jefty, by this light flesh and corrupt blood, thou] ment upon thee, for fuffering flesh to be eaten in art welcome. [Leaning his band upon Doll. thy houfe, contrary to the law; for the which, I Dol. How you fat fool, I fcorn you. think, thou wilt howl. Poins. My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge, and turn all to a merriment, if you take not the heat. P. Henry. You whorefon candle-mine, you, how vilely did you speak of me even now, before this honeft, virtuous, civil gentlewoman ? Hof. 'Bleffing o' your good heart! and fo fhe is, by my troth. Fal. Didft thou hear me? P. Henry. Yes; and you knew me, as you did when you ran away by Gads-hill: you knew, I was at your back: and spoke it on purpose, to try my patience. Fal. No, no, no; not fo: I did not think thou waft within hearing. Hoft. All victuallers do fo: What's a joint of mutton or two, in a whole Lent? P. Henry. You, gentlewoman, Dol. What fays your grace? Fal. His grace fays that which his flesh rebels againft. Heft. Who knocks fo loud at door? look to the door there, Francis. Enter Peto. P. Henry. Peto, how now? what news? P. Henry. I fhall drive you then to confefs the P. Henry. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame, none. Fal. No abufe, Ned, in the world; honeft Ned, I difprais'd him before the wicked, that the wicked might not fall in love with him :—in which doing, I have done the part of a careful friend, and a true subject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it. No abufe, Hal;-none, Ned, none;―no, boys, none. P. Henry. See now, whether pure fear, and entire cowardice, doth not make thee wrong this vire tuous gentlewoman to close with us? Is the of the wicked? Is thine hostess here of the wicked? Or is the boy of the wicked or honeft Bardolph, whofe zeal burns in his nofe, of the wicked? Poins. Anfwer, thou dead elm, answer. Fal. The fiend hath prick'd down Bardolph irrecoverable; and his face is Lucifer's privy-kitchen, where he doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For the boy, there is a good angel about him; but the devil out-bids him too. P. Henry. For the women, Fal. For one of them,-she is in hell already, and burns, poor foul! For the other,-I owe her money; and whether the be damn'd for that, I know not. Hoft. No, I warrant you. Fal. No, I think thou art not; I think, thou art quit for that; Marry, there is another indict When tempeft of commotion, like the south Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morfel of the night, and we must hence, and leave it unpick'd. More knocking at the door?-How now? what's the matter? Bard, You must away to court, fir, presently; a dozen captains stay at door for you. Fal. Pay the musicians, firrah [To the Page].Farewel, hoftefs ;-farewel, Doll. You see, my good wenches, how men of merit are fought after: the undeferver may fleep, when the man of action is call'd on Farewel, good wenches :—If I be not fent away poft, I will fee you again ere I go. Dol. I cannot speak ;-If my heart be not ready to burit :-Well, iweet Jack, have a care of thyfelf. Fal. Farewel, Farewel. [Exeunt Fal. and Bard, Hoft. Well, fare thee well: I have known thee thefe twenty-nine years, come pescod-time; but an honefter, and truer-hearted man,-Weli, fare thee well. Bard. [within.] Mistress Tear-sheet,— Bard. Bid miftrefs Tear-fheet come to my master. SCENE X. Henry. Go, The Palace. ACT I. Enter King Henry in bis night-gown, with a Page. O, call the earls of Surrey and of Warwick; But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read thefe letters, III. And well confider of them: Make good speed.- How many thousand of my poorest subjects * Meaning, thou inexhaustible magazine of tallow. I i Why Why rather, fleep, ly'st thou in smoky cribs, And hufh'd with buzzing night-flies to thy number; And lull'd with founds of fweetest melody? Ente Warwick and Survey. War. Many good morrows to your majesty! K. Henry. Why, then, good morrow to you. Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? V. [kingdom K. Hony. Then you perceive, the body of our How foul it is; what rank difeafes grow, And with what danger, near the heart of it. War. It is but as a body, yet, diftemper'd 4; Which to its former ftrength may be reftor'd, With good advice, and little medicine : My lord Northumberland will foon be cool'd, K. Henry. O heaven! that one might read the book of fate; And fee the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent (Weary of folid firmnefs) melt ittelf Into the fea! and, other times, to fee The beachy girdle of the ocean Would fhut the book, and fit him down and die. 'Tis not ten years gone, Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends, [To Warwick. That I and greatnefs were compell'd to kifs :- War. There is a history in all men's lives, King Richard might create a perfect guess, K. Honey. Are thefe things then neceffities? Are fifty thoufand strong. War. It cannot be, my lord; Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, The numbers of the fear'd :-Please it your grace, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors! O, if this were feen, The happiest youth,-viewing his progrefs through, What perils paft, what crofles to enfue,--- To go to bed; upon my life, my lord, The powers that you already have fent forth, Shall bring this prize in very eafily. To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd This alludes to the watchman fet in garrifon-towns upon fome eminence attending upon an alarum-be'l, which he was to ring out in cafe of fire, or any approaching danger. He had a cafe or box to thelter him from the weather, but at his utmolt peril he was not to ficep whilt he was upon duty. Thefe alarum-bells are mentioned in feveral other places of Shakspeare. 2 Hurly ineans noife, from the French hurler, to howl. 3 Warburton thinks this paffage to be evidently corrupted from happy lowly down; thele two lines making the jult conclufion from what precedid: "1' fleep will fly a king and confort itself with beggars, then happy the lowl, clewn, and untafy the crown'd head." 4 D.. Johnfon obferves, that dilemper (which, according to the old phyfic, is a sifproportionate mixture of humours, or inequality of innate heat and radic: I humidity) is lefs than actual diffe, being only the ftate which foreruns or produces difeafis; and that the difference between difemper and difeife feems to be much the fame as between difpotion and balit 5 Mr. Steevens obferves, that Shakspeare los mittaker, the name of this nobleman. The carldom of Warwick was at this time in the family of he aching, and did rot come into that ofthe Natil till the latter end of the reign of king Henry VI. when it defcended to Anne Beauchamp (ile daughter of the eari here introduced, who was married to Richard Nevit, earl of Salisbury. 6 He refers to King Richard, ASY. Sccar II.; Lut Warwick was not prefent at that converfation. 7 Meaning, receffity. A cer A certain inftance, that Glendower is dead. K. Henry. I will take your counsel : Juftice Shallow's Seat in Gloucestershire. Sil. Good morrow, good coufin Shallow. Shal. And how doth my coufin, your bed-fel Sil. Dead, fir. Shal. Dead!-See, fee !-he drew a good bow; -And dead !-he fhot a fine fhoot :-John of Gaunt lov'd him well, and betted much money on his head. Dead!-he would have clapp'd i' the clout 7 at twelve score; and carry'd you a fore-hand fhaft a fourteen and fourteen and a half, that it would have done a man's heart good to see.How a fcore of ewes now? Sil. Thereafter as they be: a score of good ewes may be worth ten pounds. Shal. And is old Double dead? Enter Bardolph and his Boy. Sil. Here come two of Sir John Falitaff's men, as I think. Bard. Good morrow, honeft gentlemen: I befeech you, which is Juftice Shallow? Shal. I am Robert Shallow, fir; a poor efquire low? and your fairest daughter, and mine, my god-of this county, and one of the king's juftices of the daughter Ellen ? Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, coufin Shallow. peace: What is your good pleasure with me? Bard. My captain, fir, commends him to you; my captain, Sir John Falstaff: a tall gentleman, by Shal. By yea and nay, fir, I dare fay, my coufin William is become a good scholar: He is at Ox-heaven, and a most gallant leader. ford ftill, is he not? Sil. Indeed, fir; to my coft. Shal. He muft then to the inns of court fhortly: I was once of Clement's-inn; where, I think, they will talk of mad Shallow yet. Shal. He greets me well, fir: I knew him a good back-fword man: How doth the good knight? may I afk, how my lady his wife doth ? Bard. Sir, pardon; a foldier is better accommodated, than with a wife. Sil. You were call'd-lufty Shallow, then, coufin. Sha!. It is well faid, fir; and it is well faid inSbal. I was call'd any thing; and I would have deed too. Better accommodated!-it is good; done any thing, indeed, and roundly too. There yea, indeed, is it: good phrafes are furely, and was I, and little John Doit of Staffordshire, and ever were, very commendable. Accommodated } black George Bare, and Francis Pickbone, and Will—it comes of accommodo: very good; a good Squele a Cotswold 2 man,-you had not four fuch phrase 9. fwinge-bucklers 3 in all the inres of court again : and, I may fay to you, we knew where the bona-Phrafe, call you it? By this day, I know not the robas 4 were; and had the beft of them all at commandment. Then was Jack Falftaff, now Sir John, a boy; and page to Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk. Bard. Pardon, fir; I have heard the word. phrafe: but I will maintain the word with my fword, to be a foldier-like word, and a word of exceeding good command. Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they fay, accommodated: or, when a man is,-being,-whereby, he may be thought to be accommodated; which is an excel1lent thing. Sil. This Sir John, coufin, that comes hitlier anon about foldiers? Enter Falstaff. Shal. The fame Sir John, the very fame. faw him break Skogan's 5 head at the court gate, when he was a crack, not thus high: and the Shal. It is very juft :-Look, here comes good very fame day I did fight with one Sampion Stock-Sir John.-Give me your good hand, give me your fish, a fruitcrer, behind Gray's-ian. O, the mad worthip's good hand: By my troth, you look well, days that I have fpent! and to fee how many of and bear your years very well: welcome, good Sir mine old acquaintance are dead! S. We hall all follow, couûn. Shal. Certain, 'tis certain; very fure, very fure; death, as the Pfalmift faith, is certain to all; all John. Fal. I am glad to fee you well, good master Robert Shallow ;-Mafter Sure-card, as I think. Shal. No, Sir John; it is my coufin Silence, in fall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stam-commiffion with me. ford fair? Sil. Truly, coufin, I was not there. Skal. Death is certain-1s old Double of your fown living yet? 1 i. e, the cross. Fal. Good mafter Silence, it well befits you fhould be of the peace. Sil. Your good worthip is welcome. 2 For an account of the Cotswold games, fo famous in Shakspeare's time, fee note 2, p. 46. 3 Swinge-bucklers and fwijk-bucklers were words implying rakes or rioters, in the time of Shakspeare. 4 i. c. ladies of pleafure, or harlots. 5 We learn from a masque of Ben For fon's, that dengan was a fine gentleman, and a master of arts of 'Henry the Fourth's times, that This is an old Iflandic made difguils for the king's fons, and writ in ballad foyardaintily well." 7 i. e. hit the white mark. 8 i. e. fourteen fcore of yards. word, fignifying a boy or child. y Accommodate was a modish term of that time, as Ben Jonfon informs us. have you provided me here half a dozen fufficient men? Shal. Marry, have we, fir. Will you fit? Shal. Where's the roll? where's the roll? Shal. What think you, Sir John? a good-limb'd] fellow young, ftrong, and of good friends. Fal. Is thy name Mouldy? Moul. Yea, an't please you. Fal. 'Tis the more time thou wert us'd. Shal. Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i' faith! things, that are mouldy, lack ufe: Very fingular good!