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Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].

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SCENE VII. Alarm, enter Falstaff solus.

Fal.

Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here: here's no scoring, but upon the pate. Soft, who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt? there's honour for you; ⁷ ^note

here's no vanity! I am as hot as moulten lead, and as heavy too: heav'n keep lead out of me, I need no more weight than mine own bowels! &wlquo;I have led my rag-o-muffians where they are pepper'd: there's not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg during life. But who comes here?&wrquo;

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Enter Prince Henry.

P. Henry.
What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword;
Many a noble man lies stark and stiff
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies;
Whose deaths are unreveng'd. Lend me thy sword.

Fal.

O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to breathe a while. ⁸ ^noteTurk Gregory never did such deeds in arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.

P. Henry.

He is, indeed, and living to kill thee: I pr'ythee, lend me thy sword.

Fal.

Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my sword: but take my pistol, if thou wilt.

P. Henry.

Give it me: what, is it in the case?

Fal.

Ay, Hal, 'tis hot. There's that will sack a city.

[The Prince draws out a bottle of sack.

P. Henry.

What, is it a time to jest and dally now?

[Throws it at him, and Exit.

Fal.

⁹ ^noteIf Percy be alive, he'll pierce him; if he do come in my way, so; if he do not, if I come in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give me life, which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end.

[Exit.

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