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KING HENRY IV, SECOND PART

by William Shakespeare


Dramatis Personae
RUMOUR, the Presenter
...

His sons HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES, afterwards King Henry V
...
PRINCE JOHN OF LANCASTER
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EARL OF WARWICK
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EARL OF SURREY
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HARCOURT
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Lord Chief Justice of the King’s Bench
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EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND
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LORD MOWBRAY
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LORD
BARDOLPH
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TRAVERS and MORTON, retainers of
Northumberland
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His Page
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PISTOL
...
PETO
...
DAVY, Servant to
Shallow
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FANG and SNARE, sheriff’s officers
...
LADY PERCY
...
DOLL TEARSHEET
...

A Dancer, speaker of the epilogue
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INDUCTION
Warkworth
...

[Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues
...
Open your ears; for which of you will stop The vent of hearing when
loud Rumour speaks? I, from the orient to the drooping west, Making the wind
my post-horse, still unfold The acts commenced on this ball of earth: Upon my
tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports
...
But what need I thus My wellknown body to anatomize Among my household? Why is Rumour here? I run
before King Harry’s victory; Who in a bloody field by Shrewsbury Hath beaten
down young Hotspur and his troops, Quenching the flame of bold rebellion Even
with the rebels’ blood
...
This have I rumour’d through the peasant towns Between that
royal field of Shrewsbury And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, Where
Hotspur’s father, old Northumberland, Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on,
And not a man of them brings other news Than they have learn’d of me: from
Rumour’s tongues They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs
...
]

ACT I
...
The same
...
]

LORD BARDOLPH
...
]
Where is the earl?
PORTER
...
Tell thou the earl That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him
here
...
His lordship is walk’d forth into the orchard: Please it your honour,
knock but at the gate, And he himself will answer
...
]
LORD BARDOLPH
...

[Exit Porter
...
What news, Lord Bardolph? every minute now Should
be the father of some stratagem: The times are wild; contention, like a horse Full
of high feeding, madly hath broke loose And bears down all before him
...
Noble earl, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury
...
Good, an God will!
LORD BARDOLPH
...
How is this derived? Saw you the field? came you from
Shrewsbury?
LORD BARDOLPH
...

NORTHUMBERLAND
...

[Enter Travers
...
My lord, I over-rode him on the way; And he is furnish’d
with no certainties More than he haply may retail from me
...
Now, Travers, what good tidings comes with you?
TRAVERS
...
After him came spurring hard A
gentleman, almost forspent with speed, That stopp’d by me to breathe his
bloodied horse
...
With that, he gave his able horse the head, And
bending forward struck his armed heels Against the panting sides of his poor
jade Up to the rowel-head, and starting so He seem’d in running to devour the
way, Staying no longer question
...
Ha! Again: Said he young Harry Percy’s spur was
cold? Of Hotspur Coldspur? that rebellion Had met ill luck?
LORD BARDOLPH
...

NORTHUMBERLAND
...
Who, he? He was some hilding fellow that had stolen The
horse he rode on, and, upon my life, Spoke at a venture
...

[Enter Morton
...
Yea, this man’s brow, like to a title-leaf, Foretells the
nature of a tragic volume: So looks the strand whereon the imperious flood Hath

left a witness’d usurpation
...
I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; Where hateful death put on
his ugliest mask To fright our party
...
How doth my son and brother? Thou tremblest; and the
whiteness in thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand
...
This thou wouldst say: “Your son did thus and thus; Your
brother thus: so fought the noble Douglas:” Stopping my greedy ear with their
bold deeds: But in the end, to stop my ear indeed, Thou hast a sigh to blow away
this praise, Ending with “Brother, son, and all are dead
...
Douglas is living, and your brother, yet: But, for my lord your son,—
NORTHUMBERLAND
...
See what a ready tongue suspicion
hath! He that but fears the thing he would not know Hath by instinct knowledge
from others’ eyes That what he fear’d is chanced
...

MORTON
...

NORTHUMBERLAND
...
I see a
strange confession in thine eye; Thou shakest thy head and hold’st it fear or sin
To speak a truth
...

LORD BARDOLPH
...

MORTON
...
In few, his death, whose spirit lent a fire Even to the dullest

peasant in his camp, Being bruited once, took fire and heat away From the besttemper’d courage in his troops; For from his metal was his party steel’d; Which
once in him abated, all the rest Turn’d on themselves, like dull and heavy lead:
And as the thing that’s heavy in itself, Upon enforcement flies with greatest
speed, So did our men, heavy in Hotspur’s loss, Lend to this weight such
lightness with their fear That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim Than did
our soldiers, aiming at their safety, Fly from the field
...
The sum of all Is that the king hath
won, and hath sent out A speedy power to encounter you, my lord, Under the
conduct of young Lancaster And Westmoreland
...

NORTHUMBERLAND
...
In poison
there is physic; and these news, Having been well, that would have made me
sick, Being sick, have in some measure made me well: And as the wretch, whose
fever-weaken’d joints, Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life, Impatient of
his fit, breaks like a fire Out of his keeper’s arms, even so my limbs, Weaken’d
with grief, being now enraged with grief, Are thrice themselves
...
Now bind my brows with iron;
and approach The ragged’st hour that time and spite dare bring To frown upon
the enraged Northumberland! Let heaven kiss earth! now let not Nature’s hand
Keep the wild flood confined! let order die! And let this world no longer be a
stage To feed contention in a lingering act; But let one spirit of the first-born
Cain Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set On bloody courses, the rude
scene may end, And darkness be the burier of the dead!
TRAVERS
...

LORD BARDOLPH
...

MORTON
...
You cast the
event of war, my noble lord, And summ’d the account of chance, before you said
“Let us make head
...
We all that are engaged to this loss Knew that we ventured
on such dangerous seas That if we wrought out life ‘twas ten to one; And yet we
ventured, for the gain proposed Choked the respect of likely peril fear’d; And
since we are o’erset, venture again
...

MORTON
...
My lord your
son had only but the corpse, But shadows and the shows of men, to fight; For
that same word, rebellion, did divide The action of their bodies from their souls;
And they did fight with queasiness, constrain’d, As men drink potions, that their
weapons only Seem’d on our side; but, for their spirits and souls, This word,
rebellion, it had froze them up, As fish are in a pond
...

NORTHUMBERLAND
...
Go in with me; and counsel every man The
aptest way for safety and revenge: Get posts and letters, and make friends with
speed: Never so few, and never yet more need
...
]

SCENE II
...
A street
...
]
FALSTAFF
...
He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy water; but, for the party
that owed it, he might have moe diseases than he knew for
...
Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: the brain of this foolishcompounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter,
more than I invent or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the
cause that wit is in other men
...
If the prince put thee into my service for any
other reason than to set me off, why then I have no judgement
...
I was
never manned with an agate till now: but I will inset you neither in gold nor
silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back again to your master, for a jewel,—
the juvenal, the prince your master, whose chin is not yet fledged
...
He may keep his own grace, but he’s almost
out of mine, I can assure him
...
He said, sir, you should procure him better assurance than Bardolph: he
would not take his band and yours; he liked not the security
...
Let him be damned, like the glutton! pray God his tongue be hotter!
A whoreson Achitophel! a rascally yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in
hand, and then stand upon security! The whoreson smooth-pates do now wear
nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is
through with them in honest taking up, then they must stand upon security
...
I
looked ‘a should have sent me two and twenty yards of satin, as I am a true
knight, and he sends me security
...
Where’s Bardolph?
PAGE
...

FALSTAFF
...


[Enter the Lord Chief-Justice and Servant
...
Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the Prince for striking him
about Bardolph
...
Wait close; I will not see him
...
What’s he that goes there?
SERVANT
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...
He, my lord; but he hath since done good service at Shrewsbury;
and, as I hear, is now going with some charge to the Lord John of Lancaster
...
What, to York? Call him back again
...
Sir John Falstaff!
FALSTAFF
...

PAGE
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...
Go, pluck
him by the elbow; I must speak with him
...
Sir John!
FALSTAFF
...

SERVANT
...

FALSTAFF
...

SERVANT
...

FALSTAFF
...
You hunt counter: hence! avaunt!
SERVANT
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...

FALSTAFF
...
I am glad
to see your lordship abroad: I heard say your lordship was sick: I hope your
lordship goes abroad by advice
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...

FALSTAFF
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...

FALSTAFF
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...

FALSTAFF
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...

FALSTAFF
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...


FALSTAFF
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...

FALSTAFF
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...

FALSTAFF
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...

FALSTAFF
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...

FALSTAFF
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...

FALSTAFF
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...

