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Westminster. On the Route to the Abbey.
Enter three GROOMS, strewing rushes.
1st Groom More rushes, more rushes!
2nd Groom The trumpets have sounded twice.
3rd Groom 'Twill be two o'clock ere they come from the coronation.
[Exeunt.
Trumpets Sound.
And the KING and his TRAIN pass over the stage.
After them enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and the PAGE.
Falstaff 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.
Pistol God bless thy lungs, good knight.
Falstaff Come here, Pistol, stand behind me. [To SHALLOW.] O, if I
had had time to have made new liveries, I would have
bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But 'tis no
matter; this poor show doth better; this doth infer the
zeal I had to see him.
Shalow It doth so.
Falstaff It shows my earnestness of affection -
Pistol It doth so.
Falstaff My devotion -
Shallow It doth, it doth, it doth.
Falstaff As it were, to ride day and night, and not to deliberate,
not to remember, not to have patience to shift me -
Shallow It is best, certain.
Falstaff But to stand stained with travel and sweating with desire
to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting all affairs
else in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done
but to see him.
Pistol 'Tis semper idem, for absque hoc nihil est - 'tis all in
every part.
Shallow 'Tis so indeed.
Pistol My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver,
And make thee rage.
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. Pistol speaks nought but truth.
Falstaff I will deliver her.
[Shouts within. The trumpets sound.
Pistol There roared the sea, and trumpet-clangour sounds.
Re-enter the KING and his TRAIN, the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE among them.
Falstaff God save thy grace, King Hal, my royal Hal!
Pistol The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!
Falstaff God save thee, my sweet boy!
King Henry V My Lord Chief Justice, speak to that vain man.
Chief Justice Have you your wits? Know you what 'tis you speak?
Falstaff My king, my Jove, I speak to thee, my heart!
King Henry V I know thee not, old man. Fall to thy prayers.
How ill white hairs becomes a fool and jester!
I have long dreamed of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swelled, so old, and so profane;
But, being awaked, I do despise my dream.
Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace;
Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape
For thee thrice wider than for other men.
Reply not to me with a fool-born jest:
Presume not that I am the thing I was,
For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turned away my former self;
So will I those that kept me company.
When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast,
The tutor and the feeder of my riots.
Till then I banish thee, on pain of death,
As I have done the rest of my misleaders,
Not to come near our person by ten mile.
For competence of life I will allow you,
That lack of means enforce you not to evils;
And as we hear you do reform yourselves,
We will, according to your strengths and qualities,
Give you advancement.
[To CHIEF JUSTICE.] Be it your charge, my lord,
To see performed the tenor of our word.
Set on!
[Exeunt the KING and his TRAIN.
Falstaff Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.
Shallow Yea, marry, Sir John; which I beseech you to let me have
home with me.
Falstaff That can hardly be, Master Shallow. 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.
Shallow I cannot perceive how, unless you give me your doublet and
stuff me out with straw. I beseech you, good Sir John, let
me have five hundred of my thousand.
Falstaff Sir, I will be as good as my word. This that you heard was
but a colour.
Shallow A colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John.
Falstaff Fear no colours. Go with me to dinner. Come, Lieutenant
Pistol; come, Bardolph. I shall be sent for soon at night.
Re-enter the CHIEF JUSTICE and Prince John of LANCASTER, with OFFICERS.
Chief Justice Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet;
Take all his company along with him.
Falstaff My lord, my lord!
Chief Justice I cannot now speak; I will hear you soon.
Take them away.
Pistol Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta.
[Exeunt all but LANCASTER and CHIEF JUSTICE.
Lancaster I like this fair proceeding of the king's.
He hath intent his wonted followers
Shall all be very well provided for,
But all are banished till their conversations
Appear more wise and modest to the world.
Chief Justice And so they are.
Lancaster The king hath called his parliament, my lord.
Chief Justice He hath.
Lancaster I will lay odds that ere this year expire
We bear our civil swords and native fire
As far as France. I heard a bird so sing,
Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.
Come, will you hence?
[Exeunt.
EPILOGUE.
Enter EPILOGUE.
Epilogue First my fear, then my curtsy, last my speech.
My fear is your displeasure; my curtsy, my duty; and my
speech, to beg your pardons. If you look for a good speech
now, you undo me, for what I have to say is of mine own
making; and what indeed I should say will, I doubt, prove
mine own marring. But to the purpose, and so to the
venture. Be it known to you - as it is very well - I was
lately here in the end of a displeasing play, to pray your
patience for it, and to promise you a better. I meant
indeed to pay you with this, which if, like an ill
venture, it come unluckily home, I break, and you, my
gentle creditors, lose. Here I promised you I would be,
and here I commit my body to your mercies. Bate me some,
and I will pay you some, and, as most debtors do, promise
you infinitely. And so I kneel down before you - but
indeed to pray for the queen.
If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will you
command me to use my legs? And yet that were but light
payment, to dance out of your debt. But a good conscience
will make any possible satisfaction, and so would I. All
the gentlewomen here have forgiven me; if the gentlemen
will not, then the gentlemen do not agree with the
gentlewomen, which was never seen before in such an
assembly.
One word more, I beseech you. If you be not too much
cloyed with fat meat, our humble author will continue the
story, with Sir John in it, and make you merry with fair
Katharine of France; where, for anything I know, Falstaff
shall die of a sweat, unless already a' be killed with
your hard opinions; for Oldcastle died martyr, and this is
not the man. My tongue is weary; when my legs are too, I
will bid you good night.
[Exit.