ACT V. SCENE I.-Gloucestershire. A Hall in Shallow's would curry with master Shallow, that no man House. Enter SHALLOW, Falstaff, BarDOLPH, and Page. Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away to-night.What, Davy, I say! Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow. Shal. I will not excuse you; you shall not be excused; excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse spall serve; you shall not be excused. Why, Davy! Davy. Here, sir. Enter DAVY. Shul. Davy, Davy, Davy,-let me see, Davy; let me see:-yea, marry, William cook, bid him come hither.-Sir John, you shall not be excused. Davy. Marry, sir, thus;-those precepts cannot be served: and, again, sir,-Shall we sow the headland with wheat! Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook; Are there no young pigeons? Davy. Yes, sir. Here is now the smith's note, for shoeing and plough-irons. Shal. Let it be cast, and paid:-sir John, you shall not be excused. Davy. Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must needs be had.-And, sir, do you mean to stop any of William's wages, about the sack he lost the other day at Hinckley fair? Shul. He shall answer it:- -Some pigeons, Davy; a couple of short-legged hens; a joint of mutton; and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook. Davy. No worse than they are back-bitten, sir; for they have marvellous foul linen. Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy business, Davy. Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor of Wincot, against Clement Perkes of the hill. Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Visor; that Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge. Davy. I grant your worship, that he is a knave, sir: but yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should have some countenance at his friend's request. An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not. I have served your worship truly, sir, this eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave against an honest man, I have but a very little credit with your worship. The knave is my honest friend, sir; therefore, I beseech your worship, let him be countenanced. Shal. Go to; I say, he shall have no wrong. Look about, Davy. [Exit DAVY.] Where are you, sir John? Come, off with your boots.-Give me your hand, master Bardolph. Bard. I am glad to see your worship. Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind master Bardolph:-and welcome, my tall fellow. [To the Page.] Come, sir John. [Exit SHALLOW. Fal. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow. Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt BARDOLPH and Page.] If I were sawed into quantities, I should make four dozen of such bearded hermit's staves as master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing to see the semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his: They, by observing him, do bear themselves like foolish justices; he, by conversing with them, is turned into a justice-like serving man; their spirits are so married in conjunction with the participation of society, that they flock together in consent, like many wild-geese. If I had a suit to master Shallow, I would humor his men with the imputation of being near their master: if to his men, could better command his servants. It is certain, that either wise bearing, or ignorant carriage, is caught as men take diseases, one of another: therefore, let men take heed of their company. I will devise matter enough out of this Shallow, to keep prince Harry in continual laughter, the wearingout of six fashions, (which is our terms, or two actions,) and he shall laugh without intervallums. O, it is much, that a lie, with a slight oath, and a jest, with a sad brow, will do with a fellow that never had the ache in his shoulders! O, you shall see him laugh till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up. Shal. [Within.] Sir John! Fal. I come, master Shallow; I come, master Shallow. [Exit FALSTAFF. SCENE II.-Westminster. A Room in the Palace. Enter WARWICK, and the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE. War. How now, my lord chief Justice? whither away? Ch. Just. How doth the king? Ch. Just. I hope, not dead. He's walk'd the way of nature; The service that I truly did his life, War. Indeed, I think the young king loves you not. Ch. Just. I know he doth not; and do arm myself, To welcome the condition of the time; Which cannot look more hideously upon me Than I have drawn it in my fantasy. Enter PRINCE JOHN, PRINCE HUMPHREY, CLARENCE, WESTMORELAND, and others. War. Here comes the heavy issue of dead Harry: Ch. Just. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd. War. We do remember; but our argument P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy! Ch. Just. Peace be with us, least 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 assur'd what grace to find, You stand in coldest expectation: I am the sorrier; 'would 'twere otherwise. A serious face. Have you. King. