'Tis merry in Hall, when Beards wag all,

And welcome, merry Shrovetide.

Be merry, be merry.

Fal. I did not think Mafter Silence had been a Man of this Mettle.

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Sil. Who I? I have been merry twice and once ere

now.

Dav. There is a difh of Leather-coats for you.

Shal. Davy.

Dav. Your Worship

Cup of Wine, Sir?

I'll be with you ftreight. A

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 faid, Mafter Silence.

Sil. If we fhall be merry, now comes in the fweet of the Night.

Fal. Health and long Life to you, Mafter Silence.

Sil. Fill the Cup, and let it come. I'll pledge you, were't a mile to the bottom.

Shal. Honeft Bardolph, welcome; if thou want'ft any thing and wilt not call befhrew thy Heart. Welcome my little tyny Thief, and welcome indeed too: I'll drink to Mafter Bardolph, and to all the Cavileroes about London.

Dav. I hope to fee London, once ere I dye, tidak Bard. If I might fee you there, Davy, 1

Shal. You'll crack a Quart together i Ha, will you not, Mafter Bardolph?

Bard. Yes, Sir, in a pottle Pot."

Shal. I thank thee; the Knave will ftick by thee, I can affure thee that. He will not out, he is true bred. Bard. And I'll stick by him, Sir.

Shal. Why, there fpoke a King: Lack nothing, be merry? Look, who's at Door there, ho: Who knocks? Fal. Why now you have done me right.

Sil. [Singing.] Do me right, and dub me Knight, Samingo. Is't not fo?

Fal 'Tis fo.

Sil. Is't? Why then fay an old Man can do somewhat.

Dav. If it please your Worthip there's one Piftol come from the Court with News.

Fal. From the Court? Let him come.

How now, Piftol?

Enter Piftol.

Pift. Sir John, fave you, Sir.

Fal. What Wind blew you hither, Pistol?

Pift. Not the ill Wind which blows none to good, fweet Knight: Thou art now one of the greateft Men in the Realm.

Sil. Indeed, I think he be, but Goodman Puff of Barfon. Pift. Puff puff in thy Teeth, moft recreant Coward base. Sir John, I am thy Piftol, and thy Friend; helter skelter have I rode to thee, and Tydings do I bring, and lucky Joys, and golden Times, and happy News of price.

Fal. I prithee now deliver them, like a Man of this World, Pift. A footra for the World, and Worldlings base, I fpeak of Africa, and Golden Joys.

Fal. O bale Affyrian Knight, what is thy News? Let King Covitha know the truth thereof.

Sil. And Robin-hood, Scarlet, and John.

Pift. Shall dunghil Curs confront the Helicons? And fhall good News be baffled?

Then Pistol lay thy Head in Fury's Lap.

Shal. Honeft Gentleman,

I know not your breeding.

Pif. Why then lament therefore.

Shal. Give me pardon, Sir.

If, Sir, you come with News from the Court, I take it, there is but two ways, either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am Sir, under the King, in fome Authority,

Pift. Under which King?

Bezonian, fpeak, or dye.

Shal Under King Harry.

Pift. Harry the Fourth? or Fifth?

Shal. Harry the Fourth..

Pift. A footra for thine Office.

Sir John, thy tender Lamb-kin now is King,
Harry the Fifth's the Man, I speak the truth
When Piftol lies, do this, and fig-me, like

The

The bragging Spaniard.

Fal. What, is the old King dead?
Pift. As Nail in Door,

The Things I fpeak are juft.

Fal. Away Bardolph, faddle my Horse,

Mafter Robert Shallow, chufe 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 Knighthood for my Fortune.
Pift. What? I do bring good News.

Fal. Carry Mafter Silence to Bed: Mafter Shallow, mỹl Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am Fortune's Steward. Get on thy Boots, we'll ride all Night. Oh, fweet Piftel; away Bardolph: Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and, withal, devife fomething to do thy felf good. Boot, boot, Mafter Shallow, I know the young King is fick for me. Let us take any Man's Horfes: The Laws of England are at my Commandment. Happy are they which have been my Friends; and wo unto my Lord Chief Juftice.

Pift. Let Vultures vile feize on his Lungs alfo : Where is the Life that late I led, fay they? Why here it is, welcome thofe pleafant Days.