FALSTAFF
...
But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a sleeping wolf
...
To wake a wolf is as bad as smell a fox
...
What! you are as a candle, the better part burnt out
...
A wassail candle, my lord, all tallow: if I did say of wax, my growth
would approve the truth
...
There is not a white hair in your face but should have his
effect of gravity
...
His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy
...
You follow the young prince up and down, like his ill angel
...
Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light; but I hope he that looks upon
me will take me without weighing: and yet, in some respects, I grant, I cannot
go: I cannot tell
...
You that are old consider
not the capacities of us that are young; you do measure the heat of our livers
with the bitterness of your galls: and we that are in the vaward of our youth, I
must confess, are wags too
...
Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are
written down old with all the characters of age? Have you not a moist eye? a dry
hand? a yellow cheek? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an increasing belly? is
not your voice broken? your wind short? your chin double? your wit single? and
every part about you blasted with antiquity? and will you yet call yourself
young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John!
FALSTAFF
...
For my voice, I have lost it with
halloing and singing of anthems
...
I have checked him for it, and the young lion repents;
marry, not in ashes and sackcloth, but in new silk and old sack
...
Well, God send the prince a better companion!

FALSTAFF
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...

FALSTAFF
...
But look you pray, all you
that kiss my lady Peace at home, that our armies join not in a hot day; for, by the
Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily:
if it be a hot day, and I brandish any thing but a bottle, I would I might never spit
white again
...
If ye will
needs say I am an old man, you should give me rest
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...
Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to furnish me forth?
CHIEF JUSTICE
...
Fare you well: commend me to my cousin Westmoreland
...
]
FALSTAFF
...
A man can no more
separate age and covetousness than ‘a can part young limbs and lechery: but the
gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; and so both the degrees prevent
my curses
...
Sir?
FALSTAFF
...
Seven groats and two pence
...
I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse:
borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable
...
About it: you know
where to find me
...
] A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for the
one or the other plays the rogue with my great toe
...
A
good wit will make use of any thing: I will turn diseases to commodity
...
]

SCENE III
...
The Archbishop’s palace
...
]
ARCHBISHOP
...
I well allow the occasion of our arms; But gladly would be better
satisfied How in our means we should advance ourselves To look with forehead
bold and big enough Upon the power and puissance of the king
...
Our present musters grow upon the file To five and twenty
thousand men of choice; And our supplies live largely in the hope Of great
Northumberland, whose bosom burns With an incensed fire of injuries
...
The question then, Lord Hastings, standeth thus: Whether
our present five and twenty thousand May hold up head without
Northumberland?
HASTINGS
...

LORD BARDOLPH
...

ARCHBISHOP
...

LORD BARDOLPH
...

HASTINGS
...

LORD BARDOLPH
...
When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then
draw the model; And when we see the figure of the house, Then we must rate the
cost of the erection; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but
draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at least desist To build at all? Much
more, in this great work, Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down And set
another up, should we survey The plot of situation and the model, Consent upon
a sure foundation, Question surveyors, know our own estate, How able such a
work to undergo, To weigh against his opposite; or else We fortify in paper and
in figures, Using the names of men instead of men; Like one that draws the
model of a house Beyond his power to build it; who, half through, Gives o’er
and leaves his part-created cost A naked subject to the weeping clouds And
waste for churlish winter’s tyranny
...
Grant that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth, Should be still-born,
and that we now possess’d The utmost man of expectation, I think we are a body
strong enough, Even as we are, to equal with the king
...
What, is the king but five and twenty thousand?
HASTINGS
...
For his divisions,
as the times do brawl, Are in three heads: one power against the French, And
one against Glendower; perforce a third Must take up us: so is the unfirm king In
three divided; and his coffers sound With hollow poverty and emptiness
...
That he should draw his several strengths together And come
against us in full puissance, Need not be dreaded
...
If he should do so, He leaves his back unarm’d, the French and
Welsh Baying him at the heels: never fear that
...
Who is it like should lead his forces hither?
HASTINGS
...

ARCHBISHOP
...
The
commonwealth is sick of their own choice; Their over-greedy love hath
surfeited: An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar
heart
...
So, so, thou common dog, didst thou
disgorge Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard; And now thou wouldst eat thy
dead vomit up, And howl’st to find it
...

MOWBRAY
...
We are time’s subjects, and time bids be gone
...
]

ACT II
...
London
...

[Enter Hostess, Fang and his Boy with her, and Snare following
...
Master Fang, have you entered the action?

FANG
...

HOSTESS
...
Sirrah, where ‘s Snare?
HOSTESS
...

SNARE
...

FANG
...

HOSTESS
...

SNARE
...

HOSTESS
...

FANG
...

HOSTESS
...

FANG
...
I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he ‘s an infinitive thing
upon my score
...
A’ comes continuantly to Pie-corner—saving your manhoods—to
buy a saddle; and he is indited to dinner to the Lubber’s-head in Lumbert Street,
to Master Smooth’s the silkman: I pray ye, since my exion is entered and my
case so openly known to the world, let him be brought in to his answer
...
There is no honesty
in such dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass and a beast, to bear
every knave’s wrong
...
Do your offices, do your offices, Master Fang and Master
Snare, do me, do me, do me your offices
...
]
FALSTAFF
...
Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mistress Quickly
...
Away, varlets! Draw, Bardolph: cut me off the villain’s head: throw
the quean in the channel
...
Throw me in the channel! I’ll throw thee in the channel
...

FALSTAFF
...

FANG
...
Good people, bring a rescue or two
...
Away, you scullion! you rampallian! you fustilarian! I’ll tickle your
catastrophe
...
]
CHIEF JUSTICE
...
Good my lord, be good to me
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...
Stand from him, fellow: wherefore hang’st thou upon him?
HOSTESS
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...
It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all, all I have
...

FALSTAFF
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...
What is the gross sum that I owe thee?
HOSTESS
...
Thou
didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at
the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the
prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor, thou
didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me
my lady thy wife
...

FALSTAFF
...
But for these foolish officers, I beseech you I may
have redress against them
...
Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your manner of
wrenching the true cause the false way
...

HOSTESS
...


CHIEF JUSTICE
...
Pay her the debt you owe her, and unpay the
villany you have done her: the one you may do with sterling money, and the
other with current repentance
...
My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without reply
...
I say to you, I do desire deliverance from these officers, being upon
hasty employment in the king’s affairs
...
You speak as having power to do wrong: but answer in the
effect of your reputation, and satisfy the poor woman
...
Come hither, hostess
...
]
CHIEF JUSTICE
...
The king, my lord, and Harry Prince of Wales Are near at hand: the
rest the paper tells
...
As I am a gentleman
...
Faith, you said so before
...
As I am a gentleman
...

HOSTESS
...

FALSTAFF
...

Let it be ten pound, if thou canst
...
Go, wash thy face, and draw the action
...

HOSTESS
...
Let it alone; I’ll make other shift: you’ll be a fool still
...
Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown
...
You’ll pay me all together?
FALSTAFF
...
] Go, with her, with her; hook on, hook
on
...
Will you have Doll Tearsheet meet you at supper?
FALSTAFF
...

[Exeunt Hostess, Bardolph, Officers, and Boy
...
I have heard better news
...
What ‘s the news, my lord?
CHIEF JUSTICE
...
At Basingstoke, my lord
...
I hope, my lord, all ‘s well: what is the news, my lord?
CHIEF JUSTICE
...
No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse, Are march’d up to my
Lord of Lancaster, Against Northumberland and the Archbishop
...
Comes the king back from Wales, my noble lord?
CHIEF JUSTICE
...

FALSTAFF
...
What’s the matter?
FALSTAFF
...
I must wait upon my good lord here; I thank you, good Sir John
...
Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to take
soldiers up in counties as you go
...
Will you sup with me, Master Gower?
CHIEF JUSTICE
...
Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool that taught
them me
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...

[Exeunt
...
London
...

[Enter Prince Henry and Poins
...
Before God, I am exceeding weary
...
Is ‘t come to that? I had thought weariness durst not have attach’d one
of so high blood
...
Faith, it does me; though it discolours the complexion of my greatness
to acknowledge it
...
Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied as to remember so weak
a composition
...
Belike then my appetite was not princely got; for, by my troth, I do
now remember the poor creature, small beer
...
What a disgrace is it to
me to remember thy name! or to know thy face tomorrow! or to take note how
many pair of silk stockings thou hast, viz
...

POINS
...
Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins?
POINS
...

PRINCE
...

POINS
...

PRINCE
...

POINS
...

PRINCE
...
But I tell thee, my
heart bleeds inwardly that my father is so sick: and keeping such vile company
as thou art hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow
...
The reason?
PRINCE
...
I would think thee a most princely hypocrite
...
It would be every man’s thought; and thou art a blessed fellow to think
as every man thinks: never a man’s thought in the world keeps the road-way
better than thine: every man would think me an hypocrite indeed
...
Why, because you have been so lewd and so much engraffed to Falstaff
...
And to thee
...
By this light, I am well spoke on; I can hear it with mine own ears: the
worst that they can say of me is that I am a second brother and that I am a proper
fellow of my hands; and those two things, I confess, I cannot help
...

