739Fal. Glasses, glasses, is the onely drinking: and for

740thy walles a pretty slight Drollery, or the Storie of the

741Prodigall, or the Germane hunting in Waterworke, is

742worth a thousand of these Bed-hangings, and these Fly-

743bitten Tapistries. Let it be tenne pound (if thou canst.)

744Come, if it were not for thy humors, there is not a better

745Wench in England. Go, wash thy face, and draw thy

746Action: Come, thou must not bee in this humour with

747me, come, I know thou was't set on to this.

748Host. Prethee (Sir Iohn) let it be but twenty Nobles,

749I loath to pawne my Plate, in good earnest la.

750Fal. Let it alone, Ile make other shift: you'l be a fool

751still.

752Host. Well, you shall haue it although I pawne my

753Gowne. I hope you'l come to Supper: You'l pay me al-

754together?

755Fal. Will I liue? Go with her, with her: hooke-on,

756hooke-on.

757Host. Will you haue Doll Teare-sheet meet you at sup-

758per?

759Fal. No more words. Let's haue her.

760Ch. Iust. I haue heard bitter newes.

761Fal. What's the newes (my good Lord?)

762Ch. Iu. Where lay the King last night?

763Mes. At Basingstoke my Lord.

764Fal. I hope (my Lord) all's well. What is the newes

765my Lord?

766Ch. Iust. Come all his Forces backe?

767Mes. No: Fifteene hundred Foot, fiue hundred Horse

768Are march'd vp to my Lord of Lancaster,

769Against Northumberland, and the Archbishop.

770Fal. Comes the King backe from Wales, my noble L?

771Ch. Iust. You shall haue Letters of me presently.

772Come, go along with me, good M. Gowre.

773Fal. My Lord.

774Ch. Iust. What's the matter?

775Fal. Master Gowre, shall I entreate you with mee to

776dinner?

777Gow. I must waite vpon my good Lord heere.

778I thanke you, good Sir Iohn.

779Ch. Iust. Sir Iohn, you loyter heere too long being you

780are to take Souldiers vp, in Countries as you go.

781Fal. Will you sup with me, Master Gowre?

782Ch. Iust. What foolish Master taught you these man-

783ners, Sir Iohn?

784Fal. Master Gower, if they become mee not, hee was a

785Foole that taught them mee. This is the right Fencing

786grace (my Lord) tap for tap, and so part faire.

787Ch. Iust. Now the Lord lighten thee, thou art a great

788Foole. Exeunt

792Prin. Trust me, I am exceeding weary.

793Poin. Is it come to that? I had thought wearines durst

794not haue attach'd one of so high blood.

795Prin. It doth me: though it discolours the complexion

796of my Greatnesse to acknowledge it. Doth it not shew

797vildely in me, to desire small Beere?

798Poin. Why, a Prince should not be so loosely studied,

799as to remember so weake a Composition.

800Prince. Belike then, my Appetite was not Princely

801got: for (in troth) I do now remember the poore Crea-

802ture, Small Beere. But indeede these humble considera-

803tions make me out of loue with my Greatnesse. What a

804disgrace is it to me, to remember thy name? Or to know

805thy face to morrow? Or to take note how many paire of

806Silk stockings y^u hast? (Viz. these, and those that were thy

807peach-colour'd ones:) Or to beare the Inuentorie of thy

808shirts, as one for superfluity, and one other, for vse. But

809that the Tennis-Court-keeper knowes better then I, for

810it is a low ebbe of Linnen with thee, when thou kept'st

811not Racket there, as thou hast not done a great while, be-

812cause the rest of thy Low Countries, haue made a shift to

813eate vp thy Holland.

814Poin. How ill it followes, after you haue labour'd so

815hard, you should talke so idlely? Tell me how many good

816yong Princes would do so, their Fathers lying so sicke, as

817yours is?

818Prin. Shall I tell thee one thing, Pointz?

819Poin. Yes: and let it be an excellent good thing.

820Prin. It shall serue among wittes of no higher breed-

821ing then thine.

822Poin. Go to: I stand the push of your one thing, that

823you'l tell.

824Prin. Why, I tell thee, it is not meet, that I should be

825sad now my Father is sicke: albeit I could tell to thee (as

826to one it pleases me, for fault of a better, to call my friend)

827I could be sad, and sad indeed too.

828Poin. Very hardly, vpon such a subiect.

829Prin. Thou think'st me as farre in the Diuels Booke, as

830thou, and Falstaffe, for obduracie and persistencie. Let the

831end try the man. But I tell thee, my hart bleeds inward-

832ly, that my Father is so sicke: and keeping such vild com-

833pany as thou art, hath in reason taken from me, all osten-

834tation of sorrow.

835Poin. The reason?

836Prin. What would'st thou think of me, if I shold weep?

837Poin. I would thinke thee a most Princely hypocrite.

838Prin. It would be euery mans thought: and thou art

839a blessed Fellow, to thinke as euery man thinkes: neuer a

840mans thought in the world, keepes the Rode-way better

841then thine: euery man would thinke me an Hypocrite in-

842deede. And what accites your most worshipful thought

843to thinke so?

844Poin. Why, because you haue beene so lewde, and so

845much ingraffed to Falstaffe.

846Prin. And to thee.

847Pointz. Nay, I am well spoken of, I can heare it with

848mine owne eares: the worst that they can say of me is, that

849I am a second Brother, and that I am a proper Fellowe of

850my hands: and those two things I confesse I canot helpe.

851Looke, looke, here comes Bardolfe.

852Prince. And the Boy that I gaue Falstaffe, he had him

853from me Christian, and see if the fat villain haue not trans

854form'd him Ape.

856Bar. Saue your Grace.

857Prin. And yours, most Noble Bardolfe.

858Poin. Come you pernitious Asse, you bashfull Foole,

859must you be blushing? Wherefore blush you now? what

860a Maidenly man at Armes are you become? Is it such a

861matter to get a Pottle-pots Maiden-head?

862Page. He call'd me euen now (my Lord) through a red

863Lattice, and I could discerne no part of his face from the