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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.
have no tongue,
:: P. Henry. And how doth thy mafter, Bardolph?
Bard. Well, my good Lord. He heard of your Grace's cominip to town. There's a letter for you.
P. Henry. Deliver'd with good relpect and how doth the Martlemas, your master. *** Sobey te
Bard. In bodily health, Sir,
Poins. Marry; the immortal part needs a phyfician; but that moves not him ; though thac 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: 'to! Prou, how he writes.
[Gives Poins Poins reads. Fon Falfaff, Knight, ----Everyman must know that as often as he hath occafion to name himself:
: even like those that are kini to the King; for they never prick their finger but they fay, There is fome of the King's blood spilt. How comes that? fays he that takes upon him not to conceive: the answer is as ready as a borrower's cap; I am the King's poor conta
P. Henry. Nay, they will be skin to us, or they will fetch it from Japher. But, to the letter.
Poins. Sir John Falftaff, Knights to the foniof the King, nearest his father, Harry Prince of Walesgigreeting: Why this is a certificate.
P. Henry. Peace. * 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 fo much, that he fewears thou art to marry his fifter. Nell. Repent at idle times as thou maz'st, and for färdwel: Thine, by yea and no which is as much as in fay, las thou useft him. Jack Falstaff with my familiars i John with my brothers and sisters and Sir John with all Europe. My Lord, I will steep this letter in fack, and make him eat it..
36 W16 P. Henry. That's to make him cat plenty.of his words, But do you use me thus, Ned? must I marry your
Meaning M. Brutus, who affected great brevity of style.
Poins. May the wench have no worfe fortune! But I never faid fo.
P. Henry. Well, thus we play the fool with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit 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. Ephesians, 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 fuch kin as the parish-heifers are to the town-bull. Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at fupper? Roins. I am your shadow, my Lord, I'll follow you. P. Henry. Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word
-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 see 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
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
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 rafcally ye-forsooth-knave, to bear a gentleman in hand, and then stand upon security! the whorfon-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