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, | Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear; And wear it in my heart. Why then, be sad: Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares. P. John, &e. We hope no other from your majesty. How might a prince of my great hopes forget What! rate, rebuke, and roughly sent to prison Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your father; And did commit you. If the deed were ill, King. You are right, Justice, and you weigh Therefore still bear the balance and the sword: end you, and obey you, as I did. So shall I live to speak my father's words: My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear; And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you;— for in his tomb lie my affections; To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out *Emperor of the Turk's, died in 1596; his son, who After my seeming. The tide of blood in me say, Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Gloucestershire. The Garden of Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOLPH, the Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard: where, ir 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 sir.-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 Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, And praise heaven for the merry year; And ever among so merrily. 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 wive's as all; [Singing. For woman 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,- Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine, And drink unto the lady mine; Fal. Well said, master Silence, [Singing. Sil. And we shall be merry;-now c mes in the sweet of the night. Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence I'll pledge you a mile to the Bottom. Summon. 6 Italian, much good may it do you. 7 Apples commonly called russetines. 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 wel ome, indeed, too.-I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London. Dary. I hope to see London once ere I die. Bard. An I might see you there, Davy,Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, master Bardolph?" Bard. Yes, sir, in a pottle pot. Shul. 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 heard. ] Look who's at door there: Ho! who knocks? [Exit DAVY. Fal. Why, now you have done me right. [TO SILENCE, who drinks a bumper. Sil. Do me right, [Singing. And dub me knight: Samingo. Is't not so? Ful. '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.- How now, Pistol? Pist. God save you, sir John! 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 'a be; but goodman Puff of Barson. Pist. Puff? Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!— Fal. I pr'ythee now, deliver them like a man of this world. Pist. A foutra for the world, and worldlings base! I speak of Africa, and golden joys. Fal. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news? Let king Cophetua know the truth thereof. Sil. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John. [Sings. - Pist. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons? And shall good news be baffled? Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap. Shul. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding. Pist. 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 conceal them. 1 am, sir, under the king, in some authority. Pist. Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die. Shal. Under king Harry. Pist. Shal. Harry the fourth. Pist. Harry the fourth? or fifth? A foutra for thine office!Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king; Harry the fifth's the man. I speak the truth; When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like The bragging Spaniard. Fal. What! is the old king dead? Pist. As nail in door: the things I speak, are just. 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. Burd. O joyful day!-I would not take a knighthood for my fortune. Pist. What? I do bring good news? Fal. Carry master 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: O, sweet Pistol:-Away, Bardolph.-[Exit BARD.] He who drank a bumper on his knees, to the health of his mistress, was dubbed a knight for the evening. It should be Domingo: it is part of a song in one of Nashe's plays Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and, withal, devist something to do thyself good.-Boot, boot, master Shallow; I know the young king is sick for me Let us take any man's horses; the laws of England are at my commandment. Happy are they whict have been my friends; and woe to my lord chiel Justice! Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also! Where is the life that late I led? say they: Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days. [Exeunt SCENE IV. London. A Street. Enter Beadles, dragging in HOSTESS QUICKLY, and DOLL TEAR-SHEET. Host. No, thou arrant knave; I would, I might die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint. 1 Bead. The constables have delivered her over to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant her: there had been a man or two lately killed about her. Doll. Nut-hook, nut-hook,1 you lie. Come, on! I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal; an the child I now go with, do miscarry, thou had'st better thou had'st struck thy mother, thou paper faced 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! 1 Bead. If I 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. Doll. 