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Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,

P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak [Putting it on his head.

again. Which heaven shall guard: And put the K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that world's whole strength

thought : Into one giant arm, it shall not force

I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. This lineal honour from me: 'This from thee Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair, Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me. [Exit. That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine K. Hen. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence !


Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth! Re-enter WARWICK, and the rest. Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm Cla. Doth the king call?

thee. War. What would your majesty? How fares Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity your grace?

Is held from falling with so weak a wind, K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, That it will quickly drop; my day is dim. my lords?

Thou hast stol’n that, which, after some few Cla. We left the prince my brother here,

hours, my liege,

Were thine without offence; and, at my death, Who undertook to sit and watch by you.

Thou hast seal'd up my expectation :* K. Hen. The prince of Wales? Where is he? Thy life did manifest, thou lov’dst me not, let me see him :

And thou wilt have me die assured of it. He is not here.

Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts; War. This door is open; he is gone this way.

Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart, P. Humph. He came not through the cham. To stab at half an hour of my life. [hour? ber where we stay'd.

What! canst thou not forbear me half an K. Aen. Where is the crown? who took it Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself; from my pillow?

And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear, War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left That thou art crowned, not that I am dead. it here.

Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse, K. Hen. The prince hath ta'en it hence:

Be drops of balm, to sanctify thy head: go, seek him out,

Only compound me with forgotten dust; Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose

Give that, which gave thee life, unto the My sleep my death? Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him Pluck down my officers, break my decrees; hither. [Exit WARWICK.

For now a time is come to mock at form, Phis part of his conjoins with my disease,

Harry the fifth is crown'd:-Up, vanity! And helps to end nie.-See, sons, what things Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, you are!

hence! How quickly nature falls into revolt,

And to the English court assemble now, When gold becomes her object!

From every region, apes of idleness! (scum: For this the foolish over-careful fathers Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their Have you a ruffian, that will swear, drink, brains with care,

dance, Their bones with industry ;

Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit For this they have engrossed and pild up

The oldest sins the newest kind of ways? The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold; Be happy, he will trouble you no more: For this they have been thoughtful to invest

England shall double gild his treble guilt; Their sons with arts, and martial exercises: England shall give him office, honour, might: When, like the bee, tolling* from every flower

For the fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks The virtuous sweets;

The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with Shall flesh his tooth in every innocent. honey,

() my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows! We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees, When that my care could not withhold thy Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter taste

riots, Yield bis engrossments to the ending father. What wilt thou do, when riot is thy care?

0, thou wilt be a wilderness again, Re-enter WARWICK.

Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants! Now, where is he that will not stay so long P. Hen. 0, pardon me, my liege! but for Till bis friend sickness hath determin’dt me?

my tears,

(Kneeling. War. My lord, I found the prince in the The moist impediments unto my speech, next room,

I had forestasi'd this dear and deep rebuke, Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks; Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow,

The course of it so far. There is your crown; That tyranny, which never quafi 'd but blood,' And He that wears the crown inmortally, Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his Long guard it yours! If I affect it more, knife

Than as your honour, and as your renown, With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither. Let me no more from this obedience rise, K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away (Which my most true and inward-duteous the crown?


Teacheth,) this prostrate and exterior bending! Re-enter Prince HENRY.

Heaven witness with me, when I here came in, Lo, where he comes.-Come hither to me, And found no course of breath within your Harry :

majesty, Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. How cold it struck my heart! if I do feign,

{Exeunt CLARENCE, Prince HUMPHREY, 0, let me in my present wildness die;
Lords, 8c.

And never live to show the incredulous world Taking toll. † Acoumulatione

* Confirmed my opinion.

1 Ended.


he noble change that I have purposed! That strength of speech is utterly denied me.
vining to look on you, thinking you dead, How I came by the crown, () God, forgive!
(And dead almost, my liege, to think you And grant it may with thee in true peace live!

P. Hen. My gracious liege,
I spake unto the crown as having sense, You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me:
And thus upbraided it: The care on thee de- Then plain, and right, must my possession be:
Hath fed upon the body of my fulher ; [pending, which I, with more than with a common pain,
Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold, 'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.
Other, less fine in carut,* is more precious,
Preserving life in med'cine potable : (noun'd, Enter Prince JOHN of Luncaster, WARWICK,
But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most re-

Lords, and others.
Hast eut thy bearer up. Thus, my most royal

K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of liege,

Accusing it, I put it on my head;

P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, to
To try with it,-as with an enemy,
That had before my face murder'd my father,

my royal father!

