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pray you, sir ?-What, with two points' on your Pist. Die men, like dogs; give crowns like pins; shoulder? much?!
Have we not Hiren here? Pist. I will murder your ruff for this.
Host. O’my word, captain, there's none such Fal. No more, Pistol; I would not have you here. What the good-jere! do you think I would go off here: discharge yourself of our company, 5 deny her? I pray, be quiet, Pistol.
Pist. Then l'ed, and be fut, my fair Calipolis'': Host. No, good captain Pistol; not here, sweet Come, give's some sack. captain.
Si fortuna me tormenta, sperato me contenta.-Dal.Captain! thou abominable damn’d cheater, Fear we broadsidea? no, let the tiend give tire: art thou not asham’d to be call'al-captain. If cap-10|Give me some sack;—and, sweetheart, lye thou tains were of my mind, they would truncheon you
there. [Luying down his swoord. out, for taking their names upon you before you Come we to full points!? here; and are et ceteras have earn’d them. You a captain, you slave! for
nothing? what? for tearing a poor whore's rult in a bawdy. Fal. Pistol, I would be quiet. house?-Hea captain! Hang him, rogue! le 15 Pist, Sweet knight, I kiss thy neif'}: What! lives upon mouldy stew'd prunes, and dry'd cakes'. we have seen the seven stars. A captain! these villains will make the word cap- Dol. Thrust him down stairs; I cannot endure tain as odious as the word occupy*; which was sucli a fustian rascal. an excellent good word before it was ill sorted: Pist. Thrust him down stairs! know we not therefore captains had need louk to it.
20 Galloway nags'? Burd. Pray thee, go down, good ancient.
Fal. Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shoveFal. Hark thee hither, mistress Doll.
groat shilling': nay, if he do nothing but speak Pist. Not I: I tell thee what, corporal Bar- nothing, he shall be nothing here. dolph ;-I could tear her:
--I'll be reveng'd on Burd. Come, get you down stairs. her.
25 Pist. What! shall we have incision? shall we Page. Pray thee, go down.
Jimbrew ---Then death Pist. I'll see her damn' tirst;-To Pluto's dam- Kock me asleep'', abridge my doleful days! ned lake, to the internal deep, where Erebus and Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds torturers vile also. Hold hook and line', say 1. Cntwine the sisters three! Come, Atropos, 1 say!. Down! down, dogs! down, faitors“! Have we 30
[Snatching up his sword, not Hiren' here?
Host. Here's goodly stuff toward! Host. Good captain Peesel, be quiet; it is very Fal. Give me my rapier, boy: late: I beseek you now, aggravate your choler. Dol. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw.' Pist. These be good humours, indeed! Shall Fal, Get thec down stairs. pack-horses,
[Drating, und driving Pistol out. And hollow-pamper'd jades of Asia",
Host. Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear Which cannot go but thirty miles a day, keeping house, before l'il be in these tirrits and Compare with Cæsars, and with Cannibals', Irights. So; inurther, I warrant now.-Alas, And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them with alas! put up your naked weapons, put up your King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar.
40 naked weapons. Shall we fall foul for toys?
Dol. I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal is Host. By my troth, captain, these are very bitter
gone. Ah, vi
whoreson little valiant villain, you! words.
Host. Are you not hurt i'the groin? methought Bard. Be gone, good ancient : this will grow to he made a shrewd thrust at vour belly. a brawl anon.
