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Enter two DRAWERS
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Enter two DRAWERS
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FRANCIS What the devil hast thou brought there—applejohns? Thou
knowest Sir John cannot endure an applejohn.
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FRANCIS What the devil hast thou brought there—applejohns? Thou
knowest Sir John cannot endure an applejohn.
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SECOND DRAWER Mass, thou sayest true. The Prince once set a dish of
applejohns before him and told him there were five more Sir
5 Johns and, putting off his hat, said “I will now take my leave
of these six dry, round, old, withered knights.” It angered
him to the heart. But he hath forgot that.
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SECOND DRAWER Mass, thou sayest true. The Prince once set a dish of
applejohns before him and told 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, withered knights.” It angered
him to the heart. But he hath forgot that.
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FRANCIS Why then, cover, and set them down, and see if thou canst
find out Sneak’s noise. Mistress Tearsheet would fain hear
10 some music.
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FRANCIS Why then, cover, and set them down, and see if thou canst
find out Sneak’s noise. Mistress Tearsheet would fain hear
some music.
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Enter THIRD DRAWER
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Enter THIRD DRAWER
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THIRD DRAWER Dispatch: the room where they supped is too hot. They’ll
come in straight.
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THIRD DRAWER Dispatch: the room where they supped is too hot. They’ll
come in straight.
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FRANCIS Sirrah, here will be the Prince and Master Poins anon, and
they will put on two of our jerkins and aprons, and Sir John
15 must not know of it. Bardolph hath brought word.
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FRANCIS 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 of it. Bardolph hath brought word.
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THIRD DRAWER By the Mass, here will be old utis. It will be an excellent
stratagem.
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THIRD DRAWER By the Mass, here will be old utis. It will be an excellent
stratagem.
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SECOND DRAWER I’ll see if I can find out Sneak.
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SECOND DRAWER I’ll see if I can find out Sneak.
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FRANCIS and THE DRAWERS exit
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FRANCIS and THE DRAWERS exit
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Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET
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Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET
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MISTRESS QUICKLY I' faith, sweetheart, methinks now you are in an excellent
20 good temperality. Your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as
heart would desire, and your color, I warrant you, is as red
as any rose, in good truth, la. But, i' faith, you have drunk
too much canaries, and that’s a marvellous searching wine,
and it perfumes the blood ere one can say “What’s this?”
25 How do you now?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY I' faith, sweetheart, methinks now you are in an excellent
good temperality. Your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as
heart would desire, and your color, I warrant you, is as red
as any rose, in good truth, la. But, i' faith, you have drunk
too much canaries, and that’s a marvellous searching wine,
and it perfumes the blood ere one can say “What’s this?”
How do you now?
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DOLL TEARSHEET Better than I was. Hem.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Better than I was. Hem.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Why, that’s well said. A good heart’s worth gold.
Lo, here comes Sir John.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Why, that’s well said. A good heart’s worth gold.
Lo, here comes Sir John.
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Enter FALSTAFF
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Enter FALSTAFF
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FALSTAFF (sings) When Arthur first in court—Empty the jordan.
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FALSTAFF (sings) When Arthur first in court—Empty the jordan.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Sick of a calm, yea, good faith.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Sick of a calm, yea, good faith.
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FALSTAFF So is all her sect. An they be once in a calm, they are sick.
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FALSTAFF So is all her sect. An they be once in a calm, they are sick.
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DOLL TEARSHEET A pox damn you, muddy rascal. Is that all the comfort you
give me?
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DOLL TEARSHEET A pox damn you, muddy rascal. Is that all the comfort you
give me?
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FALSTAFF 35 You make fat rascals, Mistress Doll.
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FALSTAFF You make fat rascals, Mistress Doll.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I make them? Gluttony and diseases make them; I make
them not.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I make them? Gluttony and diseases make them; I make
them not.
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FALSTAFF 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
40 that, my poor virtue, grant that.
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FALSTAFF 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.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Yea, joy, our chains and our jewels.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Yea, joy, our chains and our jewels.
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FALSTAFF Your broaches, pearls, and ouches—for to serve bravely is
to come halting off, you know; to come off the breach with
his pike bent bravely, and to surgery bravely, to venture upon
45 the charged chambers bravely—
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FALSTAFF Your broaches, pearls, and ouches—for to serve bravely is
to come halting off, you know; to come off the breach with
his pike bent bravely, and to surgery bravely, to venture upon
the charged chambers bravely—
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DOLL TEARSHEET Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself!
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DOLL TEARSHEET Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself!
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MISTRESS QUICKLY By my troth, this is the old fashion. You two never meet but
you fall to some discord. You are both, i' good truth, as
rheumatic as two dry toasts. You cannot one bear with
50 another’s confirmities. What the good-year! One must bear,
and that must be you. You are the weaker vessel, as they say,
the emptier vessel.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY By my troth, this is the old fashion. You two never meet but
you fall to some discord. You are both, i' good truth, as
rheumatic as two dry toasts. You cannot one bear with
another’s confirmities. What the good-year! One must bear,
and that must be you. You are the weaker vessel, as they say,
the emptier vessel.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogshead?
There’s a whole merchant’s venture of Bourdeaux stuff in
55 him. You have not seen a hulk better stuffed in the hold. —
ome, I’ll be friends with thee, Jack. Thou art going to the
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DOLL TEARSHEET 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 hulk better stuffed in the hold. —
ome, I’ll be friends with thee, Jack. Thou art going to the
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wars, and whether I shall ever see thee again or no, there is
nobody cares.
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wars, and whether I shall ever see thee again or no, there is
nobody cares.
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Enter FIRST DRAWER
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Enter FIRST DRAWER
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FIRST DRAWER Sir, Ancient Pistol’s below and would speak with
60 you.
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FIRST DRAWER Sir, Ancient Pistol’s below and would speak with
you.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Hang him, swaggering rascal! Let him not come hither. It is
the foul-mouthed’st rogue in England.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Hang him, swaggering rascal! Let him not come hither. It is
the foul-mouthed’st rogue in England.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY If he swagger, let him not come here. No, by my faith, I must
live among my neighbors. I’ll no swaggerers: I am in good
65 name and fame with the very best. Shut the door. There
comes no swaggerers here. I have not lived all this while to
have swaggering now. Shut the door, I pray you.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY If he swagger, let him not come here. No, by my faith, I must
live among my neighbors. 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 lived all this while to
have swaggering now. Shut the door, I pray you.
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FALSTAFF Dost thou hear, hostess?
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FALSTAFF Dost thou hear, hostess?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Pray you pacify yourself, Sir John. There comes no swaggerers
70 here.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Pray you pacify yourself, Sir John. There comes no swaggerers
here.
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FALSTAFF Dost thou hear? It is mine ancient.
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FALSTAFF Dost thou hear? It is mine ancient.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Tilly-vally, Sir John, ne'er tell me. And your ancient
swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before Master
Tisick, the debuty t' other day, and, as he said to me—’twas
75 no longer ago than Wednesday last, i' good faith—
“Neighbour Quickly,” says he—Master Dumb, our minister,
was by then—“Neighbour Quickly,” says he, “receive those
that are civil, for,” said he, “you are in an ill name.” Now he
said so, I can tell whereupon. “For,” says he, “you are an
80 honest woman, and well thought on. Therefore take heed
what guests you receive. Receive,” says he, “no swaggering
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Tilly-vally, Sir John, ne'er tell me. And your ancient
swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before Master
Tisick, the debuty t' other day, and, as he said to me—’twas
no longer ago than Wednesday last, i' good faith—
“Neighbour Quickly,” says he—Master Dumb, our minister,
was by then—“Neighbour Quickly,” says he, “receive those
that are civil, for,” said he, “you are in an ill name.” Now he
said so, 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
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companions.” There comes none here. You would bless you
to hear what he said. No, I’ll no swaggerers.
