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The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.
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He could be contented: Why is he not then? in respect of

the loue he beares our house. He shewes in this, he loues

his owne Barne better then he loues our house. Let me

see some more. The purpose you vndertake is dangerous.

Why that's certaine: 'Tis dangerous to take a Colde, to

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sleepe, to drinke: but I tell you (my Lord foole) out of

this Nettle, Danger; we plucke this Flower, Safety. The purpose you vndertake is dangerous, the Friends you haue na­ med vncertaine, the Time it selfe vnsorted, and your whole Plot too light, for the counterpoize of so great an Opposition.

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Say you so, say you so: I say vnto you againe, you are a

shallow cowardly Hinde, and you Lye. What a lacke‑

braine is this? I protest, our plot is as good a plot as euer

was laid; our Friend true and constant: A good Plotte,

good Friends, and full of expectation: An excellent plot,

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very good Friends. What a Frosty‑spirited rogue is this?

Why, my Lord of Yorke commends the plot, and the

generall course of the action. By this hand, if I were now

by this Rascall, I could braine him with his Ladies Fan.

Is there not my Father, my Vnckle, and my Selfe, Lord

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Edmund Mortimer, my Lord of Yorke, and Owen Glendour?

Is there not besides, the Dowglas? Haue I not all their let­

ters, to meete me in Armes by the ninth of the next Mo­

neth? and are they not some of them set forward already?

What a Pagan Rascall is this? An Infidell. Ha, you shall

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see now in very sincerity of Feare and Cold heart, will he

to the King, and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could

diuide my selfe, and go to buffets, for mouing such a dish

of skim'd Milk with so honourable an Action. Hang him,

let him tell the King we are prepared. I will set forwards,

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to night.

Enter his Lady.

How now Kate, I must leaue you within these two hours.

La. O my good Lord, why are you thus alone ? For what offence haue I this fortnight bin A banish'd woman from my Harries bed?
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Tell me (sweet Lord) what is't that takes from thee Thy stomacke, pleasure, and thy golden sleepe ? Why dost thou bend thine eyes vpon the earth? And start so often when thou sitt'st alone? Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy vcheekes?
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And giuen my Treasures and my rights of thee, To thicke‑ey'd musing, and curst melancholly ? In my faint‑slumbers, I by thee haue watcht, And heard thee murmore tales of Iron Warres: Speake tearmes of manage to thy bounding Steed,
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Cry courage to the field. And thou hast talk'd Of Sallies, and Retires; Trenches, Tents, Of Palizadoes, Frontiers, Parapets, Of Basiliskes, of Canon, Culuerin, Of Prisoners ransome, and of Souldiers slaine,
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And all the current of a headdy fight. Thy spirit within thee hath beene so at Warre, And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleepe, That beds of sweate hath stood vpon thy Brow, Like bubbles in a late‑disturbed Streame;
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And in thy face strange motions haue appear'd, Such as we see when men restraine their breath On some great sodaine hast. O what portents are these? Some heauie businesse hath my Lord in hand, And I must know it: else he loues me not.
Hot.
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What ho; Is Gilliams with the Packet gone?
Ser. He is my Lord, an houre agone. Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses frō from the Sheriffe?

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Ser. One horse, my Lord, he brought euen now. Hot. What Horse? A Roane, a crop eare, is it not. Ser.
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It is my Lord.

Hot.

That Roane shall be my Throne. Well, I will

backe him straight. Esperance, bid Butler lead him forth

into the Parke.

La.

But heare you, my Lord.

Hot.
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What say'st thou my Lady?

La.

What is it carries you away?

Hot.

Why, my horse (my Loue) my horse.

La.

Out you mad‑headed Ape, a Weazell hath not

such a deale of Spleene, as you are tost with. In sooth Ile

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know your businesse Harry, that I will. I feare my Bro­

ther Mortimer doth stirre about his Title, and hath sent

for you to line his enterprize. But if you go⸺

Hot.

So farre a foot, I shall be weary, Loue.

La.

Come, come, you Paraquito, answer me dirctly

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vnto this question, that I shall aske. Indeede Ile breake

thy little finger Harry, if thou wilt not tel me true.

Hot. Away, away you trifler: Loue, I loue thee not, I care not for thee Kate: this is no world To play with Mammets, and to tilt with lips.
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We must haue bloodie Noses, and crack'd Crownes, And passe them currant too. Gods me, my horse. What say'st thou Kate? what wold'st thou haue with me?
La. Do ye not loue me? Do ye not indeed? Well, do not then. For since you loue me not,
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I will not loue my selfe. Do you not loue me? Nay, tell me if thou speak'st in iest or no.
Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride? And when I am a horsebacke, I will sweare I loue thee infinitely. But hearke you Kate,
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I must not haue you henceforth, question me, Whether I go: nor reason whereabout. Whether I must, I must: and to conclude, This Euening must I leaue thee, gentle Kate. I know you wise, but yet no further wise
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Then Harry Percies wife. Constant you are, But yet a woman: and for secrecie, An ink mark follows the end of this line. No Lady closer. For I will beleeue Thou wilt not vtter what thou do'st not know, And so farre wilt I trust thee, gentle Kate.
La.
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How so farre?

Hot. Not an inch further. But harke you Kate, Whither I go, thither shall you go too: To day will I set forth, to morrow you. Will his content you Kate? La.
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It must of force.
Exeunt
Scena Quarta. [Act 2, Scene 4] Enter Prince and Poines. Prin.

Ned, prethee come out of that fat roome, & lend

me thy hand to laugh a little.

Poines.

Where hast bene Hall?

Prin.

With three or foure Logger‑heads, amongst 3.

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or fourescore Hogsheads. I haue sounded the verie base

string of humility; Sirra, I am sworn brother to a leash of

Drawers, and can call them by their names, as Tom, Dicke,

and Francis. They take it already vpon their confidence,

that though I be but Prince of Wales, yet I am the King

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of Curtesie: telling me flatly I am no proud Iack like Fal­ staffe , but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy, and

when I am King of England, I shall command al the good

Laddes in East‑cheape. They call drinking deepe, dy­

ing Scarlet; and when you breath in your watering, then e3 they

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Scena Quarta. [Act 2, Scene 4] Enter Prince and Poines. Prin.

Ned, prethee come out of that fat roome, & lend

me thy hand to laugh a little.

Poines.

Where hast bene Hall?

Prin.

With three or foure Logger‑heads, amongst 3.

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or fourescore Hogsheads. I haue sounded the verie base

string of humility; Sirra, I am sworn brother to a leash of

Drawers, and can call them by their names, as Tom, Dicke,

and Francis. They take it already vpon their confidence,

that though I be but Prince of Wales, yet I am the King

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of Curtesie: telling me flatly I am no proud Iack like Fal­ staffe , but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy, and

when I am King of England, I shall command al the good

Laddes in East‑cheape. They call drinking deepe, dy­

ing Scarlet; and when you breath in your watering, then

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they cry hem, and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am

so good a proficient in one quarter of an houre, that I can

drinke with any Tinker in his owne Language during my

life. I tell thee Ned, thou hast lost much honor, that thou

wer't not with me in this action: but sweet Ned, to swee­

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ten which name of Ned, I giue thee this peniworth of Su­

gar, clapt euen now into my hand by an vnder Skinker,

one that neuer spake other English in his life, then Eight shillings and six pence , and, You are welcome: with this shril

addition, Anon, Anon sir, Score a Pint of Bastard in the Halfe Moone , or so. But Ned, to driue away time till Fal­ staffe come, I prythee doe thou stand in some by‑roome,

while I question my puny Drawer, to what end hee gaue

me the Sugar, and do neuer leaue calling Francis, that his

Tale to me may be nothing but, Anon: step aside, and Ile

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shew thee a President.

Poines.

Francis.

Prin.

Thou art perfect.

Poin.

Francis.

Enter Drawer. Fran.

Anon, anon sir; looke downe into the Pomgar­

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net, Ralfe.

Prince.

Come hither Francis.

Fran.

My Lord.

Prin.

How long hast thou to serue, Francis?

Fran.

Forsooth fiue yeares, and as much as to⸺

Poin.
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Francis.

Fran.

Anon, anon sir.

Pria.

Fiue yeares: Berlady a long Lease for the clin­

king of Pewter. But Francis, darest thou be so valiant, as

to play the coward with thy Indenture, & shew it a faire

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paire of heeles, and run from it?

Fran.

O Lord sir, Ile be sworne vpon all the Books in

England, I could finde in my heart.

Poin.

Francis.

Fran.

Anon, anon sir.

Prin.
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How old art thou, Francis?

Fran.

Let me see, about Michaelmas next I shalbe⸺

Poin.

Francis.

Fran.

Anon sir, pray you stay a little, my Lord.

Prin.

Nay but harke you Francis, for the Sugar thou

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gauest me,'twas a peny worth, was't not?

Fran.

O Lord sir, I would it had bene two.

Prin.

I will giue thee for it a thousand pound: Aske

me when thou wilt, and thou shalt haue it.

