And never live to show the incredulous world But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd, To try with it,-as with an enemy, But if it did infeet my blood with joy, Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride; Did, with the least affection of a welcome, Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence, Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed; That ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my son, By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways, I met this crown; and I myself know well, C Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out; You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me; Which I, with more than with a common pain, K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, to my K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness, and peace, But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown P. Hen. My lord of Warwick! It hath been prophesied to me many years, ACT V. [Exeun!. SCENE I.-Glostershire. A hall in Shallow s house. Enter Shallow, Falstaff, Bardolph, and Page. Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away to-night.- -What, Davy, I say! Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow. Shal. I will not excuse you; you shall not be excused; excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse shall serve; you shall not be excused. -Why, Davy! Davy. Here, sir. Enter Davy. Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy,-let me see, Davy; let me see:-yea, marry, William cook, bid hini come hither.-Sir John, you shall not be excused. Davy. Marry, sir, thus ;-those precepts cannot be served: and, again, sir,-Shall we sow the headland with wheat? Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook;-- Are there no young pigeons? Dary. Yes, sir.Here is now the smith's note, for shoeing, and plough-irons. Shal. Let it be cast, and paid:-Sir John, you shall not be excused. Davy. 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? Shal. He shall answer it:--Some pigeons, Davy; a couple of short-legged hens; a joint of mutton; and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook. Dary. Doth the man of war stay all night, sir? Shal. Yes, Davy. I will use him well; A friend i'the court is better than a penny in purse. Use his men well, Davy; for they are arrant knaves, and will backbite. (6) Purchase, in Shakspeare, frequently means (1) Quality, stolen goods. Spot, dirt. (4) Frights. (5) State of things, (7) Warrants, (3) Accoun.ed up. Davy. No worse than they are back-bitten, sir; for they have marvellous foul linen. Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy busihess, Davy. Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor of Wincot against Clement Perkes of the hill. Ch. Just. I would, his majesty had call'd me with him: The service that I truly did his life, War. Indeed, I think, the young king loves you not. Ch. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arm my. self, Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Visor; that Visor is an arrant knave, on my To welcome the condition of the time; knowledge. Which cannot look more hideously upon me Davy. I grant your worship, that he is a knave, Than I have drawn it in my fantasy. sir: but yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should have some countenance at his friend's request. An Enter Prince John, Prince Humphrey, Clarence, honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when Westmoreland, and others." a knave is not. I have served your worship truly, War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry: sir, this eight years; and if I cannot once or twice O, that the living Harry had the temper in a quarter bear out a knave against an honest Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen! man, I have but a very little credit with your wor- How many nobles then should hold their places, ship. The knave is mine honest friend, sir; therefore, I beseech your worship, let him be countenanced. Shal. Go to; I say, he shall have no wrong. Look about, Davy. [Exit Davy.] Where are you, sir John? Come, off with your boots.-Give me your hand, master Bardolph. That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort! War. We do remember; but our argument P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath made Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier! P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend, indeed: Bard. I am glad to see your worship. Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind master Bardolph-and welcome, my tall fellow. [To the Page.] Come, sir John. [Exit Shallow. Fal. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow. Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt Bardolph and Page.] If I were sawed into quantities, And I dare swear, you borrow not that face I should make four dozen of such bearded hermit's- Of seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own. staves as master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing, P. John. Though no man be assur'd what grace to see the semblable coherence of his men's spirits to find, and his They, by observing him, do bear them-You stand in coldest expectation: selves like foolish justices; he, by conversing with I am the sorrier; 'would, 'twere otherwise. Cla. Well, you must now speak sir John Falstaff fair; participation of society, that they flock together in Which swims against your stream of quality. Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour, If truth and upright innocency fail me, consent, like so many wild geese. If I had a suit, Shal. [Within.] Sir John! Fal. I come, master Shallow; I come, master Shallow. [Exit Falstaff. SCENE II.-Westminster. A room in the palace. Enter Warwick, and the Lord Chief Justice. War. How now, my lord chief justice? whither away? Ch. Just. How doth the king? Enter King Henry V. Ch. Just. Good morrow; and heaven save your King. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, War. Exceeding well; his cares are now all Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares. ended. Ch. Just. I hope, not dead. Yet weep, that Harry's dead; and so will I: (1) A serious face, (2) Full of wrinkles, (3) Emperor of the Turks, died in 1596; his son, who succeeded him, had all his brothers strangled. 1 P. John, &c. We hope no other from your ma-To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out jesty. most; King. You all look strangely on me:-and you [To the Chief Justice. You are, I think, assur'd I love you not. Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly, Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me. King. No! How night a prince of my great hopes forget The image of his power lay then in me: And did commit you. If the deed were ill, King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this well; Therefore still bear the balance, and the sword: So shall I live to speak my father's words;- The unstained sword that you have us'd to bear; And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you ;- For in his tomb lie my affections; And with his spirit sadly I survive, To mock the expectation of the world; Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down SCENE III-Glostershire. The garden of Shallow's house. Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, Bardolph, the Page, and Davy, Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard: where, in an arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of caraways, and so forth; -come, cousin Silence ;-and then to bed. Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich. Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, begDavy; spread, Davy; well said, Davy. gars all, sir John:-marry, good air.-Spread, Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your serving-man, and your husbandman. Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, sir John.