"The days that we have seen!" "Do you remember since we lay all night in the windmill in St. George's field?" "No more of that, Master Shallow." "Ah!" "it was a merry night!" "And is Jane Nightwork alive?" "I think so." "Doth she hold her own well?" "Old." "Old, Master Shallow." "Nay, certain she is old." "She must be old." "She had a child before I came to St. Clement's inn." "Jesu, the days that we have seen!" "Sir John, said I well?" "We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Robert Shallow." "That we have!" "That we have!" "That we have!" "That we have!" "Jesu, the days that we have seen!" ""King Richard ll, was murdered on behalf of the Duke Henry Bollingbroke, say some, at the castle of Pontefract, on 1 4th February, of the year 1 400." "Before his death, the Duke had been crowned." "And Edmund Mortimer, the true heir to the throne, was a prisoner of the Welsh rebels." "The new king was in no hurry to pay for his ransom, and to prove this, Mortimer's cousins, the Percys, set off to Windsor, to see the King." "Northumberland, his son, Henry Percy, surnamed "Hotspur", and Worcester, whose idea, was always to act maliciously, and to plot against them."" "Shall we buy treason?" "My lord..." "No, let him starve." "For I shall never hold that man my friend whose tongue shall ask me to ransom home revolted Mortimer!" "Revolted?" "He never did fall off my lord's liege, but by war." "Till now, I have remain'd cold blooded before these iniquities, but, I tell thee, I shan't remain thus much longer a time." "Our family, my lord, deserves not the harshness of your rage, for thou art support'd, by our greatness and our weapons..." "...to be seated on this throne." "Worcester, leave us, I say!" "For your eyes, speak of plots, resentment and obedience not." "Lord..." "What else?" "Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer, or you shall hear in such a kind from me as will displease you." "Hear me, my lord." "Lord Northumberland, we license you depart with your son." "Speak of Mortimer!" "Zounds I will speak of him, and let my soul..." "...want mercy if I join him not." "Nephew, pray listen to me." "Did King Richard then proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer..." "...heir to the crown?" "He did, myself did hear it." "Nay, then I can not blame his cousin, that wish'd him starve." "Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days, or fill up chronicle in time to come, that men of your nobility and power, did gage them both in an unjust behalf?" "God pardon it!" "To put down Richard, that sweet, lovely rose and plant this thorn, this canker, Bollingbroke." "Say no more." "By heavens, me thinks it were an easy leap to dive into the bottom of the deep, where fathom-line could never touch the ground and pluck up drown'd honour by the locks, than to bear so vile a king!" "Farewell, I'll talk to you when you are better temper'd to attend." "Leave not!" "What can I do if nettled and stung with pismires I get, when I hear of this vile polititian, Bollingbroke?" "In Richard's time, what do ye call the place, where l first bow'd my knee unto this king of smiles, this Bollingbroke?" "When you and he came back from Ravenspurg!" "You say true." "What a candy deal of courtesy this greyhoud then did proffer!" "And, gentle Harry Percy, my kind cousin." "O, the devil take such cozeners." "Say no more, let us be wise." "God forgive me, good uncle, tell your tale, for l have done." "Nay, if you have not, to't again." "l have done already." "Secretly into the bossom creep of that some noble prelate, well..." "...belov'd, the archbishop." "Of York, it's not?" "Good blow against the king!" "And then the power of Scotland and of York to join with Mortimer, ha?" "And so they shall." "Farewell, good brother, no further go in this." "l by letter shall direct you." "We shall thrive, I trust." "One thing I shall do, pursue and fight that Bollingbroke!" "And that some sword-and- buckler Prince of Wales, he, who cares not that his father loves him not." "I'd have him poison'd with a pot of ale." "And Falstaff?" "Fast asleep." "And snorting like a horse." "l have taken his purse." "And what hast thou found?" "Nothing but papers, my lord." "What time of day is it, lad?" "What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day?" "Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes capons, and cocks the tongue of bawds, and dials the sign of leaping houses, and blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta." "I see no reason why thou hast to know the time of day." "Indeed, Hal." "For we that take purses, go by the moon." "Who the devil hast robbed me?" "Hostess!" "Hostess!" "What dost want thou?" "My pocket was picked!" "Why, Sir John, what do you think that I keep thieves in my house?" "Leave!" ", I know thee, even now!" "l know you, Sir John!" "You owe me money, and now you pick a quarrel to belique me of it." "This house's turned bawdy-house." "A bawdy-house sayest thee?" "Yea, and they pick pockets!" "But for having 12 or 1 4 maidens who live honestly, by sewing, thou sayest I own a bawdy-house." "What a world!" "Canst one sleep fearing not for the fate of one's purse?" "Sir John, you owe money here!" "What didst thou lose, Jack?" "'Tis no trifle offence, some' 40." "What sayest thou?" "And a seal ring of my grandfather's, worth 40 mark." "You owe so much money, Jack, you hath forgotten." "1st: a capon, 2s. 2d." "Sauce, 4p." "Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8p." "Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d." "Bread, 0s. 1/2 d." "O monstrous!" "Come, don't burden me with thou ill mood." "I forgive thee." "I'll have some sack!" "God forgive thee for it." "Before I knew thee, I knew nothing, and now am I,... lf a man should speak truly, little better than of the wicked." "I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be, enough." "Swore little, diced not above seven times a week, went to a bawdy-house not above once in a quarter...of an hour." "Company, villanous company hath been the spoil of me." "An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a brower's horse, a church!" "Well, I repent." "Where shall we take a purse?" "Where thou wilt, Ned." "I see a good amendement in thee, from praying to purse-taking." "Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, 'tis no sin for a man to labour in it." "My lads, to-morrow morning, early, at Gadshill, there are pilgrims going to Canterbury, with rich offerings... ..and traders riding to London with fat purses." "Hal, wilt thou make one?" "Who, I rob?" "Not I, by my faith!" "There's neither honesty, manhood nor good fellowship in thee." "Nor thou comest not of the blood royal, if thou darest not..." "...stand for 10 shillings." "lt likes me not to go." "I'll be a traitor, then, when thou art king." "I care not." "My lord, I have a jest to execute, that I cannot do alone." "My dear prince!" "Come, dost brood not over it!" "I'll go with thee." "A booty shalt it be for all!" "Provide us all things necessary." "Farewell, my lord." "Farewell." "Hal when thou art king, let not us be called thieves of the day's beauty, let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade." "Let men say, we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is by the moon, whose countenance we steal." "I know thee well, I wilt join you in thy errands for a while." "I would I be the sun, who lets horrid clouds, hide away its beauty, until he wantest to show it in all its splendour and grandeur, being thus more admired, for it hast taken a longer time to show itself." "If all the year, a holiday it were, pleasure woulst become as tiresome as duty, but as holidays be few, we long for them .." "That day when I fail to live a rash life, to pay a debt that was never mine own, the surprise of them, my