Nay you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour, we 3035will eat a last year's pippin of mine own grafting, with a 3036dish of caraways and so forth -- come, cousin Silence -- and then 3037to bed.

'Fore god you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich.

Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, Sir 3040John. Marry, good air. Spread Davy, spread Davy.

5.3.4Well said, 3041Davy.

This Davy serves you for good uses: he is your 3043serving-man and your husband.

A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir 3045John -- by the mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper -- a 3046good varlet. Now sit down, now sit down. Come, cousin.

Ah, sirrah, quoth a, we shall --

There's a merry heart. Good Master Silence, I'll give you a 3054health for that anon.

Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.

Sweet sir, sit. I'll be with you anon. Most sweet sir sit. 3057Master Page, good Master Page, sit. Proface! What you want in 3058meat, we'll have in drink; but you must bear; the heart's all.

Be merry, Master Bardolph, and my litle soldier there, 3061be merry.

I did not think Master Silence had been a man of this 3067mettle.

Who I? I have been merry twice and once ere now.

There's a dish of leather-coats for you.

Davy!

Your worship, I'll be with you straight. A cup of wine, 3073sir?

Well said, Master Silence.

And we shall be merry. Now comes in the sweet 3078o'th'night.

Health and long life to you, Master Silence.

Fill the cup and let it come. I'll pledge you a mile 3081to th'bottom.

Honest Bardolph, welcome. If thou want'st anything 3083and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart! [To the Page] Welcome my little tiny 3084thief, and welcome indeed too. I'll drink to Master Bardolph, 3085and to all the cavalieros about London.

I hope to see London once ere I die.

And I might see you there, Davy.

By the mass, you'll crack a quart together! Ha, will you 3089not, Master Bardolph?

Yea sir, in a pottle-pot.

By god's liggens, I thank thee. The knave will stick by 3092thee, I can assure thee that. 'A will not out; 'a 'tis true bred!

And I'll stick by him, sir.

Why there spoke a king. Lack nothing, be merry. 3095Look who's at door there, ho. Who knocks?

Why, now you have done me right.

5.3.46Is't not so?

'Tis so.

Is't so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat.

An't please your worship, there's one Pistol come 3102from the court with news.

From the court? Let him come in -- how now, Pistol?

Sir John, god save you.

What wind blew you hither, Pistol?

Not the ill wind which blows no man to good: 3109sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in this 3110realm.

By'r lady I think 'a be, but Goodman Puff of Barson.

Puff?

Puff i'thy teeth, most recreant coward, base!

3114Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend,

3115And helter skelter, have I rode to thee,

And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,

3116And golden times, and happy news of price.

I pray thee now deliver them like a man of this 3119world.

A foutre for the world and worldlings base!

3121I speak of Africa and golden joys.

O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?

3123Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.

Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?

3126And shall good news be baffled?

Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.

Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.

Why then, lament therefore.

Give me pardon, sir, if, sir, you come with news from 3132the court, I take it there's but two ways: either to utter them, or 3133conceal them. I am, sir, under the king in some authority.

Under which king, besonian? Speak, or die!

Under King Harry.

Under King Harry. Harry the fourth, or fifth?

Harry the fourth.

Harry the fourth. A foutre for thine office!

5.3.59Sir John, thy tender lambkin 3141now is king:

5.3.60Harry the fifth's the man! I speak the truth;

5.3.613143When Pistol lies, do this, and fig me, like

5.3.62The bragging Spaniard.

The bragging Spaniard. What, is the old king dead?

As nail in door. The things I speak are just.

Away, Bardolph, saddle my horse! Master Robert Shallow, 3149choose what office thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine. Pistol, I will 3150double charge thee with dignities.

O joyful day! I would not take a knighthood for my 3153fortune.

What, I do bring good news?

Carry Master Silence to bed. Master Shallow, my 3156Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt: I am fortune's steward. Get on 3157thy boots. We'll ride all night. O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph! Come 3158Pistol, utter more to me, and withal devise something to do 3159thyself good. Boot, boot, Master Shallow! I know the young 3160king is sick for me. Let us take any man's horses. The laws of 3161England are at my commandment. Blessèd are they that have 3163been my friends, and woe to my Lord Chief Justice!

Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!

5.3.693166"Where is the life that late I led?" say they,

5.3.703167Why here it is! Welcome these pleasant days!