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'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame
North. For this I shall have time enough to mourn.
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
Weak, petty. 3 This line is omitted in the folio. 4 This and the thirteen lines following, were first printed in the
And summ'd the account of chance, before you said, -
Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss,
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,
North. I knew of this before ; but, to speak truth,
(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.
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.
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
.”—Burton's Anatomy-quoted by Knight. The iddle aisle of St. Paul's Cathedral seems to have been a sort of general exchange.
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.
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.