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companions.” There comes none here. You would bless you
to hear what he said. No, I’ll no swaggerers.
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FALSTAFF He’s no swaggerer, hostess, a tame cheater, i' faith. You may
85 stroke him as gently as a puppy greyhound. He’ll not
swagger with a Barbary hen if her feathers turn back in any
show of resistance.—Call him up, drawer.
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FALSTAFF He’s no swaggerer, hostess, a tame cheater, i' faith. You may
stroke him as gently as a puppy greyhound. He’ll not
swagger with a Barbary hen if her feathers turn back in any
show of resistance.—Call him up, drawer.
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Exit FIRST DRAWER
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Exit FIRST DRAWER
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MISTRESS QUICKLY “Cheater,” call you him? I will bar no honest man my house,
nor no cheater, but I do not love swaggering. By my troth,
90 I am the worse when one says “swagger.” Feel, masters, how
I shake; look you, I warrant you.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY “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.
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DOLL TEARSHEET So you do, hostess.
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DOLL TEARSHEET So you do, hostess.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Do I? Yea, in very truth, do I, an ’twere an aspen leaf. I
cannot abide swaggerers.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Do I? Yea, in very truth, do I, an ’twere an aspen leaf. I
cannot abide swaggerers.
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Enter PISTOL , BARDOLPH , and the PAGE
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Enter PISTOL , BARDOLPH , and the PAGE
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PISTOL 95 God save you, Sir John.
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PISTOL God save you, Sir John.
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FALSTAFF Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge you with a
cup of sack. Do you discharge upon mine hostess.
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FALSTAFF Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge you with a
cup of sack. Do you discharge upon mine hostess.
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PISTOL I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.
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PISTOL I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.
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FALSTAFF She is pistol-proof. Sir, you shall not hardly offend her.
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FALSTAFF She is pistol-proof. Sir, you shall not hardly offend her.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 100 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.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 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.
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PISTOL Then to you, Mistress Dorothy! I will charge you.
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PISTOL Then to you, Mistress Dorothy! I will charge you.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What, you poor,
base, rascally, cheating lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy
105 rogue, away! I am meat for your master.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What, you poor,
base, rascally, cheating lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy
rogue, away! I am meat for your master.
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PISTOL I know you, Mistress Dorothy.
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PISTOL I know you, Mistress Dorothy.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Away, you cutpurse rascal, you filthy bung, away! By this
wine, I’ll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps an you play
the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal, you
110 basket-hilt stale juggler, you. Since when, I pray you, sir?
God’s light, with two points on your shoulder? Much!
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DOLL TEARSHEET Away, you cutpurse rascal, you filthy bung, away! By this
wine, I’ll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps an you play
the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal, you
basket-hilt stale juggler, you. Since when, I pray you, sir?
God’s light, with two points on your shoulder? Much!
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PISTOL God let me not live, but I will murder your ruff for this.
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PISTOL God let me not live, but I will murder your ruff for this.
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FALSTAFF No more, Pistol. I would not have you go off here. Discharge
yourself of our company, Pistol.
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FALSTAFF No more, Pistol. I would not have you go off here. Discharge
yourself of our company, Pistol.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 115 No, good Captain Pistol, not here, sweet captain.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY No, good Captain Pistol, not here, sweet captain.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Captain? Thou abominable damned cheater, art thou not
ashamed to be called captain? An captains were of my mind,
they would truncheon you out for taking their names upon
you before you have earned them. You a captain? You slave,
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DOLL TEARSHEET Captain? Thou abominable damned cheater, art thou not
ashamed to be called captain? An captains were of my mind,
they would truncheon you out for taking their names upon
you before you have earned them. You a captain? You slave,
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120 for what? For tearing a poor whore’s ruff in a bawdy house?
He a captain! Hang him, rogue. He lives upon mouldy
stewed prunes and dried cakes. A captain? God’s light, these
villains will make the word as odious as the word “occupy,”
which was an excellent good word before it was ill sorted.
125 Therefore captains had need look to ’t.
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for what? For tearing a poor whore’s ruff in a bawdy house?
He a captain! Hang him, rogue. He lives upon mouldy
stewed prunes and dried cakes. A captain? God’s light, these
villains will make the word as odious as the word “occupy,”
which was an excellent good word before it was ill sorted.
Therefore captains had need look to ’t.
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BARDOLPH Pray thee go down, good ancient.
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BARDOLPH Pray thee go down, good ancient.
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FALSTAFF Hark thee hither, Mistress Doll.
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FALSTAFF Hark thee hither, Mistress Doll.
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PISTOL Not I. I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could tear her.
I’ll be revenged of her.
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PISTOL Not I. I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could tear her.
I’ll be revenged of her.
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PAGE 130 Pray thee go down.
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PAGE Pray thee go down.
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PISTOL I’ll see her damned first to Pluto’s damnèd lake, by this
hand, to th' infernal deep with Erebus and tortures vile also.
Hold hook and line, say I. Down, down, dogs! Down, Fates!
Have we not Hiren here?
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PISTOL I’ll see her damned first to Pluto’s damnèd lake, by this
hand, to th' infernal deep with Erebus and tortures vile also.
Hold hook and line, say I. Down, down, dogs! Down, Fates!
Have we not Hiren here?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 135 Good Captain Peesell, be quiet. 'Tis very late, i' faith. I
beseek you now, aggravate your choler.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Good Captain Peesell, be quiet. 'Tis very late, i' faith. I
beseek you now, aggravate your choler.
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PISTOL These be good humors indeed. Shall pack-horses
And hollow pampered jades of Asia, which cannot go but
thirty mile a day,
Compare with Caesars and with cannibals, and Troyant
Greeks? Nay, rather damn them with King
Cerberus, and let the welkin roar. Shall we fall foul
for toys?
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PISTOL These be good humors indeed. Shall pack-horses
And hollow pampered jades of Asia, which cannot go but
thirty mile a day,
Compare with Caesars and with cannibals, and Troyant
Greeks? Nay, rather damn them with King
Cerberus, and let the welkin roar. Shall we fall foul
for toys?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 140 By my troth, captain, these are very bitter words.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY By my troth, captain, these are very bitter words.
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BARDOLPH Begone, good ancient. This will grow to a brawl anon.
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BARDOLPH Begone, good ancient. This will grow to a brawl anon.
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PISTOL Die men like dogs! Give crowns like pins! Have we not
Hiren here?
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PISTOL Die men like dogs! Give crowns like pins! Have we not
Hiren here?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O' my word, captain, there’s none such here. What the good-
145 year, do you think I would deny her? For God’s sake, be
quiet.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O' my word, captain, there’s none such here. What the good-
year, do you think I would deny her? For God’s sake, be
quiet.
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PISTOL Then feed and be fat, my fair Calipolis. Come, give ’s some
sack. Si fortune me tormente, sperato me contento. Fear we
broadsides? No, let the fiend give fire. Give me some sack,
150 and, sweetheart, lie thou there. (lays down his sword) Come
we to full points here? And are etceteras nothing?
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PISTOL Then feed and be fat, my fair Calipolis. Come, give ’s some
sack. Si fortune me tormente, sperato me contento. Fear we
broadsides? No, let the fiend give fire. Give me some sack,
and, sweetheart, lie thou there. (lays down his sword) Come
we to full points here? And are etceteras nothing?
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FALSTAFF Pistol, I would be quiet.
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FALSTAFF Pistol, I would be quiet.
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PISTOL Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf. What, we have seen the seven
stars.
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PISTOL Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf. What, we have seen the seven
stars.
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DOLL TEARSHEET 155 For God’s sake, thrust him downstairs. I cannot endure such
a fustian rascal.
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DOLL TEARSHEET For God’s sake, thrust him downstairs. I cannot endure such
a fustian rascal.
