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Reference: f1v - Histories, p. 64

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The First Part of King Henry the Fourth. Through Glocestershire: by which account, Our Businesse valued some twelue dayes hence, Our generall Forces at Bridgenorth shall meete.
[1940]
Our Hands are full of Businesse: let's away, Aduantage feedes him fat, while men delay.
Exeunt.
Scena Tertia. [Act 3, Scene 3] Enter Falstaffe and Bardolph. Falst.

Bardolph, am I not falne away vilely, since this

last action? doe I not bate? doe I not dwindle? Why

my skinne hangs about me like an olde Ladies loose

[1945]

Gowne: I am withered like an olde Apple Iohn. Well,

Ile repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking;

I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall haue no

strength to repent. And I haue not forgotten what the

in‑side of a Church is made of, I am a Pepper‑Corne, a

[1950]

Brewers Horse, the in‑side of a Church. Company, villa­

nous Company hath been the spoyle of me.

Bard.

Sir Iohn, you are so fretfull, you cannot liue

long.

Falst.

Why there is it: Come, sing me a bawdy Song,

[1955]

make me merry: I was as vertuously giuen, as a Gentle­

man need to be; vertuous enough, swore little, dic'd not

aboue seuen times a weeke, went to a Bawdy‑house not

aboue once in a quarter of an houre, payd Money that I

borrowed, three or foure times; liued well, and in good

[1960]

compasse: and now I liue out of all order, out of com­

passe.

Bard.

Why, you are so fat, Sir Iohn, that you must

needes bee out of all compasse; out of all reasonable

compasse Sir Iohn.

Falst.
[1965]

Doe thou amend thy Face, and Ile amend thy

Life: Thou art our Admirall, thou bearest the Lanterne

in the Poope, but 'tis in the Nose of thee; thou art the

Knight of the burning Lampe.

Bard.

Why, Sir Iohn, my Face does you no harme.

Falst.
[1970]

No, Ile be sworne: I make as good vse of it, as

many a man doth of a Deaths‑Head, or a Memento Mori.

I neuer see thy Face, but I thinke vpon Hell fire, and Diues

that liued in Purple; for there he is in his Robes burning,

burning. If thou wert any way giuen to vertue, I would

[1975]

sweare by thy Face; my Oath should bee, By this Fire:

But thou art altogether giuen ouer; and wert indeede,

but for the Light in thy Face, the Sunne of vtter Darke­

nesse. When thou ran'st vp Gads‑Hill in the Night, to

catch my Horse, if I did not thinke that thou hadst beene

[1980]

an Ignis fatuus, or a Ball of Wild‑fire, there's no Purchase

in Money. O, thou art a perpetual Triumph, an euer­

lasting Bone‑fire‑Light: thou hast saued me a thousand

Markes in Linkes and Torches, walking with thee in the

Night betwixt Tauerne and Tauerne: But the Sack that

[1985]

thou hast drunke me, would haue bought me Lights as

good cheape, as the dearest Chandlers in Europe. I haue

maintain'd that Salamander of yours with fire, any time

this two and thirtie yeeres, Heauen reward me for it.

Bard.

I would my Face were in your Belly.

Falst.
[1990]

So should I be sure to be heart‑burn'd.

Enter Hostesse.

How now, Dame Partlet the Hen, haue you enquir'd yet

who pick'd my Pocket?

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Hostesse.

Why Sir John, what doe you thinke, Sir Iohn?

doe you thinke I keepe Theeues in my House? I haue

[1995]

search'd, I haue enquired, so haz my Husband, Man by

Man, Boy by Boy, Seruant by Seruant: the tight of a

hayre was neuer lost in my house before.

Falst.

Ye lye Hostesse: Bardolph was shau'd, and lost

many a hayre; and Ile be sworne my Pocket was pick'd:

[2000]

goe to, you are a Woman, goe.

Hostesse.

Who I? I defie thee: I was neuer call'd so

in mine owne house before.

Falst.

Goe to, I know you well enough.

Hostesse.

