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From this bare, wither'd trunk: upon thy sight,
My worldly business makes a period.
Where is my Lord of Westmoreland ?

P. Hen. My Lord of Westmoreland,

K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong
Unto the lodging where I first did swoon?

West. 'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.
K. Hen. Laud be to Heaven !-even there my life

must end.
It hath been prophesy'd to me many years,
I should not die but in Jerusalem;
Which vainly I suppos'd, the Holy Land
But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie;
In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.

[Music without. Exeunt.

ACT THE FIFTH.

SCENE I.

The Orchard at SHALLOW's Seat, in Glostershire.

Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and PAGE.

Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away tonight. What, Davy, I say !

Fal. You must excuse me, Master Robert Shallow.

Shal, I will not excuse you; you shall not be excused ; excuses shall not be admitted ; there is no

excuse shall serve ! you shall not be excused.—Why, Davy!

. Enter Davy. Davy. Here, sir.

Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy,let me see, Davy; let me see:-yea, marry, William cook ; bid him come hither:-Sir John, you shall not be excused. .

Davy. Marry, sir, thus; those precepts cannot be served : and, again, sir,-Shall we sow the headland with wheat ?

Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook ;-~Are there no young pigeons?

Davy. Yes, sir. Here is now the smith's note, for shoeing, and plough-irons..

Shal. Let it be cast, and paid :—Sir John, you shall not be excused.- Some pigeons, Davy; a couple of short-legg'd hens; a joint of mutton; and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook.

Davy. Doth the man of war stay all night, sir?

Shal. Yes, Davy. I will use him well; a friend i' the court is better than a penny in purse.

Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor, of Woncot, against Clement Perkes, of the Hill.

Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Visor; that Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge.

Davy. I grant your worship, that he is a knave, sir; but yet, Heaven forbid, sir, but a knave should have some countenance at his friend's request. An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not. I have served your worship truly, sir, these eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave against an honest man, I have but a very little credit with your worship. The knave is mine honest friend, sir; therefore, I beseech your worship, let him be countenanced.

Shal. Go to; I say, he shall have no wrong. Look about, Davy. [Exit Davy.] Where are you, Sir John? Come, off with your boots.-Give me your hand, Master Bardolph.

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.

Fal. I'll follow you, good Master Robert Shallow.. Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt SHALLOW, BARDOLPII, and PAGE.] If I were sawed into quan. tities, I should make four dozen of such bearded hermit's staves as Master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing, to see the semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his: They, by observing him, do bear themselves like foolish justices; be, by conversing with them, is turned into a justice-like serving-man: their spirits are so married in conjunction with the participation of society, that they flock together in consent, like so many wild-geese. It is certain, that either wise bearing, or ignorant carriage, is caught, as men take diseases, one of 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. Oh, it is much 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! Oh, 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.
Enter Four Servants, with Tables, Cups, Wine, Ale,

fc. SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOLPH, Page, and
Davy.
Shal. Nay, Sir John, an you will stay in my ore

chard, here are seats :-we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of carraways, and so forth;-come, cousin Silence.

Fal. 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-man.

Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John.-By the mass, I have drunk too much sack to-lay :- agood varlet. Now sit down: now sit down :- come, cousin.

i [They sit, the SERVANTS waiting. Sil. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a, -we shall — [Singing,

Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,
And praise Heaven for the merry year;
When flesh is cheap, and females dear,
And lusty lads roam here and there,

So merrily,

And ever among so merrily, fc.
Fal. There's a merry heart !–Good Master Si-

lence,
I'll give you a health for that anon.

Shal. Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.

Davy. Sweet sir, sit;-BARDOLPH and Page sit at another Table.] I'll be with you anon:-most sweet sir, sit.-Master Page, good Master Page, sit. [Exit.

Shal. Be merry, Master Bardolph ;-and my little soldier there, be merry. Sil. [Singing. ] Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all;

For women are shrews, both short and tall;
'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all,

And welcome merry shrove-tide.
Be merry, be merry, 8c.

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,

Enter Davy, with a Dish of Apples.
Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you.

[Setting them before BARDOLPH., 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. . , Fal. Well said, Master Silence.

Sil. An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet of the night.

Fal. Health and long life to you, Master Silence!
Sil. [Singing.] Fill the cup, and let it come; .
I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.

Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome : Welcome, my little tiny thief: (To the Page.] and welcome, in-. deed, too.—I'll drink to Master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleros about London.

Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die.
Bard. An I might see you there, Davy,-

Shal. You'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, Master Bardolph?

Bard. Yes, sir, in a pottle pot.

Shal. I thank thee :--The knave will stick by thee, I can assure thee that: he will not out; he is true bred.

Bard. And I'll stick by him, sir.
Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing :

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