(Re-enter Bardolph. "As a mark of his commission. ? Minch was a common expression of disdain at that time, of the same sense with that more modern one, Ilarry come up. 'Meaning, that he liv'd on the refuse provisions of bawdy-houses and pastry-cooks' shops. The allusion to ster'd prunes, and all that is necessary to be known on that subject, has been already explained in our notes on other passages of these Plays. * Occupant seems to have been formerly a term for a woman of the town, as occupier was for a wencher. * These words are introduced in ridicule of some absurd and fustian passages from plays, in which Shakspeare had been a performer, and from which the greater part of Pistoi's character seems to be composed. i. e. traitors, rascals. ? Hiren was sometimes a cant term for mistress or barlot ; Pistol may therefore inean, “ Have we not a strumpet here? and why am I thus used by her?'' : These lines are in part a quotation out of an old absurd fustian play, entitled, Tamburlain's Conquests; or, The Scythiun Shepherd. · Cannibal is used by a blunder for Hannibal. 10 Mr. Steevens observes, that as Hiren was sometimes used to denote a mistress or harlot, Pistol may be supposed to give it on this occasion, as an endearing name, to his sword, in the same spirit of tondness that he presently calls it-sweet-heart. Pistol delights in bestowing titles on his weapon. In this scene he also calls itAtropos. A burlesque on a line in an old play, called The Battle of Alcazar, &c. 2 That is, shall we stop here? 3 i. e. I kiss thy list. 11 That is, common backneys.
1) Mr. Steevens supposes this expression to mean a piece of polished metal made use of in the play of shovel-board. fragment of an aucient song, supposed to have been written by Anne Boleyn; for which see Sir Joliu Hawkins's General History of Music, vol. III. p. 31.
16 This is a
turn'd him out of doors ? Afaculties he hath, that shew a weak mind and an Burd. Yes, sir, the rascal's drunk: you have able body, for the which the prince admits hin: burt him, sir, in the shoulder.
for the prince bimself is such another; the weight Ful. A rascal! to brave me!
of a hair will turn the scale between their avere Dal. Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, 5 dupois. poor ape, how thou sweat’st? Come, let me wipe P. Henry. Would not this nave of a wheel' thy face;--come on, you whoreson chops:—Ah, bave his cars cut off ? rogue! I love thee.-Thou art as valorous as Poins. Let's beat him before his whore. Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon, and P. Henry. Look, if the wither'd elder hath not ten tiines better than the nine worthies: Ah, vil-10 his poll claw'd like a parrot. Jain !
Poins. Is it not strange, that desire should so Fal. A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a many years out-live periormance? blanket.
Ful. Kiss me,
Doll. Dol. Do, if thou dar'st for thy heart: if thou P. Henry. Saturn and Venus this year in condo'st, I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets. 15 junctione! what says the almanack to that? Enter Musick.
Poins. And, look, whether the fiery Trigon', Page. The musick is come, sir.
his man, be not lisping to his master's old tablesie; Fal. Let them play ;-Play, sirs.--Sit on my his note book, bis counsel-keeper. knee, Doll. A rascal bragging slave! the rogue Ful. Thou dost give me flaitering busses. fled from me, like quicksilver.
Dol. Nay, truly; I kiss thee with a'most comDol. l'faith, and thou followd'st him like a stant heart. church. Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew Fal. I am old, I am old. boar-pig', when wilt thou leave fighting o'days, Dol. I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy and foining of nights, and begin to patch up thine young boy of them all. old body for heaven?
25 Fal. What stuff wilt have a kirtle" of? I shall Enter,behind, Prince Henry and Poins, disguised receive money on Thursday: thou shalt have acap like drawers.
to-morrow. A merry song, coine: it grow's late, Fal. Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a we'll to bed. Thou'lt forget me, when I am gone. death's head”; do not bid me remember mine end. Dol. By my troth, thou'lt set me a weeping, an
Dol. Sirrah, what humour is the prince of? 30 thou say'st so: prove that ever I dress myself hand
Fal. A good shallow young fellow: he would some 'till thy return.-Well, hearhen the end. have made a good pantier, he would have chipp'u Fal. Soine sack, Francis. bread well.
P. Henry. Poins. Anon, anon, sir. Dol. They say, Poins had a good wit.
Fal. Ha! a bastard sou of the king's?—and art Fal. He a good wit? hang him, baboon!-bis 35 not thou Poins, his brother? wit is as thick a: Tewksbury' mustard; there is P. llenry. Whiy, thou globe of sinful contino more conceit in him, than is in a mallet. nents, what a lite dost thou lead?
