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  HOSTESS. Master Fang, have you ent'red the action?

  FANG. It is ent'red.

  HOSTESS. Where's your yeoman? Is't a lusty yeoman? Will 'a

stand

    to't?

  FANG. Sirrah, where's Snare?

  HOSTESS. O Lord, ay! good Master Snare.

  SNARE. Here, here.

  FANG. Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.

  HOSTESS. Yea, good Master Snare; I have ent'red him and all.

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

  HOSTESS. Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabb'd me in mine

own

    house, and that most beastly. In good faith, 'a cares not

what

    mischief he does, if his weapon be out; he will foin like any

    devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child.

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

  HOSTESS. No, nor I neither; I'll be at your elbow.

  FANG. An I but fist him once; an 'a come but within my vice!

  HOSTESS. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's an

    infinitive thing upon my score. Good Master Fang, hold him

sure.

    Good Master Snare, let him not scape. 'A comes continuantly

to

    Pie-corner – saving your manhoods – to buy a saddle; and he is

    indited to dinner to the Lubber's Head in Lumbert Street, to

    Master Smooth's the silkman. I pray you, since my exion is

    ent'red, and my case so openly known to the world, let him be

    brought in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long one for a

poor

    lone woman to bear; and I have borne, and borne, and borne;

and

    have been fubb'd off, and fubb'd off, and fubb'd off, from

this

    day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. There

is no

    honesty in such dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass

and

    a beast, to bear every knave's wrong.

    Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose knave,

Bardolph,

    with him. Do your offices, do your offices, Master Fang and

    Master Snare; do me, do me, do me your offices.

  FALSTAFF. How now! whose mare's dead? What's the matter?

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

  FALSTAFF. Away, varlets! Draw, Bardolph. Cut me off the

villian's

    head. Throw the quean in the channel.

  HOSTESS. Throw me in the channel! I'll throw thee in the

channel.

    Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly rogue! Murder, murder!

Ah,

    thou honeysuckle villain! wilt thou kill God's officers and

the

    King's? Ah, thou honey-seed rogue! thou art a honey-seed; a

    man-queller and a woman-queller.

  FALSTAFF. Keep them off, Bardolph.

  FANG. A rescue! a rescue!

  HOSTESS. Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou wot, wot

thou!

    thou wot, wot ta? Do, do, thou rogue! do, thou hemp-seed!

  PAGE. Away, you scullion! you rampallian! you fustilarian!

    I'll tickle your catastrophe.

  CHIEF JUSTICE. What is the matter? Keep the peace here, ho!

  HOSTESS. Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, stand to

me.

  CHIEF JUSTICE. How now, Sir John! what, are you brawling here?

    Doth this become your place, your time, and business?

    You should have been well on your way to York.

    Stand from him, fellow; wherefore hang'st thou upon him?

  HOSTESS. O My most worshipful lord, an't please your Grace, I

am a

    poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.

  CHIEF JUSTICE. For what sum?

  HOSTESS. It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all – all

I

    have. He hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all

my

    substance into that fat belly of his. But I will have some of

it

    out again, or I will ride thee a nights like a mare.

  FALSTAFF. I think I am as like to ride the mare, if I have any

    vantage of ground to get up.

  CHIEF JUSTICE. How comes this, Sir John? Fie! What man of good

    temper would endure this tempest of exclamation? Are you not

    ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so rough a course to come

by

    her own?

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

  HOSTESS. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself and the

money

    too. Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet,

sitting in

    my Dolphin chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire,

upon

    Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the Prince broke thy head for

    liking his father to singing-man of Windsor – thou didst swear

to

    me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me

my

    lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech,

the

    butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?

Coming

    in to borrow a mess of vinegar, telling us she had a good

dish of

    prawns, whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told

    thee they were ill for green wound? And didst thou not, when

she

    was gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so familiarity

with

    such poor people, saying that ere long they should call me

madam?

    And didst thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch the thirty

    shillings? I put thee now to thy book-oath. Deny it, if thou

    canst.

  FALSTAFF. My lord, this is a poor mad soul, and she says up and

    down the town that her eldest son is like you. She hath been

in

    good case, and, the truth is, poverty hath distracted her.

But

    for these foolish officers, I beseech you I may have redress

    against them.

  CHIEF JUSTICE. Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with

your

    manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. It is not a

    confident brow, nor the throng of words that come with such

more

    than impudent sauciness from you, can thrust me from a level

    consideration. You have, as it appears to me, practis'd upon

the

    easy yielding spirit of this woman, and made her serve your

uses

    both in purse and in person.

  HOSTESS. Yea, in truth, my lord.

  CHIEF JUSTICE. Pray thee, peace. Pay her the debt you owe her,

and

    unpay the villainy you have done with her; the one you may do

    with sterling money, and the other with current repentance.

  FALSTAFF. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without reply.

You

    call honourable boldness impudent sauciness; if a man will

make

    curtsy and say nothing, he is virtuous. No, my lord, my

humble

    duty rememb'red, I will not be your suitor. I say to you I do

    desire deliverance from these officers, being upon hasty

    employment in the King's affairs.

  CHIEF JUSTICE. You speak as having power to do wrong; but

answer in

    th' effect of your reputation, and satisfy the poor woman.

  FALSTAFF. Come hither, hostess.

  CHIEF JUSTICE. Now, Master Gower, what news?

  GOWER. The King, my lord, and Harry Prince of Wales

    Are near at hand. The rest the paper tells. [Gives a letter]

  FALSTAFF. As I am a gentleman!

  HOSTESS. Faith, you said so before.

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

  HOSTESS. By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must be fain to

pawn

    both my plate and the tapestry of my dining-chambers.

  FALSTAFF. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking; and for thy

    walls, a pretty slight drollery, or the story of the

Prodigal, or

    the German hunting, in water-work, is worth a thousand of

these

    bed-hangers and these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten

pound,

    if thou canst. Come, and 'twere not for thy humours, there's

not

    a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face, and draw the

    action. Come, thou must not be in this humour with me; dost

not

    know me? Come, come, I know thou wast set on to this.

  HOSTESS. Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles;

    i' faith, I am loath to pawn my plate, so God save me, la!

  FALSTAFF. Let it alone; I'll make other shift. You'll be a fool

    still.

  HOSTESS. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown.

    I hope you'll come to supper. you'll pay me all together?

  FALSTAFF. Will I live? [To BARDOLPH] Go, with her, with her;

hook

    on, hook on.

  HOSTESS. Will you have Doll Tearsheet meet you at supper?

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

  CHIEF JUSTICE. I have heard better news.

  FALSTAFF. What's the news, my lord?

  CHIEF JUSTICE. Where lay the King to-night?

  GOWER. At Basingstoke, my lord.

  FALSTAFF. I hope, my lord, all's well. What is the news, my

lord?

  CHIEF JUSTICE. Come all his forces back?

  GOWER. No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse,

    Are march'd up to my Lord of Lancaster,

    Against Northumberland and the Archbishop.

  FALSTAFF. Comes the King back from Wales, my noble lord?

  CHIEF JUSTICE. You shall have letters of me presently.

    Come, go along with me, good Master Gower.

  FALSTAFF. My lord!

  CHIEF JUSTICE. What's the matter?

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

  GOWER. I must wait upon my good lord here, I thank you, good

Sir

    John.

  CHIEF JUSTICE. Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you