Poin.

Francis.

Fran.
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Anon, anon.

Prin.

Anon Francis? No Francis, but to morrow Fran­

cis: or Francis, on thursday: or indeed Francis when thou

wilt. But Francis.

Fran.

My Lord.

Prin.
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Wilt thou rob this Leatherne Ierkin, Christall

button, Not‑pated, Agat ring, Puke stocking, Caddice

garter, Smooth tongue, Spanish pouch.

Fran.

O Lord sir, who do you meane?

Prin.

Why then your browne Bastard is your onely

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drinke: for looke you Francis, your white Canuas doub­

let will sulley. In Barbary sir, it cannot come to so much.

Fran.

What sir ?

Poin.

Francis.

Prin.

Away you Rogue, dost thou heare them call?

Heere they both call him, the Drawer stands amazed, not knowing which way to go. Enter Vintner. Vint.
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What, stand'st thou still, and hear'st such a cal­

ling? Looke to the Guests within: My Lord, olde Sir

Iohn with halfe a dozen more, are at the doore: shall I 1et

them in?

Prin.

Let them alone a while, and then open the doore.

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Poines.

Enter Poines. Poin.

Anon, anon sir.

Prin.

Sirra, Falstaffe and the rest of the Theeues, are at

the doore, shall we be merry?

Poin.

As merrie as Crickets my Lad. But harke yee,

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What cunning match haue you made with this iest of the

Drawer? Come, what's the issue?

Prin.

I am now of all humors, that haue shewed them­

selues humors, since the old dayes of goodman Adam, to

the pupill age of this present twelue a clock at midnight.

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What's a clocke Francis?

Fran.

Anon, anon sir.

Prin.

That euer this Fellow should haue fewer words

then a Parret, and yet the sonne of a Woman. His indu­

stry is vp‑staires and down‑staires, his eloquence the par­

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cell of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percies mind, the Hot­

spurre of the North, he that killes me some sixe or seauen

dozen of Scots at a Breakfast, washes his hands, and saies

to his wife; Fie vpon this quiet life, I want worke. O my

sweet Harry sayes she, how many hast thou kill'd to day?

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Giue my Roane horse a drench (sayes hee) and answeres,

some fourteene, an houre after: a trifle, a trifle. I prethee

call in Falstaffe, Ile play Percy, and that damn'd Brawne

shall play Dame Mortimer his wife. Riuo, sayes the drun­

kard. Call in Ribs, call in Tallow.

Enter Falstaffe. Poin.
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Welcome Iacke, where hast thou beene?

Fal.

A plague of all Cowards I say, and a Vengeance

too, marry and Amen. Giue me a cup of Sacke Boy. Ere

I leade this life long, Ile sowe nether stockes, and mend

them too. A plague of all cowards. Giue me a Cup of

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Sacke, Rogue. Is there no Vertue extant?

Prin.

Did st thou neuer see Titan kisse a dish of Butter,

pittifull hearted Titan that melted at the sweete Tale of

the Sunne? If thou didst, then behold that compound.

Fal.

You Rogue, heere's Lime in this Sacke too: there

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is nothing but Roguery to be found in Villanous man; yet

a Coward is worse then a Cup of Sack with lime. A vil­

lanous Coward, go thy wayes old Iacke, die when thou

wilt, if manhood, good manhood be not forgot vpon the

face of the earth, then am I a shotten Herring: there liues

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not three good men vnhang'd in England, & one of them

is fat, and growes old, God helpe the while, a bad world I

say. I would I were a Weauer, I could sing all manner of

songs. A plague of all Cowards, I say still.

Prin.

How now Woolsacke, what m utter you?

Fal.
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A Kings Sonne? If I do not beate thee out of thy

Kingdome with a dagger of Lath, and driue all thy Sub­

iects afore thee like a flocke of Wilde‑geese, Ile neuer

weare haire on my face more. You Prince of Wales?

Prin.

Why you horson round man? what's the matter?

Fal.
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Are you not a Coward? Answer me to that, and

Poines there?

Prin.

Ye fatch paunch, and yee call mee Coward, Ile

stab thee.

Fal.

I call thee Coward? Ile see thee damn'd ere I call

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the Coward: but I would giue a thousand pound I could

run as fast as thou canst. You are straight enough in the

shoulders, you care not who sees your backe: Call you

that backing of your friends? a plague vpon such bac­

king: giue me them that will face me. Giue me a Cup

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of Sack, I am a Rogue if I drunke to day.

Prince.

O Villaine, thy Lippes are scarce wip'd, since

thou drunk'st last.

Falst.

All's one for that.

He drinkes.

A plague of all Cowards still, say I.

Prince.
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What's the matter?

Falst.

What's the matter? here be foure of vs, ha ue

ta'ne a thousand pound this Morning.

Prince.

Where is it, Iack? where is it?

Falst.

Where is it? taken from vs, foure of vs.

Prince.
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What, a hundred, man?

Falst.

I am a Rogue, if I were not at halfe Sword with

a dozen of them two houres together. I haue scaped by

miracle. I am eight time thrust through the Doublet,

foure through the Hose, my Buckler cut through and

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through, my Sword hackt like a Hand‑saw, ecce signum.

I neuer dealt better since I was a man: all would not doe.

A plague of all Cowards: let them speake; if they speake

more or lesse then truth, they are villaines, and the sonnes

of darknesse.

Prince.
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Speake sirs, how was it?

Gad.

We foure set vpon some dozen.

Falst.

Sixteene, at least, my Lord.

Gad.

And bound them.

Peto.

No, no, they were not bound.

Falst.
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You Rogue, they were bound, euery man of

them, or I am a Iew else, an Ebrew Iew.

Gad.

As we were sharing, some sixe or seuen fresh men

set vpon vs.

Falst.

And vnbound the rest, and then come in the

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other.

Prince.

What, fought yee with them all?

Falst.

All? I know not what yee call all: but if I

fought not with fiftie of them, I am a bunch of Radish:

if there were not two or three and fiftie vpon poore olde

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Iack, then am I no two‑legg'd Creature.

Poin.

Pray Heauen, you haue not murthered some of

them.

Falst.

Nay, that's past praying for, I haue pepper'd

two of them: Two I am sure I haue payed, two Rogues

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in Buckrom Sutes. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a

Lye, spit in my face, call me Horse: thou knowest my olde

word: here I lay, and thus I bore my point; foure Rogues

in Buckrom let driue at me.

Prince.

What, foure? thou sayd'st but two.euen now.

Falst.
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Foure Hal, I told thee foure.

Poin.

I, I, he said foure.

Falst.

These foure came all a‑front, and mainely thrust

at me; I made no more adoe, but tooke all their seuen

points in my Targuet, thus.

Prince.
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Seuen? why there were but foure, euen now.

Falst.

In Buckrom.

Poin.

I, foure, in Buckrom Sutes.

Falst.

Seuen, by these Hilts, or I am a Villaine else.

Prin.

Prethee let him alone, we shall haue more anon.

Falst.
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Doest thou heare me, Hal?

Prin.

I, and marke thee too, Iack.

Falst.

Doe so, for it is worth the listning too: these

nine in Buckrom, that I told thee of.

Prin.

So, two more alreadie.

Falst.
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Their Points being broken.

Poin.

Downe fell his Hose.

Falst.

Began to giue me ground: but I followed me

close, came in foot and hand; and with a thought, seuen of

the eleuen I pay'd.

Prin.
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O monstrous! eleuen Buckrom men growne

out of two?

Falst.

But as the Deuill would haue it, three mis‑be­

gotten Knaues, in Kendall Greene, came at my Back, and

let driue at me; for it was so darke, Hal, that thou could'st

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not see thy Hand.

Prin.

These Lyes are like the Father that begets them,

grosse as a Mountaine, open, palpable. Why thou Clayߛ

brayn'd Guts, thou Knotty‑pated Foole, thou Horson ob­

scene greasie Tallow Catch.

Falst.
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What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the

truth, the truth?

Prin.

Why, how could'st thou know these men in

Kendall Greene, when it was so darke, thou could'st not

see thy Hand? Come, tell vs your reason: what say'st thou

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to this?

Poin.

Come, your reason Iack, your reason.

Falst.

What, vpon compulsion? No: were I at the

Strappado, or all the Racks in the World, I would not

tell you on compulsion. Giue you a reason on compulsi­

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on? If Reasons were as plentie as Black‑berries, I would

giue no man a Reason vpon compulsion, I.

Prin.

Ile be no longer guiltie of this sinne. This san­

guine Coward, this Bed‑presser, this Hors‑back‑breaker,

this huge Hill of Flesh.

Falst.
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Away you Starueling, you Elfe‑skin, you dried

Neats tongue, Bulles‑pissell, you stocke‑fish: O for breth

to vtter. What is like thee? You Tailors yard, you sheath

you Bow‑case, you vile standing tucke.

Prin.

Well, breath a‑while, and then to't againe: and

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when thou hast tyr'd thy selfe in base comparisons, heare

me speake but thus.

