Glo'stershire.
Enter Shallow, Silence, Falstaff, Bardolph, and Page.
Shallow.
By cock and pye, Sir, you shall not away to night.
What! Davy, I say—
Fal.
You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow.
Shal.
5 noteI will not excuse you; you shall not be excused.
Excuses shall not be admitted: there is no
excuse shall serve: you shall not be excus'd. Why,
Davy!—
Enter Davy.
Davy.
Here, Sir.
Shal.
Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see, Davy, let
me see;—yea, marry, William Cook, bid him come
hither.—Sir John, you shall not be excus'd.
Davy.
Marry, Sir, thus. 6 noteThose precepts cannot be
serv'd; and, again, Sir, shall we sow the head-land
with wheat?
Shal.
With red wheat, Davy. But, for William
Cook.—Are there no young Pidgeons?
Davy.
Yea, Sir—Here is now the Smith's note
for shoeing, and plow-irons.
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Shal.
Let it be cast and paid—Sir John, you shall
not be excus'd.
[Goes to the other side of the stage.
Davy.
Now, Sir, a new link to the bucket must
needs be had. And, Sir, do you mean to stop any of
William's wages about the sack he lost the other day at
Hinckly Fair?
Shal.
He shall answer it. Some Pigeons, Davy, a
couple of short-legg'd Hens, a joint of mutton, and
any pretty little tiny kickshaws. Tell William Cook.
Davy.
Doth the man of war stay all night, Sir?
Shal.
Yes, Davy. I will use him well. A friend
i' th'Court is better than a penny in purse. Use his
men well, Davy, for they are arrant knaves, and will
back-bite.
Davy.
No worse than they are back-bitten, Sir;
for they have marvellous foul linnen.
Shal.
Well conceited, Davy. About thy business,
Davy.
Davy,
I beseech you, Sir, to countenance William
Visor of Wancot against Clement Perkes of the hill.
Shal.
There are many complaints, Davy, against
that Visor; that Visor is an arrant knave, on my
knowledge.
Davy.
I grant your Worship, that he is a knave,
Sir; but yet God forbid, Sir, but a knave should
have some countenance at his friend's request. An
honest man, Sir, is able to speak for himself, when a
knave is not. I have serv'd your Worship truly, Sir,
these eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in a
quarter bear out a knave against an honest man, I have
but very little credit with your Worship. The knave
is mine honest friend, Sir, therefore, I beseech your
Worship, let him be countenanc'd.
Shal.
Go to, I say, he shall have no wrong. Look
about, Davy. Where are you, Sir John? Come, off
with your boots. Give me your hand, master Bardolph.
Bard.
I am glad to see your Worship.
-- 338 --
Shal.
I thank thee with all my heart, kind master
Bardolph. And welcome, my tall fellow. [To the Page.]
Come, Sir John.
Fal.
I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow.
[Exeunt Shallow, Silence, &c.] Bardolph, look to
our horses.—If I were saw'd into quantities,
I should make four dozen of such7 notebearded hermites-staves
as master Shallow. It is a wonderful
thing to see the semblable coherence of his mens' spirits
and his; they, by observing of him, do bear
themselves like foolish justices; he, by conversing
with them, is turn'd into a justice-like servingman.
Their spirits are so married in conjunction, with the
participation of society, that they flock together in consent,
like so many wild Geese. If I had a suit to
master Shallow, I would humour his men with the imputation
of being near their master; if to his men, I
would curry with master Shallow, that no man could
better command his servants. It is certain, that either
wise Bearing or ignorant Carriage is caught, as men
take diseases, one of another, therefore let men take
heed of their company. I will devise matter enough
out of this Shallow to keep Prince Henry in continual
laughter the wearing out of six fashions, which is
four terms or 8 notetwo actions, and he shall laugh without
Intervallums. O, it is much, that a lie with a
slight oath, and a jest with a sad brow, will do with
a 9 notefellow that never had the ache in his shoulders.
