Hast. The Duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland; Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth: But who is substituted 'gainst the French, Arch. Let us on, And publish the occasion of our arms. The commonwealth is sick of their own choice; 90 Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. broke, Before he was what thou wouldst have him be! They that, when Richard lived, would have him Are now become enamor'd on his grave: Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head 83. This is an anachronism. Prince John of Lancaster was not created a duke till the second year of the reign of his brother, King Henry V. At this time Prince Henry was actually duke of Lancaster. Shakespeare was misled by Stowe, who, speaking of the first parliament of King Henry IV, says, "His second sonne was there made duke of Lancaster."-H. N. H. 85-108. Omitted in Q.-I. G. When through proud London he came sighing on After the admired heels of Bolingbroke, Criest now 'O earth, yield us that king again, And take thou this!' O thoughts of men accursed! Past and to come seems best; things present, worst. Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on? Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone. 110 [Exeunt. ACT SECOND SCENE I London. A street. Enter Hostess, Fang and his Boy with her, and Snare following. Host. Master Fang, have you entered the action? Fang. It is entered. Host. Where's your yeoman? Is 't a lusty yeoman? will a' stand to 't? Fang. Sirrah, where 's Snare? Host. O Lord, aye! good Master Snare. Snare. Here, here. Fang. Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff. Host. Yea, good Master Snare; I have entered 10 him and all. Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives, for he will stab. Host. Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabbed me in mine own house, and that most beastly; in good faith, he cares not what mischief he does, if his weapon be out: he will foin like any devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child. Fang. If I can close with him, I care not for 20 his thrust. Host. No, nor I neither: I'll be at your elbow. Fang. An I but fist him once; an a' come but within my vice, Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's an infinitive thing upon my score. Good Master Fang, hold him sure: good Master Snare, let him not 'scape. A' comes continuantly to Pie-corner-saving your manhoods to buy a saddle; and he is indited 30 to dinner to the Lubber's-head in Lumbert street, to Master Smooth's the silkman: I pray ye, since my exion is entered and my case so openly known to the world, let him be brought in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long one for a poor lone woman to bear: and I have borne, and borne, and borne; and have been fubbed off, and fubbed off, and fubbed off, from this day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought 40 on. There is no honesty in such dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass and a beast, to bear every knave's wrong. Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your offices, do your offices: Master Fang and Master Snare, do me, do me, do me your offices. Enter Falstaff, Page, and Bardolph. 36, "long"; so in the old copies; which Theobald supposed to be a corruption of lone, or loan. Mr. Douce thinks the hostess means to say that "a hundred mark is a long" score, or reckoning, for her to bear.-H. N. H. Fal. How now! whose mare's dead? What's the matter? Fang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mistress Quickly. Fal. Away, varlets! Draw, Bardolph: cut me off the villain's head: throw the quean in the channel. 50 Host. Throw me in the channel! I'll throw Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph. Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two. Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and his men. Ch. Just. What is the matter? keep the peace 70 here, ho! Host. Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, stand to me. Ch. Just. How now, Sir John! what are you brawling here? 49. "whose mare's dead"; a proverbial phrase for "What has happened?”—C. H. H. 69. "catastrophe”; i. e. pars postrema.-C. H. H. |