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Pis. 'Tis semper idem, for absque hoc nihil est. 'Tis all in every part.
Shal. 'Tis so, indeed.
Pis. 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 ; Haul'd thither By most mechanical and dirty hand. Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto's
snake, For Doll is in; Pistol speaks naught but truth. Fal. I will deliver her.
[shouts within, and the trumpets sound. Pis. There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor
Enter king and his train, the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE
Fal. God save thy grace, king Hal! my royal
Hal! Pis. The heavens thee guard and keep, most
royal imp 1 of fame! Fal. God save thee, my sweet boy. King. My lord chief justice, speak to that vain
Ch. Jus. 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 prayers. How ill white hairs become a fool and jester! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell’d, so old, and so profane ; But, being awake, I do despise my dream. Make less thy body, hence, and more thy grace; Leave gormandising: know, the grave doth gape For thee thrice wider than for other men. Reply not to me with a fool-born jest; Presume not, that I am the thing I was : For Heaven doth know, so shall the world per
That I have turn'd away my former self ;
Give you advancement. Be it your charge, my
lord, To see perform’d the tenor of our word.
[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 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 John.
Fal. Fear no colors; go with me to dinner. Come, lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph : I shall be sent for soon at night.
Re-enter PRINCE JOHN, CHIEF JUSTICE, Officers, &c.
Ch. Jus. Go, carry sir John Falstaff to the Fleet ; Take all his company along with him.
Fal. My lord, my lord,