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The Boar's-Head Tavern, Eastcheap.
[Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS]
PRINCE HENRY
Ned, prithee come out of that fat room, and lend me thy hand to laugh a
little.
POINS
Where hast been Hal?
PRINCE HENRY
With three or four loggerheads, amongst three or four score hogsheads. I have
sounded the very base-string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother to a
leash of drawers, and can call them all by their names, as Tom,
Dick, and Francis. They take it already upon their salvation, that though I
be but the prince of Wales, yet I am king of courtesy: telling me flatly I
am no proud Jack like Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good
boy, and when I am king of England, I shall command all the good lads in
Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dyeing scarlet; and when you breathe in
your watering, they cry hem, and bid you
play it off. To conclude, I am so good a proficient in one quarter of an
hour, that I can drink with any tinker in his own language during my life. I
tell thee Ned, thou hast lost much honor, that thou wert not with me in
this sweet action: But sweet Ned, to sweeten which name of Ned, I give
thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped even now into my hand by an
under-skinker, one that never spake other English in his life, than Eight
shillings and sixpencem, andm You are welcome: with this shrill addition,
Anon, anon sir, Score a pint of bastard in the Half-Moon, or so. But
Ned, to drive away the time till Falstaff come, I prithee do thou stand in
some by-room, while I question my puny drawer, to what end he gave me the
sugar, and do thou never leave calling Francis, that his tale to me may be
nothing but, Anon: step aside, and I'll show thee a precedent.
POINS
Francis.
PRINCE HENRY
Thou art perfect.
POINS
Francis.
[Exit POINS. Enter FRANCIS]
FRANCIS
Anon, anon sir; Look down into the Pomgarnet, Ralph.
PRINCE HENRY
Come hither Francis.
FRANCIS
My lord.
PRINCE HENRY
How long hast thou to serve, Francis?
FRANCIS
Forsooth five years, and as much as to--
POINS
Francis.
FRANCIS
Anon, anon sir.
PRINCE HENRY
Five years: by our lady a long lease for the clinking of pewter. But
Francis, darest thou be so valiant, as to play the coward with thy indenture,
and show it a fair pair of heels, and run from it?
FRANCIS
O Lord sir, I'll be sworn upon all the books in England, I could find in my
heart.
POINS
Francis.
FRANCIS
Anon, anon sir.
PRINCE HENRY
How old art thou, Francis?
FRANCIS
Let me see, about Michaelmas next I shall be--
POINS
Francis.
FRANCIS
Anon sir. Pray you stay a little, my lord.
PRINCE HENRY
Nay but hark you Francis, for the sugar thou gavst me,'twas a pennyworth,
was it not?
FRANCIS
O Lord sir, I would it had been two.
PRINCE HENRY
I will give thee for it a thousand pound: ask me when thou wilt, and thou
shalt have it.
POINS
Francis.
FRANCIS
Anon, anon.
PRINCE HENRY
Anon Francis? No Francis, but tomorrow Francis: or Francis, on Thursday:
or indeed Francis when thou wilt. But Francis.
FRANCIS
My lord.
PRINCE HENRY
Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crystal-button, not-pated, agate-ring,
puke-stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch.
FRANCIS
O Lord sir, who do you mean?
PRINCE HENRY
Why then your brown bastard is your only drink: for look you Francis,
your white canvas doublet will sully. In Barbary sir, it cannot come to so
much.
FRANCIS
What sir?
POINS
Francis.
PRINCE HENRY
Away you rogue, dost thou not hear them call?
[Here they both call him; the drawer stands amazed, not knowing which way to
go. Enter Vintner]
VINTNER
What, standst thou still, and hearst such a calling? Look to the guests
within: My lord, old Sir John with half a dozen more, are at the door:
shall I let them in?
PRINCE HENRY
Let them alone awhile, and then open the door. Poins.
[Enter POINS]
POINS
Anon, anon sir.
PRINCE HENRY
Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves, are at the door, shall we be
merry?
POINS
As merry as crickets my lad. But hark ye, what cunning match have you made
with this jest of the drawer? come, what's the issue?
PRINCE HENRY
I am now of all humors, that have showed themselves humors, since the old days
of goodman Adam, to the pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.
