Davy.
Shal.
By Cock and Pye you shall not away to Night.
What, Davy, I say.
Fal.
You must excuse me, Master Robert Shallow.
Shal.
I will not excuse you: You shall not be excused. Excuses
shall not be admitted: There is no excuse shall serve:
You shall not be excus'd.
Why Davy.
Davy.
Here, Sir.
Shal.
Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see, Davy, let me see;
William, Cook, bid him come hither—Sir John, you shall not
be excus'd.
Davy.
Marry, Sir, thus: Those Precepts cannot be serv'd;
and again, Sir, shall we sow the head-land with Wheat?
Shal.
With red Wheat, Davy. But, for William, Cook; are
there no young Pidgeons?
Davy.
Yea, Sir.
Here is now the Smith's Note for Shooing,
And Plough-Irons.
Shal.
Let it be cast, and paid—Sir John, you shall not
be excus'd.
Davy.
Sir, a new link to the Bucket must needs be had.
And, Sir, do you mean to stop any of William's Wages about
the Sack he lost the other day at Hinckley Fair?
Shal.
He shall answer it.
Some Pigeons, Davy, a couple of short-legg'd Hens; a joint
of Mutton, and any pretty little tiny Kickshaws, tell William
Cook.
Davy.
Doth the Man of War stay all Night, Sir?
Shal.
Yes, Davy.
I will use him well. A Friend i'th' Court is better than a
Penny in Purse. Use his Men well, Davy, for they are arrant
Knaves, and will back-bite.
Davy.
No worse than they are bitten, Sir; for they have
marvellous foul Linnen.
Shal.
Well conceited, Davy. About thy business, Davy.
-- 1277 --
Davy.
I beseech you, Sir,
To countenance William Visor of Woncot, against Clement Perkes
of the Hill.
Shal.
There are many Complaints, Davy, against that Visor,
that Visor is an arrant Knave, on my knowledge.
Davy.
I grant your Worship that he is a Knave, Sir; but
yet, Heaven forbid, Sir, but a Knave should have some countenance
at his Friends request. An honest Man, Sir, is able
to speak for himself, when a Knave is not. I have serv'd your
Worship truly, Sir, these eight years; and if I cannot once
or twice in a Quarter bear out a Knave against an honest Man,
I have but a very little credit with your Worship. The
Knave is mine honest Friend, Sir, therefore, I beseech your
Worship, let him be countenanc'd.
Shal.
Go too,
I say he shall have no Wrong: Look about, Davy.
Where are you, Sir John? Come, off with your Boots.
Give me your Hand, Master Bardolph.
Bard.
I am glad to see your Worship.
Shal.
I thank thee, with all my Heart, kind Master Bardolph,
and welcome, my tall Fellow:
[To the Page.
Come, Sir John.
Fal.
I'll follow you, good Master Robert Shallow. Bardolph,
look to our Horses. If I were saw'd into Quantities,
I should make four dozen of such bearded Hermites Staves,
as Master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing to see the semblable
Coherence of his Mens Spirits and his: They, by observing
of him, do bear themselves like foolish Justices: He,
by conversing with them, is turn'd into a Justice-like Servingman.
Their Spirits are so married in Conjunction with the
Participation of Society, that they flock together in consent
like so many Wild-Geese. If I had a suit to Master Shallow,
I would humour his Men with the imputation of being
near their Master. If to his Men, I would curry with Master
Shallow, that no Man could better Command his Servants.
It is certain, that either wise bearing or ignorant Carriage
is caught, as Men take Diseases, one of another: Therefore
let Men take heed of their Company. I will devise
Matter enough out of this Shallow to keep Prince Henry in
continual Laughter, the wearing out of six Fashions, which
is four Terms, or two Actions, and he shall laugh with Intervallums.
-- 1278 --
O, it is much that a Lie with a slight Oath,
and a Jest with a sad Brow, will do with a Fellow that never
had the Ache in his Shoulders. O you shall see him
laugh, 'till his Face be like a wet Cloak ill laid up.
Shal.
Sir John.
Fal.
I come, Master Shallow; I come, Master Shallow.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Enter the Earl of Warwick and the Lord Chief Justice.
War.
How now, my Lord Chief Justice, whither away?
Ch. Just.
How doth the King?
War.
Exceeding well: His Cares
Are now all ended.
Ch. Just.