-Well faid, Sir John; very well faid. Fal. Prick him. Moul. I was prick'd well enough before, an you could have let me alone: my old dame will be undone now, for one to do her husbandry, and her drudgery: you need not to have prick'd me; there are other men fitter to go out than I. Fal. Go to; peace, Mouldy, you shall go. Mouldy, it is time you were spent. Fal. Shadow, whofe fon art thou? Shad. My mother's fon, fir. Fal. Thy mother's fon! like enough; and thy father's fhadow: fo the fon of the female is the shadow of the male: It is often fo, indeed; but not much of the father's fubstance. Shal. Do you like him, Sir John? make as many holes in an enemy's battle, as thou haft done in a woman's petticoat? Feeble. I will do my good will, fir; you can have no more. Fal. Well faid, good woman's taylor! well said, courageous Feeble! Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove, or most magnanimous mouse.— Prick the woman's taylor well, mafter Shallow: deep, mafter Shallow. Feeble. I would, Wart might have gone, fir. Fal. I would, thou wert a man's taylor; that thou might'ft mend him, and make him fit to go. I cannot put him to a private foldier, that is the leader of fo many thousands: Let that fuffice, moft forcible Feeble. Feeble. It fhall fuffice, fir. Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. Shal. Peter Bull-calf of the green! Fal. Yea, marry, let us fee Bull-calf. Fal. Truft me, a likely fellow !-Come prick me Bull-calf, 'till he roar again. Bull. Oh! good my lord captain,— Fal. What, doft thou roar before thou art prick'd? Fal. What disease haft thou? Bull. A whorefon cold, fir; a cough, fir; which I caught with ringing in the king's affairs, upon his coronation day, fir. Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown ; we will have away thy cold; and I will take fuch order, that thy friends fhall ring for thee.-Is here all? Shal. There is two more call'd than your num→ ber, you must have but four here, fir ;—and so, I pray you, go in with me to dinner. Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry dinner. I am glad to fee you, in good troth, mafter Shallow. Shal. O, Sir John, do you remember since we Fal. Shadow will ferve for fummer,-prick | lay all night in the wind-mill in St. George's-fields? him; for we have a number of fhadows to fill Fal. No more of that, good master Shallow, no more of that. Shal. Ha, it was a merry night. And is Jane Night-work alive? Fal. She lives, master Shallow. Shal. She could never away 2 with me. Fal. Never, never: fhe would always fay, fhe could not abide master Shallow. Shal. By the mafs, I could anger her to the heart. She was then a bona-roba. Doth the hold her own well? Fal. Old, old, master Shallow. Shal. Nay, the must be old; she cannot chufe but be old; certain, the's old; and had Robin Night-work by old Night-work, before I came to Clement's-inn. Sil. That's fifty-five years ago. Sbal. Ha, coufin Silence, that thou hadft feen Fal. You may but if he had been a man's that that this knight and I have feen!—Ha, Sir taylor, he would have prick'd you.-Wilt thou John, said I well? That is, we have in the mufter-book many names for which we receive pay, though we have not the men. 2 This is an expression of dislike. Fal. Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, And this fame half-fac'd fellow Shadow,—give me mafter Shallow. this man; he prefents no mark to the enemy; the Shal. That we have, that we have, that we foe-man may with as great aim level at the edge have; in faith, Sir John, we have; our watch-of a pen-knife: And, for a retreat,-how swiftly word was, Hem, boys -Come, let's to dinner; will this Feeble, the woman's taylor, run off? O, come, let's to dinner :-, the days that we have give me the fpare men, and spare me the great feen!-Come, come. [Exeunt Falftaff, and fuftices. ones.-Put me a 3 caliver into Wart's hand, Ball. Good mafter corporate Bardolph, ftand Bardolph. my friend; and here is four Harry ten faillings in Bard. Hold, Wart, traverfe; thus, thus, thus. French crowns for you. In very truth, fir, I had Fal. Come, manage me your caliver. So:as lief be hang'd, fir, as go: and yet, for mine own very well :-go to :-very good :—exceeding good; part, fir, I do not care; but, rather, because I am-0, give me always a little, lean, old, chopp'd, unwilling, and, for mine own part, have a defire to stay with my friends; elfe, fir, I did not care, for mine own part, so much. Bard. Go to; ftand afide. Moul. And, good master corporal captain, for my old dame's fake, ftand