Dol. Why doth the prince love him so then? Fol. A better than thou; I am a gentleman,
Fal. Because their legs are both of a bigness; thou art a drawer. and he plays at quoits well; and eats conger and 40 P. Henry. Very true, sir; and I come to draw fennel : and drinks oif candles' ends for flap- you out by the ears, dragons'; and rides the wild mare with the boys; Host. O, the Lord preserve thy good grace! and jumps upon joini-stools; and swears with a welcome to London.--Now heaven bless that good grace: and wears his boot very smooth, like wert face of thine! what, are you come from unto the sign of the leg; and breeds no bate with 45 Wales? telling of' discreet stories: and such other gamboll Fal. Thou whoreson mad compound of ma
· For tidy Sir Thomas Hanmer reads tiny; but they are both words of endearment, and equally proper. Bartholomezu bour-pig is a little pig made of paste, sold at Bartholomew-fair, and given to chil. dren for a fairing. ? Mr. Steevens says it was the custom for the bawds of that age to wear a death's head in a ring, upon their middle finger. Tewksbury, a market-town in Gloucestershire, was formerly noted for mustard-balls made there, and sent into other parts. * Conger with fennel was formerly regarded as a provocative. A flup-uragon is some small combustible body, fired at one end, and put atloat in a glass of liquor. It is an act of a toper's dexterity to toss off the glass in such a manner as to prevent the flap-dragon from doing mischief Ben Jonson speaks of those who eat candles' ends, as an act of love and gallantry. But perhaps our author, by Poins swallowing candles' ends by way of fup-ilragons, meant to indicate no more than that the prince loved him because he was always ready to do any thing for his ainusement, however absurd or unnatural. This expression may not perhaps be improperly elucidated by a passage in The Merry Wives of iVindsor, where Mrs. Quickly; enumerating the virtues of Jolin Rugby, adds, that “ he is no tell-tale, no breed-bate." Alluding to the roundness of Falstaff, who was called round man in contempt before. • Meaning, that this was indeed a prodigy; astrologers having remarked, that Saturn and Venusare never conjoined. 'Trigonum igneum is the astronomical term when the upper planets meet in a fiery sign. Dr. Warburton thinks, we should read, clasping too his master's old tables, i. e. embracing his master's cast-off whore, and now his bawd [his note-book, his counsel-keeper]. "Mr.Steevens conjectures that kirtle here means a petticoat.
jesty,-by this light flesh and corrupt blood, thou ment upon thee, for sussering flesh to be eaten in art welcome. [Leaning his hand upon Doll. thy house, contrary to the law; for the which, I Dol. How! you fát fool, I scorn you.
think, thon wilt howl. Poins. Mvjord, he will drive you out of your Host. All victuallers do so: What's a joint of revenge, and turn all to a merriment, if you take 5 mutton or two, in a whole Lent? not the heat.
P.Ilenry. You, gentlewoman,P. Henry. You wlioreson candle-mine', you, Dol. What says your grace? how viiely did you speak of me even now, before Ful. His grace says that which his flesh rebels this honest, virious, civil gentlewoman? against.
Host. 'Blessing o' your good heart! and so she 10 Ilost. Who knocks so loud at door? look to the is, by my troth.
door there, Francis. Túl. Didi thou hear me?
Enter Peto. P.Il nry. Yes; and you knew me, as you diril P.Ilenry. Peto, how now? what news? when you ran arrax by Gads-hiil: you knew, I Peto. The king your father is at Westminster; was at your back: and spoke it on purpose, lo iry 13 And there are twenty weak and wearied posts my patience.
Core from the vorth : and, as I came along, Ful No, no, no; not so: I did not think thou 1 met, and overtook, a dozen captains, vast within hearing.
Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns, P. Henry. I shall drive you then to confi'ss the And ashing every one for Sir John Falstaff. wilful abuse; and then I know bow to handle you. 20 P. Henry. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much Ful. No abuse, Ilal, on mine honour; no abuse.
to blaine, P. Henry. No! to dispraise me; and call me So idly to protane the precious time; pantler, and bread.chipper, and I know not what; When tempest of conmotion, like the south Fal. No abuse, Ilal.
Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt, Poins. No abuse!
25 And drop upon our bare unarmed heads. [night. Fal. No abuse, Ned, in the world; honest Ned, Give me my sword and cloak:-Faistaff, good I disprais’d him before the wicked, that
[Ereunt Prince and Poins. the wicked might not fall in love with him:-in Ful. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the which doing, have done the part of a careful night, and we must hence, and leave it unpick'd. friend, and a true subject, and thy father is to give 30 More knocking at the door?-How now? 'what's me thanks for it. No abuse, Pål;--none, Ned the matter? none;- no, boys, none.
Burd. You must away to court, sir, presently; P. Henry. See now, whether pure fear, anden- A dozen captains stay at door for you. tire cowardice, doth not make thee wrong this vir
Hill. Pay the musicians, sirrah [To the Page.] tuous gentlewoman to close with us? Is she of the 35 Farewel, hostess ;-farewel, Doli.—You see, my wicked? Is thine hostess here of the wicked: 0. 300d wenches, how men of merit are sought after : is the boy of the wicked? or honest Bardolph, the undeserver may sleep, when the man of action whose zeal burns in his nose, of the wicked?
is call'd on.
:-Farewel, good wenches:If I be not Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, answer. ient away post, I will see you again ere I go.
Fal. The fiend hath prick'd down Bardolph irre-40 Dol. I cannot speak ;--if my heart be not ready coverable; and his face is Lucifer's privy kitchen, -o burst:-Well, sweet Jack, have a care of thywhere he doth nothing but roast mait-worms. Foi
iell. the boy,—there is a good angel about him; but the Fal. Farewel, farewel, [Freunt Fal. and Bard. devil out-bids him too.
Host. Well, fare thee well: I have known thee P.II: nry. For the women,
45 these twenty-nine years, come pescod-time; but Ful. For one of them, -olie is in hell already, in honester and truer-hearted man,-Well, fare and burns, poor soul! For the other, -I owe her hee well. money; and whether she be damn'd for that, I Bard. [rcithin.] Mistress Tear-sheet, know not.
Host. What's the matter?
[ter. Host. No, I warrant you.
Burd. Bid mistress Tear-sheet come to my masFal. No, I think thou art not; I think, thou Host. O run, Doll, run; run, good Doll.[Ereunt. art quit for that: Marry, there is another indict
A CT III.
And well consider of them: Make good speed..
Erit Page. The Palace.
60 How many thousand of my poorest subjects Enter King Henry, in his night-gown, with a Page. Are at this hour asleep!-o sleep, 0 gentle sleep, K. Henry. Go, call the earls of Surrey, and of Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, Warwick;
[ters, That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down, But, ere they come, bid thein o'er-read these let- And steep my senses in forgetfulness? 'Meaning, thou inexhaustible magazine of tallow.
