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The second Part of King Henry the Fourth.

He was the Marke, and Glasse, Coppy, and Booke,
That fashion'd others. And him, O wondrous! him,
O Miracle of Men! Him did you leaue
(Second to none) vn-seconded by you,
To looke vpon the hideous God of Warre,
In dis-aduantage, to abide a field,
Where nothing but the sound of Hotspurs Name
Did seeme defensible: so you left him.
Neuer, O neuer doe his Ghost the wrong,
To hold your Honor more precise and nice
With others, then with him. Let them alone:
The Marshall and the Arch-bishop are strong.
Had my sweet Harry had but halfe their Numbers,
To day might I (hanging on Hotspurs Necke)
Haue talk'd of Monmouth's Graue.

North.
Beshrew your heart,
(Faire Daughter) you doe draw my Spirits from me,
With new lamenting ancient Ouer-sights.
But I must goe, and meet with Danger there,
Or it will seeke me in another place,
And finde me worse prouided.

Wife.
O flye to Scotland,
Till that the Nobles, and the armed Commons,
Haue of their Puissance made a little taste.

Lady.
If they get ground, and vantage of the King,
Then ioyne you with them, like a Ribbe of Steele,
To make Strength stronger. But, for all our loues,
First let them trye themselues. So did your Sonne,
He was so suffer'd; so came I a Widow:
And neuer shall haue length of Life enough,
To raine vpon Remembrance with mine Eyes,
That it may grow, and sprowt, as high as Heauen,
For Recordation to my Noble Husband.

North.
Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my Minde
As with the Tyde, swell'd vp vnto his height,
That makes a still-stand, running neyther way.
Faine would I goe to meet the Arch-bishop,
But many thousand Reasons hold me backe.
I will resolue for Scotland: there am I,
Exeunt.Till Time and Vantage craue my company.


Scæna Quarta.


Enter two Drawers.

1.Drawer.
What hast thou brought there? Apple-Iohns?
Thou know'st Sir Iohn cannot endure an Apple-Iohn.

2.Draw.
Thou say'st true: the Prince once set a Dish
of Apple-Iohns before him, and told him there were fiue
more Sir Iohns: and, putting off his Hat, said, I will now
take my leaue of these sixe drie, round, old-wither'd
Knights. It anger'd him to the heart: but hee hath forgot that.

1.Draw.
Why then couer, and set them downe: and see if
thou canst finde out Sneakes Noyse; Mistris Teare-sheet
would faine haue some Musique.

2.Draw.
Sirrha, heere will be the Prince, and Master
Points, anon: and they will put on two of our Ierkins,
and Aprons, and Sir Iohn must not know of it: Bardolph
hath brought word.

1.Draw.
Then here will be old Vtis: it will be an excellent stratagem.

2.Draw.
Exit.Ile see if I can finde out Sneake.

Enter Hostesse, and Dol.

Host.
Sweet-heart, me thinkes now you are in an excellent
good temperalitie: your Pulsidge beates as extraordinarily,
as heart would desire; and your Colour
(I warrant you) is as red as any Rose: But you haue
drunke too much Canaries, and that's a maruellous searching
Wine; and it perfumes the blood, ere wee can say
what's this. How doe you now?

Dol.
Better then I was: Hem.

Host.
Why that was well said: A good heart's worth
Gold. Looke, here comes Sir Iohn.

Enter Falstaffe.

Falst.
When Arthur first in Court — (emptie the Iordan)
and was a worthy King: How now Mistris Dol?

Host.
Sick of a Calme: yea, good-sooth.

Falst.
So is all her Sect: if they be once in a Calme,
they are sick.

Dol.
You muddie Rascall, is that all the comfort you giue me?

Falst.
You make fat Rascalls, Mistris Dol.

Dol.
I make them? Gluttonie and Diseases make
them, I make them not.

Falst.
If the Cooke make the Gluttonie, you helpe to
make the Diseases (Dol) we catch of you (Dol) we catch
of you: Grant that, my poore Vertue, grant that.

Dol.
I marry, our Chaynes, and our Iewels.

Falst.
Your Brooches, Pearles, and Owches: For to
serue brauely, is to come halting off: you know, to come
off the Breach, with his Pike bent brauely, and to Surgerie
brauely; to venture vpon the charg'd-Chambers brauely.

Host.
Why this is the olde fashion: you two neuer
meete, but you fall to some discord: you are both (in
good troth) as Rheumatike as two drie Tostes, you cannot
one beare with anothers Confirmities. What the
good-yere? One must beare, and that must bee you:
you are the weaker Vessell; as they say, the emptier Vessell.

Dol.
Can a weake emptie Vessell beare such a huge
full Hogs-head? There's a whole Marchants Venture
of Burdeux-Stuffe in him: you haue not seene a Hulke
better stufft in the Hold. Come, Ile be friends with thee
Iacke: Thou art going to the Warres, and whether I
shall euer see thee againe, or no, there is no body cares.

Enter Drawer.

Drawer.
Sir, Ancient Pistoll is below, and would
speake with you.

Dol.
Hang him, swaggering Rascall, let him not
come hither: it is the foule-mouth'dst Rogue in England.

Host.
If hee swagger, let him not come here: I must
liue amongst my Neighbors, Ile no Swaggerers: I am
in good name, and fame, with the very best: shut the
doore, there comes no Swaggerers heere: I haue not
liu'd all this while, to haue swaggering now: shut the
doore, I pray you.

Falst.
Do'st thou heare, Hostesse?

Host.
'Pray you pacifie your selfe (Sir Iohn) there comes
no Swaggerers heere.

Falst. Do'st