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   King Henry IV, Part II
ACT I SCENE II London. A street. 
 Enter FALSTAFF, with his Page bearing his swordand buckler 
FALSTAFF Sirrah, 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. 5
FALSTAFF Men of all sorts take a pride to gird 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 10
 men. I do here walk before thee like a sow that 
 hath overwhelmed 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 15
 in my cap than to wait at my heels. I was never 
 manned with an agate till now: but I will inset 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 20
 not yet fledged. I will sooner have a beard grow in 
 the palm of my hand than he shall get one on his 
 cheek; and yet he will not stick to say his face is 
 a face-royal: God may finish it when he will, 'tis 
 not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still at a 25
 face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence 
 out of it; and yet he'll be crowing as if he had 
 writ man ever since his father was a bachelor. He 
 may keep his own grace, but he's almost out of mine, 
 I can assure him. What said Master Dombledon about 30
 the satin for my short cloak and my slops? 
Page He said, sir, you should procure him better 
 assurance than Bardolph: he would not take his 
 band and yours; he liked not the security. 
FALSTAFF Let him be damned, like the glutton! pray God his 35
 tongue be hotter! A whoreson 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 40
 through with them in honest taking up, 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 a' should have sent me two and 
 twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he 45
 sends me security. Well, he may sleep in security; 
 for he hath the horn of abundance, and the lightness 
 of his wife shines through it: and yet cannot he 
 see, though he have his own lanthorn to light him. 
 Where's Bardolph? 50
Page He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horse. 
FALSTAFF I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in 
 Smithfield: an I could get me but a wife in the 
 stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived. 
 Enter the Lord Chief-Justice and Servant 
Page Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the 55
 Prince for striking him about Bardolph. 
FALSTAFF Wait, close; I will not see him. 
Lord Chief-Justice What's he that goes there? 
Servant Falstaff, an't please your lordship. 
Lord Chief-Justice He that was in question for the robbery? 60
Servant 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. 
Lord Chief-Justice What, to York? Call him back again. 
Servant Sir John Falstaff! 65
FALSTAFF Boy, tell him I am deaf. 
Page You must speak louder; my master is deaf. 
Lord Chief-Justice I am sure he is, to the hearing of any thing good. 
 Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must speak with him. 
Servant Sir John! 70
FALSTAFF What! a young knave, and begging! Is there not 
 wars? is there not employment? doth not the king 
 lack subjects? do not the rebels need 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, 75
 were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell 
 how to make it. 
Servant You mistake me, sir. 
FALSTAFF Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? setting 
 my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had lied 80
 in my throat, if I had said so. 
Servant I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and our 
 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. 85
FALSTAFF I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that 
 which grows to me! if thou gettest any leave of me, 
 hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert better be 
 hanged. You hunt counter: hence! avaunt! 
Servant Sir, my lord would speak with you. 90
Lord Chief-Justice Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. 
FALSTAFF My good lord! God 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 
 goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, though not 95
 clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in 
 you, some relish of the saltness of time; and I must 
 humbly beseech your lordship to have a reverent care 
 of your health. 
Lord Chief-Justice Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to 100
 Shrewsbury. 
FALSTAFF An't please your lordship, I hear his majesty is 
 returned with some discomfort from Wales. 
Lord Chief-Justice I talk not of his majesty: you would not come when 
 I sent for you. 105
FALSTAFF And I hear, moreover, his highness is fallen into 
 this same whoreson apoplexy. 
Lord Chief-Justice Well, God mend him! I pray you, let me speak with 
 you. 
FALSTAFF This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, 110
 an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the 
 blood, a whoreson tingling. 
Lord Chief-Justice What tell you me of it? be it as it is. 
FALSTAFF It hath its original from much grief, from study and 
 perturbation of the brain: I have read the cause of 115
 his effects in Galen: it is a kind of deafness. 
Lord Chief-Justice I think you are fallen into the disease; for you 
 hear not what I say to you. 
FALSTAFF Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an't please 
 you, it is the disease of not listening, the malady 120
 of not marking, that I am troubled withal. 
Lord Chief-Justice To punish you by the heels would amend the 
 attention of your ears; and I care not if I do 
 become your physician. 
FALSTAFF I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient: 125
 your lordship may minister the potion of 
 imprisonment to me in respect of poverty; but how 
 should I be your patient to follow your 
 prescriptions, the wise may make some dram of a 
 scruple, or indeed a scruple itself. 130
Lord Chief-Justice I sent for you, when there were matters against you 
 for your life, to come speak with me. 