Poin.

Marke Iacke.

Prin.

We two, saw you foure set on foure and bound

them, and were Masters of their Wealth: mark now how

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a plaine Tale shall put you downe. Then did we two, set

on you foure, and with a word, outfac'd you from your

prize, and haue it: yea, and can shew it you in the House.

And Falstaffe, you caried your Guts away as nimbly, with

as quicke dexteritie, and roared for mercy, and still ranne

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and roar'd, as euer I heard Bull‑Calfe. What a Slaue art

thou, to hacke thy sword as thou hast done, and then say

it was in fight. What trick? what deuice? what starting

hole canst thou now find out, to hide thee from this open

and apparant shame?

Poines.
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Come, let's heare Iacke: What tricke hast

thou now?

Fal.

I knew ye as well as he that made ye. Why heare

ye my Masters, was it for me to kill the Heire apparant?

Should I turne vpon the true Prince? Why, thou knowest

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I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware Instinct, the Lion

will not touch the true Prince: Instinct is a great matter.

I was a Coward on Instinct: I shall thinke the better of

my selfe, and thee, during my life: I, for a valiant Lion,

and thou for a true Prince. But Lads, I am glad you haue

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the Mony. Hostesse, clap to the doores: watch to night,

pray to morrow. Gallants, Lads, Boyes, Harts of Gold,

all the good Titles of Fellowship come to you. What,

shall we be merry? shall we haue a Play extempory.

Prin.

Content, and the argument shall be, thy runing

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away.

Fal.

A, no more of that Hall, and thou louest me.

Enter Hostesse. Host.

My Lord, the Prince?

Prin.

How now my Lady the Hostesse, what say'st

thou to me?

Hostesse.
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Marry, my Lord, there is a Noble man of the

Court at doore would speake with you: hee sayes, hee

comes from your Father.

Prin.

Giue him as much as will make him a Royall

man, and send him backe againe to my Mother.

Falst.
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What manner of man is hee?

Hostesse.

An old man.

Falst.

What doth Grauitie out of his Bed at Midnight?

Shall I giue him his answere?

Prin.

Prethee doe Iacke.

Falst.
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'Faith, and Ile send him packing.

Exit. Prince.

Now Sirs: you fought faire; so did you

Peto, so did you Bardol: you are Lyons too, you ranne

away vpon instinct: you will not touch the true Prince;

no, fie.

Bard.
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'Faith, I ranne when I saw others runne.

Prin.

Tell mee now in earnest, how came Falstaffes

Sword so hackt?

Peto.

Why, he hackt it with his Dagger, and said, hee

would sweare truth out of England, but hee would make

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you beleeue it was done in fight, and perswaded vs to doe

the like.

Bard.

Yea, and to tickle our Noses with Spear‑grasse,

to make them bleed, and then to beslubber our garments

with it, and sweare it was the blood of true men. I did

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that I did not this seuen yeeres before, I blusht to heare

his monstrous deuices.

Prin.

O Villaine, thou stolest a Cup of Sacke eigh­

teene yeeres agoe, and wert taken with the manner, and

euer since thou hast blusht extempore: thou hadst fire

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and sword on thy side, and yet thou ranft away; what

instinct hadst thou for it ?

Bard.

My Lord, doe you see these Meteors? doe you

behold these Exhalations?

Prin.

I doe.

Bard.
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What thinke you they portend?

Prin.

Hot Liuers, and cold Purses.

Bard.

Choler, my Lord, if rightly taken.

Prin.

No, if rightly taken, Halter.

Enter Falstaffe.

Heere comes leane Iacke, heere comes bare‑bone. How

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now my sweet Creature of Bombast, how long is't agoe,

Iacke, since thou saw'st thine owne Knee?

Falst.

My owne Knee? When I was about thy yeeres

( Hal) I was not an Eagles Talent in the Waste, I could

haue crept into any Aldermans Thumbe‑Ring: a plague

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of sighing and griefe, it blowes a man vp like a Bladder.

There's villanous Newes abroad: heere was Sir Iohn Braby from your Father; you must goe to the Court in

the Morning. The same mad fellow of the North, Percy;

and hee of Wales, that gaue Amamon the Bastinado,

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and made Lucifer Cuckold, and swore the Deuill his true

Liege‑man vpon the Crosse of a Welch‑hooke; what a

plague call you him?

Poin.

O, Glendower.

Falst.

Owen, Owen; the same, and his Sonne in Law

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Mortimer, and old Northumberland, and the sprightly

Scot of Scots, Dowglas, that runnes a Horse‑backe vp a

Hill perpendicular.

Prin.

Hee that rides at high speede, and with a Pistoll

kills a Sparrow flying.

Falst.
[1265]

You haue hit it.

Prin.

So did he neuer the Sparrow.

Falst.

Well, that Rascall hath good mettall in him,

hee will not runne.

Prin.

Why, what a Rascall art thou then, to prayse him

[1270]

so for running ?

Falst.

A Horse‑backe (ye Cuckoe) but a foot hee will

not budge a foot.

Prin.

Yes Iacke, vpon instinct.

Falst.

I grant ye, vpon instinct: Well, hee is there too,

[1275]

and one Mordake, and a thousand blew‑Cappes more.

Worcester is stolne away by Night: thy Fathers Beard is

turn'd white with the Newes; you may buy Land now

as cheape as stinking Mackrell.

Prin.

Then 'tis like, if there come a hot Sunne, and this I

[1280]

ciuill buffetting hold, wee shall buy Maiden‑heads as

they buy Hob‑nayles, by the Hundreds.

Falst.

By the Masse Lad, thou say'st true, it is like wee

shall haue good trading that way. But tell me Hal, art

not thou horrible afear'd? thou being Heire apparant, I

[1285]

could the World picke thee out three such Enemyes a­

gaine, as that Fiend Dowglas, that Spirit Percy, and that

Deuill Glendower? Art not thou horrible afraid? Doth

not thy blood thrill at it?

Prin.

Not a whit: I lacke some of thy instinct.

Falst.
[1290]

Well, thou wilt be horrible chidde to morrow,

when thou commest to thy Father: if thou doe loue me,

practise an answere.

Prin.

Doe thou stand for my Father, and examine mee

vpon the particulars of my Life.

Falst.
[1295]

Shall I? content: This Chayre shall bee my

State, this Dagger my Scepter, and this Cushion my

Crowne.

Prin.

Thy State is taken for a Ioyn'd‑Stoole, thy Gol­

den Scepter for a Leaden Dagger, and thy precious rich

[1300]

Crowne, for a pittifull bald Crowne.

Falst.

Well, and the fire of Grace be not quite out of

thee, now shalt thou be moued. Giue me a Cup of Sacke

to make mine eyes looke redde, that it may be thought I

haue wept, for I must speake in passion, and I will doe it

[1305]

in King Cambyses vaine.

Prin.

Well, heere is my Legge.

Falst.

And heere is my speech: stand aside Nobilitie.

Hostesse.

This is excellent sport, yfaith.

Falst.

Weepe not, sweet Queene, for trickling teares

[1310]

are vaine.

Hostesse.

O the Father, how hee holdes his counte­

nance?

Falst.

For Gods sake Lords, conuey my trustfull Queen,

For teares doe stop the floud‑gates of her eyes.

Hostesse.
[1315]

O rare, he doth it as like one of these harlotry

Players, as euer I see.

Falst.

Peace good Pint‑pot, peace good Tickle‑braine.

Harry, I doe not onely maruell where thou spendest thy

time; but also, how thou art accompanied: For though

[1320]

the Camomile, the more it is troden, the faster it growes;

yet Youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it weares.

Thou art my Sonne: I haue partly thy Mothers Word,

partly my Opinion; but chiefely, a villanous tricke of

thine Eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether Lippe, that

[1325]

doth warrant me. If then thou be Sonne to mee, heere I

lyeth the point: why being Sonne to me, art thou so

poynted at ? Shall the blessed Sonne of Heauen proue a

Micher, and eate Black‑berryes ? a question not to bee

askt. Shall the Sonne of England proue a Theefe, and

[1330]

take Purses? a question to be askt. There is a thing,

Harry, which thou hast often heard of, and it is knowne to

many in our Land, by the Name of Pitch: this Pitch (as

ancient Writers doe report) doth defile; so doth the com­

panie thou keepest: for Harry, now I doe not speake to

[1335]

thee in Drinke, but in Teares; not in Pleasure, but in Pas­

sion; not in Words onely, but in Woes also: and yet

there is a virtuous man whom I haue often noted in thy

companie, but I know not his Name.

Prin.

What manner of man, and it like your Ma­

[1340]

iestie?

Falst.

A goodly portly man yfaith, and a corpulent,

of a chearefull Looke, a pleasing Eye, and a most noble

Carriage, and as I thinke, his age some fiftie, or (byrlady)

inclining to threescore; and now I remember mee, his

[1345]

Name is Falstaffe: if that man should be lewdly giuen,

hee deceiues mee; for Harry, I see Vertue in his Lookes.

