ing, if thou sayest so: prove that I ever dress myself handsome till thy return. Well, hearken the end.

Fal. Some sack, Francis.

P. Hen., Poins. [advancing.] Anon, anon, sir.

Fal. Ha! a bastard son of the king's?And art not thou Poins his brother?

P. Hen. Why, thou globe of sinful continents, what a life dost thou lead?

Fal. A better than thou; I am a gentleman, thou art a drawer.

P. Hen. Very true, sir: and I come to draw you out by the ears.

Host. O, the Lord preserve thy good grace! by my troth, welcome to London.Now heaven bless that sweet face of thine! What, are you come from Wales?

Fal. Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, by this light flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome.

--

[Leaning his hand upon DOLL. Doll. How you fat fool, I scorn you. Poins. My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge, and turn all to a merriment, if you take not the heat.

P. Hen. You whoreson candle-mine, you, how vilely did you speak of me even now, before this honest, virtuous, civil gentle

woman!

Host. Blessing on your good heart! and So she is, by my troth.

Fal. Didst thou hear me?

P. Hen. Yes; and you knew me, as you did when you ran away by Gadshill: you knew I was at your back; and spoke it on purpose to try my patience.

Fal. No, no, no, not so; I did not think thou wast within hearing.

P. Hen. I shall drive you then to confess the wilful abuse; and then I know how to handle you.

Fal. No abuse, Hal, on mine honor; no abuse.

P. Hen. Not to dispraise me, and call me pantler, and bread-chipper, and I know not what?

Fal. No abuse, Hal.

Poins. No abuse !

Fal. No abuse, Ned, in the world; honest Ned, none. I dispraised him before the wicked, that the wicked might not fall in love with him:-in which doing, I have done the part of a careful friend and a true subject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it. No abuse, Hal; - none, Ned, none;-no, boys, none.

F. Hen. See now, whether pure fear, and entire cowardice, doth not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to close with us? Is she of the wicked? Is thine hostess here of the wicked? or is the boy of the wicked? Or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his nose, of the wicked?

Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, answer.

Fal. The fiend hath pricked down Bar

dolph, irrecoverable; and his face is Lucifer's privy-kitchen, where he doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For the boy,-there is a good angel about him; but the devil outbids him too.

P. Hen. For the women,——

Fal. For one of them,-she is in hell already, and burns, poor soul! For the other, --I owe her money, and whether she be damned for that, I know not.

Host. No, I warrant you.

Fal. No, I think thou art not; I think thou art quit for that. Marry, there is another indictment upon thee, for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house, contrary to the law; for the which, I think, thou wilt howl. Host. All victuallers do so; what is a joint of mutton or two in a whole Lent?

P Hen. You, gentlewoman,—
Doll. What says your grace?

Fal. His grace says that which his flesh rebels against.

Host. Who knocks so loud at door? look to the door, there, Francis.

Enter PETO.

P. Hen. Peto, how now? what news? Peto. The king your father is at Westminster;

And there are twenty weak and wearied posts Come from the north: and, as I came along, I met, and overtook, a dozen captains,

Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the tav erns,

And asking every one for sir John Falstaff. P. Hen. By heavens, Poins, I feel me much to blame,

So idly to profane the precious time;
When tempest of commotion, like the south,
Borne with black vapor, doth begin to melt,
And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.
Give me my sword and cloak.- Falstaff,
good night.

[Exeunt P. HEN., POINS, PETO, and BARD. Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence, and leave it unpicked. [Knocking heard. More knocking at the door!

Re-enter BARDOLPH.

How now? what's the matter?

Bard. You must away to court, sir, presently;

A dozen captains stay at door for you.

Fal. [to the Page.] Pay the musicians, sirrah. Farewell, hostess;-farewell, Doll. -You see, my good wenches, how men of merit are sought after: the undeserver may sleep, when the man of action is called on. Farewell, good wenches: if I be not sent away post I will see you again ere I go.

Doll. I cannot speak -if my heart be not ready to burst :-well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself.

Fal. Farewell, farewell.

[Exeunt FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH

Host. Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these twenty-nine years, come peascod time; but an honester and truer-hearted nian, -well, fare thee well.

Bard. [within.] Mistress Tear-sheet.
Host. What's the matter?

Bard. [within.] Bid mistress Tear-sheet come to my master.

Host. O run, Doll, run; run, good Doll.

[Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I.-A Room in the Palace.

Enter KING HENRY, with a Page.

King Henry.

O, call the earls of Surrey and of Warwick: [read these letters, But, ere they come, bid them o'erAnd well consider of them: make [Exit Page. How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle

good speed.

sleep,

[thee, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,

And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,