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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 capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft? wherein crafty, but in villainy? wherein villainous, but in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing?
Fal. I would, your grace would take me with you;4 Whom means your grace?
P. Hen. That villainous abominable misleader of youth, Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan.
Fal. My lord, the man I know.
Fal. But to say, I know more harm in hiin than in myself, 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 sin, then many an old host that I know, is damned: if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharoah's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstart, true Jack Falstaff, 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. P. Hen. I do, I will. [A knocking heard.
[Exeunt Hostess, Francis, and BARDOLPH.
areighbourhood of it, are famous for richness of pasture. The farms thereabouts are chiefly tenanted by graziers. Some ox of an unusual size was, probably, roasted there on an occasion of publick festivity, or exposed for money to publick show.
take me uith you ;] That is, go no faster than I can follow. Let me know your meaning.
Re-enter BARDOLPH, running. Bard. O, my lord, my lord; the sheriff, with a most monstrous watch, is at the door.
Fal. Out, you rogue! play out the play: I have much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff. . i
Re-enter Hostess, hastily. Host. O Jesu, my lord, my lord!
Fal. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick : What's the matter?
Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they are come to search the house; Shall I let them in ?
Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of gold, a counterfeit: thou art. essentially mad, without seeming so.
P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without instinct.
Fal. I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff, so; if not, let him enter: if I become not à cart as well as another man, a plague, on my bringing up! I hope, I shall as soon be strangled with a halter, as another.
P. Hen. Go, hide thee behind the arras; the
hide thee behind the arras;] The bulk of Falstaff made him not the fittest to be concealed behind the hangings, but every poet sacrifices something to the scenery. If Falstaff had not been hidden, he could not have been found asleep, nor had his pockets searched. JOHNSON.
When arras was first brought into England, it was suspended on small hooks driven into the bare walls of houses and castles. But this practice was soon discontinued; for after the damp of the stone or brickwork had been found to rot the tapestry, it was fixed on frames of wood at such a distance from the wall, as prevented the latter from being injurious to the former. In old houses, therefore, long before the time of Shakspeare, there. were large spaces left between the arras and the walls, sufficient to contain even one of Falstaff's bulk STEEVENS.
rest walk up above. Now, my masters, for a true face, and good conscience.
Fal. Both which I have had: but their date is out, and therefore I'll hide me.
Eteunt all but the Prince and Poins. P. Hen. Call in the sheriff,
Enter Sheriff and Carrier. Now, master sheriff; what's your will with me? Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and
P. Hen. What men?
lord; A gross fat man. Car.
As fat as butter. · P. Hen. 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, For any thing he shall be charg'd withal: And so let me entreat you leave the house.
Sher. I will, my lord: There are two gentlemen Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks. P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb'd these
Sher. Good night, my noble lord.
6 The man, I do assure you, is not here;] Every reader must regret that Shakspeare would not give himself the trouble to turnish Prince Henry with some more pardonable excuse; without obliging him to have recourse to an absolute falsehood, and that too uttered un the sanction of so strong an assurance,
Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock.
[Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier, P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go, call him forth.
Poins. Falstaff!- fast asleep behind the arras, and snorting like a horse.
P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath : Search his pockets. [Poins searches.] What hast thou found ?
Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord.
Poins. Item, A capon, 2s. 2d.
P. Hen. O monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack !What there is else, keep close; we'll read it at more adó vantage : there let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the 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 the morning; and so good morrow; Poins.
Poins. Good morrow, good my lord. [Exeunt.
7 I know, his death will be a march of twelve-score.] i, e. It will kill him to march so far as twelve-score yards.
SCENE I. Bangor. A Room in the Archdeacon's
Enter Hotspur, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and
GLENDOWÉR. Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure, And our induction full of prosperous hope.
Hot. Lord Mortimer,-and cousin Glendower,Will you sit down And, uncle Worcester :-A plague upon it! I have forgot the map. Glend.
No, here it is. Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur: For by that name as oft as Lancaster Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale; and, with A rising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven.
Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears
Glend. I cannot blame him: at my nativity,
Why, so it would have done
induction —] That is, entrance; beginning. 9 of burning cressets;] A cresset was a great light set upon beacon, light-house, or watch-tower: from the French wora croissette, a little cross, because the beacons had anciently crosses on the top of them. VOL. IV.