my friend: the has nobody to do any thing about her, when I am gone; and the is old, and cannot help herself: you shall have forty, fir. Bard. Go to; ftand afide. Feeble. I care not ;-a man can die but once ;we owe God a death;-I'll ne'er bear a base mind--an't be my deftiny, fo: an't be not, fo: No man's too good to ferve his prince; and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for the next. Bard. Well laid; thou'rt a good fellow. [Re-enter Falstaff, and Justices. Fal. Come, fir, which men fhall I have? bald fhot+Well faid, Wart; thou'rt a good fcab: hold, there's a tefter for thee. Shal. He is not his craft's-mafter, he doth not do it right. I remember at Mile-end green, when I lay at Clement's-inn, (I was then Sir Dagonet 5 in Arthur's fhow) there was a little quiver fellow, and 'a would manage you his piece thus: and 'a would about, and about, and come you in, and come you in: rah, tab, tab, would 'a fay; bounce, would 'a fay; and away again would 'a go, and again would 'a come;-I fhall never fee fuch a fellow. Fal. These fellows will do well, mafter Shallow.-God keep you, mafter Silence; I will not ufe many words with you :-Fare you well, gentlemen both: I thank you: I must a dozen mile to-night.Bardolph, give the foldiers coats. Shal. Sir John, heaven bless you, and prosper your affairs, and fend us peace! As you return, vifit my houfe; let our old acquaintance be renew'd: Bard. Sir, a word with you:-I have three peradventure I will with you to the court. pound to free Mouldy and Bull-calf. Fal. Go to; well. Shal. Come, Sir John, which four will you have? and Shadow. Fal. Mouldy, and Bull-calf: For you, Mouldy, stay at home till you are paft fervice :-and, for your part, Bull-calf,-grow 'till you come unto it; I will none of you. Fal. I would you would, mafter Shallow. Shal. Go to; I have ipoke, at a word. Fare you well. [Exeunt Shallow and Silence. Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen.- -On, Bardolph; lead the men away.-[Exeunt Bardolph, Recruits, &c.As I return, I will fetch off thefe juftices: I do fee the bottom of justice Shallow. Lord, lord, how fubject we old men are to this vice of lying! This fame starv'd justice hath done no thing but prate to me of the wildness of his youth, and the feats he hath done about Turnbull-street"; and every third word a lie, duer paid to the hearer than the Turk's tribute. I do remember him at Fal. Will you tell me, mafter Shallow, how to Clement's-inn, like a man made after fupper of a chufe a man? Care I for the limb, the thewes', cheefe-paring: when he was naked, he was, for the ftature, bulk, and big affemblance of a man? all the world, like a fork'd radish, with a head fangive me the fpirit, mafter Shallow.-Here's Wart; taftically carv'd upon it with a knife: he was fo —you see what a ragged appearance it is: he fhall forlorn, that his dimensions to any thick fight were charge you, and discharge you, with the motion of invifible: he was the very Genius of famine; yet a pewterer's hammer; come off, and on, fwifter lecherous as a monkey, and the whores call'd him than he that gibbets-on the brewer's bucket 2.mandrake: he came ever in the rear-ward of Shal. Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong; they are your likeliest men, and I would have you ferv'd with the best. i. c. the mufcular ftrength or appearance of manhood. 2 That is, fwifter than he who carries beer from the vat to the barrel, in buckets hung upon a gibbet or beam creffing his fhoulders. 3 A hand-gun. 4 Shot is used for fhooter, one who is to fight by shooting. 5 Dr. Johnfon obferves, that the ftory of Sir Dagonet is to be found in La Mort d'Arthure, an old romance much celebrated in our author's time, or a little before it. In this romance Sir Dagonet is king Arthur's fool (Dr. Warburton fays, his fquire). Shak fpeare would not have fhewn his Justice capable of representing any higher character. 6 Turnbull or Turnmill-fireet is near Cow-Crois, Weft Smithfield, which was formerly called Ruffian's Hall, where turbulent fellows met to try their skill at fword and buckJery and was notorious for the number of its houses of ill-fame. the |