If then the Tree may be knowne by the Fruit, as the Fruit

by the Tree, then peremptorily I speake it, there is Vertue

in that Falstaffe: him keepe with, the rest banish. And

[1350]

tell mee now, thou naughtie Varlet, tell mee, where hast

thou beene this moneth?

Prin.

Do'st thou speake like a King? doe thou stand

for mee, and Ile play my Father.

Falst.

Depose me: if thou do'st it halfe so grauely, so

[1355]

maiestically, both in word and matter, hang me vp by the

heeles for a Rabbet‑sucker, or a Poulters Hare.

Prin.

Well, heere I am set.

Falst.

And heere I stand: iudge my Masters.

Prin.

Now Harry, whence come you?

Falst.
[1360]

My Noble Lord, from East‑cheape.

Prin.

The complaints I heare of thee, are grieuous.

Falst.

Yfaith, my Lord, they are false: Nay, Ile tickle

ye for a young Prince.

Prin.

Swearest thou, vngracious Boy? Henceforth

[1365]

ne're looke on me: thou art violently carryed away from

Grace: there is a Deuill haunts thee, in the likenesse of a

fat old Man; a Tunne of Man is thy Companion: Why

do'st thou conuerse with that Trunke of Humors, that

Boulting‑Hutch of Beastlinesse, that swolne Parcell of

[1370]

Dropsies, that huge Bombard of Sacke, that stuft Cloake­

bagge of Guts, that rosted Manning Tree Oxe with the

Pudding in his Belly, that reuerend Vice, that grey Ini­

quitie, that Father Ruffian, that Vanitie in yeeres? where­

in is he good, but to taste Sacke, and drinke it? wherein

[1375]

neat and cleanly, but to carue a Capon, and eat it? where­

in Cunning, but in Craft? wherein Craftie, but in Villa­

nie? wherein Villanous, but in all things? wherein wor­

thy, but in nothing?

Falst.

I would your Grace would take me with you:

[1380]

whom meanes your Grace?

Prince.

That villanous abhominable mis‑leader of

Youth, Falstaffe, that old white‑bearded Sathan.

Falst.

My Lord, the man I know.

Prince.

I know thou do'st.

Falst.
[1385]

But to say, I know more harme in him then in

my selfe, were to say more then I know. That hee is olde

(the more the pittie) his white hayres doe witnesse it:

but that hee is (sauing your reuerence) a Whore‑ma­

ster, that I vtterly deny. If Sacke and Sugar bee a fault,

[1390]

Heauen helpe the Wicked: if to be olde and merry, be a

sinne, then many an olde Hoste that I know, is damn'd:

if to be fat, be to be hated, then Pharaohs leane Kine are

to be loued. No, my good Lord, banish Peto, banish

Bardolph, banish Poines: but for sweete Iacke Falstaffe,

[1395]

kinde Iacke Falstaffe, true Iacke Falstaffe, valiant Iacke Fal­ staffe , and therefore more valiant, being as hee is olde Iack Falstaffe , banish not him thy Harryes companie, banish

not him thy Harryes companie; banish plumpe Iacke, and

banish all the World.

Prince.
[1400]

I doe, I will.

Enter Bardolph running. Bard.

O, my Lord, my Lord, the Sherife, with a most

most monstrous Watch, is at the doore.

Falst.

Out you Rogue, play out the Play: I haue much

to say in the behalfe of that Falstaffe.

Enter the Hostesse. Hostesse.
[1405]

O, my Lord, my Lord.

Falst.

Heigh, heigh, the Deuill rides vpon a Fiddle­

sticke: what's the matter?

Hostesse.

The Sherife and all the Watch are at the

doore: they are come to search the House, shall I let

[1410]

them in?

Falst.

Do'st thou heare Hal, neuer call a true peece of

Gold a Counterfeit: thou art essentially made, without

seeming so.

Prince.

And thou a naturall Coward, without in­

[1415]

stinct.

Falst.

I deny your Maior: if you will deny the

Sherife, so: if not, let him enter. If I become not a Cart

as well as another man, a plague on my bringing vp: I

hope I shall as soone be strangled with a Halter, as ano­

[1420]

ther.

Prince.

Goe hide thee behinde the Arras, the rest

walke vp aboue. Now my Masters, for a true Face and

good Conscience.

Falst.

Both which I haue had: but their date is out,

[1425]

and therefore Ile hide me.

Exit. Prince.

Call in the Sherife.

Enter Sherife and the Carrier. Prince.

Now Master Sherife, what is your will with

mee?

She.

First pardon me, my Lord. A Hue and Cry hath

[1430]

followed certaine men vnto this house.

Prince.

What men?

She.

One of them is well knowne, my gracious Lord,

a grosse fat man.

Car.

As fat as Butter.

Prince.
[1435]
The man, I doe assure you, is not heere, For I my selfe at this time haue imploy'd him: And Sherife, I will engage my word to thee, That I will by to morrow Dinner time, Send him to answere thee, or any man,
[1440]
For any thing he shall be charg'd withall: And so let me entreat you, leaue the house.
She. I will, my Lord: there are two Gentlemen Haue in this Robberie lost three hundred Markes. Prince. It may be so: if he haue robb'd these men,
[1445]
He shall be answerable: and so farewell.
She.

Good Night, my Noble Lord.

Prince.

I thinke it is good Morrow, is it not?

She.

Indeede, my Lord, I thinke it be two a Clocke.

Exit. Prince.

This oyly Rascall is knowne as well as Poules:

[1450]

goe call him forth.

Peto.

Falstaffe? fast asleepe behinde the Arras, and

snorting like a Horse.

Prince.

Harke, how hard he fetches breath: search his

Pockets.

He searcheth his Pickets, and findeth certaine Papers. Prince.
[1455]

What hast thou found?

Peto.

Nothing but Papers, my Lord.

Prince.

Let's see, what be they? reade them.

Peto.

Item, a Capon. ii.s.ii.d.

Item, sawce. iiii.d.

[1460]

Item, Sacke, two Gallons. v.s.viii.d.

Item, Anchoues and Sacke after Supper. ii.s.vi.d.

Item, Bread. ob.

Prince.

O monstrous, but one halfe penny‑worth of

Bread to this intollerable deale of Sacke? What there is

[1465]

else, keepe close, wee'le reade it at more aduantage: there

let him sleepe till day. Ile to the Court in the Morning:

Wee must all to the Warres, and thy place shall be hono­

rable. Ile procure this fat Rogue a Charge of Foot,

and I know his death will be a Match of Twelue‑score.

[1470]

The Money shall be pay'd backe againe with aduantage.

Be with me betimes in the Morning: and so good mor­

row Peto.

Peto.

Good morrow, good my Lord.

Exeunt.
 

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         <hi rend="italic">Ned</hi>, prethee come out of that fat roome, &amp; lend
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      <p n="939">With three or foure Logger‑heads, amongst 3.
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      <lb n="947"/>when I am King of England, I shall command al the good
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      <lb n="950"/>they cry hem, and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am
      <lb n="951"/>so good a proficient in one quarter of an houre, that I can
      <lb n="952"/>drinke with any Tinker in his owne Language during my
      <lb n="953"/>life. I tell thee<hi rend="italic">Ned</hi>, thou hast lost much honor, that thou
      <lb n="954"/>wer't not with me in this action: but sweet<hi rend="italic">Ned</hi>, to swee­
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      <lb n="959"/>addition,<hi rend="italic">Anon, Anon sir, Score a Pint of Bastard in the
      <lb n="960"/>Halfe Moone</hi>, or so. But<hi rend="italic">Ned</hi>, to driue away time till<hi rend="italic">Fal­
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      <lb n="962"/>while I question my puny Drawer, to what end hee gaue
      <lb n="963"/>me the Sugar, and do neuer leaue calling<hi rend="italic">Francis</hi>, that his
      <lb n="964"/>Tale to me may be nothing but, Anon: step aside, and Ile
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poines.</speaker>
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         <hi rend="italic">Francis.</hi>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="967">Thou art perfect.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="968">
         <hi rend="italic">Francis.</hi>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Drawer.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
      <p n="969">Anon, anon sir; looke downe into the Pomgar­
      <lb n="970"/>net,<hi rend="italic">Ralfe</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="971">Come hither<hi rend="italic">Francis</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
      <p n="972">My Lord.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="973">How long hast thou to serue, Francis?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
      <p n="974">Forsooth fiue yeares, and as much as to⸺</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="975">Francis.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-fra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
      <p n="976">Anon, anon sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pria.</speaker>
      <p n="977">Fiue yeares: Berlady a long Lease for the clin­
      <lb n="978"/>king of Pewter. But Francis, darest thou be so valiant, as
      <lb n="979"/>to play the coward with thy Indenture, &amp; shew it a faire
      <lb n="980"/>paire of heeles, and run from it?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
      <p n="981">O Lord sir, Ile be sworne vpon all the Books in
      <lb n="982"/>England, I could finde in my heart.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="983">Francis.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-fra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
      <p n="984">Anon, anon sir.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="985">How old art thou,<hi rend="italic">Francis</hi>?</p>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-fra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
      <p n="986">Let me see, about Michaelmas next I shalbe⸺</p>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="987">Francis.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-fra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
      <p n="988">Anon sir, pray you stay a little, my Lord.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="989">Nay but harke you Francis, for the Sugar thou
      <lb n="990"/>gauest me,'twas a peny worth, was't not?</p>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-fra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
      <p n="991">O Lord sir, I would it had bene two.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="992">I will giue thee for it a thousand pound: Aske
      <lb n="993"/>me when thou wilt, and thou shalt haue it.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="994">Francis.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-fra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
      <p n="995">Anon, anon.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="996">Anon Francis? No Francis, but to morrow Fran­
      <lb n="997"/>cis: or Francis, on thursday: or indeed Francis when thou
      <lb n="998"/>wilt. But Francis.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-fra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
      <p n="999">My Lord.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1000">Wilt thou rob this Leatherne Ierkin, Christall
      <lb n="1001"/>button, Not‑pated, Agat ring, Puke stocking, Caddice
      <lb n="1002"/>garter, Smooth tongue, Spanish pouch.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
      <p n="1003">O Lord sir, who do you meane?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1004">Why then your browne Bastard is your onely
      <lb n="1005"/>drinke: for looke you Francis, your white Canuas doub­
      <lb n="1006"/>let will sulley. In Barbary sir, it cannot come to so much.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
      <p n="1007">What sir<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="1008">Francis.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1009">Away you Rogue, dost thou heare them call?</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Heere they both call him, the Drawer stands amazed,
      <lb/>not knowing which way to go.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Vintner.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-vin">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vint.</speaker>
      <p n="1010">What, stand'st thou still, and hear'st such a cal­<cb n="2"/>
         
