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tardly rogue-Murder, murder! O thou honey-long they should call me madam ? And didst thou

suckle' villain: wilt thou kill God's officers, and
the king's? O thou honey-seed' rogue! thou art
a honey-seed; a man-queller, and a woman-
queller.

Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph.
Phang. A rescue! a rescue!

Host. Good people, bring à rescue or two. Thou wo't, wo't thou? thou wo't, wo't thou? do, do, thou rogue! thou hemp-seed!

Fal. Away, you scullion! you rampallian'! you fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe. Enter the Chief Justice, attended.

Ch. Just. What's the matter? keep the peace here, ho!

Host. Good my lord, be good to me! I beseech you, stand to me!

Ch. Just. How now, Sir John? what are you brawling here?

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not kiss me, and bid me fetch thee thirty shilings? I put thee now to thy book-oath; deny it, it thou

canst.

Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she ays, up and down the town, that her eldest son is ke you: she hath been in good case, and, the truth is, poverty hath distracted her. But for these foolish officers, I beseech you, I may have 10 redress against them.

Ch. Just. Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. It is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words that come with such more 15 than impudent sawciness from you, can thrust me from a level consideration; I know you have practis'd upon the easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made her serve your uses both in purse and person.

Doth this become your place, your time, and bu-20

siness?

You should have been well on your way to York.Stand from him, fellow: Wherefore hang'st thou on him?

Host. O my most worshipful lord, au' please your 25 grace, I am a poor widow of East-cheap, and he is arrested at my suit.

Ch. Just. For what sum?

Host. It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all, all I have: he hath eaten me out of house 30 and home; he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his:-but I will have some of it out again, or I'll ride thee o'nights, like the mare.

Ful. I think, I am as like to ride the mare, if I have any vantage of ground to get up.

Ch. Just. How comes this, Sir John? Fie! what man of good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation? Are you not asham'd to enforce a poor widow to so rough a course to come by her own?

Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe thee? Host. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself, and the money too. Thou didst swear to me

Host. Yes, in troth, my lord.

Ch. Just. Prythee peace:-Pay her the debt you owe her, and unpay the villainy you have done her; the one you may do with sterling money, and the other with current repentance.

Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without reply. You call honourable boldness, impudent sawciness: if a man will make curt'sy, and say nothing, he is virtuous: No, my lord, my humble duty remember'd, I will not be your suitor; I say to you, I do desire deliverance from these officers, being upon hasty employment in the king's affairs.

Ch. Just. You speak as having power to do wrong: but answer in the effect of your reputa35tion', and satisfy the poor woinan.

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Fal. Come hither, hostess. [Taking her aside,
Enter a Messenger.

Ch. Just. Now, master Gower; What news?
Gower. Theking, my lord, and Henry prince of
Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells. [Wales
Ful. As I am a gentleman,-

Host. Nay, you said so before.

Fal. As I am a gentleman;-Come, no more

upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-words of it. chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, on 45 Host. By this heavenly ground I tread on, I Wednesday in Whitsun-week, when the prince must be fain to pawn both my plate, and the tabroke thy head for likening his father to a singing-pestry of my dining-chambers. man of Windsor; thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not 50 goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me gossip Quickly coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us, she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some: whereby I told thee, they were ill for a55 green wound? And didst thou not, when she was gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so familiarity with such poor people; saying, that ere

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Ful. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking: and for thy walls,-a pretty slight drollery, or the story of the prodigal, or the German hunting in water-work, is worth a thousand of these bedhangings, and these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound if thou canst. Come, if it were not for thy humours, there is not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face, and draw thy action: come, thou must not be in this humour with me; do'st not know me? Come, come, I know thou wast set on to this.

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The landlady's corruption of homicidal and homicide. Meaning perhaps, you ramping riotous strumpet, speaking to the hostess. Addressing himself to the officer, whose weapon of defence is a cudgel (from fustis, a club), not being entitled to wear a sword. * parcel-gilt goblet is a goblet only gilt over, not of solid gold. A mess seems in those days to have been a common term for a small proportion of any thing belonging to the kitchen. Sneap siguities check. That is, in a manner suitable to your character. i. e. in water colours.

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Host. Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles; I am loth to pawn my plate, in good earnest, la.

Fal. Let it alone; I'll make other shift; you'll be a fool still.