No, Sir Iohn, you doe not know me, Sir Iohn:

[2005]

I know you, Sir Iohn: you owe me Money, Sir Iohn, and

now you picke a quarrell, to beguile me of it: I bought

you a dozen of Shirts to your Backe.

Falst.

Doulas, filthy Doulas: I haue giuen them

away to Bakers Wiues, and they haue made Boulters of

[2010]

them.

Hostesse.

Now was I am a true Woman, Holland of eight

shillings an Ell: You owe Money here besides, Sir Iohn,

for your Dyet, and by‑Drinkings, and Money lent you,

foure and twentie pounds.

Falst.
[2015]

Hee had his part of it, let him pay.

Hostesse.

Hee? alas hee is poore, hee hath no­

thing.

Falst.

How? Poore? Looke vpon his Face: What call

you Rich? Let them coyne his Nose, let them coyne his

[2020]

Cheekes, Ile not pay a Denier. What, will you make a

Younker of me? Shall I not take mine ease in mine Inne,

but I shall haue my Pocket pick'd? I haue lost a Seale­

Ring of my Grand‑fathers, worth fortie Marke.

Hostesse.

I haue heard the Prince tell him, I know not

[2025]

how oft, that that Ring was Copper.

Falst.

How? the Prince is a Iacke, a Sneake‑Cuppe:

and if hee were heere, I would cudgell him like a Dogge,

if hee would say so.

Enter the Prince marching, and Falstaffe meets him, playing on his Trunchion like a Fife. Falst.

How now Lad? is the Winde in that Doore?

[2030]

Must we all march?

Bard.

Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.

Hostesse.

My Lord, I pray you heare me.

Prince.

What say'st thou, Mistresse Quickly? How

does thy Husband? 1 loue him well, hee is an honest

[2035]

man.

Hostesse.

Good, my Lord, heare mee.

Falst.

Prethee let her alone, and list to mee.

Prince.

What say'st thou, Iacke?

Falst.

The other Night I fell asleepe heere behind the

[2040]

Arras, and had my Pocket pickt: this House is turn'd

Bawdy‑house, they picke Pockets.

Prince.

What didst thou lose, Iacke?

Falst.

Wilt thou beleeue me, Hal? Three or foure Bonds

of fortie pound apeece, and a Seale‑Ring of my Grand­

[2045]

fathers.

Prince.

A Trifle, some eight‑penny matter.

Host.

So I told him, my Lord; and I said, I heard your

Grace say so: and (my Lord) hee speakes most vilely of

you, like a foule‑mouth'd man as hee is, and said, hee

[2050]

would cudgell you.

Prince.

What hee did not?

Host.

There's neyther Faith, Truth, nor Woman‑hood

in me else.

Falst. There's

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Scena Tertia. [Act 3, Scene 3] Enter Falstaffe and Bardolph. Falst.

Bardolph, am I not falne away vilely, since this

last action? doe I not bate? doe I not dwindle? Why

my skinne hangs about me like an olde Ladies loose

[1945]

Gowne: I am withered like an olde Apple Iohn. Well,

Ile repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking;

I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall haue no

strength to repent. And I haue not forgotten what the

in‑side of a Church is made of, I am a Pepper‑Corne, a

[1950]

Brewers Horse, the in‑side of a Church. Company, villa­

nous Company hath been the spoyle of me.

Bard.

Sir Iohn, you are so fretfull, you cannot liue

long.

Falst.

Why there is it: Come, sing me a bawdy Song,

[1955]

make me merry: I was as vertuously giuen, as a Gentle­

man need to be; vertuous enough, swore little, dic'd not

aboue seuen times a weeke, went to a Bawdy‑house not

aboue once in a quarter of an houre, payd Money that I

borrowed, three or foure times; liued well, and in good

[1960]

compasse: and now I liue out of all order, out of com­

passe.

Bard.

Why, you are so fat, Sir Iohn, that you must

needes bee out of all compasse; out of all reasonable

compasse Sir Iohn.

Falst.
[1965]

Doe thou amend thy Face, and Ile amend thy

Life: Thou art our Admirall, thou bearest the Lanterne

in the Poope, but 'tis in the Nose of thee; thou art the

Knight of the burning Lampe.