      <lb n="1011"/>ling? Looke to the Guests within: My Lord, olde Sir
      <lb n="1012"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>with halfe a dozen more, are at the doore: shall I 1et
      <lb n="1013"/>them in?</p>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1014">Let them alone a while, and then open the doore.
      <lb n="1015"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Poines</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Poines.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="1016">Anon, anon sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1017">Sirra,<hi rend="italic">Falstaffe</hi>and the rest of the Theeues, are at
      <lb n="1018"/>the doore, shall we be merry?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="1019">As merrie as Crickets my Lad. But harke yee,
      <lb n="1020"/>What cunning match haue you made with this iest of the
      <lb n="1021"/>Drawer? Come, what's the issue?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1022">I am now of all humors, that haue shewed them­
      <lb n="1023"/>selues humors, since the old dayes of goodman<hi rend="italic">Adam</hi>, to
      <lb n="1024"/>the pupill age of this present twelue a clock at midnight.
      <lb n="1025"/>What's a clocke Francis?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
      <p n="1026">Anon, anon sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1027">That euer this Fellow should haue fewer words
      <lb n="1028"/>then a Parret, and yet the sonne of a Woman. His indu­
      <lb n="1029"/>stry is vp‑staires and down‑staires, his eloquence the par­
      <lb n="1030"/>cell of a reckoning. I am not yet<hi rend="italic">of Percies</hi>mind, the Hot­
      <lb n="1031"/>spurre of the North, he that killes me some sixe or seauen
      <lb n="1032"/>dozen of Scots at a Breakfast, washes his hands, and saies
      <lb n="1033"/>to his wife; Fie vpon this quiet life, I want worke. O my
      <lb n="1034"/>sweet<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>sayes she, how many hast thou kill'd to day?
      <lb n="1035"/>Giue my Roane horse a drench (sayes hee) and answeres,
      <lb n="1036"/>some fourteene, an houre after: a trifle, a trifle. I prethee
      <lb n="1037"/>call in<hi rend="italic">Falstaffe</hi>, Ile play<hi rend="italic">Percy</hi>, and that damn'd Brawne
      <lb n="1038"/>shall play Dame<hi rend="italic">Mortimer</hi>his wife.<hi rend="italic">Riuo</hi>, sayes the drun­
      <lb n="1039"/>kard. Call in Ribs, call in Tallow.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Falstaffe.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="1040">Welcome Iacke, where hast thou beene?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1041">A plague of all Cowards I say, and a Vengeance
      <lb n="1042"/>too, marry and Amen. Giue me a cup of Sacke Boy. Ere
      <lb n="1043"/>I leade this life long, Ile sowe nether stockes, and mend
      <lb n="1044"/>them too. A plague of all cowards. Giue me a Cup of
      <lb n="1045"/>Sacke, Rogue. Is there no Vertue extant?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1046">Did st thou neuer see Titan kisse a dish of Butter,
      <lb n="1047"/>pittifull hearted Titan that melted at the sweete Tale of
      <lb n="1048"/>the Sunne? If thou didst, then behold that compound.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1049">You Rogue, heere's Lime in this Sacke too: there
      <lb n="1050"/>is nothing but Roguery to be found in Villanous man; yet
      <lb n="1051"/>a Coward is worse then a Cup of Sack with lime. A vil­
      <lb n="1052"/>lanous Coward, go thy wayes old Iacke, die when thou
      <lb n="1053"/>wilt, if manhood, good manhood be not forgot vpon the
      <lb n="1054"/>face of the earth, then am I a shotten Herring: there liues
      <lb n="1055"/>not three good men vnhang'd in England, &amp; one of them
      <lb n="1056"/>is fat, and growes old, God helpe the while, a bad world I
      <lb n="1057"/>say. I would I were a Weauer, I could sing all manner of
      <lb n="1058"/>songs. A plague of all Cowards, I say still.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1059">How now Woolsacke, what m<c rend="inverted">u</c>tter you?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1060">A Kings Sonne? If I do not beate thee out of thy
      <lb n="1061"/>Kingdome with a dagger of Lath, and driue all thy Sub­
      <lb n="1062"/>iects afore thee like a flocke of Wilde‑geese, Ile neuer
      <lb n="1063"/>weare haire on my face more. You Prince of Wales?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1064">Why you horson round man? what's the matter?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1065">Are you not a Coward? Answer me to that, and
      <lb n="1066"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Poines</hi>there?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1067">Ye fatch paunch, and yee call mee Coward, Ile
      <lb n="1068"/>stab thee.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1069">I call thee Coward? Ile see thee damn'd ere I call
      <lb n="1070"/>the Coward: but I would giue a thousand pound I could
      <lb n="1071"/>run as fast as thou canst. You are straight enough in the
      <lb n="1072"/>shoulders, you care not who sees your backe: Call you<pb facs="FFimg:axc0379-0.jpg" n="57"/>
         <cb n="1"/>
         
      <lb n="1073"/>that backing of your friends? a plague vpon such bac­
      <lb n="1074"/>king: giue me them that will face me. Giue me a Cup
      <lb n="1075"/>of Sack, I am a Rogue if I drunke to day.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1076">O Villaine, thy Lippes are scarce wip'd, since
      <lb n="1077"/>thou drunk'st last.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1078">All's one for that.</p>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">He drinkes.</stage>
      <p n="1079">A plague of all Cowards still, say I.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1080">What's the matter?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1081">What's the matter? here be foure of vs, ha<c rend="inverted">u</c>e
      <lb n="1082"/>ta'ne a thousand pound this Morning.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1083">Where is it,<hi rend="italic">Iack?</hi>where is it?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1084">Where is it? taken from vs, foure of vs.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1085">What, a hundred, man?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1086">I am a Rogue, if I were not at halfe Sword with
      <lb n="1087"/>a dozen of them two houres together. I haue scaped by
      <lb n="1088"/>miracle. I am eight time thrust through the Doublet,
      <lb n="1089"/>foure through the Hose, my Buckler cut through and
      <lb n="1090"/>through, my Sword hackt like a Hand‑saw,<hi rend="italic">ecce signum</hi>.
      <lb n="1091"/>I neuer dealt better since I was a man: all would not doe.
      <lb n="1092"/>A plague of all Cowards: let them speake; if they speake
      <lb n="1093"/>more or lesse then truth, they are villaines, and the sonnes
      <lb n="1094"/>of darknesse.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1095">Speake sirs, how was it?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-gad">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gad.</speaker>
      <p n="1096">We foure set vpon some dozen.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1097">Sixteene, at least, my Lord.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-gad">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gad.</speaker>
      <p n="1098">And bound them.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-pet">
      <speaker rend="italic">Peto.</speaker>
      <p n="1099">No, no, they were not bound.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1100">You Rogue, they were bound, euery man of
      <lb n="1101"/>them, or I am a Iew else, an Ebrew Iew.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-gad">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gad.</speaker>
      <p n="1102">As we were sharing, some sixe or seuen fresh men
      <lb n="1103"/>set vpon vs.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1104">And vnbound the rest, and then come in the
      <lb n="1105"/>other.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1106">What, fought yee with them all?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1107">All? I know not what yee call all: but if I
      <lb n="1108"/>fought not with fiftie of them, I am a bunch of Radish:
      <lb n="1109"/>if there were not two or three and fiftie vpon poore olde
      <lb n="1110"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Iack</hi>, then am I no two‑legg'd Creature.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="1111">Pray Heauen, you haue not murthered some of
      <lb n="1112"/>them.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1113">Nay, that's past praying for, I haue pepper'd
      <lb n="1114"/>two of them: Two I am sure I haue payed, two Rogues
      <lb n="1115"/>in Buckrom Sutes. I tell thee what,<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>, if I tell thee a
      <lb n="1116"/>Lye, spit in my face, call me Horse: thou knowest my olde
      <lb n="1117"/>word: here I lay, and thus I bore my point; foure Rogues
      <lb n="1118"/>in Buckrom let driue at me.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1119">What, foure? thou sayd'st but two.euen now.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1120">Foure<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>, I told thee foure.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="1121">I, I, he said foure.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1122">These foure came all a‑front, and mainely thrust
      <lb n="1123"/>at me; I made no more adoe, but tooke all their seuen
      <lb n="1124"/>points in my Targuet, thus.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1125">Seuen? why there were but foure, euen now.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1126">In Buckrom.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="1127">I, foure, in Buckrom Sutes.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1128">Seuen, by these Hilts, or I am a Villaine else.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1129">Prethee let him alone, we shall haue more anon.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1130">Doest thou heare me,<hi rend="italic">Hal?</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1131">I, and marke thee too,<hi rend="italic">Iack</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1132">Doe so, for it is worth the listning too: these
      <lb n="1133"/>nine in Buckrom, that I told thee of.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1134">So, two more alreadie.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1135">Their Points being broken.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="1136">Downe fell his Hose.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1137">Began to giue me ground: but I followed me<cb n="2"/>
         
