Turns head against the lion's armed jaws; Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ? And shake the peace and safety of our throne. The archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer, But wherefore do I tell these news to thee? P. Hen. Do not think so, you shall not find it so; VOL. V. 3 Combine, And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights, 'Would they were multitudes; and on my head. K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this:Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust, herein." Enter BLUNT. How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed, As ever offer'd foul play in a state. K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set forth to- With him my son, lord John of Lancaster; On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set [Exeunt. SCENE III. Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's Head Tavern. Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH. Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this last action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown; I am wither'd like an old apple-John. Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horse: the inside of a church! Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me. Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long. Fal. Why, there is it: come, sing me a song ; make me merry. I was as virtuously given, as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough: swore little; diced, not above seven times a week; paid money that I borrowed, three or four times; lived well, and in good compass: and now I live out of all order, out of all compass. 5 Have some flesh. Bard. Why, you are so fat, sir John, that you must needs be out of all compass; out of all reasonable compass, sir John. Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life: Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in the -but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art poop, the knight of the burning lamp. Bard. Why, sir John, my face does you no harm. Ful. No, I'll be sworn; I make good use of it. When thou ran'st up Gads-hill in the night to catch my horse, if I did not think thou hadst been an ignis fatuus, or a ball of wildfire, there's no purchase in money. O, thou art a perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light! Thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt tavern and tavern: but the sack that thou hast drunk me, would have bought me lights as good cheap, at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have maintained that salamander of yours with fire, any time this two and thirty years; Heaven reward me for it! Enter Hostess. How now, dame Partlet the hen?? have you inquired yet, who picked my pocket? Host. Why, sir John! what do you think, sir John? Do you think I keep thieves in my house? I have searched, I have inquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy by boy, servant by servant : the tithe of a hair was never lost in my house before. Fal. You lie, hostess; Bardolph was shaved, and lost many a hair: and I'll be sworn, my pocket was picked: Go to, you are woman, go, Host. Who I? I defy thee: I was never called so in mine own house before. Fal. Go to, I know you well enough. 6 Admiral's ship. 7 In the story-book of Reynard the Fox. ་ Host. No, sir John; you do not know me, sir John: I know you, sir John: you owe me money, sir John, and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it; I bought you a dozen of shirts to your back. Fal. Dowlas, dowlas: I have given them away to bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them. Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, sir John, for your diet, and by-drinkings, and money lent you, four-and-twenty pound. Fal. He had his part of it; let him pay. Host. He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing. Fal. How! poor? look upon his face; What call you rich? let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks; I'll not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker of me? shall I not take mine ease in mine inn, but I shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a seal-ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark. Host. O! I have heard the prince tell him, I know not how oft, that that ring was copper. Fal. How! the prince is a Jack*, a sneak-cup ; and, if he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog, if he would say so. Enter Prince HENRY and POINS, marching. FALSTAFF meets the Prince, playing on his truncheon like a fife. Fal. How now, lad? is the wind in that door, must we all march? Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate-fashion? P. Hen. What sayest thou, mistress Quickly? How does thy husband? I love him well, he is an honest man. Host. Good my lord, hear me. 8 A term of contempt frequently used by Shakspeare. |