P. Hen. Yes; and you knew me, as you did when you ran away by Gadshill: you knew I was at your back, and spoke it on purpose to try my patience. Fal. No, no, no; not so; I did not think thou wast within hearing. P. Hen. I shall drive you, then, to confess the wilful abuse, and then I know how to handle you. Fal. No abuse, Hal, on mine honour; no abuse. P. Hen. Not! to dispraise me, and call me pantler, and bread-chipper, and I know not what! Fal. No abuse, Hal. Poins. No abuse! I Fal. No abuse, Ned, in the world; honest Ned, none. dispraised him before the wicked, that the wicked might not fall in love with him;-in which doing, I have done the part of a careful friend and a true subject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it. No abuse, Hal;—none, Ned, none;-no, faith, boys, none. P. Hen. See now, whether pure fear and entire cowardice doth not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to close with us? is she of the wicked? is thine hostess here of the wicked? or is thy boy of the wicked? or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his nose, of the wicked? Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, answer. Fal. The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecoverable; and his face is Lucifer's privy-kitchen, where he doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For the boy, there is a good angel about him; but the devil outbids him too. P. Hen. For the women? Fal. For one of them,—she is in hell already, and burns, poor soul! For the other, I owe her money; and whether she be damned for that, I know not. Host. No, I warrant you. Fal. No, I think thou art not; I think thou art quit for that. Marry, there is another indictment upon thee for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house, contrary to the law; for the which I think thou wilt howl. Host. All victuallers do so: what's a joint of mutton or two in a whole Lent? P. Hen. You, gentlewoman, Fal. His grace says that which his flesh rebels against. Host. Who knocks so loud at door? there, Francis. [Knocking within. Look to the door Enter PETO. P. Hen. Peto, how now! what news? Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns, P. Hen. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame, So idly to profane the precious time; When tempest of commotion, like the south, Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt, And drop upon our bare unarmed heads. Give me my sword and cloak.-Falstaff, good-night. [Exeunt P. HEN., POINS, PETO, and BARD. Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence, and leave it unpicked. [Knocking within.] More knocking at the door! Re-enter BARDOLPH. How now! what's the matter? Bard. You must away to court, sir, presently; a dozen captains stay at door for you. Fal. Pay the musicians, sirrah [to the Page].-Farewell, hostess;-farewell, Doll.-You see, my good wenches, how men of merit are sought after: the undeserver may sleep, when the man of action is called on. Farewell, good wenches: if I be not sent away post, I will see you again ere I go. Doll. I cannot speak;-if my heart be not ready to burst, well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself. Fal. Farewell, farewell. [Exeunt FAL. and BARD. Host. Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these twenty-nine years, come peascod-time; but an honester and truer-hearted man,-well, fare thee well. Bard. [within.] Mistress Tearsheet,— Bard. [within.] Bid Mistress Tearsheet come to my master. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I.-WESTMINSTER. A Room in the Palace. Enter KING HENRY in his nightgown, with a Page. Are at this hour asleep!-O sleep, O gentle sleep, Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under high canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody? O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down! Enter WARWICK and SURREY. War. Many good-morrows to your majesty! War. 'Tis one o'clock, and past. K. Hen. Why, then, good-morrow to you all, my lords. Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? War. We have, my liege. K. Hen. Then you perceive the body of our kingdom War. It is but as a body yet distemper'd; My Lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd. K. Hen. O God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness,-melt itself Into the sea! and, other times, to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, With divers liquors! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth,-viewing his progress through, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die. Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends, Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember,- [To WARWICK. That I and greatness were compell'd to kiss:- The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head, War. There is a history in all men's lives, As yet not come to life, which in their seeds Such things become the hatch and brood of time; King Richard might create a perfect guess K. Hen. Are these things, then, necessities? Are fifty thousand strong. War. It cannot be, my lord; Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd K. Hen. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Court before JUSTICE SHALLOW's House in Gloucestershire. Enter SHALLOW and SILENCE, meeting; MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULLCALF, and Servants, behind. Shal. Come on, come on, come on, sir; give me your hand, sir, give me your hand, sir: an early stirrer, by the rood. And how doth my good cousin Silence? Sil. Good-morrow, good cousin Shallow. Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bedfellow? and your fairest daughter and mine, my god-daughter Ellen? Sil. Alas, a black ousel, cousin Shallow! Shal. By yea and nay, sir, I dare say my cousin William is become a good scholar: he is at Oxford still, is he not? Sil. Indeed, sir, to my cost. |