Come, Lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph: I
shall be sent for soon at night. 96
Enter Justice and Prince John.
Ch. Just. Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet;
Take all his company along with him.
Fal. My lord, my lord!
Ch. Just. I cannot now speak: I will hear you soon. 100
Take them away.
Pist. Si fortuna me tormenta, spero contenta.
Lanc. I like this fair proceeding of the king's.
He hath intent his wonted followers 104
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. 108
Lanc. The king hath call'd his parliament, my lord.
Ch. Just. He hath.
Lanc. I will lay odds, that, ere this year expire,
We bear our civil swords and native fire 112
As far as France. I heard a bird so sing,
Whose music, to my thinking, pleas'd the king.
Come, will you hence? Exeunt.
97 the Fleet: a London prison
106 conversations: habits