[Enter Bardolph and Page
...
And the boy that I gave Falstaff: ‘a had him from me Christian; and
look, if the fat villain have not transformed him ape
...
God save your grace!
PRINCE
...
Come, you virtuous ass, you bashful fool, must you be blushing?
wherefore blush you now? What a maidenly man-at-arms are you become! Is ‘t
such a matter to get a pottle-pot’s maidenhead?
PAGE
...

PRINCE
...
Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away!
PAGE
...
Instruct us, boy; what dream, boy?
PAGE
...

PRINCE
...

POINS
...


BARDOLPH
...

PRINCE
...
Well, my lord
...

POINS
...
And how doth the martlemas, your master?
BARDOLPH
...

POINS
...

PRINCE
...

POINS
...
] “John Falstaff, knight,”—every man must know that, as oft as
he has occasion to name himself: even like those that are kin to the king; for they
never prick their finger but they say, “There’s some of the king’s blood spilt
...
The answer is
as ready as a borrower’s cap, “I am the king’s poor cousin, sir
...
Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it from Japhet
...
[Reads] “Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of the king, nearest his
father, Harry Prince of Wales, greeting
...

PRINCE
...
[Reads
...
“I commend me to thee, I commend thee,
and I leave thee
...
Repent at idle times as
thou mayest; and so, farewell
...
” My lord, I’ll steep this letter in sack
and make him eat it
...
That ‘s to make him eat twenty of his words
...
God send the wench no worse fortune! But I never said so
...
Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise
sit in the clouds and mock us
...
Yea, my lord
...
Where sups he? doth the old boar feed in the old frank?
BARDOLPH
...

PRINCE
...
Ephesians, my lord, of the old church
...
Sup any women with him?
PAGE
...

PRINCE
...
A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kinswoman of my master’s
...
Even such kin as the parish heifers are to the town bull
...
I am your shadow, my lord; I’ll follow you
...
Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your master that I am yet
come to town: there’s for your silence
...
I have no tongue, sir
...
And for mine, sir, I will govern it
...
Fare you well; go
...
]

This Doll Tearsheet should be some road
...
I warrant you, as common as the way between Saint Alban’s and
London
...
How might we see Falstaff bestow himself to-night in his true colours,
and not ourselves be seen?
POINS
...

PRINCE
...
From a
prince to a prentice? a low transformation! that shall be mine; for in everything
the purpose must weigh with the folly
...

[Exeunt
...
Warkworth
...

[Enter Northumberland, Lady Northumberland, and Lady Percy
...
I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle daughter, Give even
way unto my rough affairs; Put not you on the visage of the times And be like
them to Percy troublesome
...
I have given over, I will speak no more: Do
what you will; your wisdom be your guide
...
Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn; And, but my
going, nothing can redeem it
...
O yet, for God’s sake, go not to these wars! The time was,
father, that you broke your word, When you were more endear’d to it than now!
When your own Percy, when my heart’s dear Harry, Threw many a northward
look to see his father Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain
...
For yours, the God of heaven brighten it! For his, it stuck upon him as the
sun In the grey vault of heaven; and by his light Did all the chivalry of England

move To do brave acts: he was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did
dress themselves: He had no legs that practis’d not his gait; And speaking thick,
which nature made his blemish, Became the accents of the valiant; For those
who could speak low and tardily Would turn their own perfection to abuse, To
seem like him: so that in speech, in gait, In diet, in affections of delight, In
military rules, humours of blood, He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion’d others
...
Never, O never, do his ghost the
wrong To hold your honour more precise and nice With others than with him! let
them alone: The marshal and the archbishop are strong: Had my sweet Harry had
but half their numbers, To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur’s neck, Have talk’d
of Monmouth’s grave
...
Beshrew your heart, Fair daughter, you do draw my
spirits from me With new lamenting ancient oversights
...

LADY NORTHUMBERLAND
...

LADY PERCY
...
So did your son; He was so suffer’d: so came I a widow;
And never shall have length of life enough To rain upon remembrance with mine
eyes, That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven, For recordation to my
noble husband
...
Come, come, go in with me
...
I will resolve for Scotland: there am I, Till time and vantage crave my
company
...
]


SCENE IV
...
The Boar’s-head Tavern in Eastcheap
...
]
FIRST DRAWER
...

SECOND DRAWER
...
The prince once set a dish of
apple-johns before him, and told him there were five more Sir Johns, and,
putting off his hat, said “I will now take my leave of these six dry, round, old,
withered knights
...

FIRST DRAWER
...

Dispatch: The room where they supped is too hot; they’ll come in straight
...
Sirrah, here will be the prince and Master Poins anon; and
they will put on two of our jerkins and aprons; and Sir John must not know of it:
Bardolph hath brought word
...
By the mass, here will be old Utis: it will be an excellent
stratagem
...
I’ll see if I can find out Sneak
...
]
[Enter Hostess and Doll Tearsheet
...
I’ faith, sweetheart, methinks now you are in an excellent good
temperality: your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would desire; and
your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose, in good truth, la! But, i’ faith,
you have drunk too much canaries; and that ‘s a marvellous searching wine, and
it perfumes the blood ere one can say “What’s this?” How do you now?
DOLL
...
Why, that ‘s well said; a good heart’s worth gold
...


[Enter Falstaff
...
[Singing] “When Arthur first in court”—Empty the jordan
...
]—[Singing] “And was a worthy king
...
Sick of a calm; yea, good faith
...
So is all her sect; an they be once in a calm, they are sick
...
You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me?
FALSTAFF
...

DOLL
...

FALSTAFF
...

DOLL
...

FALSTAFF
...
Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself!
HOSTESS
...
What the good-year! one must bear,
and that must be you: you are the weaker vessel, as as they say, the emptier
vessel
...
Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogshead? there’s a
whole merchant’s venture of Bourdeaux stuff in him; you have not seen a hulk
better stuffed in the hold
...

[Re-enter First Drawer
...
Sir, Ancient Pistol’s below, and would speak with you
...
Hang him, swaggering rascal! let him not come hither: it is the foulmouthed’st rogue in England
...
If he swagger, let him not come here: no, by my faith; I must live
among my neighbours; I’ll no swaggerers: I am in good name and fame with the
very best: shut the door; there comes no swaggerers here: I have not lived all this
while, to have swaggering now: shut the door, I pray you
...
Dost thou hear, hostess?
HOSTESS
...

FALSTAFF
...

HOSTESS
...
I was before Master Tisick, the debuty, t’other day; and, as he said
to me, ‘twas no longer ago than Wednesday last, “I’ good faith, neighbour
Quickly,” says he; Master Dumbe, our minister, was by then; “neighbour
Quickly,” says he, “receive those that are civil; for” said he “you are in an ill
name:” now a’ said so, I can tell whereupon; “for,” says he, “you are an honest
woman, and well thought on; therefore take heed what guests you receive:
receive,” says he, “no swaggering companions
...

FALSTAFF
...
Call him up, drawer
...
]
HOSTESS
...

DOLL
...

HOSTESS
...


[Enter Pistol, Bardolph, and Page
...
God save you, Sir John!
FALSTAFF
...
Here, Pistol, I charge you with a cup of
sack: do you discharge upon mine hostess
...
I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets
...
She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall hardly offend her
...
Come, I’ll drink no proofs nor no bullets: I’ll drink no more than
will do me good, for no man’s pleasure, I
...
Then to you, Mistress Dorothy; I will charge you
...
Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion
...

PISTOL
...

DOLL
...

Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you! Since when, I
pray you, sir? God’s light, with two points on your shoulder? much!
PISTOL
...

FALSTAFF
...

HOSTESS
...

DOLL
...
You a captain! you
slave, for what? for tearing a poor whore’s ruff in a bawdy-house? He a captain!
hang him, rogue! he lives upon mouldy stewed prunes and dried cakes
...

BARDOLPH
...

FALSTAFF
...

PISTOL
...

PAGE
...

PISTOL
...
Hold hook and line, say I
...
Good Captain Peesel, be quiet; ‘tis very late, i’ faith: I beseek you
now, aggravate your choler
...
These be good humours, indeed! Shall packhorses And hollow
pamper’d jades of Asia, Which cannot go but thirty mile a-day, Compare with
Caesars, and with Cannibals, And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them with
King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar
...
By my troth, captain, these are very bitter words
...
Be gone, good ancient: this will grow to a brawl anon
...
Die men like dogs! give crowns like pins! Have we not Hiren here?
HOSTESS
...
What the good-year!
do you think I would deny her? For God’s sake, be quiet
...
Then feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis
...
“Si
fortune me tormente, sperato me contento
...

