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Yet did you say,—Go forth; and none of this,
Though strongly apprehended, could restrain
The stiff-borne action: What hath then befallen,
Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth,

More than that being which was like to be a ?
L. BARD. We all, that are engaged to this loss,

Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas,
That if we wrought out life 't was ten to one:
And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos d
Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd ;
And, since we are o'erset, venture again.

Come, we will all put forth ; body, and goods.
MOR. "T is more than time: And, my most noble lord,

I hear for certain, and do speak the truth,-
The gentle archbishop of York is up,
With well-appointed powers; he is a man,
Wbo with a double surety binds his followers.
My lord your son had only but the corps,
But shadows and the shows of men, to fight:
For that same word, rebellion, did divide
The action of their bodies from their souls ;
And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd,
As men drink potions; that their weapons ouly
Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls,
This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,
As fish are in a pond : But now the bishop
Turns insurrection to religion :
Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts,
He 's follow'd both with body and with mind;
And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
Of fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones :
Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause ;
Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land,
Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke ;

And more and less 6 do flock to follow him.
NORTH. I knew of this before ; but, to speak truth,

This present grief had wip'd it from my mind.
Go in with me; and counsel every man

The aptest way for safety and revenge :
Get posts and letters, and make friends with speed;
Never so few, nord never yet more need.

[Exeunt.

• The preceding fourteen lines were first printed in the folio.

More and less-greater and less great and small.
• The preceding twenty-one lines were first printed in the folio.
« Nor. So the folio; the quarto, and.

SCENE II.-London. A Street.

Enter Sir John FALSTAFF, with his Page bearing his sword and buckler. Fal. Sirrab, 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. FAL. Men of all sorts take a pride to girda 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 o'erwhelmed 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 agatec 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; yet he will not stick to say, his face is a face-royal: Heaven may finish it when he will, it is not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still asd 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 Domble

don about the satin for my short cloak and slops ? PAGE. He said, sir, you should procure bim better assurance than Bardolph: he

would not take his bond and yours; he liked not the security. Fal. Let him be damned like the glutton! may his tongue be hotter!—a whore

son 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 upę, 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 he should have sent me two-and-twenty yards of satin, as I am true knight, and he sends me security. Well, he may

. Gird. To gird is to smite, and thence metaphorically to jeer, to scoff at.

Invent. So the old editions; the common reading is vent. • Agate. Falstaff compares his little page to an agate, for his diminutiveness. In the same manner Queen Mab, in 'Romeo and Juliet,' comes,

“In shape no bigger than an agate stone." But agate-stones were also often “cut or graven with some forms and images in them, namely, of famous men's heads." So says Florio, in his · New World of Words,' under the word formaglio.

"As. The old copies read, at.
Taking up buying upon credit.

sleep in security; for he hath the horn of abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines through it: and yet cannot be see, though he have his own

lantern to light him. Where's Bardolph ? PAGE. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your worship a horse. FAL. I bought him in Paul's', and he 'll buy me a horse in Smithfield 6: if I could get me a wife in the stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived.

Enter the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE and an Attendant. PAGE. Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the prince for striking him

about Bardolph. FAL. Wait close, I will not see him. CH. Just. What's he that goes there? ATTEN. Falstaff, an 't please your lordship. CH. Just. He that was in question for the robbery? ATTEN. He, my lord: but he hath since done good service at Shrewsbury; and,

as I hear, is now going with some charge to the lord John of Lancaster. Ch. Jost. What, to York? Call him back again. ATTEN. Sir John Falstaff! FAL. Boy, tell him I am deaf. PAGE. You must speak louder, my master is deaf. CH. Just. I am sure he is, to the hearing of anything good. Go, pluck him by

the elbow; I must speak with him. ATTEN. Sir John, Fal. What! a young krave, and beg! Is there not wars ? is there not employ

ment? Doth not the king lack subjects ? do not the rebels want soldiers ? Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side, were it worse than the name of rebellion can

tell how to make it. ATTEN. You mistake me, sir. FAL. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man ? setting my knighthood and

my soldiership aside, I had lied in my throat if I had said so. ATTEN. I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and your soldiership aside; and

give me leave to tell you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am any other

than an honest man. Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that which grows to me! If

thou gett'st any leave of me, hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert better

be banged: You hunt countera ; hence! avaunt! ATTEN. Sir, my lord would speak with you. Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. Fal. My good lord !--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

Hunt counter. The hound that runs counter hunts upon a wrong scent>" on the false trail." (Hamlet.') Falstaff either tells the attendant "you hunt counter"—you hunt the wrong way; or calls him a “hunt-counter,"—which also might imply that the attendant was a bailiff's follower—"counter-rat," as Sir Thomas Overbury has it.

