The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury: A mighty and a fearful head they are, As ever offer'd foul play in a state. King. The Earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day; 170 On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set forward; 180 [Exeunt. Scene III. The Boar's-Head Tavern in Eastcheap. Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown; I am withered like Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live Fal. Why, there is it: come sing me a bawdy song; make me merry. I was as virtuously given as Bard. Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you must Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life thou art our admiral, thou bearest the IO 20 lantern in the poop, but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the Knight of the Burning Lamp. Bard. Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm. Fal. No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it over; 30 as many a man doth of a Death's-head or a any time this two and thirty years; God Bard. 'Sblood, I would my face were in your Fal. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burned. Enter Hostess. How now, Dame Partlet the hen! have you Host. Why, Sir John, what do you think, Sir John? Fal. Ye lie, hostess: Bardolph was shaved, and lost many a hair; and I'll be sworn my pocket was picked. Go to, you are a woman, go. Host. Who, I? no; I defy thee: God's light, I was never called so in mine own house before. Fal. Go to, I know you well enough. Host. No, Sir John; you do not know me, Sir John. I know you, Sir John: you owe me money, Sir John; and now you pick a quarrel 60 70 to beguile me of it: I bought you a dozen of Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to bakers' wives, and they have made 80 bolters of them. Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, Sir John, for your diet and by-drinkings, and money lent you, four and twenty pound. Fal. He had his part of it; let him pay. Host. He alas, he is poor; he hath nothing. you rich? let them coin his nose, let them coin 90 his cheeks: I'll not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker of me? shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a seal-ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark. Host. O Jesu, I have heard the prince tell him, I know not how oft, that that ring was copper! Fal. How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup: 'sblood, an he were here, I would cudgel him 100 like a dog, if he would say so. |