| ACT II SCENE IV | The Boar's-Head Tavern, Eastcheap. | |
| | Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Ned, prithee, come out of that fat room, and lend me | |
| | thy hand to laugh a little. | |
| POINS | Where hast been, Hal? | |
| PRINCE HENRY | With three or four loggerheads amongst three or four | 5 |
| | score hogsheads. I have sounded the very | |
| | base-string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother | |
| | to a leash of drawers; and can call them all by | |
| | their christen names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis. | |
| | They take it already upon their salvation, that | 10 |
| | though I be but the prince of Wales, yet I am king | |
| | of courtesy; and tell me flatly I am no proud Jack, | |
| | like Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a | |
| | good boy, by the Lord, so they call me, and when I | |
| | am king of England, I shall command all the good | 15 |
| | lads in Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dyeing | |
| | scarlet; and when you breathe in your watering, they | |
| | cry 'hem!' and bid you play it off. To conclude, I | |
| | am so good a proficient in one quarter of an hour, | |
| | that I can drink with any tinker in his own language | 20 |
| | during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost | |
| | much honour, that thou wert not with me in this sweet | |
| | action. But, sweet Ned,--to sweeten which name of | |
| | Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped | |
| | even now into my hand by an under-skinker, one that | 25 |
| | never spake other English in his life than 'Eight | |
| | shillings and sixpence' and 'You are welcome,' with | |
| | this shrill addition, 'Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint | |
| | of bastard in the Half-Moon,' or so. But, Ned, to | |
| | drive away the time till Falstaff come, I prithee, | 30 |
| | do thou stand in some by-room, while I question my | |
| | puny drawer to what end he gave me the sugar; and do | |
| | thou never leave calling 'Francis,' that his tale | |
| | to me may be nothing but 'Anon.' Step aside, and | |
| | I'll show thee a precedent. | 35 |
| POINS | Francis! | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Thou art perfect. | |
| POINS | Francis! | |
| | Exit POINS | |
| | Enter FRANCIS | |
| FRANCIS | Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the Pomgarnet, Ralph. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Come hither, Francis. | 40 |
| FRANCIS | My lord? | |
| PRINCE HENRY | How long hast thou to serve, Francis? | |
| FRANCIS | Forsooth, five years, and as much as to-- | |
| POINS | Within | |
| FRANCIS | Anon, anon, sir. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Five year! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking | 45 |
| | of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant | |
| | as to play the coward with thy indenture and show it | |
| | a fair pair of heels and run from it? | |
| FRANCIS | O Lord, sir, I'll be sworn upon all the books in | |
| | England, I could find in my heart. | 50 |
| POINS | Within | |
| FRANCIS | Anon, sir. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | How old art thou, Francis? | |
| FRANCIS | Let me see--about Michaelmas next I shall be-- | |
| POINS | Within | |
| FRANCIS | Anon, sir. Pray stay a little, my lord. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar thou | 55 |
| | gavest me,'twas a pennyworth, wast't not? | |
| FRANCIS | O Lord, I would it had been two! | |
| PRINCE HENRY | I will give thee for it a thousand pound: ask me | |
| | when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it. | |
| POINS | Within | |
| FRANCIS | Anon, anon. | 60 |
| PRINCE HENRY | Anon, Francis? No, Francis; but to-morrow, Francis; | |
| | or, Francis, o' Thursday; or indeed, Francis, when | |
| | thou wilt. But, Francis! | |
| FRANCIS | My lord? | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crystal-button, | 65 |
| | not-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter, | |
| | smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,-- | |
| FRANCIS | O Lord, sir, who do you mean? | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Why, then, your brown bastard is your only drink; | |
| | for look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet | 70 |
| | will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much. | |
| FRANCIS | What, sir? | |
| POINS | Within | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Away, you rogue! dost thou not hear them call? | |
| | Here they both call him; the drawer stands amazed,not knowing which way to go | |
| | Enter Vintner | |
| Vintner | What, standest thou still, and hearest such a | |
| | calling? Look to the guests within. | 75 |
| | Exit Francis | |
| | My lord, old Sir John, with half-a-dozen more, are | |
| | at the door: shall I let them in? | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Let them alone awhile, and then open the door. | |
| | Exit Vintner | |
| | Poins! | |
| | Re-enter POINS | |
| POINS | Anon, anon, sir. | 80 |
| PRINCE HENRY | Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at | |
| | the door: shall we be merry? | |
| POINS | As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark ye; what | |
| | cunning match have you made with this jest of the | |
| | drawer? come, what's the issue? | 85 |
| PRINCE HENRY | I am now of all humours that have showed themselves | |