Host. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown. I hope, you'll come to supper: You'll pay me all together?

remember thy name? or to know thy face tomorrow? or to take note how many pair of silk stockings thou hast; viz. these, and those that were the peach-colour'd ones? or to bear the in5 ventory of thy shirts; as, one for superfluity, and one other for use?-But that, the tennis-courtkeeper knows better than I; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee, when thou keepest not racket there; as thou hast not done a great while, because the rest of thy low-countries have made a shift to eat up thy holland: and God knows, whether those that bawl out the ruins of thy linen, shall inherit his kingdom: but the midwives say, the children are not in the fault; whereupon the world 15 encreases, and kindreds are mightily strengthen'd. Poins. How ili it follows, after you have labour'd so hard, you should talk so idly! Tell me, how many good young princes would do so, their fathers being so sick as yours at this time is?

Fal. Will I live?-Go, with her, with her; hook on, hook on. [To the Officers. 10 Host. Will you have Doll Tear-sheet meet you at supper?

Ful. No more words; let's have her.

[Exeunt Hostess, Bardolph, Officers, &c.
Ch. Just. I have heard better news.
Ful. What's the news, my good lord?

Ch. Just. Where lay the king last night?
Gower. At Basingstoke, my lord.

Fal. I hope, my lord, all's well: What's the news, my lord?

Ch. Just. Come all his forces back?

Gower. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred
horse,

Are march'd up to my lord of Lancaster,
Against Northumberland and the archbishop.
Fal. Comes the king back from Wales, my no-
ble lord?

Ch. Just. You shall have letters of me presently:
Come, go along with me, good master Gower.
Fal. My lord!

Ch. Just. What's the matter?

Fal. Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner?

Gower. I must wait upon my good lord here: thank you, good Sir John.

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Ch. Just. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to take soldiers up in counties as you go. Fal. Will you sup with me, master Gower?

Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John?

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P. Henry, Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins? Poins. Yes; and let it be an excellent good thing. P. Henry. It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine.

Poins. Goto; I stand the push of your one thing 25 that you will tell.

P. Henry. Why, I tell thee,-it is not meet that I should be sad, now my father is sick : albeit I could tell to thee, (as to one it pleases me, for fault of a better, to call my friend) I could be sad, 30 and sad indeed too.

Poins. Very hardly, upon such a subject.

P. Henry. By this hand, thou think'st me as far in the devil's book, as thou, and Falstaff, for obduracy, and presistency: Let the end try the man. 35 But I tell thee,-my heart bleeds inwardly, that my father is so sick: and keeping such vile company as thou art, hath in reason taken from me fall ostentation of sorrow.

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Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool that taught them me.-This is the right fencing grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so partir. Ch. Just. Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a great fool. [Exeunt 45

SCENE II.

Continues in London.

Enter Prince Henry and Poins.

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Poins. The reason?

P. Henry. What would thou think of me, if I should weep?

Poins. I would think thee a most princely hypocrite.

P. Henry. It would be every man's thonght: and thou art a blessed fellow, to think as every man thinks: never a man's thought in the world keeps the road-way better than thine: every man would think me an hypocrite indeed. And what accites your most worshipful thought to think so? Poins. Why, because you have been so lewd, and so much engrafted to Falstaff.

P. Henry. And to chee.

P. Henry. Trust me, I am exceeding weary. Poins. Is it come to that? I had thought, wea riness durst not have attach'd one of so high blood P. Henry. 'Faith, it does me; though it disco lours the complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth it not shew vilely in me, to desire5ney can say of me is, that I am a second brother, small-beer?

Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied, as to remember so weak a composition. P. Henry. Belike then, my appetite was no princely got; for, in troth, I do now remember 60 the poor creature, small-beer. But, indeed, these humble considerations make me out of love with my greatness. What a disgrace is it to me, to

1i. e. shew.

Poins. Nay, by this light, I am well spoken of, I can hear it with my own ears: the worst that

and that I am a proper fellow of my hands; and those two things, I confess, I cannot help. Look, look, here comes Bardolph.

P. Henry. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: he had him from me christion; and see, if the fat villain have not transform'd him ape.

Enter Bardolph, and Page.
Bard. 'Save your grace!

A tall or proper fellow of his hands was a stout fighting man.

P. Henry.

P. Henry. And yours, most noble Bardolph! Bard. [to the Page.] Come, you virtubus ass, you bashful fool, must you be blushing? Wherefore blush you now? What a maidenly man at arms are you become? Is it such a matter, to get a pottie-pot's maiden-head?

Page. He call'd me even now, my lord, through a red lattice, and I could discern no part of his face from the window: at last, I spy'd his eyes; and methought he had made two holes in the ale wife's new petticoat, and peep'd through.

