Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou waft,
The tutor and the feeder of my Riots;
'Till then I banish thee, on pain of Death,
As I have done the reft of my Mifs-leaders,
Not to come near our Perfon by ten mile.
For competence of Life I will allow you,
That lack of Means enforce you not to Evil:
And, as we hear you do redeem your felves,
We will, according to your Strength and Qualities,
Give you Advancement. Be it your Charge, my Lord,
To fee perform'd the tenour of our Word. Set on.
[Exit King.
Fal. Mafter Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.
Shal, Ay marry, Sir John, which I beseech you to let me
have home with me.

Fal That can hardly be, Mr. Shallow. Do you not grieve at this; I fhall be fent for in private to him: Look you, he muft feem thus to the World. Fear not your Advancement, I will be the Man yet that fhall make your Great. Shal. I cannot well perceive how, unless you would give me your Doublet and stuff me out with Straw. I beftech you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred of my thoufand.

Fal. Sir, I will be as good as my word. This, that you heard, was but a Colour.

Shal. A colour, I fear, that you will die in, Sir John. Fal. Fear no Colours, go with me to Dinner: Come Lieutenant Piftol, come Bardolph,

I fhall be fent for foon at Night.

Ch. Juft. Go carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet,

Take all his Company along with him.

Fal. My Lord, my Lord.

Ch. Juft. I cannot now fpeak, I will hear you foon.
Take them away.

Pift. Si fortuna me tormento, Spera me contento. [Exeunt.
Manet Lancaster and Chief Justice.

Lan. I like this fair proceeding of the King's,
He hath intent his wonted Followers

Shall be very well provided for;

But are banish'd, 'till their Converfations

Appear

Appear more wife and modeft in the World.
Ch. Juft. And fo they are.

Lan. The King hath call'd his Parliament,
My Lord.

Ch. Juft. He hath.

Lan. I will lay odds, that e'er this year expire,
We bear our Civil Swords and Native Fire
As far as France. I heard a Bird fo fing,

Whofe Mufick, to my thinking, pleas'd the King.
Come, will you hence?

[Exeunt.

rst, my Fear; then, my Courtefie; laft, my Speech. My Fear is your Difpleasure; my Courtefie, my Dury; and my Speech, to beg your Pardons. If you look for a good Speech now, you undo me; for what I have to say is of mine own making, and what, indeed, I should say, will, I doubt, prove mine own Marring. But, to the Purpofe, and fo to the Venture. Be it known to you, as it is very well, I was lately here in the end of a difpleafing Play, to pray your Patience for it, and to promife you a better; I did mean, indeed, to pay you with this, which if, like an ill Venture, it come unluckily home, I break; and you, my gentle Creditors, lofe. Here I promifed you I would be, and here I commit my Body to your Mercies: Bate me some, and I will pay you fome, and, as most Debtors do, promise you infinitely.

If my Tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will you com mand me to use my Legs? And yet that were but light Payment, to Dance out of your Debt: But a good Confcience will make any poffible Satisfaction, and fo will I. All the Gentlewomen here have forgotten me, if the Gentlemen will not, then the Gentlemen do not agree with the Gentlewomen, which was never seen before in fuch an Affembly.

One word more, I beseech you; if you be not too much cloid with fat Meat, our humble Author will continue the Story, with Sir John in it, and make you merry with fair Katherine of France; where, for any thing I know, Falstaff shall die of a Sweat, unless already he be kill'd with your hard Opinions: For Oldcastle died a Martyr, and this is not the Man. My Tongue is weary, when my Legs are too; I will bid you good Night, and fo kneel down before you; but indeed to pray for the Queen.