke vpon thy sight My worldly busines makes a period Where is my lord of Warwicke Prince My Lord of Warwicke King Doth any name perticular belong Vnto the lodging where I first did swound War T is cald Ierusalem my noble Lord. King Laud be to God euen there my life must end It hath bin prophecide to me many yeares I should not die but in Ierusalem Which vainely I supposde the Holy Land But beare me to that chamber there I le lie Enter Shallow In that Ierusalem shall Harry die 〈◊〉 Falstaffe and Bardolfe Shal. By cock and pie sir you shal not away to night what Dauy I say Falst. You must excuse me master Robert Shallow Shal. I will not excuse you you shall not be excusde excuses shall not be admitted there is no excuse shall serue you shall not be excusde why Dauy. Dauy Here sir. Shal. Dauy Dauy Dauy Dauy let me see Dauy let me see Dauy let me see yea mary VVilliam Cooke bid him come hither sir Iohn you shal not be excused Dauy Mary sir thus those precepts can not be serued and againe sir shal we sow the hade land with wheate Shal. VVith red wheat Dauy but for VVilliam Cooke are there no yong pigeons Dauy Yes sir here is now the Smiths note for shooing and plow-yrons Shal. Let it be cast and payed sir Iohn you shal not be excused Dauy Now sir a new lincke to the bucket must needes be had and sir do you meane to stop any of VVilliams wages about the sacke he lost at Hunkly Faire Shal. A shall answer it some pigeons Dauy a couple of short legg'd hens a ioynt of mutton and any pretty little tinie Kick-shawes tell william Cooke Dauy Doth the man of warre stay all night sir Shal. Yea Dauy I will vse him well a friend i' th court is better then a penie in purse vse his men wel Dauy for they are arrant knaues and will backbite Dauy No worse then they are back-bitten sir for they haue maruailes foule linnen Shal. VVell conceited Dauy about thy businesse Dauy. Dauy I beseech you sir to countenance VVilliam Visor of Woncote against Clement Perkes a' th hill Sha. There is many complaints Dauy against that Visor that Visor is an arrant knaue on my knowledge Dauy I graunt your worship that he is a knaue sir but yet God forbid sir but a knaue should haue some countenance at his friends request an honest man sir is able to speake for himselfe when a knaue is not I haue serude your worship truly sir this eight yeares and I cannot once or twice in a quarter beare out a knaue against an honest man I haue litle credit with your worship the knaue is mine honest friend sir therfore I beseech you let him be countenaunst Shal. Go to I say â—e shal haue no wrong look about Dauy where are you sir Ioâ—n come come come off with your boots giue me your hand master Bardolfe Bard. I am glad to see your worship Shal I thank thee with my heart kind master Bardolfe and welcome my tall fellow come sir Iohn Falst. I le follow you good maister Robert Shallow Bardolfe looke to our horses if I were sawed into quantities I should make foure dozen of such berded hermites staues as maister Shallow it is a wonderfull thing to see the semblable coherence of his mens spirits and his they by obseruing him do beare themselues like foolish Iustices hee by conuersing with them is turned into a lustice-like seruingman their spirits are so married in coniunction with the participation of society that they flocke together in consent like so many wild-geese If I had a suite to master Shallow I would humour his men with the imputation of beeing neere their maister if to his men I would curry with maister Shallow that no man could better commaund his seruants It is certaine that eyther wise bearing or ignorant cariage is caught as men take diseases one of another therefore let men take heede of their company I will deuise matter enough out of this Shallow to
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
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
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
As I before remembred all our state And God consigning to my good intents No prince nor peere shall haue iust cause to say God shorten Harries happy life one day exit Enter sir Iohn Shallow Scilens Dauy Bardolfe page Shal. Nay you shall see my orchard where in an arbour we will eate a last yeeres pippen of mine owne graffing with a dish of carrawaies and so forth come coosin Scilens and then to bed Falst. Fore God you haue here goodly dwelling and rich Shal. Barraine barraine barraine beggars all beggars all sir Iohn mary good ayre spread Dauy spread Dauy well saide Dauy. Fal. This Dauy serues you for good vses hee is your seruing-man and your husband Shal. A good varlet a good varlet a very good varlet sir Iohn by the mas I haue drunke too much sacke at supper a good varlet now sit downe now sit downe come cosin Scilens A sirra quoth a we shall do nothing but eate and make good cheere and praise God for the merry yeere when â—lesh is cheape and females dear and lusty laddes roame here and there so merely and euer among so merily sir Iohn There 's a merry heart good M. Silens I le giue you a health for that anon Shal. Giue master Bardolfe some wine Dauy. Dauy Sweet sir sit I le be