Enter Shallow, Falstaff, Bardolph, and Page. Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away to-night-What, Davy, I say!\ Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow. so married in conjunction with the participation like so many wild geese. If I had a suit to of society, that they flock together in consent master Shallow, I would humour his men, with the imputation of being near their master: if to his men, I would curry with master Shallow, that no man could better command his ser vants. It is certain, that either wise bearing, or ignorant carriage, is caught, as men take diseases, one of another: therefore, let men take heed of their company. I will devise Shal. I will not excuse you; you shall not be excused excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse shall serve; you shall not be ex-matter enough out of this Shallow, to keep cused.-Why, Davy! Davy. Here, sir. Enter Davy. Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy,-let me see, Davy; let me see:-yea, marry, William cook, bid him come hither. Sir John, you shall not be excused. Davy. Marry, sir, thus :-those precepts cannot be served and again, sir,-Shall we sow the headland with wheat ? Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook-Are there no young pigeons? Davy. Yes, sir.Here is now the smith's note, for shoeing, and plough-irons, Shal. Let it be cast and paid :-Sir John, you shall not be excused. Davy. Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must needs be had;-And, sir, do you mean to stop any of William's wages, about the sack he lost the other day at Hinckley fair? Shal. He shall answer it-Some pigeons, Davy; a couple of short-legged hens; a joint of mutton; and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook. Davy. Doth the man of war stay all night, sir? Shal. Yes, Davy. I will use him well; A friend i'the court is better than a penny in purse. Use his men well, Davy; for they are arrant knaves, and will backbite. Davy. No worse than they are back-bitten, sir; for they have marvellous foul linen. Prince Harry in continual laughter, the wearing-out of six fashions (which is four terns, or two actions,) and he shall laugh without intervallums. O, it is much, that a lie, with a slight oath, and a jest, with a sad brow, will do with a felow that never had the ache in his shoulders! O, you shall see him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up. Shal. [Within.] Sir John! Fal. I come, master Shallow; I come, master Shallow. [Exit Falstaff. SCENE II. Westminster. A Room in the Palace. Enter Warwick, and the Lord Chief Justice. War. How now, my lord chief justice? whither away? now Ch. Just. How doth the king? Ch. Just. I hope, not dead. 'He's walk'd the way of nature; And, to our purposes, he lives no more. Ch. Just. I would, his majesty had call'd me with him: The service that I truly did his life, you not. Ch. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arm myself, To welcome the condition of the time; Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countenance Wil-Enter Prince John, Prince Humphrey, Clarence, Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Visor; that Visor is an arrant knave on my knowledge. Davy. I grant your worship, that he is a knave, sir: but yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should have some countenance at his friend's request. An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not. I have served your worship truly, sir, this eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave against an honest man, I have but a very little credit with your worship. The knave is mine honest friend, sir; therefore, I beseech your worship, let him be countenanced. Shal. Go to; I say, he shall have no wrong. Look about, Davy. [Erit Davy.] Where are you, Sir John? Come, off with your boots.-Give me your hand, master Bardolph. Bard. I am glad to see your worship. Shal. I thank thee, with all my heart, kind master Bardolph :-and welcome, my tall fellow. To the Page.] Come, Sir John. [Exit Shallow. Fal. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow. Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt Bardolph and Page. If I were sawed into quantities, I should make four dozen of such bearded hermit's-staves as master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing, to see the semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his: They, by observing him, do bear themselves like foolish justices; he, by conversing with them, is turned into a justice-like serving man; their spirits are War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Q, that the living Harry had the temper Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier! P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend, indeed: And I dare swear, you borrow not that face You stand in coldest expectation: I am the sorrier; 'would, 'twere otherwise. staff fair; Which swims against your stream of quality. Led by the impartial conduct of my soul; 1 And tell him who hath sent me after him. War. Here comes the prince. Enter King Henry V. Ch. Just. Good morrow; and heaven your majesty ! King. This new and gorgeous garment, jesty, save ma Sits not so easy on me as you think.- P. John, &c. We hope no other from your majesty. King. You all look strangely on me;-and you most; [To the Chief Justice. You are, I think, assur'd I love you not. Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly, Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me. King. No! How might a prince of my great hopes forget The image of his power lay then in me: Be now the father, and propose a son: Therefore still bear the balance and the sword: So shall I live to speak my father's words;- The unstain'd sword that you have us'd to bear : 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 merrily, 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 ano the Page at another table.] I'll be with you anon-most sweet sir, sit.Master page, good master page, sit: proface! What you want in meat, we'll have in drink. But you must bear; The heart's all. [Exit. Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph ;-and my little soldier there, be merry. Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife has all; [Singing. For women are shrews, both short and tall: Fal. I did not think, master Silence had been Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap. Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding. a man of this mettle. Sil. Who, I? I have been merry twice and once, ere now. Re-enter Davy. Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you. Shal. Davy,- Sil. And we shall be merry ;-now comes in the sweet of the night. Fal. Health and long life to you, master Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come; I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom. Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die. 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! [Erit Davy. Fal. Why, now you have done me right. To Silence, who drinks a bumper. Sil. Do me right, Is't not so? Fal. 'Tis so. Sil. Is't so? Why, then say, an old man can do somewhat. Re-enter Davy. Davy. An it please your worship, there's one How now, 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? Pist. Why then, lament therefore. Shal. Give me pardon, sir:-If, sir, you come with news from the court, 1 take it, there is but two ways; either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am, sir, under the king, in some authority. Pist. Under which king, Bezonian ? speak or die. Shal. Under King Harry. Pist. Harry the Fourth? or Fifth 7 Shal. Harry the Fourth. A foutra for thine office! Fal. What? is the old king dead 7 Pist. As nail in door: The things I speak are just. Fal. Away, Bardolph: saddle my horse.Master Robert Shallow, choose 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 fortune. Pist. What? I do bring good news? 