Fal. This Davy ferves you for good uses; he is your fervingman, and your husbandman. Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John. By th' Mafs, I have drank too much Sack at supper. A good varlet. Now fit down, now fit down: come, coufin. Sil. Ah, firrah, quoth-a, We fhall do nothing but eat, and make good chear, [Singing, When flesh is cheap and female's dear, So merily, and ever among, so merrily, &c. Fal. There's a merry heart, good master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon. Shal. Give Mr. Bardolph fome wine, Davy. Davy. Sweet Sir, fit; I'll be with you anon; moft fweet Sir, fit. Mafter Page, fit: good mafter Page. fit: proface. What you want in meat, we'll have in drink; but you muft bear; the heart's all. [Exit. Shal. Be merry, mafter Bardolph, and, my little foldier there, be merry. Sil. [Singing] Be merry, be merry, my wife has all, For women are Shrews, both short and tall; 'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all, And welcome merry Shrovetide. · Be merry, be merry. Fal. I did not think, mafter 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 difh of leather-coats for you. Davy. Your Worship-I'll be with you straight. Sil. [Singing] A cup of wine, That's brifk and fine, And And drink unto the leman mine ; And a merry heart lives long-a. Fal. Well faid, mafter Silence. · Sil. If we fhall be merry, now comes in the fweet of the night. Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence. were't a mile to the bottom. Shal. Honeft Bardolph, welcome; if thou want'st any thing and wilt not call, befhrew thy heart. Welcome, my little tiny thief, and welcome, indeed, too: I'll drink to mafter Bardolph, and to all the cavileroes. about London. Davy. I hope to fee London, ere I die. Bard. If I might fee you there, Davy, Shal. You'll crack a quart together? ha, will you not, master Bardolph ? Bard. Yes, Sir, in a pottle pot. Shal. By God's liggens. I thank thee; the knave will ftick by thee, I can affure thee that. He will not out, he is true-bred. Bard. And I'll ftick by him, Sir. [One knocks at the door. Shal. Why, there spoke a King: lack nothing, be merry. Look, who's at the door there, ho: who knocks? Fal. Why, now you have done me right. Sil. [Singing.] Do me right, and dub me Knight, Samingo. Is't not fo? Fal. 'Tis fo. Sil. Is't fo? why, then fay, an old man can do fomewhat. Davy. If it please your Worship, there's one Pifol come from the Court with news. Fal. From the Court? let him come in. VOL. V. K SCENE SCENE V. How now, Piftol? Enter Piftol. Pift. Sir John, 'fave you, Sir. Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pift. Not the ill wind which blows no man good, fweet Knight: thou art now one of the greatest men in the Realm. Sil. Indeed, I think he be, but goodman Puff of Barfon. Pift. Puff? Puff in thy teeth, moft recreant coward base; man of Pift. A foutra for the world and worldlings bafe! Speak of Africa and golden joys. Fal. O bafe Affyrian Knight, what is thy news? Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof. Sil. And Robin-hood, Scarlet, and John. Pift. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons? And fhall good news be baffled? Then Pistol lay thy head in fury's lap. Shal. Honeft gentleman, I know not your breeding. Pift. Why then, lament therefore. 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 fome authority. Pift. Under which King?* Bezonian, fpeak or die. Bezonian,] A vile or needy Person. Mr. Theobald. Pift. Harry the Fourth? or Fifth ? Pift. A foutra for thine office! Sir John, thy tender Lamb-kin now is King. Fal. What, is the old King dead? Pift. As nail in door: the things I fpeak are juft. Fal. Away, Bardolph, faddle my horfe. Mafter Robert Shallow, chufe what office thou 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. Pift. What? I do bring good news." Fal. Carry mafter Silence to bed: mafter Shallow, my lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am fortune's Steward. Get on thy boots, we'll ride all night. Oh, fweet Piftol! away, Bardolph: come, Pistol, 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 woe to my Lord Chief Juftice! 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 pleasant day. [Exeunt. Changes to a Street in LONDON. Enter Hoftefs Quickly, Doll Tear-fheet, and Beadles, Hoft. N that I might have thee hang'd; thou haft drawn my fhoulder out of joint. K 2 Bard Bead. The conftables 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-vifag'd rascal, if the child, I go with, do mifcarry, thou hadft 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 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 Piftol beat among you. Dol. I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a Censer ! I will have you as foundly fwing'd for this, you bluebottle rogue! you filthy famifh'd correctioner! if you be not fwing'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 fufferance comes ease. Dol. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a Juftice, Dol. Come, you thin thing: come, you rascal! SCENE, VII. A public Place near Weftminfter-Abbey. Enter two Grooms ftrewing rushes. 1 Groom. M ORE rushes, more rushes. [Exeunt, 2 Groom. The trumpets have founded twice. 1 Groom. |