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PISTOL “Thrust him downstairs”? Know we not Galloway nags?
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PISTOL “Thrust him downstairs”? Know we not Galloway nags?
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FALSTAFF Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groat shilling. Nay,
an he do nothing but speak nothing, he shall be nothing here.
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FALSTAFF Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groat shilling. Nay,
an he do nothing but speak nothing, he shall be nothing here.
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BARDOLPH 160 Come, get you downstairs.
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BARDOLPH Come, get you downstairs.
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PISTOL What! shall we have incision? Shall we imbrue? (snatches up his sword) Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful
days. Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds
untwine the Sisters Three. Come, Atropos, I say.
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PISTOL What! shall we have incision? Shall we imbrue? (snatches up his sword) Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful
days. Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds
untwine the Sisters Three. Come, Atropos, I say.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 165 Here’s goodly stuff toward!
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Here’s goodly stuff toward!
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FALSTAFF Give me my rapier, boy.
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FALSTAFF Give me my rapier, boy.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee do not draw.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee do not draw.
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FALSTAFF Get you downstairs. (drawing and driving PISTO out)
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FALSTAFF Get you downstairs. (drawing and driving PISTO out)
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Here’s a goodly tumult. I’ll forswear keeping house afore
170 I’ll be in these tirrits and frights. So, murder, I warrant now.
Alas, alas, put up your naked weapons, put up your naked
weapons.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Here’s a goodly tumult. I’ll forswear keeping house afore
I’ll be in these tirrits and frights. So, murder, I warrant now.
Alas, alas, put up your naked weapons, put up your naked
weapons.
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Exeunt PISTOL pursued by BARDOLPH
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Exeunt PISTOL pursued by BARDOLPH
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DOLL TEARSHEET I pray thee, Jack, be quiet. The rascal’s gone. Ah, you
whoreson little valiant villain, you.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I pray thee, Jack, be quiet. The rascal’s gone. Ah, you
whoreson little valiant villain, you.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 175 Are you not hurt i' the groin? Methought he made a shrewd thrust at your belly.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Are you not hurt i' the groin? Methought he made a shrewd thrust at your belly.
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Enter BARDOLPH
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Enter BARDOLPH
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FALSTAFF Have you turned him out o' doors?
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FALSTAFF Have you turned him out o' doors?
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BARDOLPH Yea, sir. The rascal’s drunk. You have hurt him, sir, i' the shoulder.
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BARDOLPH Yea, sir. The rascal’s drunk. You have hurt him, sir, i' the shoulder.
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FALSTAFF A rascal to brave me!
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FALSTAFF A rascal to brave me!
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DOLL TEARSHEET Ah, you sweet little rogue, you. Alas, poor ape, how thou
180 sweat’st! Come, let me wipe thy face. Come on, you
whoreson chops. Ah, rogue, i' faith, I love thee. Thou art as
valorous as Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon, and
ten times better than the Nine Worthies. Ah, villain!
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DOLL TEARSHEET Ah, you sweet little rogue, you. Alas, poor ape, how thou
sweat’st! Come, let me wipe thy face. Come on, you
whoreson chops. Ah, rogue, i' faith, I love thee. Thou art as
valorous as Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon, and
ten times better than the Nine Worthies. Ah, villain!
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FALSTAFF Ah, rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket.
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FALSTAFF Ah, rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket.
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DOLL TEARSHEET 185 Do, an thou darest for thy heart. An thou dost, I’ll canvass
thee between a pair of sheets.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Do, an thou darest for thy heart. An thou dost, I’ll canvass
thee between a pair of sheets.
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Enter musicians
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Enter musicians
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PAGE The music is come, sir.
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PAGE The music is come, sir.
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FALSTAFF Let them play.—Play, sirs.—Sit on my knee, Doll. A rascal
bragging slave! The rogue fled from me like quicksilver.
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FALSTAFF Let them play.—Play, sirs.—Sit on my knee, Doll. A rascal
bragging slave! The rogue fled from me like quicksilver.
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DOLL TEARSHEET 190 I' faith, and thou followed’st him like a church. Thou
whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig, when wilt thou
leave fighting a-days and foining a-nights and begin to patch
up thine old body for heaven?
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DOLL TEARSHEET I' faith, and thou followed’st him like a church. Thou
whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig, when wilt thou
leave fighting a-days and foining a-nights and begin to patch
up thine old body for heaven?
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Enter, behind, PRINCE HENRY and POINS , disguised as drawers
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Enter, behind, PRINCE HENRY and POINS , disguised as drawers
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FALSTAFF Peace, good Doll. Do not speak like a death’s-head; do not bid
195 me remember mine end.
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FALSTAFF Peace, good Doll. Do not speak like a death’s-head; do not bid
me remember mine end.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Sirrah, what humor’s the Prince of?
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DOLL TEARSHEET Sirrah, what humor’s the Prince of?
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FALSTAFF A good shallow young fellow, he would have made a good
pantler; he would a' chipped bread well.
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FALSTAFF A good shallow young fellow, he would have made a good
pantler; he would a' chipped bread well.
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DOLL TEARSHEET They say Poins has a good wit.
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DOLL TEARSHEET They say Poins has a good wit.
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FALSTAFF 200 He a good wit? Hang him, baboon. His wit’s as thick as
Tewksbury mustard. There’s no more conceit in him than is
in a mallet.
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FALSTAFF He a good wit? Hang him, baboon. His wit’s as thick as
Tewksbury mustard. There’s no more conceit in him than is
in a mallet.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Why does the Prince love him so then?
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DOLL TEARSHEET Why does the Prince love him so then?
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FALSTAFF Because their legs are both of a bigness, and he plays at
205 quoits well, and eats conger and fennel, and drinks off
candles' ends for flap-dragons, and rides the wild mare with
the boys, and jumps upon joint stools, and swears with a
good grace, and wears his boots very smooth, like unto the
sign of the Leg, and breeds no bate with telling of discreet
210 stories, and such other gambol faculties he has that show a
weak mind and an able body, for the which the Prince admits
him; for the Prince himself is such another. The weight of a
hair will turn the scales between their avoirdupois.
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FALSTAFF Because their legs are both of a bigness, and he plays at
quoits well, and eats conger and fennel, and drinks off
candles' ends for flap-dragons, and rides the wild mare with
the boys, and jumps upon joint stools, and swears with a
good grace, and wears his boots very smooth, like unto the
sign of the Leg, and breeds no bate with telling of discreet
stories, and such other gambol faculties he has that show a
weak mind and an able body, for the which the Prince admits
him; for the Prince himself is such another. The weight of a
hair will turn the scales between their avoirdupois.
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PRINCE HENRY (to POINS) Would not this nave of a wheel have his ears cut off?
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PRINCE HENRY (to POINS) Would not this nave of a wheel have his ears cut off?
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POINS 215 Let’s beat him before his whore.
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POINS Let’s beat him before his whore.
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PRINCE HENRY Look whe'er the withered elder hath not his poll clawed like
a parrot.
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PRINCE HENRY Look whe'er the withered elder hath not his poll clawed like
a parrot.
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POINS Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive
performance?
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POINS Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive
performance?
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FALSTAFF 220 Kiss me, Doll.
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FALSTAFF Kiss me, Doll.
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PRINCE HENRY Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction! What says th'
almanac to that?
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PRINCE HENRY Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction! What says th'
almanac to that?
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POINS And look whether the fiery trigon, his man, be not lisping to
his master’s old tables, his notebook, his counsel keeper.
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POINS And look whether the fiery trigon, his man, be not lisping to
his master’s old tables, his notebook, his counsel keeper.
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DOLL TEARSHEET By my troth, I kiss thee with a most constant heart.
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DOLL TEARSHEET By my troth, I kiss thee with a most constant heart.