P. Henry. Hath not the boy profited? Bard. Away, you whoreson upright_rabbet,| away!

|for he misuses thy favours so much, that he swears, thou art to marry his sister Nell. Repent at idle times as thou mayʼst, and so farewell. Thine, by ea and no, (which is as much as to say, as thor 5usest him) Jack Falstaff, with my familiars; John with my brothers and sisters; and Sir John, with all Europe. My lord, I will steep this letter in sack, and make him eat it.

P. Henry. That's to make him eat twenty of his 10 words. But do you use me thus, Ned? must I marry your sister?

Page. Away, you rascally Althea's dream, 15 away!

P. Henry. Instruct us, boy: What dream, boy? Page. Marry, my lord, Althea dream'd she was deliver'd of a firebrand; and therefore I call him her dream.

P. Henry. A crown's worth of good interpretation.-There it is, boy. [Gives him money. Poins. O, that this good blossom could be kept from cankers!-Well, there is six-pence to preserve thee.

Bard. An you do not make him be hang'd among you, the gallows shall have wrong.

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Poins. May the wench have no worse fortune! but I never said so.

P. Henry. Well, thus we play the fool with the time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds, and mock us.-Is your master here in London? Bard. Yes, my lord.

P. Henry. Where sups he? doth the old boar
feed in the old frank"?
[cheap.
Bard. At the old place, my lord; in East-
P. Henry. What company?

Page. Ephesians", my lord; of the old church.
P. Henry, Sup any women with him?
Puge. None, my lord, but old mistress Quick-
25ly, and mistress Doll Tear-sheet.

P. Henry. And how doth thy master, Bardolph;, Bard. Well, my good lord. He heard of your grace's coming to town; there's a letter for you. 30 P. Henry. Deliver'd with good respect.-And how doth the martlemas' your master?

Bard. In bodily health, sir.

Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a physician: but that moves not him; though that be 35 sick, it dies not.

P. Henry. I do allow this wen' to be as familiar with me as my dog: and he holds his place; for, look you, how he writes.

Poins reads. John Falstaff, knight,—Every 40 man must know that, as oft as he hath occasion to name himself. Even like those that are kin to the king; for they never prick their finger, but they say, There is some of the king's blood spilt.-Hoi comes that? says he, that takes upon him not to 45 conceive: the answer is as ready as a borrower's cap'; I am the king's poor cousin, sir.

P. Henry. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it from Japhet. But to the letter:

Poins. Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of the king, nearest his father, Harry prince of Wales, greeting.Why, this is a certificate.

P. Henry. Peace!

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Poins. I will imitate the honourable Roman' in brevity:- -sure he means brevity in breath; short-55 winded.-I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with Poins;

P. Henry. What pagan' may that be? Page. A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kinswoman of my master's.

P. Henry. Even such kin, as the parish heifers are to the town bull.-Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper? [you.

Poins. I am your shadow, my lord; I'll follow P. Henry. Sirrah, you boy,--and Eardolph;— no word to your master, that I am yet come to town: There's for your silence.

Bard. I have no tongue, sir.

Puge. And for mine, sir,-I will govern it. P. Henry, Fare ye well; go.-This Doll Tearsheet should be some road.

Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way between St. Alban's and London.

P. Henry. How might we see Falstaff bestow himself to-night in his true colours, and not ourselves be seen?

Poins. Put on two leather jerkins, and aprons, and wait upon him at his table as drawers.

P. Henry. From a god to a bull? a heavy descension! it was Jove's case. From a prince to a prentice? a low transformation! that shall be mine: for, in every thing, the purpose must weigh with the folly. Follow me, Ned. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.
Warkworth Castle.

Enter Northumberland, Lady Northumberland, and Lady Percy.

North. I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle daughter,

That is, the autumn, or rather the latter spring; meaning, the old fellow with juvenile passions. Martlemas is corrupted from Martinmas, the feast of St. Martin, the eleventh of November. 'i. e. this tumid excrescence of a man. Warburton explains this allusion by observing, that a man who goes to borrow money, is of all others the most complaisant; his cap is always at hand. *By the honourable Roman is probably intended Julius Cæsar, whose reni, vidi, vici, seems to be alluded to in the beginning of the letter. 5 Frank is sty. Probably the cant word in those times for topers. Give

The cant word perhaps for prostitute.

Give even way unto my rough affairs:
Put not you on the visage of the times,
And be, like them, to Percy troublesome.

L. North. I have given over, I will speak no

more:

Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide.
North. Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn ;|
And, but my going, nothing can redeem it.