      <lb n="1138"/>close, came in foot and hand; and with a thought, seuen of
      <lb n="1139"/>the eleuen I pay'd.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1140">O monstrous! eleuen Buckrom men growne
      <lb n="1141"/>out of two?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1142">But as the Deuill would haue it, three mis‑be­
      <lb n="1143"/>gotten Knaues, in Kendall Greene, came at my Back, and
      <lb n="1144"/>let driue at me; for it was so darke,<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>, that thou could'st
      <lb n="1145"/>not see thy Hand.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1146">These Lyes are like the Father that begets them,
      <lb n="1147"/>grosse as a Mountaine, open, palpable. Why thou Clayߛ
      <lb n="1148"/>brayn'd Guts, thou Knotty‑pated Foole, thou Horson ob­
      <lb n="1149"/>scene greasie Tallow Catch.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1150">What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the
      <lb n="1151"/>truth, the truth?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1152">Why, how could'st thou know these men in
      <lb n="1153"/>Kendall Greene, when it was so darke, thou could'st not
      <lb n="1154"/>see thy Hand? Come, tell vs your reason: what say'st thou
      <lb n="1155"/>to this?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="1156">Come, your reason Iack, your reason.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1157">What, vpon compulsion? No: were I at the
      <lb n="1158"/>Strappado, or all the Racks in the World, I would not
      <lb n="1159"/>tell you on compulsion. Giue you a reason on compulsi­
      <lb n="1160"/>on? If Reasons were as plentie as Black‑berries, I would
      <lb n="1161"/>giue no man a Reason vpon compulsion, I.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1162">Ile be no longer guiltie of this sinne. This san­
      <lb n="1163"/>guine Coward, this Bed‑presser, this Hors‑back‑breaker,
      <lb n="1164"/>this huge Hill of Flesh.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1165">Away you Starueling, you Elfe‑skin, you dried
      <lb n="1166"/>Neats tongue, Bulles‑pissell, you stocke‑fish: O for breth
      <lb n="1167"/>to vtter. What is like thee? You Tailors yard, you sheath
      <lb n="1168"/>you Bow‑case, you vile standing tucke.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1169">Well, breath a‑while, and then to't againe: and
      <lb n="1170"/>when thou hast tyr'd thy selfe in base comparisons, heare
      <lb n="1171"/>me speake but thus.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="1172">Marke Iacke.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1173">We two, saw you foure set on foure and bound
      <lb n="1174"/>them, and were Masters of their Wealth: mark now how
      <lb n="1175"/>a plaine Tale shall put you downe. Then did we two, set
      <lb n="1176"/>on you foure, and with a word, outfac'd you from your
      <lb n="1177"/>prize, and haue it: yea, and can shew it you in the House.
      <lb n="1178"/>And<hi rend="italic">Falstaffe</hi>, you caried your Guts away as nimbly, with
      <lb n="1179"/>as quicke dexteritie, and roared for mercy, and still ranne
      <lb n="1180"/>and roar'd, as euer I heard Bull‑Calfe. What a Slaue art
      <lb n="1181"/>thou, to hacke thy sword as thou hast done, and then say
      <lb n="1182"/>it was in fight. What trick? what deuice? what starting
      <lb n="1183"/>hole canst thou now find out, to hide thee from this open
      <lb n="1184"/>and apparant shame?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poines.</speaker>
      <p n="1185">Come, let's heare Iacke: What tricke hast
      <lb n="1186"/>thou now?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1187">I knew ye as well as he that made ye. Why heare
      <lb n="1188"/>ye my Masters, was it for me to kill the Heire apparant?
      <lb n="1189"/>Should I turne vpon the true Prince? Why, thou knowest
      <lb n="1190"/>I am as valiant as<hi rend="italic">Hercules:</hi>but beware Instinct, the Lion
      <lb n="1191"/>will not touch the true Prince: Instinct is a great matter.
      <lb n="1192"/>I was a Coward on Instinct: I shall thinke the better of
      <lb n="1193"/>my selfe, and thee, during my life: I, for a valiant Lion,
      <lb n="1194"/>and thou for a true Prince. But Lads, I am glad you haue
      <lb n="1195"/>the Mony. Hostesse, clap to the doores: watch to night,
      <lb n="1196"/>pray to morrow. Gallants, Lads, Boyes, Harts of Gold,
      <lb n="1197"/>all the good Titles of Fellowship come to you. What,
      <lb n="1198"/>shall we be merry? shall we haue a Play extempory.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1199">Content, and the argument shall be, thy runing
      <lb n="1200"/>away.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1201">A, no more of that<hi rend="italic">Hall</hi>, and thou louest me.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Hostesse.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="1202">My Lord, the Prince?</p>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0380-0.jpg" n="58"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1203">How now my Lady the Hostesse, what say'st
      <lb n="1204"/>thou to me?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hostesse.</speaker>
      <p n="1205">Marry, my Lord, there is a Noble man of the
      <lb n="1206"/>Court at doore would speake with you: hee sayes, hee
      <lb n="1207"/>comes from your Father.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1208">Giue him as much as will make him a Royall
      <lb n="1209"/>man, and send him backe againe to my Mother.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1210">What manner of man is hee?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hostesse.</speaker>
      <p n="1211">An old man.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1212">What doth Grauitie out of his Bed at Midnight?
      <lb n="1213"/>Shall I giue him his answere?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1214">Prethee doe<hi rend="italic">Iacke</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1215">'Faith, and Ile send him packing.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1216">Now Sirs: you fought faire; so did you
      <lb n="1217"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Peto</hi>, so did you<hi rend="italic">Bardol:</hi>you are Lyons too, you ranne
      <lb n="1218"/>away vpon instinct: you will not touch the true Prince;
      <lb n="1219"/>no, fie.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <p n="1220">'Faith, I ranne when I saw others runne.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1221">Tell mee now in earnest, how came<hi rend="italic">Falstaffes</hi>
         