O, you shall see him laugh, till his face be like a wet
cloak ill laid up.
Shal. [within.]
Sir John—
-- 339 --
Fal.
I come, master Shallow; I come, master Shallow.
[Exit Falstaff.
SCENE II
Changes to the Court, in London.
Enter the Earl of Warwick, and the Lord Chief Justice.
War.
How now, my lord Chief Justice, whither away?
Ch. Just.
How doth the King?
War.
Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended.
Ch. Just.
I hope, not dead?
War.
He's walk'd the way of Nature;
And to our purposes he lives no more.
Ch. Just.
I would, his Majesty had call'd me with him:
The service, that I truly did his life,
Hath left me open to all injuries.
War.
Indeed, I think, the young King loves you not.
Ch. Just.
I know, he doth not; and do arm myself
To welcome the condition of the time,
Which cannot look more hideously on me,
Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.
Enter Lord John of Lancaster, Gloucester, and Clarence.
War.
Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry.
O, that the living Harry had the temper
Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen,
How many Nobles then should hold their places,
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!
Ch. Just.
Alas, I fear, all will be overturn'd.
Lan.
Good morrow, cousin Warwick.
Glou. Cla.
Good morrow, cousin.
Lan.
We meet, like men that had forgot to speak.
-- 340 --
War.
We do remember; but our argument
Is all too heavy to admit much Talk.
Lan.
Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!
Ch. Just.
Peace be with us, lest we be heavier!
Glou.
O, good my lord, you've lost a friend, indeed;
And I dare swear, you borrow not that face
Of seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own.
Lan.
Tho' no man be assur'd what grace to find,
You stand in coldest expectation.
I am the sorrier; 'would, 'twere otherwise.
Cla.
Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair,
Which swims against your stream of quality.
Ch. Just.
Sweet Princes, what I did, I did in Honour,
Led by th' impartial conduct of my soul;
And never shall you see, that I will beg
1 note
A ragged and forestall'd remission.
If truth and upright innocency fail me,
I'll to the King my master that is dead,
And tell him who hath sent me after him.
War.
Here comes the Prince.
Enter Prince Henry.
Ch. Just.
Heav'n save your Majesty!
K. Henry.
This new and gorgeous garment, Majesty!
-- 341 --
Sits not so easy on me, as you think.
Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear;
This is the English, 2 notenot the Turkish Court;
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,
But Harry, Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you:
Sorrow so royally in you appears,
That I will deeply put the fashion on,
And wear it in my heart. Why then, be sad;
But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
Than a joint burthen laid upon us all.
For me, by heav'n, I bid you be assur'd,
I'll be your father and your brother too,
Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares.
Yet weep that Harry's dead; and so will I;
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears
By number into hours of happiness.
Lan. &c.
We hope no other from your Majesty.
K. Henry.
You all look strangely on me; and you most;
[To the Ch. Just.
You are, I think, assur'd, I love you not.
Ch. Just.
I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,
Your Majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
K. Henry.
No! might a Prince of my great hopes forget
So great indignities you laid upon me?
What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
Th' immediate heir of England? 3 notewas this easy?
May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?
Ch. Just.
I then did use the person of your father,
The image of his Power lay then in me;
And in th' administration of his Law,
-- 342 --
While I was busie for the Common-wealth,
Your Highness pleased to forget my Place,
The Majesty and Pow'r of Law and Justice,
The image of the King whom I presented,
And struck me in my very Seat of Judgment;
Whereon, as an offender to your father,
I gave bold way to my authority,
And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
Be you contented, wearing now the Garland,
To have a Son set your decrees at naught,
To pluck down justice from your awful bench,
4 noteTo trip the course of law, and blunt the sword
That guards the peace and safety of your person,
Nay more, to spurn at your most royal image,
5 noteAnd mock your working in a second body.
Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours;
Be now the father, and propose a son,
Hear your own dignity so much profan'd,
See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted,
Behold your self so by a son disdain'd,
And then imagine me taking your part,
And in your pow'r so silencing your son.
