Bardolph.
Sha.
By cock and pye, sir note, you shall not away to-night.
—What, Davy, I say!
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Fal.
You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow.
Sha.
I will not excuse you; you shall not be excus'd;
excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse shall
serve; you shall not be excus'd.—Why, Davy!
Enter Davy.
Dav.
Here, sir.
Sha.
Davy, Davy, Davy,—let me see, Davy; let me
see: William note cook, bid him come hither.—Sir John,
you shall not be excus'd.
Dav.
Marry, sir, thus;—those precepts cannot be
serv'd: and again, sir,—Shall we sow the head-land note with
wheat?
Sha.
With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook;—
Are there no young pigeons?
Dav.
Yes note, sir. Here is now † the smith's note, for
shooing, and plough-irons.
Sha.
Let it be cast, and pay'd:—Sir John, you shall
not be excus'd.
Dav.
Sir note, 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 note
fair?
Sha.
He shall note answer it:—Some pigeons, Davy; a
couple of short-leg'd hens; a joint of mutton; and any
pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook.
Dav.
Doth the man of war stay all night, sir?
Sha.
Yes note, Davy. I will use him well; A friend i'the
court is better than a penny in purse. Use his men well,
Davy; for they are arrant knaves, and will back-bite.
Dav.
No worse than they are bitten note, sir; for they
have marvellous note foul linnen.
Sha.
Well conceited, Davy. About thy business, Davy.
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Dav.
I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor
of Woncot against Clement Perkes o'the hill.
Sha.
There are note many complaints, Davy, against
that Visor; that Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge.
Dav.
I grant your worship, that he is a knave, sir:
but yet, God forbid note, sir, but a knave should have some
countenance at his friend's 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 note years; and if
I note cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave
against an honest man, I have but a very little note credit
with your worship. The knave is mine honest friend,
sir; therefore, I beseech your worship, let note him be countenanc'd.
Sha.
Go to; I say, he shall have no wrong. Look about,
Davy. [Exit Davy.] Where are you, sir John? Come, note off
with your boots.—Give me your hand, master Bardolph.
Bar.
I am glad to see your worship.
Sha.
I thank thee with all my note heart, kind master
Bardolph:—and welcome, my tall fellow. [to the Page.]
Come, sir John.
Fal.
I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow.—
[Exit Shallow.
Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt Bar. and Page.]
If I were saw'd into quantities, I should make four
dozen of such bearded hermit note-staves14Q0712 as master Shallow.
It is a wonderful thing, to see the semblable coherence
of his men's spirits and his: They, by observing of note
him, do bear themselves like foolish justices; he, by
conversing with them, is turn'd into a justice-like servingman:
their spirits are so marry'd in conjunction with
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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 Harry in
continual laughter, the wearing-out of six fashions,
(which is four terms,14Q0713 or two actions) and he shall note
laugh without intervallums note. 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 lay'd up.
Sha. [within.]
Sir John!
Fal.
I come, master Shallow; I come, master Shallow.
[Exit.
SCENE II.
Westminster. A Room in the Palace.
Enter Warwick, and the Chief Justice, meeting.
War.
How now, my lord chief justice? whither note away?
Ch. J.
How doth the king?
War.
Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended.
Ch. J.
I hope, not dead.
War.
He's walk'd the way of nature;
And, to our purposes, he lives no more.
Ch. J.
I would, his majesty had call'd me with him:
The service that I truly did his life,
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Hath left me open to all injuries.
War.
Indeed, I think, the young king loves you not.
Ch. J.
I know, he doth not; and do arm myself,
To welcome the condition of the time:
Which cannot look more hideously upon me,
Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.
Enter the three younger Princes, Westmoreland, and Others.
War.
Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry:—
O, that the living Harry had the temper
Of him note, the worst of these three gentlemen!
How many nobles then should hold their places,
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!
Ch. J.
Alas! I note fear, all will be over-turn'd.
Pr. J.
Good morrow, cousin Warwick.
Pr. T. and H.
Good morrow, cousin.
Pr. J.
We meet like men that had forgot to speak.
War.
We do remember; but our argument
Is all too heavy to admit much talk.
Pr. J.
Well, Peace be with him that hath made us heavy!
Ch. J.
Peace be with us, lest we be heavier!
Pr. H.
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.
Pr. J.
Though no man be assur'd what grace to find,
You stand in coldest expectation:
I am the sorrier; 'would, 'twere otherwise.
