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

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

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

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

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

SILENCE: Ah, sirrah! quoth-a, we shall
	Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,


	And praise God for the merry year;
	When flesh is cheap and females dear,
	And lusty lads roam here and there
	So merrily,
	And ever among so merrily.

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

SHALLOW: Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.

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


SHALLOW: Be merry, Master Bardolph; and, my little soldier
	there, be merry.

SILENCE: Be merry, be merry, my wife has all;


	For women are shrews, both short and tall:
	'Tis merry in hall when beards wag all,
	And welcome merry Shrove-tide.
	Be merry, be merry.

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

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

	[Re-enter DAVY]

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



DAVY: Your worship! I'll be with you straight.


	A cup of wine, sir?

SILENCE: A cup of wine that's brisk and fine,


	And drink unto the leman mine;
	And a merry heart lives long-a.

FALSTAFF: Well said, Master Silence.

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

FALSTAFF: Health and long life to you, Master Silence.

SILENCE: Fill the cup, and let it come;


	I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.

SHALLOW: Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest any
	thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.
	Welcome, my little tiny thief.

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	And welcome indeed too. I'll drink to Master
	Bardolph, and to all the cavaleros about London.

DAVY: I hove to see London once ere I die.

BARDOLPH: An I might see you there, Davy,--

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

BARDOLPH: Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot.

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

BARDOLPH: And I'll stick by him, sir.

SHALLOW: Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be merry.

	[Knocking within]

	Look who's at door there, ho! who knocks?

	[Exit DAVY]

FALSTAFF: Why, now you have done me right.

	[To SILENCE, seeing him take off a bumper]

SILENCE: [Singing]

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

FALSTAFF: 'Tis so.

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

	[Re-enter DAVY]

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

FALSTAFF: From the court! let him come in.

	[Enter PISTOL]

	How now, Pistol!

PISTOL: Sir John, God save you!

FALSTAFF: What wind blew you hither, Pistol?

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

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

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

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

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

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

SILENCE: And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.


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

SILENCE: Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.

PISTOL: Why then, lament therefore.

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

PISTOL: Under which king, Besonian? speak, or die.

SHALLOW: Under King Harry.

PISTOL:                   Harry the Fourth? or Fifth?

SHALLOW: Harry the Fourth.

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

FALSTAFF: What, is the old king dead?

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

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

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

PISTOL: What! I do bring good news.

FALSTAFF: Carry Master Silence to bed. Master Shallow, my
	Lord Shallow,--be what thou wilt; I am fortune's
	steward--get on thy boots: we'll ride all night.
	O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph!


	Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal devise
	something to do thyself good. Boot, boot, Master
	Shallow: I know the young king is sick for me. Let
	us take any man's horses; the laws of England are at
	my commandment. Blessed are they that have been my
	friends; and woe to my lord chief-justice!

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



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