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The First Part of Henry IV:

Act 2, Scene 4

           Enter PRINCE and POINS.

  1   Ned, prithee, come out of that fat room, and lend
  2   me thy hand to laugh a little.

  3   Where hast been, Hal?

  4   With three or four loggerheads amongst three
  5   or four score hogsheads. I have sounded the
  6   very base-string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn
  7   brother to a leash of drawers; and can call them all
  8   by their christen names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis.
  9   They take it already upon their salvation, that
 10   though I be but the prince of Wales, yet I am king of
 11   courtesy; and tell me flatly I am no proud Jack, like
 12   Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy,
 13   by the Lord, so they call me, and when I am king of
 14   England, I shall command all the good lads in
 15   Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dyeing scarlet;
 16   and when you breathe in your watering, they cry
 17   'hem!' and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am so
 18   good a proficient in one quarter of an hour, that I can
 19   drink with any tinker in his own language during
 20   my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honor,
 21   that thou wert not with me in this sweet action. But,
 22   sweet Ned,—to sweeten which name of Ned, I give thee
 23   this pennyworth of sugar, clapped even now into my
 24   hand by an under-skinker, one that never spake other
 25   English in his life than 'Eight shillings and sixpence'
 26   and 'You are welcome,' with this shrill addition,
 27   'Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint of bastard in the
 28   Half-Moon,' or so. But, Ned, to drive away the
 29   time till Falstaff come, I prithee, do thou stand in
 30   some by-room, while I question my puny drawer to
 31   what end he gave me the sugar; and do thou never
 32   leave calling 'Francis,' that his tale to me may be nothing
 33   but 'Anon.' Step aside, and I'll show thee a precedent.

           [Exit Poins.]

      POINS [Within.]
 34   Francis!

 35   Thou art perfect.

      POINS [Within.]
 36   Francis!

           Enter FRANCIS.

 37   Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the
 38   Pomgarnet, Ralph.

 39   Come hither, Francis.

 40   My lord?

 41   How long hast thou to serve, Francis?

 42   Forsooth, five years, and as much as to—

      POINS [Within.]
 43   Francis!

 44   Anon, anon, sir.

 45   Five year! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking
 46   of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant
 47   as to play the coward with thy indenture and show
 48   it a fair pair of heels and run from it?

 49   O Lord, sir, I'll be sworn upon all the books in
 50   England, I could find in my heart.

      POINS [Within.]
 51   Francis!

 52   Anon, sir.

 53   How old art thou, Francis?

 54   Let me see—about Michaelmas next I shall
 55   be—

      POINS [Within.]
 56   Francis!

 57   Anon, sir. Pray stay a little, my lord.

 58   Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar thou
 59   gavest me,'twas a pennyworth, was't not?

 60   O Lord, I would it had been two!

 61   I will give thee for it a thousand pound: ask
 62   me when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it.

      POINS [Within.]
 63   Francis!

 64   Anon, anon.

 65   Anon, Francis? No, Francis; but tomorrow, Francis;
 66   or, Francis, o' Thursday; or indeed, Francis, when
 67   thou wilt. But, Francis!

 68   My lord?

 69   Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crystal-button,
 70   not-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter,
 71   smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,—

 72   O Lord, sir, who do you mean?

 73   Why, then, your brown bastard is your only drink;
 74   for look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet
 75   will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much.

 76   What, sir?

      POINS [Within.]
 77   Francis!

 78   Away, you rogue! dost thou not hear them
 79   call?

           Here they both call him; the drawer
  **        stands amazed, not knowing which
           way to go.

           Enter VINTNER.

 80   What, standest thou still, and hearest such
 81   a calling? Look to the guests within.

           [Exit Francis.]

 82   My lord, old Sir John, with half-a-dozen
 83   more, are at the door: shall I let them in?

 84   Let them alone awhile, and then open the door.

           [Exit Vintner.]

 85   Poins!

      POINS [Within.]
 86   Anon, anon, sir.

           Enter POINS.

 87   Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves
 88   are at the door: shall we be merry?

 89   As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark ye;
 90   what cunning match have you made with this
 91   jest of the drawer? come, what's the issue?

