Shal. [Within.] Sir John! Fat. I come, master Shallow; I come, master Shailow. [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? Ch. Just. How doth the king? most; King. You all look strangely on me:-and you How might a prince of my great hopes forget War. Exceeding well; his cares are now ali May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten? ended. Ch. Justice. I hope, not dead. War. 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, War. Indeed, I think, the young king loves you not. Ch. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arin myself, To welcome the condition of the time; War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry: Ch. Just. Alas! I fear all will be overturn'd. P. John. We meet like men that had forgot to speak. War. We do remember; but our argument Is all too heavy to admit much talk. P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy! 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. Cla. Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair; Which swims against your stream of quality. Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your fa ther; The image of his power lay then in me: King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this Till well; Therefore still bear the balance, and the sword: Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in ho- With this remembrance,-That you use the same nour, Led by the impartial conduct of my soul; Enter King HENRY V. Ch. Just. Good morrow; and heaven save your majesty ! King. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, Sits not so easy on me as you think.Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear; This is the English, not the Turkish court; Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds, But Harry Harry: yet, be sad, good brothers, For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you; Sorrow so royally in you appears, That I will deeply put the fashion on, And wear it in my heart. Why then be sad: But entertain no more of it, good brothers, Than a joint burden laid upon us all. For me, by heaven, I bid you be assured, I'll be your father and your brother too; Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares. Yet weep, that Harry's dead; and so will I: But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears, By number, into hours of happiness. P. John. &c. We hope no other from your majesty. Emperor of the Turks, died in 1596; his son, which succeeded him, had all his brothers strangled. With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit, 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 Fal. Why, now you have done me right. No prince, not peer, shall have have just cause to say, Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day. [Exeunt. Sil. Do me right, SCENE 111-Glostershire.-The Garden of SHAL- Is't not so? Low'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, beggers 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 variet. 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 ever among so merrily. Fal. There's a merry heart!-Good master lence, I'll give you a health for that anon. 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. Si-I 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 all. [Exit. Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph ;-and my little soldier there, be merry. Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all 4; [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 It I have been merry twice and once, ere now. Re-enter DAVY. you. Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for Shal. Davy,- Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine. [Singing. And a merry heart lives long-a. Sil. And we shall be merry ;-Now comes in the sweet of the night. Fal Health and long life to you, master Silence! Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: If thou want'st 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. Italian, much good may it do you. Gay fellows. 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 fouira for the world, and worldlings base! speak of Africa, and golden joys. Ful. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news? Sil. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John. [Singst 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. Pist. Harry the fourth? or fifth? Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king; Pist. A foutra for thine office ! Ful. What! is the old king dead? Pist. As nail in door: the things I speak, are just. Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the Fal. Away, Bardolph; saddle my horse.-Master 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 Shal- Where is the life that late I led, say they Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also! SCENE IV.-London.-A Street. Enter BEADLES, dragging in Hostess QUICKLY, and DOLL TEAR-SHEET. Host. No, thou arrant knave; I would I might He who drank a bumper on his knees to the health of his mistress, was dubbed a knight for the evening. It should be Domingo; it is part of a song in one of Nashe's plays. die, that I might have thee hang'd: 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 warrant her: there hath been a man or two lately kill'd about her. Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell thee what, thou damn'd tripe-visaged ras cal; 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 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 famish'd correctioner! If you be not swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles §. 1 Bead. Come, come, you she knight-errant; Enter Two GROons, strewing Rushes. 1 Groom. More rushes, more rushes. 2 Groom. The trumpets have sounded twice. 1 Groom. It will be two o'clock ere they come from the coronation :-Despatch, despatch. [Exeunt Grooms. 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 bestow'd the thousand pound I borrow'd of you. [To Shallow.] But 'tis no matter; this poor show doth better: this doth infer the zeal I had to see him. 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, 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. [Shouts within, and the Trumpets sound. Pist. There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds. • A term of reproach for a catchpoll. To stuff her out to counterfeit pregnancy. Short cloaks. Tis all in all, and all in every part. King. I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester! was: Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death,- Give you advancement.-Be it your charge, my Set on. [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 be seech you, good Sir John, let me have five hun dred 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; Ch. Just. Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet; Ch. Just. I cannot now speak: I will hear you soon. Take them away. Pist. Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta. ̧ [Exeunt Fal. Shal. Pist. Bard. Page and Officers. P. John. I like this fair proceeding of the king's: He hath intent, his wonted followers Shall all be very well provided for; But all are banish'd, till their conversations Appear more wise and modest to the world. Ch. Just. And so they are. P. John. The king hath call'd his parliament, my .lord. EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY A DANCER. If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will you command me to use my legs? And yet that were but light payment,-to dance out of your First, iny fear; then, my court'sy: last, my speech. debt. But a good conscience will make any possiMy fear is, your displeasure; my court'sy, my duty; ble satisfaction, and so will I. All the gantlewoand my speech, to beg your pardons. If you look men here have forgiven me; if the gentlemen will for a good speech now, you undo me; for what I not, then the gentlemen do not agree with the genhave to say, is of mine own making; and what, in- tlewomen, which was never seen before in such an deed, I should say, will, I doubt, prove mine own assembly. marring. But to the purpose, and 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. Í did mean, indeed, to pay you with this; which, if, like an ill venture, it come unluckily home, I break, and you, my gentle creditors, lose. Here, I promised you, I would be, and here I commit my body to your mercies: Late me some, and I will pay you some, and, as most debtors do, promise you infinitely. One word more, I beseech you. If you be not too much cloy'd with fat meat, our humble author will continue the story, with Sir John in it, and make you merry with fair Katharine of France: where, for any thing I know, Falstaff shall die of a sweat, unless already he be kill'd with your hard opinions; for Oldcastle died a martyr, and this is not the man. My tongue is weary; when my legs are too, I will bid you good night; and so kneel down before you but, indeed, to pray for the queen. EARLS OF SALISBURY, WESTMORELAND, AND WAR GOVERNOR OF HARFLEUR. RAMBURES, and GRANDPREE, French Lords. MONTJOY, a French Ambassadors to the King of England. Herald. Enter Chorus. O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all, And let us, cyphers to this great accompt, Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Carry them here and there: jumping o'er times: Who, prologue-like, your humble patience pray, ACT I, But that the scambling and unquiet time Ely. But how, my lord, shall we resist it now? A thousand pounds by the year :-Thus runs the bill. Ely. This would drink deep. Cant. Twonld drink the cup and all. Ely. But what prevention? Cant. The king is full of grace, and fair regard. Ely. And a true lover of the holy church. Cant. The courses of his youth promised it not. To envelop and contain celestial spirits. Ely. We are blessed in the change. SCENE I.—London.—An Anti-chamber in the King's You would say,-it hath been all-in-all his study: Palace. Enter the Archbishop of CANTERBURY, and Bishop of ELY. Cant. My lord, I'll tell you, that self bill is urged, Which, in the eleventh year o' the last king's reign Was like, and had indeed against us pass'd, An allusion to the circular form of the theatre. + Helmets, Powers of fancy. List + his discourse of war, and you shall hear The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, |