tervallums. O, it is much that a Lie with a flight Oath, and a Jeft with a fad Brow, will do with a Fellow that ne ver had the Ache in his Shoulders. O you fhall fee him laugh, 'till his Face be like a wet Cloak ill laid up. Shal. Sir John. Fal. I come, Mafter Shallow; I come, Mafter Shallow. [Exeunt. Enter the Earl of Warwick and the Lord Chief Justice. War. How now, my Lord Chief Juftice, whither away? Ch. Juft. How doth the King? War. Exceeding well: His Cares Are now all ended. Ch. Juft. I hope not dead. War. He's walk'd the way of Nature, And, to our Purpofes, he lives no more. Ch. Juft. I would his Majefty had call'd me with him. The Service that I truly did his Life Hath left me open to all Injuries. War. Indeed I think the young King loves you not. Which cannot look more hideously upon me, Enter Lord John of Lancaster, Gloucester and Clarence. Of him, the worst of these three Gentlemen: Lan. We meet like Men that had forgot to speak. Is all too heavy to admit much talk. Lan. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy. Ch. Juft. Peace be with us, left we be heavier. Glo. Glo. O, good my Lord, you have loft a Friend indeed: And, I dare fwear, you borrow not that Face Of feeming Sorrow, it is fure your own. Lan. Tho' no Man be affur'd what Grace to find, You ftand in coldest Expectation. I am the forrier, would 'twere otherwise. Cla. Well, you must now fpeak Sir John Falstaff fair, Which fwims against your ftream of Quality. Ch. Juft. Sweet Princes, what I did, I did in honour, Led by th' Imperial Conduct of my Soul, And never fhall you fee that I will beg A ragged and foreftall'd Remiffion. If Troth and upright Innocency fail me, I'll to the King, my Mafter that is dead, And tell him who hath fent me after him. War. Here comes the Prince. Enter Prince Henry. Ch. Juft. Good morrow, and Heav'n fave your Majefty. Brothers, you mix your Sadnefs with fome Fear; But Harry, Harry. Yet be fad, good Brothers, V That I will deeply put the fashion on, And wear it in my Heart. Why then be fad, Lan. &c. We hope no other from your Majefty. P. Henry. You all look ftrangely on me; and you most. You are, I think, affur'd I love you not. [To the Ch. Just. Ch. Juft. I am affur'd, if I be meafur'd rightly, Your Majefty hath no just cause to hate me. P. Henry. K. Henry. No! How might a Prince of my great Hopes Ch. Juft. I then did use the Perfon of your Father; And did commit you. If the Deed were ill, Hear your own Dignity fo much prophan'd, P. Henry. You are right Juftice, and you weigh this well; Therefore ftill bear the Ballance, and the Sword And I do wish your Honours may increase, : That That dares do Justice on my proper Son; Into the hands of Juftice. You did commit me; My Voice shall found as you do prompt mine Ear Our Coronation done, we will accite [To Lord Chief Justice (As I before remembred) all our State, [Exeunt SCENE Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, Bardolph, Page, and Davy. Shal. Nay, you shall fee' mine Orchard, where in an Ar bor we will eat a laft Years Pippin of my own graffing, with a Difh of Carraways, and fo forth: Come, Coufin Silence; and then to Bed. Fal. You have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich. Shal. Barren, barren, barren: Beggars all, beggars all, Sir John: Marry, good Air. Spread Davy, fpread Davy: Well faid, Davy. your Fal. This Davy ferves you for good ufes; he is Ser vingman, and your Husbandman. Shal. A good Varlet, a good Varlet, a very good Varlet, We fall do nothing but eat, and make good Chear, [Singing. And lufty Lads roam here and there; So merrily, and ever among fo merrily, &c. Fal. There's a merry Heart, good Mafter Silence. I'll drink your health for that anon. Shal. Good Mafter Bardolph: Some wine, Davy. Davy. Sweet Sir, fit; I'll be with you anon; most sweet Sir, fit. Mater Page, fit: Good Mafter Page, fit: Proface, What you want in Meat we'll have in Drink; but you bear, the Heart's all. Shal. Be merry, Mafter Bardolph, and my little Soldier there, be merry. Sil. [Singing.] Be merry, be merry, my Wife has all, For Women are Shrews, both fhort 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 e'er now. you. Dav. |