 92   I am now of all humours that have showed
 93   themselves humors since the old days of goodman
 94   Adam to the pupil age of this present twelve o'clock
 95   at midnight.

           [Enter FRANCIS hurrying
           across the stage with wine.]

 96   What's o'clock, Francis?

 97   Anon, anon, sir.


 98   That ever this fellow should have fewer words than
 99   a parrot, and yet the son of a woman! His industry is
100   upstairs and downstairs; his eloquence the parcel
101   of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the
102   Hotspur of the north; he that kills me some six or
103   seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his
104   hands, and says to his wife 'Fie upon this quiet
105   life! I want work.' 'O my sweet Harry,' says she,
106   'how many hast thou killed to-day?' 'Give my
107   roan horse a drench,' says he; and answers
108   'Some fourteen,' an hour after; 'a trifle, a trifle.'
109   I prithee, call in Falstaff: I'll play Percy, and
110   that damned brawn shall play Dame Mortimer
111   his wife. 'Rivo!' says the drunkard. Call in ribs,
112   call in tallow.

           and PETO; FRANCIS following with wine].

113   Welcome, Jack: where hast thou been?

114   A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too!
115   marry, and amen! Give me a cup of sack, boy. Ere I
116   lead this life long, I'll sew nether stocks and mend
117   them and foot them too. A plague of all cowards!
118   Give me a cup of sack, rogue. Is there no virtue
119   extant?

           He drinketh.

120   Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter?
121   pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the sweet
122   tale of the sun's! if thou didst, then behold that
123   compound.

124   You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: there is
125   nothing but roguery to be found in villanous man:
126   yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime
127   in it. A villanous coward! Go thy ways, old Jack;
128   die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood,
129   be not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I
130   a shotten herring. There live not three good men
131   unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and
132   grows old: God help the while! a bad world, I say.
133   I would I were a weaver; I could sing psalms or
134   any thing. A plague of all cowards, I say still.

135   How now, wool-sack! what mutter you?

136   A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy
137   kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy
138   subjects afore thee like a flock of wild-geese, I'll
139   never wear hair on my face more. You Prince of Wales!

140   Why, you whoreson round man, what's the
141   matter?

142   Are not you a coward? answer me to that:
143   and Poins there?

144   'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me
145   coward, by the Lord, I'll stab thee.

146   I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere I call
147   thee coward: but I would give a thousand pound I
148   could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight
149   enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees
150   your back: call you that backing of your friends? A
151   plague upon such backing! give me them that will face
152   me. Give me a cup of sack: I am a rogue, if I drunk to-day.

153   O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou
154   drunkest last.

155   All's one for that.

           He drinketh.

156   A plague of all cowards, still say I.

157   What's the matter?

158   What's the matter! there be four of us here have
159   ta'en a thousand pound this day morning.

160   Where is it, Jack? where is it?

161   Where is it! taken from us it is: a hundred upon
162   poor four of us.

163   What, a hundred, man?

164   I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a
165   dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scaped
166   by miracle. I am eight times thrust through the
167   doublet, four through the hose; my buckler cut
168   through and through; my sword hacked like a
169   hand-saw—ecce signum! I never dealt better since
170   I was a man: all would not do. A plague of all
171   cowards! Let them speak: if they speak more or less
172   than truth, they are villains and the sons of darkness.

173   Speak, sirs; how was it?

174   We four set upon some dozen—

175   Sixteen at least, my lord.

176   And bound them.

177   No, no, they were not bound.

178   You rogue, they were bound, every man of
179   them; or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.

180   As we were sharing, some six or seven
181   fresh men set upon us—

182   And unbound the rest, and then come in
183   the other.

184   What, fought you with them all?

185   All! I know not what you call all; but if I fought
186   not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish: if
187   there were not two or three and fifty upon poor
188   old Jack, then am I no two-legged creature.

189   Pray God you have not murdered some of
190   them.

191   Nay, that's past praying for: I have peppered two
192   of them; two I am sure I have paid, two rogues
193   in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell
194   thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou
195   knowest my old ward; here I lay and thus I bore
196   my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me—

197   What, four? thou saidst but two even now.

198   Four, Hal; I told thee four.

199   Ay, ay, he said four.

200   These four came all a-front, and mainly thrust at
201   me. I made me no more ado but took all their
202   seven points in my target, thus.

