SCENE V.
Re-enter Bardolph.
Bard.
I have been looking all about, Sir John, but I
cannot find one.
Quick.
What is it Sir John wants, Mr. Bardolph?
Bar.
A bawdy-house, mistress.
Quick.
O Jesu-Maria! Mrs. Dorothy.
Fal.
How, sirrah! did not I send thee to look out for
a house of civil entertainment, where I might repose myself
after my fatigue? What, you rogue, would you make
of me, here, before these superabundantly-virtuous gentlewomen?
Quick.
Yes, indeed, Sir John, and so to be sure we
are: for, in good sooth, no-body need be asham'd of their
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civilities to your honour's knighthood. And as to a
house of civil entertainment, Sir John; here is one hard
by, where the knights and lords, and all the great gentlemen
of the court, are entertained, both by night and
by day, as civilly as at their own homes; and by gentlewomen
as kind to them, I warrant ye, as their own ladies
themselves.—A house of civil entertainment, a bawdy-house
truly! Why, I keep a house of civility myself, and
I would have you to know Mr. Bardolph—
Bar.
Nay, nay, 'tis all one: what Sir John pleases.
Quick.
Yes, by my truly, and so I think it ought, for
if Sir John recommends you to the king.—
Dol.
Nay, were I Sir John, I'm sure I would never
promote such a clown as Bardolph at court.
Bar.
Ah! Dol, Dol, I am afraid our promotion will be
at the gallows. If Sir John has any interest with the hangman,
he may get me preferr'd, perhaps, to the top of the
ladder.
Dol.
Why, how now, varlet?
Quick.
Do you hear? do you hear, sweet Sir John?
Fal.
Ay hostess, Bardolph is somewhat blunt: but, as
for the king—
Quick.
Heav'ns bless him! a sweet young prince he
was; and, to be sure, a gracious king he is. But what
of him, Sir John?
Fal.
Why, marry,—hang him, hostess—Treason must
out as well as murder.
Quick.
I am 'maz'd Sir John; why, how is this? what
a goodness! when—where—
Dol.
How is this, good Bardolph?
Fal.
Why, I will tell ye how it is. That same ungrateful,
sneaking, pitiful rascal, we are speaking of, is
turn'd fanatick.
Quick.
Fanatick! the king a fanatick!
Fal.
Ay, fanatick, presbyter, bishop, if you will. Let
his crown be his mitre; I care not.
Dol.
We don't take your meaning, Sir John.
Fal.
You must know then, Dol, that after having, in
pure love and affection, ridden post day and night fourscore
and odd miles, to congratulate him on his accession,
and condole with him on his father's death; instead of
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bidding me welcome to court, he preach'd me my own
funeral sermon.
Quick.
A funeral sermon!
Fal.
Ay, hostess: for at the end of his discourse he
order'd me to be buried alive, at ten miles distance from
the court. And, to make this unnatural interment the
surer, he has appointed my Lord-chief-justice his undertaker,
to see to the disposal of my corpse.
Quick.
Buried alive, quoth he! what, what is in all
this?
Fal.
In plain terms, dame Quickly, your gracious
king hath banish'd me the presence; and, till he grows a
graceless prince again, I am forbidden to approach his
person, within ten miles, on penalty of being hang'd.
Take ye me now?
Quick.
O Jesu! is it possitable?
Dol.
Ah, ha! is it so? sits the wind in that quarter?
Quick.
Well, as I am an honest woman, who would
have thought it? it is a world to see!
Dol.
And so, Sir John is in disgrace; still plain Jack
Falstaff and one of us! ha! ha! ha! poor blown Jack!
Quick.
A sad disappointment, indeed, Sir John! but,
in good faith, things fall out so odd, and the world goes
so wrong, and the times are so hard; that here, there, why,
no longer ago now than yesterday, was I obliged to pay
the lord-knows-what-all away for one thing or other: and
then my misfortune to day; an angel to the constables;
and beside this comes the day after to morrow, when I
must make up a sum for the wine-merchant: wherefore if
your honour would but discharge your score in East-cheap;
because, as why, your honour knows—
Fal.
