5. SCENE V. A public place near Westminster Abbey.
[Enter two Grooms, strewing rushes.]
More rushes, more rushes.
The trumpets have sounded twice.
'Twill be two o'clock ere they come from the
coronation: dispatch, dispatch.
[Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph, and Page.]
Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow; I will make the
king do you grace: I will leer upon him as a' comes by; and do
but mark the countenance that he will give me.
God bless thy lungs, good knight!
Come here, Pistol; stand behind me. O, if I had had 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.
It doth so.
It shows my earnestness of affection,--
It doth so.
It doth, it doth, it doth.
As it were, to ride day and night; and not to deliberate, not to
remember, not to have patience to shift me,--
It is best, certain.
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.
'Tis "semper idem," for "obsque hoc nihil est:" 'tis all in
'Tis so, indeed.