fweet Piflol! away, Bardolph: come, Piflol, utter more to me; and withal devife fomething to do thy felf 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 wo to my Lord Chief Justice!

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

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

SCENE changes to a Street in London.

Enter Hoflefs Quickly, Doll Tear-fheet, and Beadles;

Hoft.

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O, thou arrant knave, I would I might die, that I might have thee hang'd; thou haft drawn my fhoulder 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 rafca!, if the child, I go with, do mifcarry, thou had'ft 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 fhall 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 fwindg'd for this, you bluebottle rogue! you filthy famifh'd correctioner! if you be not fwindg'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.

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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE, a publick Place near Westminster-Abbey.

I Groom.

Enter two Grooms, firewing rubes.

M°

ORE rufhes, more rushes.

2 Groom. The trumpets have founded twice.

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

[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.

Pit. Blefs thy lungs, good Knight.

Fal. Come here, Piftol, 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 Show 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 see him, thinking of nothing elfe, putting

all

all affairs elfe in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done but to fee him.

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

Shal. 'Tis fo, indeed.

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

Thy Doland Helen of thy noble thoughts

Is in bafe durance and contagious prifon;
Haul'd thither by mechanick dirty hands.

Rowze up revenge from Ebon den, with fell Alecto's fnake,

For Dol is in. Piftol speaks nought but truth.

Fal. I will deliver her.

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

The Trumpets found. Enter the King, and his train. Fal. God 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, speak to that vain man.' Ch. Juft. Have you your wits? know you, what 'tis you speak?

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 jester!

I have long dream'd of fuch a kind of man,
So furfeit-fwell'd, fo old, and fo profane ;
But, being awake, I do defpife 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;
Prefume 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 felf,
So will I thofe that kept me company.
When thou dost hear I am as I have been,

Approach

Approach me, and thou fhalt 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 rest 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 your felves,
We will according to your ftrengths and qualities
Give you advancement. Be't your charge, my lord,
To fee perform'd the tenour of our word.

Set on.

[Ex. King, &c. Fal. Mafter Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound. Shal. Ay, marry, Sir John, which I beseech you to let me have home with me.

Fal. That can hardly be, Mr. 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 ftuff me out with ftraw. 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 Piftol; come, Bardolph. I fhall be sent for foon at night.

Enter Chief Juftice 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 fpeak, I will hear you foon. Take them away.

Pift. Si fortuna me tormento, fpera me contento: (20)

Manent Lancaster, and Chief Justice.

[Exeunt.

Lan. I like this fair proceeding of the King's. He hath intent, his wonted followers

Shall all be very well provided for ;

But they are banish'd, till their conversations
Appear more wife and modest to the world.
Ch. Juft. And fo they are.

Lan. The King hath call'd his Parliament, my lord.
Ch. Juft. He hath.

Lan. I will lay odds, that ere this year expire, We bear our civil fwords and native fire

As far as France. I heard a bird fo fing,

Whofe mufick, to my thinking, pleas'd the King.
Come, will you hence?

[Exeunt.

(20) Si Fortuna me tormento, spera me contento.] This falte Italian is not from the Editors, but purposely from the Author. Pistol, as an ignorant Fellow, but an Affecter of Languages, quotes a Scrap he has heard, at all Adventures; nor knowing whether he is right, or believing that any of the Company know. It feems to me a Fragment from fome Chanfon, or Madrigal; and, perhaps, ftood thus in the Oris ginal,

Si Fortuna me tormenta,

La Speranza me contenta.

If Fortune afflict me, I'll wrap my self up contented in the hope of her growing kinder.