Call him back again. Boy, tell him I am deaf. You must speak louder; my master is deaf. I am sure he is, to the hearing of anything good. Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must speak with him. Is there not wars? 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.
You mistake me, sir. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? 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. I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that which grows to me! If thou gettest any leave of me, hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert better be hanged. Sir, my lord would speak with you. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you.
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.
Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury. An 't please your lordship, I hear his majesty is returned with some discomfort from Wales. I talk not of his majesty: And I hear, moreover, his highness is fall'n into this same whoreson apoplexy. Well God mend him! I pray you, let me speak with you. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, an 't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling.
What tell you me of it? It hath it original from much grief, from study and perturbation of the brain: I have read the cause of his effects in Galen: I think you are fallen into the disease, for you hear not what I say to you. Very well, my lord, very well: To punish you by the heels would amend the attention of your ears; and I care not if I do become your physician. I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient: I sent for you, when there were matters against you for your life, to come speak with me.
As I was then advised by my learned counsel in the laws of this land-service, I did not come. Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infamy. He that buckles himself in my belt cannot live in less. Your means are very slender, and your waste is great. I would it were otherwise; I would my means were greater, and my waist slenderer.
You have misled the youthful prince. The young prince hath misled me: I am the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog. Well, I am loath to gall a new-healed wound: But since all is well, keep it so: To wake a wolf is as bad as smell a fox. A wassail candle, my lord, all tallow: There is not a white hair in your face but should have his effect of gravity. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy. You follow the young prince up and down, like his ill angel. Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light; but I hope he that looks upon me will take me without weighing: Virtue is of so little regard in these costermonger times that true valour is turned bear-herd; pregnancy is made a tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in giving reckonings: You that are old consider not the capacities of us that are young; you do measure the heat of our livers with the bitterness of your galls: Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?
Have you not a moist eye? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John! My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the afternoon, with a white head and something a round belly. For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of anthems. To approve my youth further, I will not: For the box of the ear that the prince gave you, he gave it like a rude prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. I have checked him for it, and the young lion repents; marry, not in ashes and sackcloth, but in new silk and old sack.
Well, God send the prince a better companion! God send the companion a better prince! I cannot rid my hands of him. Well, the king hath severed you and Prince Harry: Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady Peace at home, that our armies join not in a hot day; for, by the Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily: There is not a dangerous action can peep out his head but I am thrust upon it: If ye will needs say I am an old man, you should give me rest.
I would to God my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is: I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. Well, be honest, be honest; and God bless your expedition! Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to furnish me forth? Not a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient to bear crosses. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle.
A man can no more separate age and covetousness than 'a can part young limbs and lechery: What money is in my purse? Seven groats and two pence. I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: Go bear this letter to my Lord of Lancaster; this to the prince; this to the Earl of Westmoreland; and this to old Mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived the first white hair of my chin.
A good wit will make use of any thing: I will turn diseases to commodity. Thus have you heard our cause and known our means; And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes: And first, lord marshal, what say you to it? I well allow the occasion of our arms; But gladly would be better satisfied How in our means we should advance ourselves To look with forehead bold and big enough Upon the power and puissance of the king. Our present musters grow upon the file To five and twenty thousand men of choice; And our supplies live largely in the hope Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns With an incensed fire of injuries.
The question then, Lord Hastings, standeth thus: Whether our present five and twenty thousand May hold up head without Northumberland? With him, we may.
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Yea, marry, there 's the point: But if without him we be thought too feeble, My judgement is, we should not step too far Till we had his assistance by the hand; For in a theme so bloody-faced as this Conjecture, expectation, and surmise Of aids incertain should not be admitted. It was, my lord; who lined himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply, Flattering himself in project of a power Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts: And so, with great imagination Proper to madmen, led his powers to death And winking leap'd into destruction.