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 correc tioner! if you be not swinged, I'll forswear halfkirtles. 1 Bead. Come, come, you she knight-errant, Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, PISTOL, BARDOLPH, an i the Page. Fal. Stand here by me, master Robert Shallow; I will make the king do you grace: I will leer upo him, as 'a comes by; and do but mark the counte nance that he will give me. Pist. God bless thy lungs, good knight. Fal. Come here, Pistol; stand behind me.—0, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. [To SHALLOW.] But 'tis no matter; this poor show doth better: this doth infer the zeal 1 had to see him. Shal. It doth so. Pist. "is semper idem, for absque hoc nihil est: And, as we hear you do reform yourselves, Pist. My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver, Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts, Is in base durance, and contagious prison; By most mechanical and dirty hand: Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto's For Doll is in; Pistol speaks nought but truth. [Shouts within, and the Trumpets sound. Pist. There roar'd the sea, the trumpet-clangor sounds. Enter the 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! We will,--according to your strength, and quali ties,- To see perform'd the tenor of our word.- 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 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 color. Shal A color, I fear, that you will die in, sir Joh. Fal. Fear no colors; go with me to dinner. Come, King. My lord chief Justice, speak to that vain lieutenant Pistol;-come, Bardolph:-I shall be sent for soon at night. man. Ch. Just. Have you your wits? know you what 'tis you speak? Fal. My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart! King, I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester! For heaven doth know, so shall the world perceive, [Exeunt EPILOGUE.-Spoken by a DANCER. FIRST, my fear; then, my court'sy; last, my peech. 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 One word more, I beseech you. If you be not too well, I was lately here in the end of a displeasing much cloyed with fat meat, our humble author play, to pray your patience for it, and to promise will continue the story, with sir John in it, and you a better. I did mean, indeed, to pay you with make you merry with fair Katharine of France: this; which, if, like an ill venture, it come unlucki-where, for anything I know, Falstaff shall die of ly home, I break, and you, my gentle creditors, lose. llere, I promised 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. that were but light payment,-to dance out of your debt. But a good conscience will make any possible satisfaction, and so will I. All the gentlewomen here have forgiven me; if the gentlemen will not, then the gentlemen do not agree with the genflewomen, which was never seen before in such an assembly." If my longue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will you command me to use my legs? and yet 'Tis all in all, and all in every part. Henceforward. a sweat, unless already he be killed 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 so kneel down before you;-but, indeed, to pray for the queen. 7 Most of the ancient interludes conclude with a prayer for the king or queen. Hence, perhaps, the Virant Res & Regina. at the bottom of our modern play-bills CHARLES THE SIXTH, King of France. LEWIS, the Dauphin. EARLS OF SALISBURY, WESTMORELAND, and WAR- DUKES OF BURGUNDY, ORLEANS, and BOURBON ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY. WICK. BISHOP OF ELY. EARL OF CAMBRIDGE, LORD SCROOP, SIR THOMAS GREY, The CONSTABLE of France. RAMBURES, and GRANDPRE, French Lords. Conspirators against the MONTJOY, a French Herald. King. SIR THOMAS ERPINGHAM, GOWER, FLUELLEN, MACMORRIS, JAMY, Officers in King Henry's army. BATES, COURT, WILLIAMS, Soldiers in the same. NYM, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, formerly Servants to Falstaff, now Soldiers in the same. Boy, Servant to them. Ambassadors to the King of England. ISABEL, Queen of France. KATHARINE, Daughter of Charles and Isabel. ALICE, a Lady attending on the Princess Katharine QUICKLY, Pistol's Wife, an Hostess. Lords, Ladies, Officers, French and English S diers, Messengers, and Attendants. The SCENE, at the beginning of the play, lies in England; but afterwards wholly in France. Enter CHORUS. O, for a muse of fire that would ascend Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all, And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, Think, when we talk of horses, that you see the a Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times; ACT I. SCENE I.-London. An Ante-chamber in the But that the scambling and unquiet time King's Palace. Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, and BISHOP OF ELY. Cant. My lord, I'll tell you,-that self bill is urged, Which, in the eleventh year o' the last king's reign, Was like, and had indeed against us pass'd, 1 An allusion to the circular form of the theatre. Helmets. Did push it out of further question. Ely. But how, my lord, shall we resist it now! Cant. It must be thought on. If it pass against us, We lose the better half of our possession: Powers of fancy. |