L. Percy. Oh, yet, for heaven's sake, go not to
these wars!

The time was, father, that you broke your word
When you were more endear'd to it than now;
When yourown Percy,when my heart'sdearHarry,
Threw many a northward look, to see his father'
Bring up his powers; but he did long' in vain.
Who then persuaded you to stay at home?
There were two honours lost; yours, and your son's.
For yours,-may heavenly glory brighten it!
For his, it stuck upon him, as the sun

In the grey vault of heaven: and, by his light,
Did all the chivalry of England move

To do brave acts: he was, indeed, the glass

Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.

He had no legs, that practis'd not his gait:

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Then join you with them, like a rib of steel,
To make strength stronger; but, for all our loves,
First let them try themselves: So did your son;
He was so suffer'd; so came I a widow;
And never shall have length of life enough,
To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,
That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven,
For recordation to my noble husband. [mind

North. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my
10 As with the tide swell'd up unto its height,
That makes a still stand, running neither way.
Fain would I go to meet the archbishop,
But many thousand reasons hold me back:-
I will resolve for Scotland; there am I,
15Till time and vantage crave my company.[Exeunt.
SCENE IV.

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1 Draw. What the devil hast thou brought there? apple-Johns? Thou know'st, Sir John cannot endure an apple-John'.

2 Draw. Mass, thou say'st true: The prince

And speaking thick, which naturemade his blemish, 25 once set a dish of apple-Johns before him, and told

Becaine the accents of the valiant;

For those that could speak low, and tardily,
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To seem like him: So that, in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,

In military rules, humours of blood,
He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion'dothers. And him,—O wondrous him!
O miracle of men!-him did you leave,
(Second to none, unseconded by you)
To look upon the hideous god of war
In disadvantage; to abide a field,
Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name
Did seem de:ensible:-so you left him:
Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong,
To hold your honour more precise and nice
With others, than with him; let them alone;
The marshal, and the archbishop, are strong:
Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
To-day might 1, hanging on Hotspur's neck,
Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave.

North. Beshrew your heart,

Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from me,
With new lamenting ancient oversights.

But I must go, and meet with danger there;
Or it will seek me in another place,

And find me worse provided.

L. North. O, By to Scotland,

'Till that the nobles, and the armed commons,
Have of their puissance made a little taste.
L. Percy. If they get ground and vantage off
the king,

him, there were five more Sir Johns; and, putting off his hat, said, I will now take my leave of these six dry, round, old, wither'd knights. It anger'd him to the heart; but he hath forgot that. 30 1 Draw. Why, then, cover, and set them down: And see if thou can'st find out Sneak's noise; mistress Tear-sheet would fain hear some music. Dispatch :-The room where they supp'd is too hot; they'll come in straight.

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2 Draw. Sirrah, here will be the prince and master Poins anon: and they will put on two of our jerkins, and aprons; and Sir John must not know it: Bardolph hath brought word.

1 Draw. Then here will be old utis': It will 40be an excellent stratagem.

2 Draw. I'll see, if I can find out Sneak. [Exit. Enter Hostess and Doll Tear-sheet. Host. Sweet-heart, methinks you are now in an excellent good temperality: your pulsidge beats as 45 extraordinarily as heart would desire; and your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose: But, 'faith, you have drank too much canaries; and that's a marvellous searching wine, and it perfumes the blood ere we can say,-What's this? 50IIow do you now?

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Dol. Better than I was.

Hem.

Host. Why, that was well said; A good heart's worth gold. Look, here comes Sir John.

Enter Falstaff.

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Theobald conjectures that the poet wrote look in vain. called, and used in funerals. This apple will keep two years, but becomes very wrinkled and shrivelled. Dr. Johnson says, Sneak was a street minstrel, and therefore the drawer goes out to listen if he can hear him in the neighbourhood. A noise of musicians anciently signified a concert or company of them. Falstaff addresses them as a company in another scene of this play. 'Utis, a word yet in use in some counties, signifying a merry festival, from the French huit, octo, ab A. S. Єahti, octava festi alicujus. Old utis signifies festivity in a great degree,

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Host.

Host. Sick of a calm': yea, good sooth. Fal. So is all her sect2; if they be once in a calm, they are sick.

Dol. You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me?

Ful. You make fat rascals', mistress Doll. Dol. I make them! gluttony and diseases make them; I make them not.

Ful. If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to make the diseases, Doll: we catch of you, Doll, we catch of you; grant that, my poor virtue, grant that.