But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt To lay down likelihoods and forms of hope. Yes, if this present quality of war, Indeed the instant action: When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; And when we see the figure of the house, Then we must rate the cost of the erection; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at least desist To build at all? Much more, in this great work, Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down And set another up, should we survey The plot of situation and the model, Consent upon a sure foundation, Question surveyors, know our own estate, How able such a work to undergo, To weigh against his opposite; or else We fortify in paper and in figures, Using the names of men instead of men; Like one that draws the model of a house Beyond his power to build it; who, half through, Gives o'er and leaves his part-created cost A naked subject to the weeping clouds And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.
Grant that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth, Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd The utmost man of expectation, I think we are a body strong enough, Even as we are, to equal with the king. What, is the king but five and twenty thousand? To us no more; nay, not so much, Lord Bardolph. For his divisions, as the times do brawl, Are in three heads: That he should draw his several strengths together And come against us in full puissance, Need not be dreaded. If he should do so, He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh Baying him at the heels: Who is it like should lead his forces hither?
But who is substituted 'gainst the French, I have no certain notice. Let us on, And publish the occasion of our arms. The commonwealth is sick of their own choice; Their over-greedy love hath surfeited: An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. O thou fond many, with what loud applause Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke, Before he was what thou wouldst have him be!
And being now trimm'd in thine own desires, Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him, That thou provokest thyself to cast him up. So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard; And now thou wouldst eat thy dead vomit up, And howl'st to find it.
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What trust is in these times? They that, when Richard lived, would have him die, Are now become enamour'd on his grave: Thou that threw'st dust upon his goodly head When through proud London he came sighing on After the admired heels of Bolingbroke, Criest now "O earth, yield us that king again, And take thou this! Past and to come seems best; things present worst. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on? We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone. Master Fang, have you entered the action? Where 's your yeoman?
Is 't a lusty yeoman? Sirrah, where 's Snare? Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff. Yea, good Master Snare; I have entered him and all. It may chance cost some of our lives, for he will stab. If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust. No, nor I neither: I'll be at your elbow. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he 's an infinitive thing upon my score.
Good Master Fang, hold him sure: A' comes continuantly to Pie-corner--saving your manhoods--to buy a saddle; and he is indited to dinner to the Lubber's-head in Lumbert Street, to Master Smooth's the silkman: I pray ye, since my exion is entered and my case so openly known to the world, let him be brought in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long one for a poor lone woman to bear: There is no honesty in such dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass and a beast, to bear every knave's wrong.
Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your offices, do your offices, Master Fang and Master Snare, do me, do me, do me your offices. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mistress Quickly. Throw me in the channel! I'll throw thee in the channel.
Ah, thou honey-suckle villain! Ah, thou honey-seed rogue! Keep them off, Bardolph. Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou wo't, wo't thou? I'll tickle your catastrophe. What is the matter? Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, stand to me. How now, Sir John! Doth this become your place, your time and business? You should have been well on your way to York. Stand from him, fellow: O my most worshipful lord, an't please your grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.
It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all, all I have. He hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his: I think I am as like to ride the mare, if I have any vantage of ground to get up. How comes this, Sir John? Are you not ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so rough a course to come by her own? What is the gross sum that I owe thee? Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself and the money too. Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife.
Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly? Coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us she had a good dish of prawns, whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told thee they were ill for green wound? And didst thou not, when she was gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so familiarity with such poor people; saying that ere long they should call me madam? And didst thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy book-oath: My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she says up and down the town that her eldest son is like you: But for these foolish officers, I beseech you I may have redress against them.
Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. It is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words that come with such more than impudent sauciness from you, can thrust me from a level consideration: Yea, in truth, my lord. Pay her the debt you owe her, and unpay the villany you have done her: My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without reply.
You call honourable boldness impudent sauciness: I say to you, I do desire deliverance from these officers, being upon hasty employment in the king's affairs. You speak as having power to do wrong: Now, Master Gower, what news? The king, my lord, and Harry Prince of Wales Are near at hand: As I am a gentleman. Faith, you said so before. Come, no more words of it.
