L. Bard. The question then, lord Hastings,
standeth thus:-

Whether our present five-and-twenty thousand
May hold up head without Northumberland.
Hast. With him, we may.

L. Bard.
Ay, marry, there's the point:
But if without him we be thought too feeble,
My judgment is we should not step too far
Tui we had his assistance by the hand:
For, in a theme so bloody-faced as this,
Conjecture, expectation, and surmise

Of aids uncertain, should not be admitted.
Arch. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph; for, indeed,
It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury.

L Bard. It was, my lord; who lined himself with hope,

Eating the air on promise of supply,

Flattering himself with project of a power
Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts:
And so with great imagination,

Proper to madmen, led his powers to death,
And, winking, leap'd into destruction.

Hust. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope.

L. Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war;-
Indeed the instant action (a cause on foot)
Lives so in hope, as in an early spring
We see the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit,
Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair,
That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build,
We first survey the plot, then draw the model,
And when we see the figure of the house,
Then must we rate the cost of the erection;
Which if we find outweighs ability,

What do we then, but draw anew the model
In tewer offices; or, at least, desist

To build at all? Much more, in this great work,
(Which is, almost to pluck a kingdom down,
And set another up,) should we survey
The plot of situation, and the model;
Consent upon a sure foundation;
Question surveyors; know our own estate,
How able such a work to undergo,
To weigh against his opposito; or clse,
We fortify in paper, and in figures,
Using the names of men, instead of men:
Like one, that draws the model of a house
Beyond his power to build it; who, half through,
Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost
A naked subject to the weeping clouds,
And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.

Hast. Grant, that our hopes (yet likely of fair birth)

hould be still-born, and that we now possess'd

The utmost man of expectation;

I think, we are a body strong enough,
Even as we are, to equal with the king.
L. Bard. What! is the king but five-and-twenty
thousand?

Hast. To us, no more; nay, not so much, lord
Bardolph.

For his divisions, as the times do brawl,

Are in three heads: one power against the French
And one against Glendower; perforce a third
Must take up us: So is the unfirm king
In three divided; and his coflers sound
With hollow poverty and emptiness.

Arch. That he should draw his several strengths together,

And come against us in full puissance,
Need not be dreaded.

Let us on;

Hast. The duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland:
Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Monmouth:
But who is substitute 'gainst the French,
I have no certain notice.
Arch.
And publish the occasion of our arins.
The commonwealth is sick of their own choice,
Their over-greedy love hath surfeited:--
An habitation giddy and unsure

Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
O thou fond many! with what loud applause
Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke,
Before he was what thou wouldst have him be?
And being now trimm'd' in thine own desires,
Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,
That thou provok`st thyself to cast him up.
So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge
Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;
And now thou would'st cat thy dead vomit up,
And howlst, to find it. What trust is in these

times?

They that, when Richard liv'd, would have him die,
Are now become enamor'd on his grave;
Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head,
When through proud London he came sighing on
After the admired heels of Bolingbroke,
Cry'st now, O earth, yield us that king again,
And take thou this! O thoughts of men accurst!
Past, and to come, seem best; things present, worst.
Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on!
Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids be-
gone.
[Exeunt.

SCENE I-London. A Street.

Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's an infinite thing upon my score:-Good mas ter Fang, hold him sure;-good master Snare, let him not escape. He comes continually to Piecorner, (saving your manhoods,) to buy a saddle; and he's indited to dinner to the Lubbar's Head in Lumbert-street, to master Smooth's the silkman:

I pray ye, since my exion is entered, and my case so openly known to the world, let him be brought in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long lean for a poor lone woman to bear: and I have borne, and borne, and borne; and have been fubbed off,

and fubbed off, and fubbed off, from this day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. There should be made an ass, and a beast, to bear every is no honesty in such dealing; unless a woman knave's wrong.

Enter Sir JOHN FALSTAFF, Page, and BARDOLPH. Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your offices, do your offices, master Fang, and master Snare; do me, do me, do me, your offices.

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

Fang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of mis tress Quickly.

Fal. Away, varlets!-Draw, Bardolph; cut me off the villain's head; throw the quean in the channel.

Host. Throw me in the channel? I'll throw thee in the channel. Wilt thou wilt thou? thou bastardly rogue!-Murder, murder! O thou honeysuckle villain! wilt thou kill God's officers, and the king's? O thou honey seed rogue! thou art a honey-seed; a man-queller, and a woman-queller. Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph.

Fang. A rescue! a rescue!

Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two.-Thou wo't, wo't thou! thou wo't, wo't thou? do, do, thou rogue! do, thou hemp-seed!

Fal. Away, you scullion! you rampallion! you fust larian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.

Enter the Lord Chief Justice, attended.

Ch. Just. What's the matter? keep the peace here, ho!

Host. Good my lord, be good to me! I beseech you! Ch. Just. How now, sir John? what, are you brawling here?

Joth this become your place, your time, and business?

Ch. Just. Now, master Gower; What news!
Gow. The king, my lord, and Harry prince of
Wales

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: ard for thy walls, a pretty slight drollery, or the story of the prodigal, or the German hunting in water

Host. O my most worshipful lord, an't please your grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.

Ch. Just. For what sum?

Host. It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all, all I have: he hath eaten me out of house and heine: 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 like to ride the mare, if I have any vantage of ground to get up.

Ch. Just. How comes this, sir John? Fye! what man of good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation? Are you not ashamed 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?

Host. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself, and the money too. Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Whitsun-week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singingman of Windsor: 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 goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us, she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a green wound? And didst thou not, 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 canst. Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she says, upand down the town, that hereldest son is like you: she hath been in good case, and, the truth is, poverty hath distracted her. But for these toolish 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 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, practised upon the easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made her serve your uses both in purse and person. Host. Yea, in troth, my lord.

Ch. Just. Pr'ythee, peace:-Pay her the debt you owe her, and unpay the villany 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 sneaps without reply. You call honorable boldness, impudent sauciness: if a man will make court'sy, and

and these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, if thou canst. Come, an it were not for thy hu mors, there is not a better wench in England.-Go wash thy face, and draw thy action: Come, thou must not be in this humor 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'faith I am loath 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; (Tc BARDOLPH.] 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, Officers,
and Page.

Ch. Just. I have heard better news.
Fal. What's the news, my good lord?
Ch. Just. Where lay the king last 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. must wait upon my good lord here: I thank you, good sir John.

Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, beir g you 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 the-s manners, sir John?

Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, be was a fool that taught them me.-This is the rit fencing grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so part fin Ch. Just. Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a great fool. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. Another Street.
Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS.

P. Hen. Trust me, I am exceeding weary. Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought wear. ness durst not have attached one of so high blooİ, P. Hen. 'Faith, it does me; though it discolas the complexion of my greatness to acknowledza Doth it not show vilely in me, to desi stnall beer'

Porns. Put on two leather jerkins, and aprons and wait upon him at his table as drawers.

P. Hen. From a god to a bull! a heavy descension! it was Jove's case. From a prince to a prentice a low transformation! that shall be mine: for, in every thing, the purpose must weigh with the folly. Follow me, Ned. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Warkworth. Before the Castle. Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, LADY NORTHUMBERLAND, and LADY PERCY.

SCENE IV.-London. A Room in the Boar's Head Tavern, in Eastcheap.

Enter two Drawers.

daughter,

Give even way unto my rough affairs:
Put not you on the visage of the times,
And be, like them, to Percy troublesome.
Lady N. I have given over, I will speak no more:
Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide.
North. Alas, sweet wife, my honor is at pawn;
And, but my going, nothing can redeem it.

Lady P. O, yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars!

The time was, father, that you broke your word,
When you were more endear'd to it than now;
When your own Percy, when my heart's dear
Harry,

Threw many a northward look to see his father
Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.
Who then persuaded you to stay at home?
There were two honors lost; yours, and your son's.
For yours,-may heavenly glory brighten it!
For his-it stuck upon him, as the sun

In the grey vault of heaven: and by his light,
Did all the chivalry of England move

To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
He had no legs, that practised not his gait:
And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Became the accents of the valiant:
For those that could speak low, and tardily,
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To seem like him: So that, in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,

In military rules, humors of blood,

He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion'd others. And him,-0 wondrous

him!

O miracle of men!-him did you leave, (Second to none, unseconded by you,)

To look upon the hideous god of war

In disadvantage; to abide a field,

1 Draw. Why then, cover, and set them down: And see if thou canst find out Sneak's noise; mistress Tear-sheet would fain hear some music. Despatch:-The room where they supped is too hot; they'll come in straight.

2 Draw. Sirrah, here will be the prince, and master Poins anon: and they will put on two of our jerkins, and aprons; and sir John must no know of it: Bardolph hath brought word.

