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for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince. But, lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess, clap to the doors; watch to-night, pray to-morrow.

Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, All the titles of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be merry:

? shall we have a play extempore ? P. Hen. Content ; and the argument shall be, thy running away.

Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest

me.

Enter Hostess. Host. My lord, the prince,

P. Hen. How now, my lady the hostess ? what say'st thou to me?

Host. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at door, would speak with you: he says, he comes from

your

father. P. Hen. Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and send him back again to my mother.

Fal. What manner of man is he?
Host. An old man.

Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight ? — Shall I give him his answer ?

P. Hen. Pr'ythee, do, Jack.
Fal. 'Faith, and I'll send him packing. [Exit.

P. Hen. Now, sirs ; by'r lady, you fought fair ; - so did you, Peto; so did you, Bardolph : you are lions too, you ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true prince; no,-fye!

Bard. 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.

P. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, How came Falstaff's sword so hacked ?

Peto. Why, he hacked it with his dagger; and said, he would swear truth out of England, but he would make you believe it was done in fight; and persuaded us to do the like.

Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear grass, to make them bleed: and then to beslubber

our garments with it, and to swear it was the blood of true men.

I did that I did not this seven year before, I blushed to hear his monstrous devices.

P. Hen. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the manner', and ever since thou hast blushed extempore : Thou hadst fire and sword on thy side, and yet thou ran'st away; What instinct hast thou for it?

Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors? do you behold these exhalations ?

P. Hen. I do.
Bard. What think you they portend ?
P. Hen. Hot livers and cold purses.?
Bard. Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.
P. Hen. No, if rightly taken, halter.

Re-enter FALSTAFF. Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone. How now, my sweet creature of bombast ? How long is't ago,

Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee? Fal. My own knee? when I was about thy years, Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waist ; I could have crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder. There's villainous news abroad: here was sir John Bracy from your father; you must to the court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the north, Percy; and he of Wales, that gave Amaimon' the bastinado, What, a plague, call

you him?

Poins. 0, Glendower.

Fal. Owen, Owen ; the same; and his son-inlaw, Mortimer; and old Northumberland; and that

6 In the fact. 7 Drunkenness and poverty. 8 Bombast is the stuffing of clothes. 9 A dæmon; who is described as one of the four knigs, who rule over all the dæmons in the world.

more:

sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs o’horseback up a hill perpendicular.

P. Hen. He that rides at high speed, and with his pistol kills a sparrow flying.

Fal. You have hit it.
P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow.

Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him ; he will not run.

P. Hen. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so for running?

Fal. O'horseback, ye cuckoo ! but, afoot, he will not budge a foot.

P. Hen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct.

Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps'

Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's beard is turned white with the news ; you may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackarel.

But tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly afear'd ? thou being heir apparent, could the world pick thee, out three such enemies again, as that fiend Douglas, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou not horribly afraid ? doth not thy blood thrill

P. Hen. Not a whit, i'faith ; I lack some of thy instinct.

Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-morrow, when thou comest to thy father: if thou love me, practise an answer.

P. Hen. Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon the particulars of my

life. Fal. Shall I ? content: . This chair shall be my state, this dagger my scepter, and this cushion my

P. Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy. golden scepter for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich crown, for a pitiful bald crown!

at it?

crown.

Scotsmen in blue bonnets.

Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee, now shalt thou be moved.- Give me a cup of sack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may

be thought I have wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it in king Cambyses” vein.

P. Hen. Well, here is my leg.:

Fal. And here is my speech :- Stand aside, nobility.

Host. This is excellent sport, i’faith.
Fal. Weep not sweet queen, for trickling tears

are vain.
Host. O, the father, how he holds his counte-
nance!
Fal. For Heaven's sake, lords, convey my tristful

queen, For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes.

Host. O rare! he doth it as like one of these harlotry players, as I ever see.

Fal. Peace, good pint-pot ; peace, good ticklebrain. Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.

That thou art my son, I have partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion; but chiefly, a villainous trick of thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me. If then thou be son to me, here lies the point ;- Why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at ? Shall the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher , and eat blackberries ? a question not to be asked. Shall the son of England prove a thief, and take purses? a question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often heard of, and it is known to many in our land by the name

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2 A character in a Tragedy by T. Preston, 1570. 3 Obeisance. 4 Name of a strong liquor.

5 A truant boy.

of pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth the company thou keepest : for, Harry, now I do not speak to thee in drink, but in tears; not in pleasure, but in passion; not in words only, but in woes also : - And yet there is a virtuous man, whom I have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name.

P. Hen. What manner of man, an it like your majesty ?

Fal. A good portly man, and a corpulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble, carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r-lady, inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man should be wantonly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then, peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast thou been this month ?

P. Hen. Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me, and I'll play my father.

Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by the heels for a rabbet-sucker, or a poulter's hare.

P. Hen. Well, here I am set.
Fal. And here I stand :- judge, my masters.
P. Hen. Now, Harry ? whence come you?
Fal. My noble lord, from Eastcheap.
P. Hen. The complaints I hear of thee are griev-

ous.

-nay, I'll

Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false : tickle ye for a young prince, i'faith.

P. Hen. Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carried away from

grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in the likeness of a fat old man: a tun of man is thy

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