K. Hen.' Thou bring'st me happiness and The quarrel of a true inheritor.


peace, son Jolin; But it it did infect my blood with joy,

But health, alack, with youthful wings is Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride; From this bare, wither'd trunk: upon thy If any rebel or vain spirit of mine

sight, Did, with the least attection of a welcome,

My worldly business makes a period. --Give entertainment to the might of it,

Where is my lord of Warwick ? Let God for ever keep it from my head!

P. Hen. My lord of Warwick! And make me as the poorest vassal is,

K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!

Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? K. Hen. ( my son!

Wur. "Tis called Jerusalem, my noble lord. Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence, R. Hen. Laud be to God!-even there my That thou might'st win the more thy father's

life must end. love,

It hath been prophesied to me many years, Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.

I should not die but in Jerusalem; Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed;

Which vainly I suppos’d, the Holy Land :And hear, I think, the very latest counsel That ever’I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. [Exeunt.

But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie: son, By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways,

I met this crown; and I myself know well,
How troublesome it sat upon my head: SCENEI.-Glostershire.- Hullin Shallow's
To thee it shall descend with better quiet,

Better opinion, better confirmation;
For all the soilt of the achievement goes

Enter Shallow, Falstaff, BARDOLPH, and

PAGE. With me into the earth. It seem'd in me, But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous Shul. By cock and pye, Sir, you shall not And I had many living, to upbraid [hand; away to night. What, Davy, † say! My gain of it by their assistances;

Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed, | Shallow. Wounding supposed peace: all these bold

Shal. I will not excuse you; you shall not fears,

be excused; excuses shall not be admitted ; Thou see'st with peril I have answered:

there is no excuse shall serve; you shall not For all my reign hath been but as a scene

be excused.-Why, Davy! Acting that argument; and now my death

Enter Davy. Changes the mode :// for what in me was purchas’d, 1

Dury. Here, Sir. Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort;

Shai. Davy, Davy, Davy,-let me see, Davy; So thou the garland wear'st successively: let me see yea, marry, William cook, bid Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I him come hither.-Sir John, you shall not be could do,

[green ; excused, Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are Dary. Marry, Sir, thus;- those precepts* And all thy friends, which thou must make cannot be served: and, again, Sir,--Shall we thy friends,

(out; sow the headland with wheat ? Hare but their stings and teeth newly ta’en Shul. With red wheat, Davy. But for WilBy whose fell working I was first advanc'd, liam cook : Are there no young pigeons? And by whose power 1 well might lodge a Dary. Yes, Sir.Here is now the smith's To be again displac'd: which to avoid, tear note, for shoeing, and plough-irons. I cut them off'; and had a purpose now

Shul. Let it be cast, and paid :-Sir John, To lead out many to the Holy Land;

you shall not be excused. Lest rest, and lying still, might make them Dary. Now, Sir, a new link to the bucket look

must needs be had :-And, Sir, do you mean to Too pear unto my state. Therefore, my Harry, stop any of Willian's wages, about the sack Be it thy course, to busy giddy minds he lost the other day at Hinckley fair? With foreign quarrels; that action, hence Shal. He shall answer it:--Some pigeons, borne out,

Davy; a couple of short-legged hens; a joint May waste the memory of the former days. of mutton; and any pretty little tiny kickMore would I, but my lungs are wasted so, shaws, tel William cook.

Dary. Doth the man of war stay all night, Weight.

+ To be taken,

Spot, dirt. Frights. || State of things.

Purchase, in Shakspeare, frequently means stolen gouda,


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Shal. Yes, Davy. I will nse him well; A Wur. Exceeding well; his cares are now all friend i'the court is better than a penny in

purse. Use his men well, Davy; for they are Ch. Just. I hope, pot dead.
arrant knaves, and will backbite.

War. He's walk'd the way of nature;
Dary. No worse than they are back-bitten, And, to our purposes, he lives no more.
Sir; for they have marvellous foul linen. Ch. Just. I would, his majesty bad call’d me
Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy

with him : business, Davy.

The service that I truly did his life,
Dary. I beseech you, Sir, to countenance Hath left me open to all injuries.
William Visor of Wincot against Clement War. Indeed, I think, the young king loves
Perkes of the hill.

you not.
Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, Ch. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arm
against that Visor; that Visor is an arrant

myself, knave on my knowledge.

