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i Groom. It will be two of the clock ere they come from the Coronation : dispatch, dispatch.

[Exeunt Grooms. Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph, and the Boy.

Fal. Stand here by me, master Robert Shallow, I will make the King do you grace : I will leer upon him as he comes by, and do but mark the countenance that he will give me.

Pist. Bless thy lungs, good Knight.

Fal. Come here, Pistol, stand behind me. 0, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestow'd the thousand pound I borrow'd of you. But it is no matter, this poor show doth better; this doth infer the zeal I had to see him.

Shal. It doth so.
Fal. It shews my earneitness of affection.
Pijt. 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

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Shal. It is most certain.

Fal. But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting all affairs else in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done but to see him.

Pift. 'Tis semper idem; for absque hoc nihil eft. 'Tis all in all, and all in every part.

Shal. 'Tis so, indeed.

Pift. My Knight, I will enflame thy noble liver, . and make thee rage. Thy Dol and Helen of thy noble thoughts Is in base durance and contagious prison; Haul'd thither by mechanic dirty hands. [fnake, Rouse up revenge from Ebon den, with fell Ale&to's For Dol is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.

Fal.

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Fal. I will deliver her.

Pif. "There roar'd the fea: and trumpet-clangour sounds.

S CE N E VIII. The Trumpets found. Enter the King, and his train. Fal.

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OD save thy Grace, King Hal, my royal Hal!

Pist. The heav'ns thee guard and keep, moft royal imp of fame!

Tal. God save thee, my sweet boy!
King. My Lord Chief Justice, speak to that yain man.
Ch. Just. Have you your wits? know you, what 'uis

you fpeak? Fal. Niy King, my Jove, I speak 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 such a kind of man, So furfeil-swell'd, fo old, and so profane; But, being awake. I do despise my dream. Make less thy body, (hence!) and more thy grace; Leave gormandizing. Know, the Grave doth gape For thee, thrice wider than for other men. Reply not to me with a fool-born jeft; Presume not, that I am the thing I was: For heav'n doth know, fo fhall ihe world perceive, That I have turn'd away my former self, So will I those that keep me company. When thou doft hear I am as I have been, Approach me, and thou thalt be as thou waft, The tutor and the feeder of my riots ; Till then I banith thee, on pain of death, As I have done the rest of my mis-leaders, Not to come near our person by ten miles. For competence of life, I will allow you, That lack of means enforce you not to Evil: And as we hear you do reform yourselves, We will according to your strengths and qualities

Set on.

Give you advancement. Be’t your charge, my lord, To see perform'd the tenour of our word.

[Ex. King, &c. S CE N E IX. Fal.

M AUTER Shallow, I owe you a thousand Shal. Ay, marry, Sir John, which I beseech you to let me have home with me.

Fal. That can hardly be, master Shallow. Do not you grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private to him: look

you,

he mult seem thus to the world. Fear not your advancement, I will be the man yet that shall make you great.

Shal. I cannot perceive how, unless you give me your doublet, and stuff me out with straw. I beseech you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred of my thousand.

Fal. Sir, I will be as good as my word. This, that you heard, was but a colour,

Shal. A colour, I fear, that you will die in, Sir John.

Fal. Fear no colours: go with me to dinner: come, lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph. I shall be sent for soon at night.

Enter Chief Justice and Prince John. Ch. Juft. Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet, Take all his company along with him.

Fal, My lord, my lord,

Ch. Just. I cannot now speak, I will hear you soon. Take them away. Pift. Si fortuna me tormenta, il sperare me contenta.

[Exeunt. Manent Lancaster, and Chief Justice. Lan. I like this fair proceeding of the King's. He hath intent, his wonted followers

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Shall all be very well provided for;
But they are banilh'd, till their conversations
Appear more wise and modest to the world.
Ch. Just. And so they are.
Lan. The King hath call’d his Parliament, my lord.
Ch. Juft. He hath.

Lan. I will lay odds, that ere this year expire,
We bear our civil swords and native fire
As far as France. I heard a bird so sing,
Whose music, to my thinking, pleas'd the King.
Come, will you hence ?

Exeunt.

EPILOGUE

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ture.

Spoken by a Dance R. FIRST, my fear;. then, my courtsy; laft, my speech,

My fear is your displeasure'; my courtly, my duty; and my speech, to beg your pardons. If you look for a good speech now, you undo me; for what I have to say is of mine own making, and what, indeed, I should say, will, I doubt, prove niine own marring. But to the purpose, and so to the ven

Be it known to you, (as it is very well) I was lately here in the end of a displeasing Play, to pray your patience for it, and to promise you a better. I did mean, indeed, to pay you with this; which if, like an ill venture, it come unluckily home, I break; and you, my gentle creditors, lose. Here, I promised you, I would be, and here I commit ny body to your mercies: bate me fome, and I will pay you somne, and, as inofl debtors do, promise you infinitely. If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will

you command me to use my legs? and yet that were but light payment, to dance out of your debt : but a good conscience will make any possible satisfaction, and so will I. All the gentlea women here have forgiven me; if the gentlemen will not, then the gentlemen do not agree with the gentlewomen, which was never seen before in such an assembly.

Que word more, I beseech you ; if you be not too much cloy'd with fat meat, our humble author will continue the Nory with Sir John in it, and make you merry with fair Ca

tharine of France; where, for any thing I know, Falstaff Jhall die of a sweat, unless already he be kill'd with your hard opinions: for Oldcaftle died a martyr, and this is not the

My tongue is weary: when my legs are too, I will bid you good night, and so kneel down before you ; but, indeed, to pray for the Queen.

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