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Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your servingman, and your husbandman.
Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John. By th' Mass, I have drank too much Sack at supper. — A good varlet. Now fit down, now fit down: come, cousin.
Sil. Ah, firrah, quoth-a, We shall do nothing but eat, and make good chear, (Singing. And praise heav'n for the merry year; When fles is cheap and females dear, And lufty lads roam here and there; So merily, and ever among, so nuerrily, &c.
Fal. There's a merry heart, good master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon.
Shal. Give Mr. Bardolph some wine, Davy.
Davy. Sweet Sir, fit; I'll be with you anon; most fweet Sir, fit. Master Page, sit: good master Page fit: proface. What you want in meat, we'll have in drink; but you must bear; the heart's all. [Exit.
Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph, and, my little foldier there, be merry.
Sil. (Singing ] Be merry, be merry, my wife has all,
Shrovetide. Be merry, be merry.
Fal. I did not think, master Silence had been a man of this mettle. Sil. Who I? I have been
twice and once
Davy. Your Worship-I'll be with you straight.
Sil. (Singing ] A cup of wine, That's Trifk and fine,
And drink unto the leman mine ;
Fal. Well said, master Silence.
Sil. If we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet of the night.
Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence.
Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come. I'll pledge you, were't a mile to the bottom.
Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome; if thou want'st any thing and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. Welcome, my little tiny thief, and welcome, indeed, too: I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the cavileroes about London.
Davy. I hope to see London, ere I die.
Shal. You'll crack a quart together? ha, will you not, master Bardolph ?
Bard. Yes, Sir, in a pottle pot.
Shal. By God's liggens, 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.
[One knocks at the door. Shal. Why, there spoke a King: lack nothing, be merry. Look, who's at the door there, ho: who knocks?
al. Why, now you have done me right. Sil. (Singing.) Do me right, and dub me Knight, Samingo. Is't not so ?
Fal. 'Tis so.
Sil. Is’t so? why, then say, an old man can do somewhat.
Davy. If it please your Worship, there's one Pifol come from the Court with news.
Fal. From the Court? let him come in.
S CE N E V.
How now, Pistol ?
Pift. Sir John, 'Save you, Sir. .
Pift. Not the ill wind which blows no man good, sweet Knight: thou art now one of the greatest men in the Realm.
Sil. Indeed, I think he be, but goodman Puff of Barson.
Pift. Puff? Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base; Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend; And helter skelter have I rode to thee; And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, And golden times, and happy news of price. Fal. I pr’ythee now, deliver them like a nian of
this world. Pift. A foutra for the world and worldlings base ! Speak of Africa and golden joys.
Fal. O base Assyrian Knight, what is thy news? Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
Sil. And Robin-hood, Scarlet, and John.
Pift. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons ?
Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
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 some authority.
Pift. Under which King ? * Bezonian, speak or die. Shal. Under King Harry. * Bizonian,] A vile or needy Person.
Pift. Harry the Fourth? or Fifth ?
Pift. A foutra for thine office !
Fal. What, is the old King dead?
Fal. Away, Bardolph, faddie my horse. Master Robert Shallow, chiuse what office thou wilt in the Land, 'tis thine. Pistol, I will double charge thee with Dignities.
Bard. O joyful day! I would not take a Knighthood for
fortune. Pist. What? I do bring good news.
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. Oh, sweet Pistol! away, Bardolph: come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal devise something to do thyself good.
Boot, boot, master Shallow. I know, the young King is fick for me.
Let us take any man's horses : the Laws of England are at my commandment, Happy are they which have been my friends; and woe to my Lord Chief Justice !
Pift. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
SC E N E VI.
Enter Hoft efs Quickly, Doll Tear-sheet, and Beadles, Hoft. thou arrant knave, I would I might die
that I might have thee hang'd; thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.
Bead. The constables have deliver'd her over to
come on, I'll tell thee what, thou damn'd tripe-visag'd rascal, if the child, I go with, do miscarry, thou hadft better thou hadît struck thy mother, thou paper-fac'd villain.
Hoft. O the Lord, that Sir John were come, he would make this a bloody day to some body. But I pray God, the fruit of her womb miscarry.
Bead. If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again, you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go with me; for the man is dead, that
and Pistol beat among you.
Dol. I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a Censer ! I will have you as foundly swing'd for this, you bluebottle rogue! you filthy familh'd correctioner! if
f you be not swing'd, I'll forswear half-kirtles.
Bead. Come, come, you she-Knight-arrant, come.
Dol. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a Justice,
S C E Ν. Ε.
A public Place near Westminster-Abbey.
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Enter two Grooms strewing rushes.
OR E rushes, more rushes.