1 Draw. By the mass, here will be old utis: It will be an excellent stratagem.

2 Draw. I'll see, if I can find out Sneak. [Erit. Enter Hostess and DOLL TEAR-SHEET. Host. I'faith, sweet heart, methinks now you are in an excellent good temperality: your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would desire: and Your color, I warrant you, is as red as any rose: But, i'faith, you have drunk too much canaries: and that's a marvellous searching wine, and it perfumes the blood ere one can say,- What's this How do you now?

Doll. Better than I was. Hem.

Host. Why, that's well said; a good heart's worth gold. Look, here comes sir John.

Enter FALSTAFF, singing.

Fal. When Arthur first in court.-Empty the jordan. And was a worthy king: [Exit Drawer.' How now, mistress Doll?

Host. Sick of a calm: yea, good sooth.

Fal. So is all her sect; an they be once in a cal. they are sick.

Doll. You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me?

Fal. You make fat rascals, mistress Doll. Doll. I make them! gluttony and diseases make them; I make them not.

Fal. If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to make the diseases, Doll: we catch of you,

Did seem defensible:-so you left him:
Never, never, do his ghost the wrong,
To hold your honor more precise and nice
With others, than with him; let them alone;
The marshal, and the archbishop, are strong:
Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck,
Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave.

North.

Beshrew your heart, Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from me, With new lamenting ancient oversights. But I must go, and meet with danger there; Or it will seek me in another place, And find me worse provided. Lady N. O, fly to Scotland, Till that the nobles, and the armed commons, Have of their puissance made a little taste. Lady P. If they get ground and vantage of the king,

Then join you with them, like a rib of steel.

To make strength stronger; but for all our loves,
First let them try themselves; so did your son;
He was so suffer'd; so came I a widow;
And never shall have length of life enough,
To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,
That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven,
For recordation to my noble husband.
North. Come, come, go in with me; 'tis with my
mind,

As with the tide swell'd up unto its height,
That makes a still-stand, running neither way.
Fain would I go to meet the archbishop,
But many thousand reasons hold me back:-
1 will resolve for Scotland; there am I,
Till ume and var.tage crave my company.

[Exeunt.

grant that.

Doll. Ay, marry; our chains, and our jewels. Fal. Your brooches, pearls, and owches;—for to serve bravely, is to come halting off, you know: To come off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to surgery bravely; to venture upon the charged chambers bravely:

Doll Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself!

Host. By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two never meet, but you fall to some discord: you are both, in good troth, as rheumatic as two dy toasts; you cannot one bear with another's conrrmities. What the good-year! one must bear, and that must be you: [To DOLL.] you are the weaker vessel, as they say, the emptier vessel.

Doll. Can a weak empty vessel bear such a hoge full hogshead? there's a whole merchant's venture of Bourdeaux stuff in him; you have not seen a hulk better stuffed in the hold.-Come, I'll be friend's with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars; and whether I shall ever see thee again, or no, there is nobody cares.

Re-enter Drawer.

Draw. Sir, ancient Pistol's below, and would speak with you.

come hither: it is the foul-mouth'dst rogue in Doll. Hang him, swaggering rascal! let him no* England.

An apple that will keep two years.

Sneak was a street minstrel: a noise of masionne anciently signified a concert. 7 Merry doings.

Small pieces of orinance. Mrs. Quickly's blunder for goujere, i e una. 1 Ensign.

Hst. If he swagger, let him not come here: no, by my taith; I must live amongst my neighbors; it no swaggerers: I am in good name and tame with the very best:-Shut the door;-there comes Do swaggerers here: I have not lived all this while, to have swaggering now:-Shut the door, I pray you.

Ful. Dost thou hear, hostess?

Hast. Pray you, pacify yourself, sir John; there comes no swaggerers here.

Fel. Dust thou hear? it is mine ancient. Hest. Tilly-ially, sir John, never tell me; your ancient swangerer comes not in my doors. I was teiste master Tisick, the deputy, the other day; and, as he said to me,-it was no longer ago than Wednesday last,-Neighbor Quickly, says he;master Dumb, our minister, was by then;-Neighbur Quickly, says he, receive those that are civil; for, saith he, you are in an ill name;-now he said so, I can tell whereupon; for, says he, you are an nest woman, and well thought on; therefore take eet what guests you receive: Receive, says he, no Buggering companions. There comes none here-you would bless you to hear what he said: -no, Fil no swaggerers.

Fel. He's no swaggerer, hostess; a tame cheater,2 he; you may stroke him as gently as a puppy greybound: he will not swagger with a Barbary hen, if her feathers turn back in any show of resistance. Cali him up, drawer,

He. Cheater, call you him? I will bar no bonest man my house, not no cheater: But I do not love swaggering; by my troth, I am the worse, when one says-swagger: feel, master, how I shake; look you, I warrant you.

