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The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth He was the Marke, and Glasse, Coppy, and Booke, That fashion'd others. And him, O wondrous! him, O Miracle of Men! Him did you leaue
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(Second to none) vn‑seconded by you, To looke vpon the hideous God of Warre, In dis‑aduantage, to abide a field, Where nothing but the sound of Hotspurs Name Did seeme defensible: so you left him.
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Neuer, O neuer doe his Ghost the wrong, To hold your Honor more precise and nice With others, then with him. Let them alone: The Marshall and the Arch‑bishop are strong. Had my sweet Harry had but halfe their Numbers,
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To day might I (hanging on Hotspurs Necke) Haue talk'd of Monmouth's Graue.
North. Beshrew your heart, (Faire Daughter) you doe draw my Spirits from me, With new lamenting ancient Ouer‑sights.
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But I must goe, and meet with Danger there, Or it will seeke me in another place, And finde me worse prouided.
Wife. O flye to Scotland, Till that the Nobles, and the armed Commons,
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Haue of their Puissance made a little taste.
Lady. If they get ground, and vantage of the King, Then ioyne you with them, like a Ribbe of Steele, To make Strength stronger. But, for all our loues, First let them trye themselues. So did your Sonne,
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He was so suffer'd; so came I a Widow: And neuer shall haue length of Life enough, To raine vpon Remembrance with mine Eyes, That it may grow, and sprowt, as high as Heauen, For Recordation to my Noble Husband.
North.
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Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my Minde As with the Tyde, swell'd vp vnto his height, That makes a still‑stand, running neyther way. Faine would I goe to meet the Arch‑bishop, But many thousand Reasons hold me backe.
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I will resolue for Scotland: there am I, Till Time and Vantage craue my company.
Exeunt.
Scæna Quarta. [Act 2, Scene 4] Enter two Drawers. 1. Drawer.

What hast thou brought there? Apple‑

Iohns? Thou know'st Sir Iohn cannot endure an Apple‑

Iohn.

2. Draw.
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Thou say'st true: the Prince once set a Dish

of Apple‑Iohns before him, and told him there were fiue

more Sir Iohns: and, putting off his Hat, said, I will now

take my leaue of these sixe drie, round, old‑wither'd

Knights. It anger'd him to the heart: but hee hath for­

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got that.

1. Draw.

Why then couer, and set them downe: and

see if thou canst finde out Sneakes Noyse; Mistris Teare‑ sheet would faine haue some Musique.

2. Draw.

Sirrha, heere will be the Prince, and Master

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Points, anon: and they will put on two of our Jerkins,

and Aprons, and Sir Iohn must not know of it: Bardolph

hath brought word.

1. Draw.

Then here will be old Vtis: it will be an ex­

cellent stratagem.

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2. Draw.
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Ile see if I can finde out Sneake.

Exit. Enter Hostesse, and Dol. Host.

Sweet‑heart, me thinkes now you are in an ex­

cellent good temperalitie: your Pulsidge beates as ex­

traordinarily, as heart would desire; and your Colour

(I warrant you) is as red as any Rose: But you haue

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drunke too much Canaries, and that's a maruellous sear­

ching Wine; and it perfumes the blood, ere wee can say

what's this. How doe you now?

Dol.

Better then I was: Hem.

Host.

Why that was well said: A good heart's worth

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Gold. Looke, here comes Sir Iohn.

Enter Falstaffe. Falst.

When Arthur first in Court‑‑(emptie the Iordan)

and was a worthy King: How now Mistris Dol?

Host.

Sick of a Calme: yea, good‑sooth.

Falst.

So is all her Sect: if they be once in a Calme,

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they are sick.

Dol.

You muddie Rascall, is that all the comfort you

giue me?

Falst.

You make fat Rascalls, Mistris Dol.

Dol.

I make them? Gluttonie and Diseases make

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them, I make them not.

Falst.

