Pist. Harry the fourth? or fifth?
Pist. A foutre for thine office![4422]
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king;[4423]115
Harry the fifth's the man. I speak the truth:[4423]
When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like[4423]
The bragging Spaniard.[4423]
Fal. What, is the old king dead?
Pist. As nail in door: the things I speak are just.[4424]120
Fal. Away, Bardolph! saddle my horse. Master[4425]
Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land,[4425]
'tis thine. Pistol, I will double-charge thee with dignities.[4425]
Bard. O joyful day!
I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.[4426]125
Pist. What! I do bring good news.[4427]
Fal. 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[4428]
Pistol! Away, Bardolph! [Exit Bard.] Come, Pistol, utter[4429]130
more to me; and withal devise something to do thyself
good. Boot, boot, Master Shallow: I know the young[4430]
king is sick for me. Let us take any man's horses; the
laws of England are at my commandment. Blessed are[4431]
they that have been my friends; and woe to my lord chief-justice![4431][4432]135
Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
'Where is the life that late I led?' say they:[4433]
Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days! [Exeunt.[4434]