I - SIR JOHN FALSTAFF

Summary

“For those who read aright are well aware

That Jaques, sighing in the forest green,

Oft on his heart felt less the load of care

Than Falstaff, revelling his rough mates between.”

MS. penes me.

“Jack Falstaff to my familiars!”—By that name, therefore, must he be known by all persons, for all are now the familiars of Falstaff. The title of “Sir John Falstaff to all Europe” is but secondary and parochial. He has long since far exceeded the limit by which he bounded the knowledge of his knighthood; and in wide-spreading territories, which in the day of his creation were untrodden by human foot, and in teeming realms where the very name of England was then unheard of, Jack Falstaff is known as familiarly as he was to the wonderful court of princes, beggars, judges, swindlers, heroes, bullies, gentlemen, scoundrels, justices, thieves, knights, tapsters, and the rest whom he drew about him.

It is indeed his court. He is lord paramount, the suzerain to whom all pay homage. Prince Hal may delude himself into the notion that he, the heir of England, with all the swelling emotions of soul that rendered him afterwards the conqueror of France, makes a butt of the ton of man that is his companion. The parts are exactly reversed. In the peculiar circle in which they live, the prince is the butt of the knight.