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 serving-man 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, ! quoth-a, we shall
SILENCE
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 .
SHALLOW
Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.
DAVY
Sweet sir, sit. I’ll be with you . 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.
SHALLOW
Be merry, Master Bardolph, and, my little soldier there, be merry.
SILENCE
Be merry, be merry, my wife has all,
For women are shrews, both short and tall.
merry in hall when beards wag all,
And welcome merry Shrove-tide.
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 now.
DAVY
There’s a dish of leather-coats for you.
SHALLOW
Davy!
DAVY
Your worship? I’ll be with you straight.
A cup of wine, sir?
SILENCE
A cup of wine that’s brisk and fine,
And drink unto , leman mine,
And a merry heart lives long-a.
FALSTAFF
Well said, Master Silence.
SILENCE
An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o’ th’ night.
FALSTAFF
Health and long life to you, Master Silence.
SILENCE
Fill the cup, and let it come,
I’ll pledge you a mile to th’ bottom.
SHALLOW
Honest Bardolph, welcome! If want’st anything and wilt not call, beshrew heart. Welcome, my little tiny thief, and welcome indeed too. I’ll drink to Master Bardolph, and to all the cabileros about London.
DAVY
I hope to see London once I die.
BARDOLPH
An 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 . The will stick by , I can assure that. He will not out, he. true bred.
BARDOLPH
And I’ll stick by him, sir.
SHALLOW
Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing! Be merry.
SHALLOW
Look who’s at door there, ho! Who knocks?
FALSTAFF
Why, now you have done me right.
SILENCE
Do me right,
And dub me knight:
Samingo.
SILENCE
Is’t not so?
FALSTAFF
so.
SILENCE
Is’t so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat.
DAVY
An’t please your worship, there’s one Pistol come from the court with news.
FALSTAFF
From the court? Let him come in.
FALSTAFF
How now, Pistol?
PISTOL
Sir John, God save you!
FALSTAFF
What wind blew you , Pistol?
PISTOL
Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet knight, art now one of the greatest men in this realm.
SILENCE
By’r lady, I think he be, but goodman Puff of Barson.
PISTOL
Puff!
Puff in teeth, most recreant coward base!
Sir John, I am Pistol and friend,
And helter-skelter have I rode to ,
And tidings do I bring and lucky joys,
And golden times, and happy news of price.
FALSTAFF
I pray 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 news?
Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
SILENCE
And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.
PISTOL
Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
And shall good news be baffled?
Then, Pistol, lay 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, Besonian? Speak, or die.
SHALLOW
Under King Harry.
PISTOL
Harry the Fourth, or Fifth?
SHALLOW
Harry the Fourth.
PISTOL
A foutre for office!
Sir John, 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.
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 wilt in the land, . Pistol, I will double-charge 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 wilt; I am Fortune’s steward! Get on boots, we’ll ride all night. O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph!
FALSTAFF
Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and 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!