Bard.

Why, Sir Iohn, my Face does you no harme.

Falst.
[1970]

No, Ile be sworne: I make as good vse of it, as

many a man doth of a Deaths‑Head, or a Memento Mori.

I neuer see thy Face, but I thinke vpon Hell fire, and Diues

that liued in Purple; for there he is in his Robes burning,

burning. If thou wert any way giuen to vertue, I would

[1975]

sweare by thy Face; my Oath should bee, By this Fire:

But thou art altogether giuen ouer; and wert indeede,

but for the Light in thy Face, the Sunne of vtter Darke­

nesse. When thou ran'st vp Gads‑Hill in the Night, to

catch my Horse, if I did not thinke that thou hadst beene

[1980]

an Ignis fatuus, or a Ball of Wild‑fire, there's no Purchase

in Money. O, thou art a perpetual Triumph, an euer­

lasting Bone‑fire‑Light: thou hast saued me a thousand

Markes in Linkes and Torches, walking with thee in the

Night betwixt Tauerne and Tauerne: But the Sack that

[1985]

thou hast drunke me, would haue bought me Lights as

good cheape, as the dearest Chandlers in Europe. I haue

maintain'd that Salamander of yours with fire, any time

this two and thirtie yeeres, Heauen reward me for it.

Bard.

I would my Face were in your Belly.

Falst.
[1990]

So should I be sure to be heart‑burn'd.

Enter Hostesse.

How now, Dame Partlet the Hen, haue you enquir'd yet

who pick'd my Pocket?

Hostesse.

Why Sir John, what doe you thinke, Sir Iohn?

doe you thinke I keepe Theeues in my House? I haue

[1995]

search'd, I haue enquired, so haz my Husband, Man by

Man, Boy by Boy, Seruant by Seruant: the tight of a

hayre was neuer lost in my house before.

Falst.

Ye lye Hostesse: Bardolph was shau'd, and lost

many a hayre; and Ile be sworne my Pocket was pick'd:

[2000]

goe to, you are a Woman, goe.

Hostesse.

Who I? I defie thee: I was neuer call'd so

in mine owne house before.

Falst.

Goe to, I know you well enough.

Hostesse.

No, Sir Iohn, you doe not know me, Sir Iohn:

[2005]

I know you, Sir Iohn: you owe me Money, Sir Iohn, and

now you picke a quarrell, to beguile me of it: I bought

you a dozen of Shirts to your Backe.

Falst.

Doulas, filthy Doulas: I haue giuen them

away to Bakers Wiues, and they haue made Boulters of

[2010]

them.

Hostesse.

Now was I am a true Woman, Holland of eight

shillings an Ell: You owe Money here besides, Sir Iohn,

for your Dyet, and by‑Drinkings, and Money lent you,

foure and twentie pounds.

Falst.
[2015]

Hee had his part of it, let him pay.

Hostesse.

Hee? alas hee is poore, hee hath no­

thing.

Falst.

How? Poore? Looke vpon his Face: What call

you Rich? Let them coyne his Nose, let them coyne his

[2020]

Cheekes, Ile not pay a Denier. What, will you make a

Younker of me? Shall I not take mine ease in mine Inne,

but I shall haue my Pocket pick'd? I haue lost a Seale­

Ring of my Grand‑fathers, worth fortie Marke.

Hostesse.

I haue heard the Prince tell him, I know not

[2025]

how oft, that that Ring was Copper.

Falst.

How? the Prince is a Iacke, a Sneake‑Cuppe:

and if hee were heere, I would cudgell him like a Dogge,

if hee would say so.

Enter the Prince marching, and Falstaffe meets him, playing on his Trunchion like a Fife. Falst.

How now Lad? is the Winde in that Doore?

[2030]

Must we all march?

Bard.

Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.

Hostesse.

My Lord, I pray you heare me.

Prince.

What say'st thou, Mistresse Quickly? How

does thy Husband? 1 loue him well, hee is an honest

[2035]

man.

Hostesse.

Good, my Lord, heare mee.

