Enter Hostesse Quickly, Dol Teare-sheete, and Beadles.
Hostesse. No, thou arrant knaue: I would I might dy, that I might haue thee hang"d: Thou hast drawne my shoulder out of ioynt
Off. The Constables haue deliuer"d her ouer to mee: and shee shall haue Whipping cheere enough, I warrant her. There hath beene a man or two (lately) kill"d about her
Dol. Nut-hooke, nut-hooke, you Lye: Come on, Ile tell thee what, thou d.a.m.n"d Tripe-visag"d Rascall, if the Childe I now go with, do miscarrie, thou had"st better thou had"st strooke thy Mother, thou Paper-fac"d Villaine
Host. O that Sir Iohn were come, hee would make this a b.l.o.o.d.y day to some body. But I would the Fruite of her Wombe might miscarry
Officer. If it do, you shall haue a dozen of Cushions againe, you haue but eleuen now. Come, I charge you both go with me: for the man is dead, that you and Pistoll beate among you
Dol. Ile tell thee what, thou thin man in a Censor; I will haue you as soundly swindg"d for this, you blewBottel"d Rogue: you filthy famish"d Correctioner, if you be not swing"d, Ile forsweare halfe Kirtles
Off. Come, come, you shee-Knight-arrant, come
Host. O, that right should thus o"recome might. Wel of sufferance, comes ease
Dol. Come you Rogue, come: Bring me to a Iustice
Host. Yes, come you staru"d Blood-hound
Dol. Goodman death, goodman Bones
Host. Thou Anatomy, thou
Dol. Come you thinne Thing: Come you Rascall
Off. Very well.
Exeunt.
Scena Quinta.
Enter two Groomes.
1.Groo. More Rushes, more Rushes
2.Groo. The Trumpets haue sounded twice
1.Groo. It will be two of the Clocke, ere they come from the Coronation.
Exit Groo.
Enter Falstaffe, Shallow, Pistoll, Bardolfe, and Page.
Falstaffe. Stand heere by me, M[aster]. Robert Shallow, I will make the King do you Grace. I will leere vpon him, as he comes by: and do but marke the countenance that hee will giue me
Pistol. Blesse thy Lungs, good Knight
Falst. Come heere Pistol, stand behind me. O if I had had time to haue made new Liueries, I would haue bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But it is no matter, this poore shew doth better: this doth inferre the zeale I had to see him
Shal. It doth so
Falst. It shewes my earnestnesse in affection
Pist. It doth so
Fal. My deuotion
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 haue patience to shift me
Shal. It is most certaine
Fal. But to stand stained with Trauaile, and sweating with desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting all affayres in obliuion, as if there were nothing els to bee done, but to see him
Pist. "Tis semper idem: for obsque hoc nihil est. "Tis all in euery part
Shal. "Tis so indeed
Pist. My Knight, I will enflame thy n.o.ble Liuer, and make thee rage. Thy Dol, and Helen of thy n.o.ble thoghts is in base Durance, and contagious prison: Hall"d thither by most Mechanicall and durty hand. Rowze vppe Reuenge from Ebon den, with fell Alecto"s Snake, for Dol is in. Pistol, speakes nought but troth
Fal. I will deliuer her
Pistol. There roar"d the Sea: and Trumpet Clangour sounds.
The Trumpets sound. Enter King Henrie the Fift, Brothers, Lord Chiefe Iustice.
Falst. Saue thy Grace, King Hall, my Royall Hall
Pist. The heauens thee guard, and keepe, most royall Impe of Fame
Fal. "Saue thee my sweet Boy
King. My Lord Chiefe Iustice, speake to that vaine man
Ch.Iust. Haue you your wits?
Know you what "tis you speake?
Falst. My King, my Ioue; I speake to thee, my heart
King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy Prayers: How ill white haires become a Foole, and Iester?
I haue long dream"d of such a kinde of man, So surfeit-swell"d, so old, and so prophane: But being awake, I do despise my dreame.
Make lesse thy body (hence) and more thy Grace, Leaue gourmandizing; Know the Graue doth gape For thee, thrice wider then for other men.
Reply not to me, with a Foole-borne Iest, Presume not, that I am the thing I was, For heauen doth know (so shall the world perceiue) That I haue turn"d away my former Selfe, So will I those that kept me Companie.
When thou dost heare I am, as I haue bin, Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou was"t The Tutor and the Feeder of my Riots: Till then, I banish thee, on paine of death, As I haue done the rest of my Misleaders, Not to come neere our Person, by ten mile.
For competence of life, I will allow you, That lacke of meanes enforce you not to euill: And as we heare you do reforme your selues, We will according to your strength, and qualities, Giue you aduancement. Be it your charge (my Lord) To see perform"d the tenure of our word. Set on.