1    Nay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour,
2    we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing,
3    with a dish of caraways, and so forth: come,
4    cousin Silence: and then to bed.

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

6    Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all,
7    Sir John: marry, good air. Spread, Davy; spread,
8    Davy; well said, Davy.

9    This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your
10   serving-man and your husband.

11   A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet,
12   Sir John: by the mass, I have drunk too much sack
13   at supper: a good varlet. Now sit down, now sit
14   down: come, cousin.

15   Ah, sirrah! quoth-a, we shall
16   Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,
Singing
17   And praise God for the merry year;
18   When flesh is cheap and females dear,
19   And lusty lads roam here and there
20   So merrily,
21   And ever among so merrily.

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

24   Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.

25   Sweet sir, sit; I'll be with you anon. most sweet
26   sir, sit. Master page, good master page, sit.
27   Proface! What you want in meat, we'll have in drink:
28   but you must bear; the heart's all.

29   Be merry, Master Bardolph; and, my little soldier
30   there, be merry.

31   Be merry, be merry, my wife has all;
Singing
32   For women are shrews, both short and tall:
33   'Tis merry in hall when beards wag all,
34   And welcome merry Shrove-tide.
35   Be merry, be merry.

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

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

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

40   Davy!

41   Your worship! I'll be with you straight.
To BARDOLPH
42   A cup of wine, sir?

43   A cup of wine that's brisk and fine,
Singing
44   And drink unto the leman mine;
45   And a merry heart lives long-a.

46   Well said, Master Silence.

47   An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o' the night.

48   Health and long life to you, Master Silence.

49   Fill the cup, and let it come;
Singing
50   I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.

51   Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest any
52   thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.
53   Welcome, my little tiny thief.
To the Page
54   And welcome indeed too. I'll drink to Master
55   Bardolph, and to all the cavaleros about London.

56   I hove to see London once ere I die.

57   An I might see you there, Davy,--

58   By the mass, you'll crack a quart together, ha!
59   Will you not, Master Bardolph?

60   Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot.

61   By God's liggens, I thank thee: the knave will
62   stick by thee, I can assure thee that. A' will not
63   out; he is true bred.

64   And I'll stick by him, sir.

65   Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be merry.
Knocking within
66   Look who's at door there, ho! who knocks?

67   Why, now you have done me right.

Singing
68   Do me right,
69   And dub me knight: Samingo.
70   Is't not so?

71   'Tis so.

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

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

75   From the court! let him come in.
Enter PISTOL
76   How now, Pistol!

77   Sir John, God save you!

78   What wind blew you hither, Pistol?

79   Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet
80   knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm.

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

82   Puff!
83   Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
84   Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend,
85   And helter-skelter have I rode to thee,
86   And tidings do I bring and lucky joys
87   And golden times and happy news of price.

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

89   A foutre for the world and worldlings base!
90   I speak of Africa and golden joys.

91   O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?
92   Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.

93   And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.

94   Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
95   And shall good news be baffled?
96   Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.

97   Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.

98   Why then, lament therefore.

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

103  Under which king, Besonian? speak, or die.

104  Under King Harry.

105  Harry the Fourth? or Fifth?

106  Harry the Fourth.

107  A foutre for thine office!
108  Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king;
109  Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth:
110  When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like
111  The bragging Spaniard.

112  What, is the old king dead?

113  As nail in door: the things I speak are just.

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

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

119  What! I do bring good news.

120  Carry Master Silence to bed. Master Shallow, my
121  Lord Shallow,--be what thou wilt; I am fortune's
122  steward--get on thy boots: we'll ride all night.
123  O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph!
Exit BARDOLPH
124  Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal devise
125  something to do thyself good. Boot, boot, Master
126  Shallow: I know the young king is sick for me. Let
127  us take any man's horses; the laws of England are at
128  my commandment. Blessed are they that have been my
129  friends; and woe to my lord chief-justice!

130  Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
131  'Where is the life that late I led?' say they:
132  Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days!