P. John. We meet like men that had forgot to speak. Is all too heavy to admit much talk. P.John. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy ! Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier! P. Humph. O! good my lord, you have lost a friend, indeed; And I dare swear, you borrow not that face Of seeming sorrow: it is, sure, your own. P. John. Though no man be assur'd what grace to find, You stand in coldest expectation: I am the sorrier; 'would, 't were otherwise. Cla. Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair, Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour, Enter King Henry V. Ch. Just. Good morrow, and heaven save your majesty! Sits not so easy on me as you think. · Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear: This is the English, not the Turkish court; But Harry Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers, be sad; That I will deeply put the fashion on, I'll be your father and your brother too; Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares: P. John, &c. We hope no other from your majesty. You are, I think, assur'd I love you not. and you most. [To the Chief Justice. Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly, Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me. King. No! How might a prince of my great hopes forget What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your father; And did commit you. If the deed were ill, Hear your own dignity so much profan'd, King. You are right, justice; and you weigh this well. Therefore still bear the balance, and the sword; And I do wish your honours may increase, Till you do live to see a son of mine Th' unstained sword that you have used to bear; My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear, To your well-practis'd, wise directions. And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you: Hath proudly flow'd in vanity till now: In which you, father, shall have foremost hand. — Our coronation done, we will accite, [To the Lord Chief Justice. And (God consigning to my good intents,) SCENE III. [Exeunt. Glostershire. The Garden of SHALLOW's House. Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOLPH, the Page, and DAVY. Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard; where, in an arbour, 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 servingman, and your husband. Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir By the mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper: A good varlet. Now sit down, now sit down. Come, cousin. John. Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, And ever among so merrily. [Singing. Fal. There's a merry heart! - Good master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon. Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine, Davy. -- 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. : [Exit. Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph; — and my little soldier there, be merry. Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife has all; And welcome merry shrove-tide. Be merry, be merry, &c. [Singing. Fal. I did not think master Silence had been a man of this mettle. Sil. Who I? I have been merry twice and once, ere now. Re-enter Davy. Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you. Shal. Davy, ད་ [Setting them before BARDOLPH. A cup [Singing. Davy. Your worship. I'll be with you straight. of wine, Sir? Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine, And drink unto the leman mine; And a merry heart lives long-a, Fal. Well said, master Silence. Sil. An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet of the night. |