I hope not dead.
War.
He's walk'd the way of Nature,
And, to our Purposes, he lives no more.
Ch. Just.
I would his Majesty had call'd me with him.
The Service that I truly did his Life
Hath left me open to all Injuries.
War.
Indeed I think the young King loves you not.
Ch. Just.
I know he doth not, and do arm my self
To welcome the condition of the Time,
Which cannot look more hideously upon me,
Than I have drawn it in my fantasie.
Enter Lord John of Lancester, Gloucester and Clarence.
War.
Here comes the heavy issue of dead Harry:
O, that the living Harry had the temper
Of him, the worst of these three Gentlemen:
How many Nobles then should hold their Places,
That must strike sail to Spirits of vile sort?
Ch. Just.
Alas, I fear all will be over-turn'd.
Lan.
Good morrow, Cousin Warwick, good morrow.
Glo. Clar.
Good morrow, Cousin.
Lan.
We meet like Men that had forgot to speak.
War.
We do remember; but our Argument
Is all too heavy to admit much talk.
Lan.
Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy.
Ch. Just.
Peace be with us, lest we be heavier.
-- 1279 --
Glo.
O, good my Lord, you have lost a Friend indeed:
And, I dare swear, you borrow not that Face
Of seeming Sorrow, it is sure your own.
Lan.
Tho' no Man be assur'd what Grace to find,
You stand in coldest Expectation.
I am the sorrier, would 'twere otherwise.
Cla.
Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair,
Which swims against your stream of Quality.
Ch. Just.
Sweet Princes, what I did, I did in honour,
Led by th' Imperial Conduct of my Soul,
And never shall you see that I will beg
A ragged and forestall'd Remission.
If Troth and upright Innocency fail me,
I'll to the King, my Master, that is dead,
And tell him who hath sent me after him.
War.
Here comes the Prince.
Enter Prince Henry.
Ch. Just.
Good morrow, and Heav'n save your Majesty.
P. Henry.
This new and gorgeous Garment, Majesty,
Sits not so easie on me as you think.
Brothers, you mix your Sadness with some Fear:
This is the English, not the Turkish Court:
Not Amurah an Amurah succeeds,
But Harry, Harry. Yet be sad, good Brothers,
For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you:
Sorrow so Royally in you appears,
That I will deeply put the fashion on,
And wear it in my Heart. Why then be sad,
But entertain no more of it, good Brothers,
Than a joint-burthen laid upon us all.
For me, by Heav'n, I bid you be assur'd,
I'll be your Father and your Brother too:
Let me but bear your Love, I'll bear your Cares;
But weep that Harry's dead, and so will I.
But Harry lives, that shall convert those Tears
By number, into hours of Happiness.
Lan. &c.
We hope no other from your Majesty.
P. Henry.
You all look strangely on me; and you most.
You are, I think, assur'd I love you not.
[To the Ch. Just.
Ch. Just.
I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,
Your Majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
-- 1280 --
P. Henry.
No! How might a Prince of my great Hopes forget
So great Indignities you laid upon me?
What! Rate! Rebuke! and roughly send to Prison
Th' immediate Heir of England! Was this easie?
May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?
Ch. Just.
I then did use the Person of your Father;
The Image of his Power lay then in me,
And, in th' Administration of his Law,
Whiles I was busie for the Common-wealth,
Your Highness pleased to forget my Place,
The Majesty and Power of Law and Justice,
The Image of the King, whom I presented,
And struck me in my very Seat of Judgment:
Whereon, as an Offender to your Father,
I gave bold way to my Authority,
And did commit you. If the Deed were ill,
Be you contented, wearing now the Garland,
To have a Son, set your Decrees at naught?
To pluck down Justice from your awful Bench?
To trip the course of Law, and blunt the Sword
That guards the peace and safety of your Person?
Nay, more, to spurn at your most Royal Image,
And mock your workings in a second Body?
Question your Royal Thoughts, make the case yours;
Be now the Father, and propose a Son:
Hear your own Dignity so much prophan'd,
See your most dreadful Laws so loosely slighted;
Behold your self so by a Son disdain'd:
And then imagine me taking your part,
And in your Power soft-silencing your Son:
After this cold considerance, sentence me;
And, as you are a King, speak in your State,
What I have done that misbecame my Place,
My Person, or my Liege's Sovereignty.