203   Seven? why, there were but four even now.

204   In buckram?

205   Ay, four, in buckram suits.

206   Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else.

207   Prithee, let him alone; we shall have more
208   anon.

209   Dost thou hear me, Hal?

210   Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.

211   Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These nine
212   in buckram that I told thee of—

213   So, two more already.

214   Their points being broken,—

215   Down fell their hose.

216   Began to give me ground: but I followed me close,
217   came in foot and hand; and with a thought seven of
218   the eleven I paid.

219   O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown
220   out of two!

221   But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten
222   knaves in Kendal green came at my back and let
223   drive at me; for it was so dark, Hal, that thou couldst
224   not see thy hand.

225   These lies are like their father that begets them;
226   gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, thou
227   clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou
228   whoreson, obscene, grease tallow-catch,—

229   What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the
230   truth the truth?

231   Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal
232   green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy
233   hand? come, tell us your reason: what sayest thou
234   to this?

235   Come, your reason, Jack, your reason.

236   What, upon compulsion? 'Zounds, an I were at the
237   strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would
238   not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on
239   compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries,
240   I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I.

241   I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguine
242   coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker,
243   this huge hill of flesh,—

244   'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried
245   neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish!
246   O for breath to utter what is like thee! you
247   tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you
248   vile standing-tuck,—

249   Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again: and
250   when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons,
251   hear me speak but this.

252   Mark, Jack.

253   We two saw you four set on four and bound them,
254   and were masters of their wealth. Mark now, how
255   a plain tale shall put you down. Then did we two
256   set on you four; and, with a word, out-faced you from
257   your prize, and have it; yea, and can show it you here
258   in the house: and, Falstaff, you carried your guts
259   away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roared
260   for mercy and still run and roared, as ever I heard
261   bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword
262   as thou hast done, and then say it was in fight! What
263   trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst thou now
264   find out to hide thee from this open and apparent shame?

265   Come, let's hear, Jack; what trick hast thou
266   now?

267   By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye.
268   Why, hear you, my masters: was it for me to kill the
269   heir-apparent? should I turn upon the true prince?
270   why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules:
271   but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the
272   true prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was now
273   a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of
274   myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant
275   lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by the Lord,
276   lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess,
277   clap to the doors: watch tonight, pray tomorrow.
278   Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles
279   of good fellowship come to you! What, shall
280   we be merry? shall we have a play extempore?

281   Content; and the argument shall be thy
282   running away.

283   Ah, no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!

           Enter HOSTESS.

284   O Jesu, my lord the prince!

285   How now, my lady the hostess! what sayest
286   thou to me?

287   Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at
288   door would speak with you: he says he comes from
289   your father.

290   Give him as much as will make him a royal
291   man, and send him back again to my mother.

292   What manner of man is he?

293   An old man.

294   What doth gravity out of his bed at
295   midnight? Shall I give him his answer?

296   Prithee, do, Jack.

297   'Faith, and I'll send him packing.


298   Now, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair; so did you,
299   Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you
300   ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true
301   prince; no, fie!

302   'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.

303   'Faith, tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff's
304   sword so hacked?

305   Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would
306   swear truth out of England but he would make you
307   believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do
308   the like.

309   Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass to
310   make them bleed, and then to beslubber our
311   garments with it and swear it was the blood
312   of true men. I did that I did not this seven year
313   before, I blushed to hear his monstrous devices.

314   O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years
315   ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since
316   thou hast blushed extempore. Thou hadst fire and
317   sword on thy side, and yet thou rannest away: what
318   instinct hadst thou for it?

319   My lord, do you see these meteors? do
320   you behold these exhalations?

321   I do.

322   What think you they portend?

323   Hot livers and cold purses.

324   Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.

325   No, if rightly taken, halter.

           Enter FALSTAFF.

326   Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone.
327   How now, my sweet creature of bombast!
328   How long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee?