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 right:-0, sweet Pistol :-Away, Bardolph. [Exit Bard ]-Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and, withal, devise something to do thyself good.-Boot, boot, master Shallow; I know, the young king is sick for me. Let us take any man's horses; the laws of England are at my commandment. Happy are they which have tice! been my friends; and wo to my lord chief jus Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also! Where is the life that late I led, say they; Why, here it is; Welcome these pleasant days. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. London. A Street. Enter Beadles, dragging in Hostess Quickly, and Doll Tear-sheet. Host. No, thou arrant knave; I would I might die, that I might have thee hanged; thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint. 1 Bead. The constables have deliver'd her over to me; and she shall have whipping cheer enough, I war cant her: There hath been a man or two lately killed about her. Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal; an the child I now go with do miscarry, thou hadst better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain. Host. O the Lord, that Sir John were come! he would make this a bloody day to somebody. 7-But I pray God the fruit of her womb miscarry! Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base Pist. A foutra for the world, and worldlings base! 1 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 censer! I will have you as soundly swinged for this, you blue-bottle rogue! you filthy famished correctioner if you be not swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles. 1 Bead. Come, come, you she knight-errant, come. Host. O, that right should thus overcome might! Well; of sufferance comes ease. Dol. Come, you rogue, come; bring meto a justice. Host. Ay: come, you starved blood-hound. Dol. Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal! SCENE V. A public place near Westminster Abbey. 1 Groom. More rushes, more rushes. Fal. Stand here by me, master Robert Shalow; I will make the king do you grace: I will leer upon him, as 'a comes by; and do but mark the countenance that he will give me. Pist. God bless thy lungs, good knight. Fal. Come here, Pistol; stand behind me.O, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pound borrowed of you. [To Shallow.] But 'tis no matter; this poor show doth better: this doth infer the zeal I had to see him. Shal. It doth so. Fal. It shows my earnestness of affection. Fal. My devotion. Shal. It duth, 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 shift me. Shal. It is most certain. Fal But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with desire to see him; thinking of nothing else; putting all affairs else in oblivion; as if there were nothing else to be done, but to see him. Pist. 'Tis semper idem, for absque hoc nihil est: 'Tis all in every part. Shal. Tis so, indeed. Pist. My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver, Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts, By most mechanical and dirty hand :- For Doll is in; Pistol speaks nought but truth. [Shouts within, and the Trumpets sound. Pist. There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds. Enter the King and his Train, the Chief Justice among them. Fal. God save thy grace, King Hal! my royal Hal! Pist. The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame! Fal. God save thee, my sweet boy! man. Ch. Just. 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 jester ! Presume not, that I am the thing I was: That I have turned away my former self; lities, qua Give you advancement.-Be it your charge, my To see perform'd the tenor of our word. [Exeunt King and his Train. Fal. Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound. Shal. Ay, marry, Sir John; which I beseech you to let me have home with me. Fal. That can hardly be, master Shallow. Do not you grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private to him: look you, he must seem thus to the world. Fear not your advancement; I will be the man yet, that shall make you great. Shal. I cannot perceive how; unless you give me your doublet, and stuff me out with straw. I beseech you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred of my thousand. Fal. Sir, I will be as good as my word: this that you heard, was but a colour. Shal. A colour, I fear, that you will die in, Sir John. Fal. Fear no colours; go with me to dinner. Come, lieutenant Pistol;-come, Bardolph:-I shall be sent for soon at night. Re-enter Prince John, the Chief Justice, Offi P. John. I like this fair proceeding of the king's: P. John. I will lay odds,-that ere this year We bear our civil swords, and native fire, EPILOGUE. Spoken by a Dancer. First, my fear; then, my court'sy; last, my speech. My fear is, your displeasure; my court'sy, my duty; and my speech, to beg your pardons. If you look for a good speech now, you undo me; for what I have to say, is of say, will, I doubt, prove mine own marring. mine own making; and what, indeed, I should But to the purpose, and so to the venture.-Be it known to you, (as it is very well,) I was lately here in the end of a displeasing play, to pray your patience for it, and to promise you a better. tlemen will not, then the gentlemen do not agree I did inean, indeed, to pay you with this; which, with the gentlewomen, which was never seen if, like an ill venture, it come unluckily home, before in such an assembly. I break, and you, my gentle creditors, lose. One word more, I beseech you. If you be not Here, I promised you, I would be, and here I too much cloyed with fat meat, our humble commit my body to your mercies; bate me some, author will continue the story, with Sir John in and I will pay you some, and, as most debtors it, and make you merry with fair Katharine of do, promise you infinitely. France: where, for any thing I know, Falstaff If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, shall die of a sweat, unless already he be killed will you command me to use my legs? and yet with your hard opinions; for Oldcastle died a that were but light payment,-to dance out of martyr, and this is not the man. My tongue is your debt. But a good conscience will make weary; when my legs are too, I will bid you any possible satisfaction, and so will I. All the good night: and so kneel down before you;gentlewomen here have forgiven me; if the gen-but, indeed, to pray for the queen. RAMBURES and GRANDPRE, French SIR THOMAS GREY, same. NYM, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, formerly Servants to Falstaff, now Soldiers in the same. Boy, Servant to them. A Herald. Chorus. KATHARINE, Daughter of Charles and Isabel. ALICE, a Lady attending on the Princess Katharine. QUICKLY, Pistol's Wife, an Hostess. Lords, Ladies, Officers, French and English The SCENE,-at the beginning of the Play, lies in England; but afterwards wholly in France. Enter Chorus. 0, for a muse of fire, that would ascend Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all, And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, Think, when we talk of horses, that you see Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth: Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times: |