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| A public place near Westminster Abbey. |
| [Enter two Grooms, strewing rushes] |
| First Groom | More rushes, more rushes. |
| Second Groom | The trumpets have sounded twice. |
| First Groom | 'Twill be two o'clock ere they come from the | ||
| coronation: dispatch, dispatch. | |||
| [Exeunt] | |||
| [Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, PISTOL, | |||
| BARDOLPH, and Page] |
| FALSTAFF | Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow; I will | 5 | |
| make the king do you grace: I will leer upon him as | |||
| a' comes by; and do but mark the countenance that he | |||
| will give me. |
| PISTOL | God bless thy lungs, good knight. |
| FALSTAFF | Come here, Pistol; stand behind me. O, if I had had | 10 | |
| time to have made new liveries, I would have | |||
| bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But | |||
| 'tis no matter; this poor show doth better: this | |||
| doth infer the zeal I had to see him. |
| SHALLOW | It doth so. | 15 |
| FALSTAFF | It shows my earnestness of affection,-- |
| SHALLOW | It doth so. |
| FALSTAFF | My devotion,-- |
| SHALLOW | It doth, it doth, it doth. |
| FALSTAFF | As it were, to ride day and night; and not to | 20 | |
| deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience | |||
| to shift me,-- |
| SHALLOW | It is best, certain. |
| FALSTAFF | But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with | ||
| desire to see him; thinking of nothing else, | 25 | ||
| putting all affairs else in oblivion, as if there | |||
| were nothing else to be done but to see him. |
| PISTOL | 'Tis 'semper idem,' for 'obsque hoc nihil est:' | ||
| 'tis all in every part. |
| SHALLOW | 'Tis so, indeed. | 30 |
| PISTOL | My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver, | ||
| And make thee rage. | |||
| Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts, | |||
| Is in base durance and contagious prison; | |||
| Haled thither | 35 | ||
| By most mechanical and dirty hand: | |||
| Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell | |||
| Alecto's snake, | |||
| For Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth. |
| FALSTAFF | I will deliver her. | 40 | |
| [Shouts within, and the trumpets sound] |
| PISTOL | There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds. | ||
| [Enter KING HENRY V and his train, the Lord Chief- | |||
| Justice among them] |
| FALSTAFF | God save thy grace, King Hal! my royal Hal! |
| PISTOL | The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame! |
| FALSTAFF | God save thee, my sweet boy! |
| KING HENRY IV | My lord chief-justice, speak to that vain man. | 45 |
| Lord Chief-Justice | Have you your wits? know you what 'tis to speak? |
| FALSTAFF | My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart! |
| KING HENRY IV | I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers; | ||
| How ill white hairs become a fool and jester! | |||
| I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, | 50 | ||
| So surfeit-swell'd, so old and so profane; | |||
| But, being awaked, I do despise my dream. | |||
| Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace; | |||
| Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape | |||
| For thee thrice wider than for other men. | 55 | ||
| Reply not to me with a fool-born jest: | |||
| Presume not that I am the thing I was; | |||
| For God doth know, so shall the world perceive, | |||
| That I have turn'd away my former self; | |||
| So will I those that kept me company. | 60 | ||
| When thou dost hear I am as I have been, | |||
| Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast, | |||
| The tutor and the feeder of my riots: | |||
| Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death, | |||
| As I have done the rest of my misleaders, | 65 | ||
| Not to come near our person 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 reform yourselves, | |||
| We will, according to your strengths and qualities, | 70 | ||
| Give you advancement. Be it your charge, my lord, | |||
| To see perform'd the tenor of our word. Set on. | |||
| [Exeunt KING HENRY V, &c] |
| FALSTAFF | Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound. |
| SHALLOW | Yea, marry, Sir John; which I beseech you to let me | ||
| have home with me. | 75 |
| FALSTAFF | That can hardly be, Master Shallow. Do not you | ||
| grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private to | |||
| him: look you, he must seem thus to the world: | |||
| fear not your advancements; I will be the man yet | |||
| that shall make you great. | 80 |
| SHALLOW | I cannot well perceive how, unless you should give | ||
| me your doublet and stuff me out with straw. I | |||
| beseech you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred | |||
| of my thousand. |
| FALSTAFF | Sir, I will be as good as my word: this that you | 85 | |
| heard was but a colour. |
| SHALLOW | A colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John. |
| FALSTAFF | Fear no colours: go with me to dinner: come, | ||
| Lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph: I shall be sent | |||
| for soon at night. | 90 | ||
| [Re-enter Prince John of LANCASTER, the Lord | |||
| Chief-Justice; Officers with them] |
| Lord Chief-Justice | Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet: | ||
| Take all his company along with him. |
| FALSTAFF | My lord, my lord,-- |
| Lord Chief-Justice | I cannot now speak: I will hear you soon. | ||
| Take them away. | 95 |
| PISTOL | Si fortune me tormenta, spero contenta. | ||
| [Exeunt all but PRINCE JOHN and the Lord | |||
| Chief-Justice] |
| LANCASTER | I like this fair proceeding of the king's: | ||
| He hath intent his wonted followers | |||
| Shall all be very well provided for; | |||
| But all are banish'd till their conversations | 100 | ||
| Appear more wise and modest to the world. |
| Lord Chief-Justice | And so they are. |
| LANCASTER | The king hath call'd his parliament, my lord. |
| Lord Chief-Justice | He hath. |
| LANCASTER | I will lay odds that, ere this year expire, | 105 | |
| We bear our civil swords and native fire | |||
| As far as France: I beard a bird so sing, | |||
| Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king. | |||
| Come, will you hence? | |||
| [Exeunt] |
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