After this cold consid'rance, sentence me;
And, as you are a King, speak 6 notein your State,
What I have done that misbecame my place,
My person, or my Liege's Sovereignty.
K. Henry.
You are right Justice, and you weigh this well,
Therefore still bear the balance and the sword;
And I do wish, your Honours may increase,
Till you do live to see a son of mine
Offend you, and obey you, as I did.
-- 343 --
So shall I live to speak my father's words;
‘Happy am I, that have a man so bold,
‘That dares do justice on my proper son;
‘And no less happy, having such a son,
‘That would deliver up his Greatness so
‘Into the hand of justice.’—You committed me;
For which I do commit into your hand
Th' unstain'd sword that you have us'd to bear;
With this * noteremembrance, that you use the same
With a like bold, just, and impartial spirit,
As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand,
You shall be as a father to my youth,
My voice shall sound, as you do prompt mine ear,
And I will stoop and humble my intents,
To your well-practis'd wise directions.
And, Princes all, believe me, I beseech you;
7 noteMy father is gone wild into his Grave,
For in his tomb lye my affections;
And with his spirit 8 notesadly I survive,
To mock the expectations of the world;
To frustrate prophecies, and to raze out
Rotten opinion, which hath writ me down
After my seeming. Tho' my tide of blood
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity 'till now;
Now doth it turn and ebb back to the sea,
Where it shall mingle with 9 note
the state of floods,
And flow henceforth in formal Majesty.
-- 344 --
Now call we our high Court of Parliament;
And let us chuse such limbs of noble counsel,
That the great body of our state may go
In equal rank with the best govern'd nation;
That War or Peace, or both at once, may be
As things acquainted and familiar to us;
In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.
[To the Lord Chief Justice.
Our Coronation done, we will accite
As I before remember'd, all our State,
And (Heav'n consigning to my good intents)
No Prince, nor Peer, shall have just cause to say,
Heav'n shorten Harry's happy life one day.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
Changes to Shallow's Seat in Gloucestershire.
Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, Bardolph, the Page, and Davy.
Shal.
Nay, you shall see mine orchard, where in
an arbour we will eat a last year's pippin
of my own graffing, with * notea dish of carraways, and
so forth.—Come, cousin Silence.—And then to bed.
Fal.
You have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich.
Shal.
Barren, barren, barren. Beggars all, beggars
all, Sir John. Marry, good air. Spread, Davy, spread,
Davy; well said, Davy.
Fal.
This Davy serves you for good uses; he is
your servingman, and your husbandman.
Shal.
A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good
varlet, Sir John.—By th' Mass, I have drank too
-- 345 --
much Sack at supper.—A good varlet. Now sit
down, now sit down: come, cousin.
Sil.
Ah, sirrah, quoth-a,
We shall do nothing but eat, and make good chear,
[Singing.
And praise heav'n for the merry year;
When flesh is cheap and females dear,
And lusty lads roam here and there;
So merrily, and ever among, so merrily, &c.
Fal.
There's a merry heart. Good master Silence,
I'll give you a health for that anon.
Shal.
Give Mr. Bardolph some wine, Davy.
Davy.
Sweet Sir, sit; I'll be with you anon; most
sweet Sir, sit. Master Page, sit; good master Page,
sit; * note
proface. What you want in meat, we'll have in
drink; but you must bear; 1 notethe heart's all.
[Exit.
Shal.
Be merry, master Bardolph; and, my little
soldier there, be merry.
Sil. [Singing.]
Be merry, be merry, my wife has all,
For women are Shrews, both short and tall;
'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all,
And welcome merry Shrovetide.
Be merry, be merry.
Fal.
I did not think, master Silence had been a man
of this mettle.
Sil.
Who I? I have been merry twice and once ere now.
Re-enter Davy.
Davy.
There is a dish of leather-coats for you.
Shal.
Davy,—
Davy.
Your Worship—I'll be with you streight—
A cup of wine, Sir?
-- 346 --
Sil. [Singing.]
