1    More rushes, more rushes.

2    The trumpets have sounded twice.

3    'Twill be two o'clock ere they come from the
4    coronation: dispatch, dispatch.

5    Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow; I will
6    make the king do you grace: I will leer upon him as
7    a' comes by; and do but mark the countenance that he
8    will give me.

9    God bless thy lungs, good knight.

10   Come here, Pistol; stand behind me. O, if I had had
11   time to have made new liveries, I would have
12   bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But
13   'tis no matter; this poor show doth better: this
14   doth infer the zeal I had to see him.

15   It doth so.

16   It shows my earnestness of affection,--

17   It doth so.

18   My devotion,--

19   It doth, it doth, it doth.

20   As it were, to ride day and night; and not to
21   deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience
22   to shift me,--

23   It is best, certain.

24   But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with
25   desire to see him; thinking of nothing else,
26   putting all affairs else in oblivion, as if there
27   were nothing else to be done but to see him.

28   'Tis 'semper idem,' for 'obsque hoc nihil est:'
29   'tis all in every part.

30   'Tis so, indeed.

31   My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver,
32   And make thee rage.
33   Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
34   Is in base durance and contagious prison;
35   Haled thither
36   By most mechanical and dirty hand:
37   Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell
38   Alecto's snake,
39   For Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.

40   I will deliver her.

41   There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.

42   God save thy grace, King Hal! my royal Hal!

43   The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!

44   God save thee, my sweet boy!

45   My lord chief-justice, speak to that vain man.

46   Have you your wits? know you what 'tis to speak?

47   My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!

48   I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers;
49   How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
50   I have long dream'd of such a kind of man,
51   So surfeit-swell'd, so old and so profane;
52   But, being awaked, I do despise my dream.
53   Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace;
54   Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape
55   For thee thrice wider than for other men.
56   Reply not to me with a fool-born jest:
57   Presume not that I am the thing I was;
58   For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,
59   That I have turn'd away my former self;
60   So will I those that kept me company.
61   When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
62   Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast,
63   The tutor and the feeder of my riots:
64   Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death,
65   As I have done the rest of my misleaders,
66   Not to come near our person by ten mile.
67   For competence of life I will allow you,
68   That lack of means enforce you not to evil:
69   And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,
70   We will, according to your strengths and qualities,
71   Give you advancement. Be it your charge, my lord,
72   To see perform'd the tenor of our word. Set on.

73   Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.

74   Yea, marry, Sir John; which I beseech you to let me
75   have home with me.

76   That can hardly be, Master Shallow. Do not you
77   grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private to
78   him: look you, he must seem thus to the world:
79   fear not your advancements; I will be the man yet
80   that shall make you great.

81   I cannot well perceive how, unless you should give
82   me your doublet and stuff me out with straw. I
83   beseech you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred
84   of my thousand.

85   Sir, I will be as good as my word: this that you
86   heard was but a colour.

87   A colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John.

88   Fear no colours: go with me to dinner: come,
89   Lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph: I shall be sent
90   for soon at night.

91   Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet:
92   Take all his company along with him.

93   My lord, my lord,--

94   I cannot now speak: I will hear you soon.
95   Take them away.

96   Si fortune me tormenta, spero contenta.

97   I like this fair proceeding of the king's:
98   He hath intent his wonted followers
99   Shall all be very well provided for;
100  But all are banish'd till their conversations
101  Appear more wise and modest to the world.

102  And so they are.

103  The king hath call'd his parliament, my lord.

104  He hath.

105  I will lay odds that, ere this year expire,
106  We bear our civil swords and native fire
107  As far as France: I heard a bird so sing,
108  Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.
109  Come, will you hence?