Act I, Scene ii

[Enter Falstaff, with his Page bearing his sword and buckler.]

FALSTAFF.:

Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my water?

PAGE.:

He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy water; but,

for the party that owed it, he might have moe diseases than he

knew for.

FALSTAFF.:

Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: the brain of

this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing

that tends to laughter, more than I invent or is invented on me:

I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.

I do here walk before thee like a sow that hath overwhelmed all her

litter but one.

If the prince put thee into my service for any other reason than to

set me off, why then I have no judgement. Thou whoreson mandrake, thou

art fitter to be worn in my cap than to wait at my heels. I was never

manned with an agate till now: but I will inset you neither in gold nor

silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back again to your master, for

a jewel,—the juvenal, the prince your master, whose chin is not yet

fledged. I will sooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand than he

shall get one on his cheek; and yet he will not stick to say his face is

a face-royal: God may finish it when he will, 'tis not a hair amiss yet:

he may keep it still at a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn

sixpence out of it; and yet he'll be crowing as if he had writ man ever

since his father was a bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he's

almost out of mine, I can assure him. What said Master Dombledon about

the satin for my short cloak and my slops?

PAGE.:

He said, sir, you should procure him better assurance than Bardolph:

he would not take his band and yours; he liked not the security.

FALSTAFF.:

Let him be damned, like the glutton! pray God his tongue be hotter!

A whoreson Achitophel! a rascally yea-forsooth knave! to bear a

gentleman in hand, and then stand upon security! The whoreson

smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys

at their girdles; and if a man is through with them in honest taking

up, then they must stand upon security. I had as lief they would

put ratsbane in my mouth as offer to stop it with security.

I looked 'a should have sent me two and twenty yards of satin, as I

am a true knight, and he sends me security. Well, he may sleep in

security; for he hath the horn of abundance, and the lightness of

his wife shines through it: and yet cannot he see, though he have his

own lanthorn to light him. Where's Bardolph?

PAGE.:

He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horse.

FALSTAFF.:

I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in Smithfield:

an I could get me but a wife in the stews, I were manned, horsed,

and wived.

[Enter the Lord Chief-Justice and Servant.]

PAGE. Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the Prince for

striking him about Bardolph.

FALSTAFF.:

Wait close; I will not see him.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

What's he that goes there?

SERVANT.:

Falstaff, an 't please your lordship.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

He that was in question for the robbery?

SERVANT.:

He, my lord; but he hath since done good service at

Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is now going with some charge to the

Lord John of Lancaster.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

What, to York? Call him back again.

SERVANT.:

Sir John Falstaff!

FALSTAFF.:

Boy, tell him I am deaf.

PAGE.:

You must speak louder; my master is deaf.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

I am sure he is, to the hearing of anything good.

Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must speak with him.

SERVANT.:

Sir John!

FALSTAFF.:

What! a young knave, and begging! Is there not wars? is

there not employment? doth not the king lack subjects? do not the

rebels need soldiers? Though it be a shame to be on any side but

one, it is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side, were

it worse than the name of rebellion can tell how to make it.

SERVANT.:

You mistake me, sir.

FALSTAFF.:

Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? setting my knighthood

and my soldiership aside, I had lied in my throat, if I had said so.

SERVANT.:

I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and your soldiership aside;

and give me leave to tell you, you lie in your throat, if you say I

am any other than an honest man.

FALSTAFF.:

I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that which grows to me!

If thou gettest any leave of me, hang me; if thou takest leave,

thou wert better be hanged. You hunt counter: hence! avaunt!

SERVANT.:

Sir, my lord would speak with you.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

Sir John Falstaff, a word with you.

FALSTAFF.:

My good lord! God give your lordship good time of day. I am glad to

see your lordship abroad: I heard say your lordship was sick:

I hope your lordship goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, though

not clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some

relish of the saltness of time; and I most humbly beseech your lordship

to have a reverend care of your health.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury.

FALSTAFF.:

An 't please your lordship, I hear his majesty is returned

with some discomfort from Wales.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

I talk not of his majesty: you would not come when I

sent for you.

FALSTAFF.:

And I hear, moreover, his highness is fall'n into this same

whoreson apoplexy.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

Well God mend him! I pray you, let me speak with you.

FALSTAFF.:

This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, an 't please

your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

What tell you me of it? be it as it is.

FALSTAFF.:

It hath it original from much grief, from study and perturbation

of the brain: I have read the cause of his effects in Galen:

it is a kind of deafness.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

I think you are fallen into the disease, for you hear not

what I say to you.

