King. Looke, looke,

Heere comes my Iohn of Lancaster:

Iohn. Health, Peace, and Happinesse,

To my Royall Father

King. Thou bring'st me happinesse and Peace

(Sonne Iohn:)

But health (alacke) with youthfull wings is flowne

From this bare, wither'd Trunke. Vpon thy sight

My worldly businesse makes a period.

Where is my Lord of Warwicke?

Prin. My Lord of Warwicke

King. Doth any name particular, belong

Vnto the Lodging, where I first did swoon'd?

War. 'Tis call'd Ierusalem, my Noble Lord

King. Laud be to heauen:

Euen there my life must end.

It hath beene prophesi'de to me many yeares,

I should not dye, but in Ierusalem:

Which (vainly) I suppos'd the Holy-Land.

But beare me to that Chamber, there Ile lye:

In that Ierusalem, shall Harry dye.

Exeunt.

Actus Quintus. Scoena Prima.

Enter Shallow, Silence, Falstaffe, Bardolfe, Page, and Dauie.

Shal. By Cocke and Pye, you shall not away to night.

What Dauy, I say

Fal. You must excuse me, M[aster]. Robert Shallow

Shal. I will not excuse you: you shall not be excused.

Excuses shall not be admitted: there is no excuse shall

serue: you shall not be excus'd.

Why Dauie

Dauie. Heere sir

Shal. Dauy, Dauy, Dauy, let me see (Dauy) let me see:

William Cooke, bid him come hither. Sir Iohn, you shal

not be excus'd

Dauy. Marry sir, thus: those Precepts cannot bee

seru'd: and againe sir, shall we sowe the head-land with

Wheate?

Shal. With red Wheate Dauy. But for William Cook:

are there no yong Pigeons?

Dauy. Yes Sir.

Heere is now the Smithes note, for Shooing,

And Plough-Irons

Shal. Let it be cast, and payde: Sir Iohn, you shall

not be excus'd

Dauy. Sir, a new linke to the Bucket must needes bee

had: And Sir, doe you meane to stoppe any of Williams

Wages, about the Sacke he lost the other day, at Hinckley

Fayre?

Shal. He shall answer it:

Some Pigeons Dauy, a couple of short-legg'd Hennes: a

ioynt of Mutton, and any pretty little tine Kickshawes,

tell William Cooke

Dauy. Doth the man of Warre, stay all night sir?

Shal. Yes Dauy:

I will vse him well. A Friend i'th Court, is better then a

penny in purse. Vse his men well Dauy, for they are arrant

Knaues, and will backe-bite

Dauy. No worse then they are bitten, sir: For they

haue maruellous fowle linnen

Shallow. Well conceited Dauy: about thy Businesse,

Dauy

Dauy. I beseech you sir,

To countenance William Visor of Woncot, against Clement

Perkes of the hill

Shal. There are many Complaints Dauy, against that

Visor, that Visor is an arrant Knaue, on my knowledge

Dauy. I graunt your Worship, that he is a knaue (Sir:)

But yet heauen forbid Sir, but a Knaue should haue some

Countenance, at his Friends request. An honest man sir,

is able to speake for himselfe, when a Knaue is not. I haue

seru'd your Worshippe truely sir, these eight yeares: and

if I cannot once or twice in a Quarter beare out a knaue,

against an honest man, I haue but a very litle credite with

your Worshippe. The Knaue is mine honest Friend Sir,

therefore I beseech your Worship, let him bee Countenanc'd

Shal. Go too,

I say he shall haue no wrong: Looke about Dauy.

Where are you Sir Iohn? Come, off with your Boots.

Giue me your hand M[aster]. Bardolfe

Bard. I am glad to see your Worship

Shal. I thanke thee, with all my heart, kinde Master

Bardolfe: and welcome my tall Fellow:

Come Sir Iohn

Falstaffe. Ile follow you, good Master Robert Shallow.

Bardolfe, looke to our Horsses. If I were saw'de into

Quantities, I should make foure dozen of such bearded

Hermites staues, as Master Shallow. It is a wonderfull

thing to see the semblable Coherence of his mens spirits,

and his: They, by obseruing of him, do beare themselues

like foolish Iustices: Hee, by conuersing with them, is

turn'd into a Iustice-like Seruingman. Their spirits are

so married in Coniunction, with the participation of Society,

that they flocke together in consent, like so many

Wilde-Geese. If I had a suite to Mayster Shallow, I

would humour his men, with the imputation of beeing

neere their Mayster. If to his Men, I would currie with

Maister Shallow, that no man could better command his

Seruants. It is certaine, that either wise bearing, or ignorant

Carriage is caught, as men take diseases, one of

another: therefore, let men take heede of their Companie.