Pr. T.
Well, you must now speak sir John Falstaff fair;
Which swims against your stream of quality.
Ch. J.
Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour,
Led by the imperial note conduct of my soul;
And never shall you see, that I will beg
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A ragged and forestall'd remission:—
If truth note 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 the new King, attended.
Ch. J.
Good morrow; and heaven save note your majesty!
Kin.
This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,
Sits not so easy on me as you think.—
Brothers, you mix note your sadness with some fear;
This is the English, not the Turkish court;
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,
But Harry Harry:—Yet be sad, good brothers,
For note, 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 lay'd upon us all.
For me, by heaven, 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.
Yet weep note, that Harry's dead; and so will I:
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears,
By number, into hours of happiness.
Pr. J. &c.
We hope no other from note your majesty.
Kin.
You all look strangely on me:—and you most;
[to the Ch. Just.
You are (I think) assur'd, I love you not.
Ch. J.
I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,
Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
Kin.
No! How might a prince of my great hopes forget
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So great indignities you lay'd upon me?
What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
The immediate heir of England! Was this easy?
May this be wash'd in Lethe note, and forgotten?
Ch. J.
I then did use the person of your father;
The image of his power lay then in me:
And, in the administration of his law,
Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,
Your highness pleased to forget my place,
The majesty and power of law and justice,
The image of the king whom I presented,
And strook 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 nought;
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 yourself so by a son disdained;
And then imagine me taking your part note,
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,
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My person, or my liege's sovereignty.
Kin.
You are right, justice, and you weigh this well;
Therefore still bear the balance, and the sword:
And I do wish your honours may encrease,
'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,
That dares do justice on my proper son:
And not less note 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
The 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 father14Q0714 is gone wild into his grave,
For in his tomb lye my affections:
And with his spirit sadly I survive,
To mock the expectation of the world;
To frustrate prophesies; and to 'rase 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,
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And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
Now call we our high court of parliament:
And let us choose 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 acquianted and familiar to us;—
In which you, father note, shall have foremost hand.—
[to the Ch. Just.
Our coronation done, we will accite
(As I before remember'd) all our state:
And (God note 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. Orchard of Shallow's House.
Tables under an Arbor. Enter Davy, with Wine, Plates, &c.
After which, Enter Shallow, haling in Sir John Falstaff;
Silence, somewhat drunk; Bardolph,
and the Page.
Sha.
Nay, you shall see my orchard note: where, in an
arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin14Q0715 of mine own note
graffing, with a dish of caraways, and so forth;—come,
cousin Silence;—and so to bed.
Fal.
You have here a goodly note dwelling, and a rich.
Sha.
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-man.
Sha.
A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet,
sir John:—By the mass note, I have drunk too much
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sack at supper:—a good varlet. Now sit down, now sit
down:—come, cousin.
[they sit.
Sil.
Ah, sirrah! quoth'a.—
We shall do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,
[singing.
And praise heaven for note 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 note health for that anon.
Sha.
Give master note Bardolph some wine, Davy.
Dav.
Sweet sir, sit;—I'll be with you anon;—most
sweet sir, sit.—Master page, good master page, sit:
Proface! [seating them at another Table.] What you want
in meat, we'll have in drink. But you must bear note; The
heart's all.
[Exit.
Sha.
Be merry, master Bardolph;—and my little soldier
there, be merry.
Sil.
Be merry, be merry, my wife has all;
[singing.
For women are shrews note, both short and tall:
'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag note all;—
And welcome merry shrove-tide.
Be merry, be merry, &c.
Fal.
I did not think, master Silence had been a man
of this mettle note.
Sil.
Who I? I have been merry twice and once, ere now.
Re-enter Davy.
Dav.
There's note a dish of leather-coats for you.
[setting them, and some Wine, upon Bardolph's Table.
Sha.
Davy,—
Dav.
Your worship?—I'll be with you straight—[to Bar.
-- 103 --
A cup of wine, sir?
Sil.
A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine,
[singing.
And drink unto the leman mine;—
And a merry heart lives long-a.
Fal.
Well said, master Silence.
Sil.
An we note shall be merry, now comes in the sweet
o' the night.
Fal.
Health and long life to you, master Silence!
[drinks, and fills to Silence.
Sil.
Fill the cup,14Q0716 and let it come;
[singing.
I'll pledge you a mile to the bottóm.
Sha.
