Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, fir John-marry, good air.-Spread, Davy; spread, Davy: well faid, Davy. Fal. This Davy ferves you for good ufes; he is your ferving-man, and your husbandman. -- Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, fir John. By the mafs, I have drunk too much fack at fupper:--a good varlet. Now fit down, now fit down : -come, cousin. Sil. Ah, firrah! quoth-a,- And ever among fo merrily. [Singing. Fal. There's a merry heart!-Good master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon. Shal. Give mafter Bardolph fome wine, Davy. Davy. Sweet fir, fit; [Seating BARDOLPH and the Page at another table.] I'll be with you anon :-most sweet fir, fit.- Master page, 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. Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all; "Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all, And welcome merry fbrove-tide. Be merry, be merry, &c. [Singing. Fal. I did not think, mafter Silence had been a man of this mettle. Sil. Who I? I have been merry twice and once, ere now. Re-enter Re-enter DAVY. Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you. Shal. Davy, [Setting them before BARDOLPH. Davy. Your worship?-I'll be with you ftraight. [To BARD.]-A cup of wine, fir? Sil. 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. [Singing. Sil. And we shall be merry ;—now comes in the sweet of the night. Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence! I'll pledge you 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 tiny thief; [To the Page.] and welcome, indeed, too. I'll drink to mafter Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London. Davy. I hope to fee London once ere I die. Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, master Bardolph ? Bard. Yes, fir, in a pottle pot. Shal. I thank thee:-The knave will stick by thee, I can affure thee that he will not out; he is true bred. Bard. And I'll stick by him, fir. Shal. Why, there fpoke 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. Sil. Is't fo? Why, then fay, an old man can do fomewhat. 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, Piftol? Enter PISTOL. Pift. God fave you, fir John! Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pift. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.— Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm. Sil. By'r lady, I think 'a be; but goodman Puff of Barfon. Pift. Puff? Puff in thy teeth, moft recreant coward bafe! Sir John, I am thy Pistol, and thy friend, Fal. I pr'ythee now, deliver them like a man of this world. 8 Pift. Pift. A fourtra for the world, and worldlings base! I fpeak of Africa, and golden joys. Fal. O bafe Affyrian 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? And shall good news be baffled ? Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap. [Sings. Shal. Honeft gentleman, I know not your breeding. Pift. Why then, lament therefore. Shal. Give me pardon, fir;-If, fir, 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, fir, under the king, in fome authority. Pift. Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die. Pift. Shal. Harry the fourth. Harry the fourth? or fifth? A foutra for thine office! Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king; The bragging Spaniard. Fal. What is the old king dead? Pift. As nail in door: the things I speak, are just. Fal. Away, Bardolph; faddle my horfe.-Mafter 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 knighthood for my fortune. Pift. What? I do bring good news? Fal. Carry mafter 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 :-O, fweet Pistol: -Away, H 4 --Away, Bardolph. [Exit BARD.]-Come, Pistol, utter mɔre to me; and, withal, devife fomething to do thyfelf good.-Boot, boot, master 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 woe to my lord chief justice! Pift. Let vultures vile feize on his lungs alfo! Where is the life that late I led, fay they : Why, here it is; Welcome thefe pleasant days. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. London. A Street. Enter Beadles, dragging in Hoftefs QUICKLY, and DOLL TEAR-SHEET. Hoft. No, thou arrant knave; I would I might die, that I might have thee hang'd: thou haft drawn my fhoulder out of joint. 1 Bead. The constables have deliver'd her over to me; and she 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-visaged rafcal; an the child I now go with, do mifcarry, thou hadst better thou hadft ftruck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain. Hoft. O the Lord, that fir John were come! he would make this a bloody day to fomebody. But I pray God, the fruit of her womb miscarry! 1 Bead. If it do, you fhall have a dozen of cushions again; you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both |