Falst.

Prethee let her alone, and list to mee.

Prince.

What say'st thou, Iacke?

Falst.

The other Night I fell asleepe heere behind the

[2040]

Arras, and had my Pocket pickt: this House is turn'd

Bawdy‑house, they picke Pockets.

Prince.

What didst thou lose, Iacke?

Falst.

Wilt thou beleeue me, Hal? Three or foure Bonds

of fortie pound apeece, and a Seale‑Ring of my Grand­

[2045]

fathers.

Prince.

A Trifle, some eight‑penny matter.

Host.

So I told him, my Lord; and I said, I heard your

Grace say so: and (my Lord) hee speakes most vilely of

you, like a foule‑mouth'd man as hee is, and said, hee

[2050]

would cudgell you.

Prince.

What hee did not?

Host.

There's neyther Faith, Truth, nor Woman‑hood

in me else.

Falst.

There's no more faith in thee then a stu'de Prune;

[2055]

nor no more truth in thee, then in a drawne Fox: and for

Wooman‑hood, Maid‑marian may be the Deputies wife

of the Ward to thee. Go you nothing: go.

Host.

Say, what thing? what thing?

Falst.

What thing? why a thing to thanke heauen on.

Host.
[2060]

I am no thing to thanke heauen on, I wold thou

shouldst know it: I am an honest mans wife: and setting

thy Knighthood aside, thou art a knaue to call me so.

Falst.

Setting thy woman‑hood aside, thou art a beast

to say otherwise.

Host.
[2065]

Say, what beast, thou knaue thou?

Fal.

What beast ? Why an Otter.

Prin.

An Otter, sir Iohn? Why an Otter?

Fal.

Why? She's neither fish nor flesh; a man knowes not where to haue her.

Host.

Thou art vniust man in saying so; thou, or anie

[2070]

man knowes where to haue me, thou knaue thou.

Prince.

Thou say'st true Hostesse, and he slanders thee most grossely.

Host.

So he doth you, my Lord, and sayde this other

day, You ought him a thousand pound.

Prince.

Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound ?

Falst.
[2075]

A thousand pound Hal? A Million. Thy loue is

worth a Million: thou ow'st me thy loue.

Host.

Nay my Lord, he call'd you Iacke, and said hee

would cudgell you.

Fal.

Did I, Bardolph?

Bar.
[2080]

Indeed Sir Iohn, you said so.

Fal.

Yea, if he said my Ring was Copper.

Prince.

I say 'tis Copper. Dar'st thou bee as good as

thy word now?

Fal.

Why Hal? thou know'st, as thou art but a man, I

[2085]

dare: but, as thou art a Prince, I feare thee, as I feare the

roaring of the Lyons Whelpe.

Prince.

And why not as the Lyon?

Fal.

The King himselfe is to bee feared as the Lyon:

Do'st thou thinke Ile feare thee, as I feare thy Father? nay

[2090]

if I do, let my Girdle breake.

Prin.

O, if it should. how would thy guttes fall about

thy knees. But sirra: There's no roome for Faith, Truth,

nor Honesty, in this bosome of thine: it is all fill'd vppe

with Guttes and Midriffe. Charge an honest Woman

[2095]

with picking thy pocket? Why thou horson impudent

imbost Rascall, if there were any thing in thy Pocket but

Tauerne Recknings, Memorandums of Bawdie‑houses,

and one poore peny‑worth of Sugar‑candie to make thee

long‑winded: if thy pocket were enrich'd with anie o­

[2100]

ther iniuries but these, I am a Villaine: And yet you will

stand to it, you will not Pocket vp wrong. Art thou not

asham'd?

Fal.

Do'st thou heare Hal? Thou know'st in the state

of Innocency, Adam fell: and what should poore Iacke Falstaffe do, in the days of Villany? Thou seest, I haue

more flesh then another man, and therefore more frailty.

You confesse then you pickt my Pocket ?

Prin.

It appears so by the story.

