Our coronation done, we will accite,
As I before remember'd, all our state:
And (Heaven consigning to my good intents)
No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say,
Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-Glostershire. The Garden of Shallow's House.

Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOLPH, the Page, and DAVY.

Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard, where, in an arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of caraways, and so forth;-come, cousin Silence;-and then to bed.

Fal. You have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich.

Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, sir John:- marry, good air. Spread, Davy; spread, Davy; well said, Davy. Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your serving-man, and your husband.

Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, sir John.-By the mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper.-A good varlet. Now sit down, now sit down :-come, cousin. Sil. Ah, sirrah!-quoth-a,-we shall

[Singing.]

Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,
And praise heaven for the merry year;
When flesh is cheap and females dear,
And lusty lads roam here and there,
So merrily,

And ever among so merrily.

Fal. There's a merry heart!-Good master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon. Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine, Davy. Davy. [seating BARDOLPH and the Page at another table.] Sweet sir, sit; I'll be with you anon-most sweet sir, sit. master page, sit: proface! meat, we'll have in drink. the heart's all.

Master page, good What you want in But you must bear ;

[Exit.

Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph;—and my little soldier there, be merry.

Sil. [singing.]

Be merry, be merry, my wife has all;

For women are shrews, both short and tall;

'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all,

Be

And welcome merry shrove-tide.

merry, be merry, &c.

Fal. I did not think master Silence had been a man of this mettle.

Sil. Who, I? I have been merry twice and once, ere now.

Re-enter DAVY.

Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you.

Shal. Davy,

[Setting them before BARDOLPH.

Davy. Your worship?-[to BARD.] I'll be with you straight.-A cup of wine, sir?

Sil. [singing.]

A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine,
And drink unto the leman mine;

And a merry heart lives long-a.

Fal. Well said, master Silence.

Sil. An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet of the night.

Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence.

Sil. [singing.]

Fill the cup, and let it come;

I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.

Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou want'st anything, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.-[To the Page.] Welcome, my little tiny thief; and welcome, indeed, too. -I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London.

Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die. Bard. An I might see you there, Davy,— Shal. You'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, master Bardolph ?

Bard. Yes, sir, in a pottle pot.

Shal. I thank thee:-the knave will stick by thee, I can assure thee that: he will not out; he is true bred.

Bard. And I'll stick by him, sir.
Shal. Why, there spoke a king.

Lack no

thing: be merry. [Knocking heard.] Look who's at door there. Ho! who knocks?

[Exit DAVY. Fal. [to SILENCE, who drinks a bumper.] Why, now you have done me right.

Sil. [singing.]

Davy. If it please your worship, there's one Pistol come from the court with news.

Fal. From the court? Let him come in.

How now, Pistol?

Enter PISTOL.

Pist. Sir John! 'Save you, sir.

Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pist. Not the ill wind which blows none to good.-Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm.

Sil. Indeed, I think he be; but goodman Puff of Barson.

Pist. Puff?

Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!—
Sir John, I am thy Pistol, and thy friend,
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,
And golden times, and happy news of price.
Fal. I pr'ythee now, deliver them like a man
of this world.

Pist. A foutra for the world, and worldlings base!

I speak of Africa and golden joys.

Fal. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news? Let king Cophetua know the truth thereof. Sil. [sings.]

And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.

Pist. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons? And shall good news be baffled?

Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.

Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.

Pist. Why, then, lament, therefore.

Shal. Give me pardon, sir ;-if, sir, 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, sir, under the king, in some authority.

Pist. Under which king, Bezonian? speak or die.

Shal. Under king Harry.

Pist.

Harry the fourth? or fifth?

A foutra for thine office!

Shal. Harry the fourth.

Pist.

Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king; Harry the fifth's the man. I speak the truth; When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like The bragging Spaniard.

Fal.

What! is the old king dead? Pist. As nail in door: the things I speak are

just.

Fal. Away, Bardolph; saddle my horse.Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine.-Pistol, I will doublecharge thee with dignities.

Bard. O joyful day!

I would not take a knighthood for my fortune. Pist. What? I do bring good news?

Fal. Carry master 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, sweet Pistol ::-away, Bardolph. [Exit BARD.]-Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and, withal, devise something to do thyself good.-Boot, boot, master Shallow: I know the young king is sick for me. Let us take any man's horses; the laws of England are at my commandment. Happy are they which have been my friends; and woe unto my lord chief justice!

Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also! Where is the life that late I led? say they; Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days.

[Exeunt.