Part 2 (1/2)

[Footnote I.4: _----wrest_,] i.e., distort.]

[Footnote I.5: _----or bow your reading_,] i.e., bend your interpretation.]

[Footnote I.6: _Or nicely charge your understanding soul_] Take heed, lest by nice and subtle sophistry you burthen your knowing soul, or _knowingly burthen your soul_, with the guilt of advancing a false t.i.tle, or of maintaining, by specious fallacies, a claim which, if shown in its native and true colours, would appear to be false. --JOHNSON.]

[Footnote I.7: _----miscreate_,] Ill-begotten, illegitimate, spurious.]

[Footnote I.8: _----in approbation_] i.e., in proving and supporting that t.i.tle which shall be now set up.]

[Footnote I.9: _----imp.a.w.n our person_,] To engage and to p.a.w.n were in our author's time synonymous.]

[Footnote I.10: _----gloze_] Expound, explain.]

[Footnote I.11: _----+imbare+ their crooked t.i.tles_] i.e., to lay open, to display to view.]

[Footnote I.12: In allusion to the battle of Crecy, fought 25th August, 1346.]

[Footnote I.13: _So hath your highness;_] i.e., your highness hath indeed what they think and know you have.]

[Footnote I.14: _They of those +marches+,_] The _marches_ are the borders, the confines. Hence the _Lords Marchers_, i.e., the lords presidents of the _marches_, &c.]

[Footnote I.15: _----in few._] i.e., in short, brief.]

[Footnote I.16: _----a nimble +galliard+ won;_] A _galliard_ was an ancient dance. The word is now obsolete.]

SCENE II.--EASTCHEAP, LONDON.

_Enter BARDOLPH,(I) NYM, PISTOL, MRS. QUICKLY, and BOY, L.2 E._

_Quick._ (L.C.) Pr'ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.[17]

_Pist._ (C.) No; for my manly heart doth yearn.-- Bardolph, be blithe;--Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins; Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead, And we must yearn therefore.

_Bard._ (R.) 'Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is!

_Quick._ (C.) Sure, he's in Arthur's bosom,[18] if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. 'A made a finer end,[19] and went away, an it had been any christom child;[20] 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide:[21] for after I saw him fumble with the sheets,[22] and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a'

babbled of green fields. How now, Sir John! quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. So a' cried out--Heaven, Heaven, Heaven! three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a should not think of Heaven; I hoped, there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone.

_Nym._ (R.C.) They say he cried out of sack.

_Quick._ Ay, that 'a did.

_Bard._ And of women.

_Quick._ Nay, that 'a did not.

_Boy._ (L.) Yes, that 'a did, and said they were devils incarnate.

_Quick._ (_crosses L.C._) 'A could never abide carnation;[23] 'twas a colour he never liked.