Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.

Scena Tertia.

Enter Falstaffe, and Page.

Fal.

Sirra, you giant, what saies the Doct. to my water?

Pag.

He said sir, the water it selfe was a good healthy water: but for the party that ow'd it, he might haue more diseases then he knew for.

Fal.

Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at mee: the braine of this foolish compounded Clay-man, is not able to inuent any thing that tends to laughter, more then I inuent, or is inuented on me. I am not onely witty in my selfe, but the cause that wit is in other men. I doe heere walke before thee, like a Sow, that hath o'rewhelm'd all her Litter, but one. If the Prince put thee into my Ser∣uice for any other reason, then to set mee off, why then I haue no iudgement. Thou horson Mandrake, thou art fitter to be worne in my cap, then to wait at my heeles. I was neuer mann'd with an Agot till now: but I will sette you neyther in Gold, nor Siluer, but in vilde apparell, and send you backe againe to your Master, for a Iewell. The Iuuenall (the Prince your Master) whose Chin is not yet fledg'd, I will sooner haue a beard grow in the Palme of my hand, then he shall get one on his cheeke: yet he will not sticke to say, his Face is a Face-Royall. Heauen may finish it when he will, it is not a haire amisse yet: he may keepe it still at a Face-Royall, for a Barber shall neuer earne six pence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as if he had writ man euer since his Father was a Batchellour. He may keepe his owne Grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can assure him. What said M. Dombledon, about the Satten for my short Cloake, and Slops?

Pag.

He said sir, you should procure him better Assu∣rance, then Bardolfe: he wold not take his Bond & yours, he lik'd not the Security.

Fal.

Let him bee damn'd like the Glutton, may his Tongue be hotter, a horson Achitophel; a Rascally-yea-forsooth-knaue, to beare a Gentleman in hand, and then stand vpon Security? The horson smooth-pates doe now weare nothing but high shoes, and bunches of Keyes at their girdles: and if a man is through with them in ho∣nest Taking-vp, then they must stand vpon Securitie: I had as liefe they would put Rats-bane in my mouth, as offer to stoppe it with Security. I look'd hee should haue sent me two and twenty yards of Satten (as I am true Knight) and he sends me Security. Well, he may sleep in Security, for he hath the horne of Abundance: and the lightnesse of his Wife shines through it, and yet cannot he see, though he haue his owne Lanthorne to light him. Where's Bardolfe?

Pag.

He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horse.

Fal.

I bought him in Paules, and hee'l buy mee a horse in Smithfield. If I could get mee a wife in the Stewes, I were Mann'd, Hors'd, and Wiu'd.

Enter Chiefe Iustice, and Seruant.

Pag.

Sir, heere comes the Nobleman that committed the Prince for striking him, about Bardolfe.

Fal.

Wait close, I will not see him.

Ch. Iust.

What's he that goes there?

Ser.

Falstaffe, and't please your Lordship.

Iust.

He that was in question for the Robbery?

Ser.

He my Lord, but he hath since done good seruice at Shrewsbury: and (as I heare) is now going with some Charge, to the Lord Iohn of Lancaster.

Iust.

What to Yorke? Call him backe againe.

Ser.

Sir Iohn Falstaffe.

Fal.

Boy, tell him, I am deafe.

Pag.

You must speake lowder, my Master is deafe.

Iust.

I am sure he is, to the hearing of any thing good. Go plucke him by the Elbow, I must speake with him.

Ser.

Sir Iohn.

Fal.

What? a yong knaue and beg? Is there not wars? Is there not imployment? Doth not the K. lack subiects? Do not the Rebels want Soldiers? Though it be a shame to be

on any side but one, it is worse shame to begge, then to be on the worst side, were it worse then the name of Re∣bellion can tell how to make it.

Ser.

You mistake me Sir.

Fal.

Why sir? Did I say you were an honest man? Set∣ting my Knight-hood, and my Souldiership aside, I had lyed in my throat, if I had said so.

Ser.

I pray you (Sir) then set your Knighthood and your Souldier-ship aside, and giue mee leaue to tell you, you lye in your throat, if you say I am any other then an honest man.

Fal.

I giue thee leaue to tell me so? I lay a-side that which growes to me? If thou get'st any leaue of me, hang me: if thou tak'st leaue, thou wer't better be hang'd: you Hunt-counter, hence: Auant.

Ser.

Sir, my Lord would speake with you.

Iust.

Sir Iohn Falstaffe, a word with you.

Fal.

My good Lord: giue your Lordship good time of the day. I am glad to see your Lordship abroad: I heard say your Lordship was sicke. I hope your Lordship goes abroad by aduise. Your Lordship (though not clean past your youth) hath yet some smack of age in you: some rel∣lish of the saltnesse of Time, and I most humbly beseech your Lordship, to haue a reuerend care of your health.

Iust.

Sir Iohn, I sent you before your Expedition, to Shrewsburie.

Fal.

If it please your Lordship, I heare his Maiestie is return'd with some discomfort from Wales.

Iust.

I talke not of his Maiesty: you would not come when I sent for you?

Fal.

And I heare moreouer, his Highnesse is falne into this same whorson Apoplexie.

Iust.

Well, heauen mend him. I pray let me speak with you.

Fal.

This Apoplexie is (as I take it) a kind of Lethar∣gie, a sleeping of the blood, a horson Tingling.

Iust.

What tell you me of it? be it as it is.

Fal.

It hath it originall from much greefe; from study and perturbation of the braine. I haue read the cause of his effects in Galen. It is a kinde of deafenesse.

Iust.

I thinke you are falne into the disease: For you heare not what I say to you.