subjects wilt be greater, my amendment in life so sudden, that it shalt be all the more admired and reckon'd." "My amendment, after my sins, shalt be more worthy." "But, shall there be gallons in England when thou art king?" "Do not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief." "No, thou shalt." "Thou shalt become a brave hangman." ""The purpose you undertake is dangerous."" "That's certain, 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink...!" "Henry..." "l tell thee, you vile coward out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower safely." "Henry..." ""The purpose is dangerous the friends you hath named uncertain, the time itself unsorted, and all your whole plot too light."" "Say you so, say you so?" "I say unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind!" "By the Lord!" "Our plot is a good plot as ever was laid." "A good plot with true and constant friends." "Goeth you." "Must I leave you, Kate, what a frosty-spirited rogue this is!" "In respect of the love he bears our house, he shows in this." "He loves his own barn better than he loves our house!" "Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff?" "What horse, my lord?" "A roan, a crop-ear, is it not?" "That roan shall be my throne!" "What letters hast thou there?" "From thy father." "Why comes he not himself?" "He's grievous sick." "How has he the leisure to be sick in such a justling time?" "You shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the king, and lay open all proceedings." "Hang him...!" "For what offence have I this fortnight been a banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?" "In thy faint slumbers I, by thee have watch'd and heard thee murmur tales of iron wars, speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;" "Courage, to the field!" "And thou hast talk'd of sallies and retics, of trenches, tents of palisadoes, cannon, culverin, of soldiers slain, ransom and fight." "Yea, fights!" "But hear you, my lord." "My lord!" "What say'st thou, my lady?" "What is it, carries you away?" "Why, my horse, my love." "In faith, I'll know your business!" "But if you go..." "So far a foot, I shall be weary, love." "In faith I'll break thy finger, an if thou wilt not tell me..." "...all things true." "Away, you triffler!" "Love?" "I love thee not." "I care not for thee." "This is no time to kiss, but for bloody noses and crack'd crowns." "Gods me, my horse!" "Do you not love me?" "Do you not, indeed?" "Nay, tell me if you speak in jest, or no." "Come, wilt thou see me ride?" "And when I am o'horseback I'll swear I love thee infinitely!" "I know you wise, but yet no further wise than Harry Percy's wife." "Constant you are, but yet a woman." "And for secrecy no lady closer for l well believe, that thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know, and so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate." "How!" "So far?" "Not an inch further." "Wither I go, thither shall you go too." "Will this content you?" "lt must, of force." "How long it's ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee?" "My...own knee?" "When I was about thy years, I was not an eagle's talon in the waist, a plague of sighing and grief it blows a man up." "Here comes the king's money." "'Tis going to his exchequer." "My friends, the purpose is clear." "Halt!" "You four shall front them." "How many be there of them?" "Some eight or ten." "Zounds, will they not rob us?" "Give me my horse." "To thy tasks." "If they shalt escape your attack, they shalt fall unto our trap." "8 yards of uneven ground is 70 miles a foot with me." "I have removed his horse." "If I travel further, I shall break my wind." "I'll starve, are I'll rob a foot further!" "Whew!" "A plague upon you all!" "Lie down!" "Lie down, close to the ground, and list if thou canst hear the tread of travellers." "Have you any levers to lift me up again?" "They art coming." "I pr'ythee, good prince Hal, help me to my horse, good king's son." "Shall I be your ostler?" "Go hang thyself in thine own heir apparent garters!" "Come on!" "Come, the boy shall lead our horses down the hill; we'll walk a-foot awhile, and ease our legs." "Cut the villains' throats!" "For obtaining of suits?" "Here." "Life hast been made for the young, old fool!" "Come, come." "Come, my masters, let us share." "An the prince and Ned be not two cowards, there's no equity stirring." "There's no more value in that, than in a wild duck." "Your money villains!" "The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with fear!" "Each takes his fellow for an officer." "Falstaff sweats to death, and lards the earth as he walks." "We're not for laughing, I should pity him." "None knowest the faring of mine strayed son, Harry?" "l hath seen him not for months." "My lord." "Did thou read the letters I sent?" "Yes, my lord." "Our kingdom is sick, a serious disease spreads over it." "Percy and Lord art supported by 50,000 men, they say." "Here comes Lord Rham." "Lord Northumberland is sick, but a great army of Englishmen and Scots, follows Henry Percy." "My pride be wounded by envy." "I envy that Lord Northumberland should be the father to so blest a son." "The very straightest plant." "Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, see riot and dishonour stain the brow of my young Harry." "O that it could be prove'd that some night-tripping fairy had exchang'd in craddle-clothes our children, where they lay, then I would have his Harry, and he mine." "Where is the Prince of Wales?" "We know not, my lord." "Pray God they find him soom!" "Ask in London, search the inns they say he visits the taverns, with shady characters, who hidest in alleys to attack some wardens, they pick-pocket our subjects." "My son, who is an affeminate fool, wantest to bet his honour by pervenrting that vile crowd." "Easy victory!" "The virtue of this jest will be the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will tell us." "How 30, at least, he fought with what wards, what blows, what extremities he endured to defeat them all." "A plague of all cowards!" "A plague of all cowards!" "I say, and a vengeance too!" "Give me a cup of sack, boy." "Where hast thou been, Jack?" "A plague of all cowards!" "Go thy ways, old Jack, die when thou wilt." "If manhood be not forgot upon the face of the earth, then I am a shotten herring." "There live not three good men unhanged in England, and one of them is fat and grows old;" "God help the wicked!" "What mutter you, woolsack?" "A king's son!" "If I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all the subjets afore thee like a flock of wild geese, I'll never wear hair on my face any more." "Prince of Wales." "Why, you whoreson round man." "Vile fat man!" "What's the matter?" "Are you not a coward?" "Answer." "And ye call me a coward?" "Ye fat paunch!" "Dost I call thee coward?" "I'll see damned ere I call you coward, but I would give a thousand pound, I could run as fast as thou canst." "What's the matter?" "There be four of us here have ta'en a thousand pound this day?" "A thousand, where is it?" "Where is it, Jack?" "Where?" "Taken from us it is." "A hundred upon poor four of us." "What, a hundred, man?" "If I were not at half-sword with a dozen of them two hours together, I have'scaped by miracle." "I am eight times thrust through the doublet, my buckler cut through, my sword hacked like a hand-saw." "How was it?" "We four set upon some dozen!" "Sixteen at least." "And bound them, we were sharing, 6 or 7 men set upon us." "What, fought ye them all?" "lf l fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish." "If there were not upon poor Jack, then I am no two-legged creature." "Pray God, you have not murdered some of them." "Nay, that's past praying for." "I have peppered two of them, two I am sure I have paid." "Two