|The First part of King Henry the Fourth|
| Henry IV, part 1
| Act 2, Scene 4
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Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINSPRINCE HENRY
Ned, prithee, come out of that fat room, and lend mePOINS
thy hand to laugh a little.
Where hast been, Hal?PRINCE HENRY
With three or four loggerheads amongst three or fourPOINS
score hogsheads. I have sounded the very
base-string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother
to a leash of drawers; and can call them all by
their christen names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis.
They take it already upon their salvation, that
though I be but the prince of Wales, yet I am king
of courtesy; and tell me flatly I am no proud Jack,
like Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a
good boy, by the Lord, so they call me, and when I
am king of England, I shall command all the good
lads in Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dyeing
scarlet; and when you breathe in your watering, they
cry 'hem!' and bid you play it off. To conclude, I
am so good a proficient in one quarter of an hour,
that I can drink with any tinker in his own language
during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost
much honour, that thou wert not with me in this sweet
action. But, sweet Ned,--to sweeten which name of
Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped
even now into my hand by an under-skinker, one that
never spake other English in his life than 'Eight
shillings and sixpence' and 'You are welcome,' with
this shrill addition, 'Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint
of bastard in the Half-Moon,' or so. But, Ned, to
drive away the time till Falstaff come, I prithee,
do thou stand in some by-room, while I question my
puny drawer to what end he gave me the sugar; and do
thou never leave calling 'Francis,' that his tale
to me may be nothing but 'Anon.' Step aside, and
I'll show thee a precedent.
Thou art perfect.POINS
Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the Pomgarnet, Ralph.PRINCE HENRY
Come hither, Francis.FRANCIS
My lord?PRINCE HENRY
How long hast thou to serve, Francis?FRANCIS
Forsooth, five years, and as much as to--POINS
Anon, anon, sir.PRINCE HENRY
Five year! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinkingFRANCIS
of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant
as to play the coward with thy indenture and show it
a fair pair of heels and run from it?
O Lord, sir, I'll be sworn upon all the books inPOINS
England, I could find in my heart.
Anon, sir.PRINCE HENRY
How old art thou, Francis?FRANCIS
Let me see--about Michaelmas next I shall be--POINS
Anon, sir. Pray stay a little, my lord.PRINCE HENRY
Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar thouFRANCIS
gavest me,'twas a pennyworth, wast't not?
O Lord, I would it had been two!PRINCE HENRY
I will give thee for it a thousand pound: ask mePOINS
when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it.
Anon, anon.PRINCE HENRY
Anon, Francis? No, Francis; but to-morrow, Francis;FRANCIS
or, Francis, o' Thursday; or indeed, Francis, when
thou wilt. But, Francis!
My lord?PRINCE HENRY
Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crystal-button,FRANCIS
not-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter,
O Lord, sir, who do you mean?PRINCE HENRY
Why, then, your brown bastard is your only drink;FRANCIS
for look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet
will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much.
[Within] Francis!PRINCE HENRY
Away, you rogue! dost thou not hear them call?Vintner
Here they both call him; the drawer stands amazed, not knowing which way to go
What, standest thou still, and hearest such aPRINCE HENRY
calling? Look to the guests within.
Exit FrancisMy lord, old Sir John, with half-a-dozen more, are
at the door: shall I let them in?
Let them alone awhile, and then open the door.POINS
Anon, anon, sir.PRINCE HENRY
Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are atPOINS
the door: shall we be merry?
As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark ye; whatPRINCE HENRY
cunning match have you made with this jest of the
drawer? come, what's the issue?
I am now of all humours that have showed themselvesFRANCIS
humours since the old days of goodman Adam to the
pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.
Re-enter FRANCISWhat's o'clock, Francis?
Anon, anon, sir.PRINCE HENRY
That ever this fellow should have fewer words than aPOINS
parrot, and yet the son of a woman! His industry is
upstairs and downstairs; his eloquence the parcel of
a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the
Hotspur of the north; he that kills me some six or
seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his
hands, and says to his wife 'Fie upon this quiet
life! I want work.' 'O my sweet Harry,' says she,
'how many hast thou killed to-day?' 'Give my roan
horse a drench,' says he; and answers 'Some
fourteen,' an hour after; 'a trifle, a trifle.' I
prithee, call in Falstaff: I'll play Percy, and
that damned brawn shall play Dame Mortimer his
wife. 'Rivo!' says the drunkard. Call in ribs, call in tallow.
Enter FALSTAFF, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH, and PETO; FRANCIS following with wine
Welcome, Jack: where hast thou been?FALSTAFF
A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too!PRINCE HENRY
marry, and amen! Give me a cup of sack, boy. Ere I
lead this life long, I'll sew nether stocks and mend
them and foot them too. A plague of all cowards!
Give me a cup of sack, rogue. Is there no virtue extant?
Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter?FALSTAFF
pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the sweet tale
of the sun's! if thou didst, then behold that compound.
You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: there isPRINCE HENRY
nothing but roguery to be found in villanous man:
yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime
in it. A villanous coward! Go thy ways, old Jack;
die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be
not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a
shotten herring. There live not three good men
unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and
grows old: God help the while! a bad world, I say.
I would I were a weaver; I could sing psalms or any
thing. A plague of all cowards, I say still.
How now, wool-sack! what mutter you?FALSTAFF
A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thyPRINCE HENRY
kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy
subjects afore thee like a flock of wild-geese,
I'll never wear hair on my face more. You Prince of Wales!
Why, you whoreson round man, what's the matter?FALSTAFF
Are not you a coward? answer me to that: and Poins there?POINS
'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, by theFALSTAFF
Lord, I'll stab thee.
I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere I callPRINCE HENRY
thee coward: but I would give a thousand pound I
could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight
enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your
back: call you that backing of your friends? A
plague upon such backing! give me them that will
face me. Give me a cup of sack: I am a rogue, if I
O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thouFALSTAFF
All's one for that.PRINCE HENRY
He drinksA plague of all cowards, still say I.
What's the matter?FALSTAFF
What's the matter! there be four of us here havePRINCE HENRY
ta'en a thousand pound this day morning.
Where is it, Jack? where is it?FALSTAFF
Where is it! taken from us it is: a hundred uponPRINCE HENRY
poor four of us.
What, a hundred, man?FALSTAFF
I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with aPRINCE HENRY
dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scaped by
miracle. I am eight times thrust through the
doublet, four through the hose; my buckler cut
through and through; my sword hacked like a
hand-saw--ecce signum! I never dealt better since
I was a man: all would not do. A plague of all
cowards! Let them speak: if they speak more or
less than truth, they are villains and the sons of darkness.
Speak, sirs; how was it?GADSHILL
We four set upon some dozen--FALSTAFF
Sixteen at least, my lord.GADSHILL
And bound them.PETO
No, no, they were not bound.FALSTAFF
You rogue, they were bound, every man of them; or IGADSHILL
am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.
As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh men set upon us--FALSTAFF
And unbound the rest, and then come in the other.PRINCE HENRY
What, fought you with them all?FALSTAFF
All! I know not what you call all; but if I foughtPRINCE HENRY
not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish: if
there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old
Jack, then am I no two-legged creature.
Pray God you have not murdered some of them.FALSTAFF
Nay, that's past praying for: I have peppered twoPRINCE HENRY
of them; two I am sure I have paid, two rogues
in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell
thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou
knowest my old ward; here I lay and thus I bore my
point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me--
What, four? thou saidst but two even now.FALSTAFF
Four, Hal; I told thee four.POINS
Ay, ay, he said four.FALSTAFF
These four came all a-front, and mainly thrust atPRINCE HENRY
me. I made me no more ado but took all their seven
points in my target, thus.
Seven? why, there were but four even now.FALSTAFF
Ay, four, in buckram suits.FALSTAFF
Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else.PRINCE HENRY
Prithee, let him alone; we shall have more anon.FALSTAFF
Dost thou hear me, Hal?PRINCE HENRY
Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.FALSTAFF
Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These ninePRINCE HENRY
in buckram that I told thee of--
So, two more already.FALSTAFF
Their points being broken,--POINS
Down fell their hose.FALSTAFF
Began to give me ground: but I followed me close,PRINCE HENRY
came in foot and hand; and with a thought seven of
the eleven I paid.
O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!FALSTAFF
But, as the devil would have it, three misbegottenPRINCE HENRY
knaves in Kendal green came at my back and let drive
at me; for it was so dark, Hal, that thou couldst
not see thy hand.
These lies are like their father that begets them;FALSTAFF
gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, thou
clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou
whoreson, obscene, grease tallow-catch,--
What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truthPRINCE HENRY
Why, how couldst thou know these men in KendalPOINS
green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy
hand? come, tell us your reason: what sayest thou to this?
Come, your reason, Jack, your reason.FALSTAFF
What, upon compulsion? 'Zounds, an I were at thePRINCE HENRY
strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would
not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on
compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as
blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon
I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguineFALSTAFF
coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker,
this huge hill of flesh,--
'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you driedPRINCE HENRY
neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O
for breath to utter what is like thee! you
tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile
Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again: andPOINS
when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons,
hear me speak but this.
Mark, Jack.PRINCE HENRY
We two saw you four set on four and bound them, andPOINS
were masters of their wealth. Mark now, how a plain
tale shall put you down. Then did we two set on you
four; and, with a word, out-faced you from your
prize, and have it; yea, and can show it you here in
the house: and, Falstaff, you carried your guts
away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roared
for mercy and still run and roared, as ever I heard
bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword
as thou hast done, and then say it was in fight!
What trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst
thou now find out to hide thee from this open and
Come, let's hear, Jack; what trick hast thou now?FALSTAFF
By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye.PRINCE HENRY
Why, hear you, my masters: was it for me to kill the
heir-apparent? should I turn upon the true prince?
why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules: but
beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true
prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was now a
coward on instinct. I shall think the better of
myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant
lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by the Lord,
lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess, clap
to the doors: watch to-night, pray to-morrow.
Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles
of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be
merry? shall we have a play extempore?
Content; and the argument shall be thy running away.FALSTAFF
Ah, no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!Hostess
O Jesu, my lord the prince!PRINCE HENRY
How now, my lady the hostess! what sayest thou toHostess
Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court atPRINCE HENRY
door would speak with you: he says he comes from
Give him as much as will make him a royal man, andFALSTAFF
send him back again to my mother.
What manner of man is he?Hostess
An old man.FALSTAFF
What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? ShallPRINCE HENRY
I give him his answer?
Prithee, do, Jack.FALSTAFF
'Faith, and I'll send him packing.PRINCE HENRY
Now, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair; so did you,BARDOLPH
Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you
ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true
prince; no, fie!
'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.PRINCE HENRY
'Faith, tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff'sPETO
sword so hacked?
Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he wouldBARDOLPH
swear truth out of England but he would make you
believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like.
Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass toPRINCE HENRY
make them bleed, and then to beslubber our garments
with it and swear it was the blood of true men. I
did that I did not this seven year before, I blushed
to hear his monstrous devices.
O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen yearsBARDOLPH
ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since
thou hast blushed extempore. Thou hadst fire and
sword on thy side, and yet thou rannest away: what
instinct hadst thou for it?
My lord, do you see these meteors? do you beholdPRINCE HENRY
What think you they portend?PRINCE HENRY
Hot livers and cold purses.BARDOLPH
Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.PRINCE HENRY
No, if rightly taken, halter.FALSTAFF
Re-enter FALSTAFFHere comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone.
How now, my sweet creature of bombast!
How long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee?
My own knee! when I was about thy years, Hal, I wasPOINS
not an eagle's talon in the waist; I could have
crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: a plague of
sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a
bladder. There's villanous news abroad: here was
Sir John Bracy from your father; you must to the
court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the
north, Percy, and he of Wales, that gave Amamon the
bastinado and made Lucifer cuckold and swore the
devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh
hook--what a plague call you him?
Owen, Owen, the same; and his son-in-law Mortimer,PRINCE HENRY
and old Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of
Scots, Douglas, that runs o' horseback up a hill
He that rides at high speed and with his pistolFALSTAFF
kills a sparrow flying.
You have hit it.PRINCE HENRY
So did he never the sparrow.FALSTAFF
Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; he will not run.PRINCE HENRY
Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him soFALSTAFF
O' horseback, ye cuckoo; but afoot he will not budge a foot.PRINCE HENRY
Yes, Jack, upon instinct.FALSTAFF
I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too,PRINCE HENRY
and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more:
Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's
beard is turned white with the news: you may buy
land now as cheap as stinking mackerel.
Why, then, it is like, if there come a hot June andFALSTAFF
this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads
as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds.
By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like wePRINCE HENRY
shall have good trading that way. But tell me, Hal,
art not thou horrible afeard? thou being
heir-apparent, could the world pick thee out three
such enemies again as that fiend Douglas, that
spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou
not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill at
Not a whit, i' faith; I lack some of thy instinct.FALSTAFF
Well, thou wert be horribly chid tomorrow when thouPRINCE HENRY
comest to thy father: if thou love me, practise an answer.
Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon theFALSTAFF
particulars of my life.
Shall I? content: this chair shall be my state,PRINCE HENRY
this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my crown.
Thy state is taken for a joined-stool, thy goldenFALSTAFF
sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich
crown for a pitiful bald crown!
Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee,PRINCE HENRY
now shalt thou be moved. Give me a cup of sack to
make my eyes look red, that it may be thought I have
wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it
in King Cambyses' vein.
Well, here is my leg.FALSTAFF
And here is my speech. Stand aside, nobility.Hostess
O Jesu, this is excellent sport, i' faith!FALSTAFF
Weep not, sweet queen; for trickling tears are vain.Hostess
O, the father, how he holds his countenance!FALSTAFF
For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen;Hostess
For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes.
O Jesu, he doth it as like one of these harlotryFALSTAFF
players as ever I see!
Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle-brain.PRINCE HENRY
Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy
time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though
the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster
it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the
sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I have
partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion,
but chiefly a villanous trick of thine eye and a
foolish-hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant
me. If then thou be son to me, here lies the point;
why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall
the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher and eat
blackberries? a question not to be asked. Shall
the sun of England prove a thief and take purses? a
question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry,
which thou hast often heard of and it is known to
many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch,
as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth
the company thou keepest: for, Harry, now I do not
speak to thee in drink but in tears, not in
pleasure but in passion, not in words only, but in
woes also: and yet there is a virtuous man whom I
have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name.
What manner of man, an it like your majesty?FALSTAFF
A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of aPRINCE HENRY
cheerful look, a pleasing eye and a most noble
carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or,
by'r lady, inclining to three score; and now I
remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man
should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry,
I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be
known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then,
peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that
Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell
me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast
thou been this month?
Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me,FALSTAFF
and I'll play my father.
Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, soPRINCE HENRY
majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by
the heels for a rabbit-sucker or a poulter's hare.
Well, here I am set.FALSTAFF
And here I stand: judge, my masters.PRINCE HENRY
Now, Harry, whence come you?FALSTAFF
My noble lord, from Eastcheap.PRINCE HENRY
The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.FALSTAFF
'Sblood, my lord, they are false: nay, I'll ticklePRINCE HENRY
ye for a young prince, i' faith.
Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er lookFALSTAFF
on me. Thou art violently carried away from grace:
there is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of an
old fat man; a tun of man is thy companion. Why
dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that
bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel
of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed
cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with
the pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that
grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in
years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and
drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a
capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft?
wherein crafty, but in villany? wherein villanous,
but in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing?
I would your grace would take me with you: whomPRINCE HENRY
means your grace?
That villanous abominable misleader of youth,FALSTAFF
Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan.
My lord, the man I know.PRINCE HENRY
I know thou dost.FALSTAFF
But to say I know more harm in him than in myself,PRINCE HENRY
were to say more than I know. That he is old, the
more the pity, his white hairs do witness it; but
that he is, saving your reverence, a whoremaster,
that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault,
God help the wicked! if to be old and merry be a
sin, then many an old host that I know is damned: if
to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine
are to be loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto,
banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack
Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff,
valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant,
being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him
thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's
company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.
I do, I will.BARDOLPH
A knocking heard
Exeunt Hostess, FRANCIS, and BARDOLPH
Re-enter BARDOLPH, running
O, my lord, my lord! the sheriff with a mostFALSTAFF
monstrous watch is at the door.
Out, ye rogue! Play out the play: I have much toHostess
say in the behalf of that Falstaff.
Re-enter the Hostess
O Jesu, my lord, my lord!PRINCE HENRY
Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick:Hostess
what's the matter?
The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: theyFALSTAFF
are come to search the house. Shall I let them in?
Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece ofPRINCE HENRY
gold a counterfeit: thou art essentially mad,
without seeming so.
And thou a natural coward, without instinct.FALSTAFF
I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff,PRINCE HENRY
so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a cart
as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up!
I hope I shall as soon be strangled with a halter as another.
Go, hide thee behind the arras: the rest walk upFALSTAFF
above. Now, my masters, for a true face and good
Both which I have had: but their date is out, andPRINCE HENRY
therefore I'll hide me.
Call in the sheriff.Sheriff
Exeunt all except PRINCE HENRY and PETO
Enter Sheriff and the CarrierNow, master sheriff, what is your will with me?
First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cryPRINCE HENRY
Hath follow'd certain men unto this house.
One of them is well known, my gracious lord,Carrier
A gross fat man.
As fat as butter.PRINCE HENRY
The man, I do assure you, is not here;Sheriff
For I myself at this time have employ'd him.
And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee
That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,
Send him to answer thee, or any man,
For any thing he shall be charged withal:
And so let me entreat you leave the house.
I will, my lord. There are two gentlemenPRINCE HENRY
Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks.
It may be so: if he have robb'd these men,Sheriff
He shall be answerable; and so farewell.
Good night, my noble lord.PRINCE HENRY
I think it is good morrow, is it not?Sheriff
Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock.PRINCE HENRY
Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier
This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go,PETO
call him forth.
Falstaff!--Fast asleep behind the arras, andPRINCE HENRY
snorting like a horse.
Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets.PETO
He searcheth his pockets, and findeth certain papersWhat hast thou found?
Nothing but papers, my lord.PRINCE HENRY
Let's see what they be: read them.PETO
[Reads] Item, A capon,. . 2s. 2d.PRINCE HENRY
Item, Sauce,. . . 4d.
Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.
Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d.
Item, Bread, ob.
O monstrous! but one half-penny-worth of bread toPETO
this intolerable deal of sack! What there is else,
keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there
let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the
morning. We must all to the wars, and thy place
shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a
charge of foot; and I know his death will be a
march of twelve-score. The money shall be paid
back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in
the morning; and so, good morrow, Peto.
Good morrow, good my lord.
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