Falstaffe.
Bardolph, am I not falne away vilely, since this
last action? doe I not bate? doe I not dwindle?
Bardolph.
Sir Iohn, you are so fretfull, you cannot liue
long.
Falstaffe.
Why there is it: Come, sing me a bawdy Song,
make me merry:
Falstaffe.
I was as vertuously giuen, as a Gentleman
need to be; vertuous enough, swore little, dic'd not
aboue seuen times a weeke,
Falstaffe.
went to a Bawdy-house not
aboue once in a quarter of an houre,
Falstaffe.
payd Money that I
borrowed, three or foure times;
Falstaffe.
liued well, and in good
compasse: and now I liue out of all order, out of compasse.
Bardolph.
Why, you are so fat, Sir Iohn, that you must
needes bee out of all compasse; out of all reasonable
compasse, Sir Iohn.
Falstaffe.
Doe thou amend thy Face, and Ile amend thy
Life.
Falstaffe.
How now Lad? is the Winde in that Doore?
Must we all march?
Prince Hal.
I haue procured thee Iacke, a Charge of Foot.
Falstaffe.
I would it had beene of Horse.
Prince Hal.
Bardolph.
Bardolph.
My Lord.
Prince Hal.
Go beare this Letter to Lord Iohn of Lancaster
To my Brother Iohn. This to my Lord of Westmerland,
Prince Hal.
Go Peto, to horse: for thou, and I,
Haue thirtie miles to ride yet ere dinner time.
Prince Hal.
Iacke, meet me to morrow in the Temple Hall
At two a clocke in the afternoone,
Prince Hal.
There shalt thou know thy Charge, and there receiue
Money and Order for their Furniture.
Prince Hal.
The Land is burning, Percie stands on hye,
And either they, or we must lower lye.
Falstaffe.
Rare words! braue world.
Hostesse, my breakfast, come:
Oh, I could wish this Tauerne were my drumme.