Fal.

Very well (my Lord) very well: rather an't please you) it is the disease of not Listning, the malady of not Marking, that I am troubled withall.

Iust.

To punish you by the heeles, would amend the attention of your eares, & I care not if I be your Physitian

Fal.

I am as poore as Iob, my Lord; but not so Patient: your Lordship may minister the Potion of imprisonment to me, in respect of Pouertie: but how I should bee your Patient, to follow your prescriptions, the wise may make some dram of a scruple, or indeede, a scruple it selfe.

Iust.

I sent for you (when there were matters against you for your life) to come speake with me.

Fal.

As I was then aduised by my learned Councel, in the lawes of this Land-seruice, I did not come.

Iust.

Wel, the truth is (sir Iohn) you liue in great infamy

Fal.

He that buckles him in my belt, cānot liue in lesse.

Iust.

Your Meanes is very slender, and your wast great.

Fal.

I would it were otherwise: I would my Meanes were greater, and my waste slenderer.

Iust.

You haue misled the youthfull Prince.

Fal.

The yong Prince hath misled mee. I am the Fel∣low with the great belly, and he my Dogge.

Iust.

Well, I am loth to gall a new-heal'd wound: your daies seruice at Shrewsbury, hath a little gilded ouer your Nights exploit on Gads-hill. You may thanke the vnquiet time, for your quiet o're-posting that Action.

Fal.

My Lord?

Iust.

But since all is wel, keep it so: wake not a sleeping Wolfe.

Fal.

To wake a Wolfe, is as bad as to smell a Fox.

Iu.

What? you are as a candle, the better part burnt out

Fal.

A Wassell-Candle, my Lord; all Tallow: if I did say of wax, my growth would approue the truth.

Iust.

There is not a white haire on your face, but shold haue his effect of grauity.

Fal.

His effect of grauy, grauy, grauy.

Iust

You follow the yong Prince vp and downe, like his euill Angell.

Fal.

Not so (my Lord) your ill Angell is light: but I hope, he that lookes vpon mee, will take mee without, weighing: and yet, in some respects I grant, I cannot go: I cannot tell. Vertue is of so little regard in these Costor∣mongers, that true valor is turn'd Beare-heard. Pregnan∣cie is made a Tapster, and hath his quicke wit wasted in giuing Recknings: all the other gifts appertinent to man (as the malice of this Age shapes them) are not woorth a Gooseberry. You that are old, consider not the capaci∣ties of vs that are yong: you measure the heat of our Li∣uers, with the bitternes of your gals: & we that are in the vaward of our youth, I must confesse, are wagges too.

Iust.

Do you set downe your name in the scrowle of youth, that are written downe old, with all the Charrac∣ters of age? Haue you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a yel∣low cheeke? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an incresing belly? Is not your voice broken? your winde short? your wit single? and euery part about you blasted with Anti∣quity? and wil you cal your selfe yong? Fy, fy, fy, sir Iohn.

Fal.

My Lord, I was borne with a white head, & som∣thing a round belly. For my voice, I haue lost it with hal∣lowing and singing of Anthemes. To approue my youth farther, I will not: the truth is, I am onely olde in iudge∣ment and vnderstanding: and he that will caper with mee for a thousand Markes, let him lend me the mony, & haue at him. For the boxe of th' eare that the Prince gaue you, he gaue it like a rude Prince, and you tooke it like a sensi∣ble Lord. I haue checkt him for it, and the yong Lion re∣pents: Marry not in ashes and sacke-cloath, but in new Silke, and old Sacke.

Iust.

Wel, heauen send the Prince a better companion.

Fal.

Heauen send the Companion a better Prince: I cannot rid my hands of him.

Iust.

Well, the King hath seuer'd you and Prince Har∣ry, I heare you are going with Lord Iohn of Lancaster, a∣gainst the Archbishop, and the Earle of Northumberland

Fal.

Yes, I thanke your pretty sweet wit for it: but looke you pray, (all you that kisse my Ladie Peace, at home) that our Armies ioyn not in a hot day: for if I take but two shirts out with me, and I meane not to sweat ex∣traordinarily: if it bee a hot day, if I brandish any thing but my Bottle, would I might neuer spit white againe: There is not a daungerous Action can peepe out his head, but I am thrust vpon it. Well, I cannot last euer.

Iust.

Well, be honest, be honest, and heauen blesse your Expedition.

Fal.

Will your Lordship lend mee a thousand pound, to furnish me forth?

Iust.

Not a peny, not a peny: you are too impatient to beare crosses. Fare you well. Commend mee to my Cosin Westmerland.

Fal.

If I do, fillop me with a three-man-Beetle. A man can no more separate Age and Couetousnesse, then he can part yong limbes and letchery: but the Gowt galles the

one, and the pox pinches the other; and so both the De∣grees preuent my curses. Boy?

Page.

Sir.

Fal.

What money is in my purse?

Page.

Seuen groats▪ and two pence.

Fal.

I can get no remedy against this Consumption of the purse. Borrowing onely lingers, and lingers it out, but the disease is incureable. Go beare this letter to my Lord of Lancaster, this to the Prince, this to the Earle of Westmerland, and this to old Mistris Ʋrsula, whome I haue weekly sworne to marry, since I perceiu'd the first white haire on my chin. About it: you know where to finde me. A pox of this Gowt, or a Gowt of this Poxe: for the one or th' other playes the rogue with my great toe: It is no matter, if I do halt, I haue the warres for my colour, and my Pension shall seeme the more reasonable. A good wit will make vse of any thing: I will turne dis∣eases to commodity.

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