If the Cooke make the Gluttonie, you helpe to

make the Diseases ( Dol) we catch of you ( Dol) we catch

of you: Grant that, my poore Vertue, grant that.

Dol.

I marry, our Chaynes, and our Iewels.

Falst.
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Your Brooches, Pearles, and Owches: For to

serue brauely, is to come halting off: you know, to come

off the Breach, with his Pike bent brauely, and to Surge­

rie brauely; to venture vpon the charg'd‑Chambers

brauely.

Host.
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Why this is the olde fashion: you two neuer

meete, but you fall to some discord: you are both (in

good troth) as Rheumatike as two drie Tostes, you can­

not one beare with anothers Confirmities. What the

good‑yere? One must beare, and that must bee you:

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you are the weaker Vessell; as they say, the emptier

Vessell.

Dol.

Can a weake emptie Vessell beare such a huge

full Hogs‑head ? There's a whole Marchants Venture

of Burdeux‑stuffe in him: you haue not seene a Hulke

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better stufft in the Hold. Come, Ile be friends with thee

Iacke: Thou art going to the Warres, and whether I

shall euer see thee againe, or no, there is no body

cares.

Enter Drawer. Drawer.

Sir, Ancient Pistoll is below, and would

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speake with you.

Dol.

Hang him, swaggering Rascall, let him not

come hither: it is the foule­mouth'dst Rogue in Eng­

land.

Host.

If hee swagger, let him not come here: I must

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liue amongst my Neighbors, Ile no Swaggerers: I am

in good name, and fame, with the very best: shut the

doore, there comes no Swaggerers heere: I haue not

liu'd all this while, to haue swaggering now: shut the

doore, I pray you.

Falst.
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Do'st thou heare, Hostesse?

Host.

'Pray you pacifie your selfe (Sir Iohn) there comes

no Swaggerers heere.

Falst. Do'st

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Actus Secundus. Scœna Prima. [Act 2, Scene 1] Enter Hostesse. With two Officers, Fang, and Snare. Hostesse.
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Mr. Fang, haue you entred the Action?

Fang.

It is enter'd.

Hostesse.

Wher's your Yeoman ? Is it a lusty yeoman?

Will he stand to it?

Fang.

Sirrah, where's Snare?

Hostesse.
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I, I, good M. Snare..

Snare.

Heere, heere.

Fang.

Snare, we must Arrest Sir Iohn Falstaffe.

Host.

I good M. Snare, I haue enter'd him, and all.

Sn.

It may chance cost some of vs our liues: he wil stab

Hostesse.
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Alas the day: take heed of him: he stabd me

in mine owne house, and that most beastly: he cares not

what mischeefe he doth, if his weapon be out. Hee will

foyne like any diuell, he will spare neither man, woman,

nor childe.

Fang.
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If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.

Hostesse.

No, nor I neither: Ile be at your elbow.

Fang.

If I but fist him once: if he come but within my

Vice.

Host.

I am vndone with his going: I warrant he is an

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infinitiue thing vpon my score. Good M. Fang hold him

sure: good M. Snare let him not scape, he comes continu­

antly to Py‑Corner (sauing your manhoods) to buy a sad­

dle, and hee is indited to dinner to the Lubbars head in

Lombardstreet, to M. Smoothes the Silkman. I pra'ye, since

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my Exion is enter'd, and my Case so openly known to the

world, let him be brought in to his answer: A 100. Marke

is a long one, for a poore lone woman to beare: & I haue

borne, and borne, and borne, and haue bin fub'd off, and

fub'd‑off, from this day to that day, that it is a shame to

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be thought on. There is no honesty in such dealing, vnles

a woman should be made an Ass and a Beast, to beare e­

uery Knaues wrong.

Enter Falstaffe and Bardolfe.

Yonder he comes, and that arrant Malmesey‑Nose Bar­ dolfe with him. Do your Offices, do your offices: M. Fang,

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& M. Snare, do me, do me, do me your Offices.

Fal.

How now ? whose Mare's dead? what's the matter?