I will deuise matter enough out of this Shallow, to

keepe Prince Harry in continuall Laughter, the wearing

out of sixe Fashions (which is foure Tearmes) or two Actions,

and he shall laugh with Interuallums. O it is much

that a Lye (with a slight Oath) and a iest (with a sadde

brow) will doe, with a Fellow, that neuer had the Ache

in his shoulders. O you shall see him laugh, till his Face

be like a wet Cloake, ill laid vp

Shal. Sir Iohn

Falst. I come Master Shallow, I come Master Shallow.

Exeunt.

Scena Secunda.

Enter the Earle of Warwicke, and the Lord Chiefe Iustice.

Warwicke. How now, my Lord Chiefe Iustice, whether

away?

Ch.Iust. How doth the King?

Warw. Exceeding well: his Cares

Are now, all ended

Ch.Iust. I hope, not dead

Warw. Hee's walk'd the way of Nature,

And to our purposes, he liues no more

Ch.Iust. I would his Maiesty had call'd me with him,

The seruice, that I truly did his life,

Hath left me open to all iniuries

War. Indeed I thinke the yong King loues you not

Ch.Iust. I know he doth not, and do arme my selfe

To welcome the condition of the Time,

Which cannot looke more hideously vpon me,

Then I haue drawne it in my fantasie.

Enter Iohn of Lancaster, Gloucester, and Clarence.

War. Heere come the heauy Issue of dead Harrie:

O, that the liuing Harrie had the temper

Of him, the worst of these three Gentlemen:

How many Nobles then, should hold their places,

That must strike saile, to Spirits of vilde sort?

Ch.Iust. Alas, I feare, all will be ouer-turn'd

Iohn. Good morrow Cosin Warwick, good morrow

Glou. Cla. Good morrow, Cosin

Iohn. We meet, like men, that had forgot to speake

War. We do remember: but our Argument

Is all too heauy, to admit much talke

Ioh. Well: Peace be with him, that hath made vs heauy

Ch.Iust. Peace be with vs, least we be heauier

Glou. O, good my Lord, you haue lost a friend indeed:

And I dare sweare, you borrow not that face

Of seeming sorrow, it is sure your owne

Iohn. Though no man be assur'd what grace to finde,

You stand in coldest expectation.

I am the sorrier, would 'twere otherwise

Cla. Wel, you must now speake Sir Iohn Falstaffe faire,

Which swimmes against your streame of Quality

Ch.Iust. Sweet Princes: what I did, I did in Honor,

Led by th' Imperiall Conduct of my Soule,

And neuer shall you see, that I will begge

A ragged, and fore-stall'd Remission.

If Troth, and vpright Innocency fayle me,

Ile to the King (my Master) that is dead,

And tell him, who hath sent me after him

War. Heere comes the Prince.

Enter Prince Henrie.

Ch.Iust. Good morrow: and heauen saue your Maiesty

Prince. This new, and gorgeous Garment, Maiesty,

Sits not so easie on me, as you thinke.

Brothers, you mixe your Sadnesse with some Feare:

This is the English, not the Turkish Court:

Not Amurah, an Amurah succeeds,

But Harry, Harry: Yet be sad (good Brothers)

For (to speake truth) it very well becomes you:

Sorrow, so Royally in you appeares,

That I will deeply put the Fashion on,

And weare it in my heart. Why then be sad,

But entertaine no more of it (good Brothers)

Then a ioynt burthen, laid vpon vs all.

For me, by Heauen (I bid you be assur'd)

Ile be your Father, and your Brother too:

Let me but beare your Loue, Ile beare your Cares;

But weepe that Harrie's dead, and so will I.

But Harry liues, that shall conuert those Teares

By number, into houres of Happinesse

Iohn, &c. We hope no other from your Maiesty

Prin. You all looke strangely on me: and you most,

You are (I thinke) assur'd, I loue you not

Ch.Iust. I am assur'd (if I be measur'd rightly)

Your Maiesty hath no iust cause to hate mee

Pr. No? How might a Prince of my great hopes forget

So great Indignities you laid vpon me?

What? Rate? Rebuke? and roughly send to Prison

Th' immediate Heire of England? Was this easie?

May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?

