1    How now! whose mare's dead? what's the matter?

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

3    Away, varlets! Draw, Bardolph: cut me off the
4    villain's head: throw the quean in the channel.

5    Throw me in the channel! I'll throw thee in the
6    channel. Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly
7    rogue! Murder, murder! Ah, thou honeysuckle
8    villain! wilt thou kill God's officers and the
9    king's? Ah, thou honey-seed rogue! thou art a
10   honey-seed, a man-queller, and a woman-queller.

11   Keep them off, Bardolph.

12   A rescue! a rescue!

13   Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou wo't, wo't
14   thou? Thou wo't, wo't ta? do, do, thou rogue! do,
15   thou hemp-seed!

16   Away, you scullion! you rampallion! You
17   fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.

18   What is the matter? keep the peace here, ho!

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

20   How now, Sir John! what are you brawling here?
21   Doth this become your place, your time and business?
22   You should have been well on your way to York.
23   Stand from him, fellow: wherefore hang'st upon him?

24   O most worshipful lord, an't please your grace, I am
25   a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.

26   For what sum?

27   It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all,
28   all I have. He hath eaten me out of house and home;
29   he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of
30   his: but I will have some of it out again, or I
31   will ride thee o' nights like the mare.

32   I think I am as like to ride the mare, if I have
33   any vantage of ground to get up.

34   How comes this, Sir John? Fie! what man of good
35   temper would endure this tempest of exclamation?
36   Are you not ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so
37   rough a course to come by her own?

38   What is the gross sum that I owe thee?

39   Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself and the
40   money too. Thou didst swear to me upon a
41   parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber,
42   at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon
43   Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the prince broke
44   thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of
45   Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was
46   washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady
47   thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife
48   Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me
49   gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of
50   vinegar; telling us she had a good dish of prawns;
51   whereby thou didst desire to eat some; whereby I
52   told thee they were ill for a green wound? And
53   didst thou not, when she was gone down stairs,
54   desire me to be no more so familiarity with such
55   poor people; saying that ere long they should call
56   me madam? And didst thou not kiss me and bid me
57   fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy
58   book-oath: deny it, if thou canst.

59   My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she says up
60   and down the town that the eldest son is like you:
61   she hath been in good case, and the truth is,
62   poverty hath distracted her. But for these foolish
63   officers, I beseech you I may have redress against them.

64   Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your
65   manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. It
66   is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words
67   that come with such more than impudent sauciness
68   from you, can thrust me from a level consideration:
69   you have, as it appears to me, practised upon the
70   easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made her
71   serve your uses both in purse and in person.

72   Yea, in truth, my lord.

73   Pray thee, peace. Pay her the debt you owe her, and
74   unpay the villany you have done her: the one you
75   may do with sterling money, and the other with
76   current repentance.

77   My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without
78   reply. You call honourable boldness impudent
79   sauciness: if a man will make courtesy and say
80   nothing, he is virtuous: no, my lord, my humble
81   duty remembered, I will not be your suitor. I say
82   to you, I do desire deliverance from these officers,
83   being upon hasty employment in the king's affairs.

84   You speak as having power to do wrong: but answer
85   in the effect of your reputation, and satisfy this
86   poor woman.

87   Come hither, hostess.

88   Now, Master Gower, what news?

89   The king, my lord, and Harry Prince of Wales
90   Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells.

91   As I am a gentleman.

92   Faith, you said so before.

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

94   By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must be fain
95   to pawn both my plate and the tapestry of my
96   dining-chambers.

97   Glasses, glasses is the only drinking: and for thy
98   walls, a pretty slight drollery, or the story of
99   the Prodigal, or the German hunting in water-work,
100  is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings and these
101  fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, if thou
102  canst. Come, an 'twere not for thy humours, there's
103  not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face,
104  and draw the action. Come, thou must not be in
105  this humour with me; dost not know me? come, come, I
106  know thou wast set on to this.

107  Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles: i'
108  faith, I am loath to pawn my plate, so God save me,
109  la!

110  Let it alone; I'll make other shift: you'll be a
111  fool still.

112  Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown. I
113  hope you'll come to supper. You'll pay me all together?

114  Will I live?
To BARDOLPH
115  Go, with her, with her; hook on, hook on.

116  Will you have Doll Tearsheet meet you at supper?

117  No more words; let's have her.

118  I have heard better news.

119  What's the news, my lord?

120  Where lay the king last night?

121  At Basingstoke, my lord.

122  I hope, my lord, all's well: what is the news, my lord?

123  Come all his forces back?

124  No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse,
125  Are marched up to my lord of Lancaster,
126  Against Northumberland and the Archbishop.

127  Comes the king back from Wales, my noble lord?

128  You shall have letters of me presently:
129  Come, go along with me, good Master Gower.

130  My lord!

131  What's the matter?

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

133  I must wait upon my good lord here; I thank you,
134  good Sir John.

135  Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to
136  take soldiers up in counties as you go.

137  Will you sup with me, Master Gower?

138  What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John?

139  Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool
140  that taught them me. This is the right fencing
141  grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so part fair.

142  Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a great fool.