By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must be fain to pawn both my plate and the tapestry of my dining-chambers. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking: Let it be ten pound, if thou canst. Come, an 'twere not for thy humours, there's not a better wench in England.
Go, wash thy face, and draw the action. Come, thou must not be in this humour with me; dost not know me? Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles: Let it alone; I'll make other shift: Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown. I hope you'll come to supper. You'll pay me all together? Will you have Doll Tearsheet meet you at supper? No more words; let 's have her. I have heard better news. What 's the news, my lord? Where lay the king last night? At Basingstoke, my lord. I hope, my lord, all 's well: Come all his forces back? No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse, Are march'd up to my Lord of Lancaster, Against Northumberland and the Archbishop.
Comes the king back from Wales, my noble lord? You shall have letters of me presently: Come, go along with me, good Master Gower. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner? I must wait upon my good lord here; I thank you, good Sir John. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to take soldiers up in counties as you go.
Will you sup with me, Master Gower? What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John? Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool that taught them me. This is the right fencing grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so part fair. Now the Lord lighten thee! Before God, I am exceeding weary.
Is 't come to that? I had thought weariness durst not have attach'd one of so high blood. Faith, it does me; though it discolours the complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth it not show vilely in me to desire small beer? Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied as to remember so weak a composition.
Belike then my appetite was not princely got; for, by my troth, I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. But, indeed, these humble considerations make me out of love with my greatness. What a disgrace is it to me to remember thy name! But that the tennis-court-keeper knows better than I; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee when thou keepest not racket there; as thou hast not done a great while, because the rest of thy low countries have made a shift to eat up thy holland: How ill it follows, after you have laboured so hard, you should talk so idly! Tell me, how many good young princes would do so, their fathers being so sick as yours at this time is?
Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins? Yes, faith; and let it be an excellent good thing. It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine. Go to; I stand the push of your one thing that you will tell. Marry, I tell thee it is not meet that I should be sad, now my father is sick: Very hardly upon such a subject. By this hand, thou thinkest me as far in the devil's book as thou and Falstaff for obduracy and persistency: But I tell thee, my heart bleeds inwardly that my father is so sick: What wouldst thou think of me, if I should weep?
I would think thee a most princely hypocrite. It would be every man's thought; and thou art a blessed fellow to think as every man thinks: And what accites your most worshipful thought to think so? Why, because you have been so lewd and so much engraffed to Falstaff. By this light, I am well spoke on; I can hear it with mine own ears: By the mass, here comes Bardolph. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: God save your grace! And yours, most noble Bardolph! Come, you virtuous ass, you bashful fool, must you be blushing? What a maidenly man-at-arms are you become! Is 't such a matter to get a pottle-pot's maidenhead?
Has not the boy profited? Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away! Away, you rascally Althaea's dream, away! Instruct us, boy; what dream, boy? Marry, my lord, Althaea dreamt she was delivered of a fire-brand; and therefore I call him her dream.
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A crown's worth of good interpretation: O, that this blossom could be kept from cankers! Well, there is sixpence to preserve thee. An you do not make him hanged among you, the gallows shall have wrong. And how doth thy master, Bardolph? He heard of your grace's coming to town: Deliver'd with good respect.
And how doth the martlemas, your master? In bodily health, sir. Marry, the immortal part needs a physician; but that moves not him: I do allow this wen to be as familiar with me as my dog; and he holds his place; for look you how he writes. The answer is as ready as a borrower's cap, "I am the king's poor cousin, sir. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it from Japhet.
But to the letter: Be not too familiar with Poins; for he misuses thy favours so much, that he swears thou art to marry his sister Nell. Repent at idle times as thou mayest; and so, farewell. That 's to make him eat twenty of his words. But do you use me thus, Ned? God send the wench no worse fortune! But I never said so.
