The Second Part Of King Henry The Fourth

1 Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, Davy, Bardolph and the Page.
2 SHALLOW.
3 Nay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour, we will eat a last
4 year’s pippin of mine own graffing, with a dish of caraways, and so
5 forth. Come, cousin Silence. And then to bed.
6 FALSTAFF.
7 Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich.
8 SHALLOW.
9 Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, Sir John. Marry, good
10 air. Spread, Davy, spread, Davy. Well said, Davy.
11 FALSTAFF.
12 This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your serving-man and your
13 husband.
14 SHALLOW.
15 A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John. By the
16 mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper. A good varlet. Now sit
17 down, now sit down. Come, cousin.
18 SILENCE.
19 Ah, sirrah! quoth-a, we shall [_Singing._]
20 _Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,
21 And praise God for the merry year,
22 When flesh is cheap and females dear,
23 And lusty lads roam here and there
24 So merrily,
25 And ever among so merrily._
26 FALSTAFF.
27 There’s a merry heart! Good Master Silence, I’ll give you a health for
28 that anon.
29 SHALLOW.
30 Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.
31 DAVY.
32 Sweet sir, sit. I’ll be with you anon. Most sweet sir, sit. Master
33 page, good master page, sit. Proface! What you want in meat, we’ll have
34 in drink, but you must bear; the heart’s all.
35 [_Exit._]
36 SHALLOW.
37 Be merry, Master Bardolph, and, my little soldier there, be merry.
38 SILENCE.
39 [_Singing._]
40 _Be merry, be merry, my wife has all,
41 For women are shrews, both short and tall.
42 ’Tis merry in hall when beards wag all,
43 And welcome merry Shrove-tide.
44 Be merry, be merry._
45 FALSTAFF.
46 I did not think Master Silence had been a man of this mettle.
47 SILENCE.
48 Who, I? I have been merry twice and once ere now.
49 Enter Davy.
50 DAVY.
51 [_To Bardolph_.] There’s a dish of leather-coats for you.
52 SHALLOW.
53 Davy!
54 DAVY.
55 Your worship? I’ll be with you straight.
56 [_To Bardolph_] A cup of wine, sir?
57 SILENCE.
58 [_Singing._]
59 _A cup of wine that’s brisk and fine,
60 And drink unto thee, leman mine,
61 And a merry heart lives long-a._
62 FALSTAFF.
63 Well said, Master Silence.
64 SILENCE.
65 An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o’ th’ night.
66 FALSTAFF.
67 Health and long life to you, Master Silence.
68 SILENCE.
69 [_Singing._]
70 _Fill the cup, and let it come,
71 I’ll pledge you a mile to th’ bottom._
72 SHALLOW.
73 Honest Bardolph, welcome! If thou want’st anything and wilt not call,
74 beshrew thy heart. Welcome, my little tiny thief, [_to the Page_] and
75 welcome indeed too. I’ll drink to Master Bardolph, and to all the
76 cabileros about London.
77 DAVY.
78 I hope to see London once ere I die.
79 BARDOLPH.
80 An I might see you there, Davy,—
81 SHALLOW.
82 By the mass, you’ll crack a quart together, ha! will you not, Master
83 Bardolph?
84 BARDOLPH.
85 Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot.
86 SHALLOW.
87 By God’s liggens, I thank thee. The knave will stick by thee, I can
88 assure thee that. He will not out, he. ’Tis true bred.
89 BARDOLPH.
90 And I’ll stick by him, sir.
91 SHALLOW.
92 Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing! Be merry.
93 [_Knocking within._]
94 Look who’s at door there, ho! Who knocks?
95 [_Exit Davy._]
96 FALSTAFF.
97 [_To Silence, seeing him take off a bumper_.] Why, now you have done me
98 right.
99 SILENCE.
100 [_Singing._]
101 _Do me right,
102 And dub me knight:
103 Samingo._
104 Is’t not so?
105 FALSTAFF.
106 ’Tis so.
107 SILENCE.
108 Is’t so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat.
109 Enter Davy.
110 DAVY.
111 An’t please your worship, there’s one Pistol come from the court with
112 news.
113 FALSTAFF.
114 From the court? Let him come in.
115 Enter Pistol.
116 How now, Pistol?
117 PISTOL.
118 Sir John, God save you!
119 FALSTAFF.
120 What wind blew you hither, Pistol?
121 PISTOL.
122 Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet knight, thou art now
123 one of the greatest men in this realm.
124 SILENCE.
125 By’r lady, I think he be, but goodman Puff of Barson.
126 PISTOL.
127 Puff!
128 Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
129 Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend,
130 And helter-skelter have I rode to thee,
131 And tidings do I bring and lucky joys,
132 And golden times, and happy news of price.
133 FALSTAFF.
134 I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this world.
135 PISTOL.
136 A foutre for the world and worldlings base!
137 I speak of Africa and golden joys.
138 FALSTAFF.
139 O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?
140 Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
141 SILENCE.
142 [_Singing_.] _And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John._
143 PISTOL.
144 Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
145 And shall good news be baffled?
146 Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies’ lap.
147 SHALLOW.
148 Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
149 PISTOL.
150 Why then, lament therefor.
151 SHALLOW.
152 Give me pardon, sir. If, sir, you come with news from the court, I take
153 it there’s but two ways, either to utter them, or conceal them. I am,
154 sir, under the King, in some authority.
155 PISTOL.
156 Under which king, Besonian? Speak, or die.
157 SHALLOW.
158 Under King Harry.
159 PISTOL.
160 Harry the Fourth, or Fifth?
161 SHALLOW.
162 Harry the Fourth.
163 PISTOL.
164 A foutre for thine office!
165 Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is King;
166 Harry the Fifth’s the man. I speak the truth.
167 When Pistol lies, do this, and fig me, like
168 The bragging Spaniard.
169 FALSTAFF.
170 What, is the old King dead?
171 PISTOL.
172 As nail in door. The things I speak are just.
173 FALSTAFF.
174 Away, Bardolph, saddle my horse. Master Robert Shallow, choose what
175 office thou wilt in the land, ’tis thine. Pistol, I will double-charge
176 thee with dignities.
177 BARDOLPH.
178 O joyful day!
179 I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.
180 PISTOL.
181 What! I do bring good news.
182 FALSTAFF.
183 Carry Master Silence to bed. Master Shallow, my Lord Shallow, be what
184 thou wilt; I am Fortune’s steward! Get on thy boots, we’ll ride all
185 night. O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph!
186 [_Exit Bardolph._]
187 Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal devise something to do
188 thyself good. Boot, boot, Master Shallow. I know the young King is sick
189 for me. Let us take any man’s horses. The laws of England are at my
190 commandment. Blessed are they that have been my friends, and woe to my
191 Lord Chief Justice!
192 PISTOL.
193 Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
194 “Where is the life that late I led?” say they:
195 Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days!
196 [_Exeunt._]