rogues in buckram suits, if I tell thee a lie, Hal, spit in my face, and call me horse." "I acted a true man." "Four rogues in buckram let drive at me." "What, four?" "Thou saidst but two even now." "Four, Hal, I told thee four." "These four came all a-front." "I made no more ado but took all their seven points in my target..." "...thus!" "Seven?" "Why, there were but four..." "ln buckram suits?" "Ay, in dark buckram suits." "Seven, by these hilts or I am a villain else." "Let him alone, we shall have more anon." "Dost thou hear me, Hal?" "Ay, and mark thee too, Jack." "Do so, for it is worth listening to." "These nine I told thee of,..." "So, two more already." "...began to give me ground, but I came in foot and hand and with a thought,..." "...seven of the eleven..." "I paid." "They are eleven now." "But as the devil would have it three misbegotten knaves in green, came at my back and let drive at me." "For it was so dark, Hal, that..." "...thou couldst not see thy hand." "These lies are like the father that begett'd them." "Why, thou clay-brained guts, thou non patted fool, thou whoreson..." "...obscene, swine..." "What, art thou mad?" "ls not the truth, the truth?" "Why, how couldst thou know this men in green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see?" "Come, tell us your reason." "Come, your reason, Jack." "What, upon compulsion?" "No, were I at the strappado." "I would not tell you on compulsion." "I'll be no longer guilty of this sin, this sanguine coward." "This horse back-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!" "Away you, starveling!" "You elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue!" "O for breathe to utter what is like thee!" "You tailor's yard, you seath, you bow-case, you vile stuck!" "Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again." "We two saw you four set on four; mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down." "Falstaff, you carried your guts away as nimbly and still ran and roared, as ever I heard a bull-calf." "What a slave art thou to hack sword as tho hast done, and say it was in fight." "What trick canst thou now find out..." "...to hide thee, from this shame?" "Jack, what trick hast thou now?" "By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye." "Was it for me to kill the heir apparent?" "Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules, but beware instinct." "The lion will not touch the true prince." "I was a coward on instinct." "l am glad you have the money." "My lord, my prince!" "Marry, my lord, there is a noble man would speak with you." "What's the matter?" "He comes on behalf of thy father." "Give him as much as thee canst, and send him back to my mother." "What manner of man is he?" "An old man." "What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight?" "Shall I give him answer?" "Pr'ythee, do, Ned." "Lock the doors, keep vigil to-day and pray to-morrow, lads, dost you want to enjoy?" "Lets put up a comedy." "A comedy?" "Thou wilt be horribly chid tomorrow when thou comes to thy father, if you love him, practise an answer." "Do thou stand for my father." "Shall I?" "Content." "This chair shall be my state, and this cushion...my crown." "Twas Sir Thomas Gracey." "Bad news, they sayest..." "...that Hotspur of the North..." "Percy." "He that kills me some six or seven dozen Scots at a breakfast and says to his wife." "Fie upon this quiet life!" "I want work." "Couldst anyone more fear'd be though off?" "Doth not thy blood thrill?" "Art thou not horribly afraid?" "Not a whit, i'faith, I lack some of thy instinct." "Give me a cup of sack to make mine eyes look red that it may be thought I have wept, for l must speak in passion." "Harry I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied." "He doth it as like one of these harlotry players as ever I see!" "Quiet, hostess!" "That thou art my son, I have partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion but chiefly a villanous trick of thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip." "Why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at?" "There is a thing, which thou hast often heard of, the pitch, doth defile, so doth the company thou keepest." "And yet, there is a virtuous man whom I have often noted in thy company, I know not his name." "What manner of man...?" "A goodly portly man, and a corpulent, of a cheerful look a pleasing eye and a most noble carriage." "As I think his age, some 50 or 60, and now I remember me, his name is..." "Falstaff." "If that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me, for l see virtue in his looks, him keep with..." "...the rest banish." "Dost thou speak like a king?" "Do thou stand for me, and I'll play my father." "Depose me?" "Well, here I am set." "And here I stand." "Harry, whence come you?" "My noble lord, from Eastcheap." "The complaints I hear of thee are grievous." "They are false. I'll trickle ye for a young prince, i'faith." "There is a devil haunts thee, in the likeness of a fat old man a tun of man is thy companion." "Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that ox that reverend vice, that father ruffian, that vanity in years?" "Wherein is he good?" "But to taste sack and drink it!" "Wherein is he useful?" "But to carve a capon and eat it." "Wherein cunning, but in craft?" "Wherein crafty, but in villany?" "Wherein villanous, but in all things?" "Wherein worthy, but in nothing?" "Whom means Your Grace?" "That villanous abominable misleader of youth." "That old white beard Satan." "My lord, the man I know." "l know thou dost." "But to say I know more harm in him than in myself, is a lie." "That he is old, his white hairs do witness it." "But that he is, saving your reverence, an old Satan, that, I utterly deny!" "If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked!" "If to be old and merry, be a sin, then many I know is damned." "If to be fat, to be hated, many a monk shalt be burnt." "No, my lord, banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins, but for sweet Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff,..." "And therefore more valiant Jack Falstaff, being as he is old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company." "Banish plump Jack..." "and banish all the world!" "I do." "I will" "O, my lord, my lord!" "What's the matter?" "The sheriff and all the watch are come to search the house." "Out, you rogue!" "I have much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff." "Go hide." "Now, my masters, for a true face and good conscience." "Both which I have had, but their date is out, and so I hide me." "What is your will with me, master sheriff?" "First, pardon me, my lord." "A hue and cry hath followed men here." "What men?" "One of them is well known a gross fat man." "As fat as butter!" "The man, I do assure you, is not here, let me entreat you leave." "I will, my lord." "There are two gentlemen have in this robbery lost 300 mark." "If he have robb'd these men, he shall be answerable." "Farewell." "Good-night, my lord." "I'll to the court in the morning, we must all to the wars." "Good-night, my noble lord." "I think it is good-morrow, is it not?" "Indeed, my lord." "We shall have to fight, ha?" "Hostess, make ready breakfast." "You owe me money, Sir John!" "l lent thee some 23 pound." "Go, you thing, go." "Say, what thing?" "I am an honest man's wife and setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to call me so." "Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say other." "Say, what beast, thou knave?" "What beast?" "Why, an otter." "An otter, sir John?" "Why an otter?" "Neither fish nor flesh, a man not knows where to have' her." "Thou know what thou sayest!" "Thou, or any man knows where to have me." "Thou knave, thou!" "Thou sayest true, he slanders thee most grossly." "So