Dav. Your Worship---I'll be with you ftreight, A Cup

of Wine, Sir.

Sil. [Singing.] A Cup of Wine,
That's brisk and fine,

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 fwest of the Night.

Fal. Health and long Life to you, Master Silence.

Sil. Fill the Cup, and let it come. I'll pledge you, 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 tyny thief, and welcome indeed too: I'll drink to Mafter Bardolph, and to all the Cavileroes about London. Dav. I hope to fee London, once e'er I dye. Bard. If I might fee you there, Davy.

Shal. You'll crack a Quart together? Ha, will you not, Mafter Bardolph?

Bard. Yes, Sir, in a pottle Pot.

Shal. I thank thee; the Knave will ftick by thee, I can afsure thee that. He will not out, he is true bred. Bard. And I'll stick by him, Sir.

Shal. Why, there spoke a King: Lack nothing, be merry. Look, who's at 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? Why then fay an old Man can do fomewhat. Dav. If it pleafe your Worthip there's one Piftol come from the Court with News.

Fal. From the Court? Let him come.

How now, Piftel ?

Enter Pistol.

Pift. Sir John, fave you, Sir."

Fal. What Wind blew you hither, Pistol?

Pift. Not the ill Wind which blows none to good, fweet Knight: Thou art now one of the greateft Men in the Realm.

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Sil.

Sil. Indeed, I think he be, but Goodman Puff of Barfon. Pift. Puff? puff in thy teeth, moft recreant Coward bafe, Sir John, I am thy Pistol, and thy Friend; helter skelter have I rode to thee, and tydings do I bring, and lucky joys, and golden Times, and happy News of price.

Fal. I prithee new deliver them, like a Man of this World. Pift. A footra for the World, and Worldings base, I speak of Africa, and Golden Joys.

Fal. O bale Affyrian Knight, what is thy News? Let King Covitha know the truth thereof.

Sil. And Robin-hood, Scarlet, and John.

Pift. Shall dunghil Curs confront the Helicon? 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, speak, or dye.
Shal. Under King Harry.

Pift. Harry the Fourth
Shal. Harry the Fourth.

or Fifth ?

Pift. A footra for thine Office.

Sir John, thy tender Lamb-kin now is King,
Harry the Fifth's the Man, I fpeak the truth.
When Pistol lies, do this, and fig-me, like

The bragging Spaniard,

Fal. What, is the old King dead?

Pift. As nail in door,

The Things I fpeak are juft.

Fal. Away Bardolf, faddle my Horse,

Mafter Robert Shallow, chufe what Office thou wilt

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In the Land, 'tis thine. Pistol, I will double charge thee With Dignities.

Bard. O joyful day!

I will not take a Knighthood for my Fortune.

Pift. What? I do bring good News.

Fal. Carry Mafter Silence to Bed: Master Shallow, my Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am Fortune's Steward. Get on thy Boots, we'll ride all Night. Oh, fweet Pistol ; away Bardolph: Come, Piftol, 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 unto 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 thofe pleasant Days.

[Exeunt.

Enter Hoftefs Quickly, Doll Tear-fheet and Beadles.

Hoftefs. No, thou arrant Knave, I would I might die, that I might have thee hang'd; thou haft drawn my Shoulder out of joynt.

Bead. The Conftables have deliver'd her over to me; and The thall have whipping Cheer enough, I warrant her. There hath been a Man or two, lately, kill'd about her.

Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie: Come on, I'll tell thee what, thou damn'd Tripe-vilag'd Rafcal, if the Child I now go with do mifcarry, thou hadft better thou hadft ftrook thy Mother, thou Paper-fac'd Villain.

Hoft. O that Sir John were come, he would make this a bloody day to fome body. But I would the Fruit of her Womb might 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 a

mong you.

Dol. I'll tell thee what, thou thin Man in a Cenfor; I will have you as foundly fwing'd for this, you blue bottl❜d Rogue; you filthy famith'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 eafe.

Dol. Come, you Rogue, come;

Bring me to a Juftice.

Hoft. Yes, come, you ftarv'd Blood-hound.
Dol. Goodman Death, Goodman Bones.

Hoft. Thou Anatomy, thou.

Dol. Come, you thin Thing: Come, you Rafcal.

Bead. Very well.

SCENE V.

Enter two Grooms.

I Groom. More Rufhes, more Rushes.

2 Groom. The Trumpets have founded twice.

[Exeunt.

I Groom. It will be two of the Clock e'er they come from the Coronation. [Exeunt Grooms. Enter Falftaff, Shallow, Piftol, Bardolph and Page. Fal. Stand here by me, Mafter Robert Shallow, I will make the King do you Grace: I will lear upon him as he comes by, and do but mark the Countenance that he will give me.

Pift. 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 bestow'd the thousand pound I borrow'd of you. But it is no matter, this poor fhew doth better; this doth infer the zeal I had to fee him.

Shal. It doth fo.

Fal. It fhews my earnestness in 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 shift me,

Shal. It is most certain,

Fal.

Fal. But to ftand ftained with Travel and Sweating with defire to fee him, thinking of nothing elfe, putting all Af fairs in oblivion, as if there were nothing elfe 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 er flame thy Noble Liver, and make thee rage. Thy Dol, and Helen of thy noble Thoughts is in bafe Durance and contagious Prifon; hall'd thither by moft mechanical and dirty Hands. Rowze up Revenge from Ebon Den, with fell Aletto's Snake, for Dol's in. Piftol speaks nought but troth.

Fal. I will deliver her.

Pift. There roar'd the Sea; and Trumpet Clangour found.

The Trumpets found. Enter King Herry the Fifth, his Brothers, and the Lord Chief Justice.

Fal. Save thy Grace, King Hal, my Royal Hal.
Pift. The Heavens thee guard and keep, molt Royal Imp

of Fame.

Fal. Save thee, my fweet Boy.

King. My Lord Chief Juftice fpeak to that vain Man.
Ch. Juft. Have you your Wits?

Know you what's you fpeak?

Fal. My King, my Jove, 1 fpeak to thee, my Heart. King. I know thee not, old Man: Fall to thy Prayers: How ill white Hairs become a Fool and Jefter! I have long Dream'd of such a kind of Man, So furfeit-fwell'd, fo old, and fo prophane; 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 Heaven 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,

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