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and then I shall have no strength to repent。 An I have not forgotten what 

the inside of a church is made of; I am a peppercorn; a brewer's horse。 The 

inside of a church! Company; villanous company; hath been the spoil of 

me。 Bard。 Sir John; you are so fretful you cannot live long。 Fal。 Why; there 

is it! Come; sing me a bawdy song; make me merry。 I was as virtuously 

given as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough: swore little; dic'd not 

above seven   times   a   week;   went   to   a   bawdy  house   not   above   once   in   a 

quarter… of an hour; paid money that I borrowed… three or four times; lived 

well;   and   in   good   compass;   and   now   I   live   out   of   all   order;   out   of   all 

compass。 Bard。 Why; you are so fat; Sir John; that you must needs be out 

of   all   compass…   out   of   all   reasonable   compass;   Sir   John。   Fal。   Do   thou 

amend thy face; and I'll amend my life。 Thou art our admiral; thou bearest 

the lantern in the poop… but 'tis in the nose of thee。 Thou art the Knight of 

the Burning Lamp。 Bard。 Why; Sir John; my face does you no harm。 Fal。 

No;   I'll   be   sworn。   I   make   as   good   use   of   it   as   many   a   man   doth   of   a 

death's…head   or   a   memento   mori。   I   never   see   thy   face   but   I   think   upon 

hellfire and Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his robes; burning; 

burning。 if thou wert any way given to virtue; I would swear by thy face; 

my oath should be 'By this fire; that's God's angel。' But thou art altogether 

given over; and wert indeed; but for the light in thy face; the son of utter 

darkness。 When thou ran'st up Gadshill in the night to catch my horse; if I 

did not think thou hadst been an ignis fatuus or a ball of wildfire; there's 

no   purchase   in   money。   O;   thou   art   a   perpetual   triumph;   an   everlasting 

bonfire…light! Thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and torches; 

walking with thee in the night betwixt tavern and tavern; but the sack that 

thou   hast   drunk   me   would   have   bought   me   lights   as   good   cheap   at   the 

dearest chandler's in Europe。 I have maintained that salamander of yours 



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with fire any time this two…and…thirty years。 God reward me for it! Bard。 

'Sblood; I would my face were in your belly! Fal。 God…a…mercy! so should 

I be sure to be heart…burn'd。 

       Enter Hostess。 

       How now; Dame Partlet the hen? Have you enquir'd yet who pick'd 

my   pocket?   Host。  Why;   Sir   John;   what   do   you   think;   Sir   John?   Do   you 

think I keep thieves in my house? I have search'd; I have enquired; so has 

my husband; man by man; boy by boy; servant by servant。 The tithe of a 

hair was never lost in my house before。 Fal。 Ye lie; hostess。 Bardolph was 

shav'd and lost many a hair; and I'll be sworn my pocket was pick'd。 Go to; 

you are a woman; go! Host。 Who; I? No; I defy thee! God's light; I was 

never   call'd   so   in   mine   own   house   before!   Fal。   Go   to;   I   know   you   well 

enough。 Host。 No; Sir John; you do not know me; Sir John。 I know you; 

Sir   John。 You   owe   me   money;   Sir   John;   and   now   you   pick   a   quarrel   to 

beguile me of it。 I bought you a dozen of shirts to your back。 Fal。 Dowlas; 

filthy dowlas! I have given them away to bakers' wives; they have made 

bolters   of   them。   Host。   Now;   as   I   am   a   true   woman;   holland   of   eight 

shillings an ell。 You owe money here besides; Sir John; for your diet and 

by…drinkings; and money lent you; four…and…twenty pound。 Fal。 He had his 

part of it; let   him pay。 Host。 He? Alas; he is poor;   he hath nothing。  Fal。 

How? Poor? Look upon his face。 What call you rich? Let them coin his 

nose; let them coin his cheeks。 I'll not pay a denier。 What; will you make a 

younker of me? Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my 

pocket pick'd? I have lost a seal…ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark。 

Host。 O Jesu; I have heard the Prince tell him; I know not how oft; that 

that ring was copper! Fal。 How? the Prince is a Jack; a sneak…cup。 'Sblood; 

an he were here; I would cudgel him like a dog if he would say so。 

       Enter   the   Prince   'and   Poins';   marching;   and   Falstaff   meets   them; 

playing upon his truncheon like a fife。 

       How now; lad? Is the wind in that door; i' faith? Must we all march? 

