alse way. It is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words that come with such more than impudent sauciness from you, can thrust me from a level consideration: You have, as it appears to me, practis'd upon the easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made ner serve your uses both in purse and person.

Host. Yea, in truth, my lord.

Ch. Just. 'Pr'ythee, peace :-Pay her the debt you owe her, and unpay the villainy you have done with her; the one you may do with sterling money, and the other with current repentance.

Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without reply. You call honourable boldness, impudent sauciness: if a man will make curt'sy, and say nothing, he is virtuous: No, my lord, my humble duty remember'd, I will not be your suitor; I say to you, I do desire deliverance from these officers, being upon hasty employment in the king's affairs.

Ch. Just. You speak as having power to do wrong; but answer in the effect of your reputation, and satisfy the poor woman.

Are near at hand: the rest, the paper tells.

Fal. As I am a gentleman,

Host, Nay, you said so before.

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

Host. By this heavenly 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 slight drollery, or the story of the prodigal in water-work, is worth a thousand of these bed-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 humour with me; dost not know me? Come, come, I know thou wast set on to this.

Host. 'Pray thee, 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 still.

Host. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown. I hope, you'll come to supper: You 'll pay me all together?

Fal. Will I live?-Go, with her, with her; hook on, hook on.

Host. Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet you at supper ?

Fal. No more words; let 's have her.

[Exeunt Hostess, BARDOLPH, FANG, SNARE, and Page.

Ch. Just. I have heard better news.

Fal. What's the news, my lord?

Ch. Just. Where lay the king to-night?

Gow. At Basingstoke, my lord.

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

my lord?

Ch. Just. Come all his forces back?

Gow: 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. Just. You shall have letters of me presently: Come, go along with me, good master Gower.

Fal. My lord,

Ch. Just. What's the matter?

Fal. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner?

Gow. I must wait upon my good lord here: I thank u, good sir John.

Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being u are to take soldiers up in counties as you go. Fal. Will you sup with me, master Gower?

Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you these anners, sir John?

Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, he was fool that taught them me.---This is the right fencing race, my lord; tap for tap, and so part fair.

Ch. Just. Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a reat fool.

[Exeunt the Chief Justice, Gower, aud FALSTAFF,

An Apartment of the Prince of Wales's in London.
Enter HENRY, Prince of WALES, and POINS.

1. Hen. TRUST, me, I am exceeding weary.
Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought, weari..
ess durst not have attach'd one of so high blood.

P. Hen. 'Faith, it does me; though it discolours he complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth it not show vilely in me, to desire small beer? Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely stuied, as to remember so weak a composition.

P. Hen. Belike then, my appetite was not princely ot; for, by my troth, I do now remember the poor reature, small beer,

Poins. How ill it follows, after you have labour'd o hard, you should talk so, idly! Tell me, how many

good young princes would do so, their fathers being so sick as yours at this time is?

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

Poins. Yes; and let it be an excellent good thing. P. Hen. It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine.

Poins. Go to; I stand the push of your one thing that you will tell.

P. Hen. Marry, I tell thee, it is not meet that I should be sad, now my father is sick; albeit I could tell to thee,-(as to one it pleases me, for fault of a better, to call my friend,) I could be sad, and sad indeed too.

Poins. Very hardly, upon such a subject.

P. Hen. By this hand, thou think'st me as far in the devil's book, as thou, and Falstaff, for obduracy and persistency: But, I tell thee, -my heart bleeds inwardly, that my father is so sick; and keeping such vile company as thou art, hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow.

Poins. The reason?

P. Hen. What wouldst thou think of me, if should weep?

Poins. I would think thee a most princely hypocrite.

P. Hen. It would be every man's thought: every man would think me an hypocrite indeed. - Well, let the end try the man.

Poins. By the mass, here comes Bardolph. P. Hen. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: he had him from me christian; and look, if the fat villain have not transform'd him ape.

Enter BARDOLPH, and Page.

'Bard. 'Save your grace!

P. Hèn. And yours, most noble Bardolph!-And

how doth thy master, Bardolph ?

Bard. Well, my lord. He heard of your grace's

coming to town; there's a letter for you.

P. Hen. Deliver'd with good respect.-And how oth the martlemas, your master?

Bard. In bodily health, sir.

Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a physician : ut that moves not him; though that be sick, it dies ot.

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

Poins. (Reads.) John Falstaff, knight-Every man must know that, as oft as he has occasion to name imself. Even like those that are kin to the king; for hey never prick their finger, but they say, There's me of the king's blood spilt: How comes that? says he, hat takes upon him not to conceive: the answer is s ready as a borrower's cap; I am the king's poor coun, sir.

P. Hen. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will etch it from Japhet. But the letter :

Poins. Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of the ing, nearest his father, Harry prince of Wales, greeting. -Why, this is a certificate.

Poins. I will imitate the honourable Roman in bre ity:he sure means brevity in breath; short-windd.-I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I leave Free. Be not too familiar with Poins; for he misuses hy favours so much, that he swears, thou art to marry is sister Nell. Repent at idle times as thou mayst, and so Farewell -Thine, by yea and no, (which is as much as to ay, as thou usest him,) Jack Falstaff, with my familiars; John, with my brothers and sisters; and sir John, with all Europe.

My lord, I'll steep this letter in sack, and make him at it.

P. Hẹn. That's to make him eat twenty of his words. But do you use me thus, Ned? must I marry our sister?

Poins. May the wench have no worse fortune! ut I never said so.