It pleas'd your Highness to forget my place, And did commit you. If the deed were ill, King. My Lord Chief Juftice! weigh the cause well you Therefore still bear the balance and the fword; And no less happy in a fon, who deigns You fhall be as a guardian to my youth. But now it turns, and flows in Majesty. Hence will we chufe fuch men of noble counfel, (Exeunt. SCENE V. A Street. Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, PISTOL, Fal. Stand here by me, Mafter 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 fweet lungs, good Knight! Fal. O, if I had had time to make new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pounds I borrowed of you, Mafter Shallow but it is no matter, this poor fhew does better; this doth infer the zeal I had to fee him. Shal. It doth fo. Fal. It fhews my earnestness of affection. Shal. It doth fo. 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 panting with defire to see him, thinking of nothing elfe, putting all affairs in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done, but to fee him. Pist. 'Tis semper idem, for absque hoc nihil est. 'Tis all in every part. Shal. 'Tis fo indeed. (Trumpets)-Enter the KING, LANCASTER, GLOSTER, WESTMORELAND, CH. JUSTICE, &c. Fal. Heav'n fave thy Grace, King Hal, my royal Hal! Pist. The Heav'ns thee guard and keep, moft royal imp of fame! Fal. Heav'n fave thee, my fweet boy! King. My Lord Chief Juftice, fpeak to that vain man! Ch. Just. Have you your wits? Know you to whom you speak? Fal. My King, my Jove! I fpeak to thee, my heart! King. I know thee not, old man, fall to pray'rs ! thy gape How ill white hairs become a fool and jefter! When thou shalt hear I am as I have been, Not Not to come near our perfon, by ten miles. Give you advancement.-Be't your charge, my Lord, To fee perform'd the tenor of our word. (Exeunt KING and his train. Fal. (after a long pause) Mafter Shallow !-I owe you a thousand pounds. Shal. Ay marry, Sir John, which I beseech to let me have home with me. you Fal. That can hardly be, Mafter Shallow. Do not you grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private to him look you, he must feem 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 ftuff me out with straw. I beseech you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred of my thoufand. Fal. Sir, I will be as good as my word. What you have heard was but a color. Shal. A color, I fear, that will die 'in, Sir John. -come, |