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FALSTAFF I am old, I am old.
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FALSTAFF I am old, I am old.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young boy of them
all.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young boy of them
all.
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FALSTAFF 230 What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receive money o'
Thursday; shalt have a cap tomorrow. A merry song! Come,
it grows late. We’ll to bed. Thou 'lt forget me when I am
gone.
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FALSTAFF What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receive money o'
Thursday; shalt have a cap tomorrow. A merry song! Come,
it grows late. We’ll to bed. Thou 'lt forget me when I am
gone.
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DOLL TEARSHEET By my troth, thou 'lt set me a-weeping an thou sayest so.
235 Prove that ever I dress myself handsome till thy return. Well,
harken a' th' end.
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DOLL TEARSHEET By my troth, thou 'lt set me a-weeping an thou sayest so.
Prove that ever I dress myself handsome till thy return. Well,
harken a' th' end.
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FALSTAFF Some sack, Francis.
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FALSTAFF Some sack, Francis.
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PRINCE HENRY AND POINS Anon, anon, sir.
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PRINCE HENRY AND POINS Anon, anon, sir.
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Coming forward
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Coming forward
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FALSTAFF Ha? A bastard son of the King’s?—And art not thou
240 Poins his brother?
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FALSTAFF Ha? A bastard son of the King’s?—And art not thou
Poins his brother?
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PRINCE HENRY Why, thou globe of sinful continents, what a life dost thou
lead?
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PRINCE HENRY Why, thou globe of sinful continents, what a life dost thou
lead?
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FALSTAFF A better than thou. I am a gentleman. Thou art a drawer.
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FALSTAFF A better than thou. I am a gentleman. Thou art a drawer.
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PRINCE HENRY Very true, sir, and I come to draw you out by the ears.
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PRINCE HENRY Very true, sir, and I come to draw you out by the ears.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 245 O, the Lord 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?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O, the Lord 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?
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FALSTAFF Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, (indicating
DOLL) by this light flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome.
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FALSTAFF Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, (indicating
DOLL) by this light flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome.
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DOLL TEARSHEET 250 How? You fat fool, I scorn you.
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DOLL TEARSHEET How? You fat fool, I scorn you.
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POINS My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge and turn all
to a merriment, if you take not the heat.
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POINS My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge and turn all
to a merriment, if you take not the heat.
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PRINCE HENRY You whoreson candle-mine, you how vilely did you speak of
me even now before this honest, virtuous, civil
255 gentlewoman!
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PRINCE HENRY You whoreson candle-mine, you how vilely did you speak of
me even now before this honest, virtuous, civil
gentlewoman!
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MISTRESS QUICKLY God’s blessing of your good heart, and so she is, by my troth.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY God’s blessing of your good heart, and so she is, by my troth.
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FALSTAFF Didst thou hear me?
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FALSTAFF Didst thou hear me?
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PRINCE HENRY 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
260 purpose to try my patience.
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PRINCE HENRY 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.
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FALSTAFF No, no, no; not so. I did not think thou wast within hearing.
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FALSTAFF No, no, no; not so. I did not think thou wast within hearing.
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PRINCE HENRY I shall drive you, then, to confess the wilfull abuse, and then
I know how to handle you.
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PRINCE HENRY I shall drive you, then, to confess the wilfull abuse, and then
I know how to handle you.
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FALSTAFF No abuse, Hal, o' mine honor, no abuse.
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FALSTAFF No abuse, Hal, o' mine honor, no abuse.
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PRINCE HENRY 265 Not to dispraise me and call me pantier and bread-chipper
and I know not what?
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PRINCE HENRY Not to dispraise me and call me pantier and bread-chipper
and I know not what?
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FALSTAFF No abuse, Hal.
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FALSTAFF No abuse, Hal.
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POINS No abuse?
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POINS No abuse?
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FALSTAFF No abuse, Ned, i' th' world, honest Ned, none. I dispraised
270 him before the wicked, that the wicked might not fall in love
with thee; 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.
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FALSTAFF No abuse, Ned, i' th' world, honest Ned, none. I dispraised
him before the wicked, that the wicked might not fall in love
with thee; 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.
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PRINCE HENRY See now whether pure fear and entire cowardice doth not
275 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?
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PRINCE HENRY 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?
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POINS Answer, thou dead elm, answer.
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POINS Answer, thou dead elm, answer.
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FALSTAFF 280 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.
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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.
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PRINCE HENRY For the women?
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PRINCE HENRY For the women?
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FALSTAFF 285 For one of them, she’s in hell already and burns poor souls.
For the other, I owe her money, and whether she be damned
for that I know not.
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FALSTAFF For one of them, she’s in hell already and burns poor souls.
For the other, I owe her money, and whether she be damned
for that I know not.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY No, I warrant you.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY No, I warrant you.
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FALSTAFF No, I think thou art not; I think thou art quit for that. Marry,
290 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.
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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.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY All vitlars do so. What’s a joint of mutton or two in a whole
Lent?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY All vitlars do so. What’s a joint of mutton or two in a whole
Lent?
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PRINCE HENRY 295 You, gentlewoman.
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PRINCE HENRY You, gentlewoman.
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DOLL TEARSHEET What says your Grace?
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DOLL TEARSHEET What says your Grace?
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FALSTAFF His grace says that which his flesh rebels against.
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FALSTAFF His grace says that which his flesh rebels against.
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Knocking within
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Knocking within
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Who knocks so loud at door? Look to th' door there, Francis.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Who knocks so loud at door? Look to th' door there, Francis.
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Enter PETO
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Enter PETO
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PRINCE HENRY Peto, how now, what news?
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PRINCE HENRY Peto, how now, what news?
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PETO 300 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,
Bareheaded, sweating, knocking at the taverns
305 And asking everyone for Sir John Falstaff.
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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,
Bareheaded, sweating, knocking at the taverns
And asking everyone for Sir John Falstaff.
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PRINCE HENRY 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
310 And drop upon our bare unarmèd heads.—
Give me my sword and cloak.—Falstaff, good night.
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PRINCE HENRY 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 unarmèd heads.—
Give me my sword and cloak.—Falstaff, good night.
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Exeunt PRINCE HENRY , POINS , PETO and BARDOLPH
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Exeunt PRINCE HENRY , POINS , PETO and BARDOLPH
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FALSTAFF Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence and leave it unpicked.
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FALSTAFF Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence and leave it unpicked.
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Knocking within
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Knocking within
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More knocking at the door?
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More knocking at the door?
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Enter BARDOLPH
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Enter BARDOLPH
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How now, what’s the matter?
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How now, what’s the matter?
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BARDOLPH 315 You must away to court, sir, presently.
A dozen captains stay at door for you.
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BARDOLPH You must away to court, sir, presently.
A dozen captains stay at door for you.
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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
320 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.
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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.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I cannot speak. If my heart be not ready to burst—well,
sweet Jack, have a care of thyself.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I cannot speak. If my heart be not ready to burst—well,
sweet Jack, have a care of thyself.
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FALSTAFF 325 Farewell, farewell.
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FALSTAFF Farewell, farewell.
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Exeunt FALSTAFF , BARDOLPH , PAGE , and musicians
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Exeunt FALSTAFF , BARDOLPH , PAGE , and musicians
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 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.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 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.
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BARDOLPH (within) Mistress Tearsheet!
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BARDOLPH (within) Mistress Tearsheet!
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 330 What’s the matter?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY What’s the matter?
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BARDOLPH (within) Bid Mistress Tearsheet come to my master.
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BARDOLPH (within) Bid Mistress Tearsheet come to my master.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O, run, Doll, run, run, good Doll. Come.—She comes
blubbered.—Yea! Will you come, Doll?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O, run, Doll, run, run, good Doll. Come.—She comes
blubbered.—Yea! Will you come, Doll?
