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Hast. To us, no more; nay, not so much, lord

For his divisions, as the times do brawl,
Are in three heads: one power against the French,
And one against Glendower; perforce, a third
Must take up us: So is the unfirm king
In three divided; and his coffers sound
With hollow poverty and emptiness.
Arch. That he should draw his several strengths

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: never fear that.
Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces

hither? Hast. The duke of Lancaster, and Westmore

land: Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Monmouth: But who is substituted 'gainst the French, I have no certain notice.

Arch. 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 would'st have him be? And being now trimm'd in thine own desires, Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,

Let us on;


one power against the French,] During this rebellion of Northumberland and the Archbishop, a French army of twelve thousand men landed at Milford Haven, in Wales, for the aid of Owen Glendower. STEEVENS.

That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up.
So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge
Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;
And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up,
And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these times?
They that, when Richard liv'd, 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,
Cry'st now, O earth, yield us that king again,
And take thou this! O thoughts of men accurst!
Past, and to come, seem best; things present, worst.
Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set

on ? Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.



SCENE I. London. A Street.

Enter Hostess; Fang, and his Boy, with her; and

SNARE following Host. Master Fang, have you entered the action? Fang. It is entered.

Host. Where is your yeoman?' Is it a lusty yeoman? will a' stand to't?

Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare?
Host. O lord, ay: good master Snare.
Snare. Here, here.


9 Where is your yeoman?] A bailiff's follower was, in thor's time, called a serjeant's yeoman,

Fang. Snare, we must arrest sir John Falstaff.

Host. Yea, good master Snare; I have entered him and all.

Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives, for he will stab.

Host. Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabbed me in mine own house, and that most beastly: in good faith, a' cares not what mischief he doth, if his weapon be out: he will foin like any devil; ; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child.

Fang. If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.

Host. No, nor I neither: I'll be at your elbow.

Fang. An I but fist him once; an a' come but within my vice;?

Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's an infinitive thing upon my score:-Good master Fang, hold him sure;—good master Snare, let him not 'scape. He comes continuantly to Pie-corner, (saving your manhoods,) to buy a saddle; and he's indited to dinner to the lubbar's headin Lumbertstreet, 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 loan for a poor lone woman to bear: and I have borne, and borne, and borne; and have been fubbed off, and fubbed off, and fubbed off, from this day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. There is no honesty in such dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass, and a beast, to bear every knave's wrong.


an a' come but within my vice;] Vice or grasp; a metaphor taken from a smith's vice.

lubbar's head-] This is, I suppose, a colloquial ruption of the Libbard's head. Johnson.


Enter Sir John Falstaff, Page, and BARDOLPH. 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.

Fal. How now? whose mare's dead? what's the matter?

Fang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of mistress Quickly.

Fal. Away, varlets!—Draw, Bardolph; cut me off the villain's head; throw the quean in the channel.

Host. Throw me in the channel? I'll throw thee in the channel. Wilt thou wilt thou? thou bastardly rogue!—Murder, murder! O thou honey suckle villain! wilt thou kill God's officers, and the king's? O thou honey-seed rogue!3 thou art a honey-seed; a man queller, and a woman queller.

Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph.
Fang. A rescue! a rescue!

Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two.Thou wo't, wo't thou? thou wo't, wo't thou? do, do, thou rogue! do, thou hemp-seed!

Fal. Away, you scullion! you rampallian! you fustilarian ! I'll tickle your catastrophe.

Enter the Lord Chief Justice, attended. Ch. Just. What's the matter? keep the peace here, ho!

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Host. Good my lord, be good to me! I beseech you, stand to me! Ch. Just. How now, sir John? what, are you

brawling here? Doth this become your place, your time, and busi

ness? You should have been well on your way to York. Stand from him, fellow; Wherefore hang'st thou

on him? Host. O my most worshipful lord, an't please your grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.

Ch. Just. For what sum?

Host. 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 :—but I will have some of it out again, or I'll ride thee o'nights, like the mare.

Fal. I think, I am as like to ride the mare, if I have any vantage of ground to get up.

Ch. Just. How comes this, sir John? Fye! what man of good teinper would endure this tempest of exclamation ? Are you not ashamed, to enforce a poor widow to so rough a course to come by her own?

Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee? Host. 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 Dolphinchamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Witsun-week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singingman of Windsor ; thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me


parcel-gilt goblet,] A parcel-gilt goblet is a goblet gilt only on such parts of it as are embossed.

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