he doth you, my lord." "And said this other day that you ought him 1 ,000 pound." "Do I owe you 1 ,000 pound?" "A million pound, a million." "Thy love is worth a million." "Thou owest me thy love." "My sweet Jack, I must still be good angel to thee." "My lord, he'd call you an ass and a crafty,..." "...he would cudgel you." "Did you?" "As thou art man, I dare, but as thou art prince, I fear thee, as I fear the lion's whelp." "Why not as the lion?" "The king is to be feared thus." "Dost thou think I'll fear thee as I fear thy father?" "The money is paid back again." "O, I do not like that paying back: 'tis a double labour." "Whoreson!" "Thou tender sucking pig, hungry bear!" "Come, let's be friends, Jack." "Thou shalt go to wars, and who knowest we shalt meet again." "Who carest?" "Farewell, fat Jack." "Farewell, winter rose!" "Percy, Northumberland, the archbishop of York, Douglas, Mortimer, capitulate against us." "But, wherefore do I tell thee of my foes, which are my near'st and dear'st enemy?" "To fight against me under Percy's pay, to dog his heels, and court'sy at his frowns, to show how much thou art degenerate." "Lords, give us leave." "The Prince of Wales and I must have some conference." "I know not whether God will have it so for some displeasing service I have done, that is his secret doom, out of my blood, He'll breed a scourge for me." "Tell me else, could such inordinate and low desires, such poor, such bare, rude society, accompany..." "...the greatness of thy blood?" "l beg Your Majesty..." "Hath faulty wander'd and irregular so common-hackney'd in the eyes of men's opinion, that did help me to the crown, I should be deposed." "None lovest a king who goest with shallow jesters, mingled his royalty with carping fools." "He was but the cuckoo is in June, heard, not regarded, seen but with such eyes, as sick and blunted with when it shines seldom in admiring eyes." "And that line, stand'st thou." "For thou hast lost thy princely privilege with vile participation." "Not an eye but is a-weary of thy common sight." "Save mine, which hath desire'd to see thee more." "I shall hereafter, my thrice- gracious lord, be more myself." "As thou art to this hour, was Richard then, when I from France set foot at Ravenspurg, and even as I was then is Percy now!" "Now, by my sceptre, and my soul to boot, he hath more worthy interest to the State than thou." "Do not think so." "I will redeem all this on Percy's head, and in the closing of some glorious day, be bold to tell you that I am your son." "And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights, that this same child of honour and renown, this gallant Hotspur and your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet." "I shall make this northern youth exchange his glorious deeds for my indignities, this is the name of God, I vow here." "The Earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day three days aft, thou shall set forward." "Damn!" "Damn you, woolsack!" "We must war together, why use daggers against eachother?" "Thou vipers, thou!" "I am Pistol, if thou darest load me, I'll shoot." "Pay the 8s. I won from thou playing bowls." "He who payset is a vile slave." "Swine!" "Who is it who flees?" "Falstaff, Your Highness." "The one involved in the theft?" "O, my lord, the Judge." "I heard thou was sick I would you have come out under doctor's orders." "Thy youth is not over yet, but thou art old, and thou canst feel the action of time on thyself, pray, take care of thyself." "Westmoreland, my lord!" "I thought thou had been at Shrewsbury." "'This time for us both to be there." "What, is the king encamped?" "He is, and I fear we shall stay too long." "Sir John, I did never see such pitiful rascals." "Methinks they are poor - bare." "If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused gurnet." "I have misused the king's press damnably, they have bought out their services and now my whole change consists of revolted tapsters and ostlers tradefallen, cankers of a calm world and long peace." "Falstaff, we must leave." "The king looks for us all." "Cometh you with the Prince?" "You follow him from here to..." "...there, hence an evil spirit." "You hast perverted the prince." "He did so to me." "You lead a vile life." "Thy means are slender, and thy waste is great." "I would it be otherwise!" "My means greater, but my waist not." "The white hairs on thy face, should maketh thou..." ".." "learn the graveness." "The fat... the fat." "You, that are old consider not the capacities of us thou measure thy ardousness against the roughness of thy skin." "Dost thou think thyself young?" "All in thou art old." "Have you not a moist eye?" "A dry hand?" "A yellow cheek?" "A white beard?" "A decreasing leg?" "A broken voice when tired?" "And thy faculties ruin'd through old age?" "Even so, thou call thyself young?" "l was born at three in the afternoon carrying a white head, a round belly, the voice I lost in singing and hollaing." "Sir John, you must recruit more soldiers in other counties..." "...we must leave at once!" "Set forth!" "Pray be humble, and pray God to protect thy men." "Will you give me 1 ,000 pound for my men?" "Lay out, lay out." "Fare you well." "My lord..." "Not one pence." "Bardolph, give me a cop os sack." "Will you give me money?" "Pray God he giveth a good ally to the prince!" "Pray Heavens above he giveth the ally a good prince." "What news?" "The Earl of Westmoreland strong, is marching hitherwards with Prince John." "No harm, what more?" "The king himself is set forth." "He shall be welcome too!" "Where is his son, the nimble- footed madcap Prince of Wales, and his comrades, that daff'd the world aside and bid it pass?" "All furnish'd, all in arms." "By the lord, cousin, wait for help!" "Gentlemen, life is always short but, if lived cowardly, it would prove far too long even if it lasted one hour." "If we dost live, it is to tread on king's heads." "If we are to die, it shall be beautiful, if we die with princes." "Justice Shallow?" "l am, a poor knight from this same county, and one of the king's peace justices." "My captain sends regards." "My captain, Sir John Falstaff a handsome knightand a brave captain." "Welcome, sir." "Davy?" "I thinkest..." "Soldiers art coming..." "Take good care of them, for they art but axes knives." "Let them use them on themselves, for they come looking shaby." "Why, Davy, how funny!" "O, sir,!" "Go away!" "Give me your hand, highness." "Welcome, sir John." "Master Robert Shallow I am glad to see thou again." "Thy house is beautiful." "You shall see mine orchard we'll eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing." "With a dish of carraways." "Have you provided me here half a dozen sufficient men?" "Marry, have we, sir." "Let's see." "Where's the roll?" "Davy!" "Robert Shallow... I do remember him at Clement's, like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring." "When he was naked, he was like a forked radish, he was the very genious of famine, yet lecherous as a monkey." "And now, this Vice's dagger, become a squire, and now has he land and beeves." "I will be acquainted with him." "A friend i'the court is better than a penny in purse, take care." "Let me see!" "Let them appear as I call." "Master Surecard, as I think?" "Er..." "Silence!" "Sir John, it is my cousin Silence in comission with me." "Good Master Silence, it well befits you'd be of the peace." "The very same, Sir John." "Your Highness,... I would break Skogan's head at school when a child!" "And the very same day, I'd hit a Sampson Stockfish, a fruiterer, behind Gray's inn." "Jesu, the mad days I have spent!" "Master Silence, let's see those men, Master Silence." "Name them in order, cousin." "Quick!" "Mouldy." "Mouldy?" "Yes, my lord." "It is time you were spent." "Mouldy!" "Things that are