Ch.Iust. I then did vse the Person of your Father:

The Image of his power, lay then in me,

And in th' administration of his Law,

Whiles I was busie for the Commonwealth,

Your Highnesse pleased to forget my place,

The Maiesty, and power of Law, and Iustice,

The Image of the King, whom I presented,

And strooke me in my very Seate of Iudgement:

Whereon (as an Offender to your Father)

I gaue bold way to my Authority,

And did commit you. If the deed were ill,

Be you contented, wearing now the Garland,

To haue a Sonne, set your Decrees at naught?

To plucke downe Iustice from your awefull Bench?

To trip the course of Law, and blunt the Sword

That guards the peace, and safety of your Person?

Nay more, to spurne at your most Royall Image,

And mocke your workings, in a Second body?

Question your Royall Thoughts, make the case yours:

Be now the Father, and propose a Sonne:

Heare your owne dignity so much prophan'd,

See your most dreadfull Lawes, so loosely slighted;

Behold your selfe, so by a Sonne disdained:

And then imagine me, taking your part,

And in your power, soft silencing your Sonne:

After this cold considerance, sentence me;

And, as you are a King, speake in your State,

What I haue done, that misbecame my place,

My person, or my Lieges Soueraigntie

Prin. You are right Iustice, and you weigh this well:

Therefore still beare the Ballance, and the Sword:

And I do wish your Honors may encrease,

Till you do liue, to see a Sonne of mine

Offend you, and obey you, as I did.

So shall I liue, to speake my Fathers words:

Happy am I, that haue a man so bold,

That dares do Iustice, on my proper Sonne;

And no lesse happy, hauing such a Sonne,

That would deliuer vp his Greatnesse so,

Into the hands of Iustice. You did commit me:

For which, I do commit into your hand,

Th' vnstained Sword that you haue vs'd to beare:

With this Remembrance; That you vse the same

With the like bold, iust, and impartiall spirit

As you haue done 'gainst me. There is my hand,

You shall be as a Father, to my Youth:

My voice shall sound, as you do prompt mine eare,

And I will stoope, and humble my Intents,

To your well-practis'd, wise Directions.

And Princes all, beleeue me, I beseech you:

My Father is gone wilde into his Graue,

(For in his Tombe, lye my Affections)

And with his Spirits, sadly I suruiue,

To mocke the expectation of the World;

To frustrate Prophesies, and to race out

Rotten Opinion, who hath writ me downe

After my seeming. The Tide of Blood in me,

Hath prowdly flow'd in Vanity, till now.

Now doth it turne, and ebbe backe to the Sea,

Where it shall mingle with the state of Floods,

And flow henceforth in formall Maiesty.

Now call we our High Court of Parliament,

And let vs choose such Limbes of Noble Counsaile,

That the great Body of our State may go

In equall ranke, with the best gouern'd Nation,

That Warre, or Peace, or both at once may be

As things acquainted and familiar to vs,

In which you (Father) shall haue formost hand.

Our Coronation done, we will accite

(As I before remembred) all our State,

And heauen (consigning to my good intents)

No Prince, nor Peere, shall haue iust cause to say,

Heauen shorten Harries happy life, one day.

Exeunt.

Scena Tertia.

Enter Falstaffe, Shallow, Silence, Bardolfe, Page, and Pistoll.

Shal. Nay, you shall see mine Orchard: where, in an

Arbor we will eate a last yeares Pippin of my owne graffing,

with a dish of Carrawayes, and so forth. (Come Cosin

Silence, and then to bed

Fal. You haue heere a goodly dwelling, and a rich

Shal. Barren, barren, barren: Beggers all, beggers all

Sir Iohn: Marry, good ayre. Spread Dauy, spread Dauie:

Well said Dauie

Falst. This Dauie serues you for good vses: he is your

Seruingman, and your Husband

Shal. A good Varlet, a good Varlet, a very good Varlet,

Sir Iohn: I haue drunke too much Sacke at Supper. A

good Varlet. Now sit downe, now sit downe: Come

Cosin

Sil. Ah sirra (quoth-a) we shall doe nothing but eate,

and make good cheere, and praise heauen for the merrie

yeere: when flesh is cheape, and Females deere, and lustie

Lads rome heere, and there: so merrily, and euer among

so merrily

Fal. There's a merry heart, good M[aster]. Silence, Ile giue

you a health for that anon

Shal. Good M[aster]. Bardolfe: some wine, Dauie

Da. Sweet sir, sit: Ile be with you anon: most sweete

sir, sit. Master Page, good M[aster]. Page, sit: Proface. What

you want in meate, wee'l haue in drinke: but you beare,

the heart's all

Shal. Be merry M[aster]. Bardolfe, and my little Souldiour

there, be merry

Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife ha's all.