Is't such a matter to get a pottle-pot's maidenhead? At last I spied his eyes and methought he had made two holes in the ale-wife's petticoat and so peeped through. Marry, my lord, Althea dreamt she was delivered of a firebrand, and therefore I call him her dream. O that this blossom could be kept from cankers!
An you do not make him hanged among you, the gallows shall have wrong. Well, my lord, he heard of your grace's coming to town. There's a letter for you. Delivered with good respect. And how doth the Martlemas your master? Marry, the immortal part needs a physician, but that moves not him; though that be sick, it dies not.
I do allow this wen to be as familiar with me as my dog, and he holds his place, for look you how he writes. The answer is as ready as a borrowed cap: Nay they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it from Japhet. Be not too familiar with Poins, for he misuses thy favors so much that he swears thou art to marry his sister Nell. My lord, I'll steep this letter in sack and make him eat it. That's to make him eat twenty of his words. But do you use me thus, Ned? Must I marry your sister?
God send the wench no worse fortune, but I never said so. Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. Doth the old boar feed in the old frank? A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kinswoman of my master's. Even such kin as the parish heifers are to the town bull. Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper?
Sirrah, you, boy, and Bardolph, no word to your master that I am yet come to town. There's for your silence. This Doll Tearsheet should be some road. I warrant you, as common as the way between Saint Albans and London. How might we see Falstaff bestow himself tonight in his true colors, and not ourselves be seen? Put on two leathern jerkins and aprons, and wait upon him at his table as drawers.
From a god to a bull: From a prince to a prentice: He was indeed the glass.
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So that in speech, in gait,. And him -- O wondrous! Him, did you leave,. Have talked of Monmouth's grave. And find me worse provided. O fly to Scotland,. So did your son;. What the devil hast thou brought there: Mass, thou sayst 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. Why then, cover, and set them down; and see if thou canst find out Sneak's noise. Mistress Tearsheet would fain hear some music. 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. By the mass here will be old utis! It will be an excellent stratagem. I'faith, sweetheart, methinks now you are in an excellent good temperality. Your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would desire, and your color, 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 marvelous searching wine, and it perfumes the blood ere one can say, "what's this?
Why that's well said. A good heart's worth gold. Lo, here comes Sir John. So is all her sect; an they be once in a calm they are sick. Gluttony and diseases make them, I make them not. If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to make the diseases, Doll. We catch of you, Doll, we catch of you; grant that, my poor virtue, grant that. Your brooches, pearls, and ouches -- for to serve bravely is to come halting off, you know; to come off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to surgery bravely; to venture upon the charged chambers bravely Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang By my troth, this is the old fashion.
You two never meet but you fall to some discord. You are both, i'good truth, as rheumatic as two dry toasts; you cannot one bear with another's confirmities. Can a weak, empty vessel bear such a huge full hogshead? There's a whole merchant's venture of Bordeaux stuff in him; you have not seen a hulk better stuffed in the hold. Thou art going to the wars, and whether I shall ever see thee again or no there is nobody cares. Sir, Ancient Pistol's below, and would speak with you. Hang him, swaggering rascal, let him not come hither.
If he swagger, let him not come here. No, by my faith, I must live among my neighbours. I am in good name and fame with the very best. I have not lived all this while to have swaggering now. Shut the door, I pray you. Pray ye pacify yourself Sir John, there comes no swaggerers here. Tilly-fally, Sir John, ne'er tell me. And your ancient swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before Master Tisick, the deputy, t'other day, and, as he said to me -- 'twas no longer ago than Wednesday last, i'good faith -- "neighbor Quickly," says he -- Master Dumb our minister was by then -- "neighbor Quickly," says he, "receive those that are civil, for," said he, "you are in an ill name.
Receive," says he, "no swaggering companions. You would bless you to hear what he said. No, I'll no swaggerers. He's no swaggerer, hostess: You may stroke him as gently as a puppy greyhound, he'll not swagger with a Barbary hen, if her feathers turn back in any show of resistance. Call him up, Drawer. Cheater call you him? I will bar no honest man my house, nor no cheater, but I do not love swaggering, by my troth.
