And, in your power, so silencing your son : King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this well; Therefore still bear the balance and the sword: Offend you, and obey you, as I did. So shall I live to speak my father's words :- As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand. You shall be as a father to my youth: My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear, And I will stoop and humble my intents To your well-practised, wise directions.— And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you; My father is gone wild into his grave, Ishall have foremost hand. Our coronation done, we will accite, As I before remembered, all our state : No prince nor peer shall have just cause to say, SCENE III.—Glostershire. The Garden of SHALLOW'S House. Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOLPH, the Page, and Davy. Shal. Nay, you shall see mine 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. Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich. Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, Sir John: marry, good air.-Spread, Davy; spread, Davy; well said, Davy. Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your serving-man, and your husband. Shal. 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. Sil. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a,-we shall [Singing.] Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, And praise heaven for the merry year; When flesh is cheap and females dear, And ever among so merrily. Fal. There's a merry heart!-Good Master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon. Shal. 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: [BARDOLPH and Page sit at another table} Proface! What you want in meat, we'll have in drink. But you must bear :-the heart's all. [Exit. Shal. Be merry, Master Bardolph ;-and my little soldier there, be merry. Sil. [Singing.] has all; Be merry, be merry, my wife For women are shrews, both short and tall: 'T is merry in hall when beards wag all, And welcome merry shrove-tide. Be merry, be merry, &c. Fal. I did not think Master Silence had been a man of this metal. Sil. Who, I? I have been merry twice and once, ere now. Re-enter Davy. Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you. Shal. Davy, [Setting them before BARDOLPH. Davy. Your worship? straight.-A cup of wine, sir? I'll be with you Sil. [Singing.] A cup of wine that's brisk and fine, And drink unto the leman mine; And a merry heart lives long-a. Fal. Well said, Master Silence. Sil. An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet of the night. Fal. Health and long life to you, Master Silence. Sil. [Singing.] Fill the cup and let it come; Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest anything, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.-Welcome, my little tiny thief, and welcome, indeed, too.—I'll drink to Master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London. Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die. Bard. If I might see you there, Davy,— |