For women are Shrewes, both short, and tall:

'Tis merry in Hall, when Beards wagge all;

And welcome merry Shrouetide. Be merry, be merry

Fal. I did not thinke M[aster]. Silence had bin a man of this

Mettle

Sil. Who I? I haue beene merry twice and once, ere

now

Dauy. There is a dish of Lether-coats for you

Shal. Dauie

Dau. Your Worship: Ile be with you straight. A cup

of Wine, sir?

Sil. A Cup of Wine, that's briske and fine, & drinke

vnto the Leman mine: and a merry heart liues long-a

Fal. Well said, M[aster]. Silence

Sil. If we shall be merry, now comes in the sweete of

the night

Fal. Health, and long life to you, M[aster]. Silence

Sil. Fill the Cuppe, and let it come. Ile pledge you a

mile to the bottome

Shal. Honest Bardolfe, welcome: If thou want'st any

thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. Welcome my

little tyne theefe, and welcome indeed too: Ile drinke to

M[aster]. Bardolfe, and to all the Cauileroes about London

Dau. I hope to see London, once ere I die

Bar. If I might see you there, Dauie

Shal. You'l cracke a quart together? Ha, will you not

M[aster]. Bardolfe?

Bar. Yes Sir, in a pottle pot

Shal. I thanke thee: the knaue will sticke by thee, I

can assure thee that. He will not out, he is true bred

Bar. And Ile sticke by him, sir

Shal. Why there spoke a King: lack nothing, be merry.

Looke, who's at doore there, ho: who knockes?

Fal. Why now you haue done me right

Sil. Do me right, and dub me Knight, Samingo. Is't

not so?

Fal. 'Tis so

Sil. Is't so? Why then say an old man can do somwhat

Dau. If it please your Worshippe, there's one Pistoll

come from the Court with newes

Fal. From the Court? Let him come in.

Enter Pistoll.

How now Pistoll?

Pist. Sir Iohn, 'saue you sir

Fal. What winde blew you hither, Pistoll?

Pist. Not the ill winde which blowes none to good,

sweet Knight: Thou art now one of the greatest men in

the Realme

Sil. Indeed, I thinke he bee, but Goodman Puffe of

Barson

Pist. Puffe? puffe in thy teeth, most recreant Coward

base. Sir Iohn, I am thy Pistoll, and thy Friend: helter

skelter haue I rode to thee, and tydings do I bring, and

luckie ioyes, and golden Times, and happie Newes of

price

Fal. I prethee now deliuer them, like a man of this

World

Pist. A footra for the World, and Worldlings base,

I speake of Affrica, and Golden ioyes

Fal. O base Assyrian Knight, what is thy newes?

Let King Couitha know the truth thereof

Sil. And Robin-hood, Scarlet, and Iohn

Pist. Shall dunghill Curres confront the Hellicons?

And shall good newes be baffel'd?

Then Pistoll lay thy head in Furies lappe

Shal. Honest Gentleman,

I know not your breeding

Pist. Why then Lament therefore

Shal. Giue me pardon, Sir.

If sir, you come with news from the Court, I take it, there

is but two wayes, either to vtter them, or to conceale

them. I am Sir, vnder the King, in some Authority

Pist. Vnder which King?

Bezonian, speake, or dye

Shal. Vnder King Harry

Pist. Harry the Fourth? or Fift?

Shal. Harry the Fourth

Pist. A footra for thine Office.

Sir Iohn, thy tender Lamb-kinne, now is King,

Harry the Fift's the man, I speake the truth.

When Pistoll lyes, do this, and figge-me, like

The bragging Spaniard

Fal. What, is the old King dead?

Pist. As naile in doore.

The things I speake, are iust

Fal. Away Bardolfe, Sadle my Horse,

Master Robert Shallow, choose what Office thou wilt

In the Land, 'tis thine. Pistol, I will double charge thee

With Dignities

Bard. O ioyfull day:

I would not take a Knighthood for my Fortune

Pist. What? I do bring good newes

Fal. Carrie Master Silence to bed: Master Shallow, my

Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am Fortunes Steward.