Dol. So you do, hostess.

Hot. Do yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere an aspen leal: I cannot abide swaggerers.

Enter PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and Page.

Pist. Save you, sir John!

Ful. Welcome, ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge you with a cup of sack: do you discharge upon mine hostess.

Put. I will discharge upon her, sir John, with two bullets.

Fal. She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall hardly

dead her.

Host. Come, I'll drink no proofs, nor no bullets: I'll drink no more than will do me good, for no man's pleasure, I.

Post. Then to you, mistress Dorothy; I will charge you.

Lol. Charge me? I scorn you, scurvy companD. What! you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! Ian meat for your master.

Pet. I know you, mistress Dorothy.

D. Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy biz, away! by this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basketit stale juggler, you!-Since when, I pray you, sr-What, with two points on your shoulder?

Captain.

D. Captain! thou abominable damned cheater, anthou not ashamed to be called-captain? If Captus were of my mind, they would truncheon you out, for taking their names upon you before you have earned them. You a captain, you slave! Dr what! for tearing a poor whore's ruff in a Edy-house-He a captain! Hang him, rogue! He lives upon mouldy stewed prunes, and dried A captain! these villains will make the word captain as odious as the word occupy; which Was an excellent good word before it was ill-sorted: there, captains had need look to it.

Bun. Pray thee, go down, good ancient.
Fal. Hark thee hither, mistress Doli.

Pist. Not I: tell thee what, corporal Bardolph;-
could tear her:-I'll be revenged on her.
Puge. Pray thee, go down.

Pist. I'll see her damned firs;-to Pluto's damned lake, to the internal deep, with Erebus and tortures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I. Down! down, dogs! down, faitors! Have we not Hiren here! Host. Good captain Peesel, be quiet; it is very late, i'faith: I beseek you now, aggravate you

choler.

Pist. These be good humors, indeed! Shall pock horses,

And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,
Which cannot go but thirty miles a day,
Compare with Cæsars, and with Cannibals,
And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them witt:
King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar.
Shall we tall foul for toys!

Host. By my troth, captain, these are very bitter words.

Bard. Be gone, good ancient: this will grow to a brawl anon.

Pist. Die men, like dogs; give crowns like p Have we not Hiren here?

Host. O' my word, captain, there's none suca here. What the good-year! do you think I would deny her? for God's sake, be quiet. Pist. Then feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis: Come, give's some sack.

Si fortuna me tormenta, sperato me contenta.

Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire: Give me some sack;-and, sweetheart, lie thou there. [Laying down his sword. Come we to full points here; and are et ceteras nothing?

Fal. Pistol, I would be quiet.

Pist. Sweet knight, I kiss thy neif: What! we have seen the seven stars.

Doll. Thrust him down stairs; I cannot endure such a fustian rascal.

Pist. Thrust him down stairs! know we not Galloway nags?1

Fal. Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove groat shilling: nay, if he do nothing but speak nothing, he shall be nothing here.

imbrue?

Bard. Come, get you down stairs. Pist. What! shall we have incision? shall we [Snatching up his sword. Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days!s

Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds
Untwine the sisters three! Come, Atropos, I say!
Host. Here's goodly stuff toward!
Fal. Give me my rapier, boy.

Doll. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw.
Fal. Get you down stairs.

[Drawing, and driving PISTOL Out. Host. Here's a goodly tumult! P'il forswear keeping house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and frights. So; murder, I warrant now.-Alas, alas! put up your naked weapons, put up your naked weapons. [Exeunt PISTOL and BARDOLPH.

Doll. I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal is gone. Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, you. Host. Are you not hurt i' the groin? methought, he made a slirewd thrust at your belly.

Re-enter BARDOLPH.

Fal. Have you turned him ont of doors? Burd. Yes, sir. The rascal's drunk: you have hurt him, sir, in the shoulder.

Fal. A rascal! to brave me!

Doll. Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, poor ape, how thou sweat'st! Come, let me wipe thy face-come on, you whoreson chops:—Ah, rogue! Paith, I love thee. Thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon, and ten times better than the nine worthies. Ah, villain! Fal. A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket.

Doll. Do, if thon darest for thy heart: if thou dost, I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets. Enter Music.

Page. The music is come, sir.

Traitors, rascals.

A quotation from a play of G. Peele's.

7 Blunder for Hannibal.