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'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame
Of those that turn'd their backs; and in his flight,
Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
Is, that the king hath won, and hath sent out
A speedy power, to encounter you, my lord,
Under the conduct of young Lancaster,
And Westmoreland. This is the news at full.

North. For this I shall have time enough to mourn.
In poison there is physic; and these news,
Having been well, that would have made me sick,
Being sick, have in some measure made me well :
And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken’d joints,
Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,
Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs,
Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with grief,
Are thrice themselves. Hence, therefore, thou nice?

crutch ! A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, Must glove this hand : and hence, thou sickly quoif ! Thou art a guard too wanton for the head, Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit. Now bind my brows with iron; and approach The rugged'st hour that time and spite dare bring, To frown upon th' enrag'd Northumberland. Let heaven kiss earth : now, let not nature's hand Keep the wild flood confin'd: let order die; And let this world no longer be a stage, To feed contention in a lingering act, But let one spirit of the first-born Cain Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, And darkness be the burier of the dead ! Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my

lord. Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your

Mor. The lives of all your loving complices
Lean on your health ; the which, if you give o'er
To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
You cast the event of war, my noble lord,


Weak, petty. 3 This line is omitted in the folio. 4 This and the thirteen lines following, were first printed in the

1 Bend.

And summ'd the account of chance, before you said, -
Let us make head. It was your presurmise,
That in the dole' of blows your son might drop :
You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge,
More likely to fall in, than to get o'er :
You were advis’d, his flesh was capable
Of wounds and scars, and that his forward spirit
Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd;
Yet did you say,-Go forth ; and none of this,
Though strongly apprehended, could restrain
The stiff-borne action : what hath then befallen,
Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth,
More than that being which was like to be ?

Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss,
Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas,
That, if we wrought out life, 't was ten to one;
And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos’d
Chok'd the respect of likely peril feard,
And, since we are o'erset, venture again.
Come, we will all put forth; body, and goods.
Mor. 'T is more than time: and, my most noble

I hear for certain, and dareo speak the truth,
The gentle archbishop of York is up,'
With well-appointed powers : he is a man,
Who with a double surety binds his followers.
My lord your son had only but the corps,
But shadows and the shows of men, to fight;
For that same word, rebellion, did divide
The action of their bodies from their souls,
And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd
As men drink potions, that their weapons only
Seem'd on our side ; but, for their spirits and souls,
This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,
As fish are in a pond. But now, th’ archbishop
Turns insurrection to religion :
Suppos’d sincere and holy in his thoughts,
He's follow'd both with body and with mind,
And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
Of fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones;
Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause;
Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land,

1 Distribution, allotment. 2 Folio: do. 3 This and the twenty lines following, were first printed in the folio.

Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke,
And more, and le:s, do flock to follow him.

North. I knew of this before ; but, to speak truth,
This present grief had wip'd it from my mind.
Go in with me; and counsel every man
The ap'est way for safety, and revenge.
Get posts and letters, and make friends with speed :
Never so few, and never yet more need.

(Eceunt. SCENE II.-London. A Street. Enter Sir John Falstaff, with his Page bearing his

Sword and Buckler. Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my water ?

Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy water; but for the party that owed it, he might have more diseases than he knew for.

Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: the brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee, like a sow that hath overwhelmed 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 whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to wait at my heels. I was never manned with an agate till now : but I will in-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 fledged. I will sooner have a beard grown in the palm of my hand, than he shall get one on his cheek; and yet he will not stick to say, his face is a face-royal. God may finish it when he will, it is not a hair amiss yet : he may keep it still as a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn six-pence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as if he had writ man ever since his father was a bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can assure him.-- What said Master Dumbleton about the satin for my short cloak, and my slops ?

1 Folio : set.

Page. He said, sir, you should procure him better assurance than Bardolph; he would not take his bond and yours: he liked not the security.

Fal. Let him be damned like the glutton : may his tongue be hotter.—A whoreson Achitophel ; a rascally yea-forsooth knave, to bear a gentleman in hand, and then stand upon sccurity!—The whoreson 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 must they stand upon security. I had as lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth, as offer to stop it with security. I looked he should have sent me two and twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he sends 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 lantern to light him.- Where's Bardolph ?

Page. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horse.

Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in Smithfield': an I could get me but a wife in the stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived.

Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and an Attendant. Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the prince for striking him about Bardolph.

Fal. Wait close ; I will not see him.
Ch. Just. What's he that goes there?
Atten. Falstaff, an 't please your lordship.
Ch. Just. He that was in question for the robbery ?

Atten. He, my lord ; but he hath since done good service at Shrewsbury, and, as I hear, is now going with some charge to the lord John of Lancaster.

Ch. Just. What, to York ? Call him back again.
Atten. Sir John Falstaff !
Fal. Boy, tell him I am deaf.
Page. You must speak louder, my master is deaf.
Ch. Just. I am sure he is, to the hearing of any

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1 Buying upon credit. 2" He that marries a wife out of a suspected inn or ale-house, buys a horse in Smithfield, and hires a servant in Paul's, as the diverb (proverb) is, shall likely have a jade to his horse, a knave for his man, an arrant, honest woman for his

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thing good.--Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must speak with him.

Atten. Sir John,

Fal. What ! a young knave, and begging ?' Is there not wars ? is there not employment ? Doth not the king lack subjects ? do not the rebels need? soldiers ? Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side, were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell how to make it.

Atten. You mistake me, sir.

Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man ? setting my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had lied in my throat if I had said so.

Atten. I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and your soldiership aside, and give me leave to tell you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am any other than an honest man.

Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so? I lay aside that which grows to me? If thou get'st any leave of me, hang me: if thou tak’st leave, thou wert better be hanged. You hunt-counter", hence ! avaunt !

Atten. Sir, my lord would speak with you.
Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you.

Fal. My good lord !-God give your lordship good time of day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad : I heard say, your lordship was sick : I hope, your lordship goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time, and I most humbly beseech your lordship to have a reverend care of your health.

Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury.

Fal. An't please your lordship, I hear his majesty is returned with some discomfort from Wales.

Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty.—You would not come when I sent for you.

Fal. And I hear, moreover, his highness is fallen into this same whoreson apoplexy.

Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him.-I pray you, let me speak with you.

Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, * Folio: beg. 2 Folio: want. 3 Following on a wrong scent.

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