SCENE IV.

[Exeunt

Enter Hoftefs Quickly, Doll Tear-fheet and Beadles.

Hoft. No, thou arrant Knave, I would I might die, that I might have thee hang'd; thou haft drawn my Shoulder out of joynt.

Bead. The Conftables have deliver'd her over to me; and the 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-vifag'd Rafcal, if the Child I now go with do mifcarry, thou hadft better thou hadft ftrook thy Mother, thou Paper-fac'd Villain.

Hoft. Ó that Sir John were come, he would make this a bloody day to fome body. But I would the Fruit of her Womb might mifcarry.

Bead,

Bead. If it do, you fhall have a dozen of Cushions a⇒ gain, you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go with for the Man is dead that you and Pistol beat

me,

among you.

Del. I'll tell thee what, thou thin Man in a Cenfor; I will have you as foundly fwing'd for this, you blue-bottled Rogue; you filthy famifh'd Correctioner, if you be not fwing'd I'll forfwear half Kirtles.

Bead. Come, come, you fhe-Knight-arrant, come.

Hoft. O, that Right fhould thus o'ercome Might. Well, of fufferance comes ease.

Dol. Come, you Rogue, come;

Bring me to a Juftice.

.

Hoft. Yes, come, you ftarv'd Blood-hound.
Dol. Goodman Death, Goodman Bones.

Hoft. Thou Anatomy, thou.

Dol. Come, you thin Thing:

Come, you Rafeal.

-Bead. Very well

SCENE V.

Enter two Grooms.

1 Groom. More Rufhes, more Rufhes.

2 Gooom. The Trumpets have founded twice.

[Exeunts

1 Groom. It will be two of the Clock ere they come from the Coronation. [Exeunt Grooms. Enter Falftaff, Shallow, Piftol, Bardolph and Page. Fal Stand here by me, Mafter Robert Shallow, I will make the King do you Grace: I will lear upon him as he comes by, and do but mark the Countenance that he will give me.

Pift. Blefs thy Lungs, good Knight."

Fal. Come here, Pistol, ftand behind me. O, if I had had time to have made new Liveries, I would have be-. ftow'd the thousand Pound I borrow'd of you. But it is no matter, this poor Shew doth better; this doth infer the Zeal I had to fee him.

Shal. It doth fo.

Fal It fhews my carneftness in Affection.

Pik

Pift. It doth fo

Fal. My Devotion.

Pift. It doth, it doth, it doth.

Fal. As it were to ride Day and Night, And not to deliberate, not to remember, Not to have patience to shift me.

Shal. It is most certain.

Fal. But to ftand ftained with Travel and Sweating with defire to fee him, thinking of nothing elfe, putting all Affairs in oblivion, as if there were nothing elfe to be done but to fee him.

Pift. 'Tis femper idem; for abfque hoc nibil: eft. 'Tis all in every part.

Shal. 'Tis fo indeed.

Pift. My Knight, I will enflame thy Noble Liver, and make thee rage. Thy Dol, and Helen of thy noble Thoughts is in bafe Durance and contagious Prifon; hall'd thither by moft mechanical and dirty Hands. Rowze up Revenge from Ebon Den, and fell Alecto's Snake, for Dol's in. Piftol fpeaks nought but troth.

Fal, I will deliver her..

Pift There roar'd the Sea; and Trumpet Clangour founds.

The Trumpets found. Enter King Henry the Fifth, bis Brothers, and the Lord Chief Justice.

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Fal. Save thy Grace, King Hal, my Royal Hal. Pift. The Heav'ns thee guard and keep, moft Royal Imp of Fame.

Fal. Save thee, my fweet Boy.

King My Lord Chief Juftice fpeak to that vain Man Ch. Juft. Have you your Wits?

Know you what 'tis you speak?

Fal. My King, my Jove, I fpeak to thee, my Heart. King. I know thee not, old Man: Fall to thy Prayers: How ill white Hairs become a Fool and Jefter! I have long Dream'd of fuch a kind of Man, So furfeit-fwell'd, fo old, and fo prophane; But, being awake, I do' defpife my Dream.. Make lefs thy Body, hence, and more thy Grace, Leave gormandizing. Know, the Grave doth gape

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