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your father ;
What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
Was this easy ?1 May this be washed in Lethe, and forgotten ?
Ch. Just. I then did use the person of
way to my authority,
contented, wearing now the garland, To have a son set your decrees at nought; To pluck down justice from your awful bench; To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword That guards the peace and safety of your person; Nay, more; to spurn at your most royal image, And mock your workings in a second body. Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours; Be now the father, and propose a son : 3 Hear your own dignities so much profaned, See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted, Behold yourself so by a son disdained; And then imagine me taking your part, And, in your power, soft silencing your son. After this cold considerance, sentence me ;
1 Was this easy? was this a light offence ?
2 It has already been remarked that sir William Gascoigne, the chief justice in this play, died in the reign of Henry IV.; and consequently this scene has no foundation in fact. Shakspeare was misled by Stowe, or probably was careless about the matter. While Gascoigne was at the bar, Henry of Bolingbroke was his client, who appointed him his attorney to sue out his livery in the Court of Wards: but Richard II. defeated his purpose. When Bolingbroke became Henry IV., he appointed Gascoigne chief justice. In that station he acquired the character of a learned, upright, wise, and intrepid judge. The story of his committing the prince is told by sir Thomas Elyot, in his book entitled The Governor; but Shakspeare followed the Chronicles.
3 i. e. image to yourself that you have a son.
And, as you are a king, speak in your state,
King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this
Therefore still bear the balance and the sword;
There is my hand;
1 In your regal character and office.
? The meaning may be, My wild dispositions having ceased on my father's death, and being now, as it were, buried in his tomb, he and wildness are interred in the same grave.
3 That is, with the majestic dignity of the ocean, the chief of floods.
And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
[To the Lord Chief Justice.
SCENE III. Glostershire. The Garden of Shal
Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOLPH, the
Page, and Davy Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard; where, in an arbor, 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 to bed.
Fal. Fore God, 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 serves you for good uses; he is your serving-man, and your husbandman. .
Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good
1 This passage, which was long a subject of dispute, some pertinaciously maintaining that carraways meant apples of that name, has been at length properly explained by the following quotations from Cogan's Haven of Health, 1599 :-“For the same purpose careway seeds are used to be made in comfits, and to be eaten with apples, and surely very good for that purpose, for all such things as breed wind, would be eaten with other things that breake wind.” Apples and carraways were formerly always eaten together; and it is said that they are still served up on particular days at Trinity College, Cambridge.
varlet, sir John.-By the mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper ;-a good varlet. Now sit down, now sit down ;-come, cousin.
Sil. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a, -we shall
Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine, Davy.
Davy. Sweet sir, sit; [Seating BARDOLPH and the Page at another table.] I'll be with you anon :-most sweet sir, sit.-Master page, good master page, sit, proface. What you want in meat, we'll have in drink. But you must bear; the heart's all.
Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph ;—and my little soldier there, be merry.
Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife has all ; [Singing. For women are shrews, both short and tall : 'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all,?
And welcome merry Shrove-tide.3 Be merry, be merry, &c.
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. There is a dish of leather-coats 4 for you.
[Setting them before BARDOLPH. Shal. Davy,
1 An expression of welcome, equivalent to Much good may it do you !
2 This proverbial rhyme is of great antiquity; it is found in Adam Davie's Life of Alexander:
“Merrie swithe it is in hall
When the berdes waveth alle." 3 Shrovetide was the ancient carnival. 4 Apples, commonly called russetines.
Davy. Your worship?
--I'll be with you straight. [To BARD.]-A cup of wine, sir ? Sil
. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine, [Singing And drink unto the leman mine ;
And a merry heart lives long-a. Fal. Well said, master Silence.
Sil. And we shall be merry ;-now comes in the sweet of the night.
Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence.
Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome; if thou wantest any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.Welcome, my little tiny thief; [To the Page.] and welcome, indeed, too.—I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London.
Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die.
Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, master Bardolph ?
Bard. Yes, sir, in a pottle pot.
Shal. 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.
Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing; be
merry. [Knocking hard.] Look who's at door there: Ho! who knocks?
[Exit Davy. Fal. Why, now you have done me right.
[TO SILENCE, who drinks a bumper. Sil. Do me right,
[Singing And dub me knight :
Samingo. Is't not so?
1 To do a man right and to do him reason, were formerly the usual expressions in pledging healths; he who drank a bumper expected that a bumper should be drunk to his toast.
2 He who drank a bumper on his knees to the health of his mistress, was dubbed a knight for the evening.
3 It has been supposed that the introduction of Domingo as a burthen to a drinking song, was intended as a satire on the luxury of the Domini