Host. Tilly-fally, Sir John, never tell me; your ancient swaggerer comes not in my deors. I was before master Tisick, the deputy, the other day: and, as he said to me,-it was no longer ago than 5 Wednesday last,-Neighbour Quickly, says he;master Dumb, our minister, was by then;Neighbour Quickly, says he, receive those that are civil; for, saith he, you are in an ilɛ name;—now The said 50, I can tell whereupon; for, says he, you are an honest woman, and well thought on; therefore take heed what guests you receive : Receive, says he, no swaggering companions—There comes none here:--you would bless you to hear what he said:-no, I'll no swaggerers.

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Dol. Ay, marry; our chains, and our jewels. Fal. Your brooches, pearls, and owches;-for to serve bravely, is to come halting off, you 15 know: To come off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to surgery bravely; to venture upon the charg'd chambers' bravely:

Dol. Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang

yourself!

Fal. He's no swaggerer, hostess; a tame cheater, he; you may stroak him as gently as a puppy-greyhound: he will not swagger with a Barbary hen, if her feathers turn back in any shew of resistance.--Call him up, drawer.

20 Host. Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man my house, nor no cheater: But I do not love swaggering, by my troth; I am the worse, when one says-swagger; feel, masters how I shake; look you, I warrant you.

Host. Why, this is the old fashion; you two never meet, but you fall to some discord: you are both, in good troth, as rheumatic as two dry toasts'; you cannot one bear with another's confirmities. What the good-jere! one must hear, 25 and that must be you: you are the weaker vessel, as they say, the emptier vessel. [To Dall. Dol. Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogshead? There's a whole merchant's venture of Bourdeaux stuff in him; you have not seen a 30 hulk better stult'd in the hold.-Come, lil bej friends with thee, Jack: thou art a going to the wars; and whether I shall ever see thee again, or no, there is nobody cares.

Re-enter Drawer.

Draw. Sir, ancient Pistol's below, and would speak with you.

Del. Hang him, swaggering rascal! let him not come hither: it is the foul-mouth'dst rogue in England.

Host. If he swagger, let him not come here: no, by my faith; I must live amongst my neigh-| bours; I'll no swaggerers: I am in good name and fame with the very best:-Shut the door;-there comes no swaggerers here; I have not liv'd all thi while, to have swaggering now;-shut the door I pray you.

Fal. Dost thou hear, hostess?——

Host. Pray you, pacify yourself, Sir John: there comes no swaggerers here.

Ful. Dost thou hear? it is mine ancient.

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Dol. So you do, hostess.

Host. Do? yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere an aspen leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers.

Enter Pistol, Bardotph, and Page.
Pist. 'Save you, Sir John!

Fal. Welcome, ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge you with a cup of sack: do you discharge upon mine hostess.

Pist. I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.

Ful. She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall hardly offend her.

Høst. Come, I'll drink no proofs, nor no bullets: I'll drink no more than will do me good, for no man's pleasure, I".

Pist. Then to you, mistress Dorothy; I will charge you.

Dol. Charge me; I scorn you, scurvy compa nion! What! you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! 51 am meat for your master.

Pist. I know you, mistress Dorothy.

Dol. Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away; by this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy 50 cuttle with me. Away! you bottle-ale rascal you basket-hilt stale juggler, you!-Since when, I

That is, her profession; or perhaps sex may be meant. 3 Falstaff alludes to a phrase of the forest. Lean deer are called rascal deer. He tell her she calls him wrong, for being fut, he cannot be a rascal. This is a line in an old song. Brooches were chains of gold that women wore formerly about their necks. Owches were bosses of gold set with diamonds. Instead of gold and diamonds Falstaff intends to describe the several stages of the venereal disease. To understand this quibble, it is necessary to observe, that a chamber signifies not only an apartment, but a piece of ordnance. A chamber is likewise that part of a mine where the powder is lodged. Rheumatic, in the cant language of those times, signified capricious, humoursome. 7 Which cannot meet but they grate one another. Ancient Pistol is the same as Ensign Pistol. 'Gamester and cheater were, in Shakspeare's age, synonimous terins. 19 The humour of this consists in the woman's mistaking the title of cheater (or gamester) for that officer of the exchequer called an escheator, well known to the common people of that time; and named, either corruptly or satirically, a cheater. "The duplication of the pronoun was very common. The French still use this idiom-Je suis Parisien, moi. 12 In the cant of thievery, to nip a bung was to cut a purse. 13 Cuttle and cuttle-boung were the cant terms for the knife used by the sharpers of that age to cut the bottoms of purses, which were them worn hanging at the girdle.

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