Pift. Harry the Fourth? or Fifth?
Shal. Harry the Fourth.

Pift. A foutra for thine office!

Sir John, thy tender Lamb-kin now is King.
Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth.
When Piftol lies, do this, and fig me like
The bragging Spaniard.

Fal. What, is the old King dead?

Pift. As nail in door: the things I fpeak are just. Fal. Away, Bardolph, faddle my horfe. Mafter Robert Shallow, chufe what office thou wilt in the Land, 'tis thine. Piftol, I will double charge thee with Dignities.

Bard. O joyful day! I would not take a Knighthood for my fortune.

Pit. What? I do bring good news.

Fal. Carry mafter Silence to bed: mafter Shallow, my lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am fortune's Steward. Get on thy boots, we'll ride all night. Oh, fweet Piftol! away, Bardolph: come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal devife fomething to do thyfelf good. Boot, boot, mafter Shallow. I know, the young King is fick for me. Let us take any man's horfes the Laws of England are at my commandment. Happy are they which have been my friends; and woe to my Lord Chief Juftice!

:

Pift. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs alfo! Where is the life that late I led, fay they?

Why, here it is, welcome this pleasant day. [Exeunt.

Changes to a Street in LONDON.

Enter Hoftefs Quickly, Doll Tear-fheet, and Beadles.

Hoft. No, thou arrant knave, I would I might die

that I might have thee hang'd; thou haft

drawn my shoulder out of joint.

Bead. The conftables have deliver'd her over to me; and fhe fhall have whipping cheer enough, I warrant her. There hath been a man or two kill'd about her.

Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie: come on, I'll tell thee what, thou damn'd tripe-vifag'd rafcal, if the child, I go with, do mifcarry, thou hadft better thou hadft ftruck thy mother, thou paper-fac'd villain.

Hoft. O the Lord, that Sir John were come, he would make this a bloody day to fome body. But I pray God, the fruit of her womb miscarry.

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 Piftol beat among you.

Dol. I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a Cenfer! I will have you as foundly fwing'd for this, you bluebottle rogue! you filthy famifh'd correctioner! if you be not swing'd, I'll forfwear half-kirtles.

Bead. Come, come, you fhe-Knight-arrant, come. Hoft. O, that Right fhould thus o'ercome Might! Well, of fufferance comes ease.

Dol. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a Justice,
Hoft. Yes, come, you ftarv'd blood-hound.
Dol. Goodman death, goodman bones! -
Hoft. Thou Atomy, thou!

Dol. Come, you thin thing: come, you rascal!
Bead. Very well.

SCENE VII.

A public Place near Weftminster-Abbey.

Enter two Grooms firewing rushes.

1 Groom. MORE rushes, more rushes.

[Exeunt.

2 Groom. The trumpets have founded

twice.

I Groom.

1 Groom. It will be two of the clock ere they come from the Coronation: dispatch, dispatch.

[Exeunt Grooms.

Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph, and the Boy.

Fal. Stand here by me, mafter Robert Shallow, I will make the King do you grace: I will leer upon him as he comes by, and do but mark the countenance that he will give me.

Pift. Blefs thy lungs, good Knight.

Fal. Come here, Pistol, ftand behind me.

O, if I

had had time to have made new liveries, I would have beftow'd the thousand pound I borrow'd of you. But it is no matter, this poor fhow doth better; this doth infer the zeal I had to fee him.

Shal. It doth fo.

Fal. It fhews my earneftness of affection.
Pift. It doth fo.

Fal. My devotion.

Pift. 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 patience to fhift me.

Shal. It is most certain.

Fal. But to ftand ftained with travel, and fweating with defire to fee him, thinking of nothing else, putting all affairs else in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done but to see him.

Pift. 'Tis femper idem; for abfque hoc nihil eft. 'Tis all in all, and all in every part.

Shal. 'Tis fo, indeed.

Pift. My Knight, I will enflame thy noble liver, and make thee rage.

Thy Dol and Helen of thy noble thoughts

Is in base durance and contagious prison;

Haul'd thither by mechanic dirty hands. [fnake, Rouse up revenge from Ebon den, with fell Alecto's For Dol is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.

Fal. I will deliver her.

Pift. There roar'd the fea: and trumpet-clangour founds.

Fal.

The Trumpets found. Enter the King, and his train. OD fave thy Grace, King Hal, my royal Hal! Pift. The heav'ns thee guard and keep, moft royal imp of fame !

Fal. God fave thee, my fweet boy!

King. My Lord Chief Juftice, fpeak to that vain man. Ch. Juft. Have you your wits? know you, what 'tis you fpeak?

Fal. My King, my Jove, I fpeak to thee, my heart!
King. I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers:
How ill white hairs become a fool and jefter!
I have long dream'd of fuch a kind of man,
So furfeit fwell'd, fo old, and so profane;
But, being awake. I do despise my dream.
Make lefs thy body, (hence!) and more thy grace;
Leave gormandizing. Know, the Grave doth gape
For thee, thrice wider than for other men.
Reply not to me with a fool-born jeft;
Préfume not, that I am the thing I was:

For heav'n doth know, fo fhall the world perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self,
So will I thofe that keep me company.
When thou doft hear I am as I have been,
Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou waft,
The tutor and the feeder of my riots;
Till then I banish thee, on pain of death,
As I have done the reft of my mif-leaders,
Not to come near our perfon by ten miles.
For competence of life, I will allow you,
That lack of means enforce you not to Evil:
And as we hear you do reform yourselves,

We will according to your ftrengths and qualities

Shal. Ay, marry, Sir John, which I beseech you to let me have home with me.

Fal. That can hardly be, mafter Shallow.

Do not

you grieve at this; I fhall be fent 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 ftraw. I beseech you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred of my

thoufand.

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 Piftol; come, Bardolph. I fhall be fent for foon at night.

Enter Chief Justice and Prince John.

Ch. Juft. Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet, Take all his company along with him.

Fal. My lord, my lord,

Ch. Juft. I cannot now speak, I will hear you foon. Take them away.

Pift. Si fortuna me tormenta, il fperare me contenta.

[Exeunt.

Manent Lancaster, and Chief Justice.
Lan. I like this fair proceeding of the King's.
He hath intent, his wonted followers

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