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. 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- [78 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 [as 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 [0 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. Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier! Glou. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend indeed; And I dare swear you borrow not that face Lan. Though no man be assur'd what grace to find, 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; 35 40 How might a prince of my great hopes forget 70 The immediate heir of England! Was this easy ? May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten? Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your father; The image of his power lay then in me; 81 85 I gave bold way to my authority son ? Nay, more, to spurn at your most royal image And mock your workings in a second body? se Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours: Be now the father and propose a son, King. You are right, Justice, and you weigh this well, Therefore still bear the balance and the sword; So shall I live to speak my father's words: 66 Happy am I, that have a man so bold, That dares do justice on my proper son; And not less happy, having such a son 120 125 130 You shall be as a father to my youth, 136 141 145 [Exeunt. 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. 10 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, 16 20 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.' Sil. [Singing.] Be merry, wife has all; 66 be merry, my 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. Pist. What! I do bring good news. 134 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.] Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal devise something to do thyself good. Boot, boot, Master Shallow! I [140 know the young king is sick for me. Let us take any man's horses; the laws of England are at my commandment. Blessed are they that have been my friends; and woe to my Lord Chief Justice! 145 Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also! SCENE IV. [London. A street.] Enter BEADLES, [Exeunt. [dragging in] HOSTESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET. Host. No, thou arrant knave; I would to God that I might die, that I might have thee hang'd. Thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint. 1. Bead. The constables have deliver'd her over to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant her. There hath been a man or two lately kill'd about her. Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on! I'll tell thee what, thou damn'd tripe-visag'd rascal, an the child I now go with do miscarry, thou wert better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou paper-fac'd villain! 7 12 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 mis Host. O God, that right should thus overcome might! Well, of sufferance comes ease. Dol. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice. Host. Ay, come, you starv'd blood-hound. Dol. Goodman death, goodman bones! Host. Thou atomy, thou! 38 Dol. Come, you thin thing; come, you ras cal. |