      <lb n="1222"/>Sword so hackt?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-pet">
      <speaker rend="italic">Peto.</speaker>
      <p n="1223">Why, he hackt it with his Dagger, and said, hee
      <lb n="1224"/>would sweare truth out of England, but hee would make
      <lb n="1225"/>you beleeue it was done in fight, and perswaded vs to doe
      <lb n="1226"/>the like.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <p n="1227">Yea, and to tickle our Noses with Spear‑grasse,
      <lb n="1228"/>to make them bleed, and then to beslubber our garments
      <lb n="1229"/>with it, and sweare it was the blood of true men. I did
      <lb n="1230"/>that I did not this seuen yeeres before, I blusht to heare
      <lb n="1231"/>his monstrous deuices.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1232">O Villaine, thou stolest a Cup of Sacke eigh­
      <lb n="1233"/>teene yeeres agoe, and wert taken with the manner, and
      <lb n="1234"/>euer since thou hast blusht extempore: thou hadst fire
      <lb n="1235"/>and sword on thy side, and yet thou ranft away; what
      <lb n="1236"/>instinct hadst thou for it ?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <p n="1237">My Lord, doe you see these Meteors? doe you
      <lb n="1238"/>behold these Exhalations?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1239">I doe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <p n="1240">What thinke you they portend?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1241">Hot Liuers, and cold Purses.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <p n="1242">Choler, my Lord, if rightly taken.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1243">No, if rightly taken, Halter.</p>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Falstaffe.</stage>
      <p n="1244">Heere comes leane<hi rend="italic">Iacke</hi>, heere comes bare‑bone. How
      <lb n="1245"/>now my sweet Creature of Bombast, how long is't agoe,
      <lb n="1246"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Iacke</hi>, since thou saw'st thine owne Knee?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1247">My owne Knee? When I was about thy yeeres
      <lb n="1248"/>(<hi rend="italic">Hal)</hi>I was not an Eagles Talent in the Waste, I could
      <lb n="1249"/>haue crept into any Aldermans Thumbe‑Ring: a plague
      <lb n="1250"/>of sighing and griefe, it blowes a man vp like a Bladder.
      <lb n="1251"/>There's villanous Newes abroad: heere was Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn
      <lb n="1252"/>Braby</hi>from your Father; you must goe to the Court in
      <lb n="1253"/>the Morning. The same mad fellow of the North,<hi rend="italic">Percy</hi>;
      <lb n="1254"/>and hee of Wales, that gaue<hi rend="italic">Amamon</hi>the Bastinado,
      <lb n="1255"/>and made<hi rend="italic">Lucifer</hi>Cuckold, and swore the Deuill his true
      <lb n="1256"/>Liege‑man vpon the Crosse of a Welch‑hooke; what a
      <lb n="1257"/>plague call you him?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="1258">O,<hi rend="italic">Glendower</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1259">
         <hi rend="italic">Owen, Owen</hi>; the same, and his Sonne in Law
      <lb n="1260"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Mortimer</hi>, and old<hi rend="italic">Northumberland</hi>, and the sprightly
      <lb n="1261"/>Scot of Scots,<hi rend="italic">Dowglas</hi>, that runnes a Horse‑backe vp a
      <lb n="1262"/>Hill perpendicular.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1263">Hee that rides at high speede, and with a Pistoll
      <lb n="1264"/>kills a Sparrow flying.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1265">You haue hit it.</p>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1266">So did he neuer the Sparrow.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1267">Well, that Rascall hath good mettall in him,
      <lb n="1268"/>hee will not runne.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1269">Why, what a Rascall art thou then, to prayse him
      <lb n="1270"/>so for running<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1271">A Horse‑backe (ye Cuckoe) but a foot hee will
      <lb n="1272"/>not budge a foot.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1273">Yes<hi rend="italic">Iacke</hi>, vpon instinct.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1274">I grant ye, vpon instinct: Well, hee is there too,
      <lb n="1275"/>and one<hi rend="italic">Mordake</hi>, and a thousand blew‑Cappes more.
      <lb n="1276"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Worcester</hi>is stolne away by Night: thy Fathers Beard is
      <lb n="1277"/>turn'd white with the Newes; you may buy Land now
      <lb n="1278"/>as cheape as stinking Mackrell.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1279">Then 'tis like, if there come a hot Sunne, and this I
      <lb n="1280"/>ciuill buffetting hold, wee shall buy Maiden‑heads as
      <lb n="1281"/>they buy Hob‑nayles, by the Hundreds.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1282">By the Masse Lad, thou say'st true, it is like wee
      <lb n="1283"/>shall haue good trading that way. But tell me<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>, art
      <lb n="1284"/>not thou horrible afear'd? thou being Heire apparant, I
      <lb n="1285"/>could the World picke thee out three such Enemyes a­
      <lb n="1286"/>gaine, as that Fiend<hi rend="italic">Dowglas</hi>, that Spirit<hi rend="italic">Percy</hi>, and that
      <lb n="1287"/>Deuill<hi rend="italic">Glendower?</hi>Art not thou horrible afraid? Doth
      <lb n="1288"/>not thy blood thrill at it?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1289">Not a whit: I lacke some of thy instinct.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1290">Well, thou wilt be horrible chidde to morrow,
      <lb n="1291"/>when thou commest to thy Father: if thou doe loue me,
      <lb n="1292"/>practise an answere.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1293">Doe thou stand for my Father, and examine mee
      <lb n="1294"/>vpon the particulars of my Life.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1295">Shall I? content: This Chayre shall bee my
      <lb n="1296"/>State, this Dagger my Scepter, and this Cushion my
      <lb n="1297"/>Crowne.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1298">Thy State is taken for a Ioyn'd‑Stoole, thy Gol­
      <lb n="1299"/>den Scepter for a Leaden Dagger, and thy precious rich
      <lb n="1300"/>Crowne, for a pittifull bald Crowne.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1301">Well, and the fire of Grace be not quite out of
      <lb n="1302"/>thee, now shalt thou be moued. Giue me a Cup of Sacke
      <lb n="1303"/>to make mine eyes looke redde, that it may be thought I
      <lb n="1304"/>haue wept, for I must speake in passion, and I will doe it
      <lb n="1305"/>in King<hi rend="italic">Cambyses</hi>vaine.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1306">Well, heere is my Legge.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1307">And heere is my speech: stand aside Nobilitie.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hostesse.</speaker>
      <p n="1308">This is excellent sport, yfaith.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1309">Weepe not, sweet Queene, for trickling teares
      <lb n="1310"/>are vaine.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hostesse.</speaker>
      <p n="1311">O the Father, how hee holdes his counte­
      <lb n="1312"/>nance?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1313">For Gods sake Lords, conuey my trustfull Queen,
      <lb n="1314"/>For teares doe stop the floud‑gates of her eyes.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hostesse.</speaker>
      <p n="1315">O rare, he doth it as like one of these harlotry
      <lb n="1316"/>Players, as euer I see.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1317">Peace good Pint‑pot, peace good Tickle‑braine.
      <lb n="1318"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>, I doe not onely maruell where thou spendest thy
      <lb n="1319"/>time; but also, how thou art accompanied: For though
      <lb n="1320"/>the Camomile, the more it is troden, the faster it growes;
      <lb n="1321"/>yet Youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it weares.
      <lb n="1322"/>Thou art my Sonne: I haue partly thy Mothers Word,
      <lb n="1323"/>partly my Opinion; but chiefely, a villanous tricke of
      <lb n="1324"/>thine Eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether Lippe, that
      <lb n="1325"/>doth warrant me. If then thou be Sonne to mee, heere I
      <lb n="1326"/>lyeth the point: why being Sonne to me, art thou so
      <lb n="1327"/>poynted at<c rend="italic">?</c>Shall the blessed Sonne of Heauen proue a
      <lb n="1328"/>Micher, and eate Black‑berryes<c rend="italic">?</c>a question not to bee
      <lb n="1329"/>askt. Shall the Sonne of England proue a Theefe, and
      <lb n="1330"/>take Purses? a question to be askt. There is a thing,
      <lb n="1331"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>, which thou hast often heard of, and it is knowne to<pb facs="FFimg:axc0381-0.jpg" n="59"/>
         <cb n="1"/>
         
