Re-enter WARWICK. Now, where is he that will not stay so long Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks, With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither. King. But wherefore did he take away the crown? Re-enter PRINCE HENRY. Lo, where he comes. Come hither to me, Harry. 90 Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. [Exeunt [Warwick and the rest]. Prince. I never thought to hear you speak again. 110 Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself, hence! 120 Shal. I thank thee with [all] my heart, kind Master Bardolph and welcome, my tall fellow [to the Page]. Come, Sir John. : 66 Fal. I'll follow you, good Master Robert Shallow. [Exit Shallow.] Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt Bardolph and Page.] If I were saw'd into quantities, I should make four dozen of such bearded hermits' staves as [70 Master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing to see the semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his. They, by observing [of] him, do bear themselves like foolish justices; he, by conversing with them, is turn'd into a justice-like serv- [76 ing-man. Their spirits are so married in conjunction with the participation of society that they flock together in consent, like so many wild-geese. If I had a suit to Master Shallow, I would humour his men with the imputa- [80 tion of being near their master; if to his men, I would curry with Master Shallow that no man could better command his servants. It is certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught, as men take diseases, one of [85 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 wearing out of six fashions, which is four terms, or two actions, and 'a shall laugh without intervallums. O, it is much [90 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! 95 Fal. I come, Master Shallow; I come, Master Shallow. [Exit. SCENE II. [Westminster. The palace.] Enter WARWICK and the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE [meeting]. You stand in coldest expectation. 30 I am the sorrier; would 't were otherwise! Clar. 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 honour, Led by the impartial conduct of my soul; A ragged and forestall'd remission. 35 40 father; 81 The image of his power lay then in me; Nay, more, to spurn at your most royal image yours: Be now the father and propose a son, King. You are right, Justice, and you weigh this well, 106 Therefore still bear the balance and the sword, 66 120 125 130 You shall be as a father to my youth, 136 141 145 [Exeunt. And lusty lads roam here and there So merrily, And ever among so merrily." Fal. There's a merry heart! Good Master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon. 25 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. Proface! What you want in meat, we'll have in drink; but you must bear. The heart's all. [Exit.] 32 Shal. Be merry, Master Bardolph; and, my little soldier there, be merry. 66 Sil. [Singing.] Be merry, be merry, my wife has all; For women are shrews, both short and tall. Shal. Davy! Davy. Your worship! I'll be with you straight. A cup of wine, sir? Sil. [Singing.] "A cup of wine that's brisk and fine, And drink unto the leman mine; And a merry heart lives long-a." 50 Fal. Well said, Master Silence. Sil. An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o' the night. Fal. Health and long life to you, Master Silence. 55 Sil. [Singing.] "Fill the cup, and let it come; I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom." Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome. If thou want'st anything, 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 cavaleros about London. 63 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. 68 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. 72 [One knocks at door. Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing; be merry! Look who's at door there. Ho! who knocks? [Exit Davy.] Fal. Why, now you have done me right. [To Silence, seeing him take off a bumper.] 76 |