Get on thy Boots, wee'l ride all night. Oh sweet Pistoll:

Away Bardolfe: Come Pistoll, vtter more to mee: and

withall deuise something to do thy selfe good. Boote,

boote Master Shallow, I know the young King is sick for

mee. Let vs take any mans Horsses: The Lawes of England

are at my command'ment. Happie are they, which

haue beene my Friendes: and woe vnto my Lord Chiefe

Iustice

Pist. Let Vultures vil'de seize on his Lungs also:

Where is the life that late I led, say they?

Why heere it is, welcome those pleasant dayes.

Exeunt.

Scena Quarta.

Enter Hostesse Quickly, Dol Teare-sheete, and Beadles.

Hostesse. No, thou arrant knaue: I would I might dy,

that I might haue thee hang'd: Thou hast drawne my

shoulder out of ioynt

Off. The Constables haue deliuer'd her ouer to mee:

and shee shall haue Whipping cheere enough, I warrant

her. There hath beene a man or two (lately) kill'd about

her

Dol. Nut-hooke, nut-hooke, you Lye: Come on, Ile

tell thee what, thou damn'd Tripe-visag'd Rascall, if the

Childe I now go with, do miscarrie, thou had'st better

thou had'st strooke thy Mother, thou Paper-fac'd Villaine

Host. O that Sir Iohn were come, hee would make

this a bloody day to some body. But I would the Fruite

of her Wombe might miscarry

Officer. If it do, you shall haue a dozen of Cushions

againe, you haue but eleuen now. Come, I charge you

both go with me: for the man is dead, that you and Pistoll

beate among you

Dol. Ile tell thee what, thou thin man in a Censor; I

will haue you as soundly swindg'd for this, you blewBottel'd

Rogue: you filthy famish'd Correctioner, if you

be not swing'd, Ile forsweare halfe Kirtles

Off. Come, come, you shee-Knight-arrant, come

Host. O, that right should thus o'recome might. Wel

of sufferance, comes ease

Dol. Come you Rogue, come:

Bring me to a Iustice

Host. Yes, come you staru'd Blood-hound

Dol. Goodman death, goodman Bones

Host. Thou Anatomy, thou

Dol. Come you thinne Thing:

Come you Rascall

Off. Very well.

Exeunt.

Scena Quinta.

Enter two Groomes.

1.Groo. More Rushes, more Rushes

2.Groo. The Trumpets haue sounded twice

1.Groo. It will be two of the Clocke, ere they come

from the Coronation.

Exit Groo.

Enter Falstaffe, Shallow, Pistoll, Bardolfe, and Page.

Falstaffe. Stand heere by me, M[aster]. Robert Shallow, I will

make the King do you Grace. I will leere vpon him, as

he comes by: and do but marke the countenance that hee

will giue me

Pistol. Blesse thy Lungs, good Knight

Falst. Come heere Pistol, stand behind me. O if I had

had time to haue made new Liueries, I would haue bestowed

the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But it is

no matter, this poore shew doth better: this doth inferre

the zeale I had to see him

Shal. It doth so

Falst. It shewes my earnestnesse in affection

Pist. It doth so

Fal. My deuotion

Pist. It doth, it doth, it doth

Fal. As it were, to ride day and night,

And not to deliberate, not to remember,

Not to haue patience to shift me

Shal. It is most certaine

Fal. But to stand stained with Trauaile, and sweating

with desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting

all affayres in obliuion, as if there were nothing els to bee

done, but to see him

Pist. 'Tis semper idem: for obsque hoc nihil est. 'Tis all

in euery part

Shal. 'Tis so indeed

Pist. My Knight, I will enflame thy Noble Liuer, and

make thee rage. Thy Dol, and Helen of thy noble thoghts

is in base Durance, and contagious prison: Hall'd thither

by most Mechanicall and durty hand. Rowze vppe

Reuenge from Ebon den, with fell Alecto's Snake, for

Dol is in. Pistol, speakes nought but troth

Fal. I will deliuer her

Pistol. There roar'd the Sea: and Trumpet Clangour

sounds.

The Trumpets sound. Enter King Henrie the Fift, Brothers, Lord

Chiefe

Iustice.

Falst. Saue thy Grace, King Hall, my Royall Hall

Pist. The heauens thee guard, and keepe, most royall

Impe of Fame

Fal. 'Saue thee my sweet Boy

King. My Lord Chiefe Iustice, speake to that vaine

man

Ch.Iust. Haue you your wits?

Know you what 'tis you speake?

Falst. My King, my Ioue; I speake to thee, my heart

King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy Prayers:

How ill white haires become a Foole, and Iester?

