window: at last I spy'd his eyes, and me thought he had
made two holes in the Ale‑wiues new Petticoat, & pee
ped through.
Prin.
Hath not the boy profited?
Bar.
Away, you horson vpright Rabbet, away.
Page.
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Away, you rascally
Altheas dreame, away.
Prin.
Instruct vs Boy: what dreame, Boy
?
Page.
Marry (my Lord)
Althea dream'd, she was de
liuer'd of a Firebrand, and therefore I call him hir dream.
Prince.
A Crownes‑worth of good Interpretation:
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There it is, Boy.
Poin.
O that this good Blossome could bee kept from
Cankers: Well, there is six pence to preserue thee.
Bard.
If you do not make him be hang'd among you,
the gallowes shall be wrong'd.
Prince.
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And how doth thy Master,
Bardolph?
Bar.
Well, my good Lord: he heard of your Graces
comming to Towne. There's a Letter for you.
Poin.
Deliuer'd with good respect: And how doth the
Martlemas, your Master?
Bard.
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In bodily health Sir.
Poin.
Marry, the immortal part needes a Physitian
:
but that moues not him: though that bee sicke, it dyes
not.
Prince.
I do allow this Wen to bee as familiar with
[870]
me, as my dogge: and he holds his place, for looke you
he writes.
Poin.Letter.
Iohn Falstaffe Knight: (Euery man must
know that, as oft as hee hath occasion to name himselfe:)
Euen like those that are kinne to the King, for they neuer
[875]
pricke their finger, but they say, there is som of the kings
blood spilt. How comes that (sayes he) that takes vpon
him not to conceiue? the answer is as ready as a borrow
ed cap: I am the Kings poore Cosin, Sir.
Prince.
Nay, they will be kin to vs, but they wil fetch
[880]
it from
Iaphet. But to the Letter: ⸺
Sir Iohn Falstaffe,
Knight, to the Sonne of the King, neerest his Father, Harrie
Prince of Wales, greeting.
Poin.
Why this is a Certificate.
Prin.
Peace.
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I will imitate the honourable Romaines in breuitie.
Poin.
Sure he meanes breuity in breath: short‑winded.
I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I leaue thee. Bee
not too familiar with
Pointz,
for hee misuses thy Fauours so
much, that he sweares thou art to marrie his Sister
Nell.
Re
pent at idle times as thou mayst, and so farewell.
Thine, by yea and no: which is as much as to say, as thou
vsest him.
Iacke Falstaffe with my Familiars:
Iohn with my Brothers and sister: & Sir
Iohn, with all Europe.
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My Lord, I will steepe this Letter in Sack, and make him
eate it.
Prin.
That's to make him eate twenty of his Words.
But do you vse me thus
Ned? Must I marry your Sister?
Poin.
May the Wench haue no worse Fortune. But I
[900]
neuer said so.
Prin.
Well, thus we play the Fooles with the time, &
the spirits of the wise, sit in the clouds, and mocke vs: Is
None my Lord, but old Mistris
Quickly, and
M.
Mistris
Doll Teare‑sheet.
Prin.
What Pagan may that be?
Page
A proper Gentlewoman, Sir, and a Kinswoman
[915]
of my Masters.
Prin.
Euen such Kin, as the Parish Heyfors are to the
Towne‑Bull?
Shall we steale vpon them
(Ned) at Supper?
Poin.
I am your shadow, my Lord, Ile follow you.
Prin.
[920]
Sirrah, you boy, and
Bardolph, no word to your
Master that I am yet in Towne.
There's for your silence.
Bar.
I haue no tongue, sir.
Page.
And for mine Sir, I will gouerne it.
Prin.
[925]
Fare ye well: go.
This
Doll Teare‑sheet should be some Rode.
Poin.
I warrant you, as common as the way betweene
S.
Saint Albans, and London.
Prin.
How might we see
Falstaffe bestow him selfe to
[930]
night, in his true colours, and not our selues be seene
?