| | humours since the old days of goodman Adam to the | |
| | pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight. | |
| | Re-enter FRANCIS | |
| | What's o'clock, Francis? | |
| FRANCIS | Anon, anon, sir. | 90 |
| | Exit | |
| PRINCE HENRY | That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a | |
| | parrot, and yet the son of a woman! His industry is | |
| | upstairs and downstairs; his eloquence the parcel of | |
| | a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the | |
| | Hotspur of the north; he that kills me some six or | 95 |
| | seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his | |
| | hands, and says to his wife 'Fie upon this quiet | |
| | life! I want work.' 'O my sweet Harry,' says she, | |
| | 'how many hast thou killed to-day?' 'Give my roan | |
| | horse a drench,' says he; and answers 'Some | 100 |
| | fourteen,' an hour after; 'a trifle, a trifle.' I | |
| | prithee, call in Falstaff: I'll play Percy, and | |
| | that damned brawn shall play Dame Mortimer his | |
| | wife. 'Rivo!' says the drunkard. Call in ribs, call in tallow. | |
| | Enter FALSTAFF, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH, and PETO;FRANCIS following with wine | |
| POINS | Welcome, Jack: where hast thou been? | 105 |
| FALSTAFF | A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too! | |
| | marry, and amen! Give me a cup of sack, boy. Ere I | |
| | lead this life long, I'll sew nether stocks and mend | |
| | them and foot them too. A plague of all cowards! | |
| | Give me a cup of sack, rogue. Is there no virtue extant? | 110 |
| | He drinks | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter? | |
| | pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the sweet tale | |
| | of the sun's! if thou didst, then behold that compound. | |
| FALSTAFF | You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: there is | |
| | nothing but roguery to be found in villanous man: | 115 |
| | yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime | |
| | in it. A villanous coward! Go thy ways, old Jack; | |
| | die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be | |
| | not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a | |
| | shotten herring. There live not three good men | 120 |
| | unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and | |
| | grows old: God help the while! a bad world, I say. | |
| | I would I were a weaver; I could sing psalms or any | |
| | thing. A plague of all cowards, I say still. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | How now, wool-sack! what mutter you? | 125 |
| FALSTAFF | A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy | |
| | kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy | |
| | subjects afore thee like a flock of wild-geese, | |
| | I'll never wear hair on my face more. You Prince of Wales! | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Why, you whoreson round man, what's the matter? | 130 |
| FALSTAFF | Are not you a coward? answer me to that: and Poins there? | |
| POINS | 'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, by the | |
| | Lord, I'll stab thee. | |
| FALSTAFF | I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere I call | |
| | thee coward: but I would give a thousand pound I | 135 |
| | could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight | |
| | enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your | |
| | back: call you that backing of your friends? A | |
| | plague upon such backing! give me them that will | |
| | face me. Give me a cup of sack: I am a rogue, if I | 140 |
| | drunk to-day. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou | |
| | drunkest last. | |
| FALSTAFF | All's one for that. | |
| | He drinks | |
| | A plague of all cowards, still say I. | 145 |
| PRINCE HENRY | What's the matter? | |
| FALSTAFF | What's the matter! there be four of us here have | |
| | ta'en a thousand pound this day morning. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Where is it, Jack? where is it? | |
| FALSTAFF | Where is it! taken from us it is: a hundred upon | 150 |
| | poor four of us. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | What, a hundred, man? | |
| FALSTAFF | I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a | |
| | dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scaped by | |
| | miracle. I am eight times thrust through the | 155 |
| | doublet, four through the hose; my buckler cut | |
| | through and through; my sword hacked like a | |
| | hand-saw--ecce signum! I never dealt better since | |
| | I was a man: all would not do. A plague of all | |
| | cowards! Let them speak: if they speak more or | 160 |
| | less than truth, they are villains and the sons of darkness. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Speak, sirs; how was it? | |
| GADSHILL | We four set upon some dozen-- | |
| FALSTAFF | Sixteen at least, my lord. | |
| GADSHILL | And bound them. | 165 |
| PETO | No, no, they were not bound. | |
| FALSTAFF | You rogue, they were bound, every man of them; or I | |
| | am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. | |
| GADSHILL | As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh men set upon us-- | |
| FALSTAFF | And unbound the rest, and then come in the other. | 170 |
| PRINCE HENRY | What, fought you with them all? | |
| FALSTAFF | All! I know not what you call all; but if I fought | |
| | not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish: if | |
