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preserve thy good grace! by my troth, welcome to London. Now, the Lord bless that sweet face of thine! O, Jesu, are you come from Wales? Falstaff Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, by this light flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome. Doll How, you fat fool! I scorn you. Poins My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge and turn all to a merriment, if you take not the heat. Prince You whoreson candle-mine, you, how vilely did you speak of me even now before this honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman! Hostess God’s blessing of your good heart! and so she is, by my troth. Falstaff Didst thou hear me? Prince Yea, and you knew me, as you did when you ran away by Gad’s-hill: you knew I was at your back, and spoke it on purpose to try my patience. Falstaff No, no, no; not so; I did not think thou wast within hearing. Prince I shall drive you then to confess the wilful abuse; and then I know how to handle you. Falstaff No abuse, Hal, o’ mine honour; no abuse. Prince Not to dispraise me, and call me pantler and bread-chipper and I know not what? Falstaff No abuse, Hal. Poins No abuse? Falstaff No abuse, Ned, i’ the world; honest Ned, none. I dispraised him before the wicked, that the wicked might not fall in love with him; in which doing, I have done the part of a careful friend and a true subject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it. No abuse, Hal: none, Ned, none: no, faith, boys, none. Prince See now, whether pure fear and entire cowardice doth not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to close with us? is she of the wicked? is thine hostess here of the wicked? or is thy boy of the wicked? or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his nose, of the wicked? Poins Answer, thou dead elm, answer. Falstaff The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecoverable; and his face is Lucifer’s privy-kitchen, where he doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For the boy, there is a good angel about him; but the devil outbids him too. Prince For the women? Falstaff For one of them, she is in hell already, and burns poor souls. For the other, I owe her money, and whether she be damned for that, I know not. Hostess No, I warrant you. 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? 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;
And there are twenty weak and wearied posts
Come from the north: and, as I came along,
I met and overtook a dozen captains,
Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns,
And asking every one for Sir John Falstaff.

Prince

By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame,
So idly to profane the precious time,
When tempest of commotion, like the south
Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt
And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.
Give me my sword and cloak. Falstaff, good night. 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! 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 undeserver 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 read to burst⁠—well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself. Falstaff Farewell, farewell. 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. Act III Scene I

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,
And well consider of them: make good speed. Exit Page.
How many thousand of my poorest subjects
Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee
And hush’d with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,
Than in the perfumed chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,
And lull’d with sound of sweetest melody?
O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile
In loathsome beds, and leavest the kingly couch
A watch-case or a common ’larum-bell?
Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast
Seal up the ship-boy’s eyes, and rock his brains
In cradle of the rude imperious surge
And in the visitation of the winds,
Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them
With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds,
That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude,
And in the calmest and most stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king? Then happy low, lie down!
Uneasy lies the head

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