P. Henry.
You are right Justice, and you weigh this well;
Therefore still bear the Ballance, and the Sword:
And I do wish your Honours may increase,
'Till you do live to see a Son of mine
Offend you, and obey you, as I did:
So shall I live to speak my Father's words.
Happy am I, that have a Man so bold,
-- 1281 --
That dares do Justice on my proper Son;
And no less happy having such a Son,
That would deliver up his greatness so
Into the hands of Justice. You did commit me;
For which I do commit into your Hand
Th' unstained Sword that you have us'd to bear,
With this Remembrance, that you use the same
With the like bold, just and impartial Spirit
As you have done 'gainst me. There is my Hand,
You shall be as a Father to my Youth.
My Voice shall sound as you do prompt mine Ear,
And I will stoop and humble my Intents
To your well practis'd wise Directions.
And Princes all, believe me, I beseech you;
My Father is gone wild into his Grave,
(For in his Tomb lye my Affections)
And, with his Spirit, sadly I survive,
To mock the Expectations of the World:
To frustrate Prophesies, and to race out
Rotten Opinion, who hath writ me down
After my seeming. The tide of Blood in me
Hath proudly flow'd in Vanity 'till now.
Now doth it turn and ebb back to the Sea;
Where it shall mingle with the state of Floods,
And flow henceforth in formal Majesty.
Now call we our High Court of Parliament,
And let us chuse such Limbs of noble Counsel
That the great Body of our State may go
In equal rank with the best govern'd Nation;
That War or Peace, or both at once, may be
As things acquainted and familiar to us,
In which you, Father, shall have formost Hand.
[To Lord Chief Justice.
Our Coronation done, we will accite
(As I before remembred) 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.
-- 1282 --
SCENE III.
Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, Bardolph, Page, and Davy.
Shal.
Nay, you shall see mine Orchard, where in an Arbor
we will eat a last Years Pippin of my own graffing, with
a Dish of Carraways, 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 Servingman,
and your Husbandman.
Shal.
A good Varlet, a good Varlet, a very good Varlet,
Sir John: I have drank too much Sack at Supper. A good
Varlet. Now sit down, now sit down: Come, Cousin.
Sil.
Ah, Sirrah, quoth-a,
We shall do nothing but eat, and make good Chear,
[Singing.
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,—&c.
Fal.
There's a merry Heart, good Master Silence. I'll
drink your health for that anon.
Shal.
Good Master Bardolph: Some wine, Davy.
Davy.
Sweet Sir, sit; I'll be with you anon; most sweet
Sir, sit. Master Page, sit: Good Master Page, sit: Proface.
What you want in Meat we'll have in Drink; but you bear,
the Heart's all.
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;
And welcome, merry Shrovetide.
Be merry, be merry.
Fal.
I did not think Master Silence had been a Man of this
Mettle.
Sil.
Who I? I have been merry twice and once e'er now.
Dav.
There is a dish of Leather-coats for you.
Shal.
Davy.
-- 1283 --
Dav.
Your Worship—I'll be with you streight. 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.
If we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet of the
Night.
Fal.
Health and long Life to you, Master Silence.
Sil.
Fill the Cup, and let it come. I'll pledge you, were't
a mile to the bottom.
Shal.
Honest Bardolph, welcome; if thou want'st any
thing and wilt not call, beshrew thy Heart. Welcome my
little tyny thief, and welcome indeed too: I'll drink to Master
Bardolph, and to all the Cavileroes about London.
Dav.
I hope to see London, once e'er I dye.
Bard.
If 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 nothing, be merry.
Look, who's at Door there, ho: Who knocks?
Fal.
Why now you have done me right.
Sil. [Singing.]
Do me right, and dub me Knight, Samingo.
Is't not so?
Fal.
'Tis so.
Sil.
Is't? Why then say an old Man can do somewhat.
Dav.
If it please your Worship there's one Pistol come
from the Court with News.
Fal.
From the Court? Let him come.
Enter Pistol.
How now, 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.
-- 1284 --
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; helter skelter
have I rode to thee, and tydings do I bring, and lucky joys,
and golden Times, and happy News of price.
Fal.
I prithee now deliver them, like a Man of this World.
Pist.
A footra for the World, and Worldings base,
I speak of Africa, and Golden Joys.
Fal.
O base Assyrian Knight, what is thy News?
Let King Covitha know the truth thereof.
