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Scilens. A firra quoth a, we shall do nothing but eate and make good cheere, and praise God for the merry yeere, when felh is cheape and females deare, and lusty laddes roame here and there fo merely, and euer among so merily.
Sir John. Theres a merry heart, good M. Silens, Ile giuc you a health for that anon.
Shal. Giue master Bardolfe some wine, Dauy.
Dauy. Sweet sir sit, Ile be with you anon, most sweet sir fit, master page, good master page fit: proface, what you want in meate, wecle haue in drink, but you must beare, the heart's al.
Shal. Be mery master Bardolfe, and my litle souldier there,
Scilens. Be merry, be mery, my wife has all, for women are shrowes both fort and tall, tis merry in hal when beards wags all, and welcome mery Shrouetide, be mery, be mery.
Falst. I did not thinke master Scilens had bin a man of this mettall.
Scilens. Who I? I haue beene mery twice and once ere ROW.
Dauy. Your worthip: Ile be with you straight, a cup of wine fir.
Scilens. A cup of wine thats briske and fine, and drinke vnto the leman mine, and a mery heart liues long a.
Falst. Well said master Scilens.
Scilens. And we shall be mery, now comes in the sweete a'th night.
Falft. Health and long life to you master Scilens.
Scilens. Fill the cuppe, and let it come, Ile pledge you a mile too'th bottome.
Shal. Honest Bardolfe, welcome, if thou wantít any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart, welcome my little tiny theefe, and welcome indeede too, Ile drinke to master Bar. dolfe, and to all the cabileros about London.
Dauy. I hope to see London once ere I die.
Shal. By the mas youle cracke a quarte together, ha will you not master Bardolfe ?
Bar. Yea fir, in a portle pot.
Sha. By Gods liggens I thanke thee, the knauc will sticke by thee, I can assure thee that a wil not out, a tis true bred!
Bar. And Ile sticke by him sir. One knockes at doore,
Sha. Why there fpoke a king: lacke nothing, be mery, Looke who's at doore there ho, who knockes?
Falst. Why now you haue done me right.
Silens. Do me right, and dub me knight, famingo: ift not fo?
Falt. Tis fo.
Dauy. And't please your worship, theres one Pistoll come from the court with newes.
Falst. From the court? let him come in, how now Pistol ?
Piftol. Not the ill winde which blowes no man to good: sweete ķnight, thou art now one of the greatest men in this realme.
Silens. Birlady I thinke a be, but goodman Puffe of Barfon.
Pisto, Puffe? puffe ith thy teeth, most recreant coward, base, fir lohn, I am thy Pistol and thy frend, and helter skelter,
haue haue I rode to thee, and tidings do I bring, and luckie ioyes, and golden times, and happy news of price. lohn. I
pray thee now deliuer them like a man of this world.
Piftol. A footre for the world and worldlings base, I speake of Affrica and golden ioyes.
lohn. O base Asirian knight! what is thy newes ? let king Couetua know the truth thereof.
Scilens. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and lohn.
Pistol. Shal dunghill curs confront the Helicons ? and shall good newes be baffled ? then Piftoll lay thy head in furies lap
Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
Shal. Giue me pardon fir, if fir you come with newes from the court, I take it theres but two waies, either to vtter them, or conceale them, I am sir vnder the king in some authoritie,
Pistol. Vnder which king, Bejonian ? speake, or die.
Pift. A fowtre for thine office: fir lohn, thy tender lambkin now is king: Harry the fifts the man: I speake the truth: when Pistol lics, do this, and fig me, like the bragging Spaniard.
Falst. What is the old king dead?
Fal. Away Bardolfe, faddle my horse, M. Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land, tis thine : Piftol, I will double charge thee with dignities.
Bard. O joyful day! I would not take a knight for my fortune.
Pistol. What? I do bring good newes.
Falft. Carry master Scilens to bed : master Shallow, my lord Shalow, be what thou wilt, I am fortunes steward, get on thy boots, weel ride al night: û sweet Pistol, away Bar. dolf, com Pistol, vtter more to me, and withall, deuife fomething to doe thy selfe good, boote, boote master Shallow, I know the yong king is sicke for me: let vs take any mans horses, the lawes of England are at my commandement, blessed are they that haue bin my friends, and woe to my lord chiefe justice.
Pift. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also: where is the life that late I led, say they, why here it is, welcome these plesant dayes.
Enter Sincklo and three or foure officers. · Host. No, thou arrant knaue, I would to God that I might die, that I might haue thee hangd, thou hast drawn my shoul. der out of ioynt.
Sincklo. The constables haue deliuered her ouer to mee, and shee shall haue whipping cheere I warrant her, there hath beene a man or two kild about her.
Whoore. Nut-hooke, nut-hooke, you lie, come on, Ile tell thee what, thou damnd tripe visagde rascall, and the child I go with, do miscarry, thou wert better thou hadīt strook thy mother, thou paper-facde villaine.
Hoft. O the Lord, that sir Iohn were come! I would make this a bloody day to some body: but I pray God the fruite of her wombe miscarry.
Sincklo. If it doe, you shall haue a dozzen of cushions againe, you haue but eleuen nowe: come, I charge you both goe with mee, for the man is dead that you and Piftoll beat amongst you.
Whcore. Ile tell you what, you thin man in a censor, I will haue you as foundly swingde for this, you blewbottle rogue, you filthy famisht correctioner, if you be not swingde, Ile forfweare halfe kirtles. Sinck. Comne, come, you fee-knight-arrant, come,
· Hoft. O God, that right should thus ouercom might! wel, of sufferance comes ease.
Whoore. Come you rogue, come bring me to a iustice.
Enter frewers of ruskes. i More rushes, more rushes. 2 The trumpets haue founded twice.
3 Twill be two a clocke ere they come from the coronation, dispatch, dispatch.
Trumpets found, and the king, and his traine passe ouer the stage : after them enter Falstaffe, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolfe, and the boy.
Falf. Stand heere by me maister Shallow, I will make the king doe you grace, I will leere vpon him as a comes by, and do but marke the countenaunce that he will giue mę.
Pift. God blesse thy lungs good knight.
Falst. Come heere Pistoll, stand behindemee. O if I had had time to haue made new liueries: I woulde haue bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you, but tis no matter, this poore shew doth better, this doch inferre the zeale I had to see him.
Pist. Ic doth fo.
Fal. As it were to ride day and night, and not to deliberate, not to remember, not to haue pacience to shift me.