FIRST GROOM.
’Twill be two o’clock ere they come from the coronation. Dispatch, dispatch.
[Exeunt.]
Trumpets sound, and the King and his train pass over the stage. Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph and Page.
FALSTAFF.
Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow. I will make the King do you grace. I will leer upon him as he comes by, and do but mark the countenance that he will give me.
PISTOL.
God bless thy lungs, good knight!
FALSTAFF.
Come here, Pistol, stand behind me. O, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But ’tis no matter, this poor show doth better. This doth infer the zeal I had to see him.
SHALLOW.
It doth so.
FALSTAFF.
It shows my earnestness of affection—
SHALLOW.
It doth so.
FALSTAFF.
My devotion—