SCENE VI.
Enter Mr. Gower.
Ch. Just.
Master Gower, what news?
Gower.
The King, my Lord, and Henry Prince of
Wales, are at hand: the rest the paper tells.
Fal.
As I am a gentleman—
[To Hostess.
Host.
Nay, you said so before.
Fal.
As I am a gentleman—come, no more words of
it.
Host.
By this heav'nly ground I tread on, I must be
fain to pawn both my plate, and the tapestry of my dining-chambers.
Fal.
Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking; and for thy
walls, a pretty slight drollery, or the story of the Prodigal,
or the German hunting, in water-work, is worth a thousand
of these bed-hangings, and these fly-bitten tapestries:
let it be ten pound, if thou canst. Come, if it
were not for thy humours, there is not a better wench
in England. Go, wash thy face, and withdraw thy action:
come, thou must not be in this humour with me; come,
I know thou wast set on to this.
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Host.
Pr'ythee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles;
I am loth to pawn my plate, in good earnest, la.
Fal.
Let it alone, I'll make other shift; you'll be a
fool still.
Host.
Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown.
I hope you'll come to supper: you'll pay me all together.
Fal.
Will I live? go with her, with her; hook on,
hook on.
Host.
Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet you, at
supper?
Fal.
No more words. Let's have her.
[Exeunt Hostess, Serjeant, &c.
Ch. Just.
I have heard better news.
Fal.
What's the news, my good Lord?
Ch. Just.
Where lay the King, last night?
Gower.
At Basingstoke, my Lord.
Fal.
I hope, my Lord, all's well. What is the news,
my Lord?
Ch. Just.
Come all his forces back?
Gower.
No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse,
Are march'd up to my Lord of Lancaster,
Against Northumberland and the Archbishop.
Fal.
Comes the King back from Wales, my noble
Lord?
Ch. Just.
You shall have letters of me, presently.
Come, go along with me, good Mr. Gower.
Fal.
Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to
dinner?
Gower.
I must wait upon my good Lord here,
I thank you, good Sir John.
Ch. Just.
Sir John, you loiter here too long, being
you are to take soldiers up in the countries, as you go.
Fal.
I fly, master Gower!
[Exeunt.* note
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John Bell [1774], Bell's Edition of Shakespeare's Plays, As they are now performed at the Theatres Royal in London; Regulated from the Prompt Books of each House By Permission; with Notes Critical and Illustrative; By the Authors of the Dramatic Censor (Printed for John Bell... and C. Etherington [etc.], York) [word count] [S10401].
