mour with me; doft not know me? Come, come, I know, thou wast set on to this.

Hoft. Pr'ythee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles, I am loth to pawn my plate, in good earnest, la. Fal. Let it alone, I'll make other shift; you'll be a fool ftill

Hoft. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my I hope, you'll come to fupper: you'll pay

gown.

me all together?

Fal. Will I live? go with her, with her: hook, on, hook on.

Hoft. Will

supper?

you

have Doll Tear-fheet meet you at

[Exeunt Hoft. and Serjeant.

Fal. No more words. 'Let's have her.

Ch. Juft. I have heard better news.

Fal. What's the news, my good lord?
Ch. Juft. Where lay the King laft night?
Gower. At Bafing ftoke, my lord.

Fal. I hope, my lord, all's well. What is the news. my lord?

Ch. Juft. Come all his forces back?

Gower. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse Are march'd up to my lord of Lancaster,

Against Northumberland and the Archbishop.

Fal. Comes the King back from Wales, my noble lord?

Ch. Juft. You fhall have letters of me presently. Come, go along with me, good Mr. Gower.

Fal. My lord,——

Ch. Juft. What's the matter?

Fal. Mafter Gower, fhall I intreat you with me to

dinner?

Gower. I must wait upon my good lord here,

I thank you, good Sir John.

Ch. Juft. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to take foldiers up in the countries as you go. Fal. Will you fup with me, master Gower?

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Ch. Juft.

Ch. Juft. What foolish mafter taught you these manners, Sir John?

Fal. Mafter Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool that taught them me. This is the right fencing grace, my lord, tap for táp, and so part fair.

Ch. Juft. Now the lord lighten thee, thou art a great fool! [Exeunt.

Continues in LONDON.

Enter Prince Henry and Poins.

P. Henry. TRUST me, I am exceeding weary.

Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought, wearinefs durft not have attack'd one of so high blood.

Doth

P. Henry. It doth me, though it difcolours the complexion of my Greatnefs to acknowledge it. it not fhew vilely in me to defire small beer? Poins. Why, a Prince should not be fo loosely ftudied, as to rentember fo weak a compofition.

P. Henry. Belike then, my appetite was not princely got; for, in troth, I do now remember the poor creature, fmall beer. But, indeed, thefe humble confiderations make me out of love with my Greatness. What a disgrace is it to me to remember thy name? or to know thy face to-morrow? or to take note how many pair of filk stockings thou haft? (viz. these, and those that were the peach-colour'd ones ;) or to bear the inventory of thy fhirts, as one for fuperfluity, and one other for use: but that the tennis-courtkeeper knows better than I, for it is a low ebb of linen with thee, when thou keepest not racket there; as thou haft not done a great while, because the reft of thy low Countries have made a fhift to eat up thy holland. And God knows, whether thofe, that bawl out of the ruins of thy linen, fhall inherit his

Kingdom: but the midwives fay, the children are not in the fault; whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are mightily ftrengthened.

Poins. How ill it follows, after you have labour'd fo hard, you should talk fo idly? tell me, how many good young Princes would do fo, their fathers lying fo fick as yours at this time is.

P. Henry. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins?

Poins. Yes, and let it be an excellent good thing. P. Henry. It fhall ferve among wits of no higher breeding than thine.

Poins. Go to; I ftand the push of your one thing, that you'll tell.

P. Henry. Why, I tell thee, it is not meet that I fhould be fad now my father is fick; albeit, I could tell to thee; (as to one it pleases me, for fault of a better, to call my friend) I could be fad, and fad indeed too.

Poins. Very hardly, upon fuch a fubject.

P. Henry. By this hand, thou think ft me as far in the Devil's book, as thou and Fuifcuff, for obduracy and perfiftency. Let the end try the man. But, I tell thee, my heart bleeds inwardly that my father is fo fick; and keeping fuch vile company, as thou art, hath in reason taken from me all oftentation of for

'

row.

Poins. The reason?

P. Henry. What would'ft thou think of me, if I fhould weep.

Poins. I would think thee a most princely hypocrite. P. Henry. It would be every man's thought; and thou art a bleffed fellow, to think as every man thinks; never a man's thought in the world keeps the roadway better than thine; every man would think me an hypocrite, indeed. And what excites your moft worshipful thought to think fo?

Poins. Why, because you have feemed fo lewd, and fo much ingraffed to Falstaff.

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P. Henry.

P. Henry. And to thee.

Poins. Nay, by this light, I am well spoken of, I can hear it with mine own ears; the worft they can fay of me is, that I am a fecond brother, and that I am a proper fellow of my hands and thofe two things, I confefs, I cannot help. Look, look, here comes Bardolph.

P. Henry. And the Boy that I gave Falstaff; he had him from me chriftian, and, fee, if the fat villain have not transform'd him ape.

AVE

Enter Bardolph and Page.
Grace.
your

Bard. P. Henry. And yours, most noble Bardolph.

Bard. Come, you virtuous ass, and bafhful fool, muft you be blufhing? wherefore blush you now; what a maidenly man at arms are you become? Is it fuch a matter to get a pottle-pot's maiden-head?

Page. He call'd me even now, my lord, through a red lattice, and I could difcern no part of his face from the window; at laft, I spy'd his eyes, and, methought, he had made two holes in the ale-wive's new petticoat, and peep'd through.

P. Henry. Hath not the boy profited?

Bard. Away, you whorefon upright rabbet, away! 1 Page. Away, you rafcally Althea's dream, away! P. Henry. Inftruct us, boy, what dream, boy? Page. Marry, my lord, Althea dream'd, she was deliver'd of a firebrand; and therefore I call him her dream.

P. Henry. A crowns-worth of good interpretation; there it is, boy. [Gives him money.

Poins. O that this good bloffom could be kept from cankers! well, there is fix pence to preserve thee. Bard. If you do not make him be hang'd among you, the Gallows fhall be wrong'd.

Þ. Henry.

- P. Henry. And how doth thy mafter, Bardolph? Bard. Well, my good lord; he heard of your Grace's coming to town. There's a letter for you.

P. Henry, Deliver'd with good refpect?-and how doth the Martlemas, your Mafter?

Bard. In bodily health, Sir.

Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a physician; but that moves not him; though that be fick, it dies

not.

P. Henry. I do allow this wen to be as familiar with me as my dog; and he holds his place : for, look you, how he writes.

Poins reads. John Falstaff, knight, Every man must know that, as often as he hath occafion to name himself: even like those that are kin to the King, for they never prick their finger but they fay, there is fome of the King's blood Spilt. How comes that? fays he, that takes upon him not to conceive: the answer is as ready as a borrower's cap; I am the King's poor coufin, Sir.

P. Henry. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it from Japhet. But, to the letter:-Sir John Falftaff, knight, to the fon of the King, nearest his father, Harry Prince of Wales, Greeting.

Poins. Why, this is a certificate.

P. Henry. Peace.

I will imitate the honourable Roman in brevity.

Poins. Sure, he means brevity in breath; fhortwinded.

P. Henry. I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with Poins, for he mifufes thy favours fo much, that he fwears, thou art to marry his Sifter Nell. Repent at idle times as thou may'ft, and fo farewel. Thine, by yea and no; which is as much as to Jay, as thou ufeft him. Jack Falftaff with my familiars: John with my brothers and fifters: and Sir John with all Europe.

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Poins.