O that the living Harry had the temper Ch. Just. Alas! I fear all will be overturned. P. John. We meet like men that had forgot to speak. Is all too heavy to admit much talk. P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy! Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier! P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend, indeed; And I dare swear, you borrow not that face Of seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own. P. John. Though no man be assured what grace to find, You stand in coldest expectation. I am the sorrier; 'would 'twere otherwise. Cla. Well, you must now speak sir John Falstaff fair; Which swims against your stream of quality. Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honor, Enter KING HENRY V. Ch. Just. Good morrow; and Heaven save your majesty! King. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, Sits not so easy on me as you think. Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear; Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds, But Harry, Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers; That I will deeply put the fashion on, And wear it in my heart. Why, then, be sad; For me, by Heaven, I bid you be assured, I'll be your father and your brother too; P. John, &c. We hope no other from your majesty. Ch. Just. I am assured, if I be measured rightly, How might a prince of my great hopes forget What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your father; Hear your own dignities so much profaned, King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this well; So shall I live to speak my father's words: The unstained sword that you have used to bear; My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear; And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you; - Our coronation done, we will accite, As I before remembered, all our state; And (God consigning to my good intents) No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say, [Exeunt. SCENE III. Glostershire. The Garden of Shallow's House. Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOLPH, the Page, and DAVY. Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard; where, in an arbor, we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of carraways, and so forth;-come, cousin Silence; and then to bed. Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich. Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, sir John:-marry, good air.-Spread, Davy; spread, Davy; well said, Davy. Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your serving-man, and your husbandman. Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, sir John.- By the mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper;- -a good varlet. Now sit down, now sit down;come, cousin. Sil. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a,-we shall Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, [Singing. When flesh is cheap, and females dear, And ever among so merrily. Fal. There's a merry heart!-Good master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon. Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine, Davy. Davy. Sweet sir, sit; [Seating BARDOLPH and the Page at another table.] I'll be with you anon: -most sweet sir, sit.Master page, good master page, sit; proface. What you want in meat, we'll have in drink. But you must bear; the heart's all. [Exit. Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph ;-and my little soldier there, be merry. Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife has all; [Singing. For women are shrews, both short and tall: 'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all, And welcome merry Shrove-tide. Be merry, be merry, &c. Fal. I did not think master Silence had been a man of this mettle. Sil. Who, I? I have been merry twice and once, ere now. Re-enter DAVY. Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you. Shal. Davy, [Setting them before BARDOLPH. Davy. Your worship?-I'll be with you straight. [To BARD.-A cup of wine, sir? Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine, And a merry heart lives long-a. [Singing. now comes in the sweet Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence. I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom. Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome; if thou wantest any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.-Welcome, my little tiny thief; [To the Page.] and welcome, indeed, too. -I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London. Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die. Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, master Bardolph ? Bard. Yes, sir, in a pottle pot. Shal. I thank thee. The knave will stick by thee, I can assure 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. [Knocking hard.] Look who's at door there. Ho! who knocks? [Exit DAVY. Fal. Why, now you have done me right. Sil. Do me right, [To SILENCE, who drinks a bumper. And dub me knight: Samingo. Is't not so? Fal. 'Tis so. Sil. Is't so? Why, then say, an old man can do somewhat. Re-enter DAVY. Davy. An it please your worship, there's one Pistol come from the court with news. Fal. From the court, let him come in. |