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Prince. Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your master that I am yet come to town: there's for your
silence. Bard. I have no tongue, sir. Page. And for mine, sir, I will govern it.
Prince. Fare you well; go. (Exeunt BARDOLPI 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 bull ?
a heavy descension! it was Jove's case. 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. Exeunt.
Warkworth. Before the castle. Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, LADY NORTHUMBERLAND,
and LADY PERCY. North. I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle
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
your word, When you were more endear’d to it than now; When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry, Threw many a northward look to see his father
powers; but he did long in vain. Who then persuaded you to stay at home? There were two honours lost, yours and your son's. For yours,
the God of heaven brighten it! For his, it stuck
him as the sun In the grey vault of heaven, and by his light Did all the chivalry of England move To do brave acts: he was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves : He had no legs that practised not his gait; And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish, Became the accents of the valiant ; For those that could speak low and tardily Would turn their own perfection to abuse, To seem like him: so that in speech, in gait, In diet, in affections of delight, In military rules, humours of blood, He was the mark and glass, copy and book, That fashion’d others. And him, () wondrous him ! O miracle of men ! him did
Second to none, unseconded by you,
the hideous god of war In disadvantage; to abide a field Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name Did seem defensible: so you left him. Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong To hold your honour more precise and nice With others than with him! let them alone : The marshal and the archbishop are strong: Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers, To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck, Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave. North,
Beshrew your heart, Fair daughter, you do draw my spirits from me With new lamenting ancient oversights. But I must go and meet with danger there, Or it will seek me in another place 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; And never shall have length of life enough To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,
That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven,
North. Come, come, go in with me. 'Tis with
As with the tide swell’d up unto his height,
many thousand reasons hold me back. I will resolve for Scotland : there am I, Till time and vantage crave my company. (Exeunt.
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.
Sec. DRAW. Mass, thou sayest true. The prince 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
? 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