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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Enter two DRAWERS
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Enter two DRAWERS
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FRANCIS What the devil hast thou brought there—applejohns? Thou
knowest Sir John cannot endure an applejohn.
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FRANCIS What the devil hast thou brought there—applejohns? Thou
knowest Sir John cannot endure an applejohn.
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SECOND DRAWER Mass, thou sayest true. The Prince once set a dish of
applejohns before him and told him there were five more Sir
5 Johns and, putting off his hat, said “I will now take my leave
of these six dry, round, old, withered knights.” It angered
him to the heart. But he hath forgot that.
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SECOND DRAWER Mass, thou sayest true. The Prince once set a dish of
applejohns before him and told 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, withered knights.” It angered
him to the heart. But he hath forgot that.
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FRANCIS Why then, cover, and set them down, and see if thou canst
find out Sneak’s noise. Mistress Tearsheet would fain hear
10 some music.
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FRANCIS Why then, cover, and set them down, and see if thou canst
find out Sneak’s noise. Mistress Tearsheet would fain hear
some music.
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Enter THIRD DRAWER
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Enter THIRD DRAWER
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THIRD DRAWER Dispatch: the room where they supped is too hot. They’ll
come in straight.
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THIRD DRAWER Dispatch: the room where they supped is too hot. They’ll
come in straight.
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FRANCIS Sirrah, here will be the Prince and Master Poins anon, and
they will put on two of our jerkins and aprons, and Sir John
15 must not know of it. Bardolph hath brought word.
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FRANCIS 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 of it. Bardolph hath brought word.
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THIRD DRAWER By the Mass, here will be old utis. It will be an excellent
stratagem.
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THIRD DRAWER By the Mass, here will be old utis. It will be an excellent
stratagem.
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SECOND DRAWER I’ll see if I can find out Sneak.
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SECOND DRAWER I’ll see if I can find out Sneak.
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FRANCIS and THE DRAWERS exit
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FRANCIS and THE DRAWERS exit
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Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET
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Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET
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MISTRESS QUICKLY I' faith, sweetheart, methinks now you are in an excellent
20 good temperality. Your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as
heart would desire, and your color, I warrant you, is as red
as any rose, in good truth, la. But, i' faith, you have drunk
too much canaries, and that’s a marvellous searching wine,
and it perfumes the blood ere one can say “What’s this?”
25 How do you now?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY I' faith, sweetheart, methinks now you are in an excellent
good temperality. Your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as
heart would desire, and your color, I warrant you, is as red
as any rose, in good truth, la. But, i' faith, you have drunk
too much canaries, and that’s a marvellous searching wine,
and it perfumes the blood ere one can say “What’s this?”
How do you now?
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DOLL TEARSHEET Better than I was. Hem.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Better than I was. Hem.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Why, that’s well said. A good heart’s worth gold.
Lo, here comes Sir John.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Why, that’s well said. A good heart’s worth gold.
Lo, here comes Sir John.
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Enter FALSTAFF
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Enter FALSTAFF
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FALSTAFF (sings) When Arthur first in court—Empty the jordan.
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FALSTAFF (sings) When Arthur first in court—Empty the jordan.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Sick of a calm, yea, good faith.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Sick of a calm, yea, good faith.
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FALSTAFF So is all her sect. An they be once in a calm, they are sick.
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FALSTAFF So is all her sect. An they be once in a calm, they are sick.
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DOLL TEARSHEET A pox damn you, muddy rascal. Is that all the comfort you
give me?
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DOLL TEARSHEET A pox damn you, muddy rascal. Is that all the comfort you
give me?
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FALSTAFF 35 You make fat rascals, Mistress Doll.
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FALSTAFF You make fat rascals, Mistress Doll.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I make them? Gluttony and diseases make them; I make
them not.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I make them? Gluttony and diseases make them; I make
them not.
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FALSTAFF 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
40 that, my poor virtue, grant that.
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FALSTAFF 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.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Yea, joy, our chains and our jewels.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Yea, joy, our chains and our jewels.
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FALSTAFF Your broaches, pearls, and ouches—for to serve bravely is
to come halting off, you know; to come off the breach with
his pike bent bravely, and to surgery bravely, to venture upon
45 the charged chambers bravely—
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FALSTAFF Your broaches, pearls, and ouches—for to serve bravely is
to come halting off, you know; to come off the breach with
his pike bent bravely, and to surgery bravely, to venture upon
the charged chambers bravely—
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DOLL TEARSHEET Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself!
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DOLL TEARSHEET Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself!
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MISTRESS QUICKLY By my troth, this is the old fashion. You two never meet but
you fall to some discord. You are both, i' good truth, as
rheumatic as two dry toasts. You cannot one bear with
50 another’s confirmities. What the good-year! One must bear,
and that must be you. You are the weaker vessel, as they say,
the emptier vessel.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY By my troth, this is the old fashion. You two never meet but
you fall to some discord. You are both, i' good truth, as
rheumatic as two dry toasts. You cannot one bear with
another’s confirmities. What the good-year! One must bear,
and that must be you. You are the weaker vessel, as they say,
the emptier vessel.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogshead?
There’s a whole merchant’s venture of Bourdeaux stuff in
55 him. You have not seen a hulk better stuffed in the hold. —
ome, I’ll be friends with thee, Jack. Thou art going to the
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DOLL TEARSHEET 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 hulk better stuffed in the hold. —
ome, I’ll be friends with thee, Jack. Thou art going to the
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wars, and whether I shall ever see thee again or no, there is
nobody cares.
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wars, and whether I shall ever see thee again or no, there is
nobody cares.
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Enter FIRST DRAWER
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Enter FIRST DRAWER
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FIRST DRAWER Sir, Ancient Pistol’s below and would speak with
60 you.
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FIRST DRAWER Sir, Ancient Pistol’s below and would speak with
you.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Hang him, swaggering rascal! Let him not come hither. It is
the foul-mouthed’st rogue in England.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Hang him, swaggering rascal! Let him not come hither. It is
the foul-mouthed’st rogue in England.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY If he swagger, let him not come here. No, by my faith, I must
live among my neighbors. I’ll no swaggerers: I am in good
65 name and fame with the very best. Shut the door. There
comes no swaggerers here. I have not lived all this while to
have swaggering now. Shut the door, I pray you.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY If he swagger, let him not come here. No, by my faith, I must
live among my neighbors. 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 lived all this while to
have swaggering now. Shut the door, I pray you.
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FALSTAFF Dost thou hear, hostess?
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FALSTAFF Dost thou hear, hostess?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Pray you pacify yourself, Sir John. There comes no swaggerers
70 here.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Pray you pacify yourself, Sir John. There comes no swaggerers
here.
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FALSTAFF Dost thou hear? It is mine ancient.
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FALSTAFF Dost thou hear? It is mine ancient.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Tilly-vally, Sir John, ne'er tell me. And your ancient
swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before Master
Tisick, the debuty t' other day, and, as he said to me—’twas
75 no longer ago than Wednesday last, i' good faith—
“Neighbour Quickly,” says he—Master Dumb, our minister,
was by then—“Neighbour Quickly,” says he, “receive those
that are civil, for,” said he, “you are in an ill name.” Now he
said so, I can tell whereupon. “For,” says he, “you are an
80 honest woman, and well thought on. Therefore take heed
what guests you receive. Receive,” says he, “no swaggering
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Tilly-vally, Sir John, ne'er tell me. And your ancient
swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before Master
Tisick, the debuty t' other day, and, as he said to me—’twas
no longer ago than Wednesday last, i' good faith—
“Neighbour Quickly,” says he—Master Dumb, our minister,
was by then—“Neighbour Quickly,” says he, “receive those
that are civil, for,” said he, “you are in an ill name.” Now he
said so, 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
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companions.” There comes none here. You would bless you
to hear what he said. No, I’ll no swaggerers.
