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hanged in England; and one of them is fat, and grows old. Heaven help the while; a bad world I say. A plague of all cowards, I say still.

P. Hen. How now, wool-sack! what mutter you?

Fal. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy subjects afore thee, like a flock of wild geese, I'll never wear hair on my face more! you Prince of Wales!

P. Hen. Why, what's the matter?

Fal. Are you not a coward? answer me that.
P. Hen. If you call me coward, I'll stab thee.

Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee hanged ere I'll call thee coward; but I would give a thousand pound, I could run as fast as thou canst. You're straight enough in the shoulders; you care not who sees your back. Call you that backing your friends? A plague upon such backing! Give me them that will face me. Give me a cup of sack;

rogue, if I drunk to-day.

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P. Hen. O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou drank'st last.

Fal. All's one for that. [He drinks.] A plague of all cowards, still say I.

P. Hen. What's the matter?

Fal. What's the matter? here be four of us have ta'en a thousand pound this morning.

P. Hen. Where is it? Jack, where is it? Fal. Where is it? taken from us, it is four of us.

P. Hen. What! a hundred, man ?

; a hundred

upon

Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a dozen of them two hours together. I have escaped by miracle. I am eight times thrust through the doublet; four, through the hose; my buckler cut through and through; my sword hacked like a hand-saw. I never dealt better since I was a man; all would not do. A plague of all cowards!

P. Hen. What! fought you with them all?

Fal. All! I know not what ye call all; but if I fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish; if there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old Jack, then I am no two-legged creature.

P. Hen. Pray Heaven, you have not murdered some of them!

Fal. Nay, that's past praying for. I have peppered two of them; two, I am sure, I have paid; two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal,-if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward; here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive

at me,

P. Hen. What, four? thou saidst but two, even now.
Fal. Four, Hal; I told thee four. These four came all

a-front, and mainly thrust at me.

I made no more ado, but

took all their seven points in my target, thus.

P. Hen. Seven! why there were but four, even now.
Fal. In buckram?

P. Hen. Ay, four, in buckram suits.

Fal. Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else. Dost thou hear me, Hal?

P. Hen. Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.

Fal. Do so, for it's worth the listening to. These nine in buckram, that I told thee of,

P. Hen. So, two more already.

Fal. Their points being broken, began to give me ground; but I followed me close, came in foot and hand, and, with 2. thought, seven of the eleven I paid.

P. Hen. O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!

Fal. But as Satan would have it, three mis-begotten knaves, in Kendal-green, came at my back, and let drive at me; for it was so dark, Hal, that thou couldst not see thy hand.

P. Hen. These lies are like the father that begets them; gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why thou clay-brained heap; thou knotty-pated fool

Fal. What! art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth, the truth?

P. Hen. Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal-green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy hand? Come, tell us your reason; what sayest thou to this? Come, your reason, Jack, your reason.

Fal. What! upon compulsion? No; were I at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason on compulsion.

P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin. This sanguine coward, this horse-back breaker, this huge hill of flesh

Fal. Away you starveling, you elf skin, you dried beef tongue, you stock-fish! O, for breath to utter what is like thee!

P. Hen. Well, breathe a while, and then to it again; and, when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons, hear me speak but this: Poins and I saw you four set on four; you bound them, and were masters of their wealth; mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. Then did we two set on you four, and, with a word, out-faced you from your prize, and have it; yea, and can show it you here in the house. And, Falstaff, you carried yourself away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roared for mercy, and still ran and roared, as ever I heard a calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy ́sword as thou hast done, and then say, it was in fight! What trick, what device, what starting hole canst thou now find out, to hide thee from this open and apparent shame?

Fal. Ha ha! ha! D'ye think I did not know ye? I .know you as well as he that made you. Why, hear ye, my master, was it for me to kill the heir apparent? Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules; but beware of instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince; instinct is a great matter; I was a coward on instinct, I grant you; and I shall think the better of myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince. But I am glad you have the money. Let us clap to the doors; watch to-night, pray to-morrow. What, shall we be merry? shall we have a play extempore? P. Hen. Content! and the argument shall be thy running

away.

Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an' thou lovest me.

Falstaff, although corrupt, had power to please; he was a coward and a boaster. By turning vice into laughter, he led astray King Henry.

92. A SCENE FROM WILLIAM TELL.-Knowles.

GESLER, the tyrant; SARNEM, his officer, and WM. TELL, a Swiss peasant.

Sarnem. Down, slave, upon thy knees before the Governor, And beg for mercy.

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Ges. (To Tell.) Why speakest thou not?

Tell. For wonder.

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Tell. Yes, that thou shouldst seem a man.
Ges. What should I seem?

Tell A monster.

Ges. Ha! Beware! think on thy chains.

Tell. Though they were double and did weigh me down, Prostrate to earth, methinks I could rise up

Erect, with nothing but the honest pride
Of telling thee, usurper, to thy teeth,

Thou art a monster. Think on my chains!
How came they on me?

Ges. Darest thou question me?

Tell.

Ges.

Darest thou answer?

Beware my vengeance.

Tell. Can it more than kill?
Ges. And is not that enough?
Tell. No, not enough,-

It cannot take away the grace
of life;
The comeliness of look that virtue gives-
Its port erect, with consciousness of truth-
Its rich attire of honorable deeds-

Its fair report that's rife on good men's tongues;
It cannot lay its hand on these, no more

Than it can pluck his brightness from the sun,
Or with polluted finger tarnish it.

Ges.

But it can make thee writhe.

Tell. It may, and I may say,

Go on, though it should make me groan again.
Ges. Whence comest thou?

Tell. From the mountains.

Ges. Can'st thou tell me any news from them?
Tell. Ay, they watch no more the avalanche.
Ges. Why so?

Tell. Because they look for thee. The hurricane

Comes unawares upon them; from its bed

The torrent breaks, and finds them in its track.

Ges. What then?

Tell. They thank kind Providence it is not thou. Thou hast perverted nature in them.

The earth

Presents her fruits to them, and is not thanked.
The harvest sun is constant, and they scarce
Return his smile. Their flocks and herds increase,
And they look on as men who count a loss.
There's not a blessing Heaven vouchsafes them, but
The thought of thee doth wither to a curse,
As something they must lose, and had far better
Lack.

Ges. 'Tis well. I'd have them as their hills
That never smile, though wanton summer tempt
Them e'er so much.

Tell.

Ges.

But they do sometimes smile.
Ah! when is that?

Tell. When they do pray

for vengeance.

Ges. Dare they pray for that?

Tell. They dare, and they expect it too.
Ges. From whence?

Tell.

From Heaven and their true hearts.

Ges. (To Sarnem.)

Lead in his son. Now will I take

Exquisite vengeance. (To Tell as the boy enters.) I have

destined him

To die along with thee.

Tell. To die? for what? he's but a child.

Ges. He's thine, however.

Tell. He is an only child.

Ges. So much the easier to crush the race.

Tell. He may have a mother.

Ges.

So the viper hath;

And yet who spares it for the mother's sake?

Tell. I talk to stone. I'll talk to it no more;

Come, my boy, I taught thee how to live,

I'll teach thee how to die.

Ges. But first I'd see thee make

A trial of thy skill, with that same bow.
Thy arrows never miss, 'tis said.

Tell. What is the trial?

Ges. Thou look'st upon thy boy, as though thou guessedst it.

Tell. Look upon my boy! What mean you?

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