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.
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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!
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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.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
