When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like Fal. What! is the old king dead? Pist. As nail in door: The things I speak areja Fal. Away, Bardolph; saddle my horseMaster Robert Shallow, choose what office thi wilt in the land, 'tis thine.-Pistol, I will double charge thee with dignities. Bard. O joyful day!-I would not take a knigh hood for my fortune. Pist. What? I do bring good news? Fal. Carry master Silence to bed. -Master Sha low, my lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am i tune's steward. Get on thy boots; we'll ride al night:-0, sweet Pistol :-Away, Bardolph. [En Bardolph.]-Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal, devise something, to do thyself goodBoot, 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 commandmen Happy are they which have been my friends; and wo to my lord chief justice! Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also! Where is the life that late Iled? 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 delivered her over to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant her: There hath been a man or two lately killed about her. Doll. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; (1) A term of reproach for a catchpoll. 2 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. But I pray God the fruit of her womb miscarry! 1 Bead. If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushionst 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. Doll. I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a censer! I will have you as soundly swinged for this, you blue-bottle rogue 12 you filthy famished correctioner! if you be not swinged, I'll forswear half kirtles.3 1 Bead. Come, come, you she knight-errant, come. Host. O, that right should thus overcome might! Well; of sufferance comes ease. Doll. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice. Host. Ay; come, you starved blood-hound. Doll. Goodman death! goodman bones! Host. Thou atomy, thou! Doll. Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal! 1 Bead. Very well. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-A public place near Westminster 1 Groom. More rushes, more rushes. [Exeunt Grooms. (1) To stuff her out to counterfeit pregnancy. Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph, and the Page. Fal. Stand here by me, master Robert Shallow; 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. -0, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pound I 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. Shal. It doth so. 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 pa tience 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, And make thee rage. 'Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts, Is in base durance, and contagious prison; Haul'd thither By most mechanical and dirty hand: Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto's snake, For Doll is in; Pistol speaks nought but truth. (1) 'Tis all in all, and all in every part. Fal. I will deliver her. [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 imp1 of fame! King. My lord chief justice, speak to that vain 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! (1) Child, offspring. (2) Henceforward. For competence of life, I will allow you; ties, Give you advancement. Be it your charge, my lord, 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 noi 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 P. John, the Chief Justice, Officers, &c. Ch. Just. Go, carry sir John Falstaff to the Fleet; Take all his company along with him. Ch. Just. I cannot now speak: I will hear you soon. Take them away. Pist. Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta. [Exe. Fal. Shal. Pist. Bard. Page, and officers. P. John. I like this fair proceeding of the king's: He hath intent, his wonted followers |