Yea, in very truth do I, an 'twere an aspen leaf. I cannot abide swaggerers. Here Pistol, I charge you with a cup of sack; do you discharge upon mine hostess. She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall not hardly offend her. Come, I'll drink no proofs, nor no bullets. I'll drink no more than will do me good, for no man's pleasure, I. I scorn you, scurvy companion. What, you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away; I am meat for your master. Away, you cutpurse rascal, you filthy bung, away!
Away, you bottle-ale rascal, you basket-hilt stale juggler, you! Since when, I pray you sir? God's light, with two points on your shoulder? I would not have you go off here: Thou abominable damned cheater, art thou not ashamed to be called captain? An captains were of my mind, they would truncheon you out for taking their names upon you before you have earned them. You slave, for what? For tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy house? Hang him, rogue, he lives upon mouldy stewed prunes and dried cakes. God's light, these villains will make the word as odious as the word "occupy," which Therefore captains had need look to't.
I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could tear her. I'll be revenged of her. Have we not Hiren here? Good Captain Peesel be quiet, 'tis very late i'faith. I beseek you now, aggravate your choler. Shall we fall foul for toys? Be gone, good ancient; this will grow to a brawl anon. O' my word, captain, there's none such here. What the goodyear, do you think I would deny her? For god's sake, be quiet. No, let the fiend give fire!
And are etceteras nothings? Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf. What, we have seen the seven stars. For god's sake thrust him downstairs. I cannot endure such a fustian rascal. Know we not Galloway nags? Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groat shilling. Nay, an 'a do nothing but speak nothing, 'a shall be nothing here. Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear keeping house afore I'll be in these tirrits and frights. So, murder, I warrant now.
I pray thee, Jack, be quiet. Ah, you whoreson, little, valiant villain, you! Are you not hurt i'th' groin? Methought 'a made a shrewd thrust at your belly. Yea, sir; the rascal's drunk. You have hurt him, sir, i'th' shoulder.
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Ah, you sweet little rogue, you. Alas, poor ape, how thou sweatst. Come, let me wipe thy face. Come on, you whoreson chops. Ah, rogue, i'faith I love thee. Thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon, and ten times better than the nine Worthies. Do, an thou dar'st for thy heart.
An thou dost, I'll canvas thee between a pair of sheets. Let them play -- play, sirs. Sit on my knee, Doll. A rascal bragging slave! The rogue fled from me like quicksilver. I'faith, and thou followdst him like a church, thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boarpig. When wilt thou leave fighting a days and foining a nights, and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven?
Peace good Doll, do not speak like a death's head; do not bid me remember mine end. A good shallow young fellow. He, a good wit? His wit's as thick as Tewksbury mustard; there's no more conceit in him than is in a mallet. Because their legs are both of a bigness, and 'a plays at quoits well, and eats conger and fennel, and drinks off candles' ends for flap-dragons, and rides the wild mare with the boys, and jumps upon joint-stools, and swears with a good grace, and wears his boots very smooth like unto the sign of the leg, and breeds no bate with telling of discreet stories, and such other gambol faculties 'a has that show a weak mind and an able body, for the which the prince admits him; for the prince himself is such another: Look whe'er the withered elder hath not his poll clawed like a parrot.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance? Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction? What says th'almanac to that? And look whether the fiery Trigon, his man, be not lisping to his master's old tables, his notebook, his counsel- keeper? I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young boy of them all. What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receive money o'Thursday; shalt have a cap tomorrow.
Come, it grows late; we'll to bed. Thou'lt forget me when I am gone. By my troth, thou'lt set me a weeping an thou sayst so. Well, hearken a'th'end. A bastard son of the king's? And art not thou Poins, his brother? Why, thou globe of sinful continents, what a life dost thou lead? A better than thou: I am a gentleman, thou art a drawer. Very true sir, and I come to draw you out by the ears. O the lord preserve thy grace! By my troth, welcome to London. Now the lord bless that sweet face of thine. O Jesu, are you come from Wales? Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty!