To welcome the condition of the time; Dary. grant your worship, that he is a Which cannot look more hideously on me knave, Sir: but yet, God forbid, Sir, but a Than I have drawn it in my fantasy. knave should have some countenance at his Enter Prince John, Prince HUMPHREY, CLAfriend's request. An honest man, Sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not. I

RENCE, WESTMORELAND, and others. have served your worship truly, Sir, this eight War. Here comes the heavy issue of dead years; and it I cannot once or twice in a quar

ter bear out a knave against an honest man, I (), that the living Harry had the temper
have but a very little credit with your worship. Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen!
The knave is mine honest friend, Sir; there. How many nobles then should hold their places,
fore, I beseech your worship, let him coun- | That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!

Ch. Just. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd.
Shal. Go to; I say, he shall have no wrong. P. John. Good morrow, cousio Warwick.
Look about, Davy. (E.rit Davy.) Where are P. Humph. Cla. Good morrow, cousin.
you, Sir John? Come, off with your boots.- P. John. We meet like men that had forgot
Give me your hand, master Bardolph.

to speak. Bard. I am glad to see your worship.

War. We do remember ; but our argument Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind Is all too heavy to admit much talk. master Bardolph: and welcome, my tall fel. P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath low. [To the Page.] Come, Sir John.

made us heavy!

[Exit Shallow. Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heaFal. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shal

vier! low. Bardolph, look to our horses. (Exeunt P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost BARDOLPH and Page.] If I were sawed into

a friend, indeed: gnantities, I should make four dozen of such And I dare swear, you borrow not that face bearded hermit’s-staves as master Shallow. It Of seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own. is a wonderful thing, to see the semblable co- P. John. Though no man be assur'd what herence of his men's spirits and his : They, by

grace to find, observing him, do bear themselves like foolish You stand in coldest expectation: justices; he, by conversing with them, is turn- I am the sorrier; 'would 'twere otherwise. ed into a justice-like serving-man; their spirits Cla. Well, you must now speak Sir John are so married in conjunction with the partici

Falstaff fair; pation of society, that they flock together in which swims against your stream of quality. consent, like so many wild-geese. If I had a Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in suit to master Shallow, I would humour his

honour, men, with the imputation of being near their Led by the impartial conduct of my soul; master: if to his men, I would curry with mas- And never shall you see, that I will beg ter Shallow, that no man could better com- A ragged and forestallid remission.mand his servants. y. It is certain, that either If truth and upright innocency fail me, wise bearing, or ignorant carriage, is caught, I'll to the king my master that is dead, as men take diseases, one of another: there. And tell him who hath sent me after him. fore, let men take heed of their company, I

Wur. Here comes the prince. will devise matter enough out of this Shallow, to keep prince Harry in continual laughter,

Enter King HENRY V. the wearing-out of six fashions, (which is four Ch. Just. Good morrow; and heaven sare terns, or two actions,) and he shall laugh

your majesty! without interrallums. (), it is much, that a lie, King. This new and gorgeous garment, mawith a slight oath, and a jest, with a sad brow, Sits not so easy on me as you think... (jesty, will do with a fellow that never had the ache Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear; in his shoulders! 0, you shall see him laugh, This is the English, not the Turkish court; till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up.t Not Amurath an Amurath* succeeds, Shal. (Within.] Sir John !

But Harry Harry: Yet be sad, good brothers, Fal. I come, master Shallow; I come, mas- For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you ; ter Shallow,

[Exit Falstaff. Sorrow so royally in you appears,

That I will deeply put the fashion on,
SCENE II.-Westminster.-A Room in the

And wear it in my heart. Why then, be sad:

But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
Enter WARWICK, and the Lord Chief Justice. Than a joint burden laid upon us all.
War. How now, my lord chief justice? whi- | I'll be your father and your brother too;

For me, by heaven, I bid you be assur'd,
ther away?
Ch. Just. How doth the king?

Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares.

* Emperor of the Turks, died in 1596 ; his son, which * A serious face.

Full of wrinkles. succeeded him, had all his brothers strangled.

Yet weep, that Harry's dead; and so will I : For in his tomb lie my affections;
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears, And with his spirit sadly* I survive,
By_number, into hours of happiness.

To mock the expectation of the world ; P. John, &c. We hope no other from your ma. To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out jesty.

Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down King. You all look strangely on me:-and After my seeming. The tide of blood in me

you most; (To the Ch. JUSTICE. | Hath proudly flow'd in vanity, till now: You are, I think, assur'd I love you not. Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea; Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd Where it shall mingle with the state of floods, rightly,

And flow henceforth in formal inajesty. Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me. Now call we our high court of parliament: King. No!

And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel, How might a prince of my great hopes forget That the great body of our state may go So great indignities you laid upon me? son In equal rank with the best-goveru'd nation What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to pri- That war, or peace, or both at once, may be The immediate heir of England? Was this easy? As thing acquainted and familiar to us; May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten? In which you, father, shall have foremost Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your

hand. (To the Lord Ch. JUSTICE. father;

Our coronation done, we will accite, The image of his power lay then in me: As I before remember'd, all our state : And, in the administration of his law,

And (God consigoing to my good intents,) Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth, No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to Your highness pleased to forget my place,

say, The majesty and power of law and justice, Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day. The image of the king whom I presented,

[Exeunt. And struck me in my very seat of judgement:

SCENE III.-Glostershire.---The Garden of Whereon, as an offender to your father, I gave bold way to my authority,

Shallow's house. And did commit you. If the deed were ill, Enter Falstaff,, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARBe you contented, wearing now the garland, *

DOLPH, the Page, and Davy. To have a son set your decrees at nought; To pluck down justice from your awful bench; where, in an'arbour, we will eat a last year's

Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard : To trip the

course of law, and blunt the sword pippin' of my own graffing, with a dish of carThat guards the peace and safety of your per- raways, and so forth ;-come, cousin Silence;son :

and then to bed. Nay, more; to spurn at your most royal image,

Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly And mock your workings in a second body.t

dwelling, and a rich: Question your royal thoughts, make the case

Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, Be now the father, and propose a son: [yours; beggars all, Sir John :-marry, good air.-See your most dreadful laws so loosely slight- Spread,

Davy; spread, Davy; well said, Davy, Behold yourself so by a son disdained; [ed, is your serving-man, and your husbandman. Aud then imagine me taking your part,

Shul. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very And, in your power, soft silencing your son : After this cold considerance, sentence me;

good varlet, Sir John.-By the mass, I have

drunk too much sack at supper :-a good And, as you are a king, speak in your state, varlet. Now sit down, dow sit down :-come, What I have done, that misbecame my place, cousin. My person, or my liege's sovereignty.

Sil. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a,--we shall King. You are right, justice, and you weigh

Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, this well;

[Singing. Therefore still bear the balance and the sword:

And praise heaven for the merry year;
And I do wish your honours may increase,

When flesh is cheup, and females dear,
T'll you do live to see a son of mine
Offend you, and obey you, as I did.

And lusty luds roam here and there,

So merrily, So shall I live to speak my father's words ;

And ever among so merrily. Happy am I, that hare u man so bold,

Fal. There's a merry heart!-Good master Thut dares do justice on my proper son:

Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon. And not less happy, haring such a son,

Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine, That would deliver up his greatness so

Davy. Into the hands of justice.-You did commit me: For which, I do commit into your hand [bear; and the Page at another table.] l'il be with you

Dary. Sweet Sir, sit; [Seating. BARDOLPH The upstaiped sword that you have us’d to With this remembrance, – That you use the good master Page, sit: proface! What you

anon :--most sweet Sir, sit. - Master Page,

want in meat, we'll have in drink. But you With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit,

must bear; The heart's all.

[Exit. As you have done 'gainst me.

There is my

Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph;-and my hand;

little soldier there, be merry. You shall be as a father to my youth: My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine

Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife's us all;

(Singing. And I will stoop and humble my intents

For women are shrews, both short and tail: To your well-practis'), wise directions.-

'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all, And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you;

And welcome merry shroce-tide. My father is gone wild into his grave,

Be merry, be merry, &c. * Crown. + Treat with contempt your acts executed by a repre- * Gravely.



+ Summons.

1 Italian, much good may it do you. * In your regal character and office.

As all women are.



Fal. I did not think, master Silence had Pist. A foutra for the world, and worldlings been a man of this mettle.

Sil. Who I? I have been merry twice and I speak of Africa, and golden joys.
once, ere now.

Ful. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy

news ? Re-enter Davy.

Let king Cophetua know the truth thereof. Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats* for Sil. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John. you. [Setting them before BARDOI.PH.