FALSTAFF.:

Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an 't please you, it

is the disease of not listening, the malady of not marking, that

I am troubled withal.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

To punish you by the heels would amend the attention

of your ears; and I care not if I do become your physician.

FALSTAFF.:

I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient: your lordship

may minister the potion of imprisonment to me in respect of poverty;

but how I should be your patient to follow your prescriptions,

the wise may make some dram of a scruple, or indeed a scruple itself.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

I sent for you, when there were matters against you

for your life, to come speak with me.

FALSTAFF.:

As I was then advised by my learned counsel in the laws

of this land-service, I did not come.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infamy.

FALSTAFF.:

He that buckles himself in my belt cannot live in less.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

Your means are very slender, and your waste is great.

FALSTAFF.:

I would it were otherwise; I would my means were greater,

and my waist slenderer.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

You have misled the youthful prince.

FALSTAFF.:

The young prince hath misled me: I am the fellow with the

great belly, and he my dog.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

Well, I am loath to gall a new-healed wound: your day's service

at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded over your night's exploit

on Gad's-hill: you may thank the unquiet time for your quiet

o'er-posting that action.

FALSTAFF.:

My lord?

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a sleeping wolf.

FALSTAFF.:

To wake a wolf is as bad as smell a fox.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

What! you are as a candle, the better part burnt out.

FALSTAFF.:

A wassail candle, my lord, all tallow: if I did say of wax, my

growth would approve the truth.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

There is not a white hair in your face but should have his

effect of gravity.

FALSTAFF.:

His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

You follow the young prince up and down, like his ill angel.

FALSTAFF.:

Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light; but I hope he that looks

upon me will take me without weighing: and yet, in some respects,

I grant, I cannot go: I cannot tell. Virtue is of so little regard

in these costermonger times that true valour is turned bear-herd;

pregnancy is made a tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in giving

reckonings: all the other gifts appertinent to man, as the malice of

this age shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry. You that are old

consider not the capacities of us that are young; you do measure the

heat of our livers with the bitterness of your galls: and we that

are in the vaward of our youth, I must confess, are wags too.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written

down old with all the characters of age? Have you not a moist eye?

a dry hand? a yellow cheek? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an

increasing belly? is not your voice broken? your wind short? your

chin double? your wit single? and every part about you blasted

with antiquity? and will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie,

fie, Sir John!

FALSTAFF.:

My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the afternoon,

with a white head and something a round belly. For my voice, I

have lost it with halloing and singing of anthems. To approve my

youth further, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in judgement

and understanding; and he that will caper with me for a thousand

marks, let him lend me the money, and have at him!

For the box of the ear that the prince gave you, he gave it like a

rude prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. I have checked

him for it, and the young lion repents; marry, not in ashes and

sackcloth, but in new silk and old sack.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

Well, God send the prince a better companion!

FALSTAFF.:

God send the companion a better prince! I cannot rid my hands of him.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

Well, the king hath severed you and Prince Harry:

I hear you are going with Lord John of Lancaster against the

Archbishop and the Earl of Northumberland.

FALSTAFF.:

Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But look you pray, all

you that kiss my lady Peace at home, that our armies join not in a

hot day; for, by the Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I

mean not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, and I brandish

any thing but a bottle, I would I might never spit white again.

There is not a dangerous action can peep out his head but I am thrust

upon it: well, I cannot last ever: but it was alway yet the trick of

our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common.

If ye will needs say I am an old man, you should give me rest. I

would to God my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is:

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to

nothing with perpetual motion.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

Well, be honest, be honest; and God bless your expedition!

FALSTAFF.:

Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to furnish me forth?

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

Not a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient to bear crosses.

Fare you well: commend me to my cousin Westmoreland.

[Exeunt Chief-Justice and Servant.]

FALSTAFF.:

If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. A man can no more separate

age and covetousness than 'a can part young limbs and lechery: but

the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; and so both the

degrees prevent my curses. Boy!

PAGE.:

Sir?

FALSTAFF.:

What money is in my purse?

PAGE.:

Seven groats and two pence.

FALSTAFF.:

I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse:

borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is

incurable. Go bear this letter to my Lord of Lancaster; this to the

prince; this to the Earl of Westmoreland; and this to old Mistress

Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived the

first white hair of my chin. About it: you know where to find me.

[Exit Page.]

A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for the one or the other

plays the rogue with my great toe. 'Tis no matter if I do halt; I

have the wars for my colour, and my pension shall seem the more

reasonable. A good wit will make use of any thing: I will turn

diseases to commodity.

[Exit.]