|The Second part of King Henry the Fourth|
| Henry IV, part 2
| Act 5, Scene 5
Enter two Grooms, strewing rushesFirst Groom
More rushes, more rushes.Second Groom
The trumpets have sounded twice.First Groom
'Twill be two o'clock ere they come from theFALSTAFF
coronation: dispatch, dispatch.
Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and Page
Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow; I willPISTOL
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.FALSTAFF
Come here, Pistol; stand behind me. O, if I had hadSHALLOW
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.
It doth so.FALSTAFF
It shows my earnestness of affection,--SHALLOW
It doth so.FALSTAFF
It doth, it doth, it doth.FALSTAFF
As it were, to ride day and night; and not toSHALLOW
deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience
to shift me,--
It is best, certain.FALSTAFF
But to stand stained with travel, and sweating withPISTOL
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:'SHALLOW
'tis all in every part.
'Tis so, indeed.PISTOL
My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver,FALSTAFF
And make thee rage.
Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
Is in base durance and contagious prison;
By most mechanical and dirty hand:
Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell
For Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.
I will deliver her.PISTOL
Shouts within, and the trumpets sound
There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.FALSTAFF
Enter KING HENRY V and his train, the Lord Chief- Justice among them
God save thy grace, King Hal! my royal Hal!PISTOL
The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!FALSTAFF
God save thee, my sweet boy!KING HENRY IV
My lord chief-justice, speak to that vain man.FALSTAFF
Lord Chief-Justice Have you your wits? know you what 'tis to speak?
My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!KING HENRY IV
I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers;FALSTAFF
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
I have long dream'd of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old and so profane;
But, being awaked, I do despise my dream.
Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace;
Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape
For thee thrice wider than for other men.
Reply not to me with a fool-born jest:
Presume not that I am the thing I was;
For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self;
So will I those that kept me company.
When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast,
The tutor and the feeder of my riots:
Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death,
As I have done the rest of my misleaders,
Not to come near our person by ten mile.
For competence of life I will allow you,
That lack of means enforce you not to evil:
And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,
We will, according to your strengths and qualities,
Give you advancement. Be it your charge, my lord,
To see perform'd the tenor of our word. Set on.
Exeunt KING HENRY V, & c
Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.SHALLOW
Yea, marry, Sir John; which I beseech you to let meFALSTAFF
have home with me.
That can hardly be, Master Shallow. Do not youSHALLOW
grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private to
him: look you, he must seem thus to the world:
fear not your advancements; I will be the man yet
that shall make you great.
I cannot well perceive how, unless you should giveFALSTAFF
me your doublet and stuff me out with straw. I
beseech you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred
of my thousand.
Sir, I will be as good as my word: this that youSHALLOW
heard was but a colour.
A colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John.FALSTAFF
Fear no colours: go with me to dinner: come,FALSTAFF
Lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph: I shall be sent
for soon at night.
Re-enter Prince John of LANCASTER, the Lord Chief-Justice; Officers with themLord Chief-Justice Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet:
Take all his company along with him.
My lord, my lord,--PISTOL
Lord Chief-Justice I cannot now speak: I will hear you soon.
Take them away.
Si fortune me tormenta, spero contenta.LANCASTER
Exeunt all but PRINCE JOHN and the Lord Chief-Justice
I like this fair proceeding of the king's:LANCASTER
He hath intent his wonted followers
Shall all be very well provided for;
But all are banish'd till their conversations
Appear more wise and modest to the world.
Lord Chief-Justice And so they are.
The king hath call'd his parliament, my lord.LANCASTER
Lord Chief-Justice He hath.
I will lay odds that, ere this year expire,
We bear our civil swords and native fire
As far as France: I beard a bird so sing,
Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.
Come, will you hence?
Spoken by a DancerFirst my fear; then my courtesy; last my speech.
My fear is, your displeasure; my courtesy, my duty;
and my speech, to beg your pardons. If you look
for a good speech now, you undo me: for what I have
to say is of mine own making; and what indeed I
should say will, I doubt, prove mine own marring.
But to the purpose, and so to the venture. Be it
known to you, as it is very well, I was lately here
in the end of a displeasing play, to pray your
patience for it and to promise you a better. I
meant indeed to pay you with this; which, if like an
ill venture it come unluckily home, I break, and
you, my gentle creditors, lose. Here I promised you
I would be and here I commit my body to your
mercies: bate me some and I will pay you some and,
as most debtors do, promise you infinitely.
If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will
you command me to use my legs? and yet that were but
light payment, to dance out of your debt. But a
good conscience will make any possible satisfaction,
and so would I. All the gentlewomen here have
forgiven me: if the gentlemen will not, then the
gentlemen do not agree with the gentlewomen, which
was never seen before in such an assembly.
One word more, I beseech you. If you be not too
much cloyed with fat meat, our humble author will
continue the story, with Sir John in it, and make
you merry with fair Katharine of France: where, for
any thing I know, Falstaff shall die of a sweat,
unless already a' be killed with your hard
opinions; for Oldcastle died a martyr, and this is
not the man. My tongue is weary; when my legs are
too, I will bid you good night: and so kneel down
before you; but, indeed, to pray for the queen.