[Laying down his sword
...
Pistol, I would be quiet
...
Sweet knight, I kiss thy neif: what! we have seen the seven stars
...
For God’s sake, thrust him down stairs: I cannot endure such a fustian
rascal
...
Thrust him down stairs! know we not Galloway nags?
FALSTAFF
...

BARDOLPH
...

PISTOL
...
]
Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days! Why, then, let grievous,
ghastly, gaping wounds Untwine the Sisters Three! Come, Atropos, I say!
HOSTESS
...
Give me my rapier, boy
...
I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw
...
Get you down stairs
...
]
HOSTESS
...
So; murder, I warrant now
...

[Exeunt Pistol and Bardolph
...
I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal’s gone
...
Are you not hurt i’ the groin? methought a’ made a shrewd thrust at

your belly
...
]
FALSTAFF
...
Yea, sir
...

FALSTAFF
...
Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, poor ape, how thou sweatest!
come, let me wipe thy face; come on, you whoreson chops: ah, rogue! i’ faith, I
love thee: thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon, and
ten times better than the Nine Worthies: ah, villain!
FALSTAFF
...

DOLL
...

[Enter Music
...
The music is come, sir
...
Let them play
...
Sit on my knee, Doll
...

DOLL
...
Thou whoreson little tidy
Bartholomew boar-pig, when wilt thou leave fighting o’ days and foining o’
nights, and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven?
[Enter, behind, Prince Henry and Poins, disguised as drawers
...
Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a death’s-head; do not bid me
remember mine end
...
Sirrah, what humour ‘s the prince of?
FALSTAFF
...


DOLL
...

FALSTAFF
...

DOLL
...
Because their legs are both of a bigness, and a’ plays at quoits well,
and eats conger and fennel, and drinks off candles’ ends for flap-dragons, and
rides the wild-mare with the boys, and jumps upon joined-stools, and swears
with a good grace, and wears his boots very smooth, like unto the sign of the leg,
and breeds no bate with telling of discreet stories; and such other gambol
faculties a’ has, that show a weak mind and an able body, for the which the
prince admits him: for the prince himself is such another; the weight of a hair
will turn the scales between their avoirdupois
...
Would not this nave of a wheel have his ears cut off?
POINS
...

PRINCE
...

POINS
...
Kiss me, Doll
...
Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction! what says the almanac to
that?
POINS
...

FALSTAFF
...

DOLL
...

FALSTAFF
...

DOLL
...

FALSTAFF
...
A merry song, come: it grows late; we’ll to bed
...

DOLL
...

FALSTAFF
...

PRINCE & POINS
...

[Coming forward
...
Ha! a bastard son of the king’s? And art thou not Poins his brother?
PRINCE
...
A better than thou: I am a gentleman; thou art a drawer
...
Very true, sir; and I come to draw you out by the ears
...
O, the Lord preserve thy grace! by my troth, welcome to London
...
Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, by this light flesh and
corrupt blood, thou art welcome
...
How, you fat fool! I scorn you
...
My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge and turn all to a
merriment, if you take not the heat
...
You whoreson candle-mine, you, how vilely did you speak of me even
now before this honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman!
HOSTESS
...

FALSTAFF
...
Yea, and you knew me, as you did when you ran away by Gad’s-hill:
you knew I was at your back, and spoke it on purpose to try my patience
...
No, no, no; not so; I did not think thou wast within hearing
...
I shall drive you then to confess the wilful abuse; and then I know how
to handle you
...
No abuse, Hal, o’ mine honour; no abuse
...
Not to dispraise me, and call me pantler and bread-chipper and I know
not what!
FALSTAFF
...

POINS
...
No abuse, Ned, i’ the world; honest Ned, none
...
No abuse, Hal: none, Ned, none: no, faith, boys, none
...
See now, whether pure fear and entire cowardice doth not make thee
wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to close with us
...
Answer, thou dead elm, answer
...
The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecoverable; and his face is
Lucifer’s privy-kitchen, where he doth nothing but roast malt-worms
...

PRINCE
...
For one of them, she is in hell already, and burns poor souls
...

HOSTESS
...

FALSTAFF
...
Marry, there is
another indictment upon thee, for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house,
contrary to the law; for the which I think thou wilt howl
...
All victuallers do so: what ‘s a joint of mutton or two in a whole
Lent?
PRINCE
...
What says your grace?
FALSTAFF
...

[Knocking within
...
Who knocks so loud at door? Look to the door there, Francis
...
]
PRINCE
...
The king your father is at Westminster; And there are twenty weak and
wearied posts Come from the north: and, as I came along, I met and overtook a
dozen captains, Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns, And asking
every one for Sir John Falstaff
...
By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame, So idly to profane the
precious time, When tempest of commotion, like the south Borne with black
vapour, doth begin to melt And drop upon our bare unarmed heads
...
Falstaff, good night
...
]
FALSTAFF
...
[Knocking within
...
]
How now! what’s the matter?
BARDOLPH
...

FALSTAFF
...
Pay the musicians, sirrah
...
You see, my good wenches, how men of merit are sought after: the

undeserver may sleep, when the man of action is called on
...

DOLL
...

FALSTAFF
...

[Exeunt Falstaff and Bardolph
...
Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these twenty-nine years,
come peascod-time; but an honester and truer-hearted man,–- well, fare thee
well
...
[Within
...
What’s the matter?
BARDOLPH
...
] Bid Mistress Tearsheet come to my master
...
O, run, Doll, run; run, good Doll: come
...
]
Yea, will you come, Doll?
[Exeunt
...

SCENE I
...
The palace
...
]
KING
...

[Exit Page
...

[Enter Warwick and Surrey
...
Many good morrows to your majesty!
KING
...
‘Tis one o’clock, and past
...
Why then, good morrow to you all, my lords
...
We have, my liege
...
Then you perceive the body of our kingdom How foul it is; what rank
diseases grow, And with what danger, near the heart of it
...
It is but as a body yet distemper’d; Which to his former strength
may be restored With good advice and little medicine: My Lord Northumberland
will soon be cool’d
...
O God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of
the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt
itself Into the sea! and, other times, to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too
wide for Neptune’s hips; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of
alteration With divers liquors! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing
his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the

book, and sit him down and die
...
But which of
you was by— You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember—
[To Warwick
...

WARWICK
...
Such things become the hatch and brood of time; And
by the necessary form of this King Richard might create a perfect guess That
great Northumberland, then false to him, Would of that seed grow to a greater
falseness; Which should not find a ground to root upon, Unless on you
...
Are these things then necessities? Then let us meet them like necessities:
And that same word even now cries out on us: They say the bishop and
Northumberland Are fifty thousand strong
...
It cannot be, my lord; Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the fear’d
...
Upon my soul, my
lord, The powers that you already have sent forth Shall bring this prize in very
easily
...
Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill, And these
unseason’d hours perforce must add Unto your sickness
...
I will take your counsel: And were these inward wars once out of hand,
We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land
...
]

SCENE II
...
Before Justice Shallow’s house
...
]
SHALLOW
...
Good morrow, good cousin Shallow
...
And how doth my cousin, your bedfellow? and your fairest
daughter and mine, my god-daughter Ellen?
SILENCE
...
By yea and nay, sir, I dare say my cousin William is become a good
scholar: he is at Oxford still, is he not?
SILENCE
...

SHALLOW
...
I was once of Clement’s
Inn, where I think they will talk of mad Shallow yet
...
You were called “lusty Shallow” then, cousin
...
By the mass, I was called any thing; and I would have done any
thing indeed too, and roundly too
...
Then was Jack Falstaff, now Sir John, boy,
and page to Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk
...
This Sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon about soldiers?

SHALLOW
...
I see him break Skogan’s head at
the court-gate, when a’ was a crack not thus high: and the very same day did I
fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruiterer, behind Gray’s Inn
...
We shall all follow, cousin
...
Certain, ‘tis certain; very sure, very sure: death, as the Psalmist
saith, is certain to all; all shall die
...
By my troth, I was not there
...
Death is certain
...
Dead, sir
...
Jesu, Jesu, dead! a’ drew a good bow; and dead! a’ shot a fine
shoot: John a Gaunt loved him well, and betted much money on his head
...
How a score of ewes now?
SILENCE
...

SHALLOW
...
Here come two of Sir John Falstaffs men, as I think
...
]
BARDOLPH
...
I am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire of this county, and one of
the king’s justices of the peace: what is your good pleasure with me?
BARDOLPH
...

SHALLOW
...
I knew him a good backsword man
...
Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommodated than with a wife
...
It is well said, in faith, sir; and it is well said indeed too
...
Accommodated! it comes of “accommodo:” very
good; a good phrase
...
Pardon me, sir; I have heard the word
...

Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a
man is, being, whereby a’ may be thought to be accommodated; which is an
excellent thing
...
It is very just
...
]
Look, here comes good Sir John
...

FALSTAFF
...
No, Sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in commission with me
...
Good Master Silence, it well befits you should be of the peace
...
Your good worship is welcome
...
Fie! this is hot weather, gentlemen
...
Marry, have we, sir
...
Let me see them, I beseech you
...
Where’s the roll? where’s the roll? where’s the roll? Let me see, let
me see, let me see
...
Let me see; where is
Mouldy?
MOULDY
...

SHALLOW
...

FALSTAFF
...
Yea, an’t please you
...
‘Tis the more time thou wert used
...
Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i’ faith! things that are mouldy lack use:
very singular good! in faith, well said, Sir John, very well said
...
Prick him
...
I was prick’d well enough before, an you could have let me alone:
my old dame will be undone now for one to do her husbandry and her drudgery:
you need not to have pricked me; there are other men fitter to go out than I
...
Go to: peace, Mouldy; you shall go
...

MOULDY
...
Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside: know you where you are? For the
other, Sir John: let me see: Simon Shadow!
FALSTAFF
...

SHALLOW
...
Here, sir
...
Shadow, whose son art thou?
SHADOW
...

FALSTAFF
...
Do you like him, Sir John?
FALSTAFF
...

SHALLOW
...
Where’s he?
WART
...

FALSTAFF
...
Yea, sir
...
Thou art a very ragged wart
...
Shall I prick him down, Sir John?
FALSTAFF
...

SHALLOW
...

Francis Feeble!
FEEBLE
...

FALSTAFF
...
A woman’s tailor, sir
...
Shall I prick him, sir?

FALSTAFF
...

Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemy’s battle as thou hast done in a
woman’s petticoat?
FEEBLE
...

FALSTAFF
...
Prick the
woman’s tailor: well, Master Shallow, deep, Master Shallow
...
I would Wart might have gone, sir
...
I would thou wert a man’s tailor, that thou mightst mend him and
make him fit to go
...

FEEBLE
...

FALSTAFF
...
Who is next?
SHALLOW
...
Yea, marry, let ‘s see Bullcalf
...
Here, sir
...
‘Fore God, a likely fellow! Come, prick me Bullcalf till he roar
again
...
O Lord! good my lord captain,—
FALSTAFF
...
O Lord, sir! I am a diseased man
...
What disease hast thou?
BULLCALF
...

FALSTAFF
...
Is here all?
SHALLOW
...

FALSTAFF
...
I am glad
to see you, by my troth, Master Shallow
...
O, Sir John, do you remember since we lay all night in the windmill
in Saint George’s field?
FALSTAFF
...

SHALLOW
...
And is Jane Nightwork alive?
FALSTAFF
...

SHALLOW
...

FALSTAFF
...

SHALLOW
...
She was then a bonaroba
...
Old, old, Master Shallow
...
Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose but be old; certain she ‘s
old; and had Robin Nightwork by old Nightwork before I came to Clement’s Inn
...
That’s fifty-five year ago
...
Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that that this knight and I
have seen! Ha, Sir John, said I well?
FALSTAFF
...

SHALLOW
...


[Exeunt Falstaff and the Justices
...
Good Master Corporate Bardolph, stand my friend; and here ‘s
four Harry ten shillings in French crowns for you
...

BARDOLPH
...

MOULDY
...

BARDOLPH
...

FEEBLE
...

BARDOLPH
...

FEEBLE
...

[Re-enter Falstaff and the Justices
...
Come, sir, which men shall I have?
SHALLOW
...

BARDOLPH
...

FALSTAFF
...

SHALLOW
...
Do you choose for me
...
Marry, then, Mouldy, Bullcalf, Feeble, and Shadow
...
Mouldy and Bullcalf: for you, Mouldy, stay at home till you are
past service; and for your part, Bullcalf, grow till you come unto it: I will none
of you
...
Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong: they are your likeliest
men, and I would have you served with the best
...
Will you tell me, Master Shallow, how to choose a man? Care I for
the limb, the thewes, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me
the spirit, Master Shallow
...
And this
same half-faced fellow, Shadow; give me this man: he presents no mark to the
enemy; the foeman may with as great aim level at the edge of a penknife
...
Put me a caliver into Wart’s hand,
Bardolph
...
Hold, Wart, traverse; thus, thus, thus
...
Come, manage me your caliver
...
O, give me always a little, lean, old, chapt, bald shot
...

SHALLOW
...
I remember at
Mile-end Green, when I lay at Clement’s Inn,—I was then Sir Dagonet in
Arthur’s show,—there was a little quiver fellow, and a’ would manage you his
piece thus; and a’ would about and about, and come you in and come you in:
“rah, tah, tah,” would a’ say; “bounce” would a’ say; and away again would a’
go, and again would ‘a come: I shall ne’er see such a fellow
...
These fellows will do well
...
Fare you well, gentlemen both: I
thank you: I must a dozen mile to-night
...

SHALLOW
...

FALSTAFF
...


SHALLOW
...
God keep you
...
Fare you well, gentle gentlemen
...
] On, Bardolph;
lead the men away
...
] As I return, I will fetch off
these justices: I do see the bottom of Justice Shallow
...
I do remember him at Clement’s Inn like a man made after supper
of a cheese-paring: when a’ was naked, he was, for all the world, like a fork’d
radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife: a’ was so forlorn,
that his dimensions to any thick sight were invincible: a’ was the very genius of
famine; yet lecherous as a monkey, and the whores called him mandrake: a’
came ever in the rearward of the fashion, and sung those tunes to the
overscutch’d huswifes that he heard the carmen whistle, and sware they were his
fancies or his good-nights
...
I saw it, and told John a Gaunt he
beat his own name; for you might have thrust him and all his apparel into an eelskin; the case of a treble hautboy was a mansion for him, a court: and now has he
land and beefs
...
Let
time shape, and there an end
...
]

ACT IV
...
Yorkshire
...

[Enter the Archbishop of York, Mowbray, Hastings, and others
...
What is this forest call’d?
HASTINGS
...


ARCHBISHOP
...

HASTINGS
...

ARCHBISHOP
...
My friends and brethren in these great affairs, I
must acquaint you that I have received New-dated letters from Northumberland;
Their cold intent, tenour and substance, thus: Here doth he wish his person, with
such powers As might hold sortance with his quality, The which he could not
levy; whereupon He is retired, to ripe his growing fortunes, To Scotland: and
concludes in hearty prayers That your attempts may overlive the hazard And
fearful meeting of their opposite
...
Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground And dash
themselves to pieces
...
]
HASTINGS
...
West of this forest, scarcely off a mile, In goodly form comes on
the enemy; And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number Upon or near the
rate of thirty thousand
...
The just proportion that we gave them out
...

ARCHBISHOP
...
]
MOWBRAY
...

WESTMORELAND
...

ARCHBISHOP
...
Then, my lord, Unto your grace do I in chief address The

substance of my speech
...
You, lord archbishop, Whose see is by a civil peace maintain’d, Whose
beard the silver hand of peace hath touch’d, Whose learning and good letters
peace hath tutor’d, Whose white investments figure innocence, The dove and
very blessed spirit of peace, Wherefore you do so ill translate yourself Out of the
speech of peace that bears such grace, Into the harsh and boisterous tongue of
war; Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood, Your pens to lances and
your tongue divine To a loud trumpet and a point of war?
ARCHBISHOP
...
Briefly to this end:
we are all diseased, And with our surfeiting and wanton hours Have brought
ourselves into a burning fever, And we must bleed for it; of which disease Our
late king, Richard, being infected, died
...
Hear me more plainly
...
We see which way the stream of
time doth run, And are enforced from our most quiet there By the rough torrent
of occasion; And have the summary of all our griefs, When time shall serve, to
show in articles; Which long ere this we offer’d to the king, And might by no
suit gain our audience: When we are wrong’d and would unfold our griefs, We
are denied access unto his person Even by those men that most have done us
wrong
...

WESTMORELAND
...
My brother general, the commonwealth, To brother born an
household cruelty, I make my quarrel in particular
...
There is no need of any such redress; Or if there were, it
not belongs to you
...
Why not to him in part, and to us all That feel the bruises of the
days before, And suffer the condition of these times To lay a heavy and unequal
hand Upon our honours?
WESTMORELAND
...
Yet for your part, it not appears to me Either from the king or in the
present time That you should have an inch of any ground To build a grief on:
were you not restored To all the Duke of Norfolk’s signories, Your noble and
right well rememb’red father’s?
MOWBRAY
...

