SCENE VIII.
Enter Hostess and Dol.
Host.
I'faith, sweet heart, methinks, now you are in
an excellent good temperality, your pulsidge beats as
extraordinarily as heart would desire, and your colour,
I warrant you, is as red as any rose; but, i'faith, you
have drank too much canaries, and that's a marvellous
searching wine; and it perfumes the blood, ere we
can say what's this. How do you now?
Dol.
Better than I was. Hem.—
Host.
Why, that was well said. A good heart's worth
gold. Look, here comes Sir John.
Enter Falstaff.
Fal.
When Arthur first in Court—empty the jourden
—and was a worthy King: how now, Mrs. Dol.
Host.
Sick of a calm; yea, good sooth.
Fal.
So is all her sect;2 note if they be once in a calm,
they are sick.
Dol.
You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you
give me?
Fal.
3 noteYou make fat rascals, Mrs. Dol.
Dol.
I make them! gluttony and diseases make
them, I make them not.
Fal.
If the cook make the gluttony, you help to
make the Diseases, Dol; we catch of you, Dol, we
catch of you; grant That, my poor Vertue, grant
That.
Dol.
Ay, marry, our chains and our jewels.
-- 275 --
Fal.
4 note
Your brooches, pearls and owches.—For to
serve bravely, is to come halting off, you know; to
come off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to
surgery bravely; to venture upon the charg'd chambers
bravely—
Dol.
Hang your self, you muddy Conger, hang
your self!
Host.
By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two
never meet, but you fall to some discord; you are both,
in good troth, as 5 note
rheumatick as two dry toasts, you
cannot one bear with another's confirmities. What the
good-jer? one must bear, and that must be you; you
are the weaker vessel, as they say, the emptier vessel.
[To Dol.
Dol.
Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full
hogshead? there's a whole merchant's venture of Bourdeaux
stuff in him; you have not seen a hulk better stuft
in the Hold. Come, I'll be friends with thee, Jack.—
Thou art going to the wars, and whether I shall ever
see thee again or no, there is no body cares.
Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].