What's o'clock Francis?
FRANCIS
Anon, anon sir.
PRINCE HENRY
That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son
of a woman. His industry is upstairs and downstairs, his eloquence the
parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the
north, he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast,
washes his hands, and says to his wife; Fie upon this quiet life, I want
work. O my sweet Harry says she, how many hast thou killed today? Give my
roan horse a drench (says he) and answers, some fourteen, an hour
after: a trifle, a trifle. I prithee call in Falstaff, I'll play Percy,
and that damned brawn shall play Dame Mortimer his wife. Rivo, says the
drunkard. Call in ribs, call in tallow.
[Enter FALSTAFF, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH, and PETO; FRANCIS following with wine]
POINS
Welcome Jack, where hast thou been?
FALSTAFF
A plague of all cowards I say, and a vengeance too, marry and amen. Give
me a cup of sack boy. Ere I lead this life long, I'll sew nether stocks, and
mend them too. A plague of all cowards, Give me a cup of sack,
rogue. Is there no virtue extant?
PRINCE HENRY
Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter, pitiful-hearted Titan
that melted at the sweet tale of the sun? if thou didst, then behold that
compound.
FALSTAFF
You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: there is nothing but roguery to be
found in villanous man; yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime. A villanous coward, Go thy ways old Jack, die when thou wilt, if
manhood, good manhood be not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a
shotten herring: There live not three good men unhanged in England. And one
of them is fat, and grows old, God help the while, a bad world I say. I
would I were a weaver, I could sing all manner of songs. A plague of all
cowards, I say still.
PRINCE HENRY
How now wool-sack, what mutter you?
FALSTAFF
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?
PRINCE HENRY
Why you whoreson round man? what's the matter?
FALSTAFF
Are not you a coward? answer me to that, and Poins there?
POINS
Ye fat paunch, and ye call me coward, I'll stab thee.
FALSTAFF
I call thee coward? I'll see thee damned ere I call thee coward: but I would
give a thousand pound I could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight
enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your back: call you that
backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing: give me them that will
face me. Give me a cup of sack, I am a rogue if I drunk today.
PRINCE HENRY
O villain, thy lips are scarce wiped, since thou drunkst last.
FALSTAFF
All's one for that. [he drinks]
A plague of all cowards still, say I.
PRINCE HENRY
What's the matter?
FALSTAFF
What's the matter? Here be four of us, have tane a thousand pound this
day morning.
PRINCE HENRY
Where is it, Jack? where is it?
FALSTAFF
Where is it? taken from us, it is: a hundred upon poor four of us.
PRINCE HENRY
What, a hundred, man?
FALSTAFF
I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a dozen of them two hours
together. I have scaped 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, ecce signum. I never dealt better since I was a man:
all would not do. A plague of all cowards: Let them speak; if they speak
more or less than truth, they are villains, and the sons of darkness.
PRINCE HENRY
Speak sirs, how was it?
GADSHILL
We four set upon some dozen.
FALSTAFF
Sixteen at least, my lord.
GADSHILL
And bound them.
PETO
No, no, they were not bound.
FALSTAFF
You rogue, they were bound, every man of them, or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew
Jew.
GADSHILL
As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh men set upon us.
FALSTAFF
And unbound the rest, and then come in the other.
PRINCE HENRY
What, fought you with them all?
FALSTAFF
All? I know not what you 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 am I no two-legged creature.
PRINCE HENRY
Pray Heaven, you have not murdered some of them.
FALSTAFF
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.
PRINCE HENRY
What, four? thou saidst but two, even now.
FALSTAFF
Four Hal, I told thee four.
POINS
Aye, aye, he said four.
FALSTAFF
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.
PRINCE HENRY
Seven? why, there were but four even now.
FALSTAFF
In buckram.
POINS
Aye, four, in buckram suits.
FALSTAFF
Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else.
PRINCE HENRY
Prithee let him alone, we shall have more anon.
FALSTAFF
Dost thou hear me, Hal?
PRINCE HENRY
Aye, and mark thee too, Jack.
FALSTAFF
Do so, for it is worth the listening to: These nine in buckram that I told
thee of.
