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Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it.
K. Henry. A hundred thousand rebels die in this: Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust, herein.
Enter Blunt. How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed.
Blunt. So is the business that I come to speak of. Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word, That Douglas and the English rebels met The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury : A mighty and a fearful head they are, If promises be kept on every hand, As ever offer’d foul play in a state.
K. Henry. The earl of Westmorland set forth to-day; With him my son, lord John of Lancaster; For this advertisement is five days old :
On Wednesday next, Harry, thou shalt set forward:
Changes to the Boar's-bead tavern in East-cheap.
Enter Falstoff and Berdolph. Fal. Bardolph, am not I fallen away vilely since this last action? Do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's loole gown; I am wither'd, like an oid apple John. Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent. An I have not forgotten
what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, ' a brewer's horse. The inside of a church !--Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.
Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long.
Fal. Why, there is it:-come, sing me a bawdy song, to make me merryI was as virtuously given, as a gentleman need to be ; virtuous enough: swore little; diced, not above seven times a week; went to a
a brewer's horfe.] I suppose a brewer's berse was apt to be lean with hard work. JOHN
INSON. A brewer's horse does not, perhaps, mean a dray-berse, but the cross-beam on which beer-barrels are carried into cellars, &c. Perhaps the allusion is to the taper form of this machine.
bawdy-house, not above once in a quarter of an hour; paid money that I borrow'd, three or four times; liv'd well, and in good compass : and now I live out of all order, out of all compass.
Bard. Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you muil n'eds be out of all compass; out of all reasonable compais, Sir John.
Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life. Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lanthorn in the poop, but cis in the nose of thee; thou art 2 the knight of the burning lamp.
Berd. Why, Sir john, my face does you no harm.
Fal. No, I'll be swern; I make as good use of it as many a man does of a death's head, or a memento mori. I never see thy face, but I think upon hell fire, and Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his robes, burning, burning. ----If thou wert any way given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath should be, by this fire: but thou art altogether given over; and wert indeed, but for the light in thy face, the son of utter darkness. When thou ran'st up Gadshill in the night to catch my horse, if I did not think thou had't been an ignis fatuus, or a ball of wild-fire, there's no purchase in money. O, thou art a perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire light. Thou hait saved me a thousand marks in links and torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt tavern and tavern: but the fack that thou hast drunk me, would have bought me lights as 3 good cheap, at the dearest chandler's in
the knight of the burning lamp.] This is a natural piAure. Every man who feels in himself the pain of deformity, however, like this merry knight, he may affect to make sport with it among those whom it is his interest to please, is ready to revenge any hint of contempt upon one whom he can ase with freedom. JOHNSON.
The knights of the burning lamp, and the knights of the burning peftle, are both the heroes of separate romances. STEEVENS.
good cheapm) Cheap is market, and good cheap therefore is a bon-marché. JOHNSON,
Europe. I have maintained that salamander of
yours · with fire, any time this two-and-thirty years ; heaven reward me for it!
Bard. 'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly.
Fal. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heartburn'd.
Enter Hostess. How now, 4 dame Partlet the hen, have you enquir'd yet who pick'd my pocket?
Hoft. Why, Sir John! what do you think, Sir John? Do you think I keep thieves in my house? I have search’d, I have enquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy by boy, servant by fervant. The tithe of a hair was never lost in my house before.
Fal. You lie, hostess; Bardolph was shav'd, and loft many a hair ; and I'll be sworn my pocket was pick’d: go to, you are a woman, go.
Hoft. Who I? I defy thee; I was never call'd so in mine own house before.
Fal. Go to, I know you well enough. .
Hot. 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 to beguile me of it: I bought you a dozen of Mirts to your back.
Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to bakers' wives, and they have made boulters of them.
This expression is used by Sir Thomas North in his translation of Plutarch. Speaking of the scarcity of corn in the time of Coriolanus, he says, “ that they persuaded themselves that “ the corn they had bought, should be sold good cheap."
And again in these two proverbs, “ They buy good cheap that bring nothing home." “ He'll ne'er have thing good cheap that's afraid to ak the price.” STEEVENS.
dame Partlet-] Dame Partlet is the name of the hen in the old tory-book of Reynard the Fox. STEEVENS.
Hoft. 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 pounds.
Fal. He had his part of it; let him pay.
Fal. How! poor? look upon his face: 5 what call you rich? let them coin his nose, let them coin hiz cheeks: I'll not pay a denier. What, will you make 6 a younker of me? 7 Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn, but I shall have my pocket pick’d? I
what call you rich?] A face set with carbuncles is called a rich face Legend of Capt. Jones. JOHNSON.
- a younker of me?] This contemptuous distinction is very common in the old plays. So in B. and Fletcher's Elder Brother: “ I fear he'll make an ass of me, a younker.”
SteeVENS. ? Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn, but I shall have my pocket pick’d?] There is a peculiar force in these words. To take mine ease in mine inne, was an ancient proverb, not very different in its application from that maxim, “ Every man's « house is his catle;" for inne originally fignified a house or habitation. (Sax. inne, domus, domicilium.] When the word inne began to change its meaning, and to be used to signify a houje of entertainment, the proverb, still continuing in force, was applied in the latter sense, as it is here used by Shakespeare; or perhaps Falstaff here humorously puns upon the word inne, in order to represent the wrong done him more strongly.
In John Heywood's Works, imprinted at London 1598, 4to, bl. 1.'is “ a dialogue wherein are pleasantly contrived the “ number of all the effectual proverbs in our English tongue, “ &c. together with three hundred epigrams on three hundred proverbs.” In chap. 6, is the following,
“ Resty welth willeth me the widow to winne,
“ To let the world wag, and take mine ease in mine inne.” And among the epigrams is (26. Of Ease in an Inne.]
“ Thou takıft thine ease in thine inne so nye thee,