Fal. My devotion, 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 in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done 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, Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts, By most mechanical and dirty hand: 20 30 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. 39 [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? 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 dream'd of such a kind of man, For God doth know, so shall the world perceive, So will I those that kept me company. 50 60 69 We will, according to your strengths and qualities, Give you advancement. Be it your charge, my lord, To see perform'd the tenour 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 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 80 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: this that Shal. A colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John. Lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph: I shall be 90 Re-enter Prince John, and the Lord Chief Justice; Ch. Just. Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet: Fal. My lord, my lord, Ch. Just. I cannot now speak: I will hear you soon. 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: But all are banish'd till their conversations 100 |