I haue long dream'd of such a kinde of man,

So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so prophane:

But being awake, I do despise my dreame.

Make lesse thy body (hence) and more thy Grace,

Leaue gourmandizing; Know the Graue doth gape

For thee, thrice wider then for other men.

Reply not to me, with a Foole-borne Iest,

Presume not, that I am the thing I was,

For heauen doth know (so shall the world perceiue)

That I haue turn'd away my former Selfe,

So will I those that kept me Companie.

When thou dost heare I am, as I haue bin,

Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou was't

The Tutor and the Feeder of my Riots:

Till then, I banish thee, on paine of death,

As I haue done the rest of my Misleaders,

Not to come neere our Person, by ten mile.

For competence of life, I will allow you,

That lacke of meanes enforce you not to euill:

And as we heare you do reforme your selues,

We will according to your strength, and qualities,

Giue you aduancement. Be it your charge (my Lord)

To see perform'd the tenure of our word. Set on.

Exit King.

Fal. Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound

Shal. I marry Sir Iohn, which I beseech you to let me

haue home with me

Fal. That can hardly be, M[aster]. Shallow, do not you grieue

at this: I shall be sent for in priuate to him: Looke you,

he must seeme thus to the world: feare not your aduancement:

I will be the man yet, that shall make you great

Shal. I cannot well perceiue how, vnlesse you should

giue me your Doublet, and stuffe me out with Straw. I

beseech you, good Sir Iohn, let mee haue fiue hundred of

my thousand

Fal. Sir, I will be as good as my word. This that you

heard, was but a colour

Shall. A colour I feare, that you will dye in, Sir Iohn

Fal. Feare no colours, go with me to dinner:

Come Lieutenant Pistol, come Bardolfe,

I shall be sent for soone at night

Ch.Iust. Go carry Sir Iohn Falstaffe to the Fleete,

Take all his Company along with him

Fal. My Lord, my Lord

Ch.Iust. I cannot now speake, I will heare you soone:

Take them away

Pist. Si fortuna me tormento, spera me contento.

Exit. Manent Lancaster and Chiefe Iustice

Iohn. I like this faire proceeding of the Kings:

He hath intent his wonted Followers

Shall all be very well prouided for:

But all are banisht, till their conuersations

Appeare more wise, and modest to the world

Ch.Iust. And so they are

Iohn. The King hath call'd his Parliament,

My Lord

Ch.Iust. He hath

Iohn. I will lay oddes, that ere this yeere expire,

We beare our Ciuill Swords, and Natiue fire

As farre as France. I heare a Bird so sing,

Whose Musicke (to my thinking) pleas'd the King.

Come, will you hence?

Exeunt.

FINIS.

EPILOGVE.

First, my Feare: then, my Curtsie: last, my Speech.

My Feare, is your Displeasure: My Curtsie, my Dutie:

And my speech, to Begge your Pardons. If you looke for a

good speech now, you vndoe me: For what I haue to say, is

of mine owne making: and what (indeed) I should say, will

(I doubt) prooue mine owne marring. But to the Purpose,

and so to the Venture. Be it knowne to you (as it is very

well) I was lately heere in the end of a displeasing Play, to pray

your

Patien for it, and to promise you a Better: I did meane (indeede) to

pay you with

thi which if (like an ill Venture) it come vnluckily home, I breake;

and you,

my Creditors lose. Heere I promist you I would be, and heere I

commit my Bodie

to your Mercies: Bate me some, and I will pay you some, and (as

most Debtors d

promise you infinitely.

If my Tongue cannot entreate you to acquit me: will you command

me to vse

my Legges? And yet that were but light payment, to Dance out of

your debt:

But

a good Conscience, will make any possible satisfaction, and so

will I. All

the

heere haue forgiuen me, if the Gentlemen will not, then the

Gentlemen

do not agree with the Gentlewomen, which was neuer seene

before, in such an

As

One word more, I beseech you: if you be not too much cloid with

Fat Meate,

our humble Author will continue the Story (with Sir Iohn in it) and

make yo

merry, with faire Katherine of France: where (for any thing I

know) Fals

shall dye of a sweat, vnlesse already he be kill'd with your hard

Opinions:

For Old-Castle dyed a Martyr, and this is not the man. My Tongue

is wearie

when my Legs are too, I will bid you good night; and so kneele

downe before

yo

But (indeed) to pray for the Queene.

THE ACTORS NAMES.