| | there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old | |
| | Jack, then am I no two-legged creature. | 175 |
| PRINCE HENRY | Pray God you have not murdered some of them. | |
| FALSTAFF | Nay, that's past praying for: I have peppered two | |
| | of them; two I am sure I have paid, two rogues | |
| | in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell | |
| | thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou | 180 |
| | knowest my old ward; here I lay and thus I bore my | |
| | point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me-- | |
| PRINCE HENRY | What, four? thou saidst but two even now. | |
| FALSTAFF | Four, Hal; I told thee four. | |
| POINS | Ay, ay, he said four. | 185 |
| FALSTAFF | These four came all a-front, and mainly thrust at | |
| | me. I made me no more ado but took all their seven | |
| | points in my target, thus. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Seven? why, there were but four even now. | |
| FALSTAFF | In buckram? | 190 |
| POINS | Ay, four, in buckram suits. | |
| FALSTAFF | Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Prithee, let him alone; we shall have more anon. | |
| FALSTAFF | Dost thou hear me, Hal? | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Ay, and mark thee too, Jack. | 195 |
| FALSTAFF | Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These nine | |
| | in buckram that I told thee of-- | |
| PRINCE HENRY | So, two more already. | |
| FALSTAFF | Their points being broken,-- | |
| POINS | Down fell their hose. | 200 |
| FALSTAFF | Began to give me ground: but I followed me close, | |
| | came in foot and hand; and with a thought seven of | |
| | the eleven I paid. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two! | |
| FALSTAFF | But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten | 205 |
| | knaves in Kendal green came at my back and let drive | |
| | at me; for it was so dark, Hal, that thou couldst | |
| | not see thy hand. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | These lies are like their father that begets them; | |
| | gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, thou | 210 |
| | clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou | |
| | whoreson, obscene, grease tallow-catch,-- | |
| FALSTAFF | What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth | |
| | the truth? | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal | 215 |
| | green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy | |
| | hand? come, tell us your reason: what sayest thou to this? | |
| POINS | Come, your reason, Jack, your reason. | |
| FALSTAFF | What, upon compulsion? 'Zounds, an I were at the | |
| | strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would | 220 |
| | not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on | |
| | compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as | |
| | blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon | |
| | compulsion, I. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguine | 225 |
| | coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, | |
| | this huge hill of flesh,-- | |
| FALSTAFF | 'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried | |
| | neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O | |
| | for breath to utter what is like thee! you | 230 |
| | tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile | |
| | standing-tuck,-- | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again: and | |
| | when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons, | |
| | hear me speak but this. | 235 |
| POINS | Mark, Jack. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | We two saw you four set on four and bound them, and | |
| | were masters of their wealth. Mark now, how a plain | |
| | tale shall put you down. Then did we two set on you | |
| | four; and, with a word, out-faced you from your | 240 |
| | prize, and have it; yea, and can show it you here in | |
| | the house: and, Falstaff, you carried your guts | |
| | away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roared | |
| | for mercy and still run and roared, as ever I heard | |
| | bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword | 245 |
| | as thou hast done, and then say it was in fight! | |
| | What trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst | |
| | thou now find out to hide thee from this open and | |
| | apparent shame? | |
| POINS | Come, let's hear, Jack; what trick hast thou now? | 250 |
| FALSTAFF | By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye. | |
| | Why, hear you, my masters: was it for me to kill the | |
| | heir-apparent? should I turn upon the true prince? | |
| | why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules: but | |
| | beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true | 255 |
| | prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was now a | |
| | coward on instinct. I shall think the better of | |
| | myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant | |
| | lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by the Lord, | |
| | lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess, clap | 260 |
| | to the doors: watch to-night, pray to-morrow. | |
| | Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles | |
| | of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be | |
| | merry? shall we have a play extempore? | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Content; and the argument shall be thy running away. | 265 |