FALSTAFF As I was then advised by my learned counsel in the 
 laws of this land-service, I did not come. 
Lord Chief-Justice Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infamy. 135
FALSTAFF He that buckles him in my belt cannot live in less. 
Lord Chief-Justice Your means are very slender, and your waste is great. 
FALSTAFF I would it were otherwise; I would my means were 
 greater, and my waist slenderer. 
Lord Chief-Justice You have misled the youthful prince. 140
FALSTAFF The young prince hath misled me: I am the fellow 
 with the great belly, and he my dog. 
Lord Chief-Justice Well, I am loath to gall a new-healed wound: your 
 day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded 
 over your night's exploit on Gad's-hill: you may 145
 thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'er-posting 
 that action. 
FALSTAFF My lord? 
Lord Chief-Justice But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a 
 sleeping wolf. 150
FALSTAFF To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox. 
Lord Chief-Justice What! you are as a candle, the better part burnt 
 out. 
FALSTAFF A wassail candle, my lord, all tallow: if I did say 
 of wax, my growth would approve the truth. 155
Lord Chief-Justice There is not a white hair on your face but should 
 have his effect of gravity. 
FALSTAFF His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy. 
Lord Chief-Justice You follow the young prince up and down, like his 
 ill angel. 160
FALSTAFF 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. Virtue is of so little regard in these 
 costermonger times that true valour is turned 165
 bear-herd: 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 170
 that are young; you do 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. 
Lord Chief-Justice Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, 175
 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 single? and 180
 every part about you blasted with antiquity? and 
 will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John! 
FALSTAFF My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the 
 afternoon, with a white head and something a round 
 belly. For my voice, I have lost it with halloing 185
 and singing of anthems. To approve my youth 
 further, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in 
 judgment and understanding; and he that will caper 
 with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the 
 money, and have at him! For the box of the ear that 190
 the prince gave you, he gave it like a rude prince, 
 and you took it like a sensible lord. I have 
 chequed him for it, and the young lion repents; 
 marry, not in ashes and sackcloth, but in new silk 
 and old sack. 195
Lord Chief-Justice Well, God send the prince a better companion! 
FALSTAFF God send the companion a better prince! I cannot 
 rid my hands of him. 
Lord Chief-Justice Well, the king hath severed you and Prince Harry: I 
 hear you are going with Lord John of Lancaster 200
 against the Archbishop and the Earl of 
 Northumberland. 
FALSTAFF Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But look 
 you pray, all you that kiss my lady Peace at home, 
 that our armies join not in a hot day; for, by the 205
 Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean 
 not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, 
 and I brandish any thing but a bottle, I would I 
 might never spit white again. There is not a 
 dangerous action can peep out his head but I am 210
 thrust upon it: well, I cannot last ever: but it 
 was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if 
 they have a good thing, to make it too common. If 
 ye will needs say I am an old man, you should give 
 me rest. I would to God my name were not so 215
 terrible to the enemy as it is: I were better to be 
 eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to 
 nothing with perpetual motion. 
Lord Chief-Justice Well, be honest, be honest; and God bless your 
 expedition! 220
FALSTAFF Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to 
 furnish me forth? 
Lord Chief-Justice Not a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient to 
 bear crosses. Fare you well: commend me to my 
 cousin Westmoreland. 225
 Exeunt Chief-Justice and Servant 
FALSTAFF If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. A man 
 can no more separate age and covetousness than a' 
 can part young limbs and lechery: but the gout 
 galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; and 
 so both the degrees prevent my curses. Boy! 230
Page Sir? 
FALSTAFF What money is in my purse? 
Page Seven groats and two pence. 
FALSTAFF I can get no remedy against this consumption of the 
 purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, 235
 but the disease is incurable. Go bear this letter 
 to my Lord of Lancaster; this to the prince; this 
 to the Earl of Westmoreland; and this to old 
 Mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry 
 since I perceived the first white hair on my chin. 240
 About it: you know where to find me. 
 Exit Page 
 A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for 
 the one or the other plays the rogue with my great 
 toe. 'Tis no matter if I do halt; I have the wars 
 for my colour, and my pension shall seem the more 245
 reasonable. A good wit will make use of any thing: 
 I will turn diseases to commodity. 
 Exit 


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