Why, rather, sleep, Iy'st thou in smoky cribs, Would shut the book, and sit him down and de Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
"Tis not ten years gone, And huslı'd with buzzing night-ilies to thy slumber Since Richard and Northumberland, great friend, Than in the perfundi chambers of the great, Did feast together, and, in two years after, Under the canopies of costly state,
5 Were they at wars: It is but eight years, since And luild with sounds of sweetest melody? This Percy was the man nearest my soul; O thou dull god, why ly'st thou with the vile, Who like a brother toil'd in my attairs, In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch And laid his love and life under iny foot; 'A watch-case, or a common larum bell? Y'ca, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard, Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast 10Gave him defiance. But which of you was by, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains (You, cousin Nevil', as I may reinember) In cradle of the rude imperious surge;
[To Wurzick And in the visitation of the winds,
When Richard",—with his eve brim-full of tear, Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
Then check'd and rated by
But that necessity so bow'd the state,
The time shall come, thus did he follow it,
-0 went on,
Foretelling this samie time's condition,
War. There is a history in all men's lives,
Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd: K. Henry. Why then, good inorrow to you. The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, Well, my lords,
With a near aim, of the main chance of things Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? 30 As yet not come to life; which in their seeds,
Wor! We have, my liege. [kingdom And weak beginnings, lie entreasured,
K. Henry. Then you perceive, the body of our Such things become the hatch and brood of time; How foul it is; what rank diseases grow,
And, by the necessary form of this,
War. It is but as a body, yet distemper')"; 35 That great Northumberland, then false to him, Which to its former strength may be restor’d, Would, of that seed, grow to a greater falseness; With good advice, and little meilicine :
Which should not find a ground to root upon, My lord Northumberland will soon be coord. k. Henry. O heaven! that one might read the K. Henry. Are these things then necessities? book of fate;
10 Then let us meet them like necessities:And see the revolution of the times
And that same word'even nowcries out on us; Make mountains level, and the continent
They say, the bishop and Northumberland (Weary of solid firmness) melt itselt
Are fifty thousand strong. Into the sea! and, other times, to see
War. It cannot be, my lord; The beachy girdle of the ocean
45 Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, The numbers of the feard:- Please it your grace, And changes till the cup of alteration
To go to bed; upon my life, my lord,
The powers that you already have sent forth,
! This alludes to the watchman set in garrison-towns upon some eminence attending upon an alarumbell, which he was to ring out in case of fire, or any approaching danger. lle liad a case or box to shelter him froin the weather, but at his utmost peril he was not to sleep whilst he was upon duty. These alarum-bells are mentioned in several other places of Shahspeare. Ilurly means noise, from the French hurls', to howl. 3 Warburton thinks this passage to be evidently corrupted from happy loxlı; clown; these two lines making the just conclusion from what preceded: “ If sleep will tiy a king and consgru itself with beggars, then happy the irely clown, and uneasy the crown'd lead.” Dr. Jolinson observes, that distemper: (which, according to the old physic, is a disproportionate mixture of humours, or inequality of innate heat and radical bumidity) is less than actual disease, being only the state which foreruns or produces discases; and that the difierence between distemper and disease seems to be much the same as between disposition and habit. Mr. Steevens observes, that Shakspeare haš mistaken the name of this nobleman. The earldom of Warwick was at this time in the family of Beauchamp, and did not come into that of the Norils till the latter end of the reign of king Henry VI. when it descended to anne Beanchamp, (the daughter of the earl here introduced), who was married to Richard Nevil, earl of Salisbury. • He refers to King Richard, Act V. Scene II. ; but Warwick sas pot present at that conversation: Meaning, nccessity.
Unless on you.
A certain instance, that Glendower is dead.
Sil. Dead, sir. Your majesty hath been this tortnight ill;
Skal. Deud!-- See, see !-he dreva good bowz And these uniseasoned hours, perforce, must add -And dead!--he shot a fine shoot:-John of Unto your sickness.
Gaunt lov'd him well, and betted much money on K. Hlenry. I will take
counsel : 5 bis head. Dead!--he would have clapp'd if the And, were these inward wars once out of hand, clout' at twelve score; and carry you a fore-hand We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. [Ere. shaft a fourteen and fourteen and a halt", that it SCENE II.
would have done a man's heart good to see.
How a score of ewes now? Justice Shallore's Scat in Gloucestershire.
101 Sil. Thereafter as they be: a score of goud En'er Shalow meeting Silence. Mouldy, Shudow, ewes may be worth ten pounds. Hurt, Feible, andBull-culf, Servants, j'c.behind. Slul. And is old Double dead> Shal. Come on, come on, come on; give me
Enter Bardolph and his Boy. your hand, sir, give me your hand, sir : an early Sil. Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men, stirrer, by the rood'. And how doth my good 15 as I think. cousin Silence
Burd. Good-morrow, honest gentlemen: I beSir. Good-morrow, good cousin Shallow. seech you, which is Justice Shallow?
Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bed-fel- Shai. L'am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire low? and your fairest daughter, and mine, my god- of this county, and one of the king's justices of the daughter Ellen?
20 peace: What is your good pleasure with me? Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, cousin Shallow,
Bard. My captain, sir, conimends him to you; Shul. By yea and nay, sir, I dare say, my cousin my captain," Sir John Falstati: a tall gentleman, William is become a good scholar: Ile is at Ox- by heaven, and a most gallant leader. ford still, is he not?
Slul. He greets me well, sir: I knew him a Sil. Indeed, sir; to my cost.
125 good back-sword man: How doth the good knight? Shal. He must then to the innsofcourt shortly:
nay I ask, how my lady his wife doth ? I was once of Clement's-ion; where, I think, they Bard. Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accomwill talk of mad Shallow vet.
modated, than with a wife. Sil. You were callid lusty Shallow,then,cousin. Shad. It is well said, sir; and it is well said in
Shal. I was calld any thing; and I would have 30 deed, too. Better accommodated !—it is good; done any thing, indeed, and roundly too. There sea, indeed, is it: good phrases are surely, ard was I, and little John Doit of Statfordshire, and ever were, very coa mendable. 'Accommodated! black George Bare, and Francis Pickbone, and Will -it comes of accommodo: very good; a good Squele, a Cotswoldman,-you had not four such phrase swinge-bucklers’ in all the inns of court again:35 Bard. Pardon, sir; I have heard the word. and, I may say to you, we knew where the boua- Phrase, call you it! By this day, I know not the șobas* were ; and had the best of them all at phrase: but I will niaintain the word with my commandment. Then was Jack Falstail, now Sir sword, to be a soldier-like word, and a word of John, a boy; and page to Thomas Mowbray,cluke exceeding good command. Accommodated; that of Norfolk
40s, when a nan is, as they say, accommodated: or, Sil. This Sir Johu, cousin, that comes hither wben a man is, --being, -- hereby,- he may be aron about soldiers?
thought to be accommodated; which is an excet Shal. The same Sir Jolin, the very same.
lent thing, saw him, break Shogan's' head at the court gate,
Enter Falstaff when he was a crack", not thus bigli: and the 45 Shal. It is very just:-Look, here comes good very same day I did fight with one Sampson Stock- SirJohn.-Give me your good hand, give me your fish, a fruiterer, behind Gray's-im. O, the madi worship’s good hand: By my trotli, you look well, day's that I have spent! and to see how many of and bear your years very well: welcome, good Sir mine old acquaintances are dead !
Joh. Sil. We shall all follow, cousin.
50 Ful. I am glad to see you well, good master Shal. Certain, 'is certain; very sure, very sure: Robert Stailow;-Master Sure-card, as I think. deatlı, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all Shal. No, Sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stam- commission with me. ford fair?
Fal. Good master Silence, it well befits you Sil. Truly, cousin, I was not there.
sobhould be of the peace, Shul. Death is certain.-- Is old Double of your Sil. Your good worship is welcome. town living yet?
Ful. Fie! this is hot weather.-Gentlemen, Tj. e. the cross. For an account of the Cotswold games, so famous in Slaakspeare's time, se note?, p. 46. 'Swinge-buchbars and scrush-bucklers were words implying rakes or rioters, in the time of Shakspeare. i. e. ladies of pleasure, or harlots. We learn from a masque of Ben Jonson's, that Scogan was “a fine gentleman, and a master of arts of Henry the fourth's times, that made disguises for the king's sons, and writ in ballad royal daintily well.” This is an old Islandic word signitying a boy or child. 'i. e. hit the white mark. 8i. e. fourteen score of yards. Accommodute vas modish terin of that time, as Ben Jonson informs us.