mouldy, lack use." "Prick him." "You need not to have pricked me, my old dame'll be undone now for one to do the drudgery." "Prick him." "Prick him!" "Thomas Wart." "Here, sir." "There are other men fitter." "Stand aside, Mouldy." "ls Wart good enough, sir?" "His apparel is built upon his..." "...back, prick him no more." "Then, Simon Shadow." "Shadow?" "Shadow will serve good for summer." "You can do it, sir!" "Prick him." "Let's see another." "Francis Feeble, cousin!" "What trade art thou, Feeble?" "A woman's tailor, sir." "Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemy's battle as thou..." "..hast done in a woman's robe?" "l'll do my good, but no more." "Well said!" "Well said, courageous Feeble!" "Thou wilt be as valiant as a magnanimous mouse!" "Prick the woman's tailor, Master Silence." "Prick him, Master Silence." "Who is next?" "Peter Bullcalf of the Green!" "O lord, my lord captain." "Dost thou roar before thou art pricked?" "O, lord, sir!" "I'm a diseased man." "What disease has thou?" "A cough, sir, which I caught with ringing in the king's affairs upon his coronation day." "We will have away thy cold, and thy friends shall ring for thee." "Prick him." "ls here all?" "Here's more than your number." "Good master corporal Captain..." "Go to, stand aside." "I had as lief be hanged, as go to war." "Sir captain..." "Here is four French crowns." "Stand aside." "You shall have 40, sir." "For my old dame's sake, she has..." "...nobody when I am gone." "Go to, stand aside." "Let it go which way it will." "Sir, I have three pound to free Mouldy and Bullcalf." "Mouldy, stay at home till you are past service." "Bullcalf, grow till you come unto it." "But they are your likeliest men." "Will you tell me how to choose?" "Wart, he shall charge you and discharge you with the motion of a pewterer's hammer, and this half-faced fellow, he presents no mark to the enemy and for a retreat, how swiftly will this Feeble, the woman's tailor, run off." "O, give me the spare men, and spare me the great one Fare you well." "Sir John, Heaven bless you." "Fare you well." "Bardolph, get new sticks." "There are none." "Give the soldiers clothes." "Heaven bless you, Sir John!" "And prosper your affairs!" "And send us peace!" "How now, Worcester!" "'Tis not well that you and I should meet upon such terms, you have deceiv'd our trust and made us doff our easy robes of peace, to crush our old limbs in ungentle steel;" "this is not well, my lord." "My liege, I do protest, I have not sought the day of this dislike." "How comes it, then?" "Rebellion lay in his way,..." "...and he found it." "Peace, chewet, peace." "Tell your nephew, the Prince of Wales, doth join with all the world in praise of Henry Percy, I do not think a braver gentleman, more bold and daring." "I say it to my shame. I have a truant been to chivalry." "Yet, this before my father's majesty, I am content that he shall take the odds of his great name and will, to save the blood of more Englishmen." "We love our people well, even those that are misled upon us and will they take the offer of our grace, every man shall be my friend again, and I'll his." "We offer fair." "Take it advisely." "It will not be accepted, on my life." "God befriend us, as our case is just." "Pray Harry hears not the king's offer." "What sayest to thee?" "There is no seeming mercy in the king." "He calls us rebels, traitors, and will scourge." "Arms, gentlemen; to arms!" "Soldiers, comrades, every leader to his charge." "I aswear to thee I shall stain this sword with the best blood!" "The Prince of Wales said before the king, he would defy you..." "...you in battle." "lf it were to befall upon the Prince of Wales and myself, I would be ready to even die." "l would I could sleep now." "Why, thou owest God a death." "'Tis not due yet;" "I would be lothe to pay Him before his day." "What need I be so forward with Him that calls not on me?" "But that matters not, for honour pricks me." "But how if honour prick me off when I come on?" "How then?" "Can honour set-to an arm, or take away the grief of a wound?" "Hath it no skill in surgery?" "What is honour?" "Air, only air." "Who hath it?" "He that died on Wednesday, doth he feel it?" "No." "is it insensible, then?" "Yea, to the dead, but will it not live with the living?" "No." "Detraction will not suffer it, therefore I'll none of it." "Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so end my catechism." "Come, let me taste my horse, against the Prince of Wales!" "Harry to Harry shall, not horse to horse, meet, and ne'er part till one drop down a corse." "What stand'st thou idle here?" "Give me leave to breathe awhile." "The Great Turk never did such deeds in arms as I have done..." "...this day, I have paid Percy." "indeed, and living to kill thee." "If I mistake not, thou art Harry." "Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name." "My name is Harry Percy." "One England can not brook' a double reign, of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales." "Nor shall it, for the hour is come to end the one of us." "Well said, Hal!" "To it, Hal!" "Go on, boy!" "It will be not easy, Percy!" "Harry, thou hast robb'd me of youth." "I better brook the loss of brittle life, than those proud titles thou hast won of me." "They wound my thought worse than thy sword my flesh, but thought's the slave of life and life, time's fool, and time must have a stop." "O, I could prophesy but that the earthly and cold hand of death lies on my tongue." "Percy thou are dust, and food for for worms, brave Percy." "Fare thee well, great heart." "iii weav'd ambition when that this body did contain a spirit, a kingdom for it was too small a bound, but now two paces of heaven, is room enough." "This earth bears not alive so stout a gentleman." "Adieu!" "What old acquaintance." "Could not all this flesh keep in a little life?" "Farewell, poor Jack. I could have better spar'd a better man." "Embowell'd will I see thee by and by." "Embowell'd?" "If thou embowell me to-day, powder and eat me later." "I hath to pretend to be dead." "The better part of value is discretion." "In the which better part I have saved my life." "Lord, why tis brave Percy!" "I'll swear I did it." "The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours." "'Tis the ending that awaits for every rebel." "lll-spirited Worcester, did we not send grace, pardon and terms of love to all of you?" "l've done,as my safety urg'd." "Bear him to the death." "Other offenders we will pause on." "Brother, let's go to the hill to see who cometh." "There is Percy." "If your father will do me any honour, so, if not, let him kill the next Percy himself." "Why, Percy I killed myself and saw thee dead." "Lord, how this world is given to lying!" "I was down and out of breath, and so was he; but we rose at an instant, and fought a long hour." "I shall not be any less than an Earl or Duke." "Father!" "Another glorious day such as this and we will and rebellion in our kingdom." "Falstaff, thou shall go with prince John of Lancaster..." "...against Nothumberland." "No dangerous project can keep me away." "I will not be here forever, but these tricks from England I findst tiring." "Falstaff, the king will have thee part from Harry." "Nay, I owest to thy wit." "Prince of Lancaster!" "This young sober-blooded boy doth not love me, nor a man cannot make him laugh." "But there's not marvel, he drinks no wine." "There's never any of these demure boys come to any proof." "The drink doth so over-cool their blood, that they are generally fools and cowards, which come of us would be too, but for inflammation." "A good sherris-sack that a twofold operation, it ascendens me into the brain, dries me then all the foolish and dull vapours wich environ it, makes it quick, full of nimble, fiery and delectable