By this light flesh, and corrupt blood, thou art welcome. My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge, and turn all to a merriment if you take not the heat. God's blessing of your good heart, and so she is by my troth. Yea, and you knew me as you did when you ran away by Gad's Hill; you knew I was at your back, and spoke it on purpose to try my patience. No, no, no, not so; I did not think thou wast within hearing. I shall drive you then to confess the wilful abuse, and then I know how to handle you.
Not to dispraise me, and call me pantler and breadchipper, and I know not what? No abuse, Ned, i'th'world, honest Ned, none. I dispraised him before the wicked, [To the prince] that the wicked might not fall in love with thee; 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. 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? The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecoverable, and his face is Lucifer's privy kitchen, where he doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For the boy, there is a good angel about him, but the devil blinds him too. For one of them, she's in hell already, and burns poor souls. For th'other, I owe her money, and whether she be damned for that I know not.
No, I think thou art not. I think thou art quit for that. Marry, there is another indictment upon thee, for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house, contrary to the law, for the which I think thou wilt howl. All victuallers do so, what's a joint of mutton or two in a whole Lent? Who knocks so loud at door? Look to'th'door there, Francis. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence and leave it unpicked. 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.
If my heart be not ready to burst! Well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself.
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- John Phillips (John, The Wolf King of L.A.).
Well, fare thee well. I have known thee these twenty nine years come peasecod-time, but an honester and truer- hearted man -- well, fare thee well. O run Doll, run, run, good Doll. Will you come Doll? Then happy low lie down,. Is it good morrow lords? O if this were seen,. It is but eight years since. But which of you was by? Are these things then necessities? Are fifty thousand strong. It cannot be my lord. Please it your grace. Upon my soul, my lord,. I will take your counsel,. Come on, come on, come on, sir, give me your hand, sir, give me your hand sir. An early stirrer, by the rood! And how doth my good cousin Silence?
And how doth my cousin your bedfellow? By yea and no sir. I dare say my cousin William is become a good scholar. He is at Oxford still, is he not? I was once of Clement's Inn, where I think they will talk of mad Shallow yet. By the mass I was called anything, and I would have done anything indeed too, and roundly too. You had not four such swinge-bucklers in all the Inns o'Court again.
And I may say to you, we knew where the bona robas were and had the best of them all at commandment. This Sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon about soldiers? The same Sir John, the very same. I see him break Skoggin's head at the Court gate, when 'a was a crack, not thus high; and the very same day did I fight with one Samson Stockfish, a fruiterer, behind Gray's Inn.
Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I have spent! And to see how many of my old acquaintance are dead. Certain, 'tis certain; very sure, very sure. Death, as the psalmist saith, is certain to all. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair? Is old Double of your town living yet? John o'Gaunt loved him well, and betted much money on his head. How a score of ewes now? Thereafter as they be; a score of good ewes may be worth ten pounds. Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men, as I think. I am Robert Shallow sir, a poor esquire of this county, and one of the king's justices of the peace.
What is your pleasure with me? My captain, sir, commends him to you -- my captain, Sir John Falstaff, a tall gentleman, by heaven, and a most gallant leader. He greets me well, sir. I knew him a good backsword man. How doth the good knight? May I ask how my lady his wife doth? Sir, pardon, a soldier is better accommodated than with a wife. It is well said, in faith sir, and it is well said indeed too. Good phrases are surely, and ever were, very commendable.
Pardon me sir, I have heard the word -- "phrase" call you it? By this good day, I know not the phrase, but I will maintain the word with my sword to be a soldier-like word, and a word of exceeding good command, by heaven. It is very just. Look, here comes good Sir John, give me your good hand, give me your worship's good hand. I am glad to see you well, good Master Robert Shallow. No, Sir John, it is my cousin Silence, in commission with me. Good Master Silence, it well befits you should be of the peace. Fie, this is hot weather, gentlemen. Have you provided me here half a dozen sufficient men?
