PRINCE. Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your master that I am yet come to town: there's BARD. I have no tongue, sir. PAGE. And for mine, sir, I will govern it. PRINCE. Fare you well; go. [Exeunt BARDOLPH and Page.] This Doll Tearsheet should be some road. POINS. I warrant you, as common as the way between Saint Alban's and London. PRINCE. How might we see Falstaff bestow himself to-night in his true colours, and not ourselves be seen? POINS. Put on two leathern jerkins and aprons, and wait upon him at his table as drawers. PRINCE. From a God to a descension! it was Jove's case. bull? a heavy From a prince to a prentice? a low transformation! that shall be mine; for in every thing the purpose must weigh with the folly. Follow me, Ned. SCENE III. Warkworth. Before the castle. [Exeunt. Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, LADY NORTHUMBERLAND, and LADY PERCY. NORTH. I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle daughter, Give even way unto my rough affairs: LADY N. I have given over, I will speak no more: Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide. NORTH. Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn; And, but my going, nothing can redeem it. LADY P. O yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars! The time was, father, that you broke your word, son's. To do brave acts: he was indeed the glass For those that could speak low and tardily In military rules, humours of blood, He was the mark and glass, copy and book, Second to none, unseconded by you, Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong To hold your honour more precise and nice NORTH. Beshrew your heart, Fair daughter, you do draw my spirits from me But I must go and meet with danger there, And find me worse provided. LADY N. O, fly to Scotland, Till that the nobles and the armed commons Have of their puissance made a little taste. LADY P. If they get ground and vantage of the king, Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, To make strength stronger; but, for all our loves, First let them try themselves. So did your son; He was so suffer'd: so came I a widow; D That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven, NORTH. Come, come, go in with me. 'Tis with my mind As with the tide swell'd up unto his height, I will resolve for Scotland: there am I, SCENE IV. London. The Boar's-head Tavern in Eastcheap. Enter two Drawers. FIRST DRAW. What the devil hast thou brought there? apple-johns? thou knowest Sir John cannot endure an apple-john. The prince SEC. DRAW. Mass, thou sayest true. once set a dish of apple-johns before him, and told him there were five more Sir Johns, and, putting off his hat, said I will now take my leave of these six dry, round, old, withered knights. It angered him to the heart: but he hath forgot that. : FIRST DRAW. Why, then, cover, and set them down and see if thou canst find out Sneak's noise; Mistress Tearsheet would fain hear some music. Dispatch: the room where they supped is too hot; they'll come in straight. SEC. DRAW. Sirrah, here will be the prince and Master Poins anon; and they will put on two of our jerkins and aprons; and Sir John must not know of it: Bardolph hath brought word. FIRST DRAW. By the mass, here will be old Utis: it will be an excellent stratagem. SEC. DRAW. I'll see if I can find out Sneak. [Exit. Enter Hostess and DOLL TEARSHEET. HOST. I' faith, sweetheart, methinks now you are in an excellent good temperality; your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would desire; and your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose, in good truth, la! But, i' faith, you have drunk too much canaries; and that's a marvellous searching wine, and it perfumes the blood ere one can say What's this? How do you now? DOL. Better than I was: hem! HOST. Why, that's well said; a good heart's worth gold. Lo, here comes Sir John. Enter FALSTAFF. FAL. [Singing] When Arthur first in court—Empty the jordan [Exit First Drawer.]-[Singing] And was a worthy king. How now, Mistress Doll! HOST. Sick of a calm; yea, good faith. FAL. So is all her sect; an they be once in a calm, they are sick. DOL. You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me? FAL. You make fat rascals, Mistress Doll. DOL. I make them! gluttony and diseases make them; I make them not. FAL. If the cook help to make the gluttony, you |