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Enter PISTOL. 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. Sil. By'rlady, I think a' be; but goodman Puff Pist. Puff? [of Barson. Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!— Sir John, } 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, an o news of price. Fal. I pr’ythee now, deliver them like a man of this † Pist. A foutra for the world, and worldings base I speak of Africa, and golden joys. al. Obase Assyrian knight, what is thy news? Let king Cophetua know the truth thereof. Sil. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John. (Sings.) Pist. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons? And shall good news be baffled? Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap. Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your breedPist. Why then, lament therefore. [ing. 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.
Shal. Under king ho arry the fourth? or fifth?
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king; Harry the fifth's the man. I speak the truth: When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like The bragging Spaniard. Fal. What! is the old king dead? Pist. As nailindoor; the things I speak, are just. Fal. Away, Bardolph; saddle my horse.—Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the 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 Shallow, my lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am fortune's steward. Get on thy boots; we'll ride all night:—0, sweet Pistol:—Away, Bardolph. [Exit Bard.]—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! Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also: Where is the life that late I led, say they: Why, here it is; Welcome these pleasant days. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-London. A Street.
Enter Beadles, dragging in Hostess Quickly, and Doll TEAR-sheet.
Host. No, thou arrant knave; I would I might die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint. 1 Bead. The constables have delivered her over to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warranther: There hath been a man or two lately killed about her. y Doll. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal; an the child I now go with, do miscarry, thou hast better thou hadst struck thymother, 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 Hj. among you. Doll. 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 o famished correctioner! if you be not swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles. 1 Bead. Come, come, you sheknight-errant, come. Host. Q, that right should thus overcome might! Well; of sufferance comes ease. [justice. Doll. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a Host. Ay; come, you starv'd blood-hound. Doll. Goodman death ! goodman bones! Host. Thou atomy thou! Doll. Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal! 1 Bead. Very well. [Exeunt.
Scene V.-A public Place near Westminster Abbey.
Enter two Grooms, 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 FAlst AFF, 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, #. ; stand behind me...—0, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. (To Shallow.) But 'tis no matter; this poor show doth better: this doth infer the zeal I had to see him. Shal. It doth so. Fal. It shews my earnestness of affection. Shal. It doth so. Fal. My devotion. Shal. 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 Shal. It is most certain. [to shift me. Fal. But to stand stained with travel, and sweat
ing with desire to see him: thinking of nothing me your doublet, and stuff me out with straw. I else; putting all affairs else in oblivion; as if there ! beseech you, good sir John, let me have five hun
were nothing else to be done, but to see him.
Pist. "Tis semper iden, for absque hoc nihil est: 'Tis all in every part.
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, Is in base durance, and contagious prison; Haul'd thither 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. Fal. I will deliver her. (Shouts trithin, and the trumpets sound.) Pist. There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.
Enter the King and his Train, the Chief Justice among them.
Fal. God save thy grace, king Hall my royal Hall Pist. The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame! Fal. God save thee, my sweet boy! King. My lord chief justice, speak to that vain illan. ['tis you speak? Ch. Just. Have you your wits? know you what Fal. My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart! prayers; King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane; But, being awake, I do despise my dream. Make less 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 jest; Presume not, that I am the thing I was: For heaven doth know, so shall the world perceive, That I have turn'd away my former self; So will I those, that kept me company. When thou dost hear I am as I have been, Approach me; and thou shalt be as thou wast, The tutor and the feeder of my riots: Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death, As I have done the rest of my misleaders, Not to come near our person by ten mile. For competence of life, I will allow you; That |...}. of means enforce you not to evil: And, as we hear you do reform yourselves, We will,—according to your strength, and qualities, lord, Give you advancement.—Be it your charge, my To see perform'd the tenor of our word.— Set on. [Exeunt King, and his Train. Fal. Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand und. 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
dred of my thousand. Fal. Sir, I will be as good as my word: this that you heard, was but a colour. [John. Shal. A colour, I fear, that you will die in, sir 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, Officers, &c. Ch. Just. Go, carry sir John Falstaff to the Fleet; Take all his company along with him. Fal. My lord, my lord, Ch. Just. I cannot now speak: I will hear you Take them away. [soon. Pist. Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta. [Ereunt Fal. Shal. Pisi. 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. [lord. P. John. The king hath call'd his parliament, my Ch. Just. He hath. , [expire, P. John. I will lay odds,--that, ere this year We bear our civil swords, and native fire, As far as France: I heard a bird so sing, Whose music, to my thinking, pleas'd the king. Come, will you hence? [Exeunt.
Epilogue.—Spoken by a Dancer.
First, my fear; then, my court’sy; last, my speech. My fear is, your displeasure; my court’sy, my duty; and my speech, to beg your pardons. If you look for a good speech now, you undo me: for what I have to say, is of mine own making; and what, indeed, I should say, trill, I doubt, prove mine own marring. But to #. purpose, and so 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 %. }}} 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: bate me some, and I will pay you some, and, as most debtors do, promise you infinitely.
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 debt. But a good conscience will make any possible satisfaction, and so will I. All the gentlewomen here have forgiren me; if the gentlemen will not, then the gentlemen do not agree with the gentlewomen, which was never seen before in such an assembly.
One word more, I beseech you. If you be not too much cloyed with fat meat, our no. author trill continue the story, with Sir John in it, and make you merry with fair Katharine | France: where, for anything I know, Falstaff shall die of a sweat, unless already he be killed 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.
The Scene, at the beginning of the Play, lies in England; but afterwards wholly in France.
O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and, at his heels, [fire, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and Crouch for employment. . But pardon, gentles all, The flat unraised spirit, that hath dar'd, On this unworthy scaffold, to bring forth So great an object: Can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O, the very casques, That did affright the air at Agincourt Q, pardon! since a crooked figure may Attest, in little place, a million; And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, On your imaginary forces work: Suppose, within the girdle of these walls Are now confin'd two mighty monarchies, Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous, narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance: Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i'the receiving earth:
Carry them here and there: jumping o'er times;
ACT I. Scene I.-London. An Ante-chamber in the King's Palace. Enter the Archbishop of CANTERBURY, and Bishop of Ely.
Cant. Mylord, I'll tell you, --that self billis urg’d, Which, in the eleventh year o' the last king's reign Was like, and had indeed against us j, But that the scambling and unquiet time Did push it out of further question.
#!. But how, my lord, shall we resist it now? Cant. It must be thought on. If it pass against us, We lose the better half of our possession: For all the temporal lands, which men devout By testament have given to the church,
ould they strip from us; being valued thus, As much as would maintain, to the king's honour, Full fifteen earls, and fifteen hundred knights; Six thousand and two hundred good esquires; And, to relief of lazars, and weak age,
of indigent faint souls, past corporal toil, supplied;
And to the coffers of the king beside,
Crav'd audience: and the hour, I think, is come,
Scene II.-The same. A Room of State in the same.
Enter the Archbishop of CANTERBURY and Bishop
Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the great
Against the Scot, who will make road upon us