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So, so, thou comnion dog, didit thou disgorge
Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard,
And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up,
And howl'st to find it. What Trust is in these times ?
They, that when Richard liv'd, would have him die,
Are now become enamour'd on his Grave;;
Thou, that threw'k duft upon his goodly, head,
When through proud London he came fighing on
After th' admired heels of Bolingbroke, i
Cry'ft now, O Earth, yield us that King again,
And take thou this. Ó thoughts of men accurft!
Paft and to come, seem beft; things present, worst.

Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on?
Haft. We are time's subjects, and time bids, be gone.


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A Street in L O N D O N.
Enter Hostess, with two Officers, Phang and Snare.

R. Phang, have you enter'd the action?

Phang. It is enter'd.
Hoft. Where's your yeoman? is he a lusty yệoman?
Will he stand to it ?

Phang. Sirrah, where's Snare?
Hoft. O Lord, ay, good Mr. Snare.
Snare. Here, here.
Phang. Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.
Hoft. Ay, good Mr. Snare, I have enter'd him

and all.
Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives : for
he will stab.

stici Hoft. Alas-the-day! take heed of him; he ftab'd me in mine own house, and that most beaftly; he cares not what mischief he doth, if his weapon be


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out. He will foin like any deyil; he will spare neither
man, woman, nor child.
Phang. If I can close with him, I care not for his

Host. No, nor I neither;-

elbow. Phang. If I but fift him once; if he come but within my vice.

Hoft. I'am undone by his going; I warrant you, he is an infinitive thing upon my score. Good Mr. Phang, hold him sure; good Mr. Snare, let him not 'scape. He comes continually to Pie-corner, saving your manhoods, to buy a faddle: and he is indited to dinner to the Lubbar's-head in Lombard-street, to Mr. Smooth's the Silknan. I pray ye, since my action is enter'd, and my case so openly known to the world, let him be brought in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long Lone, for a poor lone woman to bear; and I have borne, and borne, and borpe, and have been fub'd off, and fub'd off, from this day to that day. that it is a shame to be thought on. There is no honesty in such dealing, unless a woman should be made an Ass and a beast, to bear every knave's wrong.

Enter Falstaff, Bardolph, and the boy. Yonder he comes, and that arrant malmsey - nose knave Bardolph with him. Do your offices, do your offices : Mr. Phang and Mr. Snare, do me, 'do me, do me your

offices. Fal, How now? whose mare's dead? what's the matter?

Phang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mrs. Quickly.

Fal. Away, varlets; draw, Bardolph: cut me off the villain's head :, throw the quean in the kennel.

Hoft.Throw me in the kennel? I'll throw thee in the kennel. Wilt thou? wilt thou? tbou bastardly rogue. Murder, murder! O thou honey-fucle vis

lain, wilt thou kill God's officers and the King's ? O thou honey-feed rogue! thou art a honey-leed, man-queller, and a woman-queller.

Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph.
Phang. A rescue, a rescue!

Hoj. Good people, bring a rescue or too; thou wo't, wo't thou? thou wo't, wo't thou? do, do, thou rogue, do, thou hemp-feed !

Fal. Away, you scullion, you rampallian, you fustilarian: I'll tickle your catastrophe.

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Ch. Just. Where, hoa

Enter Chief Justice attended.

HAT's the matter ? keep the peace

here, hoa! Hojt. Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, stand to me. Ch. Jull. How now, Sir John? what, are you

brawling here? Doth this become your place, your time, and business? You should have been well on your way to York. Stand from him, fellow; wherefore hang'st thou on

him? Hoft. O my most worshipful lord, an't please your Grace, I am a poor widow of East-cheap, and he is arrested at my suit.

Ch. Juft. For what sum ?

Hoft. It is more than for some, my lord, it is for all; all I have; he hath eat me out of house and home; he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his; but I will have some of it out again, or I'll ride thee o'nights, like the mare.

Fal. I think, I am as likely to ride the mare, if I have any 'vantage of ground to get up,

Ch. Juft. How comes this, Sir John? fie, what man of good temper would endure this tempeft of

exclamation ?

exclamation? are you not asham'd to enforce a poor widow to so rough a course to come by her own ?

Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee ?

Hoft. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself, and the money too. Thou didst swear to me on a parcel-gilt goblet, fitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, on Wednesday in Whitfun-week, when the Prince broke thy head for likening him to a singing-man of Windfor; thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? did not good-wife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me goffip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us, she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou did desire to eat fome; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a green wound; and didst not thou, when she was gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so familiarity with such

poor people, saying, that ere long they should call me Madam ? and didst thou not kiss me, and bid, me fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy book-oath; deny it, if thou canft.

Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she says up

and down the town, that her eldest son is like you. She hath been in good case, and the truth is, poverty

hath distracted her; but for these foolish Officers, I beseech you, I may have redress against them.

Ch. Just. Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your

manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. It is not a confident brow, nor the throng of wounds that come with such more than impudent fauciness from you, can thrust me from a level confideration. I know, you have pradis'd upon the easy-yielding spirit of this woman.

Hoft. Yes, in troth, my lord.

Ch. Juft. Pr’ythee, peace; pay her the debt you owe her,and unpay the villany you have done her?

the one you may do with sterling money, and the other with currant repentance.

Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without reply. You call honourable boldness impudent fauciness: If a man will court'sy and say nothing, he is virtuous. No, my lord, my humble duty remember'd, I will not be your fuitor: I say to you, I desire deliverance from these officers, being upon hafty employment in the King's affairs.

Ch. Juf. You speak, as having power to do wrong: but answer in the effect your reputation, and satisfy the poor woman. Fal. Come hither, hostess.


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Ch. Juj. Macover

. The King, my lord, and Henry

? Gower,

Prince of Wales Are near at hand: the rest the


tells. Fal. As I am a gentleman Hoft. Nay, you said fo before.

Fal. As I am a gentleman;-come, no more words of it.

Hoft. By this heav'nly ground I tread on, I must be fain to pawn both my plate, and the tapestry of my dining chambers.

Fal. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking; and for thy walls, a pretty flight drollery, or the story of the Prodigal, or the German Hunting in water-work, is worth a thousand of these dead-hangings, and these fly-bitten tapestries: let it be ten pound, if thou canst. Come, if it were not for thy humours, there is not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face, and draw thy action: come, thou must not be in this hu

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