80 Your brother thus; so fought the noble Douglas;' North. Are thrice themselves. Hence, therefore, thou nice crutch! A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel 100 Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif! Remember'd knolling a departing friend. L. Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. 104 Mor. I am sorry I should force you to believe That which I would to God I had not seen; But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, Rendering faint quittance, wearied and outbreath'd, IOS To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat down The never-daunted Percy to the earth, 116 165 Mor. The lives of all your loving complices 'Let us make head.' It was your presurmise 168 Yet did you say, 'Go forth;' and none of this, 188 I hear for certain, and do speak the truth, This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts, Enter SIR JOHN FALSTAFF, with his Page bearing his sword and buckler. Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my water? Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy water; but, for the party that owed it, he might have more diseases than he knew.for. 5 Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: the brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee like a sow that hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. If the prince put thee into my service for any other reason than to set me off, why then I have no judgment. Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn in my cap than to wait at my heels. I was never manned with an agate till now; but I will set you neither in gold nor silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back again to your master, for a jewel; the juvenal, the prince your master, whose chin is not yet fledged. I will sooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand than he shall get one on his cheek; and yet he will not stick to say, his face is a face-royal: God may finish it when he will, it is not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still as a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence out of it; and yet he will be crowing as if he had writ man ever since his father was a bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can assure him. What said Master Dombledon about the satin for my short cloak and my slops? 33 Page. He said, sir, you should procure him better assurance than Bardolph; he would not take his bond and yours: he liked not the security. 37 Fal. Let him be damned like the glutton! may his tongue be hotter! A whoreson Achitophel! a rascally yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in hand, and then stand upon security. The whoreson smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is thorough with them in honest taking up, then they must stand upon security. I had as lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth as offer to stop it with security. I looked a' should have sent me two and twenty thou wert better be hanged. You hunt-counter: hence! avaunt! Ser. Sir, my lord would speak with you. 104 Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. Fal. My good lord! 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. 115 Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury. Fal. An't please your lordship, I hear his majesty is returned with some discomfort from Wales. 120 You Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty. would not come when I sent for you. Fal. And I hear, moreover, his highness is fallen into this same whoreson apoplexy. Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him! I pray you, let me speak with you. 124 Fal. 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. 129 Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as it is. Fal. He that buckles him in my belt cannot live in less. 160 Ch. Just. Your means are very slender, and your waste is great. Fal. I would it were otherwise: I would my means were greater and my waist slenderer. 164 Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful prince. Fal. The young prince hath misled me: I am the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog. 168 Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gall a new-healed wound: your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded over your night's exploit on Gadshill: you may thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'er-posting that action. Fal. My lord! 173 Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a sleeping wolf. 176 Fal. To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox. Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the better part burnt out. 180 Fal. A wassail candle, my lord; all tallow: if I did say of wax, my growth would approve the truth. Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your face but should have his effect of gravity. 185 lost it with hollaing, and singing of anthems. To approve my youth further, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in judgment and understanding; and he that will caper with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the money, and have at him! For the box o' 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. 226 Fal. 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: if it be a hot day, and I brandish anything but my bottle, I would I might never spit white again. There is not a dangerous action can peep out Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy. his head but I am thrust upon it. Well, I canCh. Just. You follow the young prince up not last ever. But it was always yet the trick of and down, like his ill angel. • 188 our English nation, if they have a good thing, to Fal. Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light, make it too common. If you will needs say I am but I hope he that looks upon me will take me an old man, you should give me rest. I would without weighing: and yet, in some respects, I to God my name were not so terrible to the grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell. Virtue is of enemy as it is: I were better to be eaten to death so little regard in these costermonger times that with rust than to be scoured to nothing with true valour is turned bear-herd: pregnancy is perpetual motion. made a tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in giving reckonings: all the other gifts appertinent to man, as the malice of this age shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry. You that are old consider not the capacities of us that are young; you measure the heat of our livers with the bitterness of your galls; and we that are in the vaward of our youth, I must confess, are wags too. 251 Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; and God bless your expedition. Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to furnish me forth? 255 Ch. Just. Not a penny; not a penny; you are too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well: commend me to my cousin Westmoreland. 258 [Exeunt CHIEF JUSTICE and Servant. 203 Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the A man can no more separate age and covetousscroll of youth, that are written down old withness than he can part young limbs and lechery; all the characters of age? Have you not a moist but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, the other; and so both the degrees prevent my a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not curses. Boy! your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity, and will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John! 212 Fal. 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 Page. Sir! 264 267 Fal. What money is in my purse? Page. Seven groats and twopence. Fal. I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable. 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 on my chin. About it: you know where to find me. [Exit PAGE.] A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for the one or the other plays the rogue with my great toe. 'Tis no matter if I do halt; I have the wars for my colour, and my pension shall seem the more reasonable. A good wit will make use of anything; I will turn diseases to commodity. [Exit. L. Bard. Yes, if this present quality of war,— We first survey the plot, then draw the model; 49 To build at all? Much more, in this great work,— 52 |