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AUG 26 1918
S. GOSNELL, Printer, Little Queen Street, Holborn.
Mr. C. KEMble.
Mr. H. SIDDdons.
KING HENRY IV.
THE SECOND PART.
A Street in London.
Enter Sir JOHN FALSTAFF, and his Page following him, with his sword and buckler.
Fal. SIRRAH, you giant, what
you giant, what says the doctor to
Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy water: but, for the party that ow'd it, he might have more diseases than he knew for.
Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: the brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee, like a sow that hath overwhelm'd all her litter but one. If the prince put thee into my service for any other reason than to set me off, why then I have no judgment. Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to wait at my heels.-What said master Dommelton about the satin for my short cloak, and my slops?
Page. He said, sir, you
procure him better
assurance than Bardolph: he would not take his bond. and yours; he lik'd not the security.
Fal. Let him be damn'd like the glutton may his tongue be hotter A whoreson Achitophel a rascally yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in hand, and then stand upon security!I had as lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth, as offer to stop it with security. I look'd he should have sent me two-and-twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he sends me security.-Well, he may sleep in security; for he hath the horn of abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines through it: and yet cannot he sce, though he have his own lantern to light him. Where's Bardolph ?
Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your worship a horse.
Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in Smithfield: If I could get me but a wife in the stews, I were mann'd, hors'd, and wiv'd.
Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the prince for striking him about Bardolph. Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and two Apparitors. Fal. Wait close, I will not see him. Ch. Just. What's he that goes there? App. Falstaff, an 't please your lordship. Ch. Just. He that was in question for the robbery? Call him back again.
App. Sir John Falstaff!:
Fal. Boy, tell him, I am deaf.
Page. You must speak louder, my master is deaf. Ch. Just. I am sure he is, to the hearing of any thing good.-Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must speak with him.
App. Sir John,————
Fal. What, a young knave, and beg? Is there not wars? is there not employment?
App. You mistake me, Sir.
Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? setting my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had lied in my throat, if I had said so. Hence! avaunt!