shapes, which deliver'd to the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit." "The other property of your excellent sherris is the warmth." "The blood warms up, and makes it course from inside." "Hereof comes it that prince Hal is valiant." "For the cold blood he inherited of his father he manured and water'd with endeavour of drinking good fertile sherris that he is become very hot and valiant." "If I had a thousand sons I would teach them to quit any thin drink and to addict themselves to sack." ""The reing of king Henry Iv, wast from the beginning by rebellion, but it the year or Our Lord 1 408, the last of his enemies hath been defeated." "That year, the king spent Christmastime in London, but his health was undermined through sickness."" "Many good-morrows your majesty." "ls it good-morrows, lords?" "'Tis one o'clock and past." "Why, then good-morrows, my lords." "Where is the Prince of Wales?" "Where is he?" "is not his brother John of Lancaster, with him?" "No, my good lord, he is here." "Thou must sleep, my lord, thou hath been sick for fifteen days, it shall wreck thy health." "What would my lord?" "Thou should at Windsor..." "...with thy brother." "He dines in on London." "And how accompanied?" "With Poins and other his continual followers." "Most subjet is the fattest soil to weeds." "And he, the noble image of my youth, is overspread with them." "My grief streches itself beyond the hour of death." "The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, in froms imaginary, the unguided days and rotten times that you shall look upon when I'm sleeping with my ancestors." "My good lord, you look beyond him quite." "The prince will, in time, cast off his followers." "'Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her comb." "Enter not, he hath a fit." "He cannot long hold art these pangs." "The incessant labour of his mind hath worn out the shell that contains life." "The crown." "Give me the crown." "Set it upon my pillow." "Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends." "Unless some dull and favourable hand will whisper music to my weary spirit." "Call for the music in the other room!" "I fear the people.... ...for, it hast seen montruos deliveries from Nature." "Seasons hast changed their weather, as if the year would have leaped some months." "The river hardly hath any water running, and the old wise man, he who speak'st of past times, says the same happened but once before, when' the great king Edward was sick, close to death." "How many of my poorest subjects are at this hour asleep?" "O, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse how I have frighted thee, that thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, and steep my senses in forgetfulness?" "Why, rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, upon' uneasy pallets stretching thee, and hush'd with buzzing night flies to thy slumber, than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, under canopies of costly state, and lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody?" "O, thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile in loathsome beds, and leav'st the kingly couch a watch-case or a common larum bell?" "Wilt thou upon the high mast seal up the ship-boy's eyes and rock his brains in cradle of the rure imperious surge and in the visitation of the winds, who take the billows by the top, hanging them with deafening clamour in the slippery shrouds, that with the hurly, death itself awakes?" "Canst thou, o partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, deny it to a king?" "Then, happy low." "Lie down, uneasy lies the head that wears a crown." "Before God, I am exceeding weary." "is it come to that?" "I had thought weariness durst not have attacked one of..." "...so high blood." "lt does me, thou it discolours the complexion of my greatness." "God save your grace." "And yours, most noble Bardolph." "And how doth thy master?" "ln bodily health." ""Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of the king, nearest his father, Harry, Prince of Wales, greeting." "Be not too familiar with..." The ass takest too many a liberty." "" Be not too familiar with Poins, for he misuses thy favours, so much that he swears thou art to marry his sister Nell." "My lord, I'll make him eat it!" "Repent at idle times as thou mayest, and so farewell." "Thine, by yea and no, as thou usest him, Jack Falstaff with friends, John with siblings, and Sir John with all Europe." ls he in London?" "Yes, my lord, with Mrs. Doll." "Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper?" "You boy, Bardolph, no word to your master that I am to London." "There's for your silence." "l have no tongue, sir." "For mine, sir, I'll govern it." "Doth it now show vilely in me to desire small beer?" "How many young princes would do as thy, their fathers being so sick as yours at this time?" "Let the devil carry me away if I listen to thy to-morrow!" "Do you use me thus, must I marry your sister, Nelly?" "God send the wench have no worse fate." "But I never said so." "Come, Ned." "l'll be thy shadow." "I follow thy, my lord." "Lord!" "My heart bleeds inwardly that my father is so sick." "Sir John, thou art so fat, that I dare say thou wilt last not." "There you are!" "Around, I mighst be..." "Two yards, or more." "Round the waist, about the same." "I speak not of plentyfulness, but of sorrows." "I shall have to sack some of mine." "There art no other way." "I shall take Bardolph, he shall pour for me." "That be a pleasant task." "Lads, I am left penniless." "Doll,... ls that all the comfort you give me?" "Who knock'st on the door thus?" "You muddy raskal!" "You make fat raskals." "I make them not, gluttony and diseases make them." "If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to the diseases." "Those we catch of you." "To come of the breach with his pike bent bravely, to venture upon the charged chamber bravely..." "Hang yourself, you muddy conger!" "You two never meet, but you fall to some discord." "You art both as gouty as dry toasts." "You have drunk too much Canaries, good wine." "How art thou?" "Better than before." "Well said." "Thy goodness, shines as gold." "What the good year, one must bear, and that must be you." "Sir, Pistol would speak with you." "Pistol?" "It is the foul-mouth'dst rogue in England!" "Hang him, swaggering raskal!" "Swagger?" "Empty the chamberpot." "lf he swagger, let him not in." "He art no swagger." "A tame cheater, you may stroke him as a puppy greyhound." "Pistol!" "God save you, Sir John." "I charge you with a cup of sack, do you discharge upon..." "...my hostess." "l will, with two bullets." "She is pistol-proof, you shall hardly offend her." "Then to you, Mrs. Dorothy, I will charge you." "Charge me?" "You scurvy raskal?" "My sword, Bardolph." "I'll thrust my knife as you play the savoy cuttle with me." "I'll murder your ruff for this." "Pistol, I would not have go off." "Nay, not here, good captain." "Captain?" "Come dawn, captain." "Captain for what?" "For tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy?" "Shall packhorses of Asia, compare with Caessars, and with Cannibals, and Trojan Greeks?" "Canst thou hear me?" "You raskal!" "Untwine the Sisters Three!" "Are you not hurt in the groin?" "Me thought he made a shrewd thrust at your belly." "The raskal!" "You sweet little rogue." "You huge raskal...!" "Thou whoreson little boar-pig..." "O love, how thou sweatest!" "The raskal fled as if mercury." "Let me wipe thy face." "Come on, you chops..." "O, rogue, i'faith I love thee." "l shall have him killed!" "Make it an order if thou lovest me, and I shall be gratefull between my bedsheets." "The music is come, sir." "Let them play!" "Let them play!" "What wilt thou have?" "I shall receive money on Monday." "Thou shalt have a cap