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and the money too. Thou didft swear to me on a par. cel-gilt goblet, fitting in my Dolphin chamber, at the round table, by a fea-coal fire, on Wednesday in Whitfun-week, when the Prince broke thy head for likening him to a singing-man of Windsor; thou didit 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 Golip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mass of vinegar; telling us, she had a good dith of prawns; whereby thou did desire to eat fome ; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a green wound ; and didit not thou, when she was gone down stairs, defire me to be no more fo familiarity with such poor people, faying, that ere long they should call me Madain and did it not thou kiss me, and bid me fetch thee thirty thillings? is thee now to thy book-oath ; deny it, if thou canít.

Fal. My Lord, this is a poor mad soul; and the says up and down the town, that hier eldeit son is like you. She hath been in good case, and the truth is, poverty hath distracted her ; but for these foolish officers, I befeech you, I may have redress against them. Ch. Juft. Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted

your manner of wrenching the true eause the false way. It is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words that come with such more than impudent fauci. ness from you, can thruit me from a level confideration. I know you have practis'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 current repentance.

Fal. My Lord, I will not undergo this sneap* with. out reply. You call honourable boldness impudent faucinels : if a man will court'fy and say nothing, he is virtuous. No, my Lord, my humble duty reine ne ber'd, I will not be your suitor: I say to you, I sletire deliverance from there officers, being upon hally employment in the King's ailairs. * A YorkFhire word, for rebuke.

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Ch.71 ft. You speak as having power to do wrong; but answer in the effect your reputation, and satisfy the poor woman. Fal. Come hither, hostess.

[-4fide, SCENE III. Enter Mr. Gower. Ch. Juft. Master Gower, what news ?

Gower. The King, my Lord, and Henry Prince of Are near at hand : the reft the

paper tells. (Wales, 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 humour with me; do'st 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 loath to pawn my plate, in good earnest, la.

Fal. Let it alone, I'll make other shift; you'll be a fool still.

Hoft. 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..

Hoft. Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet you at 'Tupper? Fal. No more words. Let's have her.

[Exeunt Hostess and Serjeant. Ch. juft. I have heard better news. Fal. What's the news, my good Lord. * 1... in water-colours.

Ch. Juft.

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Chant. Where lay the King last night?
Gower. At Bafingitoké, my Lord.
Fal. I hope, my Lord, all's well. What is the news,

my Lord ?

Ch. Jul. 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 shall have letters of me presently.
Come, go along with me, good Mr. Gower.

Fal. My Lord,
Ch. Juft. What's the matter?
Ful. Master Gower, shall 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 soldiers up in the countries as you go.

Fal. Will you sup with me, Master Gower!

Ch. Jilft. What foolish mafter taught you these manfiers, Sir John

Fal. Maiter Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool that taught them me. This is the right fencing grace, my Lord, tap for tap, and Ch. Juft. Now the Lord lighten thee, thou art a


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great fool.

SCE N E IV. Continues in London.

Enter Prince Henry and Poins.
P. Henry. Trust me, I am exceeding weary.

Poins. 'Is iť come to that? I had thought, weariness durft not have attach’d one of fo high blood.

P. Henry. It doth me, though it discolours the complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth it not shew vilely in me' to defire small beer?

Poins. Why, a prince should not be fo loosely studied as to remember fo weak a compofition.

P.Henry. Belike then my appetite was not princely got; for, in troth, I do now remember the poor crea


true, small beer. But, indeed, these humble confiderations make ine out of love with my greatness. “ What

a di grace is it to me to reme'nber thy naine? or to “ know thy face to-rorrow or to take note how

many pair of silk stockings thou haft' (viz. these, " and those that were the peach-colour'd ones); or to “ bear the inventory of thy shirts, as one for fuperfluity, “ and one other for use ? but that the tennis-courtkeeper knows better than ); for it is a low ebb of linen with thee, when thou keepest not racket there, as thou hait pot done a great while, because the rest of thy low countries have made a shift to eat up thy holland. And God knows, whether those that bawl out of the ruins of thy linen, shall inherit his kingdom: but the midwives fay the children are not in the fault; whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are mightily strengthened.

Poins. How ill it follows, after you have labour'd so hard, you should talk so idly? Tell me, how many good young princes would do so, their fathers lying fó fick as your's 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 shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine.

Poins. Go to; I stand 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 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 fad, and fad indeed too.

Poins. Very hardly upon such a subject.

P.Henry. By this hand, thou think'st me as far in the devil's book, as thou and Falstaff, for obduracy and persistency. Let the end try the man. But I tell thee, my heart bleeds inwardly, that my father is to fick; and keeping such vile company as thou art, hath in reason taken from me all oftentation of sorrow.

Poins. The reason?
P. Henry. What would'st thou think of me if I should


Poins. I would think thee a most princely hypocrite. P. Henry. It would be every man's thought; and


thou art a blessed fellow, to think as every man thinks. Never a man's thought in the world keeps the road-way better than thine; every man would think me an hypocrite indeed. And what excites your most worshipful thought to think so ?

Poins. Why, because you have seemed so lewd, and so much ingraffed to Falitaff.

P. Henry. And to thee.

Poins. Nay, by this light, I am well spoken of, I can hear it with mine own ears. The worit they can say of me is, that I am a second brother, and that I am a proper fellow of my hands : and those two things I confefs I cannot help. Look, look, here comes Bardolph.

P. Henry. And the boy that I gave Falttaff. He had him from me Chriitian, and see it the fat villain have not transforın'd him ape.

SCENE V. Enter Bardolph and Page.
Bard. Save your Grace.
P. Henry. And your's, most noble Bardolph,

Bard. Come, you virtuous ats, and ballful fool, mult you be blushing? Wherefore bluth you now. what a maidenly man at arms are you become? Is it such a matter to get a pottle-pot's maidenhead?

Page. He call'd me even now, my Lord, through a red latrice, and I could discern no part of his face from the window; at last I (pv'd his eyes, and methought he had made two holes in the ale-wife's new petticoat, and peep'd through.

P. Henry Hath not the boy profited ?
Bard. Away, you whor cn upright rabbet, away!
Page. Away, you rascally alrea's dream, away!
P. Henry: instruct us, boy, what dream, boy?

Page. Marry, my Lord, Althea dream'd die 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 bim money. Poins. Othat this good blossom could be kept from cankers! well, there is sixpence to preserve thee.

Bard if you do not make him be hang'd among you, the gallows shall be wrong'd.

P. Henry.

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