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Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol ?
Pist. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.-Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm.
Sil. By’r lady, I think he be, but goodman Puff of Barson.
Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base !
And golden times, and happy news of price.
I speak of Africa, and golden joys.
Let king Cophetua know the truth thereof.
And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John. Pist. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons ?
And shall good news be baffled ?
Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.
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 some authority.
Pist. Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die.
Harry the fourth ? or fifth?
A foutra for thine office !
fig me, like
Fal. Away, Bardolph! saddle my horse. — Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine.—Pistol, I will double-charge thee with dignities.
Bard. O joyful day !-I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.
Pist. What, I do bring good news ?
“ Where is the life that late I led ?" say they :
SCENE IV.--LONDON. A Street. Enter Beadles, dragging in Hostess QUICKLY and DOLL TEAR-SHEET. Host. No, thou arrant knave; I would to God I might die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.
i Bead. The constables have delivered her over to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant her: there hath been a man or two lately killed about her.
Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal, an the child I now go with do miscarry, thou hadst better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou paperfaced villain.
Host. O the Lord, that Sir John were come! he would make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her womb miscarry!
i Bead. If it do, you shall 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 Pistol beat among you.
Dol. I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a censer, I will have you as soundly swinged for this, you blue-bottle rogue ! you filthy famished correctioner! if you be not swinged, I'll forswear halfkirtles.
i Bead. Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.
Host. O, that right should thus overcome might! Well, of sufferance comes ease.
Dol. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.
SCENE V.-A public Place near Westminster Abbey.
Enter two Grooms, strewing rushes. i Groom. More rushes, more rushes. 2 Groom. The trumpets have sounded twice.
i Groom. It will be two o'clock ere they come from the coronation: despatch, despatch.
Exeunt Grooms. Enter FalstaFF, SHALLOW, Pistol, BARDOLPH, and Page. Fal. Stand here by me, master Robert Shallow; I will make the king do you grace: I will leer upon him, as he comes by; and do but mark the countenance that he will give me.
Pist. God bless thy lungs, good knight.
Fal. Come here, Pistol ; stand behind me.--[TO SHALLOW.) O, if I had had 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,
Shal. It doth so.
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. But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with desire to see him; thinking of nothing else, putting all affairs else in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done but to see him.
Pist. 'Tis semper idem, for absque hoc nihil est : 'tis all' in every part.
Shal. 'Tis so, indeed.
And make thee rage.
For Doll is in: Pistol speaks naught but truth.
Enter King and his train, the Chief Justice among them. Fal. God save thy grace, king Hal! my royal Hal! Pist. The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!
Fal. God save thee, my sweet boy !
How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
[Exeunt King and his train. Fal. Master 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, 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 advancement; I will be the man yet that shall make you great.
Shal. I cannot 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.
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 Pistol ;-come, Bardolph :-I shall be sent for soon at night.
Re-enter PRINCE John, the Chief Justice, Qfficers, &c. Ch. Just. Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet: Take all his company along with him.
Fal. My lord, my lord,-
Take them away.
[Exeunt Fal. SHAL. Pist. BARD. and Page, with Officers. P. John. I like this fair proceeding of the king's :
He hath intent his wonted followers
Appear more wise and modest to the world.
We bear our civil swords and native fire
EPILOGUE.—Spoken by a Dancer. First, my fear; then, my court'sy ; last, my speech. My fear is, your displeasure ; my court'sy, my duty; 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 purpose, and so to the venture.—Be it known to you, (as it is very well,) I was lately here in the end of a displeasing play, to pray your patience for it, and to promise 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, lose. Here, I mised you, I would be, and here I commit my body to your mercies: bate me some, and I will pay you some; and, as most debtors do, promise you infinitely.
If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will you command me to use my legs? and yet that were but light payment,—to dance out of your debt. But a good conscience will make any possible