Sil.
And Robin-hood, Scarlet, and John.
Pist.
Shall dunghil Curs confront the Helicon?
And shall good News be baffl'd?
Then Pistol lay thy head in Fury's 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 dye.
Shal.
Under King Harry,
Pist.
Harry the Fourth? or Fifth?
Shal.
Harry the Fourth.
Pist.
A footra for thine Office.
Sir John, thy tender Lamb-kin 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 Bardolf, saddle my Horse,
Master Robert Shallow, chuse what Office thou wilt
In the Land, 'tis thine. Pistol, I will double charge thee
With Dignities.
Bard.
O joyful day!
I would not take a Knighthood for my Fortune.
-- 1285 --
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. Oh, sweet Pistol;
away Bardolph: Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and, withal,
devise something to do thy self good. Boot, boot, Master
Shallow, I know the young King issick 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 wo 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 those pleasant Days.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
Enter Hostess Quickly, Doll Tear-sheet and Beadles.
Hostess.
No, thou arrant Knave, I would I might die, that
I might have thee hang'd; thou hast drawn my Shoulder out
of joynt.
Bead.
The Constables have deliver'd her over to me; and
she shall have whipping Cheer enough, I warrant her. There
hath been a Man or two, lately, kill'd about her.
Dol.
Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie: Come on, I'll tell thee
what, thou damn'd Tripe-visag'd Rascal, if the Child I now
go with do miscarry, thou hadst better thou hadst strook
thy Mother, thou Paper-fac'd Villain.
Host.
O that Sir John were come, he would make this a
bloody day to some body. But I would the Fruit of her
Womb might miscarry.
Bead.
If it do, you shall have a dozen of Cushions again,
you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both
go with me, for the Man is dead that you and Pistol beat among
you.
Dol.
I'll tell thee what, thou thin Man in a Censor; I
will have you as soundly swing'd for this, you blue-bottl'd
Rogue; you filthy famish'd Correctioner, if you be not
swing'd I'll forswear half Kirtles.
Bead.
Come, come, you she-Knight-arrant, come.
-- 1286 --
Host.
O, that right should thus o'ercome might. Well,
of sufferance comes case.
Dol.
Come, you Rogue, come;
Bring me to a Justice.
Host.
Yes, come, you starv'd Blood-hound.
Dol.
Goodman Death, Goodman Bones.
Host.
Thou Anatomy, thou.
Dol.
Come, you thin Thing:
Come, you Rascal.
Bead.
Very well.
[Exeunt.
SCENE V.
Enter two Grooms.
1 Groom.
More Rushes, more Rushes.
2 Groom.
The Trumpets have sounded twice.
1 Groom.
It will be two of the Clock e'er they come from
the Coronation.
[Exeunt Grooms.
Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph and Page.
Fal.
Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow, I will
make the King do you Grace: I will lear upon him as he
comes by, and do but mark the Countenance that he will
give me.
Pistol.
Bless thy Lungs, good Knight.
Fal.
Come here, Pistol, stand behind me. O, if I had
had time to have made new Liveries, I would have bestow'd
the thousand pound I borrow'd of you. But it is no matter,
this poor shew doth better; this doth infer the zeal I had to
see him.
Shal.
It doth so.
Fal.
It shews my earnestness in Affection.
Pist.
It doth so.
Fal.
My Devotion.
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 have patience to shift me.
Shal.
It is most certain.
-- 1287 --
Fal.
But to stand stained with Travel and Sweating with
desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting all Affairs
in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done but
to see him.
Pist.
'Tis semper idem; for absque hoc nihil est. 'Tis all
in every part.
Shal.
'Tis so indeed.
Pist.
My Knight, I will enflame thy Noble Liver, and
make thee rage. Thy Dol, and Helen of thy noble Thoughts
is in base Durance and contagious Prison; hall'd thither by
most mechanical and dirty Hands. Rowze up Revenge from
Ebon Den, with fell Alecto's Snake, for Dol's in. Pistol speaks
nought but troth.
Fal.
I will deliver her.
Pist.
There roar'd the Sea; and Trumpet Clangour
sounds.
The Trumpets sound. Enter King Henry the Fifth, his Brothers,
and the Lord Chief Justice.
Fal.
Save thy Grace, King Hal, my Royal Hal.
Pist.
The Heavens thee guard and keep, most Royal Imp
of Fame.