Fal. Hostesse, I forgiue thee:
[2110]
Go make ready Breakfast, loue thy Husband, Looke to thy Seruants, and cherish thy Guests: Thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason; Thou feest, I a pacified still. Nay, I prethee be gone. Exit Hostesse.
[2115]

Now Hal, to the newes at Court for the Robbery, Lad?

How is that answered?

Prin. O my sweet Beefe: I must still be good Angell to thee. The Monie is paid backe againe. Fal.
[2120]

O, I do not like that paying backe, 'tis a double

Labour.

Prin.

I am good Friends with my Father, and may do

any thing.

Fal.

Rob me the Exchequer the first thing thou do'st,

[2125]

and do it with vnwash'd hands too.

Bard.

Do my Lord.

Prin.

I haue procured thee Iacke, a Charge of Foot.

Fal.

I would it had beene of Horse. Where shal I finde

one that can steale well? O, for a fine theefe of two and

[2130]

twentie, or thereabout: I am heynously vnprouided. Wel

God be thanked for these Rebels, they offend none but

the Vertuous. I laud them, I praise them.

Prin.

Bardolph.

Bar.

My Lord.

Prin.
[2135]
Go beare this Letter to Lord Iohn of Lancaster To my Brother Iohn. This to my Lord of Westmerland, Go Peto, to horse: for thou, and I, Haue thirtie miles to ride yet ere dinner time. Iacke, meet me tomorrow in the Temple Hall
[2140]
At two a clocke in the afternoone, There shalt thou know thy Charge, and there receiue Money and Order for their Furniture. The Land is burning, Percie stands on hye, And either they, or we must lower lye.
Fal.
[2145]
Rare words! braue world. Hostesse, my breakfast, come: Oh, I could wish thit Tauerne were my drumme.
Exeunt omnes.
 

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      <lb n="2000"/>goe to, you are a Woman, goe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hostesse.</speaker>
      <p n="2001">Who I? I defie thee: I was neuer call'd so
      <lb n="2002"/>in mine owne house before.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="2003">Goe to, I know you well enough.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hostesse.</speaker>
      <p n="2004">No, Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, you doe not know me, Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn:</hi>
         