329   My own knee! when I was about thy years, Hal, I
330   was not an eagle's talon in the waist; I could have
331   crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: a plague of
332   sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder.
333   There's villanous news abroad: here was Sir John
334   Bracy from your father; you must to the court in
335   the morning. That same mad fellow of the north,
336   Percy, and he of Wales, that gave Amamon the
337   bastinado and made Lucifer cuckold and swore
338   the devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a
339   Welsh hook—what a plague call you him?

340   O, Glendower.

341   Owen, Owen, the same; and his son-in-law
342   Mortimer, and old Northumberland, and that
343   sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs o'
344   horseback up a hill perpendicular,—

345   He that rides at high speed and with
346   his pistol kills a sparrow flying.

347   You have hit it.

348   So did he never the sparrow.

349   Well, that rascal hath good mettle
350   in him; he will not run.

351   Why, what a rascal art thou then,
352   to praise him so for running!

353   O' horseback, ye cuckoo; but
354   afoot he will not budge a foot.

355   Yes, Jack, upon instinct.

356   I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too,
357   and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps
358   more: Worcester is stolen away tonight; thy
359   father's beard is turned white with the news: you
360   may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackerel.

361   Why, then, it is like, if there come a hot June and
362   this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads
363   as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds.

364   By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like we
365   shall have good trading that way. But tell me,
366   Hal, art not thou horrible afeard? thou being
367   heir-apparent, could the world pick thee out three
368   such enemies again as that fiend Douglas, that
369   spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou
370   not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill at it?

371   Not a whit, i' faith; I lack some of
372   thy instinct.

373   Well, thou wert be horribly chid tomorrow
374   when thou comest to thy father: if thou love
375   me, practice an answer.

376   Do thou stand for my father, and examine me
377   upon the particulars of my life.

378   Shall I? content: this chair shall be my state, this
379   dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my crown.

380   Thy state is taken for a joined-stool, thy golden
381   sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich
382   crown for a pitiful bald crown!

383   Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee,
384   now shalt thou be moved. Give me a cup of sack to
385   make my eyes look red, that it may be thought I
386   have wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will
387   do it in King Cambyses' vein.

388   Well, here is my leg.

389   And here is my speech. Stand aside, nobility.

390   O Jesu, this is excellent sport, i' faith!

391   Weep not, sweet queen; for trickling tears are vain.

392   O, the father, how he holds his countenance!

393   For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen;
394   For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes.

395   O Jesu, he doth it as like one of these
396   harlotry players as ever I see!

397   Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle-brain. Harry,
398   I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time,
399   but also how thou art accompanied: for though the
400   camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it
401   grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner
402   it wears. That thou art my son, I have partly thy
403   mother's word, partly my own opinion, but chiefly
404   a villanous trick of thine eye and a foolish-hanging
405   of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me. If then thou
406   be son to me, here lies the point; why, being son to
407   me, art thou so pointed at? Shall the blessed sun of
408   heaven prove a micher and eat blackberries? a
409   question not to be asked. Shall the son of England
410   prove a thief and take purses? a question to be asked.
411   There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often heard
412   of and it is known to many in our land by the name
413   of pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth
414   defile; so doth the company thou keepest: for, Harry,
415   now I do not speak to thee in drink but in tears, not
416   in pleasure but in passion, not in words only, but
417   in woes also: and yet there is a virtuous man whom
418   I have often noted in thy company, but I know not his
419   name.

420   What manner of man, an it
421   like your majesty?

422   A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a
423   cheerful look, a pleasing eye and a most noble carriage;
424   and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r lady, inclining
425   to three score; and now I remember me, his name is
426   Falstaff: if that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth
427   me; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the
428   tree may be known by the fruit, as the fruit by the
429   tree, then, peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue
430   in that Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish.
431   And tell me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me,
432   where hast thou been this month?

433   Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand
434   for me, and I'll play my father.

435   Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so
436   majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up
437   by the heels for a rabbit-sucker or a poulter's hare.

