218Reigne in all bosomes, that each heart being set

219On bloody Courses, the rude Scene may end,

220And darknesse be the burier of the dead.

221L. Bar. Sweet Earle, diuorce not wisedom from your (Honor.

222Mor. The liues of all your louing Complices

223Leane-on your health, the which if you giue-o're

224To stormy Passion, must perforce decay.

225You cast th'euent of Warre (my Noble Lord)

226And summ'd the accompt of Chance, before you said

227Let vs make head: It was your presurmize,

228That in the dole of blowes, your Son might drop.

229You knew he walk'd o're perils, on an edge

230More likely to fall in, then to get o're:

231You were aduis'd his flesh was capeable

232Of Wounds, and Scarres; and that his forward Spirit

233Would lift him, where most trade of danger rang'd,

234Yet did you say go forth: and none of this

235(Though strongly apprehended) could restraine

236The stiffe-borne Action: What hath then befalne?

237Or what hath this bold enterprize bring forth,

238More then that Being, which was like to be?

239L. Bar. We all that are engaged to this losse,

240Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous Seas,

241That if we wrought out life, was ten to one:

242And yet we ventur'd for the gaine propos'd,

243Choak'd the respect of likely perill fear'd,

244And since we are o're-set, venture againe.

245Come, we will all put forth; Body, and Goods,

246Mor. 'Tis more then time: And (my most Noble Lord)

247I heare for certaine, and do speake the truth:

248The gentle Arch-bishop of Yorke is vp

249With well appointed Powres: he is a man

250Who with a double Surety bindes his Followers.

251My Lord (your Sonne) had onely but the Corpes,

252But shadowes, and the shewes of men to fight.

253For that same word (Rebellion) did diuide

254The action of their bodies, from their soules,

255And they did fight with queasinesse, constrain'd

256As men drinke Potions; that their Weapons only

257Seem'd on our side: but for their Spirits and Soules,

258This word (Rebellion) it had froze them vp,

259As Fish are in a Pond. But now the Bishop

260Turnes Insurrection to Religion,

261Suppos'd sincere, and holy in his Thoughts:

262He's follow'd both with Body, and with Minde:

263And doth enlarge his Rising, with the blood

264Of faire King Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones,

265Deriues from heauen, his Quarrell, and his Cause:

266Tels them, he doth bestride a bleeding Land,

267Gasping for life, vnder great Bullingbrooke,

268And more, and lesse, do flocke to follow him.

269North. I knew of this before. But to speake truth,

270This present greefe had wip'd it from my minde.

271Go in with me, and councell euery man

272The aptest way for safety, and reuenge:

273Get Posts, and Letters, and make Friends with speed,

274Neuer so few, nor neuer yet more need. Exeunt.

277Fal. Sirra, you giant, what saies the Doct. to my water?

278Pag. He said sir, the water it selfe was a good healthy

279water: but for the party that ow'd it, he might haue more

280diseases then he knew for.

281Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at mee: the

282braine of this foolish compounded Clay-man, is not able

283to inuent any thing that tends to laughter, more then I

284inuent, or is inuented on me. I am not onely witty in my

285selfe, but the cause that wit is in other men. I doe heere

286walke before thee, like a Sow, that hath o'rewhelm'd all

287her Litter, but one. If the Prince put thee into my Ser-

288uice for any other reason, then to set mee off, why then I

289haue no iudgement. Thou horson Mandrake, thou art

290fitter to be worne in my cap, then to wait at my heeles. I

291was neuer mann'd with an Agot till now: but I will sette

292you neyther in Gold, nor Siluer, but in vilde apparell, and

293send you backe againe to your Master, for a Iewell. The

294Iuuenall (the Prince your Master) whose Chin is not yet

295fledg'd, I will sooner haue a beard grow in the Palme of

296my hand, then he shall get one on his cheeke: yet he will

297not sticke to say, his Face is a Face-Royall. Heauen may

298finish it when he will, it is not a haire amisse yet: he may

299keepe it still at a Face-Royall, for a Barber shall neuer

300earne six pence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as if

301he had writ man euer since his Father was a Batchellour.

302He may keepe his owne Grace, but he is almost out of

303mine, I can assure him. What said M. Dombledon, about

304the Satten for my short Cloake, and Slops?

305Pag. He said sir, you should procure him better Assu-

306rance, then Bardolfe: he wold not take his Bond & yours,

307he lik'd not the Security.

308Fal. Let him bee damn'd like the Glutton, may his

309Tongue be hotter, a horson Achitophel; a Rascally-yea-

310forsooth-knaue, to beare a Gentleman in hand, and then

311stand vpon Security? The horson smooth-pates doe now

312weare nothing but high shoes, and bunches of Keyes at

313their girdles: and if a man is through with them in ho-

314nest Taking-vp, then they must stand vpon Securitie: I

315had as liefe they would put Rats-bane in my mouth, as

316offer to stoppe it with Security. I look'd hee should haue

317sent me two and twenty yards of Satten (as I am true

318Knight) and he sends me Security. Well, he may sleep in

319Security, for he hath the horne of Abundance: and the

320lightnesse of his Wife shines through it, and yet cannot

321he see, though he haue his owne Lanthorne to light him.

322Where's Bardolfe?

323Pag. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship

324a horse.

325Fal. I bought him in Paules, and hee'l buy mee a horse

326in Smithfield. If I could get mee a wife in the Stewes, I

327were Mann'd, Hors'd, and Wiu'd.

329Pag. Sir, heere comes the Nobleman that committed

330the Prince for striking him, about Bardolfe.

331Fal. Wait close, I will not see him.

332Ch. Iust. What's he that goes there?

333Ser. Falstaffe, and't please your Lordship.

334Iust. He that was in question for the Robbery?

335Ser. He my Lord, but he hath since done good seruice

336at Shrewsbury: and (as I heare) is now going with some

337Charge, to the Lord Iohn of Lancaster.

338Iust. What to Yorke? Call him backe againe.

339Ser. Sir Iohn Falstaffe.

340Fal. Boy, tell him, I am deafe.

341Pag. You must speake lowder, my Master is deafe.

342Iust. I am sure he is, to the hearing of any thing good.

343Go plucke him by the Elbow, I must speake with him.

344Ser. Sir Iohn.

345Fal. What? a yong knaue and beg? Is there not wars? Is

346there not imployment? Doth not the K. lack subiects? Do

347not the Rebels want Soldiers? Though it be a shame to be