      <lb n="2005"/>I know you, Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn:</hi>you owe me Money, Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, and
      <lb n="2006"/>now you picke a quarrell, to beguile me of it: I bought
      <lb n="2007"/>you a dozen of Shirts to your Backe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="2008">Doulas, filthy Doulas: I haue giuen them
      <lb n="2009"/>away to Bakers Wiues, and they haue made Boulters of
      <lb n="2010"/>them.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hostesse.</speaker>
      <p n="2011">Now was I am a true Woman, Holland of eight
      <lb n="2012"/>shillings an Ell: You owe Money here besides, Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>,
      <lb n="2013"/>for your Dyet, and by‑Drinkings, and Money lent you,
      <lb n="2014"/>foure and twentie pounds.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="2015">Hee had his part of it, let him pay.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hostesse.</speaker>
      <p n="2016">Hee? alas hee is poore, hee hath no­
      <lb n="2017"/>thing.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="2018">How? Poore? Looke vpon his Face: What call
      <lb n="2019"/>you Rich? Let them coyne his Nose, let them coyne his
      <lb n="2020"/>Cheekes, Ile not pay a Denier. What, will you make a
      <lb n="2021"/>Younker of me? Shall I not take mine ease in mine Inne,
      <lb n="2022"/>but I shall haue my Pocket pick'd? I haue lost a Seale­
      <lb n="2023"/>Ring of my Grand‑fathers, worth fortie Marke.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hostesse.</speaker>
      <p n="2024">I haue heard the Prince tell him, I know not
      <lb n="2025"/>how oft, that that Ring was Copper.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="2026">How? the Prince is a Iacke, a Sneake‑Cuppe:
      <lb n="2027"/>and if hee were heere, I would cudgell him like a Dogge,
      <lb n="2028"/>if hee would say so.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">Enter the Prince marching, and Falstaffe meets
      <lb/>him, playing on his Trunchion
      <lb/>like a Fife.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="2029">How now Lad? is the Winde in that Doore?
      <lb n="2030"/>Must we all march?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <p n="2031">Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hostesse.</speaker>
      <p n="2032">My Lord, I pray you heare me.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="2033">What say'st thou, Mistresse<hi rend="italic">Quickly?</hi>How
      <lb n="2034"/>does thy Husband? 1 loue him well, hee is an honest
      <lb n="2035"/>man.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hostesse.</speaker>
      <p n="2036">Good, my Lord, heare mee.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="2037">Prethee let her alone, and list to mee.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="2038">What say'st thou,<hi rend="italic">Iacke?</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="2039">The other Night I fell asleepe heere behind the
      <lb n="2040"/>Arras, and had my Pocket pickt: this House is turn'd
      <lb n="2041"/>Bawdy‑house, they picke Pockets.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="2042">What didst thou lose,<hi rend="italic">Iacke</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="2043">Wilt thou beleeue me, Hal? Three or foure Bonds
      <lb n="2044"/>of fortie pound apeece, and a Seale‑Ring of my Grand­
      <lb n="2045"/>fathers.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="2046">A Trifle, some eight‑penny matter.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="2047">So I told him, my Lord; and I said, I heard your
      <lb n="2048"/>Grace say so: and (my Lord) hee speakes most vilely of
      <lb n="2049"/>you, like a foule‑mouth'd man as hee is, and said, hee
      <lb n="2050"/>would cudgell you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="2051">What hee did not?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="2052">There's neyther Faith, Truth, nor Woman‑hood
      <lb n="2053"/>in me else.</p>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0387-0.jpg" n="65"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="2054">There's no more faith in thee then a stu'de Prune;
      <lb n="2055"/>nor no more truth in thee, then in a drawne Fox: and for
      <lb n="2056"/>Wooman‑hood, Maid‑marian may be the Deputies wife
      <lb n="2057"/>of the Ward to thee. Go you nothing: go.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="2058">Say, what thing? what thing?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="2059">What thing? why a thing to thanke heauen on.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="2060">I am no thing to thanke heauen on, I wold thou
      <lb n="2061"/>shouldst know it: I am an honest mans wife: and setting
      <lb n="2062"/>thy Knighthood aside, thou art a knaue to call me so.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="2063">Setting thy woman‑hood aside, thou art a beast
      <lb n="2064"/>to say otherwise.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="2065">Say, what beast, thou knaue thou?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="2066">What beast<c rend="italic">?</c>Why an Otter.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="2067">An Otter, sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>? Why an Otter?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="2068">Why? She's neither fish nor flesh; a man knowes not where to haue her.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="2069">Thou art vniust man in saying so; thou, or anie
      <lb n="2070"/>man knowes where to haue me, thou knaue thou.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="2071">Thou say'st true Hostesse, and he slanders thee most grossely.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="2072">So he doth you, my Lord, and sayde this other
      <lb n="2073"/>day, You ought him a thousand pound.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="2074">Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="2075">A thousand pound<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>? A Million. Thy loue is
