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s-wench have no worfe fortune! But

thus we play the fool with the time, wie wise sit in the clouds and mock us. e in London?

Lord. -re fups he? doth the old boar feed Ad place, my Lord, in East-cheap. lat company? uns, my Lord, of the old church. p any women with him ?

my Lord, but old Mrs. Quickly, and :-Sheet. håt Pagan may that be?

per gentlewoman, Sir, and a kinswoman Cven fuch kin as the parish-heifers are to

Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at in your shadow, my Lord, I'll follow you.

Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word ter that I am yet come to town. There's ence.

Sir. ad for mine, Sir, I will govern it. y. Fare ye well: go. This Doll Tear-sheet Come road. I warrant you, as common as the way

beAlban's and London. ry. How might we see Falstaff bestow himself in his true colours, and not ourselves be seen?

Put on two leather jerkins and aprons, and on him at his table, as drawers. nry. From a god to a bull? a heavy descent was Jove's cafe. From a prince to a prentice ? ransformation; that shall be mine: for in every the purpose muft weigh with the folly. Follow ed.

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:: P. Henry. And how doth thy mafter, Bardolph?

Bard. Well, my good Lord. He heard of your Grace's cominin to town. There's a letter for yoti.

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

1.0) (č Bard. In bodily health, Sir,

Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a phyfician; 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.

[Gives Poins the letter. Poins roads. John Falfaff, Knight, --Everyman must know that as often as he hath occafion to name himself: even like those that are kin-to the King; for they never priek their finger but they fay, There is fome of the King's blood spilt. How comes that? says he that takes upon him not to conceive: the answer is as ready as a borrower's cap; I am the King's poor code fin, Sir.

P. Henry, Nay, they will beskin to us, or they will fetch it from Japhet. But, to the letter. ... Poins. Sir Joha falfaf, Knight, to the fontof the King, nearest his father, Harry Prince of Wales, grecting. Why this is a certificate.' P. Henry. Peace, s.

Poins. I will imitate the honourable Roman * in brevity. Sure, he means brevity in breath; short-winded: I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I love thee. Be not too familiar with Poins ; for he misuses thy favours much, that he fwears thou art to marry his fifter. Nell. Repent at idle times as thou may'st, and foi farewet Thine, hy yea and no which is as much as itn fay, as thou useft him. Jack Falfiaff with my familiars i John suith

my brothers and filters: and Sir John with all Europe. My Lord, I will steep this letter in fack, and make him eat it.

wote is P. Henry. That's to make him cat plenty.of his words, But do you use me thus, Ned? must I marry your ifter?

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Meaning M. Brutus, who affected great brevity of style.

Mr.Warburgon.

Poins. May the wench have no worfe fortune! But I never faid so.

P. Henry. Well, thus we play the fool with the time, and the spirits of the wise fit in the clouds and mock us. Is your

mafter here in London? Bard. Yes, my Lord.

P. Henry, Where fups he? doth the old boar feed in the old frank?

Bard. At the old place, my Lord, in East-cheap.
P. Henry. What company?
Page. Ephefians, my Lord, of the old church.
P. Henry. Sup any women with him?
Page. Nonę, my Lord, but old Mrs. Quickly, and
Mrs. Doll Tear-sheet.

P. Henry. What Pagan may that be ?
Page. A proper gentlewoman, Sir, and a kinswoman
of my master's.

P. Henry. Even such kin as the parish-heifers are to the town-bull. Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper?

Poins. I am your shadow, my Lord, I'll follow you.

P. Henry. Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word.
to your master that I am yet come to town. There's
for
your

filence.
Bard. I have no tongue, Sir.
Page. And for mine, Sir, I will govern it.

P. Henry. Fare ye well: go. This Doll Tear-sheet hould be some road.

Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way between St. Alban's and London.

P. Henry. How might we fee Falstaff bestow himself to-night in his true colours, and not ourselves be seen?

Poins. Put on two leather jerkins and aprons, and wait upon

him at his table, as drawers. P. Henry. From a god to a bull? a heavy descenfion. It was Jove's cafe. From a prince to a prentice? a low transformation; that shall be mine: for in

every thing, the purpose muft weigh with the folly. Follow

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ed 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 whorson mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to wait at my heels. I was never mann'd with an agot till now: but I will set you neither in gold nor silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back again to your master, for a jewel. The Juvenal, the Prince your master! whose chin is not yet Aedg’d; I will sooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand, than he shall get one on his cheek; yet he will not stick to say, his face is a faceroyal. Heav'n may finish it when it will, it is not a hair amiss yet; he may keep it still as a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn fixpence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as if he had writ man ever since his father was a batchelor. He may keep his own grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can assure him What said Mr. Dombledon, about the fatten for my short cloak and flops ?

Page. He said, Sir, you should procure him better assurance than Bardolph: he would not take his bond and your's, he lik'd not the security.

Fal. Let him be damn'd like the glutton, may his tongue be hotter! a whorson Achitophel, a rascally ye-forsooth-knave, to bear a gentleman in hand, and then stand upon security! the whorson-smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is thorough with them in honest taking up, then they must stand upon security, I had as lief they would put rats-bane in my mouth, as offer to stop it with security. I looked he should have sent me two and twenty yards of fatten, as I am a true knight, and he fends 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 see, though he have his own lanthorn to light him. Where's Bardolph?

Page. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your Worship me a horie.

Fal. I bought him in Paul's *, and he'll buy me a * At that time the resort of idle people, cheats, and knights of

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