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Gloucestershire. Shallow's Orchard.
A table set out.
Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, DAVY, BARDOLPH, and PAGE.
Shallow Nay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour, we
will eat a last year's pippin of mine own graffing, with a
dish of caraways, and so forth - come, cousin Silence -
and then to bed.
Falstaff 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich.
Shallow Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, Sir John
- marry, good air. Spread, Davy, spread, Davy. Well said,
Davy.
Falstaff This Davy serves you for good uses: he is your servingman
and your husband.
Shallow 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.
Silence Ah, sirrah, quoth-a, we shall
[Sings.] "Do nothing but eat and make good cheer,
And praise God 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."
Falstaff There's a merry heart, good Master Silence! I'll give you
a health for that anon.
Shallow Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.
Davy Sweet sir, sit - I'll be with you anon; most sweet sir,
sit. Master page, good master page, sit. Proface! What you
want in meat we'll have in drink; but you must bear - the
heart's all.
[Exit.
Shallow Be merry, Master Bardolph; [To PAGE.] and my little
soldier there, be merry.
Silence [Sings.] "Be merry, be merry, my wife has all;
For women are shrews, both short and tall.
'Tis merry in hall when beards wags all,
And welcome merry Shrovetide!"
Be merry, be merry.
Falstaff I did not think Master Silence had been a man of this
mettle.
Silence Who, I? I have been merry twice and once ere now.
Re-enter DAVY.
Davy [To BARDOLPH.] There's a dish of leather-coats for you.
Shallow Davy!
Davy Your worship? I'll be with you straight. [To BARDOLPH.] A
cup of wine, sir?
Silence [Sings.] "A cup of wine that's brisk and fine,
And drink unto thee, leman mine;
And a merry heart lives long-a."
Falstaff Well said, Master Silence.
Silence And we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o'th' night.
Falstaff Health and long life to you, Master Silence.
Silence [Sings.] "Fill the cup, and let it come,
I'll pledge you a mile to th' bottom."
Shallow Honest Bardolph, welcome! If thou want'st anything and
wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. [To PAGE.] Welcome, my
little tiny thief, and welcome indeed, too! I'll drink to
Master Bardolph, and to all the cavalieros about London.
Davy I hope to see London once ere I die.
Bardolph And I might see you there, Davy -
Shallow By the mass, you'll crack a quart together, ha! - will you
not, Master Bardolph?
Bardolph Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot.
Shallow By God's-liggens, I thank thee; the knave will stick by
thee, I can assure thee that. A' will not out, a'; 'tis
true-bred!
Bardolph And I'll stick by him, sir.
Shallow Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be merry!
[Knocking within.
Look who's at door there, ho! Who knocks?
[Exit DAVY.
Falstaff [To SILENCE, who drinks a bumper.] Why, now you have done
me right.
Silence [Sings.] "Do me right,
And dub me knight:
Samingo."
Is't not so?
Falstaff 'Tis so.
Silence Is't so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat.
Re-enter DAVY.
Davy And't please your worship, there's one Pistol come from
the court with news.
Falstaff From the court? Let him come in.
Enter PISTOL.
How now, Pistol?
Pistol Sir John, God save you!
Falstaff What wind blew you hither, Pistol?
Pistol Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet knight,
thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm.
Silence Byrlady, I think a' be, but goodman Puff of Barson.
Pistol Puff?
Puff i'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.
Falstaff I pray thee now deliver them like a man of this world.
Pistol A foutre for the world and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys.
Falstaff O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?
Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
Silence [Sings.] "And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John."
Pistol Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
And shall good news be baffled?
Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.
Shallow Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
Pistol Why then, lament therefor.
Shallow Give me pardon, sir. If, sir, you come with news from the
court, I take it there's but two ways: either to utter
them or conceal them. I am, sir, under the king in some
authority.
Pistol Under which king, Bezonian? Speak, or die.
Shallow Under King Harry.
Pistol Harry the Fourth, or Fifth?
Shallow Harry the Fourth.
Pistol A foutre for thine office!
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king:
Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth.
When Pistol lies, do this, [Gesturing.] and fig me like
The bragging Spaniard.
Falstaff What, is the old king dead?
Pistol As nail in door. The things I speak are just.
Falstaff Away, Bardolph, saddle my horse! Master Robert Shallow,
choose what office thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine.
Pistol, I will double-charge thee with dignities.
Bardolph O joyful day!
I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.
Pistol What, I do bring good news?
Falstaff 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 BARDOLPH.
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.
Blessed are they that have been my friends, and woe to my
Lord Chief Justice.
Pistol 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.