Fal. There's a merry heart, good mafter Silence. ri give you a health for that anon. Shal. Give Mr. Bardolph fome wine, Davy. Davy. Sweet Sir, fit; I'll be with you anon; moft fweet Sir, fit. Mafter Page, fit: good mafter Page, fit: proface! What you want in meat we'll have in drink; but you must bear; the heart's all. Skal. Be merry, mafter Bardolph, and my little foldier there, be merry. Sil. [Singing.] Be merry, be merry, my wife bas all, For women are forews, both fhort and tall; 'Tis merry in ball, when beards wag all, And welcome merry Shrovetide. Be merry, be merry. Fal. I did not think mafter Silence had been a man of this mettle. Sil. Who I? I have been merry twice and once ere now. Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you. Shal. Davy! Davy. Your worship cup of wine, Sir ? I'll be with you ftraight. A Sil. [Singing] A cup of wine, That's brifk and fine, And drink unto the leman mine; Sil. If we fhall be merry, now comes in the fweet of the night. Fal. Health and long life to you, mafter Silence. were't a mile to the bottom. Shal. Honeft Bardolph, welcome; if thou want'ft any thing and wilt not call, befhrew thy heart! Welcome, my little tiny thief, and welcome indeed too: I'll drink to mafter Bardolph, and to all the cavalieroes about London. Davy. I hope to fee London ere I die. Bard. If I might see you there, Davy, Shal. You'll crack a quart together? ha, will you not, mafter Bardolph? Bard. Yes, Sir, in a pottle-pot. Sbal. Shal. By God's liggens, I thank thee; the knave will fick by thee, I can affure thee that. He will not out, he is true bred. Bard. And I'll ftick by him, Sir. [One knocks at the door. Shal. Why, there fpoke a King: lack nothing, be merry. Look, who's at door there, ho: who knocks? Fal. Why, now you have done me right. Sil. [Singing] Do me right, and dub me Knight, * Samingo. Is't not fo? Fal. 'Tis fo. Sil. Is't fo? why then say an old man can do fomewhat. Davy. If it please your worship there's one Piftol come from the Court with news, Fal. From the Court? let him come in. SCENE V. Enter Pistol. How now, Piftol? Pift. Sir John, save you, Sir. Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pift. Not the ill wind which blows no man good, fweet Knight: thou art now one of the greateft men in the realm. Sil. Indeed I think he be, but goodman Puff of Barfen. Pift. Puff? Puff in thy teeth, moft recreant coward bafe! Sir John, I am thy Piftol and thy friend; Fal. I pr'ythee now, deliver them like a man of this world. I fpeak of Africa and golden joys. Fal. O bafe Affyrian Knight, what is thy news? Then Piftol lay thy head in fury's lap. Sbal. Honeft gentleman, I know not your breeding. He means to fay San Domingo. This hath reference to on old ballad of King Cophetua and the beggar-maid. Pift. Why then lament therefore. Shal. Give me pardon, Sir. If you come with news from the Court, I take it there are but two ways, either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am, Sir, under the King, in fome authority. Pift. Under which King? Bezonian, speak or die. Pift. Harry the Fourth? or Fifth ? Shal. Harry the Fourth. Pift. A footra for thine office! Sir John, thy tender Lamb-kin now is King, The bragging Spaniard. Fal. What, is the old King dead? Pift. As nail in door: the things I fpeak are juft. Fal, Away, Bardolph, faddle my horse. Mafter Robert Shallow, chufe what office thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine. Piftol, I will double charge thee with dignities. Bard, O joyful day! I would not take a knighthood for my fortune. Pift. What? I do bring good news? Fal. Carry mafter Silence to bed: mafter Shallow, my Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am Fortune's fteward. Get on thy boots, we'll ride all night. Oh, fweet Piftol! away, Bardolph: come, Piftol, utter more to me; and withal devise something to do thy felf good. Boot, boot, mafter Shallow. I know the young King is fick for me. Let us take any man's horfes: the laws of England are at my commandment. Happy are they which have been my friends and wo to my Lord Chief Justice! Pift. Let vultures vile feize on his lungs alfo! *Where is the life that late I led, say they? Why, here it is, welcome this pleasant day. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. A Street in London. Enter Hoftefs Quickly, Doll Tear-fheet, and Bedels. Hoft. No, thou arrant knave, I would I might die, that I might have thee hang'd; thou haft drawn my shoulder cut of joint. • Thefe are words of an old fong. Bed. Bed. The conftables have deliver'd her over to me; and the fhall have whipping cheer enough, I warrant her. There hath been a man or two kill'd about her. Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie: come on, I'll tell thee what, thou damn'd tripe-vifag'd rafcal, if the child I go with do mifcarry, thou hadft better thou hadft ftruck thy mother, thou paper-fac'd villain. Hoft. O that Sir John were come! he would make this a bloody day to fome body. But I pray God the fruit of her womb mifcarry! Bed. If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again, you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go with me, for the man is dead that you and Pistol beat among you. Dol. I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a cenfer; I will have you as foundly fwindg'd for this, you blue-bottle rogue; you filthy famish'd correctioner, if you be not fwindg'd I'll forfwear half-kirtles. Bed. Come, come, you fhe-Knight-arrant, come ! Hoff. O, that right should thus o'ercome might! Well, of fufferance comes ease. Dol. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a juftice. Hoft. Yes, come, you ftarv'd blood-hound. Dol. Goodman death, goodman bones! Hoft. Thou Atomy, thou! Dol. Come, you thin thing: come, you rascal. Bed. Very well. SCENE VII. A publick place near Weftminster-Abby. 1 Groom. More rufhes, more rushes. 2 Groom. The trumpets have founded twice. [Exeunt. 1 Groom. It will be two of the clock ere they come from the coronation: dispatch, dispatch! [Exeunt Grooms, Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph, and the Boy. Fal. Stand here by me, master Robert Shallow, I will make the King do you grace: I will leer upon him as he comes by, and do but mark the countenance that he will give me. Fift. Pift. Bless thy lungs, good Knight! Fal. Come here, Piftol, ftand behind me. O, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestow'd the thousand pound I borrow'd of you. But it is no matter, this poor fhew doth better; this doth infer the zeal I had to fee him. Shal. It doth fo. Fal. It fhews my earneftnefs of affection. Shal. It doth fo. Fal. My devotion. Shal. It doth, it doth, it doth. Fal. As it were to ride day and night, and not to deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience to fhift me, Shal. It is most certain. Fal. But to ftand ftained with travel, and sweating with defire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting all affairs in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done but to fee him. Pift. 'Tis femper idem; for abfque boc nibil eft. 'Tis all in every part Shal. 'Tis fo indeed., Pift. My Knight, I will enflame thy noble liver, and make thee rage. Thy Dol and Helen of thy noble thoughts Is in bafe durance and contagious prifon; Rowze up revenge from Ebon den, with fell Alecto's snake, Fal. I will deliver her. Pift. There roar'd the fea; and trumpet-clangour sounds. The Trumpets found. Enter the King and his train. Fal. God fave thy Grace, King Hal, my royal Hal! Pift. The heav'ns thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame! Fal. God fave thee, my fweet boy! King. My Lord Chief Juftice, fpeak to that vain man. Ch. Juft. Have you your wits? know you what 'tis you Speak? Fal |