1.Groo.It will be two of the Clocke, ere they comeExit Groo.from the Coronation.
Enter Falstaffe, Shallow, Pistoll, Bardolfe, and Page.
Falstaffe.Stand heere by me, M. Robert Shallow, I willmake the King do you Grace. I will leere vpon him, ashe comes by: and do but marke the countenance that heewill giue me.
Pistol.Blesse thy Lungs, good Knight.
Falst.Come heere Pistol, stand behind me. O if I hadhad time to haue made new Liueries, I would haue bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But it isno matter, this poore shew doth better: this doth inferrethe zeale I had to see him.
Shal.It doth so.
Falst.It shewes my earnestnesse in affection.
Pist.It doth so.
Fal.My deuotion.
Pist.It doth, it doth, it doth.
Fal.As it were, to ride day and night,And not to deliberate, not to remember,Not to haue patience to shift me.
Shal.It is most certaine.
Fal.But to stand stained with Trauaile, and sweatingwith desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, puttingall affayres in obliuion, as if there were nothing els to beedone, but to see him.
Pist.'Tis semper idem: for obsque hoc nihil est. 'Tis allin euery part.
Shal.'Tis so indeed.
Pist.My Knight, I will enflame thy Noble Liuer, andmake thee rage. Thy Dol, and Helen of thy noble thoghtsis in base Durance, and contagious prison: Hall'd thither by most Mechanicall and durty hand. Rowze vppeReuenge from Ebon den, with fell Alecto's Snake, forDol is in. Pistol, speakes nought but troth.
Fal.I will deliuer her.
Pistol.There roar'd the Sea: and Trumpet Clangour sounds.
The Trumpets sound. Enter King Henrie theFift, Brothers, Lord ChiefeIustice.
Falst.Saue thy Grace, King Hall, my Royall Hall.
Pist.The heauens thee guard, and keepe, most royallImpe of Fame.
Fal.'Saue thee my sweet Boy.
King.My Lord Chiefe Iustice, speake to that vaine man.
Ch.Iust.Haue you your wits?Know you what 'tis you speake?
Falst.My King, my Ioue; I speake to thee, my heart.
King.I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy Prayers:How ill white haires become a Foole, and Iester?I haue long dream'd of such a kinde of man,So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so prophane:But being awake, I do despise my dreame.Make lesse thy body (hence) and more thy Grace,Leaue gourmandizing; Know the Graue doth gapeFor thee, thrice wider then for other men.Reply not to me, with a Foole-borne Iest,Presume not, that I am the thing I was,For heauen doth know (so shall the world perceiue)That I haue turn'd away my former Selfe,So will I those that kept me Companie.When thou dost heare I am, as I haue bin,Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou was'tThe Tutor and the Feeder of my Riots:Till then, I banish thee, on paine of death,As I haue done the rest of my Misleaders,Not to come neere our Person, by ten mile.For competence of life, I will allow you,That lacke of meanes enforce you not to euill:And as we heare you do reforme your selues,We will according to your strength, and qualities,Giue you aduancement. Be it your charge (my Lord)Exit King.To see perform'd the tenure of our word. Set on.
Fal.Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.
Shal.I marry Sir Iohn, which I beseech you to let me haue home with me.
Fal.That can hardly be, M. Shallow, do not you grieue at this: I shall be sent for in priuate to him: Looke you, he must seeme thus to the world: feare not your aduancement: I will be the man yet, that shall make you great.
Shal.I cannot well perceiue how, vnlesse you should giue me your Doublet, and stuffe me out with Straw. I beseech you, good Sir Iohn, let mee haue fiue hundred of my thousand.
Fal.Sir, I will be as good as my word. This that you heard, was but a colour.
Shall.A colour I feare, that you will dye in, Sir Iohn.
Fal.Feare no colours, go with me to dinner:Come Lieutenant Pistol, come Bardolfe,I shall be sent for soone at night.
Ch.Iust.Go carry Sir Iohn Falstaffe to the Fleete,Take all his Company along with him.
Fal.My Lord, my Lord.
Ch.Iust.I cannot now speake, I will heare you soone:Take them away.
Pist.Si fortuna me tormento, spera me contento.Exit. Manent Lancaster and Chiefe Iustice.
Iohn.I like this faire proceeding of the Kings:He hath intent his wonted FollowersShall all be very well prouided for:But all are banisht, till their conuersationsAppeare more wise, and modest to the world.
Ch.Iust.And so they are.
Iohn.The King hath call'd his Parliament,My Lord.
Ch.Iust.He hath.
Iohn. I will lay oddes, that ere this yeere expire,We beare our Ciuill Swords, and Natiue fireAs farre as France. I heare a Bird so sing,Whose Musicke (to my thinking) pleas'd the King.Exeunt.Come, will you hence?