to-morrow." "Come, sing a merry song and make me gay!" "Thou wilt forget me when I am gone." "Thou wilt set me a weeping an thou sayest so." "Kiss me, Doll." "is it not strange that desire should so outlive performance?" "Thou dost give flattering busses." "I kiss thee with a most constant heart." "I am old." "I am old." "I love thee better than I love e'er a young boy." "An the Prince...?" "What humour is the prince of?" "Yes." "A good shallow young fellow." "Didst thou cut an ear off?" "And Poins, he a good wit?" "Poins, a wit?" "Let us beat him before his whore?" "Poins and the prince are such another." "A bastard son of the king's!" "And art thou not Poins, his brother?" "My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge." "How, you fat fool!" "Stuffed pork!" "No abuse, Hal." "Thou globe of sinful continents." "Thou art the most pleasant and raskal of a prince." "How vilely did you speak of me even now before this..." "...honest gentlewoman?" "l did not think thou wast here." "And you knew me, as you did when you ran away by Gadshill." "You spoke it on purpose to try my patience." "I dispraised thee before the wicked, that they might not fall in love with thee, and thy father is to thank me for it." "And now, whether fear or cowardice, thou wrong this lady." "ls Doll of the wicked?" "ls thine hostess?" "Or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his nose?" "The fiend hath picked down Bardolph." "For the women, one of them, she is in hell already, and burns, poor soul." "The other, I owe money to, if she be damned for that, I know not." "By the way, have I not shrunk considerably?" "My skin hangs off as that of an old woman's." "Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor of my water?" "He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy water, but for the party that owned it, he might have many diseases." "Men take a pride to gird at me;" "the brain of this foolish old' is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent or is invented on me." "I am not only witty in myself, but the cause wit is in others." "I feel guilty of using up such precious time." "I tell thee, my heart bleeds inwardly that my father is sick." "Shall I tell thee one thing?" "Yes, and let it be witty." "It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine." "Go to I stand the push of your one thing that you will tell." "I could tell to thee, as to one it pleased me to call my friend I could be sad." "Sad indeed." "Very hardly upon such a subject." "That think'st me as far in the devil's book as thou and I?" "An old lord at the Counsel, told me off the other day, thruogh thee, but I listened not to him." "But he wast right." "And on the street, too." "Wisdom is shouting on the..." "...streets, but nobody listens." "Thou speak'st the truth, wisdom, as ignorance, get thee as a disease would." "Ned." "Yes, my lord?" "Let men feel untrustworthy in thy company." "What wouldst thou think of me if I should weep?" "I would think thee a most princely hypocrite." "I have forsworn his company hourly, any time this twenty-two year." "They all believe me a hypocrit." "Yet I'm bewitched with him." "If the raskal have not given me medicines to make me love him..." "..." "I'll be hanged." "Thou shall understand it later." "It could not be else, I have drunk medicines." "My lord!" "Dost sack induce gout, or gout induce pus, for one and the other have my foot in flames!" "All the better if I am to be a limp, I have fought for the king ha, lads?" "For then my pension would be more adecuate." "Wit seeks its own benefit, I shall take advantage of this case." "Good night, Falstaff!" "Now, when the sweetes mouthful of the night is about to reach me, I must part without it." "Lad, let's go to Gloucester, to see Master Robert Shallow, the knight." "He stands held firmly between my fingers." "I shall soon muzzle him." "When wilt thou stop'st the fighting in the day, and the feasting all the night, and come to peace with the heavens?" "Quiet, Doll, dost speak not to me as to a skull, remind me not of my last hour." "Farewell, Dora." "Well, sweet Jack." "Farewell." "Have a care of thyself." "Who saw the Duke of Lancaster?" "l am here, brother." "Full of heaviness." "Rain within doors, and none abroad?" "How doth the king?" "Exceedinly ill." "Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow?" "She is a restless bedfellow." "O majesty thou art like a rich armour worn in the heat of the day, that scalds with safety." "My father, my lord!" "Good king." "This is a sleep that from this golden rigol hath divorc'd so many English kings." "Thy due from me is tears." "And heavy sorrows of the blood, which nature, love and' filial tenderness, shall pay thee plenteously." "My due from thee is this imperial crown, which which God shall guard." "And put the world's whole strength into one giant arm, it shall not force this lineal honour from me." "Cousin Silenec, that thou hadst seen that that this knight have seen, said I well, sir?" "We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow." "That we have, that we have." "In faith, sir John, we have." "O, Jesu, Jesu, the days that we have seen." "And to see how many of my old acquaintance are dead!" "We shall all follow..." "Very true, as the Psalmist saith, 'tis certain to all." "All shall die." "How a good yoke of bullocks at the fair?" "A yoke of...?" "is old Tom, of your town living yet?" "De..." "Dead?" "Jesu, Jesu, dead." "He drew a good bow." "Jesu, and dead?" "John of Gaunt loved him well and betted much money on him." "Dead." "Dead." "Hast thou seen a good score of ewes?" "Ewes or..." "So Ton is dead?" "Dead." "My lords!" "Lancaster, Westmoreland!" "What dost thou want from us?" "Why did you leave me alone?" "My brother was here." "The Prince of Wales?" "ls he not here?" "He undertook to watch for you." "Where is the crown?" "Who took it from my pillow?" "Canst thou forebear me half an hour?" "Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself, and bid the merry bells ring to thine ear, that I am dead, that thou crown'd." "Pluck down my officers." "Break my decrees." "For a time is come to mock at form." "Harry V is crown'd!" "Up vanity, down the royal state." "And to the English court assemble now, from every region, apes of idleness." "Counties, purge you of your scum, have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, revel the night and commit the oldest sins the newest of ways?" "Be happy, he'll trouble thee not." "For war shall give him office, honour, might, for Harry V from curb'd license plucks and the wild dog shall flesh his tooth in every innocent." "l never thought to hear you." "Thy wish wast granted." "I stay too long by thee, I weary thee." "O, pardon me, my liege." "I canst see why thou hast taken the crown." "God witness me, when I came in, and found no breath within thee, how cold struck my heart. I thought thee dead." "Accusing it, I put it on my head to try with it,..." ""lt hadst before my face murder'd my father." "Your gold is, not beautiful, but hateful." "Another of lower karrat is more beautiful, but thou though finer, devour all those you take!"" "Thus it was, my liege, accusing the crown I put it on my head, to try with it as with an enemy that had murdered my father." "The quarrel of a true inheritor." "O, my son!" "God put it in thy mind to take it hence, that thou mightst win the more thy father's love, pleading so wisely in excuse for it." "Hear, I think, the very latest counsel that ever I shall breathe." "God knows, by what by-paths and crook'd ways I met this crown, for all my reign hath been but a scene, acting that argument, and now my death changes the mode." "For what in me was purchas'd, falls upon thee in a more fairer sort, yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do, thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green." "And