And I do wish
your honours may
increase,
Till you do live to sec a son of mine
Offend you, and obey you, as I did.
So shall I live to speak my father's words;-
Happy am I, that have a man so bold,
That dares do justice on my proper son:
And not less happy, having such a son,
That would deliver up his greatness so

Into the hands of justice.-You did commit me:
For which, I do commit into your hand

Th' unstained sword that you have us❜d to bear;
With this remembrance,-That you use the same
With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit,
As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand;
You shall be as a father to my youth:

My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear;
And I will stoop and humble my intents

To your well-practis'd, wise directions.

grave,

And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you ;-
My father is gone wild into his
For in his tomb lie my affections;
And with his spirit sadly I survive,
To mock the expectation of the world;
To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out
Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
After my seeming. The tide of blood in me
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity, till now:
Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea;
Where it shall mingle with the state of floods,
And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
Now call we our high court of parliament:
And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel,
That the great body of our state may go

In equal rank with the best govern'd nation;
That war, or peace, or both at once, may be
As things acquainted and familiar to us ;——
In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.—
[To the Lord Chief Justice.

Our coronation done, we will accite,

As I before remember'd, all our state:
And (God consigning to my good intents,)

No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say,—
Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III-Glostershire. The garden of Shallow's house.

Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOLPH, the Page, and DAVY.

Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard: where, in an arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of carraways, and so forth;-come, cousin Silence;-and then to bed.

Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich.

Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, sir John-marry, good air.-Spread, Davy; spread, Davy; well said, Davy.

Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your serving-man, and your husbandman.

Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, sir John. By the mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper: -A good varlet. Now sit down, now sit down:-come, cousin.

Sil. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a,-we shall

Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, [Singing.

And praise heaven for the merry year;
When flesh is cheap and females dear;
And lusty lads roam here and there,
So merrity,

And ever among so merrily.

Fal. There's a merry heart!-Good master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon.

Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine, Davy.

Davy. Sweet sir, sit; [Seating BARDOLPH and the Page at another table.] I'll be with you anon :-most sweet sir, it.- -Master page, good master page, sit: proface! What you want in meat, we'll have in drink. must bear; The heart's all.

But you

[Exit. Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph;-and my little

soldier there, be merry.

Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all;

For women are shrews, both short and tall:

'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all,

And welcome merry shrove-tide.

Be merry, be merry, &c.

[Singing.

Fal. I did not think, master Silence had been a man of this mettle.

Sil. WhoI? I have been merry twice and once, erenow.

Re-enter DAVY.

Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you.

Shal. Davy,

[Setting them before BARDOLPH.

Davy. Your worship?-I'll be with you straight. [To

BARD.]-A cup of wine, sir?

Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine,

And drink unto the leman mine;

And a merry heart lives long-a.

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[Singing.

Fal. Well said, master Silence.

Sil. And we shall be merry;—now comes in the sweet of the night.

Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence.
Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come;

I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.

Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: If thou wantest any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.-Welcome, my little tiny thief; [To the Page.] and welcome, indeed, too. I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London.

Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die.
Bard. An I might see you there, Davy,—

Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, master Bardolph?

Bard. Yes, sir, in a pottle pot.

Shal. I thank thee:-The knave will stick by thee, I can assure thee that: he will not out; he is true bred. Bard. And I'll stick by him, sir.

Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be merry. [Knocking heard.] Look who's at door there: Ho! who knocks? [Exit DAVY. Fal. Why, now you have done me right.

[TO SILENCE, who drinks a bumper.

Sil. Is't so? Why, then say, an old man can do some

vhat.

Re-enter DAVY.

Davy. An it please your worship, there's one Pistol come from the court with news.

Fal. From the court, let him come in.

How now, Pistol?

Enter PISTOL.

Pist. God save you, sir John!

Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol?

Pist. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.— Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm.

Sil. By'r lady, I think 'a be; but goodman Puff of

Barson.

Pist. Puff?

Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!

Sir John, I am thy Pistol, and thy friend,
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,

And golden times, and happy news of price.

Fal. I pr'ythee now, deliver them like a man of this world.

Pist. A foutra for the world, and worldlings base!

I speak of Africa, and golden joys.

Fal. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news? Let king Cophetua know the truth thereof.

Sil. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.

[Sings.

Pist. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?

And shall good news be baffled?

Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.

Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding Pist. Why then, lament therefore.