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Sil. Who I? I have been merrý twice and once ere
Davy. Your Worship--I'll be with you straight.
Sil. [Singing.] A cup of wine,
Fal. Well said, Maiter ilence.
I'll pledge you,
Fal. Health and long life to you, Master Silence.
Sil. Fill the cup and let it come. wer't a mile to the bottom.
Shal. Honelt Bardolph, welcome; if thou want'st any thing and wilt not call, bethrew thy ht art. Wel. come, my little tiny thief, and welcome, in deed, two: I'll drink to Master Bardolph, and to all the cavileroes about London.
Davy. I hope to see London ere I die.
Shal. You'll crack a quart together? ha, will you not, Master Bardolph?
Bard. Yes, ir, in a pottle-pot.
Shal. By God's liggens, 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 itick by him, Sir.
[One knocks at the door. Shal. Why, there spoke 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 so.
Sil. Is’t so ? why, then say, an old man can do fomewhat. • He means to say, San Domingo. Oxford ediror,
Davy. If it please your Worship, there's one Pistol come from the court with news. Fal. From the court ! let him come in.
S CE NE V. Enter Piftol.
Pist. Sir John, 'fave you, Sir.
Pist. Not the ill wind which blows no man good, sweet Knight : thou art now one of the greatelt men in the realın.
Sil. Indeed I think he be, but goodman Puff of Bar: Pift. Fuff?
[fon. 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. Pift. A foutra for the world and worldlings base! I speak of Africa and golden joys.
Fal. O base Alyrian Knight, what is thy news? Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
Sil. And Robin-hood, Scarlet, and John.
Pift. Shall dung-hill-curs confront the Helicons ? And Thall good news be baffled ? Then, Pistol, lay thy head in fury's lap,
Shal. Honest gentlemen, I know not your breeding. Pift. Why then, lament therefore.
Shal. Give me pardon, Sir. If, Sir, you come " with news from the court, I take it, there is 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.
Lines taken from an old bombast play of King Copbetua and the beggar-maid: of whom, as we learn from Shakespear, there were ballads too. Mr. Warburton,
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is King.
Fal. What, is the old King dead ?
Fal. Away, Bardolph, faddle my horse. Mafter Robert Shallow, chuse what office thou wilt in the land; 'tis thine. Pistol, I will double charge thee with dignities.
Bard. O joyful day! I would not take a knighthood for my
Fal Carry Master Silence to bed? Master Shallow, my Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am Fortune's steward. Get on thy boots, we'll ride all night. Oh, sweet Pistol! away, Bardolph: come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal devise something to do thyself good.
Boot, boot, Master Shallow. I know the young King i is fick for me. Let us take any man's horses: 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 seize on his lungs also ! Where is the life that late I led*say thy. Why, here it is, welcome this pleasant day. [Exeunt.
SCENE Vi. Changes to a street in London. Enter Hostess Quickly, Doll Tear-sheet, and Beadles.
Hoft: No, thou arrant knave, I would I might die, that I might have thee hang’d; thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.
Bead. The constables have deliver'd her over to mé; and the shall have whipping cheer erough, : warrant her. There hath been a man or two kill'd about her.
Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lye; come on, I'll tell thee what, thou damn'd tripe-viage'd rafcal, if the child I go with, do milcarry, thou hadlt better thou hadit Itruck thy mother, thou paper-face'd villain,
* Words of an old ballad. Vol. IV.
H.O the Lord, that Sir John were cone, he would make this a bloody day to fome body. But I pray God the fruit of her womb miscarry.
Bead. 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 swinge’d for this, you bluebottle rogue! you filthy famish'd correctioner ! if you be not swinge'd, I'll forfwear half-kirtles.
Bead. Come, come, you the-knight-arrant, come.
Hoft. O, that right fhould thus o'ercome might! Well, of sufferance comes ease.
Dal. Come, you rogue, 'come; bring me to a justice.
Enter two Grooms strewing rushes. i Groom. More rushes, more rushes. 2 Groom. The trumpets have founded twice.
i Groom. It will be two of the clock ere they come from the coronation: dispatch, dispatch.
[Exeunt grooms. Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Piftol, 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.
Pift. Bless thy lungs, good Knight.
Fal. Come here, Piitol, stand behind me. C, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have beitow'd the thousand pound I borrow'd of you. But it is no matter, this poor show doth better; this doth infer the zeal I had to see him.
Shal. It doth fo.
Fal. As it were, to ride day and night, and not to deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience to
Shal. It is most certain.
Fal. But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with defire to fee him, thinking of nothing else, putting all affairs elle in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done but to see him.
Pift. 'Tis semper idem; for absque hoc nihil efi. 'Tis all in all, and all in every part.
Shal. 'Tis so, indeed.
Pift. My Knight, I will inflame thy noble liver, and make thee rage. Thy Dol and Helen of thy noble thoughts Is in base durance and contagious prison; Halld thither by mechanic dirty hands. [snake. Rouse up revenge
from Ebon den, with fell Alecto's For Dol is in. Pistol fpeaks nought but truth.
Fal. I will deliver her.
Pift. There roar'd the sea; and trumpet-clangor sounds. SCENE
VIII. The trumpets found. Enter the King, and his train. Fal. God save thy Grace, King Hal, my Royal Hal!
Pift. The heav'ns thee guard and keep, molt royal imp of fame! : Fal, God save thee, my sweet boy.
King, My Lord Chief Justice, speak to that vain man. Gh. Juft. Have you your wits? know you what 'tis
you speak? Fal. My King, my Jove, I speak to thee, my heart.
King. I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers : How ill white hairs become a fool and jeiter! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So furfeit-Iwell’d, fo old, and fo profane; But, being awake, I do despise my dream. H h 2