WESTMORELAND
...
The
Earl of Hereford was reputed then In England the most valiant gentleman: Who
knows on whom fortune would then have smiled? But if your father had been
victor there, He ne’er had borne it out of Coventry: For all the country in a
general voice Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers and love Were set on
Hereford, whom they doted on And bless’d and graced indeed, more than the
king
...
Here come I from our
princely general To know your griefs; to tell you from his grace That he will give
you audience; and wherein It shall appear that your demands are just, You shall
enjoy them, everything set off That might so much as think you enemies
...
But he hath forc’d us to compel this offer; And it proceeds from
policy, not love
...
Mowbray, you overween to take it so; This offer comes
from mercy, not from fear: For, lo! within a ken our army lies, Upon mine
honour, all too confident To give admittance to a thought of fear
...

MOWBRAY
...

WESTMORELAND
...

HASTINGS
...
That is intended in the general’s name: I muse you make
so slight a question
...
Then take, my Lord of Westmoreland, this schedule, For this
contains our general grievances: Each several article herein redress’d, All
members of our cause, both here and hence, That are insinew’d to this action,
Acquitted by a true substantial form And present execution of our wills To us
and to our purposes confined, We come within our awful banks again And knit
our powers to the arm of peace
...
This will I show the general
...

ARCHBISHOP
...

[Exit Westmoreland
...
There is a thing within my bosom tells me That no conditions of
our peace can stand
...
Fear you not that: if we can make our peace Upon such large terms
and so absolute As our conditions shall consist upon, Our peace shall stand as
firm as rocky mountains
...
Yea, but our valuation shall be such That every slight and falsederived cause, Yea, every idle, nice and wanton reason Shall to the king taste of
this action; That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love, We shall be winnow’d
with so rough a wind That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff And good
from bad find no partition
...
No, no, my lord
...

HASTINGS
...

ARCHBISHOP
...

MOWBRAY
...
Here is return’d my Lord of Westmoreland
...
]
WESTMORELAND
...

MOWBRAY
...

ARCHBISHOP
...


[Exeunt
...
Another part of the forest
...
]
LANCASTER
...
My
Lord of York, it better show’d with you When that your flock, assembled by the
bell, Encircled you to hear with reverence Your exposition on the holy text Than
now to see you here an iron man, Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,
Turning the word to sword and life to death
...
Who hath not heard it
spoken How deep you were within the books of God? To us the speaker in his
parliament; To us the imagined voice of God himself; The very opener and
intelligencer Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven And our dull workings
...

ARCHBISHOP
...
I sent your grace The parcels and particulars of our grief, The which hath
been with scorn shoved from the court, Whereon this Hydra son of war is born;
Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm’d asleep With grant of our most just
and right desires, And true obedience, of this madness cured, Stoop tamely to the
foot of majesty
...
If not, we ready are to try our fortunes To the last man
...
And though we here fall down, We have supplies to second our

attempt: If they miscarry, theirs shall second them; And so success of mischief
shall be born And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up Whiles England shall
have generation
...
You are too shallow, Hastings, much to shallow, To sound the
bottom of the after-times
...
Pleaseth your grace to answer them directly How far forth
you do like their articles
...
I like them all, and do allow them well, And swear here, by the
honour of my blood, My father’s purposes have been mistook, And some about
him have too lavishly Wrested his meaning and authority
...
If this may please you,
Discharge your powers unto their several counties, As we will ours; and here
between the armies Let ‘s drink together friendly and embrace, That all their
eyes may bear those tokens home Of our restored love and amity
...
I take your princely word for these redresses
...
I give it you, and will maintain my word: And thereupon I drink
unto your grace
...
Go, captain, and deliver to the army This news of peace: let them
have pay, and part: I know it will please them
...

[Exit Officer
...
To you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland
...
I pledge your grace; and, if you knew what pains I have
bestow’d to breed this present peace, You would drink freely: but my love to ye
Shall show itself more openly hereafter
...
I do not doubt you
...
I am glad of it
...

MOWBRAY
...

ARCHBISHOP
...

WESTMORELAND
...
”
ARCHBISHOP
...

MOWBRAY
...

[Shouts within
...
The word of peace is render’d: hark, how they shout!
MOWBRAY
...

ARCHBISHOP
...

LANCASTER
...
And let our army be discharged too
...
]
And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains March by us, that we may
peruse the men We should have coped withal
...
Go, good Lord Hastings, And, ere they be dismiss’d, let them
march by
...
]
LANCASTER
...

[Re-enter Westmoreland
...
The leaders, having charge from you to stand, Will not go
off until they hear you speak
...
They know their duties
...
]
HASTINGS
...

WESTMORELAND
...

MOWBRAY
...
Is your assembly so?
ARCHBISHOP
...
I pawn’d thee none: I promised you redress of these same
grievances Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour, I will perform
with a most Christian care
...
Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
Fondly brought here and foolishly sent hence
...
Some guard these
traitors to the block of death, Treason’s true bed and yielder up of breath
...
]

SCENE III
...

[Alarum
...
Enter Falstaff and Colevile, meeting
...
What ‘s your name, sir? of what condition are you, and of what
place, I pray?
COLEVILE
...

FALSTAFF
...

COLEVILE
...
As good a man as he, sir, whoe’er I am
...

COLEVILE
...

FALSTAFF
...
An I had but a belly of
any indifferency, I were simply the most active fellow in Europe: my womb, my
womb, my womb undoes me
...

[Enter Prince John of Lancaster, Westmoreland, Blunt, and others
...
The heat is past; follow no further now: Call in the powers, good
cousin Westmoreland
...
]
Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while? When everything is ended,
then you come: These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life, One time or other
break some gallows’ back
...
I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus: I never knew yet
but rebuke and check was the reward of valour
...
But what of that? he saw me, and yielded; that I may
justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, “I came, saw, and overcame
...
It was more of his courtesy than your deserving
...
I know not: here he is, and here I yield him: and I beseech your
grace, let it be booked with the rest of this day’s deeds; or, by the Lord, I will
have it in a particular ballad else, with mine own picture on the top on’t, Colevile
kissing my foot: to the which course if I be enforced, if you do not all show like
gilt twopences to me, and I in the clear sky of fame o’ershine you as much as the
full moon doth the cinders of the element, which show like pins’ heads to her,
believe not the word of the noble: therefore let me have right, and let desert
mount
...
Thine ‘s too heavy to mount
...
Let it shine, then
...
Thine ‘s too thick to shine
...
Let it do something, my good lord, that may do me good, and call it
what you will
...
Is thy name Colevile?
COLEVILE
...

LANCASTER
...

FALSTAFF
...

COLEVILE
...

FALSTAFF
...

[Re-enter Westmoreland
...
Now, have you left pursuit?
WESTMORELAND
...

LANCASTER
...
Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure
...
]
And now dispatch we toward the court, my lords: I hear the king my father is
sore sick: Our news shall go before us to his majesty, Which, cousin, you shall
bear to comfort him, And we with sober speed will follow you
...
My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go through
Gloucestershire: and, when you come to court, stand my good lord, pray, in your
good report
...
Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition, Shall better speak of
you than you deserve
...
]
FALSTAFF
...

Good faith, this same young sober-blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man
cannot make him laugh; but that ‘s no marvel, he drinks no wine
...
A
good sherris-sack hath a two-fold operation in it
...
The second property of your excellent sherris is, the warming of
the blood; which, before cold and settled, left the liver white and pale, which is
the badge of pusillanimity and cowardice; but the sherris warms it and makes it
course from the inwards to the parts extremes: it illumineth the face, which as a
beacon gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm; and then
the vital commoners and inland petty spirits muster me all to their captain, the
heart, who, great and puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage; and
this valour comes of sherris
...
Hereof comes it that Prince Harry is
valiant; for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean,
sterile and bare land, manured, husbanded and tilled with excellent endeavour of
drinking good and good store of fertile sherris, that he is become very hot and

valiant
...

[Enter Bardolph
...
The army is discharged all and gone
...
Let them go
...
Come away
...
]

SCENE IV
...
The Jerusalem Chamber
...
]
KING
...
Our navy is address’d, our power collected, Our substitutes
in absence well invested, And every thing lies level to our wish: Only, we want a
little personal strength; And pause us, till these rebels, now afoot, Come
underneath the yoke of government
...
Both which we doubt not but your majesty Shall soon enjoy
...
Humphrey, my son of Gloucester, Where is the prince your brother?
GLOUCESTER
...

KING
...
I do not know, my lord
...
Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him?

GLOUCESTER
...

CLARENCE
...
Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence
...
He hath a tear for pity and a hand Open as day
for melting charity: Yet notwithstanding, being incensed, he ‘s flint; As
humorous as winter and as sudden As flaws congealed in the spring of day
...
Learn this, Thomas, And thou shalt prove a shelter to
thy friends, A hoop of gold to bind thy brothers in, That the united vessel of their
blood, Mingled with venom of suggestion— As, force perforce, the age will
pour it in— Shall never leak, though it do work as strong As aconitum or rash
gunpowder
...
I shall observe him with all care and love
...
Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Thomas?
CLARENCE
...