Fal.
Save thee, my sweet Boy.
King.
My Lord Chief Justice speak to that vain Man.
Ch. Just.
Have you your Wits?
Know you what 'tis you speak?
Fal.
My King, my Jove, I speak to thee, my Heart.
King.
I know thee not, old Man: Fall to thy Prayers:
How ill white Hairs become a Fool and Jester!
I have long dream'd of such a kind of Man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so prophane;
But, being awake, I do despise my Dream.
Make less thy Body, hence, and more thy Grace,
Leave gormandizing. Know, the Grave doth gape
For thee, thrice wider than for other Men.
Reply not to me with a Fool-born Jest;
Presume not that I am the thing I was,
For Heaven doth know, so shall the World perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self,
So will I those that kept me Company.
When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
-- 1288 --
Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast,
The tutor and the feeder of my Riots;
'Till then I banish thee, on pain of Death,
As I have done the rest of my Miss-leaders,
Not to come near our Person by ten mile.
For competence of Life I will allow you,
That lack of Means enforce you not to Evil:
And, as we hear you do redeem your selves,
We will, according to our Strength and Qualities,
Give you Advancement. Be it your Charge, my Lord,
To see perform'd the tenure of our Word. Set on.
[Exit King.
Fal.
Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.
Shal.
Ay marry, Sir John, which I beseech you to let me
have home with me.
Fal.
That can hardly be, Mr. Shallow. Do not you grieve
at this; I shall be sent for in private to him: Look you, he
must seem thus to the World. Fear not your Advancement,
I will be the Man yet that shall make you Great.
Shal.
I cannot well perceive how, unless you would give
me your Doublet and stuff me out with Straw. I beseech
you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred of my
thousand.
Fal.
Sir, I will be as good as my word. This, that you
heard, was but a colour.
Shal.
A colour, I fear, that you will die in, Sir John.
Fal.
Fear no Colours, go with me to Dinner:
Come Lieutenant Pistol, come Bardolph,
I shall be sent for soon at Night.
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.
Take them away.
Pist.
Si fortuna me tormento, spera me contento.
[Exeunt.
Manet Lancaster, and Chief Justice.
Lan.
I like this fair proceeding of the King's,
He hath intent his wonted Followers
Shall be very well provided for;
But are banish'd, 'till their Conversations
-- 1289 --
Appear more wise and modest in the World.
Ch. Just.
And so they are.
Lan.
The King hath call'd his Parliament,
My Lord.
Ch. Just.
He hath.
Lan.
I will lay odds, that e'er this year expire,
We bear our Civil Swords and Native Fire
As far as France. I heard a Bird so sing,
Whose Musick, to my thinking, pleas'd the King.
Come, will you hence?
[Exeunt.
-- 1290 --
EPILOGUE.
First, my Fear; then, my Courtesie; last, my Speech. My
Fear is your Displeasure; my Courtesie, my Duty; and my
Speech, to beg your Pardons. If you look for a good Speech now,
you undo me; for what I have to say is of mine own making,
and what, indeed, I should say, will, I doubt, prove mine own
Marring. But, to the Purpose, and so to the Venture. Be it
known to you, as it is very well, I was lately here in the end
of a displeasing Play, to pray your Patience for it, and to promise
you a better; I did mean, indeed, to pay you with this,
which if, like an ill Venture, it come unluckily home, I break;
and you, my gentle Creditors, lose. Here I promised you I would
be, and here I commit my Body to your Mercies: Bate me some,
and I will pay you some, and, as most Debtors do, promise
you infinitely.
If my Tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will you command
me to use my Legs? And yet that were but light Payment,
to Dance out of your Debt: But a good Conscience will make
any possible Satisfaction, and so will I. All the Gentlewomen
here have forgotten me; if the Gentlewomen will not, then the
Gentlemen do not agree with the Gentlewomen, which was never
seen before in such an Assembly.
One word more, I beseech you; if you be not too much cloid
with fat Meat, our humble Author will continue the Story,
with Sir John in it, and make you merry with fair Katherine
of France; where, for any thing I know, Falstaff shall die of
a Sweat, unless already he be kill'd with your hard Opinions:
For Oldcastle died a Martyr, and this is not the Man. My
Tongue is weary, when my Legs are too; I will bid you good
Night, and so kneel down before you; but indeed to pray for
the Queen.
