Page 1118 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

A foutra for thine office! [115]
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? [120]

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! [125]

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
[130] Pistol! Away, Bardolph! [Exit Bardolph.] Come, Pistol, utter more to me,

and withal 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 [135] 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! [140]
Exeunt.