KING
...
With Poins, and other his continual followers
...
Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; And he, the noble image of my
youth, Is overspread with them: therefore my grief Stretches itself beyond the
hour of death: The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape In forms
imaginary the unguided days And rotten times that you shall look upon When I
am sleeping with my ancestors
...
My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite: The prince but
studies his companions Like a strange tongue, wherein, to gain the language,
‘Tis needful that the most immodest word Be look’d upon and learn’d; which
once attain’d, Your highness knows, comes to no further use But to be known
and hated
...

KING
...

[Enter Westmoreland
...
Health to my sovereign, and new happiness Added to that
that I am to deliver! Prince John your son doth kiss your grace’s hand: Mowbray,
the Bishop Scroop, Hastings and all Are brought to the correction of your law;
There is not now a rebel’s sword unsheathed, But Peace puts forth her olive
every where
...

KING
...

[Enter Harcourt
...

HARCOURT
...

KING
...
I should rejoice now at this happy news; And now my sight fails,
and my brain is giddy: O me! come near me; now I am much ill
...
Comfort, your majesty!
CLARENCE
...
My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up
...
Be patient, princes; you do know, these fits Are with his highness
very ordinary
...

CLARENCE
...

GLOUCESTER
...

CLARENCE
...

WARWICK
...

GLOUCESTER
...

KING
...

[Exeunt
...
Another chamber
...
]
KING
...

WARWICK
...


KING
...

CLARENCE
...

WARWICK
...
]
PRINCE
...
I am here, brother, full of heaviness
...
How now! rain within doors, and none abroad! How doth the king?
GLOUCESTER
...

PRINCE
...

GLOUCESTER
...

PRINCE
...

WARWICK
...

CLARENCE
...

WARWICK
...
No; I will sit and watch here by the king
...
]
Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, Being so troublesome a
bedfellow? O polish’d perturbation! golden care! That keep’st the ports of
slumber open wide To many a watchful night! sleep with it now! Yet not so
sound and half so deeply sweet As he whose brow with homely biggen bound
Snores out the watch of night
...
By his
gates of breath There lies a downy feather which stirs not: Did he suspire, that
light and weightless down Perforce must move
...
Thy due from me Is tears and heavy sorrows of
the blood, Which nature, love, and filial tenderness, Shall, O dear father, pay
thee plenteously: My due from thee is this imperial crown, Which, as immediate
from thy place and blood, Derives itself to me
...

[Exit
...
Warwick! Gloucester! Clarence!
[Re-enter Warwick, Gloucester, Clarence, and the rest
...
Doth the king call?
WARWICK
...
Why did you leave me here alone, my lords?
CLARENCE
...

KING
...

WARWICK
...

GLOUCESTER
...

KING
...
When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here
...
The prince hath ta’en it hence: go, seek him out
...

[Exit Warwick
...
See, sons, what
things you are! How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her

object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with
thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry; For this they have
engross’d and piled up The canker’d heaps of strange-achieved gold; For this
they have been thoughtful to invest Their sons with arts and martial exercises;
When, like the bee, tolling from every flower The virtuous sweets, Our thighs
pack’d with wax, our mouths with honey, We bring it to the hive, and, like the
bees, Are murdered for our pains
...

[Re-enter Warwick
...
My lord, I found the prince in the next room, Washing with kindly
tears his gentle cheeks, With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow That
tyranny, which never quaff’d but blood, Would, by beholding him, have wash’d
his knife With gentle eye-drops
...

KING
...
]
Lo, where he comes
...
Depart the chamber, leave us
here alone
...
]
PRINCE
...

KING
...
Dost thou so hunger for mine empty chair That thou wilt needs
invest thee with my honours Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth! Thou
seek’st the greatness that will overwhelm thee
...
Thou hast stolen that which after some few hours Were thine without
offence; and at my death Thou hast seal’d up my expectation: Thy life did
manifest thou lovedst me not, And thou wilt have me die assured of it
...
What! canst thou not forbear me half an

hour? Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself, And bid the merry bells ring
to thine ear That thou art crowned, not that I am dead
...
Pluck
down my officers, break my decrees; For now a time is come to mock at form:
Harry the Fifth is crown’d: up, vanity! Down, royal state! all you sage
counsellors, hence! And to the English court assemble now, From every region,
apes of idleness! Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum: Have you a
ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit
The oldest sins the newest kind of ways? Be happy, he will trouble you no more;
England shall double gild his treble guilt, England shall give him office, honour,
might; For the fifth Harry from curb’d license plucks The muzzle of restraint,
and the wild dog Shall flesh his tooth on every innocent
...
O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears, The moist impediments unto
my speech, I had forestall’d this dear and deep rebuke Ere you with grief had
spoke and I had heard The course of it so far
...

God witness with me, when I here came in, And found no course of breath
within your majesty, How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign, O, let me in my
present wildness die And never live to show the incredulous world The noble
change that I have purposed! Coming to look on you, thinking you dead, And
dead almost, my liege, to think you were, I spake unto this crown as having
sense, And thus upbraided it: “The care on thee depending Hath fed upon the
body of my father; Therefore, thou best of gold art worst of gold: Other, less fine
in carat, is more precious, Preserving life in medicine potable; But thou, most
fine, most honour’d, most renown’d, Hast eat thy bearer up
...
But
if it did infect my blood with joy, Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride; If
any rebel or vain spirit of mine Did with the least affection of a welcome Give
entertainment to the might of it, Let God for ever keep it from my head And
make me as the poorest vassal is That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!

KING
...
God knows, my son, By what by-paths and indirect crook’d ways I
met this crown; and I myself know well How troublesome it sat upon my head
...
It seem’d in me
But as an honour snatch’d with boisterous hand, And I had many living to
upbraid My gain of it by their assistances; Which daily grew to quarrel and to
bloodshed, Wounding supposed peace: all these bold fears Thou see’st with peril
I have answered; For all my reign hath been but as a scene Acting that argument:
and now my death Changes the mode; for what in me was purchased, Falls upon
thee in a more fairer sort; So thou the garland wear’st successively
...

Therefore, my Harry, Be it thy course to busy giddy minds With foreign
quarrels; that action, hence borne out, May waste the memory of the former
days
...
How I came by the crown, O God, forgive; And grant it may
with thee in true peace live!
PRINCE
...

[Enter Lord John of Lancaster
...
Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster
...
Health, peace, and happiness to my royal father!
KING
...
Where is my Lord of Warwick?

PRINCE
...
]
KING
...
‘Tis call’d Jerusalem, my noble lord
...
Laud be to God! even there my life must end
...

[Exeunt
...

SCENE 1
...
Shallow’s house
...
]
SHALLOW
...
What, Davy, I
say!
FALSTAFF
...

SHALLOW
...
Why,
Davy!
[Enter Davy
...
Here, sir
...
Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see, Davy; let me see, Davy; let
me see: yea, marry, William cook, bid him come hither
...


DAVY
...
With red wheat, Davy
...
Yes, sir
...

SHALLOW
...
Sir John, you shall not be excused
...
Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must needs be had: and, sir, do you
mean to stop any of William’s wages, about the sack he lost the other day at
Hinckley fair?
SHALLOW
...
Some pigeons, Davy, a couple of short-legg’d
hens, a joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook
...
Doth the man of war stay all night, sir?
SHALLOW
...
I will use him well: a friend i’ the court is better than a
penny in purse
...

DAVY
...

SHALLOW
...

DAVY
...

SHALLOW
...

DAVY
...
An honest man, sir,
is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not
...

The knave is mine honest friend, sir; therefore, I beseech your worship, let him

be countenanced
...
Go to; I say he shall have no wrong
...

[Exit Davy
...
Give me your
hand, Master Bardolph
...
I am glad to see your worship
...
I thank thee with all my heart, kind Master Bardolph: and welcome,
my tall fellow [to the Page]
...

FALSTAFF
...

[Exit Shallow
...

[Exeunt Bardolph and Page
...
It is a wonderful thing to see the semblable
coherence of his men’s spirits and his: they, by observing of him, do bear
themselves like foolish justices: he, by conversing with them, is turned into a
justice-like serving-man: their spirits are so married in conjunction with the
participation of society that they flock together in consent, like so many wildgeese
...
It is certain that either
wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught, as men take diseases, one of another:
therefore let men take heed of their company
...
O, it is much that a lie with a slight oath and a jest with a sad brow
will do with a fellow that never had the ache in his shoulders! O, you shall see
him laugh till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up!
SHALLOW
...
] Sir John!

FALSTAFF
...

[Exit
...
Westminster
...