A cup of wine,
That's brisk and fine,
And drink unto the leman mine;
And a merry heart lives long-a.
Fal.
Well said, master Silence.
Sil.
If we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet
of the night.
Fal.
Health and long life to you, master Silence.
Sil.
Fill the cup, and let it come. I'll pledge you,
were't a mile to the bottom.
Shal.
Honest Bardolph, welcome; if thou want'st
any thing and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. Welcome,
my little tiny thief, and welcome, indeed, too.
I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the 2 notecavaleroes
about London.
Davy.
I hope to see London, ere I die.
Bard.
If I might see you there, Davy,—
Shal.
You'll crack a quart together? ha—will you
not, master Bardolph?
Bard.
Yes, Sir, in a pottle pot.
Shal.
By God's liggens, I thank thee; the knave
will stick by thee, I can assure thee that. He will not
out, he is true-bred.
Bard.
And I'll stick by him, Sir.
[One knocks at the door.
Shal.
Why, there spoke a King. Lack nothing,
be merry. Look, who's at the door there, ho.—Who
knocks?
Fal.
Why, now you have done me right.
Sil. [Singing.]
Do me right, and dub me Knight,
3 note
Samingo. Is't not so?
Fal.
'Tis so.
-- 347 --
Sil.
Is't so? why, then say, 4 notean old man can do
somewhat.
Davy.
If it please your Worship, there's one Pistol
come from the Court with news.
Fal.
From the Court? let him come in.
SCENE V.
Enter Pistol.
How now, Pistol?
Pist.
Sir John, 'save you, Sir.
Fal.
What wind blew you hither, Pistol?
Pist.
Not the ill wind which blows no man good.
Sweet Knight, thou art now one of the greatest men
in the Realm.
Sil.
Indeed, I think he be, but goodman Puff of
Barson.
Pist.
Puff?
Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base.
—Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend;
And helter skelter have I rode to thee;
And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,
And golden times, and happy news of price.
Fal.
I pr'ythee now, deliver them like a man of this world.
Pist.
A foutra for the world and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys.
Fal.
O base Assyrian Knight, what is thy news?
5 note
Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
-- 348 --
Sil.
And Robin-hood, Scarlet, and John.
[Sings.
Pist.
Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
And shall good news be baffled?
Then Pistol lay thy head in Fury's lap.
Shal.
Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
Pist.
Why then, lament therefore.
Shal.
Give me pardon, Sir. If, Sir, you come with
news from the Court, I take it, there is but two ways;
either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am, Sir,
under the King, in some authority.
Pist.
Under which King? 6 note
Bezonian, speak or die.
Shal.
Under King Harry.
Pist.
Harry the Fourth? or Fifth?
Shal.
Harry the Fourth.
Pist.
A foutra for thine office!
Sir John, thy tender Lambkin now is King.
Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth.
When Pistol lies, do this, and * note
fig me like
The bragging Spaniard.
Fal.
What, is the old King dead?
Pist.
As nail in door. The things I speak are just.
Fal.
Away, Bardolph, saddle my horse. Master
Robert Shallow, chuse what office thou wilt in the Land,
'tis thine. Pistol, I will double charge thee with Dignities.
Bard.
O joyful day; I would not take a Knighthood
for my fortune.
Pist.
What? I do bring good news.
Fal.
Carry master Silence to bed. Master Shallow,
my Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt; I am fortune's
-- 349 --
Steward. Get on thy boots, we'll ride all night. Oh,
sweet Pistol!—Away, Bardolph—Come, Pistol, utter more
to me; and withal devise something to do thyself good.
Boot, boot, master Shallow. I know, the young King
is sick for me. Let us take any man's horses; the
Laws of England are at my commandment. Happy
are they which have been my friends; and woe to my
Lord Chief Justice!
Pist.
Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
7 noteWhere is the life that late I led, say they?
Why, here it is, welcome this pleasant day.
[Exeunt.
SCENE VIII.
Changes to a Street in London.