all my friends, which thou must make thy friends, have their stings and teeth newly out." "And by whose power I well might lodge a fear, to be again displac'd." "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." "I am weak, and my lungs are wasted so, that strength of speech is utterly denied me." "O, God forgive me how I came to the crown, and grant it may with thee in true peace..." "How art the king?" "He no longer lives." "God save the king!" "God save the king!" "Thou look upon me in a strange manner." "I shall turn those weeping tears into happy hours." "We'd expect no less from thee." "Within myself, the wave of blood hath been but utter vanity." "Now, it returns and flows towards the sea, where it shall mingle with others, and thus, flow again with majestic calm." "Call for Parliament!" "I was once of St. Clements-inn, where l think they will talk of mad Shallow, yet." "You were called lusty Shallow!" "I was called anything and I would have done anything too." "Then was Jack Falstaff, now sir John, a boy, and loyal page to the Duke of Norfolk." "Ha, sir John?" "l have drunk a lot to-night." "l shall be merry." "We shall be merry and now comes the sweet of the night." "Hey, lad!" "O, Jesu, Jesu, the days that we have seen!" "O, Lord, how we old men like this vice of telling lies." "This foolish justice, boasts he hath been a sinner in his youth, but, i'faith, of every three words, one is lie." "Sir John!" "l am coming, Master Shallow!" "I am coming." "I shall get so much out of this Shallow, that prince Harry wilt hath to laugh for some two or three years." "Thou shall see." "Thou shall see." "An it please your worship, there is one Pistol come from the court with news." "From the court?" "Sir John, I am thy Pistol, thy friend." "And helter-skelter have I rode to thee, with lucky joys and golden times." "And happy news of price." "Pistol, what is thy news?" "A foutra for the world and worldlings, I speak of joys." "Thou art one of the great persons of the kingdom!" "Give me pardon, sir, if you come with news from the court, I am under the king in authority." "Under which king, bezonian." "Speak or die!" "Under King Harry." "Harry iv, or V?" "Harry the fourth." "A foutra for thy office!" "Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king." "Harry V is the man." "is the old king..." "...dead?" "As nail in door." "Away!" "Saddle my horse, the young King would see me!" "Master Shallow, choose what office thou wilt, 'tis thine." "Pistol, I will double thy dignities Good Silence, my lord Silence, I am a fortune's steward." "Come, Pistol, utter more to me, and withal, devise something to do thyself good." "Let us take any horses, the laws of England are at my command." "Happy are they which have been my friends!" "And woe unto my Chief-Justice!" "God bless thy lungs, sir." "Waves are roaring, trumpets are sounding!" "Stand by me, Master Shallow, I shall have the king note thee." "I shall wink my eye at him, and thou shall see his face." "If I hath had the time, I would have taken him presents with the 1 ,000 pounds thou lent me." "But, fret not, to go wrong is worse." "l shall show my haste." "Yes, do." "He shall see my warmth." "So he shall." "My devotion." "That is right." "Riding night and day, not thinking of what suit to wear only wanting to reach there, may it be dirty, thirsty, sweaty, with not a moment to rest, for it shall not be necesary to sleep well, my only task is to get to him." "God save thy, little one!" "Dost thou know not who thou speak'st to?" "My king, my little one!" "I speak'st to thy." "Old man, I do not know thee, kneel down." "Nay, never a white beard has become a clown." "For a long time, I have dreamt with one, so bloated through orgy, so old and so profane." "But once awake, I have discharged mine dream." "From this day, reduce thy body, and widen thy virtue, quit gluttony, the grave is about open for thy, as three times the bigger as for any other man." "If you would answer with some foolish remarks, think first I am not the man I once wast." "For Heaven knows, and the world shall know, that I hath rejected the man in myself, and so I shall do with those who were my friends." "If I ever become what I once was, come close to me, and thou shalt be what you were, my tutor in all my excess." "Until then, I exile thee, under penalty of death, as the rest of mine corruptors." "I forbid thee to stand less than 10 miles from myself." "I shall provide for thou, so you dost make the wrong." "And if we hear of thy ammendment, then, we shall take you back with thy merits and faculties." "See that my orders are obeyed, my lord." "Master Shallow,..." "..." "I owest thee 1 ,000 pounds." "Yes, sir John,..." "...and I hope to get it back." "That I think difficult, Master." "Regret it not, for he feign, before all." "He shall call me to see me alone." "Don't worry not for thy things, I am yet the man..." "...that shall make you grand." "l see not how." "Unless thou give me thy filled with straw." "Sir John, I beg thee, give me back 500, at least." "Sir, I always pay my debts." "What the king hath said, 'tis just a pretension." "Which will kill thee, sir John." "What a fright!" "Let's have supper, everybody!" "He shall call on me more into the night." "I likest the king's fair manner." "Thou art all in exile." "Until thou lives..." "...become more modest." "He hast ordered that all..." "...the raskals be well provided." "You starving fool!" "Jack Falstaff!" "Take him to prison!" "To prison?" "Come with me!" "Thou must come, poor lad." "Gentlemen, do come, he is very sick." "The king is a great one, but things are as they lay." "And now, to France!" "It shall be an easy fight, a jolly fight." "Go, my dear patriots." "The sign of war goes forward, not queen of England, but of France!" "My lord Chief Justice, free the man who is in prison." "Falstaff?" "He shall suffer prison." "His example may help others such as him." "If we close not our eyes to small offenses, what then shall we do when we see capital crimes and premeditated ones?" "I think it was the excess wine that did it." "And Falstaff?" "He has died." "The king hast broken his poor heart." "I would be with him, where'er it may be." "Be it in Heaven, or in Hell." "No, he shall not be in Hell." "He art in Heaven, in peace, if any man reachest there." "He hath a nice death, he went like a new born baby." "He passed away between noon and one o'clock, with the low tide." "When I saw him play with the flowers, like a boy, and wave his sheets, I knew he was to die, for his nise was pointed over green fields." "I said: "Hello, Sir John, come, man, be happy."" "And he said three or four times: "Lord, Lord, Lord!"" "To calm him, I begged him not to call God, I thought it not his moment for that." "He asked to put some sheets on thy feet I touched them throu the sheets but they are as cold as marble." "I did the same with thy knees, then above, and even above, he was all very cold, as marble." "He ask'd for wine." "And women?" "No." "He did not ask for that." "He said the devil would take him for that reason." "He said that was his most dangerous sin." "One day he saw Bardolph, a flea on his nose, he said it was but a soul burning in Hell." "The fuel that keep'st that fire has long ago gone." "Friendship is the only wealth that I got under his office." ""The new king, since his own coronation decided to be a different man." "This Henry was such a prudent king, and such an able polititian, that ever did anything without studying before it, the posibilities for and against." "Being human himself, he left no offence without punishment, nor friendship without reward." "In short, he wast a king who lived and died leaving a majestic model a trace of honour, and his glorious fame forever.""