Fang.

Sir Iohn, I arrest you, at the suit of Mist. Quickly.

Falst.

Away Varlets, draw Bardolfe: Cut me off the

Villaines head: throw the Queane in the Channel.

Host.
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Throw me in the channell? Ile throw thee there.

Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly rogue. Murder, mur­

der, O thou Hony‑suckle villaine, wilt tkou kill Gods of­

ficers, and the Kings? O thou hony‑seed Rogue, thou art

a honyseed, a Man‑queller, and a woman‑queller.

Falst.
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Keep them off, Bardolfe.

Fang.

A rescu, a rescu.

Host.

Good people bring a rescu. Thou wilt not? thou

wilt not? Do, do thou Rogue: Do thou Hempseed.

Page.

Away you Scullion, you Rampallian, you Fustil­

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lirian: Ile tucke your Catastrophe.

Enter. Ch. Iustice. Iust.

What's the matter? Keepe the Peace here, hoa.

Host.

Good my Lord be good to mee. I beseech you

stand to me.

Ch. Iust. How now sir Iohn? What are you brauling here?
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Doth this become your place, your time, and businesse? You should haue bene well on your way to Yorke. Stand from him Fellow; wherefore hang'st vpon him ?
Host.

Oh my most worshipfull Lord, and't please your

Grace, I am a poore widdow of Eastcheap, and he is arre­

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sted at my suit.

Ch. Iust.

For what summe?

Host.

It is more then for some (my Lord) it is for all: all

I haue, he hath eaten me out of house and home; hee hath

put all my substance into that fat belly of his: but I will

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haue some of it out againe, or I will ride thee o'Nights,

like the Mare.

Falst.

I thinke I am as like to ride the Mare, if I haue

any vantage of ground, to get vp.

Ch: Iust.

How comes this, Sir Iohn? Fy, what a man of

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good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation?

Are you not asham'd to inforce a poore Widdowe to so

rough a course, to come by her owne?

Falst.

What is the grosse summe that I owe thee?

Host.

Marry (if thou wer't an honest man) thy selfe, &

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the mony too. Thou didst sweare to mee vpon a parcell

gilt Goblet, sitting in my Dolphin‑chamber at the round

table, by a sea‑cole fire, on Wednesday in Whitson week,

when the Prince broke thy head for lik'ning him to a sin­

ging man of Windsor; Thou didst sweare to me then (as I

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was washing thy wound) to marry me, and make mee my

Lady thy wife. Canst y u deny it? Did not good wife Keech

the Butchers wife come in then, and cal me gossip Quick­ ly ? comming in to borrow a messe of Vinegar: telling vs,

she had a good dish of Prawnes: whereby y u didst desire to

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eat some: whereby I told thee they were ill for a greene

wound? And didst not thou (when she was gone downe

staires) desire me to be no more familiar with such poore

people, saying, that ere long they should call me Madam?

And did'st y u not kisse me, and bid mee fetch thee 30.s? I

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put thee now to thy Book‑oath, deny it if thou canst?

Fal.

My Lord, this is a poore mad soule: and she sayes

vp & downe the town, that her eldest son is like you. She

hath bin in good case, & the truth is, pouerty hath distra­

cted her: but for these foolish Officers, I beseech you, I

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may haue redresse against them.

Iust.

Sir Iohn, sir Iohn, I am well acquainted with your

maner of wrenching the true cause, the false way. It is not

a confident brow, nor the throng of wordes, that come

with such (more then impudent) sawcines from you, can

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thrust me from a leuell consideration, I know you ha' pra­

ctis'd vpon the easie‑yeelding spirit of this woman.

Host.

Yes in troth my Lord.

Iust.

Prethee peace: pay her the debt you owe her, and

vnpay the villany you haue done her: the one you may do

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with sterling mony, & the other with currant repentance.

Fal.