with you anon most sweet sir sit master Page good master Page sit proface what you want in meate wee le haue in drink but you must beare the heart's al. Shal. Be mery master Bardolfe and my litle souldier there be merry Scilens Be merry be mery my wife has all for women are shrowes both short and tall t is merry in hal when beards wags all and welcome mery shrouetide be mery be mery Falst. I did not thinke master Scilens had bin a man of this mettall Scilens Who I I haue beene mery twice and once ere now Enter Dauy. Dauy There 's a dish of Lether-coates for you Shal. Dauy Dauy Your worship I le be with you straight a cup of wine sir. Scilens A cup of wine that 's briske and fine and drinke vnto the leman mine and a mery heart liuâ—â— long a. Falst. Well said master Scilens Scilens And we shall be mery now comes in the sweete a' th night Falst Health and long life to you master Scilens Scilens Fill the cuppe and let it come I le pledge you a mile too th bottome Shal. Honest Bardolfe welcome if thou wantst any thing and wilt not call be shrew thy heart welcome my little tiny theefe and welcome indeede too I le drink to master Bardolfe and to all the cabileros about London Dauy I hope to see London once ere I die Bar. And I might see you there Dauy Shal. By the mas you le crack a quarte together ha will you not master Bardolfe Bar. Yea sir in a pottle pot Sha. By Gods liggens I thanke thee the knaue will sticke by thee I can assure thee that a wil not out a t is true bred Bar. And I le stick by him sir. One knockes at doore Sha. Why there spoke a King lacke nothing be mery looke who 's at doore there ho who knockes Falst. Why now you haue done me right Sâ—lens Do me right and dub me Knight samingoâ—ist not so Falst. T is so Silens I st so why then say an olde man can do somewhat Dauy And t please your worship there 's one Pistoll come from the court with newes enter Pistol Falst. From the Court let him come in how now Pistol Pistol Sir Iohn God saue you Falst. What wind blew you hither Pistol Pistol Not the ill winde which blowes no man to good sweete Knight thou art now one of the greatest men in this Realme Silens Birlady I think a bâ— but goodman Puffe of Barson Pisto Puffe Puffe ith thy teeth most recreant coward base sir Iohn I am thy Pistol and thy frend and helter skelter haue I rode to thee and tidings do I bring and luckie ioyes and golden times and happy news of price Iohn I pray thee now deliuer them like a man of this world Pistol A footre for the world and worldlings base I speake of Affrica and golden ioyes Iohn O base Assirian Knight what is thy newes let King Couetua know the truth thereof Scilens And Robin Hood Scarlet and Iohn Pistol Shal dunghill curs confront the Helicons and shall good newes be baffled then Pistoll lay thy head in Furies lap Shal. Honest gentleman I know not your breeding Pistol Why then lament therefore Shal. Giue me pardon sir if sir you come with newes from the court I take it there 's but two waies either to vtter them or conceale them I am sir vnder the King in some authoritie Pistol Vnder which King Besonian speake or die Shal. Vnder King Harry Pistol Harry the fourth or fift Shal. Harry the fourth Pist A fowtre for thine office sir Iohn thy tender lambkin now is King Harry the fifts the man I speake the truth when Pistol lies do this and fig me like the bragging spaniard Falst. What is the old King dead Pistol As nayle in doore the things I speake are iust Fal. Away Bardolfe saddle my horse M. Robert Shallow choose what office thou wilt in the land t is thine Pistol I will double charge thee with dignities Bard. O ioyful day I would not take a Knight for my fortune Pistol What I do bring good newes Falst. Carry master Scilens to bed master Shallow my lord Shalow be what thou wilt I am fortunes steward get on thy boots wee l ride al night ô sweet Pistol away Bardolf com Pistol vtter more to me and withall deuise something to doe thy selfe good boote boote master Shallow I know the yong King is sicke for me let vs take any mans horses the lawes of England are at my commandement blessed are they that haue bin my friends and woe to my Lord chiefe Iustice. Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also where is the life that late I led say they why here it is welcome these plesant dayes exit Enter Sincklo and three or foure officers Host. No thou arrant knaue I would to God that I might die that I might haue thee hangd thou hast drawn my shoulder out of ioynt Sincklo The Constables haue deliuered her ouer to mee and shee shal haue whipping cheere I warrant her there hath beene a man or two kild about her Whoore Nut-hooke Nut-hooke you lie come on I le tell thee what thou damnd tripe visagde rascall and the child I go with do miscarry thou wert better thou hadst strook thy mother thou paper-facde villaine Host. O the Lord that sir Iohn were come I would make this a bloody day to some body but I pray God the fruite of her wombe miscarry Sincklo If it doe you shall haue a dozzen of cushions againe you haue but eleuen nowe come I charge you both goe with mee for the man is dead that you and Pistoll