But I must goe, and meet with Danger there, Or it will seeke me in another place, And finde me worse prouided
Wife. O flye to Scotland, Till that the n.o.bles, and the armed Commons, Haue of their Puissance made a little taste
Lady. If they get ground, and vantage of the King, Then ioyne you with them, like a Ribbe of Steele, To make Strength stronger. But, for all our loues, First let them trye themselues. So did your Sonne, He was so suffer"d; so came I a Widow: And neuer shall haue length of Life enough, To raine vpon Remembrance with mine Eyes, That it may grow, and sprowt, as high as Heauen, For Recordation to my n.o.ble Husband
North. Come, come, go in with me: "tis with my Minde As with the Tyde, swell"d vp vnto his height, That makes a still-stand, running neyther way.
Faine would I goe to meet the Arch-bishop, But many thousand Reasons hold me backe.
I will resolue for Scotland: there am I, Till Time and Vantage craue my company.
Exeunt.
Scaena Quarta.
Enter two Drawers.
1.Drawer. What hast thou brought there? Apple-Iohns?
Thou know"st Sir Iohn cannot endure an Apple-Iohn
2.Draw. Thou say"st true: the Prince once set a Dish of Apple-Iohns before him, and told him there were fiue more Sir Iohns: and, putting off his Hat, said, I will now take my leaue of these sixe drie, round, old-wither"d Knights. It anger"d him to the heart: but hee hath forgot that
1.Draw. Why then couer, and set them downe: and see if thou canst finde out Sneakes Noyse; Mistris Teare-sheet would faine haue some Musique
2.Draw. Sirrha, heere will be the Prince, and Master Points, anon: and they will put on two of our Ierkins, and Ap.r.o.ns, and Sir Iohn must not know of it: Bardolph hath brought word
1.Draw. Then here will be old Vtis: it will be an excellent stratagem
2.Draw. Ile see if I can finde out Sneake.
Enter.
Enter Hostesse, and Dol.
Host. Sweet-heart, me thinkes now you are in an excellent good temperalitie: your Pulsidge beates as extraordinarily, as heart would desire; and your Colour (I warrant you) is as red as any Rose: But you haue drunke too much Canaries, and that"s a maruellous searching Wine; and it perfumes the blood, ere wee can say what"s this. How doe you now?
Dol. Better then I was: Hem
Host. Why that was well said: A good heart"s worth Gold. Looke, here comes Sir Iohn.
Enter Falstaffe.
Falst. When Arthur first in Court - (emptie the Iordan) and was a worthy King: How now Mistris Dol?
Host. Sick of a Calme: yea, good-sooth
Falst. So is all her Sect: if they be once in a Calme, they are sick
Dol. You muddie Rascall, is that all the comfort you giue me?
Falst. You make fat Rascalls, Mistris Dol
Dol. I make them? Gluttonie and Diseases make them, I make them not
Falst. If the Cooke make the Gluttonie, you helpe to make the Diseases (Dol) we catch of you (Dol) we catch of you: Grant that, my poore Vertue, grant that
Dol. I marry, our Chaynes, and our Iewels
Falst. Your Brooches, Pearles, and Owches: For to serue brauely, is to come halting off: you know, to come off the Breach, with his Pike bent brauely, and to Surgerie brauely; to venture vpon the charg"d-Chambers brauely
Host. Why this is the olde fashion: you two neuer meete, but you fall to some discord: you are both (in good troth) as Rheumatike as two drie Tostes, you cannot one beare with anothers Confirmities. What the good-yere? One must beare, and that must bee you: you are the weaker Vessell; as they say, the emptier Vessell
Dol. Can a weake emptie Vessell beare such a huge full Hogs-head? There"s a whole Marchants Venture of Burdeux-Stuffe in him: you haue not seene a Hulke better stufft in the Hold. Come, Ile be friends with thee Iacke: Thou art going to the Warres, and whether I shall euer see thee againe, or no, there is no body cares.
Enter Drawer.
Drawer. Sir, Ancient Pistoll is below, and would speake with you
Dol. Hang him, swaggering Rascall, let him not come hither: it is the foule-mouth"dst Rogue in England
Host. If hee swagger, let him not come here: I must liue amongst my Neighbors, Ile no Swaggerers: I am in good name, and fame, with the very best: shut the doore, there comes no Swaggerers heere: I haue not liu"d all this while, to haue swaggering now: shut the doore, I pray you
Falst. Do"st thou heare, Hostesse?
Host. "Pray you pacifie your selfe (Sir Iohn) there comes no Swaggerers heere
Falst. Do"st thou heare? it is mine Ancient
Host. Tilly-fally (Sir Iohn) neuer tell me, your ancient Swaggerer comes not in my doores. I was before Master Tisick the Deputie, the other day: and as hee said to me, it was no longer agoe then Wednesday last: Neighbour Quickly (sayes hee;) Master Dombe, our Minister, was by then: Neighbour Quickly (sayes hee) receiue those that are Ciuill; for (sayth hee) you are in an ill Name: now hee said so, I can tell whereupon: for (sayes hee) you are an honest Woman, and well thought on; therefore take heede what Guests you receiue: Receiue (sayes hee) no swaggering Companions. There comes none heere. You would blesse you to heare what hee said. No, Ile no Swaggerers
Falst. Hee"s no Swaggerer (Hostesse:) a tame Cheater, hee: you may stroake him as gently, as a Puppie Greyhound: hee will not swagger with a Barbarie Henne, if her feathers turne backe in any shew of resistance. Call him vp (Drawer.) Host. Cheater, call you him? I will barre no honest man my house, nor no Cheater: but I doe not loue swaggering; I am the worse when one sayes, swagger: Feele Masters, how I shake: looke you, I warrant you
Dol. So you doe, Hostesse
Host. Doe I? yea, in very truth doe I, if it were an Aspen Leafe: I cannot abide Swaggerers.
Enter Pistol, and Bardolph and his Boy.
Pist. "Saue you, Sir Iohn
Falst. Welcome Ancient Pistol. Here (Pistol) I charge you with a Cup of Sacke: doe you discharge vpon mine Hostesse
Pist. I will discharge vpon her (Sir Iohn) with two Bullets
Falst. She is Pistoll-proofe (Sir) you shall hardly offend her
Host. Come, Ile drinke no Proofes, nor no Bullets: I will drinke no more then will doe me good, for no mans pleasure, I
Pist. Then to you (Mistris Dorothie) I will charge you
Dol. Charge me? I scorne you (scuruie Companion) what? you poore, base, rascally, cheating, lacke-Linnen-Mate: away you mouldie Rogue, away; I am meat for your Master
Pist. I know you, Mistris Dorothie
Dol. Away you Cut-purse Rascall, you filthy Bung, away: By this Wine, Ile thrust my Knife in your mouldie Chappes, if you play the sawcie Cuttle with me. Away you Bottle-Ale Rascall, you Basket-hilt stale Iugler, you.
Since when, I pray you, Sir? what, with two Points on your shoulder? much
Pist. I will murther your Ruffe, for this