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. CH. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury. Fal. If it please your lordship, I hear his majesty is returned with some dis

mfort from your lordship.on before your

CA. Just. I talk not of his majesty :-You 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, let me speak with you. FAL. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy; a sleeping of the blood,

a whoreson tinglinga. CH. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as it is. FAL. It hath its original from much grief; from study, and perturbation of the

brain; I have read the cause of his effects in Galeo; it is a kind of deaf.

ness. C#. Just. I think you are fallen into the disease ; for you hear not what I say

to you. Fal. Very well, my lord, very well : rather, an 't please you, it is the disease

of not listening, the malady of not marking, that I am troubled witbal. CR. JUST. To punish you by the heels would amend the attention of your ears ;

and I care not if I be your physician. Fal I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient: your lordship may

minister the potion of imprisonment to me, in respect of poverty; but how I should be your patient to follow your prescriptions, the wise may make some

dram of a scruple, or, indeed, a scruple itself. CH. Just. I sent for you, when there were matters against you for your life, to

come speak with me. FAL. As I was then advised by my learned counsel in the laws of this land-service,

I did not come. CA. Just. Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infamy. Fal. He that buckles him in my belt cannot live in less. CH. Just. Your means are very slender, and your waste great. FAL. I would it were otherwise; I would my means were greater, and my waist

slenderer. CH. Just. You have misled the youthful prince. FAL. The young prince bath misled me: I am the fellowb with the great belly,

and he my dog. CH. Just. Well, I am loth 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'erposting that action.

Tingling. In this speech we give the reading of the folio. • The fellore, &c. This is probably an allusion to some well-known beggar of Shakspere's day.

Fal. My lord ?
CH. Just. But since all is well, keep it so : wake not a sleeping wolf.
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.
FAL. A wassel candle, my lord; all tallow: if I did say of wax, my growth would

approve the truth.
CA. Just. There is not a white hair on your face but should have his effect of

gravity.
FAL. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.
CH. Just. You follow the young prince up and down, like his evil angela.
Fal. Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light; but, I hope, he that looks upon me will

take me without weighing: and yet, in some respects, I grant, I cannot go, I
cannot tell 6: Virtue is of so little regard in these costermonger's times, that
true valour is turned bearherd: Pregnancy is 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. Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written

down old with all the characters of age? Have you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a yellow cheek? a white beard ? a decreasing leg? an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken? your wind short? your chin double? your wit singled? and every part about you blasted with antiquity ? and will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, sir John !

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Evil angel. Eril is the reading of the folio; ill of the quarto. Theobald says, “ If this were the true reading, Falstaff could not have made the witty and humorous evasion he has done in his reply.” It may be answered, however, that the humour of the evasion is perhaps rather heightened by Falstaff's change of the epithet from evil to ill. When he says "an ill angel is light,” his allusion is to the coin called an angel.

I cannot tell. Johnson interprets this, I cannot pass current. Gifford objects to this interpretation, saying that the expression, which is frequent in Ben Jonson and Beaumont and Fletcher, has here only its common colloquial meaning.

Costermonger's times-times of petty traffic, when qualities are rated by money's worth. A costard is an apple;—thence a costard-monger ;-and so the word came to imply, as it does now, a small huckstering dealer. In the quarto and folio we have coster-monger's; Shakspere sometimes uses a substantive adjectively, but the modern editors have considered this to be a rule of his phraseology, which it is not.

d Wit single. Single may be taken for small, according to Steevens, who gives us the example of single beer for small beer. But this use of the word has reference to the quantity of malt consumed in the production of the beer. The expression in 'Romeo and Juliet,' “ O single-soled jest!" has also a direct reference to the thinness of Romeo's pump. We can scarcely, therefore, say that single means small, taken generally; but the Chief Justice, it appears to us, has lost something of his characteristic gravity, and has become infected by him who was not only witty himself, but the cause of wit in others; and he thus opposes the single wit to the double chin; and also suggests the real character of wit. All wit is to a certain extent double, it has the obvious meaning, and the more recondite meaning which makes the point. Single wit is very much the same as pointless wit. It is to be observed that in the folio “ your chin double” is omitted typographical error, we have little doubt.

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