My Lord, I will not vndergo this sneape without

reply. You call honorable Boldnes, impudent Sawcinesse:

If a man wil curt'sie, and say nothing, he is vertuous: No,

my Lord (your humble duty remēbred remembred ) I will not be your

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sutor. I say to you, I desire deliu'rance from these Officers

being vpon hasty employment in the Kings Affaires.

Iust.

You speake, as hauing power to do wrong: But

answer in the effect of your Reputation, and satisfie the

poore woman.

Falst.
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Come hither Hostesse.

Enter M. Gower Ch. Iust.

Now Master Gower; What newes?

Gow. The King (my Lord) and Henrie Prince of Wales Are neere at hand: The rest the Paper telles. Falst.

As I am a Gentleman.

Host.
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Nay, you said so before.

Fal.

As I am a Gentleman. Come, no more words of it

Host.

By this Heauenly ground I tread on, I must be

faine to pawne both my Plate, and the Tapistry of my dy­

ning Chambers.

Fal.
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Glasses, glasses, is the onely drinking: and for

thy walles a pretty slight Drollery, or the Storie of the

Prodigall, or the Germane hunting in Waterworke, is

worih worth a thousand of these Bed‑hangings, and these Fly‑

bitten Tapistries. Let it be tenne pound (if thou canst.)

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Come, if it were not for thy humors, there is not a better

Wench in England. Go, wash thy face, and draw thy

Action: Come, thou must not bee in this humour with

me, come, I know thou was't set on to this.

Host.

Prethee (Sir Iohn) let it be, but twenty Nobles,

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I loath to pawne my Plate, in good earnest la.

Fal.

Let it alone, Ile make other shift: you'l be a fool

still.

Host.

Well, you shall haue it although I pawne my

Gowne. I hope you'l come to Supper: You'l pay me al­

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together?

Fal.

Will I liue? Go with her, with her: hooke‑on,

hooke‑on.

Host.

Will you haue Doll Teare‑sheet meet you at sup­ per ?

Fal.

No more words. Let's haue her.

Ch. Iust.
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I haue heard bitter newes.

Fal

What's the newes (my good Lord?)

Ch. Iu.

Where lay the King last night?

Mes.

At Basingstoke my Lord.

Fal.

I hope (my Lord) all's well. What is the newes

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my Lord?

Ch. Iust. Come all his Forces backe? Mes. No: Fifteene hundred Foot, fiue hundred Horse Are march'd vp to my Lord of Lancaster, Against Northumberland, and the Archbishop. An ink mark follows the end of this line. Fal.
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Comes the King backe from Wales, my noble L Lord ?

Ch. Iust. You shall haue Letters of me presently. Come, go along with me, good M. Gowre. Fal.

My Lord.

Ch. Iust.

What's the matter?

Fal.
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Master Gowre, shall I entreate you with mee to

dinner?

Gow. I must waite vpon my good Lord heere. I thanke you, good Sir Iohn. Ch. Iust.

Sir Iohn, you loyter heere too long, being you

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are to take Souldiers vp, in Countries as you go.

Fal.

Will you sup with me, Master Gowre?

Ch. Iust.

What foolish Master taught you these man‑

ners, Sir Iohn?

Fal.

Master Gower, if they become mee not, hee was a

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Foole that taught them mee. This is the right Fencing

grace (my Lord) tap for tap, and so part faire.

Ch. Iust.

Now the Lord lighten thee, thou art a great

Foole.