Honest Bardolph, welcome: If thou want'st any
thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.—Welcome,
my little tiny note thief; [to the Page.] and welcome indeed
too.—I'll drink to master Bardolph; [fills.] and to all
the cavaleroes note about London.
Dav.
I hope to see London once ere I die.
Bar.
An I note might see you there, Davy,—
Sha.
You'll note crack a quart together, Ha! will you not,
master Bardolph?
Bar.
Yea, sir note, in a pottle pot.
Sha.
I note thank thee:—The knave will stick by thee,
I can assure thee that: he will not out; he is note true bred.
Bar.
And I'll stick by him, sir.
Sha.
Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be
merry. [Knocking heard.] Look who's at door there:—
Ho! who knocks?
[Exit Davy.
Fal.
Why, now you have done me right.
[to Silence, seeing him take off a Bumper.
Sil.
Do me right, and dub me knight:
[singing.
Samingo.—Is't not so?
Fal.
'Tis so.
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Sil.
Is't note? why, then say, an old man can do somewhat.
Re-enter Davy.
Dav.
An't note please your worship, there's one Pistol,
come from the court with news.
Fal.
From the court? [rising.] let him come in.—
Enter Pistol.
How now, Pistol?
Pis.
Sir John, 'save note you, sir!
Fal.
What wind blew you hither, Pistol?
Pis.
Not the ill wind which blows no man good note note:—
Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in
the realm note.
Sil.
By'r-lady, I think, 'a note be; but goodman Puff of
Barson.
Pis.
Puff?
Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!—
Sir John, I am thy Pistol, and thy friend,
And note 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 note now, deliver them like a man of this
world.
Pis.
A foutra note for the world, and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa, and golden joys.
Fal.
O base14Q0717 Assyrian knight, what is thy news?
Let king Cophetua note know the truth thereof.
Sil.
And Robin Hood note, Scarlet, and John.
Pis.
Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
And shall good news be baffl'd?
Then, Pistol, lay thy head in furies' lap.
Sha.
Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
Pis.
Why then, lament therefóre.
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Sha.
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 note them. I am, sir, under
the king in some authority.
Pis.
Under which king, Bezonian note? speak, or die.
Sha.
Under king Harry.
Pis.
Harry the fourth? or fifth?
Sha.
Harry the fourth.
Pis.
A foutra 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; and fig me, like
The bragging Spaniard.
Fal.
What! is the old king dead?
Pis.
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 double-charge thee with dignities.
Bar.
O joyful day!—I would not take a knighthood
for note my fortune.
Pis.
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 Bar.] 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 note they which have been my friends; And woe unto note
my lord chief justice!
-- 106 --
Pis.
Let vulturs vile seize on his lungs also!
Where is the life that late I led, say they:
Why, here it is; Welcome these note pleasant days!
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
London. A Street.
Enter a Beadle, and Others, dragging in the Hostess, and Doll Tear-sheet. note
Hos.
No, thou arrant knave; I would to God note, I might
die, that I might have thee hang'd: thou hast drawn
my shoulder out of joint.
Bea.
The constables have deliver'd her over to me;
and she shall have whipping-cheer enough note, I warrant
her: There hath been a man or two, lately note, 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 note
child I now note go with, do miscarry, thou hadst better note thou
hadst strook thy mother, thou paper-fac'd villain.
Hos.
O the lord, that note sir John were come! he would note
make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God,
the note fruit of her womb miscarry note!
Bea.
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 note you.
Dol.
I'll tell thee what, thou note thin man in a censor;14Q0718
I will have you as soundly swindg'd for this,—You blew-bottle note
rogue! you filthy famish'd correctioner! if you be
not swindg'd, I'll forswear half-kirtles.
Bea.
Come, come, you she knight-errant; come.
Hos.
O, that note right should thus overcome note might!
Well; of sufferance comes ease.
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Dol.
Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.
Hos.
Ay; come note, you starv'd blood-hound.
Dol.
Goodman death! goodman bones!
Hos.
Thou atomy note, thou!
Dol.
Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal.
Bea.
Very well.
[Exeunt.
SCENE V.
Westminster. Near the Abbey.
A Plat-form: Spectators on either Side. Enter certain Grooms, strewing Rushes.
1. G.
More rushes, more rushes.
2. G.
The trumpets have sounded twice.
1. G.
'Twill be two note o'clock ere they come from the
coronation: Dispatch, dispatch note.
[Exeunt, strewing.
