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Pif. Harry the Fourth ? or Fifth ?
Fal. What, is the old King dead?
Fal. Away, Bardolph, saddle my horse. Mafter Robert Shallow, chuse what office ihou 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 master Silence to bed: master Shallow, my lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am fortune's Steward. Get on thy boots, we'll ride all night. Oh, Sweet Pistol! away, Bardolph: come, Pistol, utter more to me, and withal devise something to do thyself good. Boot, 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 commandment, Happy are they which have been my friends; and woe to my Lord Chief Justice !
Pijt. Let vultures vile feize on his lungs also! Where is the life that late I led, say they? Why, here it is, welcome this pleasant day. [Exeunt. SCENE
VI. Changes to a Street in LONDON. Enter Hotefs Quickly, Doll Tear-fheet, and Beadles.
O, thou arrant knave, I would I might die
that I might have thee hang’d; thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.
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 kill'd about her.
Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie: come on, I'll tell thee what, thou damn'd tripe-visag'd rascal, if the child, I go with, do miscarry, thou hadit better thou hadit struck thy mother, thou paper-fac'd villain.
Hot. O the Lord, that Sir John were come, he would make this a bloody day to some 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
and Pistol beat among you.
Dol. I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a Censer! I will have you as foundly swing'd for this, you bluebottle rogue! you filthy familh'd corre&tioner ! if you be not swing'd, I'll forfwear half-kirtles.
Bead. Come, come, you fhe-Knight-arrant, come.
Hoft. O, that Right should thus o'ercome Might! Well, of sufferance comes ease.
Dol. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a Justice,
(Exeunt. SCENE VII.
A public Place near Westminster-Abbey.
Enter two Grooms frewing rushes.
1 Groom. M. Groom. The trumpets have founded
i 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, master 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. Bless thy lungs, good Knight.
Fal. Come here, Pistol, stand 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 show doth better; this doth infer the zeal I had to see him.
Shai. It dotlı fo.
Fal. As it were, to ride day and night, and not to deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience to
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.
Pift. 'Tis semper idem; for absque hoc nihil eft. 'Tis all in all, and all in every part.
Shal. 'Tis so, 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. (snake, Rouse up revenge from Ebon den, with fell Aletto's For Dol is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.
Fal. I will deliver her.
Pift. There roar'd the sea: and trumpei-clangour founds.
S CE N E VIII. The Trumpets found. Enter the King, and his train. Tal. G
OD save thy Grace, King Hal, my royal Hal!
Pift. The heav'ns thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!
Fal. God save thee, my swect boy!
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 jefter ! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So furfeit well d, lo old, and so profane; But, being awake. I do despise my dream.
. Make lefs thy body, (hence !) and more thy grace; Leave gorníandizing. Know, the Grave doth gape For thee, thrice wider than for other men. Reply not to me with a fool-born jest ; Presume not, that I am the thing I was: For heav'n doth know, fo fhall ihe world perceive, That I have turn'd away my former self, So will I those that keep me company. When thou dost hear I am as I have been, Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wait, The tutor and the feeder of
my 'Till then I bảnish thee, on pain of death, As I have done the rest of
mif-leaders, Not to come near our person 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 strengths and qualities
Be't your charge, my lord,
[Ex. King, &c.
MASTER Shallow, I owe you a thousand
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 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.
Enter Chief Justice and Prince John.
Take them away.
Pift. Si fortuna me tormenta, il sperare me contenta.