438   Well, here I am set.

439   And here I stand: judge, my masters.

440   Now, Harry, whence come you?

441   My noble lord, from Eastcheap.

442   The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.

443   'Sblood, my lord, they are false: nay, I'll
444   tickle ye for a young prince, i' faith.

445   Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er
446   look on me. Thou art violently carried away from
447   grace: there is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of
448   an old fat man; a tun of man is thy companion. Why
449   dost thou converse with that trunk of humors, that
450   bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of
451   dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed
452   cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with
453   the pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey
454   iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years?
455   Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and drink
456   it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a capon
457   and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft? wherein
458   crafty, but in villany? wherein villanous, but in
459   all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing?

460   I would your grace would take me
461   with you: whom means your grace?

462   That villanous abominable misleader of youth,
463   Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan.

464   My lord, the man I know.

465   I know thou dost.

466   But to say I know more harm in him than in myself,
467   were to say more than I know. That he is old, the
468   more the pity, his white hairs do witness it; but
469   that he is, saving your reverence, a whoremaster,
470   that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault,
471   God help the wicked! if to be old and merry be a
472   sin, then many an old host that I know is damned:
473   if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine
474   are to be loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto,
475   banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack
476   Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant
477   Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being, as
478   he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's
479   company, banish not him thy Harry's company:
480   banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.

481   I do, I will.

           [A knocking heard. Exeunt Hostess, FRANCIS,
           and BARDOLPH.]

           Enter BARDOLPH, running.

482   O, my lord, my lord! the sheriff with a most
483   monstrous watch is at the door.

484   Out, ye rogue! Play out the play: I have much to
485   say in the behalf of that Falstaff.

           Enter the HOSTESS.

486   O Jesu, my lord, my lord!

487   Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a
488   fiddlestick: what's the matter?

489   The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they
490   are come to search the house. Shall I let them in?

491   Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of
492   gold a counterfeit: thou art essentially made,
493   without seeming so.

494   And thou a natural coward, without instinct.

495   I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff,
496   so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a cart
497   as well as another man, a plague on my bringing
498   up! I hope I shall as soon be strangled with a
499   halter as another.

500   Go, hide thee behind the arras: the rest walk up
501   above. Now, my masters, for a true face and good
502   conscience.

503   Both which I have had: but their date is out, and
504   therefore I'll hide me.


505   Call in the sheriff.

           [Exeunt all except the Prince and Peto.]

           Enter SHERIFF and the CARRIER.

506   Now, master sheriff, what is your will with me?

507   First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry
508   Hath follow'd certain men unto this house.

509   What men?

510   One of them is well known, my gracious lord,
511   A gross fat man.

511                           As fat as butter.

512   The man, I do assure you, is not here;
513   For I myself at this time have employ'd him.
514   And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee
515   That I will, by tomorrow dinner-time,
516   Send him to answer thee, or any man,
517   For any thing he shall be charged withal:
518   And so let me entreat you leave the house.

519   I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen
520   Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks.

521   It may be so: if he have robb'd these men,
522   He shall be answerable; and so farewell.

523   Good night, my noble lord.

524   I think it is good morrow, is it not?

525   Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock.

           Exit [with Carrier].

526   This oily rascal is known as well
527   as Paul's. Go, call him forth.

528   Falstaff!—Fast asleep behind the
529   arras, and snorting like a horse.

530   Hark, how hard he fetches breath.
531   Search his pockets.

           He searcheth his pockets,
           and findeth certain papers.

532   What hast thou found?

533   Nothing but papers, my lord.

534   Let's see what they be: read them.

535        Item, A capon, . . . 2s. 2d.
536        Item, Sauce, . . . 4d.
537        Item, Sack, two gallons, . . . 5s. 8d.
538        Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, . . . 2s. 6d.
539        Item, Bread, . . . ob.

540   O monstrous! but one half-penny-worth of bread
541   to this intolerable deal of sack! What there is else,
542   keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there
543   let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the morning.
544   We must all to the wars, and thy place shall be
545   honorable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of
546   foot; and I know his death will be a march of
547   twelve-score. The money shall be paid back again
548   with advantage. Be with me betimes in the
549   morning; and so, good morrow, Peto.

550   Good morrow, good my lord.