| FALSTAFF | Ah, no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! | |
| | Enter Hostess | |
| Hostess | O Jesu, my lord the prince! | |
| PRINCE HENRY | How now, my lady the hostess! what sayest thou to | |
| | me? | |
| Hostess | Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at | 270 |
| | door would speak with you: he says he comes from | |
| | your father. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and | |
| | send him back again to my mother. | |
| FALSTAFF | What manner of man is he? | 275 |
| Hostess | An old man. | |
| FALSTAFF | What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Shall | |
| | I give him his answer? | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Prithee, do, Jack. | |
| FALSTAFF | 'Faith, and I'll send him packing. | 280 |
| | Exit FALSTAFF | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Now, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair; so did you, | |
| | Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you | |
| | ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true | |
| | prince; no, fie! | |
| BARDOLPH | 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run. | 285 |
| PRINCE HENRY | 'Faith, tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff's | |
| | sword so hacked? | |
| PETO | Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would | |
| | swear truth out of England but he would make you | |
| | believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like. | 290 |
| BARDOLPH | Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass to | |
| | make them bleed, and then to beslubber our garments | |
| | with it and swear it was the blood of true men. I | |
| | did that I did not this seven year before, I blushed | |
| | to hear his monstrous devices. | 295 |
| PRINCE HENRY | O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years | |
| | ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since | |
| | thou hast blushed extempore. Thou hadst fire and | |
| | sword on thy side, and yet thou rannest away: what | |
| | instinct hadst thou for it? | 300 |
| BARDOLPH | My lord, do you see these meteors? do you behold | |
| | these exhalations? | |
| PRINCE HENRY | I do. | |
| BARDOLPH | What think you they portend? | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Hot livers and cold purses. | 305 |
| BARDOLPH | Choler, my lord, if rightly taken. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | No, if rightly taken, halter. | |
| | Re-enter FALSTAFF | |
| | Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone. | |
| | How now, my sweet creature of bombast! | |
| | How long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee? | 310 |
| FALSTAFF | My own knee! when I was about thy years, Hal, I was | |
| | not an eagle's talon in the waist; I could have | |
| | crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: a plague of | |
| | sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a | |
| | bladder. There's villanous news abroad: here was | 315 |
| | Sir John Bracy from your father; you must to the | |
| | court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the | |
| | north, Percy, and he of Wales, that gave Amamon the | |
| | bastinado and made Lucifer cuckold and swore the | |
| | devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh | 320 |
| | hook--what a plague call you him? | |
| POINS | O, Glendower. | |
| FALSTAFF | Owen, Owen, the same; and his son-in-law Mortimer, | |
| | and old Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of | |
| | Scots, Douglas, that runs o' horseback up a hill | 325 |
| | perpendicular,-- | |
| PRINCE HENRY | He that rides at high speed and with his pistol | |
| | kills a sparrow flying. | |
| FALSTAFF | You have hit it. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | So did he never the sparrow. | 330 |
| FALSTAFF | Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; he will not run. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so | |
| | for running! | |
| FALSTAFF | O' horseback, ye cuckoo; but afoot he will not budge a foot. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Yes, Jack, upon instinct. | 335 |
| FALSTAFF | I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too, | |
| | and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more: | |
| | Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's | |
| | beard is turned white with the news: you may buy | |
| | land now as cheap as stinking mackerel. | 340 |
| PRINCE HENRY | Why, then, it is like, if there come a hot June and | |
| | this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads | |
| | as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds. | |
| FALSTAFF | By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like we | |
| | shall have good trading that way. But tell me, Hal, | 345 |
| | art not thou horrible afeard? thou being | |
| | heir-apparent, could the world pick thee out three | |
| | such enemies again as that fiend Douglas, that | |
| | spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou | |
| | not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill at | 350 |
| | it? | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Not a whit, i' faith; I lack some of thy instinct. | |
| FALSTAFF | Well, thou wert be horribly chid tomorrow when thou | |
| | comest to thy father: if thou love me, practise an answer. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon the | 355 |
