FALSTAFF.
But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting all affairs else in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done but to see him.
PISTOL.
’Tis semper idem, for obsque hoc nihil est; ’tis all in every part.
SHALLOW.
’Tis so, indeed.
PISTOL.
My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver,
And make thee rage.
Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
Is in base durance and contagious prison,
Haled thither
By most mechanical and dirty hand.
Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto’s snake,
For Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.
FALSTAFF.
I will deliver her.
[Shouts within. The trumpets sound.]
PISTOL.
There roar’d the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.
Enter the King and his train, the Lord Chief Justice among them.
FALSTAFF.
God save thy Grace, King Hal, my royal Hal!
PISTOL.
The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!