PRINCE HENRY
So, two more already.
FALSTAFF
Their points being broken.
POINS
Down fell their hose.
FALSTAFF
Began to give me ground: but I followed me close, came in foot and hand; and
with a thought, seven of the eleven I paid.
PRINCE HENRY
O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two?
FALSTAFF
But as the devil would have it, three misbegotten 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.
PRINCE HENRY
These lies are like their father that begets them, gross as a mountain,
open, palpable. Why, thou clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou
whoreson obscene grease tallow-catch.
FALSTAFF
What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth, the truth?
PRINCE HENRY
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 sayst thou to
this?
POINS
Come, your reason Jack, your reason.
FALSTAFF
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 plentiful as blackberries, I would give no
man a reason upon compulsion, I.
PRINCE HENRY
I'll be no longer guilty of this sin. This sanguine coward, this
bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh.
FALSTAFF
Away you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's
pizzle, you stock-fish: O for breath to utter. What is like thee? You
tailor's-yard, you sheath you bowcase, you vile standing-tuck.
PRINCE HENRY
Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again: and when thou hast tired thyself
in base comparisons, hear me speak but this.
POINS
Mark Jack.
PRINCE HENRY
We two, saw you four set on four and 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, outfaced you from your prize, and have it:
yea, and can show it you here in the house. And Falstaff, you carried your
guts away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roared for mercy, and still
run and roared, as ever I heard bull-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?
POINS
Come, let's hear Jack: what trick hast thou now?
FALSTAFF
I knew ye as well as he that made ye. Why hear ye my
masters, 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
instinct, the lion will not touch the true prince: Instinct is a great
matter. I was now a coward on instinct: I shall think the better of myself,
and thee, during my life: I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
But lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess, clap to the
doors: watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold,
all the titles of good fellowship come to you. What, shall we be merry?
shall we have a play extempore.
PRINCE HENRY
Content, and the argument shall be, thy running away.
FALSTAFF
Ah, no more of that Hal, and thou lovst me.
[Enter Hostess]
HOSTESS
My lord, the prince?
PRINCE HENRY
How now my lady the hostess, what sayst thou to me?
HOSTESS
Marry, my lord; there is a nobleman of the court at door would speak with
you: he says, he comes from your father.
PRINCE HENRY
Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and send him back again to my
mother.
FALSTAFF
What manner of man is he?
HOSTESS
An old man.
FALSTAFF
What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Shall I give him his answer?
PRINCE HENRY
Prithee do Jack.
FALSTAFF
'Faith, and I'll send him packing.
[Exit FALSTAFF]
PRINCE HENRY
Now sirs: you fought fair; so did you Peto, so did you
Bardolph: you are lions too, you ran away upon instinct: you will not touch
the true prince; no, fie.
BARDOLPH
'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.
PRINCE HENRY
Tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff's sword so hacked?
PETO
Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would swear truth out of
England, but he would make you believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us
to do the like.
BARDOLPH
Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass, to make them bleed, and then
to beslubber our garments with it, and swear it was the blood of true men. I
did that I did not this seven years before, I blushed to hear his monstrous
devices.
PRINCE HENRY
O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years ago, and wert taken
with the manner, and ever since thou hast blushed extempore: Thou hadst fire
and sword on thy side, and yet thou ranst away; what instinct hadst thou
for it?
BARDOLPH
My lord, do you see these meteors? do you behold these exhalations?
PRINCE HENRY
I do.
BARDOLPH
What think you they portend?
PRINCE HENRY
Hot livers, and cold purses.
BARDOLPH
Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.
PRINCE HENRY
No, if rightly taken, halter. Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone.
How now my sweet creature of bombast, How long is it ago, Jack, since thou
sawest thine own knee?
[Enter FALSTAFF]
FALSTAFF
My own knee? When I was about thy years (Hal) I was not an eagle's talon in
the waist, I could have crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: a plague of
sighing and grief, it blows a man up like a bladder. There's villanous news
abroad: here was Sir John Bracy from your father; you must to the court in
the morning. That same mad fellow of the north, Percy; and he of Wales, that
gave Amamon the bastinado, and made Lucifer cuckold, and swore the devil his
true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh hook; what a plague call you him?
