SCENE V
A public place near Westminster Abbey.Enter two Grooms, strewing rushes.
First Groom.
More rushes, more rushes.
Sec. Groom.
The trumpets have sounded twice.
First Groom.
'Twill be two o'clock ere they
come from the coronation: dispatch, dispatch.
patch. [Exeunt. 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 leer upon him as a' comes by; and do
but mark the countenance that he will give me. (9)
Pist.
God 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 bestowed the thousand pound I
borrowed of you. But 'tis no matter; this
poor show doth better: this doth infer the zeal v
I had to see him.
Shal.
It doth so.
Fal.
It shows my earnestness of affection,--
Shal.
It doth so.
Fal.
My devotion,-- (20)
Shal.
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 best, certain.
Fal.
But to stand stained with travel, and
sweating with desire to see him; thinking
of nothing else, putting all affairs else inoblivion,
as if there were nothing else to be done (29)
but to see him.
Pist.
'Tis 'semper idem,' for 'obsque hoc
nihil est:' 'tis all in every part.
Shal.
'Tis so, indeed.
Pist.
My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver,
And make thee rage.
Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
Is in base durance and contagious prison;
Haled thither
By most mechanical and dirty hand: (39)
Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto's snake,
For Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.
Fal.
I will deliver her.
[Shouts within, and the trumpets sound.
Pist.
There roar'd the sea, and trumpet clangor sounds.
Enter the KING and his train, the LORD CHIEF-JUSTICE among them.
Fal.
God save thy grace, King Hal! my royal Hal!
Pist.
The heavens thee guard and keep,
most royal imp of fame!
Fal.
God 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? (50)
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 drearm'd of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old and so profane;
But, being awaked, 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: (60)
Presume not that I am the thing I was;
For God 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,
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. (70)
For competence of life I will allow you,
That lack of means enforce you not to evil:
And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,
We will, according to your strengths and qualities,
Give you advancement. Be it your charge, my lord,
To see perform'd the tenor of our word.
Set on.[Exeunt King, etc,
Fal.
Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand
pound.
Shal.
Yea, marry, Sir John; which I beseech (80)
you to let me have home with me.
Fal.
That can hardly be, Master 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 advancements;
I will be the man yet that shall make
you great.
Shal.
I cannot well perceive how, unless
you should 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: (91)
this that you heard was but a color.
Shal.
A color that I fear you will die in, Sir John.
Fal.
Fear no colors: go with me to dinner:
come, Lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph:
I shall be sent for soon at night. Re-enter PRINCE JOHN, the LORD CHIEF-JUSTICE; Officers with them.
Ch. Just.
Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet:
Take all his company along with him.
Fal.
My lord, my lord,-- (100)
Ch. Just.
I cannot now speak: I will hear you soon.
Take them away.
Pist.
Si fortuna me tormenta, spero contenta. [Exeunt all but Prince John and the Chief-Justice.
Lan.
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. Just.
And so they are.
Lan.
The king hath call'd his parliament, my lord. (110)
Ch. Just.
He hath.
Lan.
I will lay odds that, ere this yeai expire,
We bear our civil swords and native fire
As far as France: I heard a bird so sing,
Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.
Come, will you hence? [Exeunt.