      <lb n="2076"/>worth a Million: thou ow'st me thy loue.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="2077">Nay my Lord, he call'd you Iacke, and said hee
      <lb n="2078"/>would cudgell you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="2079">Did I,<hi rend="italic">Bardolph</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bar.</speaker>
      <p n="2080">Indeed Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, you said so.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="2081">Yea, if he said my Ring was Copper.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="2082">I say 'tis Copper. Dar'st thou bee as good as
      <lb n="2083"/>thy word now?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="2084">Why<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>? thou know'st, as thou art but a man, I
      <lb n="2085"/>dare: but, as thou art a Prince, I feare thee, as I feare the
      <lb n="2086"/>roaring of the Lyons Whelpe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="2087">And why not as the Lyon?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="2088">The King himselfe is to bee feared as the Lyon:
      <lb n="2089"/>Do'st thou thinke Ile feare thee, as I feare thy Father? nay
      <lb n="2090"/>if I do, let my Girdle breake.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="2091">O, if it should. how would thy guttes fall about
      <lb n="2092"/>thy knees. But sirra: There's no roome for Faith, Truth,
      <lb n="2093"/>nor Honesty, in this bosome of thine: it is all fill'd vppe
      <lb n="2094"/>with Guttes and Midriffe. Charge an honest Woman
      <lb n="2095"/>with picking thy pocket? Why thou horson impudent
      <lb n="2096"/>imbost Rascall, if there were any thing in thy Pocket but
      <lb n="2097"/>Tauerne Recknings,<hi rend="italic">Memorandums</hi>of Bawdie‑houses,
      <lb n="2098"/>and one poore peny‑worth of Sugar‑candie to make thee
      <lb n="2099"/>long‑winded: if thy pocket were enrich'd with anie o­
      <lb n="2100"/>ther iniuries but these, I am a Villaine: And yet you will
      <lb n="2101"/>stand to it, you will not Pocket vp wrong. Art thou not
      <lb n="2102"/>asham'd?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="2103">Do'st thou heare<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>? Thou know'st in the state
      <lb n="2104"/>of Innocency,<hi rend="italic">Adam</hi>fell: and what should<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="nonstandardCharacter"
              agent="inkedSpacemarker"
              resp="#ES"/>poore<hi rend="italic">Iacke
      <lb n="2105"/>Falstaffe</hi>do, in the days of Villany? Thou seest, I haue
      <lb n="2106"/>more flesh then another man, and therefore more frailty.
      <lb n="2107"/>You confesse then you pickt my Pocket<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="2108">It appears so by the story.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <l n="2109">Hostesse, I forgiue thee:</l>
      <l n="2110">Go make ready Breakfast, loue thy Husband,</l>
      <l n="2111">Looke to thy Seruants, and cherish thy Guests:</l>
      <l n="2112">Thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason;</l>
      <l n="2113">Thou feest, I a<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#ES"/>pacified still.</l>
      <l n="2114">Nay, I prethee be gone.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Hostesse.</stage>
      <p n="2115">Now<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>, to the newes at Court for the Robbery, Lad?
      <lb n="2116"/>How is that answered?</p>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="2117">O my sweet Beefe:</l>
      <l n="2118">I must still be good Angell to thee.</l>
      <l n="2119">The Monie is paid backe againe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="2120">O, I do not like that paying backe, 'tis a double
      <lb n="2121"/>Labour.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="2122">I am good Friends with my Father, and may do
      <lb n="2123"/>any thing.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="2124">Rob me the Exchequer the first thing thou do'st,
      <lb n="2125"/>and do it with vnwash'd hands too.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <p n="2126">Do my Lord.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="2127">I haue procured thee<hi rend="italic">Iacke</hi>, a Charge of Foot.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="2128">I would it had beene of Horse. Where shal I finde
      <lb n="2129"/>one that can steale well? O, for a fine theefe of two and
      <lb n="2130"/>twentie, or thereabout: I am heynously vnprouided. Wel
      <lb n="2131"/>God be thanked for these Rebels, they offend none but
      <lb n="2132"/>the Vertuous. I laud them, I praise them.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="2133">Bardolph.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bar.</speaker>
      <p n="2134">My Lord.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="2135">Go beare this Letter to Lord<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>of Lancaster</l>
      <l n="2136">To my Brother<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>. This to my Lord of Westmerland,</l>
      <l n="2137">Go<hi rend="italic">Peto</hi>, to horse: for thou, and I,</l>
      <l n="2138">Haue thirtie miles to ride yet ere dinner time.</l>
      <l n="2139">
         <hi rend="italic">Iacke</hi>, meet me tomorrow in the Temple Hall</l>
      <l n="2140">At two a clocke in the afternoone,</l>
      <l n="2141">There shalt thou know thy Charge, and there receiue</l>
      <l n="2142">Money and Order for their Furniture.</l>
      <l n="2143">The Land is burning,<hi rend="italic">Percie</hi>stands on hye,</l>
      <l n="2144">And either they, or we must lower lye.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <l n="2145">Rare words! braue world.</l>
      <l n="2146">Hostesse, my breakfast, come:</l>
      <l n="2147">Oh, I could wish thit Tauerne were my drumme.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt omnes.</stage>
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