King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this well; erefore still bear the balance, and the sword: ad I do wish your honours may increase, Il you do live to see a son of mine fend you, and obey you, as I did. shall I live to speak my father's words;Cappy am I, that have a man so bold, hat dares do justice on my proper son : Ind 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 The 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.And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you; My father is gone wild into his grave, For in his tomb lie my affections; And with his spirit sadly1 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 (1) Gravely. As things acquainted and familiar to us;- Our coronation done, we will accite,1 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 caraways, 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, beg. gars 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; 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. (1) Summon. 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, 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 [Exit. all. Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph;---and my little soldier there, be merry. Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all;2 [Singing, 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. Fal. I did not think, master Silence had been 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. Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine, [Singing. And a merry heart lives long-a. 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. (1) Italian, much good may it do you. (2) As all women are. (3) Apples commonly called russetines. (4) Sweet-heart. 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 [Exit Davy. there: Ho! who knocks? Fal. Why, now you have done me right. [To Silence, who drinks a bumper. Sil. [Singing.] Do me right, And dub me knight:2 Is't not so? Samingo.3 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 Pistol come from the court with news. Fal. From the court? let him come in. (1) Gay fellows. (2) He who drank a bumper on his knees to the health of his mistress, was dubbed a knight for the evening. (3) It should be Domingo; it is part of a song in one of Nashe's plays. How now, Pistol? Enter Pistol. Pist. God save you, sir John! Fal. What wind blew you here, 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!- 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 gentlemen, I know not your breed ing. Pist. 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 some authority. Pist. Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die. Shal. Under king Harry. Pist. Harry the fourth? or fifth? Shal. Harry the fourth. A foutra for thine office! Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king; Harry the fifth's the man. I speak the truth: |
