King. You all look strangely on me: You are, I think, assur'd I love you not. Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd 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; And did commit you. If the deed were ill, 84 SECOND PART OF And, as you are a king, speak in your state, King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this well; Therefore still bear the balance and the sword: And I do wish your honours may increase, For which, I do commit into You did commit me: your hand Th' unstained sword that you have us'd to bear; There is my hand. I beseech you; – grave, My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear; That the great body of our state may go In which you, father, shall have foremost hand. [To the Lord Chief-Justice. Our coronation done, we will accite, [Exeunt. SCENE III. Gloucestershire. 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 arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of caraways, and so forth: lence: and then to bed. come, cousin Si 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 husband. 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, And ever-among so merrily. [Singing. 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; I'll be with you anon; most sweet sir, sit. — Master page, good master page, sit. [Bard. and Page sit at another table.] - Proface! What you want in meat, we'll have in drink: but you must bear; the heart's all. Shal. Be merry, Master Bardolph; dier there, be merry. [Exit. and, my little sol Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife has all; And welcome merry Shrove-tide. Be merry, be merry, &c. [Singing. 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's a dish of leather-coats for you. Shal. Davy, [Setting them before Bardolph. Davy. Your worship? [To Bardolph] I'll be with you straight. Sil. A cup of wine, sir? A cup of wine that's brisk and fine, And a merry heart lives long-a. Fal. Well said, Master Silence. o' the night. [Singing. now comes in the sweet Fal. Health and long life to you, Master Silence! Sil. I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom. [Singing. Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. [To the Page] Welcome, my little tiny thief, 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. 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. Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot. Shal. By God's liggens, I thank thee: the knave will stick by thee, I can assure thee that: 'a 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 within.] Look who's at door there, ho! who knocks? Fal. Why, now you have done me right. Sil. Is't not so? Fal. "Tis so. [Exit Davy. [To Silence, who has just drunk a bumper. Do me right, And dub me knight: Samingo. [Singing. Sil. Is't so? Why, then, say an old man can do somewhat. Re-enter DAVY. Davy. An't please your worship, there's one Pistol come from the court with news. Fal. From the court! let him come in. How now, Pistol! Enter PISTOL. Pist. Sir John, God save you! 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! |