Poin.
Put on two Leather Ierkins, and Aprons, and
waite vpon him at his Table, like Drawers.
Prin.
From a God, to a Bull? A heauie declension: It
was Ioues case. From a Prince, to a Prentice, a low trans
[935]
formation, that shall be mine: for in euery thing, the pur
pose must weigh with the folly. Follow me
Ned.
Exeunt
Scena Tertia.
[Act 2, Scene 3]
Enter Northumberland, his Ladie, and Harrie
Percies Ladie.
North.I prethee louing Wife, and gentle Daughter,Giue an euen way vnto my rough Affaires:Put not you on the visage of the Times,
[940]
And be like them to Percie, troublesome.Wife.I haue giuen ouer, I will speak no more.Do what you will: your Wisedome, be your guide.North.Alas (sweet Wife) my Honor is at pawne,And but my going, nothing can redeeme it.La.
[945]
Oh yet, for heauens sake, go not to these Warrs;The Time was (Father) when you broke your word,When you were more endeer'd to it, then now,When your owne Percy, when my heart‑deere‑
Harry,
Threw many a Northward looke, to see his Father
[950]
Bring vp his Powres: but he did long in vaine.Who then perswaded you to stay at home?There were two Honors lost; Yours, and your Sonnes.For Yours, may heauenly glory brighten it:For His, it stucke vpon him, as the Sunne
[955]
In the gray vault of Heauen: and by his LightDid all the Cheualrie of England moueTo do braue Acts. He was (indeed) the GlasseWherein the Noble‑Youth did dresse themselues.He had no Legges, that practic'd not his Gate:
[960]
And speaking thicke (which Nature made his blemish)Became the Accents of the Valiant.For those that could speake low, and tardily,Would turne their owne Perfection, to Abuse,To seeme like him. So that in Speech, in Gate,
[965]
In Diet, in Affections of delight,In Militarie Rules, Humors of Blood,He
Scena Tertia.
[Act 2, Scene 3]
Enter Northumberland, his Ladie, and Harrie
Percies Ladie.
North.I prethee louing Wife, and gentle Daughter,Giue an euen way vnto my rough Affaires:Put not you on the visage of the Times,
[940]
And be like them to Percie, troublesome.Wife.I haue giuen ouer, I will speak no more.Do what you will: your Wisedome, be your guide.North.Alas (sweet Wife) my Honor is at pawne,And but my going, nothing can redeeme it.La.
[945]
Oh yet, for heauens sake, go not to these Warrs;The Time was (Father) when you broke your word,When you were more endeer'd to it, then now,When your owne Percy, when my heart‑deere‑
Harry,
Threw many a Northward looke, to see his Father
[950]
Bring vp his Powres: but he did long in vaine.Who then perswaded you to stay at home?There were two Honors lost; Yours, and your Sonnes.For Yours, may heauenly glory brighten it:For His, it stucke vpon him, as the Sunne
[955]
In the gray vault of Heauen: and by his LightDid all the Cheualrie of England moueTo do braue Acts. He was (indeed) the GlasseWherein the Noble‑Youth did dresse themselues.He had no Legges, that practic'd not his Gate:
[960]
And speaking thicke (which Nature made his blemish)Became the Accents of the Valiant.For those that could speake low, and tardily,Would turne their owne Perfection, to Abuse,To seeme like him. So that in Speech, in Gate,
[965]
In Diet, in Affections of delight,In Militarie Rules, Humors of Blood,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
[970]
(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.
[975]
Neuer, O neuer doe his Ghost the wrong,To hold your Honor more precise and niceWith others, then with him. Let them alone:The Marshall and the Arch‑bishop are strong.Had my sweet
Harry had but halfe their Numbers,
[980]
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.
[985]
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,
[990]
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,
[995]
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.
[1000]
Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my MindeAs 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.
[1005]
I will resolue for Scotland: there am I,Till Time and Vantage craue my company.Exeunt.
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