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Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land,
               Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke;
               And more and less do flock to follow him.]



              NORTHUMBERLAND
               I knew of this before; but, to speak truth, [210]
               This present grief had wiped it from my mind.

               Go in with me, and counsel every man
               The aptest way for safety and revenge.
               Get posts and letters, and make friends with speed.

               Never so few, and never yet more need. [215]
                                                                                                        Exeunt.



                                                    Scene II         IT


                   Enter Sir John [Falstaff] alone, with his Page bearing his sword and

                                                         buckler.



              FALSTAFF
          Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my water?



              PAGE
          He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy water; but, for the party that
          owed it, he might have more diseases than he knew for. [5]



              FALSTAFF
          Men  of  all  sorts  take  a  pride  to  gird  at  me.  The  brain  of  this  foolish
          compounded clay-man is not able to invent anything that intends to laughter

          more than I invent or is invented on me. I am not only witty in myself, but
          the cause that wit is in other men. I do here walk [10] before thee like a sow
          that hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. If the prince put thee into my

          service for any other reason that to set me off, why then I have no judgment.
          Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn in my cap than to wait at
          my heels. I was never [15] manned with an agate till now. But I will inset you
          neither in gold nor silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back again to your
          master, for a jewel − the juvenal, the prince your master, whose chin is not

          yet fledged. I will sooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand [20]
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