Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook-are there no young pigeons?

Davy. Yes, Sir. Here is now the smith's note for shoeing and plough-irons.

Shal. Let it be caft up and paid.-Sir John, you shall not be excused.

Davy. Sir, a new link to the bucket must needs be had. And, Sir, don't you mean to stop any of William's wages about the fack he loft the other day at Hinckley fair?

Shal. He fhall anfwer it.--Some pigeons, Davy; a couple of fhort-legged hens, a joint of mutton, and any little tiny kickshaws: tell William cook.

Davy. Does the man of war stay all night, Sir?

Shal. Yes, Davy, I will use him well. A friend at court is better than a penny in purse. Use his men well, Davy, for they are arrant knaves, and will backbite.

Davy. No worse than they are bitten, Sir; for they have marvellous foul linen.

Shal. Well conceited, Davy, about thy bufinefs, Davy.

Davy. I befeech you, Sir, to countenance William

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William Vifor, of Wincot, against Clement Perkes, of the Hill.

Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Vifor. He is an arrant knave, on my knowledge.

Davy. I grant your Worship, that he is a knave, Sir :-But yet, Sir, a knave ought to have fome countenance at his friend's request. An honeft man, Sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not. I have ferved your Worship truly, Sir, these eight years; and if I cannot, once or twice in a quarter, bear out a knave against an höneft man, I have but very little credit with your Worship. The knave is my honeft friend, Sir, therefore I beseech your Worship let him be' countenanced.

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Shal Go to-I fay he fhall have no wrong. Look about, Davy! (Exit Davy.) Sir John! come, off with your boots. Give me your hand, Master Bardolph.

Bar. I am glad to see your Worfhip.

Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind Mafter Bardolph.-And welcome, my tall fellow. (to the PAGE.)-Come, Sir John.

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(Exit with SILENCE.

Fal. I'll follow you, good Master Robert Shal

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low.-Bardolph, look to our horfes. (Exit BAR. I will devife matter enough out of this Shallow, to keep Prince Henry in continual laughter. O, it is much that a lie, with a flight oath, and a jeft with a serious face, will do with a fellow, who never had the ache in his shoulders. O you fhall fee him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill-laid up.

Shal. (within) Sir John, Sir John!

Fal. I come, Master Shallow; I come, Mafter Shallow.

(Exit.

SCENE II.

WESTMINSTER. A Room in the Palace.

Enter WESTMORELAND, meeting the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE.

Ch. Just. Tell me, Lord Weftmoreland, how doth the King?

West. Alas, too well; his cares are now all ended.

Ch. Just. I hope, not dead!

way

West. He's walk'd the
And to our purposes he lives no more.

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of nature,

Ch. Just

Ch. Just. I would the King had taken me

with him.

Th' impartial fervice of my dignity

Has left me open to all injuries.

West. Indeed, I think the young King loves you not.

Ch. Just. I know he does not; and I arm myself To welcome the condition of the time, Which cannot look more hideously on me, Than I have drawn it in my fancy's eye.

Enter LANCASTER and GLOSTER.

Glo. Good morrow, Coufin Westmoreland,

Lan. Methinks

We meet like men, that had forgot to speak.

West. We may remember, but our argument Is now too mournful to admit much talk.

Ch. Just. Well, peace be with him, that has made us fad!

Glo. O good my Lord, you've loft a friend indeed.

And fure you borrow not that face of forrow.

Lan.

Well, you must now fpeak Sir John Falstaff fair;

This fwims against your stream of quality.

Ch. Just.

Ch. Just. Sweet Princes, what I did, I did

in honor,

Led by th' impartial feelings of my foul;
And I shall never stoop to fupplication.

I stand on truth, and upright innocence! (Trumpets.
West. Hark, we are fummon'd to the Court,,
my Lords!

(Exeunt.

SCENE III,

SHALLOW'S Garden.

Enter SHALLOW, SILENCE, FALSTAFF, BAR-
DOLPH, PAGE, Davy.

Shal. Nay, you shall fee my orchard, where we
will eat a last year's pippin of my own grafting,
with a difh of carraways, and fo forth.
Coufin Silence, and then to bed.

Come,

Fal. You have a goodly dwelling, and a rich. Shal. Barren, barren, barren: beggars all, beggars all, Sir John :-marry, good air. Spread, Davy-fpread, Davy 3-well faid, Davy!*

Fal. This Davy ferves you for good uses; he is your ferving man, and your husbandman.

Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John.-Now, fit down, now fit down. -Come, Coufin !-Give good Master Bardolph fome wine, Davy.

Davy