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companions.” There comes none here. You would bless you
to hear what he said. No, I’ll no swaggerers.
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FALSTAFF He’s no swaggerer, hostess, a tame cheater, i' faith. You may
85 stroke him as gently as a puppy greyhound. He’ll not
swagger with a Barbary hen if her feathers turn back in any
show of resistance.—Call him up, drawer.
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FALSTAFF He’s no swaggerer, hostess, a tame cheater, i' faith. You may
stroke him as gently as a puppy greyhound. He’ll not
swagger with a Barbary hen if her feathers turn back in any
show of resistance.—Call him up, drawer.
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Exit FIRST DRAWER
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Exit FIRST DRAWER
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MISTRESS QUICKLY “Cheater,” call you him? I will bar no honest man my house,
nor no cheater, but I do not love swaggering. By my troth,
90 I am the worse when one says “swagger.” Feel, masters, how
I shake; look you, I warrant you.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY “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.
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DOLL TEARSHEET So you do, hostess.
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DOLL TEARSHEET So you do, hostess.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Do I? Yea, in very truth, do I, an ’twere an aspen leaf. I
cannot abide swaggerers.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Do I? Yea, in very truth, do I, an ’twere an aspen leaf. I
cannot abide swaggerers.
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Enter PISTOL , BARDOLPH , and the PAGE
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Enter PISTOL , BARDOLPH , and the PAGE
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PISTOL 95 God save you, Sir John.
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PISTOL God save you, Sir John.
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FALSTAFF Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge you with a
cup of sack. Do you discharge upon mine hostess.
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FALSTAFF Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge you with a
cup of sack. Do you discharge upon mine hostess.
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PISTOL I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.
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PISTOL I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.
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FALSTAFF She is pistol-proof. Sir, you shall not hardly offend her.
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FALSTAFF She is pistol-proof. Sir, you shall not hardly offend her.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 100 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.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 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.
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PISTOL Then to you, Mistress Dorothy! I will charge you.
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PISTOL Then to you, Mistress Dorothy! I will charge you.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What, you poor,
base, rascally, cheating lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy
105 rogue, away! I am meat for your master.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What, you poor,
base, rascally, cheating lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy
rogue, away! I am meat for your master.
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PISTOL I know you, Mistress Dorothy.
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PISTOL I know you, Mistress Dorothy.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Away, you cutpurse rascal, you filthy bung, away! By this
wine, I’ll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps an you play
the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal, you
110 basket-hilt stale juggler, you. Since when, I pray you, sir?
God’s light, with two points on your shoulder? Much!
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DOLL TEARSHEET Away, you cutpurse rascal, you filthy bung, away! By this
wine, I’ll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps an you play
the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal, you
basket-hilt stale juggler, you. Since when, I pray you, sir?
God’s light, with two points on your shoulder? Much!
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PISTOL God let me not live, but I will murder your ruff for this.
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PISTOL God let me not live, but I will murder your ruff for this.
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FALSTAFF No more, Pistol. I would not have you go off here. Discharge
yourself of our company, Pistol.
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FALSTAFF No more, Pistol. I would not have you go off here. Discharge
yourself of our company, Pistol.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 115 No, good Captain Pistol, not here, sweet captain.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY No, good Captain Pistol, not here, sweet captain.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Captain? Thou abominable damned cheater, art thou not
ashamed to be called captain? An captains were of my mind,
they would truncheon you out for taking their names upon
you before you have earned them. You a captain? You slave,
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DOLL TEARSHEET Captain? Thou abominable damned cheater, art thou not
ashamed to be called captain? An captains were of my mind,
they would truncheon you out for taking their names upon
you before you have earned them. You a captain? You slave,
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120 for what? For tearing a poor whore’s ruff in a bawdy house?
He a captain! Hang him, rogue. He lives upon mouldy
stewed prunes and dried cakes. A captain? God’s light, these
villains will make the word as odious as the word “occupy,”
which was an excellent good word before it was ill sorted.
125 Therefore captains had need look to ’t.
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for what? For tearing a poor whore’s ruff in a bawdy house?
He a captain! Hang him, rogue. He lives upon mouldy
stewed prunes and dried cakes. A captain? God’s light, these
villains will make the word as odious as the word “occupy,”
which was an excellent good word before it was ill sorted.
Therefore captains had need look to ’t.
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BARDOLPH Pray thee go down, good ancient.
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BARDOLPH Pray thee go down, good ancient.
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FALSTAFF Hark thee hither, Mistress Doll.
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FALSTAFF Hark thee hither, Mistress Doll.
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PISTOL Not I. I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could tear her.
I’ll be revenged of her.
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PISTOL Not I. I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could tear her.
I’ll be revenged of her.
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PAGE 130 Pray thee go down.
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PAGE Pray thee go down.
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PISTOL I’ll see her damned first to Pluto’s damnèd lake, by this
hand, to th' infernal deep with Erebus and tortures vile also.
Hold hook and line, say I. Down, down, dogs! Down, Fates!
Have we not Hiren here?
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PISTOL I’ll see her damned first to Pluto’s damnèd lake, by this
hand, to th' infernal deep with Erebus and tortures vile also.
Hold hook and line, say I. Down, down, dogs! Down, Fates!
Have we not Hiren here?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 135 Good Captain Peesell, be quiet. 'Tis very late, i' faith. I
beseek you now, aggravate your choler.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Good Captain Peesell, be quiet. 'Tis very late, i' faith. I
beseek you now, aggravate your choler.
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PISTOL These be good humors indeed. Shall pack-horses
And hollow pampered jades of Asia, which cannot go but
thirty mile a day,
Compare with Caesars and with cannibals, and Troyant
Greeks? Nay, rather damn them with King
Cerberus, and let the welkin roar. Shall we fall foul
for toys?
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PISTOL These be good humors indeed. Shall pack-horses
And hollow pampered jades of Asia, which cannot go but
thirty mile a day,
Compare with Caesars and with cannibals, and Troyant
Greeks? Nay, rather damn them with King
Cerberus, and let the welkin roar. Shall we fall foul
for toys?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 140 By my troth, captain, these are very bitter words.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY By my troth, captain, these are very bitter words.
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BARDOLPH Begone, good ancient. This will grow to a brawl anon.
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BARDOLPH Begone, good ancient. This will grow to a brawl anon.
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PISTOL Die men like dogs! Give crowns like pins! Have we not
Hiren here?
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PISTOL Die men like dogs! Give crowns like pins! Have we not
Hiren here?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O' my word, captain, there’s none such here. What the good-
145 year, do you think I would deny her? For God’s sake, be
quiet.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O' my word, captain, there’s none such here. What the good-
year, do you think I would deny her? For God’s sake, be
quiet.
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PISTOL Then feed and be fat, my fair Calipolis. Come, give ’s some
sack. Si fortune me tormente, sperato me contento. Fear we
broadsides? No, let the fiend give fire. Give me some sack,
150 and, sweetheart, lie thou there. (lays down his sword) Come
we to full points here? And are etceteras nothing?
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PISTOL Then feed and be fat, my fair Calipolis. Come, give ’s some
sack. Si fortune me tormente, sperato me contento. Fear we
broadsides? No, let the fiend give fire. Give me some sack,
and, sweetheart, lie thou there. (lays down his sword) Come
we to full points here? And are etceteras nothing?
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FALSTAFF Pistol, I would be quiet.
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FALSTAFF Pistol, I would be quiet.
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PISTOL Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf. What, we have seen the seven
stars.
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PISTOL Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf. What, we have seen the seven
stars.
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DOLL TEARSHEET 155 For God’s sake, thrust him downstairs. I cannot endure such
a fustian rascal.
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DOLL TEARSHEET For God’s sake, thrust him downstairs. I cannot endure such
a fustian rascal.