(Sings. Shal. Davy,

Pist. Shall dunghill curs confront the Heli

. Dary. Your worship?—I'll be with you And shall good news be baffled ? ... [cons? straight. (To BARD.}- A cup of wine, Sir ? Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.

Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine, Shul. Honest gentleman, I know not your
And drink unto the lemant mine ; (Singing.

And a merry heart lires long-a.

Pist. Why then, lament therefore.
Fal. Well said, master Silence.

Shal. Give me pardon, Sir ;-If, Sir, you Sil. And we shall be merry ;-now comes in come with news from the court, I take it, there the sweet of the night.

is but two ways; either to utter them, or to Fal. Health and long life to you, master conceal them. I am, Sir, under the king, in Silence.

some authority. Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come ;

Pist. Under which king, Bezonian ? speak, l’u pledge you a mile to the bottom.

or die. Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou Shal. Under king Harry. wantest any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew Pist. Harry the fourth 1 or fifth ? thy heart.-Welcome, my little tiny thief; Shal. Harry the fourth. [To the Page.] and welcome, indeed, too.- Pist. A foutra for thine office! I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king; cavaleroest about London.

Harry the fifth's the man. I speak the truth : Dury. I hope to see London once ere I die. When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like Bard. An I might see you there Davy,- The bragging Spaniard.

Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart to. Ful. What! is the old king dead ? gether. Ha! will you not, master Bardolph ? Pist. As nail in door : The things I speak, Bard. Yes, Sir, in a potile pot.

are just. Shal. I thank thee : - The knave will stick Fal. Away, Bardolph ; saddle my thee, I can assure thee that: he will not Master Robert Shallow, choose what office out; he is true bred.

thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine.- Pistol, I wil Bard. And I'll stick by him, Sir.

double-charge thee with dignities. Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Lack no- Bard. O joyful day!—I would not take a thing: be merry. (Knocking heard.) Look who's knighthood for my fortune. at door there: Ho! who knocks? (Exit Davy. Pist. What? I'do bring good news ? Fal. Why, now you have done me right. Fal. Carry master Silence to bed.-Master

(TO SILENCE, who drinks a bumper. Shallow, my lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, Sil. Do me right,

(Singing. I am fortune's steward. Get on thy boots; And dub me knight :S

we'll ride all night :-0, sweet Pistol ;Samingo.11

Away, Bardolph. [Exit BARD.)-Come, PisIs't not so ?

tol, utter more to me; and, withal, devise Fal. 'Tis so.

something, to do thyself good.-Boot, boot, Sil. Is't so? Why, then say, an old man can master Shallow; I know, the young king is do somewhat.

sick for me. Let us take any man's horses ; Re-enter Davy.

the laws of England are at my commandment.

Happy are they which have been my friends;
Dary. An it please your worship, there's and woe to my lord chiet justice!
one Pistol come from the court with news. Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs
Fal. From the court, let him come in.-

also !

Where is the life that late I led, say they :
Enter Pistol.

Why, here it is; Welcome these pleasant days.
Ful. How now, Pistol ?
Pist. God save you, Sir John!
Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol ?

SCENE IV.-London.-A street.
Pist. Not the ill wind which blows no man
to good.-Sweet knight, thou art now one of Enter BEADLES, dragging in Hostess QUICKLY,
the greatest men in the realm.

sil. By’r lady, I think ’a be; but goodman
Puff of Barson.

Host. No, thou arrant knave : I would !
Pist. Puti?

might die, that I might have thee banged:
Puff' in thy teeth, most recreant coward base! thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.
Sir John, I am thy Pistol, and thy friend, 1 Bead. The constables have delivered her
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee; over to me; and she shall bave wbipping-cheer
And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, enough, I warrant her: There hath been a
And golden times, and happy news of price. man or two lately killed about her.

Fal. I pr’ythee now, deliver them like a Dol. Nut-hook, put-hook,* you lie. Come man of this world.

on; I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripe.

visaged rascal; an the child I now go with, da * Apples commonly called russetines. + Sweetheart.

Gay fellows.

miscarry, thou hadst better thou hadst struck
He who drank a bumper on his knees to the health of thy mother, thou paper-faced villain.
his mistress, was dubbed a knight for the evening

Host. On the Lord, that Sir John were come
I! It should be Domingo; it is part of a song in one of
Nashe's plays.

* A term of reproach for a catchpol.


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