POINS
O, Glendower.
FALSTAFF
Owen, Owen, the same, and his son-in-law Mortimer, and old Northumberland,
and that sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs on horseback up a hill
perpendicular.
PRINCE HENRY
He that rides at high speed, and with his pistol kills a sparrow flying.
FALSTAFF
You have hit it.
PRINCE HENRY
So did he never the sparrow.
FALSTAFF
Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; he will not run.
PRINCE HENRY
Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so for running?
FALSTAFF
On horseback (ye cuckoo) but afoot he will not budge a foot.
PRINCE HENRY
Yes Jack, upon instinct.
FALSTAFF
I grant ye, upon instinct: Well, he is there too, and one Mordake, and a
thousand blue-caps more. Worcester is stolen away by night: thy father's
beard is turned white with the news; you may buy land now as cheap as
stinking mackerel.
PRINCE HENRY
Then 'tis like, if there come a hot sun, and this civil buffeting
hold, we shall buy maidenheads as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds.
FALSTAFF
By the mass lad, thou sayst true it is like we shall have good trading
that way. But tell me Hal, art not thou horrible afeard? thou being
heir-apparent, could the world pick thee out three such enemies again as
that fiend Douglas, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou
not horrible afraid? doth not thy blood thrill at it?
PRINCE HENRY
Not a whit: I lack some of thy instinct.
FALSTAFF
Well, thou wilt be horribly chid tomorrow, when thou comest to thy father: if
thou do love me, practice an answer.
PRINCE HENRY
Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon the particulars of my life.
FALSTAFF
Shall I? content: this chair shall be my state, this dagger my scepter, and
this cushion my crown.
PRINCE HENRY
Thy state is taken for a joined-stool, thy golden scepter for a leaden
dagger, and thy precious rich crown, for a pitiful bald crown.
FALSTAFF
Well, and the fire of grace be not quite out of thee now shalt thou be
moved. Give me a cup of sack to make mine eyes look red, that it may be
thought I have wept, for I must speak in passion, and I will do it in King
Cambyses' vein.
PRINCE HENRY
Well, here is my leg.
FALSTAFF
And here is my speech: Stand aside nobility.
HOSTESS
This is excellent sport, in faith.
FALSTAFF
Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.
HOSTESS
O the father, how he holds his countenance?
FALSTAFF
For God's sake lords, convey my tristful queen, For tears do stop the
flood-gates of her eyes.
HOSTESS
O rare, he doth it as like one of these harlotry players, as ever I see.
FALSTAFF
Peace good pint-pot, peace good tickle-brain. Harry, I do not only marvel
where thou spendest thy time; but also, how thou art accompanied: for though
the camomile, the more it is trodden, the faster it grows; yet youth, the
more it is wasted, the sooner it wears. Thou art my son: I have partly
thy mother's word, partly my opinion; but chiefly, a villanous trick of
thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me. If
then thou be son to me, here lieth the point: why, being son to me, art thou
so pointed at? Shall the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher and eat
blackberries? a question not to be asked. Shall the son of England prove a
thief, and take purses? a question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry,
which thou hast often heard of, and it is known to many in our land, by the
name of pitch: this pitch (as ancient writers do report) doth defile; so
doth the company thou keepest: for Harry, now I do not speak to thee in
drink, but in tears; not in pleasure, but in passion; not in words only, but
in woes also: and yet there is a virtuous man, whom I have often noted in thy
company, but I know not his name.
PRINCE HENRY
What manner of man, an it like your majesty?
FALSTAFF
A goodly portly man in faith, and a corpulent, of a cheerful look, a
pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage, and as I think, his age some fifty,
or (by our lady) inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, his name
is Falstaff: if that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for
Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be known by the
fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then peremptorily I speak it, there is
virtue in that Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell me now,
thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast thou been this month?
PRINCE HENRY
Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me, and I'll play my father.
FALSTAFF
Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so majestically, both in word
and matter, hang me up by the heels for a rabbit-sucker, or a poulter's hare.
PRINCE HENRY
Well, here I am set.
FALSTAFF
And here I stand: judge my masters.
PRINCE HENRY
Now Harry, whence come you?
