That guards the peace and fafety of your perfon: Hear your own dignity fo much prophan'd; P. Henry. You are right Juftice, and you weigh increase, Therefore ftill bear the balance and the fword: And I do wish, your Honours may Till you do live to fee a fon of mine Offend you, and obey you, as I did: So fhall I live to speak my father's words; Happy am I, that have a man fo bold, That dares do juftice on my proper fon; And no lefs happy, having such a son, That would deliver up his Greatness so Into the hand of juftice.-You committed me; For which I do commit into your hand Th' unftained fword that you have us'd to bear; With this remeinbrance, that you ufe the fame With a like bold, just, and impartial spirit, As you have done 'gainft me. There is There is my hand, You fhall be as a father to my youth: My voice fhall found, as you do prompt mine ear; And I will stoop and humble my intents, To your well-practis'd wife directions. And, Princes all, believe me, I beseech you ; My father is gone wild into his Grave, And And with his fpirit fadly I survive, Our Coronation done, we will accite (As I before remember'd) all our State, And (Heav'n configning to my good intents) Changes to Shallow's Seat in Gloucestershire. Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, Bardolph, the Page, ti and Davy. Shal. NAY, you shall fee mine orchard, where in an arbour we will eat a laft year's pippin of my own graffing, with a difh of carraways, and fo forth come, coufin Silence; and then to bed. Fal. 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 faid, Davy. Fal. Fal. This Davy ferves you for good ufes; he is your fervingman, and your husbandman. Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John. By th' Mafs, I have drank too much Sack at fupper. A good varlet, down, now fit down: come, coufin. Sil. Ah, firrah, quoth-a, 1. I Now fit We shall do nothing but eat, and make good chear, [Singing. And praife heav'n for the merry year; When flesh is cheap and females dear, And lufty lads roam here and there; So merily, and ever among, fo merrily, &c. Fal. There's a merry heart, good mafter Silence. I'll give you a health for that anon. Shal. Give Mr. Bardolph fome wine, Davy. Davy. Sweet Sir, fit; I'll be with you anon; most fweet Sir, fit. Mafter Page, fit: good mafter Page fit: proface. What you want in meat, we'll have in drink; but you must bear; the heart's all. [Exit. Shal. Be merry, mafter Bardolph, and, my little foldier there, be merry. Sil. [Singing] Be merry, be merry, my wife has all, For women are Shrews, both short and tall; 'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all, And welcome merry Shrovetide. Be merry, be merry. Fal. I did not think, mafter 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. Davy. Your Worfhip-I'll be with you ftraight. Sil. [Singing ] A cup of wine, That's brifk and fine, And And drink unto the leman mine; And a merry heart lives long-a. Sil. If we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet of the night. Fal. Health and long life to you, mafter Silence. Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come. I'll pledge you, were't a mile to the bottom. Shal. Honeft Bardolph, welcome; if thou want’st any thing and wilt not call, befhrew thy heart. Welcome, my little tiny thief, and welcome, indeed, too: I'll drink to mafter Bardolph, and to all the cavileroes about London. Davy. I hope to fee London, ere I die. Bard. If I might fee you there, Davy,———— Shal. You'll crack a quart together? ha, will you not, mafter Bardolph ? Bard. Yes, Sir, in a pottle pot. Shal. By God's liggens, I thank thee; the knave will stick by thee, I can affure thee that. He will not out, he is true-bred. Bard. And I'll stick by him, Sir. [One knocks at the door. Shal. Why, there spoke a King: lack nothing, be merry. Look, who's at the door there, ho: who knocks? Fal. Why, now you have done me right. Sil. [Singing.] Do me right, and dub me Knight, Samingo. Ist not fo? Fal. 'Tis fo. Sil. Is't fo? why, then say, an old man can do fomewhat. Davy. If it please your Worship, there's one Pistol come from the Court with news. Fal. From the Court? let him come in. VOL. V. K SCENE SCENE V. How now, Piftol? Enter Piftol. Pift. Sir John, 'fave you, Sir. Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pift. Not the ill wind which blows no man good, fweet Knight: thou art now one of the greatest men in the Realm. Sil. Indeed, I think he be, but goodman Puff of Barfon. Pift. Puff? Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base ; Pift. A foutra for the world and worldlings bafe! Speak of Africa and golden joys. Fal. O bafe Affyrian Knight, what is thy news? Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof. Sil. And Robin-hood, Scarlet, and John. Pift. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons? And fhall good news be baffled? Then Pistol lay thy head in fury's lap. Shal. Honeft gentleman, 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, fpeak or die. Shal. Under King Harry, Bezonian,] A vile or needy Person. Mr. Theobald. |