not good-wife Keech the butcher's wife come in then, and call me goffip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us fhe had a good difh of prawns ; whereby thou did defire to eat fome; whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound? and didft nor thou, when she was gone down ftairs, defire me to be no more fo familiarity with fuch poor people, faying that ere long they fhould call me Madam? and didit thou not kifs me, and bid me fetch thee thirty fhillings? put thee now to thy book-oath, deny it if thou can't. Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad foul; and the fays up and down the town, that her eldest fon is like you. She hath been in good cafe, and the truth is, poverty hath distracted her; but for these foolish officers, I befeech you I may have redress against them.

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Ch. Juft. Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true caufe the false way. It is not a confident brow, nor the throng of Words that come with fuch more than impudent fawcinefs from you, can thruft me from a level confideration. I know you have practis'd upon the eafie-yielding fpirit of this womän:.

Hoft. Yes in troth, my lord.

Ch. Juft. Pr'ythee, peace; pay her the debt you owe her, and unpay the villany you have done her; the one you may do with fterling mony, and the other with currant repentance.

Fal. My lord. I will not undergo this †fneap without reply. You call honourable boldness impudent sawcis nefs: If a man will court'fie and fay nothing, he is virtuous. No, my lord, my humble duty remember'd, I will not be your futor: I fay to you, I defire deliverance from thefe officers, being upon hafty employment in the King's affairs.

Ch. Juft. You fpeak, as having power to do wrong: but answer in the effect your reputation, and satisfie the poor woman.

Fal. Come hither, hoftefs.

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† fheap, a yorkshire word for rebuke.

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SCENE III

Enter Mr. Gower.

Ch. Juft. Mafter Gower, what news?

Gower. The King, my lord, and Henry Prince of Wales

Are near at hand: the reft the paper tells.

it.

Fal. As I am a gentleman

Hoft. Nay, you faid fo before.

Fal. As I am a gentleman, come, no more words of

Hoft. By this heav'nly ground I tread on, I must be fain to pawn both my plate, and the tapestry of my dining chambers.

Fal. Glaffes, glaffes, is the only drinking; and for thy walls, a pretty flight drollery, or the ftory of the prodigal, or the German hunting in water work, is worth a thousand of thefe bed-hangings, and thefe fly-bitten tapestries let it be ten pound, if thou canft. Come, if it were not for thy humours, there is not a better wench in England. Go, wafh thy face, and draw thy action: come, thou must not be in this humour with me; come, I know thou waft fet on to this.

Hoft. Pr'ythee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles, I am loth to pawn my plate, in good earnest la.

Fal. Let it alone, I'll make other shift; you'll be a fool ftill.

Hoft. Well, you fhall have it, though I pawn my gown. I hope you'll come to fupper; you'll pay me all together?

Fal. Will I live? go with her, with her; hook on, hook on.

Hoft. Will you have Doll Tear-Sheet meet you at fupper?

Fal. No more words. Let's have her. [Exeunt Hoft. and Serjeant.`

Ch. Juft.

Ch. Just. I have heard better news.
Fal. What's the news, my good lord?
Ch. Juft. Where lay the King last night?
Gower. At Balingstoke, my lord.

Fal. I hope, my lord, all's well. my lord?

Ch. Juft. Come all his forces back?

What is the news,

Gower. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse,

Are march'd up to my lord of Lancafler,

Against Northumberland and the Arch-bishop.

Fal. Comes the King back from Wales, my noble lord?

Ch. Juft. You shall have letters of me presently.
Come, go along with me, good Mr. Gower.
Fal. My lord.

Ch. Juft. What's the matter?

Fal. Mafter Gower, fhall I entreat you with me to dinner?

Gower. I must wait upon my good lord here,

I thank you, good Sir John.

Ch. Juft. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to take foldiers up in the countreys as you go.

Fal. Will you fup with me, mafter Gower?

Ch. Juft. What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John?

Fal. Mafter Gower, if they become me not, he was ak fool that taught them me. This is the right fencing grace, my lord, tap for tap, and fo part fair. Ch. Juft. Now the lord lighten thee, thou art a great : fool.

[Exeunt.

P. Henry.

SCENE IV..

Continues in London.

Enter Prince Henry and Poins

T

RUST me, I am exceeding weary.
Poins. Is it come to that? I had

thought wearinefs durft not have attach'd one of so high blood.

P. Henry. It doth me, though it discolours the complexion of my greatnefs to acknowledge it. Doth it not fhew vilely in me, to defire small beer?

Poins. Why a Prince fhould not be fo loosely ftudied, as to remember fo weak a compofition.

P Henry. Belike then my appetite was not princely got; for in troth, I do now remember the poor crea ture, fmall beer. But indeed these humble confiderati ons make me out of love with my greatness. What a difgrace is it to me to remember thy name? or to know thy face to morrow? or to take note how many pair of filk stockings thou haft? (viz. thefe, and thofe that were the peach-colour'd ones ;) or to bear the inventory of thy fhirts, as one for fuperfluity, and one other for ufe; but that the tennis-court-keeper knows better than I for it is a low ebb of linnen with thee, when thou keepest not racket there, as thou haft not done a great while, because the rest of thy low countreys have made a shift to eat up thy holland. And God knows whether thofe that bawl out of the ruins of thy linnen shall inherit his kingdom: but the midwives fay the children are not in the fault, whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are mightily ftrengthened.

Poins. How ill it follows, after you have labour'd fo hard, you should talk fo idely tell me how many good young Princes fhould do fo, their fathers lying fo fick as yours is. P. Henry

This period is fupply'd out of the old edition.

P. Henry. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins? Poins. Yes and let it be an excellent good thing. P. Henry. It fhall ferve among wits of no higher breeding than thine.

Poins. Go to; I ftand the push of your one thing, that you'll tell.

P. Henry. Why I tell thee, it is not meet that I fhould be fad now my father is fick; albeit I could tell to thee, (as to one it pleafes me for fault of a better,' to call my friend) I could be fad and fad indeed too. Poins. Very hardly upon such a subject.

P. Henry. Thou think it me as far in the devil's book, as thou and Falstaff, for obduracy and perfiftency. Let' the end try the man. But I tell thee, my heart bleeds inwardly that my father is fick; and keeping fuch vile company as thou art hath in reason taken from me all oftentation of forrow.

Points. The reafon ?

P. Henry. What would'st thou think of me if I fhould weep?

Poins. I would think thee a moft princely hypocrite P. Henry. It would he every man's thought; and thou art a bleffed fellow, to think as every man thinks ;^ never a man's thought in the world keeps the road-way better than thine; every man would think me an hypocrite indeed. And what excites your most worshipful thought to think fo?

Poins. Why, because you have b feemed fo lewd, and fo much ingraffed to Falstaff.

P. Henry. And to thee.

Poins. Nay by this light I am well fpoken of, I can hear it with mine own ears; the worft they can fay of me is, that I am a fecond brother, and that I am a proper fellow of my hands: and thofe two things I' confefs I cannot help. Look, look, here comes Bardolph.

Henry. And the boy that I gave Falstaff; he had him from me chriftian, and see if the fat villain have not transform'd him ape.

been.

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