Enter, to a Stand, Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph, and the Page.
Fal.
Stand here by me, master Shallow note; I will make
the king do you grace: I will leer upon him, as 'a comes
by; and do but mark the countenance that he will give
me.
Pis.
'Bless note 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
bestowed the thousand pound I borrow'd of you. But
'tis note no matter; this poor shew doth better: this doth
infer the zeal I had to see him.
Sha.
It note doth so.
Fal.
It shews my earnestness of affection note:
Sha. note
It doth so.
Fal.
My devotion.
Sha. note
It doth, it doth, it doth.
Fal.
As it were, to ride day and night; and not to
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deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience to
shift me.
Sha.
It is most certain.
Fal.
But to note stand stained with travel, and sweating
with desire to see him: thinking of nothing else; putting
all affairs else in oblivion; as if there were nothing else
to be done, but to see him.
Pis.
'Tis semper idem; for, obsque note hoc nihil est: 'tis all note
in every part.
Sha.
'Tis so, indeed.
Pis.
My knight, I will enflame thy noble liver,
And make thee rage.
Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
Is in base durance, and contagious prison;
Hal'd thither
By most mechanical and dirty hand:—
Rouze up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto's snake,
For Doll is in; Pistol speaks nought but truth.
Fal.
I will deliver her.
Pis.
There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.
Flourish of Trumpets, &c.
Enter the King, and Train of Nobles, &c.
in Procession; the Lord Chief Justice
among them.
Fal.
God note save thy grace, king Hal! my royal Hal!
Pis.
The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!
Fal.
God note save thee, my sweet boy!
Kin.
My lord chief justice, speak to that vain man.
Ch. J.
Have you your wits? [to Fal.] know you what 'tis you speak?
Fal.
My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart.
-- 109 --
Kin.
I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers;
How ill white hairs become note a fool, and jester!
I have long dream'd note of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so prophane;
But, being awake note, 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 me14Q0719 with a fool-born jest;
Presume not, that I am the thing I was:
For heaven doth note 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,
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 misleaders,—
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 note:
And, as we hear you do reform note yourselves,
We will,—according to your strength note, and qualities,—
Give you advancement.—Be it your charge, my lord,
[to the Chief Justice.
To see perform'd the tenour of our word.—
Set on.
[Exeunt King, and his Train.
Fal.
Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.
Sha.
Ay, marry note, sir John; which I beseech you to
let me have home with me.
Fal.
That can hardly be, master Shallow. Do not
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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.
Sha.
I cannot perceive note how; unless you give note 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.
Sha.
A colour, I fear note, 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.
Re-enter Prince John, and the Chief Justice; Officers with them.
Ch. J.
Go carry sir John Falstaff to the fleet;
[to the Officers.
Take all his company along with him.
Fal.
My lord, my lord,—
Ch. J.
I cannot now speak; I will hear you soon:—
Take them away.
Pis.
Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta. note
[Exeunt Fal. Sha. Pis. Page, Bar. and Officers.
Pr. J.
I like this fair proceeding of the king's:
He hath intent, his wonted followers
Shall all be very well provided for;
But all are banish'd, 'till their conversations
Appear more wise and modest to the world.
Ch. J.
And so they are.
Pr. J.
The king hath call'd his parliament, my lord.
Ch. J.
He hath.
-- 111 --
Pr. J.
I will lay odds,—that, ere this year expire,
We bear our civil swords, and native fire,
As far as France: I heard a bird so sing;
Whose music, to my thinking, pleas'd the king.
Come, will you hence?
[Exeunt.
EPILOGUE; spoken by a Dancer.
First, my fear; then, my curt'sy note; last, my speech. My
fear is, your displeasure; my curt'sy note, 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 note,
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 promis'd 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. note
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. note All the gentlewomen here have forgiven note me;
if the gentlemen will note not, then the gentlemen do not
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agree with the gentlewomen, which was never seen before
in note such an assembly.
One word more, I beseech you. If you be not too
much cloy'd with fat meat, our humble author will continue
the story, with sir John in it, and make you merry
with fair Catherine of France: where (for any thing I
know) Falstaff shall die of a sweat, unless already he be note
kill'd with your hard opinions; for Oldcastle dy'd a
martyr note,14Q0720—but this note is not the man.
My tongue is weary; when my legs are too, I will
bid you good night: note and so kneel down before you;—
but, indeed, to pray for the queen.
