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The image of the king whom I presented,
King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this well;
do live to see a son of mine
Into the hands of justice.—You did commit me:
[To the Lord Chief Justice, Our coronation done, we will accite, As I before remember'd, all our state:
And (God consigning to my good intents,)
SCENE III.—Glostershire. The Garden of Shallow's
Enter FalstAFF, Shallow, Silence, BARDOLPH, the
Page, and Davy. Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard: where, in an arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of carraways, and so forth ;--come, cousin Silence;—and then to bed.
Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich.
Shal. 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 husbandman.
Shal. 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. · Şil. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a,-we shall
Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, [Singing.
Fal. There's a merry heart !—Good master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon.
Shal. Give Mr Bardolph some wine, Davy.
Davy, Sweet sir, sit; [Seating BARDOLPH and the Page at another table.] I'll be with you anon :-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. .
[Exit. Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph ;-and my little soldier there, be merry. Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all; [Singing.
For women are shrews both short and tall :
And welcome merry shrove-tide.
Fal. I did not think, master Silence had been a man of this mettle.
Sil. Who I? I have been merry twice and once ere
[Setting them before BARDOLPH. Shal. Davy,
Davy. Your worship ?—I'll be with you straight. [To BARD.]-A cup of wine, sir ?
Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine, [Singing
Sil. And we shall be merry ;-now comes in the sweet of the night.
Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence.
Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: If thou wantest any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.-Welcome, my little tiny thief; [To the Page.] and welcome, indeed, too.—I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London.
Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die.
Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, master Bardolph?
Bard. Yes, sir, in a pottle pot.
Shal. I thank thee :-The knave will stick by thee, I'can assure thee that: he will not out; he is true bred.
Bard. And I'll stick by him, sir.
Shal. 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, who drinks a bumper. Sil. Do me right,
[Singing And dub me knight:
Samingo. Is't not so?
Fal. 'Tis so.
Sil. Is't so? Why, then say, an old man can do somewhat.
Re-enter DAVY. Davy. An it please your worship, there's one Pistol come from the court with news.