Sil. By'r lady, I think ’a be; but goodman Puff of Barson.

Pist. 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 man of this world.

Pist. A fico for the world, and worldlings base! I 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. [Sings.

Pist. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons? And shall good news be baffled

? Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap. Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your

breeding. Pist. 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 some authority. Pist. Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or

die. Shal. Under king Harry, Pist.

Harry the fourth ? or fifth ?
Shal. Harry the fourth.

A fico for thine office !
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king;
Harry the fifth's the man. I speak the truth :
When Pistol lies, do this ; and fig me, like
The bragging Spaniard.

Fal. What! is the old king dead ?
Pist. As nail in door: the things I speak, are just.

Fal. Away, Bardolph; saddle my horse. - Master Robert Shallow, choose 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 knight-hood for


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:-0, sweet Pistol :- Away, Bardolph. [Exit BARD.] - Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal, devise something, to do thyself good. Boot, boot, master Shallow ; I know, the young king is sick 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 !

Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also !
Where is the life that late I led, say they :
Why, here it is ; Welcome these pleasant days.



A public Place near Westminster Abbey,

Enter Two Grooms, strewing Rushes.
1 Groom. More rushes, more rushes.
2 Groom. The trumpets have sounded twice.

1 Groom. It will be two o'clock ere they come from the coronation : Despatch, despatch.

[Exeunt Grooms.


and the Page. Fal. Stand here by me, master Robert Shallow ; will make the king do you grace: I will leer

upon him, as ’a 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. -O, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. [To SHALLOW.] But 'tis no matter ; this poor

show doth better : this doth infer the zeal I had to see him.

Shal. It doth so.
Fal. It shows my earnestness of affection.
Shal. It doth so.
Fal. My devotion.
Shal. 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 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.

Pist. 'Tis semper idem, for absque hoc nihil est?: 'Tis all in every part. Shal. 'Tis so, indeed.

[Shouts within, and the Trumpets sound. Pist. There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor


Enter the King and his Train, the Chief Justice

among them. Fal. God save thy grace, king Hal! my royal Hal!

Pist. The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!

Fal. God save thee, my sweet boy!

7 'Tis all in all, and all in every part.


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King. My lord chief justice, speak to that vain Ch. Just. Have you your wits? know you what

'tis Fal. My 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 jester! I have long dream’d of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so 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 jest ; Presume not, that I am the thing I was :For heaven doth know, so shall the world perceive; That I have turn'd away my former self; So will I those that kept me company, When thou dost hear I am as I have been, Approach me; and thou shalt be as thou wast, The tutor and the feeder of


riots : Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death, As I have done the rest of my misleaders, 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 strength, and quali

ties, Give you

advancement. Be it your charge, my

lord, To see perform'd the tenor of our word.

[Exeunt King, and his Train. Fal. Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand



Set on.

8 Henceforward.


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 must 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.


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Re-enter Prince John, the Chief Justice,

Officers, &c.
P. John. I like this fair proceeding of the king's:
He hath intent, his wonted followers
Shall all be very well provided for;
But all are banish’d, till their conversations
Appear more wise and modest to the world.

Ch. Just. And so they are.
P.John, The king hath call’d his parliament, my

lord. Ch. Just. He hath. P, John. I will lay odds, --- that, ere this year

We bear our civil swords, and native fire,
As far as France: I heard a bird so sing,
Whose musick, to my thinking, pleas'd the king.
Come, will you hence ?


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