Exeunt
 

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      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <p n="661">For what summe?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="662">It is more then for some (my Lord) it is for all: all
      <lb n="663"/>I haue, he hath eaten me out of house and home; hee hath
      <lb n="664"/>put all my substance into that fat belly of his: but I will
      <lb n="665"/>haue some of it out againe, or I will ride thee o'Nights,
      <lb n="666"/>like the Mare.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="667">I thinke I am as like to ride the Mare, if I haue
      <lb n="668"/>any vantage of ground, to get vp.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch: Iust.</speaker>
      <p n="669">How comes this, Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>? Fy, what a man of
      <lb n="670"/>good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation?
      <lb n="671"/>Are you not asham'd to inforce a poore Widdowe to so
      <lb n="672"/>rough a course, to come by her owne?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="673">What is the grosse summe that I owe thee?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="674">Marry (if thou wer't an honest man) thy selfe, &amp;
      <lb n="675"/>the mony too. Thou didst sweare to mee vpon a parcell
      <lb n="676"/>gilt Goblet, sitting in my Dolphin‑chamber at the round
      <lb n="677"/>table, by a sea‑cole fire, on Wednesday in Whitson week,
      <lb n="678"/>when the Prince broke thy head for lik'ning him to a sin­
      <lb n="679"/>ging man of Windsor; Thou didst sweare to me then (as I
      <lb n="680"/>was washing thy wound) to marry me, and make mee my
      <lb n="681"/>Lady thy wife. Canst y<c rend="superscript">u</c>deny it? Did not good wife<hi rend="italic">Keech</hi>
         