FALSTAFF
My noble lord, from Eastcheap.
PRINCE HENRY
The complaints I hear of thee, are grievous.
FALSTAFF
In faith, my lord, they are false: nay, I'll tickle ye for a young prince.
PRINCE HENRY
Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth nere look on me: Thou art
violently carried away from grace: there is a devil haunts thee, in the
likeness of an old fat man; a tun of man is thy companion: Why dost thou
converse with that trunk of humors, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that
swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed
cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in his
belly, that reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that
vanity in years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack, and drink it? wherein
neat and cleanly, but to carve a capon, and eat it? wherein cunning, but in
craft? wherein crafty, but in villany? wherein villanous, but in all things?
wherein worthy, but in nothing?
FALSTAFF
I would your grace would take me with you: whom means your grace?
PRINCE HENRY
That villanous abominable misleader of youth, Falstaff, that old
white-bearded Satan.
FALSTAFF
My lord, the man I know.
PRINCE HENRY
I know thou dost.
FALSTAFF
But to say, I know more harm in him than in myself, were to say more than I
know. That he is old (the more the pity) his white hairs do witness it: but
that he is (saving your reverence) a whoremaster, that I utterly deny. If
sack and sugar be a fault, Heaven help the wicked: if to be old and merry, be a
sin, then many an old host that I know is damned: if to be fat, be to be
hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord, banish
Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack
Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more
valiant, being as he is old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's
company, banish not him thy Harry's company: banish plump Jack, and banish
all the world.
PRINCE HENRY
I do, I will.
[A knocking heard. Exeunt Hostess, FRANCIS, and BARDOLPH. Enter BARDOLPH,
running]
BARDOLPH
O, my lord, my lord, the sheriff, with a most monstrous watch, is at the door.
FALSTAFF
Out ye rogue, Play out the play: I have much to say in the behalf of that
Falstaff.
[Enter the Hostess]
HOSTESS
O, my lord, my lord!
PRINCE HENRY
Heigh, heigh, the devil rides upon a fiddlestick: what's the matter?
HOSTESS
The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they are come to search the
house, shall I let them in?
FALSTAFF
Dost thou hear Hal, never call a true piece of gold a counterfeit: thou art
essentially mad, without seeming so.
PRINCE HENRY
And thou a natural coward, without instinct.
FALSTAFF
I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff, so: if not, let him enter.
If I become not a cart as well, as another man, a plague on my bringing up: I
hope I shall as soon be strangled with a halter, as another.
PRINCE HENRY
Go hide thee behind the arras, the rest walk up above. Now my masters, for
a true face and good conscience.
FALSTAFF
Both which I have had: but their date is out, and therefore I'll hide me.
PRINCE HENRY
Call in the sheriff.
Now, master sheriff, what is your will with me?
[Exeunt all except PRINCE HENRY and PETO. Enter Sheriff and the Carrier]
SHERIFF
First pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry hath followed certain men unto this
house.
PRINCE HENRY
What men?
SHERIFF
One of them is well known, my gracious lord, a gross fat man.
CARRIER
As fat as butter.
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Indeed,| my lord,| I think | it be two | o'clock.
[Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier]
PRINCE HENRY
This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's: go call him forth.
PETO
Falstaff? Fast asleep behind the arras, and snorting like a horse.
PRINCE HENRY
Hark, how hard he fetches breath: Search his pockets. What hast thou found?
PETO
Nothing but papers, my lord.
PRINCE HENRY
Let's see, what be they? read them.
PETO
Item, A capon. Two shillings, two pence.
Item, Sauce. Four pence.
Item, Sack, two gallons. Five shillings, eight pence.
Item, Anchovies and sack after supper. Two shillings, six pence.
Item, Bread. One half penny.
PRINCE HENRY
O monstrous, but one half-penny-worth of bread to this intolerable deal of
sack? What there is else, keep close, we'll read it at more advantage: there
let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the morning: we must all to the
wars, and thy place shall be honorable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge
of foot, and I know his death will be a march of twelve-score. The money
shall be paid back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning:
and so good morrow Peto.
[Exeunt]
PETO
Good morrow, good my lord.