-By the mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper:--A good varlet. Now sit down, now sit down:-come, cousin. Sil. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a,-we shall Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, And praise heaven for the merry year; And ever among so merrily. Fal. There's a merry heart!-Good master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon. Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine, Davy. Davy. Sweet sir, sit; [Seating Bardolph and the Page at another table. I'll be with you anon :most sweet sir, sit. -Master page, good master page, sit: proface! What you want in meat, we'll have in drink. But you must bear; The heart's all. [Exit. Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph ;-and my little soldier there, be merry. Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all;" [Singing. For women are shrews, both short and tall: 'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all, And welcome merry shrove-tide. Be merry, be merry, &c. Fal. I did not think, master Silence had been a man of this mettle. Sil. Who, I? I have been merry twice and once Jere now. 430 Fal. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news? SECOND PART OF KING HENRY IV. Davy. Your worship?-I'll be with you straight. [To Bard.]-A cup of wine, sir? Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine, And a merry heart lives long-a. Fal. Well said, master Silence. Sil. And we shall be merry ;-now comes in the sweet of the night. Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence. I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom. A foutra for thine office!Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: If thou wantest any thing, and will not call, beshrew thy heart. Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king; -Welcome, my little tiny thief; [To the Page.] Harry the fifth's the man. I speak the truth: and welcome, indeed, too. I'll drink to master When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London. The bragging Spaniard. Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die. Bard. An I might see you there, Davy. Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, master Bardolph? Fal. What! is the old king dead? Pist. As nail in door: The things I speak are just. Fal. Away, Bardolph; saddle my horse.-Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine.-Pistol, I will double-charge thee with dignities. Bard. O joyful day!--I would not take a knighthood for my fortune. Pist. What? I do bring good news? 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:-0, sweet Pistol:-Away, Bardolph. [Erit Bardolph.]-Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and, withal, devise something, to do thyself good.Boot, boot, master Shallow; I know, the young king is sick for me. Let us take any man's horses; the laws of England are at my commandment. Happy are they which have been my friends; and Sil. Is't so? Why, then say, an old man can do wo to my lord chief justice! somewhat. Pist. A foutra for the world, and worldlings base! (1) Apples commonly called russetines. (4) He who drank a bumper on his knees to the Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also! Where is the life that late I led? say they: [Exeunt. Why, here it is; Welcome these pleasant days. SCENE IV.-London. A street. Enter Beadles, dragging in Hostess Quickly, and Doll Tear Host. No, thou arrant knave; I would I might die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint. 1 Bead. The constables have delivered her over I warrant her: There hath been a man or two to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, lately killed about her. Doll. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; P'll tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged thou hadst better thou hadst struck thy mother, rascal; an the child I now go with, do miscarry, thou paper-faced villain. Host. Q the Lord, that sir John were come! he would make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her womb miscarry! 1 Bead. If it do, you shall have a dozen of charge you both go with me; for the man is dead, cushions" again; you have but eleven now. Come, that you and Pistol beat among you. (5) It should be Domingo; it is part of a song in one of Nashe's plays. (7) To stuff her out to counterfeit pregnancy (6) A term of reproach for a catchpoll. Doll. I'll tell thee what, thou 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 halfkirtles.2 1 Bead. Come, come, you she knight-errant, come. Host. O, that right should thus overcome might! Well; of sufferance comes ease. Doll. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice. Host. Ay; come, you starved blood-hound. Doll. Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal! 1 Bead. Very well. [Exeunt. SCENE V-A public place near Westminster Abbey. Enter two Grooms, strewing rushes. 1 Groom. More rushes, more rushes. 2 Groom. The trumpets have sounded twice. 1 Groom. It will be two o'clock ere they come from the coronation: Despatch, despatch. [Exeunt Grooms. Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph, and the Page. Fal. 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. Pist. God bless thy lungs, good knight, Fal. Come here, Pistol; stand behind me.-O, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. [To Shallow.] But 'tis no matter; this poor show doth better: this doth infer the zeal I had to see him. Shal. It doth so. Fal. It shows my earnestness of affection. Shal. It doth so. Fal. My devotion. Shal. It doth, it doth, it doth. Pist. The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame! Fal. God save thee, my sweet boy! man. Ch. Just. Have you your wits? know you what 'tis you speak? Fal. My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart! King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester ! Give you advancement.-Be it your charge, my lord, To see perform'd the tenor of our word.Set on. [Exeunt King, and his train. Fal. Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound. Shal. Ay, marry, sir John; which I beseech you to let me have home with me. Fal. That can hardly be, master Shallow. Do not you grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private Fal. As it were, to ride day and night; and not to him: look you, he must seem thus to the world. to deliberate, not to remember, not to have pa-Fear not your advancement; I will be the man tience to shift me. yet, that shall make you great. Shal. It is most certain. Shal. I cannot perceive how; unless you give Fal. But to stand stained with travel, and sweat-me your doublet, and stuff me out with straw. I ing with desire to see him thinking of nothing beseech you, good sir John, let me have five hunelse: putting all affairs else in oblivion; as if there dred of my thousand. were nothing else to be done, but to see him. Pist. "Tis semper idem, for absque hoc nihil est: 'Tis all in every part. Shal. 'Tis so, indeed. Pist. My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver, And make thee rage. Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts, By most mechanical and dirty hand: Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto's snake, For Doll is in; Pistol speaks nought but truth. [Shouts within, and the trumpets sound. Pist. There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds. Enter the King and his train, the Chief Justice among them. Fal. God save thy grace, king Hal! my royal Hal! (1) Beadles usually wore a blue livery. Fal. Sir, I will be as good as my word: this that you heard, was but a colour. Shal. A colour, I fear, that you will die in, sir John. Fal. Fear no colours; go with me to dinner. Come, lieutenant Pistol;-come, Bardolph :-I shall be sent for soon at night. Re-enter P. John, the Chief Justice, Officers, &c. Ch. Just. Go, carry sir John Falstaff to the Fleet; Take all his company along with him. Fal. My lord, my lord,- Ch. Just. I cannot now speak: I will hear you |