Where's the roll? Let me see, let me see, so, so, so, so, so, so, so. Yea, marry, sir -- Rafe Moldy! Let me see, where is Moldy? What think you Sir John? A good limbed fellow, young, strong, and of good friends. Ha, ha, ha, most excellent i'faith: Very singular good, in faith. Well said, Sir John, very well said.
I was pricked well enough before, an you could have let me alone. My old dame will be undone now for one to do her husbandry, and her drudgery. You need not to have pricked me: Go to; peace Moldy, you shall go, Moldy. It is time you were spent. Peace fellow, peace, stand aside. Know you where you are? For th'other, Sir John. Let me see -- Simon Shadow! Yea, marry, let me have him to sit under, he's like to be a cold soldier. Like enough, and thy father's shadow: Shadow will serve for summer.
Prick him, for we have a number of shadows fill up the muster book. It were superfluous, for his apparel is built upon his back, and the whole frame stands upon pins. Prick him no more. Ha, ha, ha, you can do it sir, you can do it. I commend you well. You may, but if he had been a man's tailor he'd ha'pricked you.
Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemy's battle, as thou hast done in a woman's petticoat? Well said, good woman's tailor. Well said, courageous Feeble! Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove, or most magnanimous mouse. Prick the woman's tailor well, Master Shallow, deep, Master Shallow. I would thou wert a man's tailor, that thou mightst mend him and make him fit to go. I cannot put him to a private soldier, that is the leader of so many thousands. Let that suffice, most forcible Feeble. Come, prick Bullcalf till he roar again.
A whoreson cold, sir, a cough, sir, which I caught with ringing in the king's affairs upon his coronation day, sir. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown. We will have away thy cold, and I will take such order that thy friends shall ring for thee. Here is two more called than your number, you must have but four here sir, and so I pray you go in with me to dinner. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry dinner. Ha, 'twas a merry night. And is Jane Nightwork alive? Never never, she would always say, she could not abide Master Shallow.
By the mass, I could anger her to th'heart. She was then a bona roba. Doth she hold her own well?
Nay she must be old, she cannot choose but be old. Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that that this knight and I have seen! Ha, Sir John, said I well? That we have, that we have, that we have. In faith, Sir John, we have. Our watch-word was "Hem, boys. Jesus, the days that we have seen! Good Master Corporate Bardolph, stand my friend, and here's four Harry ten shillings in French crowns for you. In very truth sir, I had as lief be hanged, sir, as go; and yet for mine own part, sir, I do not care, but rather, because I am unwilling and for mine own part have a desire to stay with my friends, else, sir, I did not care for mine own part so much.
And good master corporal captain, for my old dame's sake, stand my friend, she has nobody to do anything about her when I am gone, and she is old and cannot help herself. By my troth, I care not, a man can die but once. We owe god a death. I'll ne'er bear a base mind: No man's too good to serve's prince, and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next. Sir, a word with you, I have three pound to free Moldy and Bullcalf. I will none of you.
Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong. They are your likeliest men, and I would have you served with the best. Will you tell me, Master Shallow, how to choose a man? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man? Give me the spirit, Master Shallow. Here's Wart, you see what a ragged appearance it is. He presents no mark to the enemy; the foeman may with as great aim level at the edge of a penknife. And for a retreat, how swiftly will this Feeble the woman's Tailor run off?
O give me the spare men, and spare me the great ones! Put me a caliver into Wart's hand, Bardolph. Come, manage me your caliver. Go to, very good, exceeding good. O give me always a little lean, old, chopped, bald shot. Well said, i'faith, Wart. Th'art a good scab. He is not his craft's master; he doth not do it right. There was a little quiver fellow and 'a would manage you his piece thus, and 'a would about and about, and come you in, and come you in. I shall ne'er see such a fellow. These fellows will do well, Master Shallow.
