864window: at last I spy'd his eyes, and me thought he had

865made two holes in the Ale-wiues new Petticoat, & pee-

866ped through.

867Prin. Hath not the boy profited?

868Bar. Away, you horson vpright Rabbet, away.

869Page. Away, you rascally Altheas dreame, away.

870Prin. Instruct vs Boy: what dreame, Boy?

871Page. Marry (my Lord) Althea dream'd, she was de-

872liuer'd of a Firebrand, and therefore I call him hir dream.

873Prince. A Crownes-worth of good Interpretation:

874There it is, Boy.

875Poin. O that this good Blossome could bee kept from

876Cankers: Well, there is six pence to preserue thee.

877Bard. If you do not make him be hang'd among you,

878the gallowes shall be wrong'd.

879Prince. And how doth thy Master, Bardolph?

880Bar. Well, my good Lord: he heard of your Graces

881comming to Towne. There's a Letter for you.

882Poin. Deliuer'd with good respect: And how doth the

883Martlemas, your Master?

884Bard. In bodily health Sir.

885Poin. Marry, the immortall part needes a Physitian:

886but that moues not him: though that bee sicke, it dyes

887not.

888Prince. I do allow this Wen to bee as familiar with

889me, as my dogge: and he holds his place, for looke you

890he writes.

891Poin. Letter.

: (Euery man must

892know that, as oft as hee hath occasion to name himselfe:)

893Euen like those that are kinne to the King, for they neuer

894pricke their finger, but they say, there is som of the kings

895blood spilt. How comes that (sayes he) that takes vpon

896him not to conceiue? the answer is as ready as a borrow-

897ed cap: I am the Kings poore Cosin, Sir.

898Prince. Nay, they will be kin to vs, but they wil fetch

899it from Iaphet. But to the Letter: ---

902Poin. Why this is a Certificate.

903Prin. Peace.

905Poin. Sure he meanes breuity in breath: short-winded.

914My Lord, I will steepe this Letter in Sack, and make him

915eate it.

916Prin. That's to make him eate twenty of his Words.

917But do you vse me thus Ned? Must I marry your Sister?

918Poin. May the Wench haue no worse Fortune. But I

919neuer said so.

920Prin. Well, thus we play the Fooles with the time, &

921the spirits of the wise, sit in the clouds, and mocke vs: Is

922your Master heere in London?

923Bard. Yes my Lord.

924Prin. Where suppes he? Doth the old Bore, feede in

925the old Franke?

926Bard. At the old place my Lord, in East-cheape.

927Prin. What Company?

928Page. Ephesians my Lord, of the old Church.

929Prin. Sup any women with him?

930Page. None my Lord, but old Mistris Quickly, and M.

931Doll Teare-sheet.

932Prin. What Pagan may that be?

933Page. A proper Gentlewoman, Sir, and a Kinswoman

934of my Masters.

935Prin. Euen such Kin, as the Parish Heyfors are to the

936Towne-Bull?

937Shall we steale vpon them (Ned) at Supper?

938Poin. I am your shadow, my Lord, Ile follow you.

939Prin. Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your

940Master that I am yet in Towne.

941There's for your silence.

942Bar. I haue no tongue, sir.

943Page. And for mine Sir, I will gouerne it.

944Prin. Fare ye well: go.

945This Doll Teare-sheet should be some Rode.

946Poin. I warrant you, as common as the way betweene

947S. Albans, and London.

948Prin. How might we see Falstaffe bestow himselfe to

949night, in his true colours, and not our selues be seene?

950Poin. Put on two Leather Ierkins, and Aprons, and

951waite vpon him at his Table, like Drawers.

952Prin. From a God, to a Bull? A heauie declension: It

953was Ioues case. From a Prince, to a Prentice, a low trans-

954formation, that shall be mine: for in euery thing, the pur-

955pose must weigh with the folly. Follow me Ned. Exeunt

959North. I prethee louing Wife, and gentle Daughter,

960Giue an euen way vnto my rough Affaires:

961Put not you on the visage of the Times,

962And be like them to Percie, troublesome.

963Wife. I haue giuen ouer, I will speak no more,

964Do what you will: your Wisedome, be your guide.

965North. Alas (sweet Wife) my Honor is at pawne,

966And but my going, nothing can redeeme it.

967La. Oh yet, for heauens sake, go not to these Warrs;

968The Time was (Father) when you broke your word,

969When you were more endeer'd to it, then now,

970When your owne Percy, when my heart-deere Harry,

971Threw many a Northward looke, to see his Father

972Bring vp his Powres: but he did long in vaine.

973Who then perswaded you to stay at home?

974There were two Honors lost; Yours, and your Sonnes.

975For Yours, may heauenly glory brighten it:

976For His, it stucke vpon him, as the Sunne

977In the gray vault of Heauen: and by his Light

978Did all the Cheualrie of England moue

979To do braue Acts. He was (indeed) the Glasse

980Wherein the Noble-Youth did dresse themselues.

981He had no Legges, that practic'd not his Gate:

982And speaking thicke (which Nature made his blemish)

983Became the Accents of the Valiant.

984For those that could speake low, and tardily,

985Would turne their owne Perfection, to Abuse,

986To seeme like him. So that in Speech, in Gate,

987In Diet, in Affections of delight,

988In Militarie Rules, Humors of Blood,