Bard。 Yea; two and two; Newgate fashion。 Host。 My lord; I pray you hear 

me。 Prince。 What say'st thou; Mistress Quickly? How doth thy husband? I 

love him  well;   he   is   an   honest   man。   Host。  Good   my  lord;   hear   me。   Fal。 

Prithee let   her   alone and   list   to me。   Prince。 What say'st   thou;   Jack?   Fal。 



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The   other   night   I   fell   asleep   here   behind   the   arras   and   had   my   pocket 

pick'd。 This house is turn'd bawdy house; they pick pockets。 Prince。 What 

didst thou lose; Jack? Fal。 Wilt thou believe me; Hal? Three or four bonds 

of forty pound apiece and a seal…ring of my grandfather's。 Prince。 A trifle; 

some eightpenny matter。 Host。 So I told him; my lord; and I said I heard 

your Grace say so; and; my lord; he speaks most vilely of you; like a foul… 

mouth'd man as he is; and said he would cudgel you。 Prince。 What! he did 

not?   Host。   There's   neither   faith;   truth;   nor   womanhood   in   me   else。   Fal。 

There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune; nor no more truth in 

thee than in a drawn fox; and for woman…hood; Maid Marian may be the 

deputy's wife of the ward to thee。 Go; you thing; go! Host。 Say; what thing? 

what thing? Fal。 What thing? Why; a thing to thank God on。 Host。 I am no 

thing   to   thank   God   on;   I   would   thou   shouldst   know   it!   I   am   an   honest 

man's wife; and; setting thy knight…hood aside; thou art a knave to call me 

so。 Fal。 Setting thy womanhood aside; thou art a beast to say otherwise。 

Host。 Say; what beast; thou knave; thou? Fal。 What beast? Why; an otter。 

Prince。 An otter; Sir John? Why an otter? Fal。 Why; she's neither fish nor 

flesh; a man knows not where to have her。 Host。 Thou art an unjust man in 

saying so。 Thou or any man knows where to have me; thou knave; thou! 

Prince。 Thou say'st true; hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly。 Host。 

So he doth you; my lord; and said this other day you ought him a thousand 

pound。 Prince。  Sirrah; do   I owe   you a   thousand pound?   Fal。 A thousand 

pound;  Hal? A  million! Thy  love   is   worth   a   million;   thou owest   me   thy 

love。 Host。 Nay; my lord; he call'd you Jack and said he would cudgel you。 

Fal。 Did I; Bardolph? Bard。 Indeed; Sir John; you said so。 Fal。 Yea。 if he 

said my ring was copper。 Prince。 I say; 'tis copper。 Darest thou be as good 

as thy word now? Fal。 Why; Hal; thou knowest; as thou art but man; I dare; 

but as thou art Prince; I fear thee as I fear the roaring of the lion's whelp。 

Prince。 And why not as the lion? Fal。 The King himself is to be feared as 

the lion。 Dost thou think I'll fear thee as I fear thy father? Nay; an I do; I 

pray God my girdle break。 Prince。 O; if it should; how would thy guts fall 

about thy knees! But; sirrah; there's no room for faith; truth; nor honesty in 

this   bosom   of   thine。   It   is   all   fill'd   up   with   guts   and   midriff。   Charge   an 

honest woman with picking thy pocket? Why; thou whoreson; impudent; 



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emboss'd rascal; if there were anything in thy pocket but tavern reckonings; 

memorandums of bawdy houses; and one poor pennyworth of sugar candy 

to   make   thee   long…winded…   if   thy   pocket   were   enrich'd   with   any   other 

injuries but these; I am a villain。 And yet you will stand to it; you will not 

pocket up wrong。 Art thou not ashamed? Fal。 Dost thou hear; Hal? Thou 

knowest in the state of innocency Adam fell; and what should poor Jack 

Falstaff   do   in   the   days   of   villany?   Thou   seest   I   have   more   flesh   than 

another man; and therefore more frailty。 You confess then; you pick'd my 

pocket? Prince。 It appears so by the story。 Fal。 Hostess; I forgive thee。 Go 

make ready breakfast。 Love thy husband; look to thy servants; cherish thy 

guests。 Thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason。 Thou seest I am 

pacified。   …Still?…   Nay;   prithee   be   gone。   'Exit   Hostess。'   Now;   Hal;   to   the 

news at court。 For the robbery; lad… how is that answered? Prince。 O my 

sweet   beef;   I   must   still   be   good   angel   to   thee。   The   money   is   paid   back 

again。 Fal。 O; I do not li

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