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PISTOL “Thrust him downstairs”? Know we not Galloway nags?
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PISTOL “Thrust him downstairs”? Know we not Galloway nags?
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FALSTAFF Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groat shilling. Nay,
an he do nothing but speak nothing, he shall be nothing here.
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FALSTAFF Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groat shilling. Nay,
an he do nothing but speak nothing, he shall be nothing here.
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BARDOLPH 160 Come, get you downstairs.
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BARDOLPH Come, get you downstairs.
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PISTOL What! shall we have incision? Shall we imbrue? (snatches up his sword) Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful
days. Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds
untwine the Sisters Three. Come, Atropos, I say.
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PISTOL What! shall we have incision? Shall we imbrue? (snatches up his sword) Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful
days. Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds
untwine the Sisters Three. Come, Atropos, I say.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 165 Here’s goodly stuff toward!
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Here’s goodly stuff toward!
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FALSTAFF Give me my rapier, boy.
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FALSTAFF Give me my rapier, boy.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee do not draw.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee do not draw.
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FALSTAFF Get you downstairs. (drawing and driving PISTO out)
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FALSTAFF Get you downstairs. (drawing and driving PISTO out)
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Here’s a goodly tumult. I’ll forswear keeping house afore
170 I’ll be in these tirrits and frights. So, murder, I warrant now.
Alas, alas, put up your naked weapons, put up your naked
weapons.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Here’s a goodly tumult. I’ll forswear keeping house afore
I’ll be in these tirrits and frights. So, murder, I warrant now.
Alas, alas, put up your naked weapons, put up your naked
weapons.
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Exeunt PISTOL pursued by BARDOLPH
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Exeunt PISTOL pursued by BARDOLPH
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DOLL TEARSHEET I pray thee, Jack, be quiet. The rascal’s gone. Ah, you
whoreson little valiant villain, you.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I pray thee, Jack, be quiet. The rascal’s gone. Ah, you
whoreson little valiant villain, you.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 175 Are you not hurt i' the groin? Methought he made a shrewd thrust at your belly.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Are you not hurt i' the groin? Methought he made a shrewd thrust at your belly.
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Enter BARDOLPH
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Enter BARDOLPH
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FALSTAFF Have you turned him out o' doors?
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FALSTAFF Have you turned him out o' doors?
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BARDOLPH Yea, sir. The rascal’s drunk. You have hurt him, sir, i' the shoulder.
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BARDOLPH Yea, sir. The rascal’s drunk. You have hurt him, sir, i' the shoulder.
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FALSTAFF A rascal to brave me!
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FALSTAFF A rascal to brave me!
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DOLL TEARSHEET Ah, you sweet little rogue, you. Alas, poor ape, how thou
180 sweat’st! Come, let me wipe thy face. Come on, you
whoreson chops. Ah, rogue, i' faith, I love thee. Thou art as
valorous as Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon, and
ten times better than the Nine Worthies. Ah, villain!
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DOLL TEARSHEET Ah, you sweet little rogue, you. Alas, poor ape, how thou
sweat’st! Come, let me wipe thy face. Come on, you
whoreson chops. Ah, rogue, i' faith, I love thee. Thou art as
valorous as Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon, and
ten times better than the Nine Worthies. Ah, villain!
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FALSTAFF Ah, rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket.
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FALSTAFF Ah, rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket.
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DOLL TEARSHEET 185 Do, an thou darest for thy heart. An thou dost, I’ll canvass
thee between a pair of sheets.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Do, an thou darest for thy heart. An thou dost, I’ll canvass
thee between a pair of sheets.
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Enter musicians
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Enter musicians
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PAGE The music is come, sir.
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PAGE The music is come, sir.
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FALSTAFF Let them play.—Play, sirs.—Sit on my knee, Doll. A rascal
bragging slave! The rogue fled from me like quicksilver.
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FALSTAFF Let them play.—Play, sirs.—Sit on my knee, Doll. A rascal
bragging slave! The rogue fled from me like quicksilver.
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DOLL TEARSHEET 190 I' faith, and thou followed’st him like a church. Thou
whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig, when wilt thou
leave fighting a-days and foining a-nights and begin to patch
up thine old body for heaven?
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DOLL TEARSHEET I' faith, and thou followed’st him like a church. Thou
whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig, when wilt thou
leave fighting a-days and foining a-nights and begin to patch
up thine old body for heaven?
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Enter, behind, PRINCE HENRY and POINS , disguised as drawers
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Enter, behind, PRINCE HENRY and POINS , disguised as drawers
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FALSTAFF Peace, good Doll. Do not speak like a death’s-head; do not bid
195 me remember mine end.
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FALSTAFF Peace, good Doll. Do not speak like a death’s-head; do not bid
me remember mine end.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Sirrah, what humor’s the Prince of?
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DOLL TEARSHEET Sirrah, what humor’s the Prince of?
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FALSTAFF A good shallow young fellow, he would have made a good
pantler; he would a' chipped bread well.
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FALSTAFF A good shallow young fellow, he would have made a good
pantler; he would a' chipped bread well.
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DOLL TEARSHEET They say Poins has a good wit.
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DOLL TEARSHEET They say Poins has a good wit.
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FALSTAFF 200 He a good wit? Hang him, baboon. His wit’s as thick as
Tewksbury mustard. There’s no more conceit in him than is
in a mallet.
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FALSTAFF He a good wit? Hang him, baboon. His wit’s as thick as
Tewksbury mustard. There’s no more conceit in him than is
in a mallet.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Why does the Prince love him so then?
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DOLL TEARSHEET Why does the Prince love him so then?
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FALSTAFF Because their legs are both of a bigness, and he plays at
205 quoits well, and eats conger and fennel, and drinks off
candles' ends for flap-dragons, and rides the wild mare with
the boys, and jumps upon joint stools, and swears with a
good grace, and wears his boots very smooth, like unto the
sign of the Leg, and breeds no bate with telling of discreet
210 stories, and such other gambol faculties he has that show a
weak mind and an able body, for the which the Prince admits
him; for the Prince himself is such another. The weight of a
hair will turn the scales between their avoirdupois.
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FALSTAFF Because their legs are both of a bigness, and he plays at
quoits well, and eats conger and fennel, and drinks off
candles' ends for flap-dragons, and rides the wild mare with
the boys, and jumps upon joint stools, and swears with a
good grace, and wears his boots very smooth, like unto the
sign of the Leg, and breeds no bate with telling of discreet
stories, and such other gambol faculties he has that show a
weak mind and an able body, for the which the Prince admits
him; for the Prince himself is such another. The weight of a
hair will turn the scales between their avoirdupois.
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PRINCE HENRY (to POINS) Would not this nave of a wheel have his ears cut off?
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PRINCE HENRY (to POINS) Would not this nave of a wheel have his ears cut off?
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POINS 215 Let’s beat him before his whore.
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POINS Let’s beat him before his whore.
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PRINCE HENRY Look whe'er the withered elder hath not his poll clawed like
a parrot.
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PRINCE HENRY Look whe'er the withered elder hath not his poll clawed like
a parrot.
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POINS Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive
performance?
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POINS Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive
performance?
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FALSTAFF 220 Kiss me, Doll.
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FALSTAFF Kiss me, Doll.
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PRINCE HENRY Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction! What says th'
almanac to that?
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PRINCE HENRY Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction! What says th'
almanac to that?
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POINS And look whether the fiery trigon, his man, be not lisping to
his master’s old tables, his notebook, his counsel keeper.
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POINS And look whether the fiery trigon, his man, be not lisping to
his master’s old tables, his notebook, his counsel keeper.
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DOLL TEARSHEET By my troth, I kiss thee with a most constant heart.
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DOLL TEARSHEET By my troth, I kiss thee with a most constant heart.
