Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, Davy, Bardolph,
and the Page
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,
carraway seeds, or a delicacy containing carraway seeds
cousin Silence – and then to bed.
'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling,
and a rich.
Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars
all, Sir John – marry, good air. Spread, Davy, spread,
Davy, well said, Davy.
This Davy serves you for good uses – he is
your servingman and your husband.
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.
Ah, sirrah! quoth 'a, we shall
(sings) 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,
And ever among so merrily.
There's a merry heart, Good Master Silence!
I'll give you a health for that anon.
Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.
Sweet sir, sit – I'll be with you anon. Most sweet
sir, sit; master page, good master page, sit. Proface!
[polite expression used to someone about to eat or drink] may it do you good, for your benefit
What you want in meat, we'll have in drink; but you
must bear; the heart's all.
Be merry, Master Bardolph; and, my little
soldier there, be merry.
Be merry, be merry, my wife has all,
For women are shrews, both short and tall.
'Tis merry in hall, when beards wags all,
And welcome merry Shrovetide! Be merry, be merry.
I did not think Master Silence had been a man
of this mettle.
Who, I? I have been merry twice and once ere
There's a dish of leather-coats for
Your worship! I'll be with you straight. (to
Bardolph) A cup of wine, sir?
A cup of wine that's brisk and fine,
And drink unto thee, leman mine,
And a merry heart lives long-a.
Well said, Master Silence.
An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet
Health and long life to you, Master Silence.
Fill the cup, and let it come,
I'll pledge you a mile to th' bottom.
Honest Bardolph, welcome! If thou wantest
anything and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. (to the
Page) Welcome, my little tiny thief, and welcome indeed,
too! I'll drink to Master Bardolph, and to all the
cabileros about London.
I hope to see London once ere I die.
An I might see you there, Davy –
By the mass, you'll crack a quart together – ha!
will you not, Master Bardolph?
Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot.
By God's liggens, I thank thee. The knave
will stick by thee, 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
One knocks at door
Look who's at door there, ho! Who knocks?
(to Silence, seeing him drink)
Why, now you
have done me right.
Do me right,
And dub me knight:
[unclear meaning] type of drinking refrain [Latin ‘mingo’ = urinate]
Is't not so?
Is't so? Why then, say an old man can do
An't please your worship, there's one Pistol come
from 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.
Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in
By'r lady, I think 'a be, but goodman Puff of
Puff i'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.
I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of
A foutre for the world and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys.
O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?
Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.
Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
And shall good news be baffled?
Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.
Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
Why then, lament therefor.
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 conceal them. I am, sir, under
the King, in some authority.
Under which king, Besonian? Speak, or die.
Under King Harry.
Harry the Fourth, or Fifth?
Harry the Fourth.
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
fig (v.) 1
word used along with a rude gesture [of the thumb between the first two fingers of a fist]
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, choose what office thou wilt in the land,
'tis thine. Pistol, I will double-charge thee with dignities.
O joyful day! I would not take a knighthood
for my fortune.
What, I do bring good news?
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!
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!