God keep you, Master Silence. I will not use many words with you. Fare you well gentlemen both. I must a dozen mile tonight. Sir John, the lord bless you. God prosper your affairs; god send us peace! At your return, visit our house; let our old acquaintance be renewed. Peradventure I will with ye to the court. I do see the bottom of Justice Shallow.
I do remember him at Clement's Inn, like a man made after supper of a cheese paring. When 'a was naked, he was for all the world like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife. And now is this vice's dagger become a squire, and talks as familiarly of John o'Gaunt as if he had been sworn brother to him. And I'll be sworn 'a ne'er saw him but once in the tilt-yard, and then he burst his head for crowding among the marshal's men. I saw it and told John o'Gaunt he beat his own name, for you might have thrust him and all his apparel into an eel-skin. The case of a treble hautboy was a mansion for him a'court, and now has he land and beefs.
Well, I'll be acquainted with him if I return, and't shall go hard, but I'll make him a philosopher's two stones to me. If the young dace be a bait for the old pike, I see no reason in the law of nature but I may snap at him, till time shape, and there an end. We have sent forth already. And dash themselves to pieces. What doth concern your coming? Hear me more plainly. O my good Lord Mowbray,. Were you not restored. Which must decide it. My lord, we will do so. For full well he knows. May offer, but not hold. Grow stronger for the breaking.
With you, Lord Bishop,. Who hath not heard it spoken. Oh, who shall believe. You have ta'en up,. Have here upswarmed them. Good my lord of Lancaster,. I sent your grace. To the last man. And though we here fall down,. If this may please you,. Let them have pay and part. I do not doubt you. I am glad of it. And neither party loser. We should have coped withal. Go, good Lord Hastings,. Enter Falstaff [and Coleville]. What's your name sir? Of what condition are you, and of what place? I am a knight sir, and my name is Coleville of the Dale. Well then, Coleville is your name, a knight is your degree, and your place the Dale.
Coleville shall be still your name, a traitor your degree, and the dungeon your place -- a place deep enough, so shall you be still Coleville of the Dale. As good a man as he sir, who ere I am. Do ye yield, sir, or shall I sweat for you? If I do sweat, they are the drops of thy lovers, and they weep for thy death; therefore rouse up fear and trembling, and do observance to my mercy.
I think you are Sir John Falstaff, and in that thought yield me. I have a whole school of tongues in this belly of mine, and not a tongue of them all speaks any other word but my name. An I had but a belly of any indifferency, I were simply the most active fellow in Europe. Here comes our general. I would be sorry my lord, but it should be thus. I never knew yet but rebuke and check was the reward of valor. Do you think me a swallow, an arrow, or a bullet?
Have I in my poor and old motion the expedition of thought? I have speeded hither with the very extremest inch of possibility; I have foundered ninescore and odd posts, and here, travel- tainted as I am, have in my pure and immaculate valor taken Sir John Coleville of the Dale, a most furious knight and valorous enemy. But what of that? He saw me, and yielded, that I may justly say with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, "there cousin, I came, saw, and overcame. Here he is, and here I yield him; and I beseech your grace let it be booked with the rest of this day's deeds, or, by the lord, I will have it in a particular ballad else, with mine own picture on the top on't -- Coleville kissing my foot.
To the which course, if I be enforced, if you do not all show like gilt twopences to me, and I in the clear sky of fame o'ershine you as much as the full moon doth the cinders of the element, which show like pin's heads to her, believe not the word of the noble. Therefore let me have right, and let desert mount. Let it do something, my good lord, that may do me good, and call it what you will. I know not how they sold themselves, but thou, like a kind fellow, gavest thyself away gratis, and I thank thee for thee. My lord, I beseech you give me leave to go through Gloucestershire, and when you come to court, stand my good lord in your good report.
I would you had the wit; 'twere better than your dukedom. Good faith, this same young sober-blooded boy doth not love me, nor a man cannot make him laugh.