Enter Hostess Quickly, Doll Tear-sheet, and Beadles.
Host.
No, thou arrant knave, I would I might die,
that I might have thee hang'd; thou hast
drawn my shoulder out of joint.
Bead.
The constables have deliver'd her over to
me; and she shall have whipping cheer enough, I
warrant her. There hath been a man or two kill'd
about her.
Dol.
8 noteNut-hook, nut-hook, you lye. Come on. I'll
tell thee what, thou damn'd tripe-visag'd rascal, if the
child, I go with, do miscarry, thou hadst better thou
hadst struck thy mother, thou paper-fac'd villain.
Host.
O the Lord, that Sir John were come, he
would make this a bloody day to some body. But I
pray God, the fruit of her womb miscarry.
Bead.
If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions
again, you have but eleven now. Come, I charge
you both go with me; for the man is dead, that you
and Pistol beat among you.
-- 350 --
Dol.
I'll tell thee what, thou thin9 note man in a Censer!
I will have you as soundly swing'd for this, you blue-bottle
rogue!1 note—You filthy famish'd correctioner! if
you be not swing'd, I'll forswear half-kirtles.2 note
Bead.
Come, come, you she-Knight-arrant, come.
Host.
O, that Right should thus o'ercome Might!
Well, of sufferance comes ease.
Dol.
Come, you rogue, come. Bring me to a Justice.
Host.
Yes, come, you starv'd blood-hound.
Dol.
Goodman death, goodman bones!—
Host.
Thou Atomy, thou?
Dol.
Come, you thin thing: come, you rascal!
Bead.
Very well.
[Exeunt.
SCENE VII.
A publick Place near Westminster-Abbey.
Enter two Grooms, strewing rushes.
1 Groom.
More rushes,* note more rushes.
2 Groom.
The trumpets have sounded twice.
1 Groom.
It will be two of the clock ere they come
from the Coronation: despatch, despatch.
[Exeunt Grooms.
Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph, and the boy.
Fal.
Stand here by me, master Robert Shallow, I
-- 351 --
will make the King do you grace. I will leer upon
him as he comes by, and do but mark the countenance
that he will give me.
Pist.
Bless thy lungs, good Knight.
Fal.
Come here, Pistol; stand behind me. O, if I
had had time to have made new liveries, I would have
bestow'd the thousand pound I borrow'd of you. [To
Shallow.] But it is no matter, this poor Show doth
better; this doth infer the zeal I had to see him.
Shal.
It doth so.
Fal.
It shews my earnestness of affection.
Pist.
It doth so.
Fal.
My devotion.
Pist.
It doth, it doth, it doth.3 note
Fal.
As it were, to ride day and night, and not to
deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience to
shift me.
Shal.
It is most certain.
Fal.
But to stand stained with travel, and sweating
with desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting
all affairs else in oblivion, as if there were nothing else
to be done but to see him.
Pist.
'Tis semper idem; for absque hoc nihil est. 'Tis
all in every part.4 note
Shal.
'Tis so, indeed.
Pist.
My Knight, I will enflame thy noble liver,
And make thee rage.
Thy Dol and Helen of thy noble thoughts
Is in base durance and contagious prison;
-- 352 --
Haul'd thither by mechanick dirty hands.
Rouze up revenge from Ebon den, with fell Alecto's snake,
For Dol is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.
Fal.
I will deliver her.
Pist.
There roar'd the sea; and trumpet-clangour
sounds.
SCENE VIII.
The Trumpets sound. Enter the King, and his train.
Fal.
God save thy Grace, King Hal, my royal Hal!
Pist.
The heav'ns thee guard and keep, most royal
imp of fame!
Fal.
God save thee, my sweet boy!
King.
My Lord Chief Justice, speak to that vain man.
Ch. Just.
Have you your wits? know you, what 'tis you speak?
Fal.
My King, my Jove, I speak to thee, my heart!
King.
I know thee not, old man. Fall to thy prayers:
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
I have long dream'd of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so * noteprofane;
But, being awake, I do despise my dream.
Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace;
Leave gormandizing. Know, the Grave doth gape5 note
-- 353 --
For thee, thrice wider than for other men.
Reply not to me with a fool-born jest,
Presume not, that I am the thing I was,
For heav'n doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self,
So will I those that kept me company.
When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast,
The tutor and the feeder of my riots;
Till then I banish thee, on pain of death,
As I have done the rest of my mis-leaders,
Not to come near our person by ten miles.6 note
For competence of life, I will allow you,
That lack of means enforce you not to Evil;
And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,
We will according to your strengths and qualities
Give you advancement. Be't your charge, my Lord,
To see perform'd the tenour of our word.
Set on.
[Exit King, &c.
-- 354 --
SCENE IX.
Fal.
Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.
Shal.
Ay, marry, Sir John, which I beseech you to
let me have home with me.
Fal.
That can hardly be, Mr. Shallow. Do not you
grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private to him.
Look you, he must seem thus to the world. Fear not
your advancement, I will be the man yet that shall
make you great.
Shal.
I cannot perceive how, unless you give me
your doublet, and stuff me out with straw. I beseech
you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred of my
thousand.
Fal.
Sir, I will be as good as my word. This, that
you heard, was but a colour.
Shal.
A colour, I fear, that you will die in, Sir
John.
Fal.
Fear no colours. Go with me to dinner. Come,
lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph. I shall be sent for
soon at night.
Enter Chief Justice and Prince John.
Ch. Just.
Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet.* note
Take all his company along with him.
Fal.
My Lord, my Lord,—
Ch. Just.
I cannot now speak. I will hear you soon.
—Take them away.
Pist.
Si fortuna me tormento, spera me contento.
[Exeunt.
-- 355 --
Manent Lancaster, and Chief Justice.
Lan.
I like this fair proceeding of the King's.
He hath intent, his wonted followers
Shall all be very well provided for;
But they are banish'd, till their conversations
Appear more wise and modest to the world.
Ch. Just.
And so they are.
Lan.
The King hath call'd his Parliament, my Lord.
Ch. Just.
He hath.
Lan.
I will lay odds, that ere this year expire,
We bear our civil swords and native fire
As far as France. I heard a bird so sing,
Whose musick, to my thinking, pleas'd the King.
Come, will you hence?*6Q0157
[Exeunt.
-- 357 --
note
EPILOGUE.* [Footnote:
Spoken by a Dancer.
First, my fear; then, my court'sy; last, my speech.
My fear is your displeasure; my court'sy, my duty;
and my speech, to beg your pardons. If you look for a
good speech now, you undo me; for what I have to say
is of mine own making, and what, indeed, I should say,
will, I doubt, prove mine own marring. But to the
purpose, and so to the venture. Be it known to you, (as
it is very well) I was lately here in the end of a displeasing
Play, to pray your patience for it, and to promise
you a better. I did mean, indeed, to pay you with this;
which if, like an ill venture, it come unluckily home, I
break; and you, my gentle creditors, lose. Here, I promised
you, I would be, and here I commit my body to your
mercies: bate me some, and I will pay you some, and,
as most debtors do, promise you infinitely.
If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will you
command me to use my legs? and yet that were but light
payment, to dance out of your debt. But a good conscience
will make any possible satisfaction, and so will I.† note All
the gentlewomen here have forgiven me; if the gentlemen
will not, then the gentlemen do not agree with the
gentlewomen, which was never seen before in such an
assembly.
One word more, I beseech you; if you be not too much
cloy'd with fat meat, our humble author will continue
the story with Sir John in it, and make you merry with
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fair Catharine of France; where, for any thing I know,
Falstaff shall die of a Sweat, unless already he be kill'd
with your hard opinions; 1 note
for Oldcastle died a martyr,
and this is not the man. My tongue is weary; when my
legs are too, I will bid you good night, and so kneel down
before you; but, indeed, to pray for the Queen.