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FALSTAFF I am old, I am old.
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FALSTAFF I am old, I am old.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young boy of them
all.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young boy of them
all.
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FALSTAFF 230 What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receive money o'
Thursday; shalt have a cap tomorrow. A merry song! Come,
it grows late. We’ll to bed. Thou 'lt forget me when I am
gone.
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FALSTAFF What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receive money o'
Thursday; shalt have a cap tomorrow. A merry song! Come,
it grows late. We’ll to bed. Thou 'lt forget me when I am
gone.
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DOLL TEARSHEET By my troth, thou 'lt set me a-weeping an thou sayest so.
235 Prove that ever I dress myself handsome till thy return. Well,
harken a' th' end.
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DOLL TEARSHEET By my troth, thou 'lt set me a-weeping an thou sayest so.
Prove that ever I dress myself handsome till thy return. Well,
harken a' th' end.
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FALSTAFF Some sack, Francis.
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FALSTAFF Some sack, Francis.
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PRINCE HENRY AND POINS Anon, anon, sir.
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PRINCE HENRY AND POINS Anon, anon, sir.
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Coming forward
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Coming forward
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FALSTAFF Ha? A bastard son of the King’s?—And art not thou
240 Poins his brother?
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FALSTAFF Ha? A bastard son of the King’s?—And art not thou
Poins his brother?
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PRINCE HENRY Why, thou globe of sinful continents, what a life dost thou
lead?
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PRINCE HENRY Why, thou globe of sinful continents, what a life dost thou
lead?
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FALSTAFF A better than thou. I am a gentleman. Thou art a drawer.
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FALSTAFF A better than thou. I am a gentleman. Thou art a drawer.
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PRINCE HENRY Very true, sir, and I come to draw you out by the ears.
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PRINCE HENRY Very true, sir, and I come to draw you out by the ears.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 245 O, the Lord 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?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O, the Lord 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?
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FALSTAFF Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, (indicating
DOLL) by this light flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome.
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FALSTAFF Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, (indicating
DOLL) by this light flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome.
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DOLL TEARSHEET 250 How? You fat fool, I scorn you.
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DOLL TEARSHEET How? You fat fool, I scorn you.
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POINS My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge and turn all
to a merriment, if you take not the heat.
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POINS My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge and turn all
to a merriment, if you take not the heat.
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PRINCE HENRY You whoreson candle-mine, you how vilely did you speak of
me even now before this honest, virtuous, civil
255 gentlewoman!
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PRINCE HENRY You whoreson candle-mine, you how vilely did you speak of
me even now before this honest, virtuous, civil
gentlewoman!
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MISTRESS QUICKLY God’s blessing of your good heart, and so she is, by my troth.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY God’s blessing of your good heart, and so she is, by my troth.
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FALSTAFF Didst thou hear me?
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FALSTAFF Didst thou hear me?
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PRINCE HENRY 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
260 purpose to try my patience.
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PRINCE HENRY 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.
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FALSTAFF No, no, no; not so. I did not think thou wast within hearing.
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FALSTAFF No, no, no; not so. I did not think thou wast within hearing.
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PRINCE HENRY I shall drive you, then, to confess the wilfull abuse, and then
I know how to handle you.
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PRINCE HENRY I shall drive you, then, to confess the wilfull abuse, and then
I know how to handle you.
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FALSTAFF No abuse, Hal, o' mine honor, no abuse.
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FALSTAFF No abuse, Hal, o' mine honor, no abuse.
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PRINCE HENRY 265 Not to dispraise me and call me pantier and bread-chipper
and I know not what?
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PRINCE HENRY Not to dispraise me and call me pantier and bread-chipper
and I know not what?
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FALSTAFF No abuse, Hal.
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FALSTAFF No abuse, Hal.
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POINS No abuse?
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POINS No abuse?
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FALSTAFF No abuse, Ned, i' th' world, honest Ned, none. I dispraised
270 him before the wicked, that the wicked might not fall in love
with thee; 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.
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FALSTAFF No abuse, Ned, i' th' world, honest Ned, none. I dispraised
him before the wicked, that the wicked might not fall in love
with thee; 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.
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PRINCE HENRY See now whether pure fear and entire cowardice doth not
275 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?
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PRINCE HENRY 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?
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POINS Answer, thou dead elm, answer.
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POINS Answer, thou dead elm, answer.
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FALSTAFF 280 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.
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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.
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PRINCE HENRY For the women?
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PRINCE HENRY For the women?
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FALSTAFF 285 For one of them, she’s in hell already and burns poor souls.
For the other, I owe her money, and whether she be damned
for that I know not.
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FALSTAFF For one of them, she’s in hell already and burns poor souls.
For the other, I owe her money, and whether she be damned
for that I know not.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY No, I warrant you.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY No, I warrant you.
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FALSTAFF No, I think thou art not; I think thou art quit for that. Marry,
290 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.
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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.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY All vitlars do so. What’s a joint of mutton or two in a whole
Lent?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY All vitlars do so. What’s a joint of mutton or two in a whole
Lent?
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PRINCE HENRY 295 You, gentlewoman.
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PRINCE HENRY You, gentlewoman.
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DOLL TEARSHEET What says your Grace?
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DOLL TEARSHEET What says your Grace?
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FALSTAFF His grace says that which his flesh rebels against.
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FALSTAFF His grace says that which his flesh rebels against.
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Knocking within
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Knocking within
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Who knocks so loud at door? Look to th' door there, Francis.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Who knocks so loud at door? Look to th' door there, Francis.
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Enter PETO
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Enter PETO
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PRINCE HENRY Peto, how now, what news?
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PRINCE HENRY Peto, how now, what news?
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PETO 300 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,
Bareheaded, sweating, knocking at the taverns
305 And asking everyone for Sir John Falstaff.
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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,
Bareheaded, sweating, knocking at the taverns
And asking everyone for Sir John Falstaff.
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PRINCE HENRY 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
310 And drop upon our bare unarmèd heads.—
Give me my sword and cloak.—Falstaff, good night.
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PRINCE HENRY 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 unarmèd heads.—
Give me my sword and cloak.—Falstaff, good night.
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Exeunt PRINCE HENRY , POINS , PETO and BARDOLPH
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Exeunt PRINCE HENRY , POINS , PETO and BARDOLPH
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FALSTAFF Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence and leave it unpicked.
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FALSTAFF Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence and leave it unpicked.
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Knocking within
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Knocking within
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More knocking at the door?
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More knocking at the door?
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Enter BARDOLPH
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Enter BARDOLPH
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How now, what’s the matter?
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How now, what’s the matter?
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BARDOLPH 315 You must away to court, sir, presently.
A dozen captains stay at door for you.
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BARDOLPH You must away to court, sir, presently.
A dozen captains stay at door for you.
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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
320 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.
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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.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I cannot speak. If my heart be not ready to burst—well,
sweet Jack, have a care of thyself.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I cannot speak. If my heart be not ready to burst—well,
sweet Jack, have a care of thyself.
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FALSTAFF 325 Farewell, farewell.
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FALSTAFF Farewell, farewell.
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Exeunt FALSTAFF , BARDOLPH , PAGE , and musicians
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Exeunt FALSTAFF , BARDOLPH , PAGE , and musicians
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 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.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 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.
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BARDOLPH (within) Mistress Tearsheet!
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BARDOLPH (within) Mistress Tearsheet!
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 330 What’s the matter?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY What’s the matter?
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BARDOLPH (within) Bid Mistress Tearsheet come to my master.
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BARDOLPH (within) Bid Mistress Tearsheet come to my master.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O, run, Doll, run, run, good Doll. Come.—She comes
blubbered.—Yea! Will you come, Doll?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O, run, Doll, run, run, good Doll. Come.—She comes
blubbered.—Yea! Will you come, Doll?
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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