The image of his power lay then in me: And did commit you. If the deed were ill, Hear your own dignity so much profan'd, King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this Therefore still bear the balance, and the sword: VOL. V. 1 In your regal character and office. BB And not less happy, having such a son, Into the hands of justice. — You did commit me : The unstained sword that you have us'd to bear; There is my hand; You shall be as a father to my youth: My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear; As I before remember'd, all our state: Summon. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Glostershire. The Garden of Shallow's House. Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOlph, the Page, and DAVY. Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard: where, in an arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of carraways, and so forth; come, cousin Silence; and then to bed. Fal. You have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich. Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, sir John: marry, good sir. Spread, Davy; spread, Davy; well said, Davy. Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your serving-man, and your husbandman. 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, Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, we shall And praise heaven for the merry year ; So merrily, And ever among so merrily. [Singing. Fal. There's a merry heart! Good master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon. Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine, Davy. Davy. Sweet sir, sit; [Seating BARDOLPH and the Page at another table.] I'll be with you anon:- most sweet sir, sit. Master page, good master page, sit: proface! What you want in 3 Italian, much good may it do you. meat, we'll have in drink. But you must bear The heart's all. [Exit. Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph ; — and my little soldier there, be merry. Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all ; [Singing. all, For women are shrews, both short and tall; 'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag And welcome merry shrove-tide. Be merry, be merry, &c. 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. Re-enter DAVY. 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. [To BARD.]-A cup of wine, sir? Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine, And drink unto the Lady mine; [Singing. Fal. Well said, master Silence. Sil. And we shall be merry ; sweet of the night. now comes in the Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence. Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come; I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom. Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: If thou wantest any thing, 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 cavaleroes about London. Apples commonly called russetines. Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die. Bard. An I might see you there, Davy, Shal. By the mass, 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: be merry. [Knocking heard.] Look who's at door there: Ho! who knocks? [Exit DAVY. Fal. Why, now you have done me right. [To SILENCE, who drinks a bumper. [Singing. Sil. 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. Re-enter DAVY. Davy. An it please your worship, there's one Pistol come from the court with news. Fal. From the court, let him come in. How now, Pistol? Enter PISTOL. Pist. Save you, sir John! Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pist. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.- Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm. 5 He who drank a bumper on his knees to the health of his mistress was dubb'd a knight for the evening. 6 It should be Domingo; it is part of a song in one of Nashe's plays. |