Thy Dol, and Helen of thy noble thoghts
is in base Durance, and contagious prison: Hall'd thither
by most Mechanicall and durty hand. Rowze vppe
Reuenge from Ebon den, with fell Alecto's Snake, for
Dol is in. Pistol, speakes nought but troth
Fal. I will deliuer her
Pistol. There roar'd the Sea: and Trumpet Clangour
sounds.
The Trumpets sound. Enter King Henrie the Fift, Brothers, Lord
Chiefe
Iustice.
Falst. Saue thy Grace, King Hall, my Royall Hall
Pist. The heauens thee guard, and keepe, most royall
Impe of Fame
Fal. 'Saue thee my sweet Boy
King. My Lord Chiefe Iustice, speake to that vaine
man
Ch.Iust. Haue you your wits?
Know you what 'tis you speake?
Falst. My King, my Ioue; I speake to thee, my heart
King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy Prayers:
How ill white haires become a Foole, and Iester?
I haue long dream'd of such a kinde of man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so prophane:
But being awake, I do despise my dreame.
Make lesse thy body (hence) and more thy Grace,
Leaue gourmandizing; Know the Graue doth gape
For thee, thrice wider then for other men.
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