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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 a 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 ; deny it, if thou canst.
Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she says, up and down the town, that her eldest son is like you : she hath been in good case, and, the truth is, poverty hath distracted her. But for these foolish officers, I beseech you,
have redress against them.
Ch. Just. Sir John, sir John, I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true cause
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 ; you have, as it appears to me, practised upon the easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made her serve your uses both in purse and person.
Host. Yea, in troth, my lord.
Ch. Just. Pr’ythee, peace:—Pay her the debt you owe her, and unpay the villainy you have done with her ; the one you may do with sterling money, and the other with current repentance.
Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap? without reply. You call honourable boldness, im
the false way.
goodwife Ke the butcher's wife,] A Keech is the fat of an ox rolled up by the butcher into a round lump. 7
this sneap-] A Yorkshire word for rebuke, or check.
pudent sauciness : if a man will make court’sy, and say nothing, he is virtuous : No, my lord, my humble duty remembered, I will not be your suitor; I say to you, I do desire deliverance from these officers, being upon hasty employinent in the king's affairs.
Ch. Just. You speak as having power to do wrong: but answer in the effect of your reputation, and satisfy the poor woman.
Fal. Come hither, hostess. [Taking her aside.
Ch. Just. Now, master Gower; What news?
tells. Fal. As I am a gentleman;Host. Nay, you said so before.
Fal. As I am a gentleman; -Come, no more words of it.
Host. By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must be fain to pawn both my plate, and the tapestry of my dining-chambers.
Fal. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking: and for thy walls,-a pretty slight drollery, or the story of the prodigal, or the German hunting in water-work,' is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings, and these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, if thou canst. Come, an it were not for thy humours, there is not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face, and ’draw thy action: Come, thou must not be in this humour with me; dost not
answer in the effect of your reputation,] That is, answer in a manner suitable to your character.
9 in water-work,] i. e. in water colours.
know me? Come, come, I know thou wast set on to this.
Host. Pray thee, sir John, let it be but twenty nobles; i'faith I am loath to pawn my plate, in good earnest, la.
Fal. Let it alone; I'll make other shift : you'll be a fool still.
Host. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown. I hope, you'll come to supper: You'll pay_me all together?
Fal. Will † live?-Go, with her, with her; [To BARDOLPH.] hook on, hook on. Host. Will
have Doll Tear-sheet meet you supper? Fal. No more words; let's have her.
[Exeunt Hostess, BARDOLPH, Officers,
Fal. I hope, my lord, all's well: What's the news, my lord?
Ch. Just. Come all his forces back?
Fal. Comes the king back from Wales, my noble lord? Ch. Just. You shall have letters of me pre
Fal. My lord!
Fal. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner?
Gow. I must wait upon my good lord here: I thank you, good sir John.
Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to take soldiers up in counties as you go. Fal. Will you sup with me, master Gower?
Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you these manners, sir John?
Fal. 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. Ch. Just. Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a
P. Hen. Trust me, I am exceeding weary.
Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought, weariness durst not have attached one of so high blood.
P. Hen. '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?
Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied, as to remember so weak a composition.
P. Hen. 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 great
What a disgrace is it to me, to remember thy name? or to know thy face to-morrow? or to take note how many pair of silk stockings thou hast ; viz. these, and those that were the peach
colour'd ones? or to bear the inventory of thy shirts ; as, one for superfluity, and one other for use ?—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 lowcountries have made a shift to eat up thy holland : and God knows, whether those that bawl out the ruins of thy linen,' shall inherit his kingdom : but the midwives say, the children are not in the fault; whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are mightily strengthened.
Poins. 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 ?
P. Hen. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins ?
Poins. Yes; and let it be an excellent good thing.
P. Hen. It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine.
Poins. Go to; I stand the push of your one thing that you will tell.
. P. Hen. Why, I tell thee,-it is not meet that I should be sad, now my father is sick : albeit I could tell to thee, (as to one it pleases me, for fault of a better, to call my friend,) I could be sad, and sad indeed too.
Poins. Very hardly, upon such a subject.
P. Hen. By this hand, thou think'st me as far in the devil's book, as thou, and Falstaff, for obduracy and persistency : Let the end try the man. But I tell thee,-my heart bleeds inwardly, that my
- that bawl out the ruins of thy linen,) I suspect we should read—that bawl out of the ruins of thy linen; i. e. his bastard children wrapt up in his old shirts. The subsequent words confirm this emendation.