[Enter Warwick and the Lord Chief-Justice, meeting
...
How now, my lord chief-justice! whither away?
CHIEF JUSTICE
...
Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended
...
I hope, not dead
...
He ‘s walk’d the way of nature; And to our purposes he lives no
more
...
I would his Majesty had call’d me with him: The service that
I truly did his life Hath left me open to all injuries
...
Indeed I think the young king loves you not
...
I know he doth not, and do arm myself To welcome the
condition of the time, Which cannot look more hideously upon me Than I have
drawn it in my fantasy
...
]
WARWICK
...
O God, I fear all will be overturn’d!
LANCASTER
...

GLOUCESTER & CLARENCE
...


LANCASTER
...

WARWICK
...

LANCASTER
...
Peace be with us, lest we be heavier!
GLOUCESTER
...

LANCASTER
...

CLARENCE
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...
If truth and upright innocency fail me, I’ll to the king
my master that is dead, And tell him who hath sent me after him
...
Here comes the prince
...
]
CHIEF JUSTICE
...
This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, Sits not so easy on me as you
think
...
Yet be
sad, good brothers, For, by my faith, it very well becomes you: Sorrow so
royally in you appears That I will deeply put the fashion on And wear it in my
heart: why then, be sad; But entertain no more of it, good brothers, Than a joint
burden laid upon us all
...


PRINCES
...

KING
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...

KING
...
I then did use the person of your father; The image of his
power lay then in me; And, in the administration of his law, Whiles I was busy
for the commonwealth, Your highness pleased to forget my place, The majesty
and power of law and justice, The image of the king whom I presented, And
struck me in my very seat of judgement; Whereon, as an offender to your father,
I gave bold way to my authority And did commit you
...

Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours; Be now the father and
propose a son, Hear your own dignity so much profaned, See your most dreadful
laws so loosely slighted, Behold yourself so by a son disdain’d; And then
imagine me taking your part And in your power soft silencing your son: After
this cold considerance, sentence me; And, as you are a king, speak in your state
What I have done that misbecame my place, My person, or my liege’s
sovereignty
...
You are right, justice, and you weigh this well; Therefore still bear the
balance and the sword: And I do wish your honours may increase, Till you do
live to see a son of mine Offend you and obey you, as I did
...
” You did commit me: For
which I do commit into your hand The unstained sword that you have used to
bear; With this remembrance, that you use the same With the like bold, just and

impartial spirit As you have done ‘gainst me
...
You shall be as a
father to my youth: My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear, And I will
stoop and humble my intents To your well-practised wise directions
...
The tide of blood in me Hath proudly
flow’d in vanity till now: Now doth it turn and ebb back to the sea, Where it
shall mingle with the state of floods, And flow henceforth in formal majesty
...

Our coronation done, we will accite, As I before remember’d, all our state: And,
God consigning to my good intents, No prince nor peer shall have just cause to
say, God shorten Harry’s happy life one day!
[Exeunt
...
Gloucestershire
...

[Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, Davy, Bardolph, and the Page
...
Nay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour, we will eat a
last year’s pippin of mine own graffing, with a dish of caraways, and so forth:
come, cousin Silence: and then to bed
...
‘Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich
...
Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, Sir John: marry,
good air
...

FALSTAFF
...

SHALLOW
...
Now sit down, now
sit down: come, cousin
...
Ah, sirrah! quoth-a, we shall Do nothing but eat, and make good
cheer,
[Singing
...

FALSTAFF
...

SHALLOW
...

DAVY
...
Master page,
good master page, sit
...

[Exit
...
Be merry, Master Bardolph; and, my little soldier there, be merry
...
Be merry, be merry, my wife has all;
[Singing
...
Be merry, be merry
...
I did not think Master Silence had been a man of this mettle
...
Who, I? I have been merry twice and once ere now
...
]
DAVY
...
[To Bardolph
...
Davy!
DAVY
...
A cup of
wine, sir?

SILENCE
...
]
And drink unto the leman mine; And a merry heart lives long-a
...
Well said, Master Silence
...
An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o’ the night
...
Health and long life to you, Master Silence!
SILENCE
...
]
I’ll pledge you a mile to the bottom
...
Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest anything and wilt not
call, beshrew thy heart
...
I’ll drink to Master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleros about London
...
I hope to see London once ere I die
...
An I might see you there, Davy,—
SHALLOW
...
Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot
...
By God’s liggens, I thank thee: the knave will stick by thee, I can
assure thee that
...

BARDOLPH
...

SHALLOW
...
Lack nothing: be merry
...
]
Look who ‘s at door there, ho! who knocks?

[Exit Davy
...
Why, now you have done me right
...
]
SILENCE
...
]
And dub me knight: Samingo
...
‘Tis so
...
Is’t so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat
...
]
DAVY
...

FALSTAFF
...

[Enter Pistol
...
Sir John, God save you!
FALSTAFF
...
Not the ill wind which blows no man to good
...

SILENCE
...

PISTOL
...

FALSTAFF
...


PISTOL
...

FALSTAFF
...

SILENCE
...
[Singing
...
Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons? And shall good news be
baffled? Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies’ lap
...
Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding
...
Why then, lament therefore
...
Give me pardon, sir: if, sir, you come with news from the court, I
take it there ‘s but two ways, either to utter them, or conceal them
...

PISTOL
...

SHALLOW
...

PISTOL
...
Harry the Fourth
...
A foutre for thine office! Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king;
Harry the Fifth’s the man
...
When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me,
like The bragging Spaniard
...
What, is the old king dead?
PISTOL
...

FALSTAFF
...
Master Robert Shallow, choose
what office thou wilt in the land, ‘tis thine
...

BARDOLPH
...


PISTOL
...

FALSTAFF
...
Master Shallow, my Lord Shallow,—
be what thou wilt; I am fortune’s steward—get on thy boots: we’ll ride all night
...
]
Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal devise something to do thyself good
...
Let us take
any man’s horses; the laws of England are at my commandment
...
Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also! “Where is the life that late I
led?” say they: Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days!
[Exeunt
...
London
...

[Enter Beadles, dragging in Hostess Quickly and Doll Tearsheet
...
No, thou arrant knave; I would to God that I might die, that I might
have thee hanged: thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint
...
The constables have delivered her over to me; and she shall
have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant her: there hath been a man or two lately
killed about her
...
Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie
...

HOSTESS
...
But I pray God the fruit of her womb miscarry!
FIRST BEADLE
...
Come, I charge you both go with me; for the man is dead that

you and Pistol beat amongst you
...
I’ll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I will have you as soundly
swinged for this,—you blue-bottle rogue, you filthy famished correctioner, if
you be not swinged, I’ll forswear half-kirtles
...
Come, come, you she knight-errant, come
...
O God, that right should thus overcome might! Well, of sufferance
comes ease
...
Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice
...
Ay, come, you starved blood-hound
...
Goodman death, goodman bones!
HOSTESS
...
Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal!
FIRST BEADLE
...

[Exeunt
...
A public place near Westminster Abbey
...
]
FIRST GROOM
...

SECOND GROOM
...

FIRST GROOM
...

[Exeunt
...
]

FALSTAFF
...

PISTOL
...
Come here, Pistol; stand behind me
...
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,—
SHALLOW
...

FALSTAFF
...
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,—
SHALLOW
...

FALSTAFF
...

PISTOL
...

SHALLOW
...

PISTOL
...
Thy
Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts, Is in base durance and contagious prison;
Haled thither By most mechanical and dirty hand: Rouse up revenge from ebon
den with fell Alecto’s snake, For Doll is in
...

FALSTAFF
...


[Shouts, within, and the trumpets sound
...
There roar’d the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds
...
]
FALSTAFF
...
The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!
FALSTAFF
...
My lord chief-justice, speak to that vain man
...
Have you your wits? know you what ‘tis you speak?
FALSTAFF
...
I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers; 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
...
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
...
For competence of life I will allow you, That lack of means
enforce you not to evils: And, as we hear you do reform yourselves, We will,
according to your strengths and qualities, Give you advancement
...
Set on
...
]
FALSTAFF
...

SHALLOW
...


FALSTAFF
...
Do not you 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 perceive how, unless you give me your doublet and stuff
me out with straw
...

FALSTAFF
...

SHALLOW
...

FALSTAFF
...

[Re-enter Prince John, the Lord Chief-Justice; Officers with them
...
Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet: Take all his company
along with him
...
My lord, my lord,—
CHIEF JUSTICE
...
Take them away
...
Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta
...
]
LANCASTER
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...

LANCASTER
...

CHIEF JUSTICE
...

LANCASTER
...
Come, will you hence?
[Exeunt
...

Spoken by a Dancer
...
My fear is, your displeasure; my
courtesy, my duty; and my speech, to beg your pardons
...
But to the
urpose, and so to the venture
...
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
...

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
...
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
...
If you be not too much cloy’d 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
...


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