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That guards the peace and safety of your perfon :
do live to see a son of mine
And with his fpirit fadly I survive,
[To the Lord Chief Justice. Our Coronation done, we will accite (As I before remember'd) all our State, And (Heav'n conîgning 10 my good intents) No Prince, nor Peer, shall have just cause to say,. Heav'n shorten Harry's happy life one day. (Exeunt.
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Changes to Shallow's Seat in Gloucestershire.
Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, Bardolph, the Page,
i and Davy. Shal. AY, 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 torbed.
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 said, Davy.
Fal. This Davy ferves you for good uses; he is your servingman, and your husbandman.
Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John. By th' Mass, I have drank too much Sack at supper. - A good varlet. Now fit down, now (it down : come, cousin.
Sil. Ah, firrah, quoth-a, We shall do nothing but eat, and make good chear, [Singing. And praise heav'n for the merry rear; When flesh is cheap and females dear, And lusty lads roam here and there; So merily, and ever among, so merrily, &c.
Fal. There's a merry heart, good master 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. Master Page, fit: good master 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, master Bardolph, and, my little foldier there, be merry.
Sil. (Singing ] Be merry, be merry, my wife has all,
Fal. I did not think, master Silence had been a man of this mettle.
Sil. Who I? I have been merry twice and once
Davy. Your Worship-I'll be with you straight.
And drink unto the leman mine ;
Fal. Well said, master Silence.
Sil. If we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet of the night.
Fal. Health and long life to you, master 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, beshrew thy heart. Welcome, my little tiny thief, and welcome, indeed, too: I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the cavileroes about London.
Davy. I hope to see London, ere I die.
Shal. You'll crack a quart together? ha, will you not, master Bardolph ?
Bard. Yes, Sir, in a pottle pot.
Shal. By God's liggens, 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.
[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. Is't not fo?
Fal. 'Tis so.
Sil. Is’t so ? why, then say, an old man can do somewhat.
Davy. If it please your Worship, there's one Pistol come from the Court with news.
Fal. From the Court? let him come in.
How.now, Pistol ?
Pift. Sir John, 'save you, Sir.
Pist. Not the ill wind which blows no man good, sweet 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 ; Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend; And helter skelter have I rode to thee; And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, And golden times, and happy news of price. Fal. I pr’ythee now, deliver them like a nian of
this world. Pift. A foutra for the world and worldlings base! Speak of Africa and golden joys.
Fal. O base Aflyrian Knight, what is thy news? Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
Sil. And Robin-hood, Scarlel, and John.
Pift. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons ?
Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
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. Pift
. Under which King ? * Bezonian, speak or die. Shal. Under King Harry, * Bezonian,] A vile or needy Person.