| | particulars of my life. | |
| FALSTAFF | Shall I? content: this chair shall be my state, | |
| | this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my crown. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Thy state is taken for a joined-stool, thy golden | |
| | sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich | 360 |
| | crown for a pitiful bald crown! | |
| FALSTAFF | Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee, | |
| | now shalt thou be moved. Give me a cup of sack to | |
| | make my eyes look red, that it may be thought I have | |
| | wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it | 365 |
| | in King Cambyses' vein. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Well, here is my leg. | |
| FALSTAFF | And here is my speech. Stand aside, nobility. | |
| Hostess | O Jesu, this is excellent sport, i' faith! | |
| FALSTAFF | Weep not, sweet queen; for trickling tears are vain. | 370 |
| Hostess | O, the father, how he holds his countenance! | |
| FALSTAFF | For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen; | |
| | For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. | |
| Hostess | O Jesu, he doth it as like one of these harlotry | |
| | players as ever I see! | 375 |
| FALSTAFF | Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle-brain. | |
| | Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy | |
| | time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though | |
| | the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster | |
| | it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the | 380 |
| | sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I have | |
| | partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion, | |
| | but chiefly a villanous trick of thine eye and a | |
| | foolish-hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant | |
| | me. If then thou be son to me, here lies the point; | 385 |
| | why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall | |
| | the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher and eat | |
| | blackberries? a question not to be asked. Shall | |
| | the sun of England prove a thief and take purses? a | |
| | question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry, | 390 |
| | which thou hast often heard of and it is known to | |
| | many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch, | |
| | as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth | |
| | the company thou keepest: for, Harry, now I do not | |
| | speak to thee in drink but in tears, not in | 395 |
| | pleasure but in passion, not in words only, but in | |
| | woes also: and yet there is a virtuous man whom I | |
| | have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | What manner of man, an it like your majesty? | |
| FALSTAFF | A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a | 400 |
| | cheerful look, a pleasing eye and a most noble | |
| | carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, | |
| | by'r lady, inclining to three score; and now I | |
| | remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man | |
| | should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry, | 405 |
| | I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be | |
| | known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then, | |
| | peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that | |
| | Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell | |
| | me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast | 410 |
| | thou been this month? | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me, | |
| | and I'll play my father. | |
| FALSTAFF | Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so | |
| | majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by | 415 |
| | the heels for a rabbit-sucker or a poulter's hare. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Well, here I am set. | |
| FALSTAFF | And here I stand: judge, my masters. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Now, Harry, whence come you? | |
| FALSTAFF | My noble lord, from Eastcheap. | 420 |
| PRINCE HENRY | The complaints I hear of thee are grievous. | |
| FALSTAFF | 'Sblood, my lord, they are false: nay, I'll tickle | |
| | ye for a young prince, i' faith. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er look | |
| | on me. Thou art violently carried away from grace: | 425 |
| | there is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of an | |
| | old fat man; a tun of man is thy companion. Why | |
| | dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that | |
| | bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel | |
| | of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed | 430 |
| | cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with | |
| | the pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that | |
| | grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in | |
| | years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and | |
| | drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a | 435 |
| | capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft? | |
| | wherein crafty, but in villany? wherein villanous, | |
| | but in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing? | |
| FALSTAFF | I would your grace would take me with you: whom | |
| | means your grace? | 440 |
| PRINCE HENRY | That villanous abominable misleader of youth, | |
| | Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan. | |
| FALSTAFF | My lord, the man I know. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | I know thou dost. | |
| FALSTAFF | But to say I know more harm in him than in myself, | 445 |
| | were to say more than I know. That he is old, the | |
| | more the pity, his white hairs do witness it; but | |
| | that he is, saving your reverence, a whoremaster, | |
| | that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault, | |
| | God help the wicked! if to be old and merry be a | 450 |
| | sin, then many an old host that I know is damned: if | |
| | to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine | |
| | are to be loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto, | |
| | banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack | |
| | Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, | 455 |
| | valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, | |
| | being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him | |
| | thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's | |
| | company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | I do, I will. | 460 |
| | A knocking heard | |
| | Exeunt Hostess, FRANCIS, and BARDOLPH | |
| | Re-enter BARDOLPH, running | |
| BARDOLPH | O, my lord, my lord! the sheriff with a most | |
| | monstrous watch is at the door. | |
| FALSTAFF | Out, ye rogue! Play out the play: I have much to | |
| | say in the behalf of that Falstaff. | |
| | Re-enter the Hostess | |
| Hostess | O Jesu, my lord, my lord! | 465 |
| PRINCE HENRY | Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick: | |
| | what's the matter? | |
| Hostess | The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they | |
| | are come to search the house. Shall I let them in? | |
| FALSTAFF | Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of | 470 |
| | gold a counterfeit: thou art essentially mad, | |
| | without seeming so. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | And thou a natural coward, without instinct. | |
| FALSTAFF | I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff, | |
| | so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a cart | 475 |
| | as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up! | |
| | I hope I shall as soon be strangled with a halter as another. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Go, hide thee behind the arras: the rest walk up | |
| | above. Now, my masters, for a true face and good | |
| | conscience. | 480 |
| FALSTAFF | Both which I have had: but their date is out, and | |
| | therefore I'll hide me. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Call in the sheriff. | |
| | Exeunt all except PRINCE HENRY and PETO | |
| | Enter Sheriff and the Carrier | |
| | Now, master sheriff, what is your will with me? | |
| Sheriff | First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry | 485 |
| | Hath follow'd certain men unto this house. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | What men? | |
| Sheriff | One of them is well known, my gracious lord, | |
| | A gross fat man. | |
| Carrier | As fat as butter. | 490 |
| PRINCE HENRY | The man, I do assure you, is not here; | |
| | For I myself at this time have employ'd him. | |
| | And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee | |
| | That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time, | |
| | Send him to answer thee, or any man, | 495 |
| | For any thing he shall be charged withal: | |
| | And so let me entreat you leave the house. | |
| Sheriff | I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen | |
| | Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | It may be so: if he have robb'd these men, | 500 |
| | He shall be answerable; and so farewell. | |
| Sheriff | Good night, my noble lord. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | I think it is good morrow, is it not? | |
| Sheriff | Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. | |
| | Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier | |
| PRINCE HENRY | This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go, | 505 |
| | call him forth. | |
| PETO | Falstaff!--Fast asleep behind the arras, and | |
| | snorting like a horse. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets. | |
| | He searcheth his pockets, and findeth certain papers | |
| | What hast thou found? | 510 |
| PETO | Nothing but papers, my lord. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Let's see what they be: read them. | |
| PETO | Reads | |
| | Item, Sauce,. . . 4d. | |
| | Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d. | |
| | Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d. | 515 |
| | Item, Bread, ob. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | O monstrous! but one half-penny-worth of bread to | |
| | this intolerable deal of sack! What there is else, | |
| | keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there | |
| | let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the | 520 |
| | morning. We must all to the wars, and thy place | |
| | shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a | |
| | charge of foot; and I know his death will be a | |
| | march of twelve-score. The money shall be paid | |
| | back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in | 525 |
| | the morning; and so, good morrow, Peto. | |
| | Exeunt | |
| PETO | Good morrow, good my lord. | |