      <lb n="682"/>the Butchers wife come in then, and cal me gossip<hi rend="italic">Quick­
      <lb n="683"/>ly</hi>? comming in to borrow a messe of Vinegar: telling vs,
      <lb n="684"/>she had a good dish of Prawnes: whereby y<c rend="superscript">u</c>didst desire to
      <lb n="685"/>eat some: whereby I told thee they were ill for a greene
      <lb n="686"/>wound? And didst not thou (when she was gone downe
      <lb n="687"/>staires) desire me to be no more familiar with such poore
      <lb n="688"/>people, saying, that ere long they should call me Madam?
      <lb n="689"/>And did'st y<c rend="superscript">u</c>not kisse me, and bid mee fetch thee 30.s? I
      <lb n="690"/>put thee now to thy Book‑oath, deny it if thou canst?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="691">My Lord, this is a poore mad soule: and she sayes
      <lb n="692"/>vp &amp; downe the town, that her eldest son is like you. She
      <lb n="693"/>hath bin in good case, &amp; the truth is, pouerty hath distra­
      <lb n="694"/>cted her: but for these foolish Officers, I beseech you, I
      <lb n="695"/>may haue redresse against them.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iust.</speaker>
      <p n="696">Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, I am well acquainted with your
      <lb n="697"/>maner of wrenching the true cause, the false way. It is not
      <lb n="698"/>a confident brow, nor the throng of wordes, that come
      <lb n="699"/>with such (more then impudent) sawcines from you, can
      <lb n="700"/>thrust me from a leuell consideration, I know you ha' pra­
      <lb n="701"/>ctis'd vpon the easie‑yeelding spirit of this woman.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="702">Yes in troth my Lord.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iust.</speaker>
      <p n="703">Prethee peace: pay her the debt you owe her, and
      <lb n="704"/>vnpay the villany you haue done her: the one you may do
      <lb n="705"/>with sterling mony, &amp; the other with currant repentance.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="706">My Lord, I will not vndergo this sneape without
      <lb n="707"/>reply. You call honorable Boldnes, impudent Sawcinesse:
      <lb n="708"/>If a man wil curt'sie, and say nothing, he is vertuous: No,
      <lb n="709"/>my Lord (your humble duty<choice>
            <abbr>remēbred</abbr>
            <expan>remembred</expan>
         </choice>) I will not be your
      <lb n="710"/>sutor. I say to you, I desire deliu'rance from these Officers
      <lb n="711"/>being vpon hasty employment in the Kings Affaires.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iust.</speaker>
      <p n="712">You speake, as hauing power to do wrong: But
      <lb n="713"/>answer in the effect of your Reputation, and satisfie the
      <lb n="714"/>poore woman.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="715">Come hither Hostesse.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified">Enter M. Gower</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <p n="716">Now Master<hi rend="italic">Gower</hi>; What newes?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-gow">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gow.</speaker>
      <l n="717">The King (my Lord) and<hi rend="italic">Henrie</hi>Prince of Wales</l>
      <l n="718">Are neere at hand: The rest the Paper telles.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="719">As I am a Gentleman.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="720">Nay, you said so before.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="721">As I am a Gentleman. Come, no more words of it</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="722">By this Heauenly ground I tread on, I must be
      <lb n="723"/>faine to pawne both my Plate, and the Tapistry of my dy­
      <lb n="724"/>ning Chambers.</p>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0402-0.jpg" n="80"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="725">Glasses, glasses, is the onely drinking: and<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="nonstandardCharacter"
              agent="inkedSpacemarker"
              resp="#ES"/>for
      <lb n="726"/>thy walles a pretty slight Drollery, or the Storie of the
      <lb n="727"/>Prodigall, or the Germane hunting in Waterworke, is
      <lb n="728"/>
         <choice>
            <orig>worih</orig>
            <corr>worth</corr>
         </choice>a thousand of these Bed‑hangings, and these Fly‑
      <lb n="729"/>bitten Tapistries. Let it be tenne pound (if thou canst.)
      <lb n="730"/>Come, if it were not for thy humors, there is not a better
      <lb n="731"/>Wench in England. Go, wash thy face, and draw thy
      <lb n="732"/>Action: Come, thou must not bee in this humour with
      <lb n="733"/>me, come, I know thou was't set on to this.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="734">Prethee (Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>) let it be, but twenty Nobles,
      <lb n="735"/>I loath to pawne my Plate, in good earnest la.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="736">Let it alone, Ile make other shift: you'l be a fool
      <lb n="737"/>still.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="738">Well, you shall haue it although I pawne my
      <lb n="739"/>Gowne. I hope you'l come to Supper: You'l pay me al­
      <lb n="740"/>together?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="741">Will I liue? Go with her, with her: hooke‑on,
      <lb n="742"/>hooke‑on.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-qui">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="743">Will you haue<hi rend="italic">Doll Teare‑sheet</hi>meet you at sup­ per<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="744">No more words. Let's haue her.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <p n="745">I haue heard bitter newes.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal</speaker>
      <p n="746">What's the newes (my good Lord?)</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iu.</speaker>
      <p n="747">Where lay the King last night?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-mes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
      <p n="748">At Basingstoke my Lord.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="749">I hope (my Lord) all's well. What is the newes
      <lb n="750"/>my Lord?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <l n="751">Come all his Forces backe?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-mes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
      <l n="752">No: Fifteene hundred Foot, fiue hundred Horse</l>
      <l n="753">Are march'd vp to my Lord of Lancaster,</l>
      <l n="754">Against Northumberland, and the Archbishop.<note type="physical" resp="#ES">An ink mark follows the end of this line.</note>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="755">Comes the King backe from Wales, my noble<choice>
            <abbr>L</abbr>
            <expan>Lord</expan>
         </choice>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <l n="756">You shall haue Letters of me presently.</l>
      <l n="757">Come, go along with me, good M.<hi rend="italic">Gowre</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="758">My Lord.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <p n="759">What's the matter?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="760">Master<hi rend="italic">Gowre</hi>, shall I entreate you with mee to
      <lb n="761"/>dinner?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-gow">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gow.</speaker>
      <l n="762">I must waite vpon my good Lord heere.</l>
      <l n="763">I thanke you, good Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <p n="764">Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, you loyter heere too long, being you
      <lb n="765"/>are to take Souldiers vp, in Countries as you go.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="766">Will you sup with me, Master<hi rend="italic">Gowre</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <p n="767">What foolish Master taught you these man‑
      <lb n="768"/>ners, Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="769">Master<hi rend="italic">Gower</hi>, if they become mee not, hee was a
      <lb n="770"/>Foole that taught them mee. This is the right Fencing
      <lb n="771"/>grace (my Lord) tap for tap, and so part faire.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <p n="772">Now the Lord lighten thee, thou art a great
      <lb n="773"/>Foole.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
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