burns, poor soul. For the other, I owe her money; and whether she be damned for that, I know not. Hostess. No, I warrant you. 292 Falstaff. No, I think thou art not; I think thou art quit for that. Marry, there is another indictment upon thee, for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house, contrary to the law; for the which I think thou wilt howl. Hostess. All victuallers do so; what's a joint of mutton or two in a whole Lent? Prince. You, gentlewoman, Doll. What says your grace? 300 Falstaff. His grace says that which his flesh rebels against. [Knocking within. Hostess. Who knocks so loud at door?-Look to the door there, Francis. Enter PETO. Prince. Peto, how now! what news? Peto. The king your father is at Westminster; Prince. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame, So idly to profane the precious time, When tempest of commotion, like the south And drop upon our bare unarmed heads. Give me my sword and cloak.-Falstaff, good night. 310 [Exeunt Prince Henry, Poins, Peto, and Bardolph. Falstaff. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence and leave it unpicked.—[Knocking within.] More knocking at the door!— 320 Re-enter BARDOLPH. How now! what's the matter? Bardolph. You must away to court, sir, presently; A dozen captains stay at door for you. Falstaff. [To the Page] Pay the musicians, sirrah.—Farewell, hostess;-farewell, Doll. You see, my good wenches, how men of merit are sought after; the undeserved may sleep, when the man of action is called on. Farewell, good wenches; if I be not sent away post, I will see you again ere I go. Doll. I cannot speak; if my heart be not ready to burst,— well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself. Falstaff. Farewell, farewell. 331 [Exeunt Falstaff and Bardolph. Hostess. Well, fare thee well. I have known thee these twenty-nine years, come peascod-time; but an honester and truer-hearted man,—well, fare thee well. Bardolph. [Within] Mistress Tearsheet! Hostess. What's the matter? Bardolph. [Within] Bid Mistress Tearsheet come to my master. Hostess. O, run, Doll, run; run, good Doll: come. [She comes blubbered.] Yea, will you come, Doll? [Exeunt. SCENE I. ACT III. Westminster. The Palace. Enter the KING in his nightgown, with a Page. King. Go call the Earls of Surrey and of Warwick; But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters, Are at this hour asleep!-O sleep, O gentle sleep, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? ΤΟ O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them Enter WARWICK and SURREY. Warwick. Many good morrows to your majesty! Warwick. 'Tis one o'clock, and past. King. Why, then, good morrow to you all, my lords. Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? Warwick. We have, my liege. King. Then you perceive the body of our kingdom And with what danger, near the heart of it. My Lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd. King. O God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, 20 330 40 Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea! and, other times, to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, With divers liquors! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die. 'Tis not ten years gone Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends, Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard Gave him defiance. But which of you was by- The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head, And the division of our amity. Warwick. There is a history in all men's lives, 50 60 70 80 |