      <lb n="1332"/>many in our Land, by the Name of Pitch: this Pitch (as
      <lb n="1333"/>ancient Writers doe report) doth defile; so doth the com­
      <lb n="1334"/>panie thou keepest: for<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>, now I doe not speake to
      <lb n="1335"/>thee in Drinke, but in Teares; not in Pleasure, but in Pas­
      <lb n="1336"/>sion; not in Words onely, but in Woes also: and yet
      <lb n="1337"/>there is a virtuous man whom I haue often noted in thy
      <lb n="1338"/>companie, but I know not his Name.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1339">What manner of man, and it like your Ma­
      <lb n="1340"/>iestie?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1341">A goodly portly man yfaith, and a corpulent,
      <lb n="1342"/>of a chearefull Looke, a pleasing Eye, and a most noble
      <lb n="1343"/>Carriage, and as I thinke, his age some fiftie, or (byrlady)
      <lb n="1344"/>inclining to threescore; and now I remember mee, his
      <lb n="1345"/>Name is<hi rend="italic">Falstaffe:</hi>if that man should be lewdly giuen,
      <lb n="1346"/>hee deceiues mee; for<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>, I see Vertue in his Lookes.
      <lb n="1347"/>If then the Tree may be knowne by the Fruit, as the Fruit
      <lb n="1348"/>by the Tree, then peremptorily I speake it, there is Vertue
      <lb n="1349"/>in that<hi rend="italic">Falstaffe:</hi>him keepe with, the rest banish. And
      <lb n="1350"/>tell mee now, thou naughtie Varlet, tell mee, where hast
      <lb n="1351"/>thou beene this moneth?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1352">Do'st thou speake like a King? doe thou stand
      <lb n="1353"/>for mee, and Ile play my Father.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1354">Depose me: if thou do'st it halfe so grauely, so
      <lb n="1355"/>maiestically, both in word and matter, hang me vp by the
      <lb n="1356"/>heeles for a Rabbet‑sucker, or a Poulters Hare.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1357">Well, heere I am set.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1358">And heere I stand: iudge my Masters.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1359">Now<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>, whence come you?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1360">My Noble Lord, from East‑cheape.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1361">The complaints I heare of thee, are grieuous.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1362">Yfaith, my Lord, they are false: Nay, Ile tickle
      <lb n="1363"/>ye for a young Prince.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="1364">Swearest thou, vngracious Boy? Henceforth
      <lb n="1365"/>ne're looke on me: thou art violently carryed away from
      <lb n="1366"/>Grace: there is a Deuill haunts thee, in the likenesse of a
      <lb n="1367"/>fat old Man; a Tunne of Man is thy Companion: Why
      <lb n="1368"/>do'st thou conuerse with that Trunke of Humors, that
      <lb n="1369"/>Boulting‑Hutch of Beastlinesse, that swolne Parcell of
      <lb n="1370"/>Dropsies, that huge Bombard of Sacke, that stuft Cloake­
      <lb n="1371"/>bagge of Guts, that rosted Manning Tree Oxe with the
      <lb n="1372"/>Pudding in his Belly, that reuerend Vice, that grey Ini­
      <lb n="1373"/>quitie, that Father Ruffian, that Vanitie in yeeres? where­
      <lb n="1374"/>in is he good, but to taste Sacke, and drinke it? wherein
      <lb n="1375"/>neat and cleanly, but to carue a Capon, and eat it? where­
      <lb n="1376"/>in Cunning, but in Craft? wherein Craftie, but in Villa­
      <lb n="1377"/>nie? wherein Villanous, but in all things? wherein wor­
      <lb n="1378"/>thy, but in nothing?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1379">I would your Grace would take me with you:
      <lb n="1380"/>whom meanes your Grace?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1381">That villanous abhominable mis‑leader of
      <lb n="1382"/>Youth,<hi rend="italic">Falstaffe</hi>, that old white‑bearded Sathan.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1383">My Lord, the man I know.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1384">I know thou do'st.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1385">But to say, I know more harme in him then in
      <lb n="1386"/>my selfe, were to say more then I know. That hee is olde
      <lb n="1387"/>(the more the pittie) his white hayres doe witnesse it:
      <lb n="1388"/>but that hee is (sauing your reuerence) a Whore‑ma­
      <lb n="1389"/>ster, that I vtterly deny. If Sacke and Sugar bee a fault,
      <lb n="1390"/>Heauen helpe the Wicked: if to be olde and merry, be a
      <lb n="1391"/>sinne, then many an olde Hoste that I know, is damn'd:
      <lb n="1392"/>if to be fat, be to be hated, then<hi rend="italic">Pharaohs</hi>leane Kine are
      <lb n="1393"/>to be loued. No, my good Lord, banish<hi rend="italic">Peto</hi>, banish
      <lb n="1394"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Bardolph</hi>, banish<hi>Poines:</hi>but for sweete<hi rend="italic">Iacke Falstaffe</hi>,
      <lb n="1395"/>kinde<hi rend="italic">Iacke Falstaffe</hi>, true<hi rend="italic">Iacke Falstaffe</hi>, valiant<hi rend="italic">Iacke Fal­
      <lb n="1396"/>staffe</hi>, and therefore more valiant, being as hee is olde<hi rend="italic">Iack
      <lb n="1397"/>Falstaffe</hi>, banish not him thy<hi rend="italic">Harryes</hi>companie, banish<cb n="2"/>
         
      <lb n="1398"/>not him thy<hi rend="italic">Harryes</hi>companie; banish plumpe<hi rend="italic">Iacke</hi>, and
      <lb n="1399"/>banish all the World.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1400">I doe, I will.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Bardolph running.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <p n="1401">O, my Lord, my Lord, the Sherife, with a most
      <lb n="1402"/>most monstrous Watch, is at the doore.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1403">Out you Rogue, play out the Play: I haue much
      <lb n="1404"/>to say in the behalfe of that<hi rend="italic">Falstaffe</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter the Hostesse.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hostesse.</speaker>
      <p n="1405">O, my Lord, my Lord.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1406">Heigh, heigh, the Deuill rides vpon a Fiddle­
      <lb n="1407"/>sticke: what's the matter?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hostesse.</speaker>
      <p n="1408">The Sherife and all the Watch are at the
      <lb n="1409"/>doore: they are come to search the House, shall I let
      <lb n="1410"/>them in?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1411">Do'st thou heare<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>, neuer call a true peece of
      <lb n="1412"/>Gold a Counterfeit: thou art essentially made, without
      <lb n="1413"/>seeming so.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1414">And thou a naturall Coward, without in­
      <lb n="1415"/>stinct.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1416">I deny your<hi rend="italic">Maior:</hi>if you will deny the
      <lb n="1417"/>Sherife, so: if not, let him enter. If I become not a Cart
      <lb n="1418"/>as well as another man, a plague on my bringing vp: I
      <lb n="1419"/>hope I shall as soone be strangled with a Halter, as ano­
      <lb n="1420"/>ther.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1421">Goe hide thee behinde the Arras, the rest
      <lb n="1422"/>walke vp aboue. Now my Masters, for a true Face and
      <lb n="1423"/>good Conscience.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1424">Both which I haue had: but their date is out,
      <lb n="1425"/>and therefore Ile hide me.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1426">Call in the Sherife.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Sherife and the Carrier.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1427">Now Master Sherife, what is your will with
      <lb n="1428"/>mee?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-she">
      <speaker rend="italic">She.</speaker>
      <p n="1429">First pardon me, my Lord. A Hue and Cry hath
      <lb n="1430"/>followed certaine men vnto this house.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1431">What men?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-she">
      <speaker rend="italic">She.</speaker>
      <p n="1432">One of them is well knowne, my gracious Lord,
      <lb n="1433"/>a grosse fat man.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-car">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <p n="1434">As fat as Butter.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="1435">The man, I doe assure you, is not heere,</l>
      <l n="1436">For I my selfe at this time haue imploy'd him:</l>
      <l n="1437">And Sherife, I will engage my word to thee,</l>
      <l n="1438">That I will by to morrow Dinner time,</l>
      <l n="1439">Send him to answere thee, or any man,</l>
      <l n="1440">For any thing he shall be charg'd withall:</l>
      <l n="1441">And so let me entreat you, leaue the house.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-she">
      <speaker rend="italic">She.</speaker>
      <l n="1442">I will, my Lord: there are two Gentlemen</l>
      <l n="1443">Haue in this Robberie lost three hundred Markes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="1444">It may be so: if he haue robb'd these men,</l>
      <l n="1445">He shall be answerable: and so farewell.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-she">
      <speaker rend="italic">She.</speaker>
      <p n="1446">Good Night, my Noble Lord.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1447">I thinke it is good Morrow, is it not?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-she">
      <speaker rend="italic">She.</speaker>
      <p n="1448">Indeede, my Lord, I thinke it be two a Clocke.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1449">This oyly Rascall is knowne as well as Poules:
      <lb n="1450"/>goe call him forth.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-pet">
      <speaker rend="italic">Peto.</speaker>
      <p n="1451">
         <hi rend="italic">Falstaffe?</hi>fast asleepe behinde the Arras, and
      <lb n="1452"/>snorting like a Horse.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1453">Harke, how hard he fetches breath: search his
      <lb n="1454"/>Pockets.</p>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0382-0.jpg" n="60"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">He searcheth his Pickets, and findeth
      <lb/>certaine Papers.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1455">What hast thou found?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-pet">
      <speaker rend="italic">Peto.</speaker>
      <p n="1456">Nothing but Papers, my Lord.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1457">Let's see, what be they? reade them.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-pet">
      <speaker rend="italic">Peto.</speaker>
      <p n="1458">Item, a Capon.<hi rend="rightJustified">ii.s.ii.d.</hi>
         
      <lb n="1459"/>Item, sawce.<hi rend="rightJustified">iiii.d.</hi>
         
      <lb n="1460"/>Item, Sacke, two Gallons.<hi rend="rightJustified">v.s.viii.d.</hi>
         
      <lb n="1461"/>Item, Anchoues and Sacke after Supper.<hi rend="rightJustified">ii.s.vi.d.</hi>
         
      <lb n="1462"/>Item, Bread.<hi rend="rightJustified">ob.</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="1463">O monstrous, but one halfe penny‑worth of
      <lb n="1464"/>Bread to this intollerable deale of Sacke? What there is
      <lb n="1465"/>else, keepe close, wee'le reade it at more aduantage: there
      <lb n="1466"/>let him sleepe till day. Ile to the Court in the Morning:
      <lb n="1467"/>Wee must all to the Warres, and thy place shall be hono­
      <lb n="1468"/>rable. Ile procure this fat Rogue a Charge of Foot,
      <lb n="1469"/>and I know his death will be a Match of Twelue‑score.
      <lb n="1470"/>The Money shall be pay'd backe againe with aduantage.
      <lb n="1471"/>Be with me betimes in the Morning: and so good mor­
      <lb n="1472"/>row<hi rend="italic">Peto</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-pet">
      <speaker rend="italic">Peto.</speaker>
      <p n="1473">Good morrow, good my Lord.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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