Doll. Goodman death! goodman bones!
Host. Thou atomy, thou!

Doll. Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal ! 1 Bead. Very well.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.-A Public Place near Westminster

Abbey.

Enter three Grooms, strewing rushes.

1 Groom. More rushes, more rushes!

2 Groom. The trumpets have sounded twice. 3 Groom. It will be two o'clock ere they come from the coronation.

1 Groom. Despatch, despatch. [Exeunt Grooms.

Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and the Page.

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

Pist. God bless thy lungs, good knight.

Fal. Come here, Pistol; stand behind me.-[To SHALLOW.] O, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand

pound I borrowed of you.

this poor

But 't is no matter;

show doth better: this doth infer the zeal

I had to see him,—

Shal. It doth so.

Fal. It shows my earnestness of affection,

Shal. It doth so.

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 most 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. 'T is semper idem, for absque hoc nihil est : 't is all in every part.

Shal. 'Tis so, indeed.

Pist. My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver, And make thee rage.

Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
Is in base durance, and contagious prison;
Hauled thither

By most mechanical and dirty hand :

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.

[Shouts within, and the trumpets sound.

Pist. There roared the sea, and trumpet clangor sounds.

Enter KING and his Train, the 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 't is 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 airs become a fool and jester!
I have long dreamed of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swelled, so old, and so profane;

But, being awake, I do despise my dream.
Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace;
Leave gormandising; know, the grave doth gape
For thee thrice wider than for other men.—
Reply not to me with a fool-born jest :
Presume not that I am the thing I was ;
For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turned away my former self;
So will I those that kept me company.
When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast,
The tutor and the feeder of my riots:
Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death,
As I have done the rest of my misleaders,
Not to come near our person by ten mile.
For competence of life I will allow you,
That lack of means enforce you not to evil:
And as we hear you do reform yourselves,
We will, according to your strength and qualities,
Give you advancement.-Be 't your charge, my lord,
To see performed the tenor of our word.-

Set on.

[Exeunt KING and his Train. Fal. Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.

Shal. Ay, marry, Sir John; which I beseech you to let me have home with me.

Do

Fal. That can hardly be, Master Shallow. 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 advancement; I will be the man yet that shall make you great.

Shal. I cannot conceive 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 you heard was but a colour.

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

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

Re-enter Prince JOHN, the Chief Justice, Officers, &c.

Ch. Just. Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet;

Take all his company along with him.

Fal. My lord! my lord!—

Ch. Just. I cannot now speak: I will hear you

soon.

Take them away.