How's this, dame Quickly?
Quick.
Because, I say, as why, your honour knows,
seventy odd pound is a great deal of money for a poor
widow woman to lose.
Fal.
What talk you of losing, hostess?
Quick.
True, Sir John, as you say, to be sure, I shall
not be willing to lose it: for the law is open, and I know
which way to get my money.
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Fal.
I am glad thou dost hostess: as in that case I need
not give myself the trouble to pay thee. The law is open,
say'st thou? Ay, like a mouse-trap, on the catch for nibbling
clients. Enter thy action, and I will hold thee a
gallon of sack, thy departed husband will get out of purgatory
ere thou out of the hands of thy lawyer.
Quick.
Nay, Sir John, you need not twit me upon
that. You need not fling my poor husband's soul in my
teeth. He has not been gone so long; tho' for the matter
of that, he might have been in heav'n before now,
hadn't I lent you the money Mr. Dumb should have had
to say masses for him. Yes, Sir John, you have put into
that great belly of yours what should have got my poor
husband out of purgatory, and now you reproach me for
it. Had he been still alive you would not have us'd his
disconsolate widow thus. You wouldn't. Sir John.
Fal.
No, I'll be sworn I should not.
Quick.
Well then, Sir John, out of charity, if it were
nothing else, you ought to repay the money. Nay, if
you don't, I'll pray night and day that you may be haunted
by his ghost. Heav'n rest his soul. I would he might
never sleep quietly in his grave, till he has made you pay
me.
Fal.
Go to, thou art a foolish woman: with good
words thou mayst be paid.
Quick.
No, Sir John, good words will not do. I must
have money Sir John. The priests won't get a soul out
of purgatory without money. Besides, Sir John, good
words are no payment, I can get no body to take them:
good words will not do with me.
Fal.
Well, well, I say you may be paid—
Quick.
May! Sir John, I must.—You have thus
shuffled off and on me, a good while; but I must, I must
be paid, I must—
Fal.
Heigh! heigh! wilt thou raise the neighbourhood
upon us? If thou art clamorous, I will have thee duck'd
in the Thames, for a bawd. What, a-plague, art thou
drunk? A good-natur'd wench, as thou art, if it were
not for thy shrill tongue and vixen humours. On the honour
of my knighthood thou shalt be paid. Dost thou
doubt mine honour?
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Quick.
Why, Sir John, to be sure, no-body would
scruple to confide in your honour's honour: but then you
know Sir John (no-body better) what honour is. It will
buy neither coals nor candles; nor will my landlord take
it for rent, nor the merchant for sack or sherry. But would
you give me only the half in money, and leave the rest to
honour; so that a body might keep open house, Sir John.
That would be doing something.
Fal.
Nay, if thou wilt be advis'd, I will do more for
thee.—Bardolph! forget not to go (when I send thee) to
the cashier, with whom I left a thousand pound this morning,
and tell him to satisfy Mrs. Quickly forthwith.
Quick.
A thousand pound!
Fal.
The times are not so bad, hostess (thanks to our
friend Shallow) but we may yet have a merry bout in East-cheap.
—How says my Dol?
Dol.
Nay, you know, sweet Jack, I was always at your
pleasure there.
Quick.
That I will say for her, and a sweeter-natur'd
better hearted creature never lay by the side of a true man.
But, goodness heart! why do we tarry here, when Sir
John complain'd of his being fatigued, and was looking
for a house of civil entertainment? I will shew you the way
incontinently, Sir John.
Fal.
I thank thee, hostess; I am now somewhat recruited,
and will endeavour to reach Eastcheap. And yet
a cup of sack, by the way, I think, would not be amiss.
Let us in.
[Exeunt.
William Kenrick [1760], Falstaff's Wedding: a comedy. Being a Sequel to the Second Part of the Play of King Henry the Fourth. Written in Imitation of Shakespeare, By Mr. Kenrick (Printed for J. Wilkie... [and] F. Blyth [etc.], London) [word count] [S34600].