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	[Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY, FANG and his Boy with her,
	and SNARE following.]

MISTRESS QUICKLY: Master Fang, have you entered the action?

FANG: It is entered.

MISTRESS QUICKLY: Where's your yeoman? Is't a lusty yeoman? will a'
	stand to 't?

FANG: Sirrah, where's Snare?

MISTRESS QUICKLY: O Lord, ay! good Master Snare.

SNARE: Here, here.

FANG: Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.

MISTRESS QUICKLY: Yea, good Master Snare; I have entered him and all.

SNARE: It may chance cost some of us our lives, for he will stab.

MISTRESS QUICKLY: Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabbed me in
	mine own house, and that most beastly: in good
	faith, he cares not what mischief he does. If his
	weapon be out: he will foin like any devil; he will
	spare neither man, woman, nor child.

FANG: If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.

MISTRESS QUICKLY: No, nor I neither: I'll be at your elbow.

FANG: An I but fist him once; an a' come but within my vice,--

MISTRESS QUICKLY: I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's an
	infinitive thing upon my score. Good Master Fang,
	hold him sure: good Master Snare, let him not
	'scape. A' comes continuantly to Pie-corner--saving
	your manhoods--to buy a saddle; and he is indited to
	dinner to the Lubber's-head in Lumbert street, to
	Master Smooth's the silkman: I pray ye, since my
	exion is entered and my case so openly known to the
	world, let him be brought in to his answer. A
	hundred mark is a long one for a poor lone woman to
	bear: and I have borne, and borne, and borne, and
	have been fubbed off, and fubbed off, and fubbed
	off, from this day to that day, that it is a shame
	to be thought on. There is no honesty in such
	dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass and a
	beast, to bear every knave's wrong. Yonder he
	comes; and that errant malmsey-nose knave, Bardolph,
	with him. Do your offices, do your offices: Master
	Fang and Master Snare, do me, do me, do me your offices.

	[Enter FALSTAFF, Page, and BARDOLPH]

FALSTAFF: How now! whose mare's dead? what's the matter?

FANG: Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mistress Quickly.

FALSTAFF: Away, varlets! Draw, Bardolph: cut me off the
	villain's head: throw the quean in the channel.

MISTRESS QUICKLY: Throw me in the channel! I'll throw thee in the
	channel. Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly
	rogue! Murder, murder! Ah, thou honeysuckle
	villain! wilt thou kill God's officers and the
	king's? Ah, thou honey-seed rogue! thou art a
	honey-seed, a man-queller, and a woman-queller.

FALSTAFF: Keep them off, Bardolph.

FANG: A rescue! a rescue!

MISTRESS QUICKLY: Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou wo't, wo't
	thou? Thou wo't, wo't ta? do, do, thou rogue! do,
	thou hemp-seed!

FALSTAFF: Away, you scullion! you rampallion! You
	fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.

	[Enter the Lord Chief-Justice, and his men]

Lord Chief-Justice: What is the matter? keep the peace here, ho!

MISTRESS QUICKLY: Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, stand to me.

Lord Chief-Justice: How now, Sir John! what are you brawling here?
	Doth this become your place, your time and business?
	You should have been well on your way to York.
	Stand from him, fellow: wherefore hang'st upon him?

MISTRESS QUICKLY: O most worshipful lord, an't please your grace, I am
	a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.

Lord Chief-Justice: For what sum?

MISTRESS QUICKLY: It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all,
	all I have. He hath eaten me out of house 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
	will ride thee o' nights like the mare.

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

Lord Chief-Justice: How comes this, Sir John? Fie! what man of good
	temper would endure this tempest of exclamation?
	Are you not ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so
	rough a course to come by her own?

FALSTAFF: What is the gross sum that I owe thee?

MISTRESS QUICKLY: Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself and the
	money too. Thou didst swear to me upon a
	parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber,
	at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon
	Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the prince broke
	thy head for liking his father to a singing-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 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 a 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 long they should call
	me madam? And didst thou not kiss me and bid me
	fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy
	book-oath: deny it, if thou canst.

FALSTAFF: My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she says up
	and down the town that the eldest son is like 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 redress against them.

Lord Chief-Justice: 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 than impudent sauciness
	from you, can thrust me from a level consideration:
	you have, as it appears to me, practised upon the
	easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made her
	serve your uses both in purse and in person.

MISTRESS QUICKLY: Yea, in truth, my lord.

Lord Chief-Justice: Pray thee, peace. Pay her the debt you owe her, and
	unpay the villany you have done her: the one you
	may do with sterling money, and the other with
	current repentance.

FALSTAFF: My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without
	reply. You call honourable boldness impudent
	sauciness: if a man will make courtesy and say
	nothing, he is virtuous: no, my lord, my humble
	duty remembered, 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.

Lord Chief-Justice: You speak as having power to do wrong: but answer
	in the effect of your reputation, and satisfy this
	poor woman.

FALSTAFF: Come hither, hostess.

	[Enter GOWER]

Lord Chief-Justice: Now, Master Gower, what news?

GOWER: The king, my lord, and Harry Prince of Wales
	Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells.

FALSTAFF: As I am a gentleman.

MISTRESS QUICKLY: Faith, you said so before.

FALSTAFF: As I am a gentleman. Come, no more words of it.

MISTRESS QUICKLY: By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must be fain
	to pawn both my plate and the tapestry of my
	dining-chambers.

FALSTAFF: 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 bed-hangings and these
	fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, if thou
	canst. Come, an 'twere not for thy humours, there's
	not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face,
	and draw the action. Come, thou must not be in
	this humour with me; dost not know me? come, come, I
	know thou wast set on to this.

MISTRESS QUICKLY: Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles: i'
	faith, I am loath to pawn my plate, so God save me,
	la!

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

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

FALSTAFF: Will I live?

	[To BARDOLPH]

	Go, with her, with her; hook on, hook on.

MISTRESS QUICKLY: Will you have Doll Tearsheet meet you at supper?

FALSTAFF: No more words; let's have her.

	[Exeunt MISTRESS QUICKLY, BARDOLPH, Officers and Boy]

Lord Chief-Justice: I have heard better news.

FALSTAFF: What's the news, my lord?

Lord Chief-Justice: Where lay the king last night?

GOWER: At Basingstoke, my lord.

FALSTAFF: I hope, my lord, all's well: what is the news, my lord?

Lord Chief-Justice: Come all his forces back?

GOWER: No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse,
	Are marched up to my lord of Lancaster,
	Against Northumberland and the Archbishop.

FALSTAFF: Comes the king back from Wales, my noble lord?

Lord Chief-Justice: You shall have letters of me presently:
	Come, go along with me, good Master Gower.

FALSTAFF: My lord!

Lord Chief-Justice: What's the matter?

FALSTAFF: Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner?

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

Lord Chief-Justice: Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to
	take soldiers up in counties as you go.

FALSTAFF: Will you sup with me, Master Gower?

Lord Chief-Justice: What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John?

FALSTAFF: 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 part fair.

Lord Chief-Justice: Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a great fool.

	[Exeunt]




	2 KING HENRY IV






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