none. I dispraised 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 abuse, Hal;-none, Ned, none; no, 'faith, boys, none. P. Hen. See now, whether pure fear, and entire cowardice, doth not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to close with us? Is she of the wicked? Is thine hostess here of the wicked? Or is thy boy of the wicked? Or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his nose, of the wicked? Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, answer. Fal. The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecoverable; and his face is Lucifer's privykitchen, where he doth nothing but roast maltworms. For the boy,-there is a good angel about him, but the devil outbids him too. P. Hen. For the women? Fal. For one of them,—she is in hell already, and burns poor souls. For the other, I owe her money, and whether she be damned for that, I know not. Host. No, I warrant you. Fal. No, I think thou art not; I think, thou Marry, there is another indict art quit for that. ment upon thee, for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house, contrary to the law; for the which I think thou wilt howl. Host. All victuallers do so: what's a joint of mutton or two in a whole Lent? P. Hen. You, gentlewoman, Doll. What says your grace? Fal. His grace says that which his flesh rebels against. [Knocking heard. Host. Who knocks so loud at door? look to the door there, Francis. Enter PETO P. Hen. Peto, how now! what news? Peto. The king your father is at Westminster; And there are twenty weak and wearied posts Come from the north: and, as I came along, I met and overtook a dozen captains, Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns, And asking every one for Sir John Falstaff. P. Hen. By Heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame, So idly to profane the precious time When tempest of commotion, like the south Give me my sword and cloak.-Falstaff, good[Exeunt Prince HENRY, POINS, night. PETO, and BARDOLPH. Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the the night, and we must hence, and leave it unpicked. [Knocking heard.] More knocking at the door! Re-enter BARDOLPH How now? what's the matter? Bard. You must away to court, sir, presently; A dozen captains stay at door for you. Fal. [To the Page.] Pay the musicians, sirrah.Farewell, hostess ;-farewell, Doll. You see, my good wenches, how men of merit are sought after : the undeserver may sleep, when the man of action is called on. Farewell, good wenches: if I be not sent away post, I will see you again ere I go. Doll. I cannot speak ;-if my heart be not ready to burst,—well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself. Fal. Farewell, farewell. [Exeunt FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH. Host. Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these twenty-nine years, come peascod-time; but an honester, and truer-hearted man,—well, fare thee well. Bard. [Within.] Mistress Tear-sheet, Host. What's the matter? Bard. [Within.] Bid Mistress Tear-sheet come to my master. Host. O run, Doll, run; run, good Doll, come; [Doll comes blubbered] yea, will you come, Doll? [Exeunt. ACT THIRD SCENE I.-A Room in the Palace Enter King HENRY in his night-gown, with a Page K. Hen. Go, call the Earls of Surrey and of Warwick; But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters And well consider of them. Make good speed. [Exit Page. How many thousands of my poorest subjects And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why, rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody? Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast And in the visitation of the winds Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening clamours in the slippery clouds, To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; |