King Henry IV, Part 2. Уильям Шекспир

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          Doth this become your place, your time, and business?

          You should have been well on your way to York.

          Stand from him, fellow; wherefore hang'st thou upon him?

        HOSTESS. O My most worshipful lord, an't please your Grace, I

      am a

          poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.

        CHIEF JUSTICE. For what sum?

        HOSTESS. It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all – all

      I

          have. He hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all

      my

          substance into that fat belly of his. But I will have some of

      it

          out again, or I will ride thee a nights like a mare.

        FALSTAFF. I think I am as like to ride the mare, if I have any

          vantage of ground to get up.

        CHIEF JUSTICE. How comes this, Sir John? Fie! What man of good

          temper would endure this tempest of exclamation? Are you not

          ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so rough a course to come

      by

          her own?

        FALSTAFF. What is the gross sum that I owe thee?

        HOSTESS. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself and the

      money

          too. Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet,

      sitting in

          my Dolphin chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire,

      upon

          Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the Prince broke thy head for

          liking his father to singing-man of Windsor – thou didst swear

      to

          me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me

      my

          lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech,

      the

          butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?

      Coming

          in to borrow a mess of vinegar, telling us she had a good

      dish of

          prawns, whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told

          thee they were ill for green wound? And didst thou not, when

      she

          was gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so familiarity

      with

          such poor people, saying that ere long they should call me

      madam?

          And didst thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch the thirty

          shillings? I put thee now to thy book-oath. Deny it, if thou

          canst.

        FALSTAFF. My lord, this is a poor mad soul, and she says up and

          down the town that her eldest son is like you. She hath been

      in

          good case, and, the truth is, poverty hath distracted her.

      But

          for these foolish officers, I beseech you I may have redress

          against them.

        CHIEF JUSTICE. Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with

      your

          manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. It is not a

          confident brow, nor the throng of words that come with such

      more

          than impudent sauciness from you, can thrust me from a level

          consideration. You have, as it appears to me, practis'd upon

      the

          easy yielding spirit of this woman, and made her serve your

      uses

          both in purse and in person.

        HOSTESS. Yea, in truth, my lord.

        CHIEF JUSTICE. Pray thee, peace. Pay her the debt you owe her,

      and

          unpay the villainy you have done with her; the one you may do

          with sterling money, and the other with current repentance.

        FALSTAFF. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without reply.

      You

          call honourable boldness impudent sauciness; if a man will

      make

          curtsy and say nothing, he is virtuous. No, my lord, my

      humble

          duty rememb'red, I will not be your suitor. I say to you I do

          desire deliverance from these officers, being upon hasty

          employment in the King's affairs.

        CHIEF JUSTICE. You speak as having power to do wrong; but

      answer in

          th' effect of your reputation, and satisfy the poor woman.

        FALSTAFF. Come hither, hostess.