History of Henry IV, Part II (1597-8)

Title Variant: The Second Part of Henry the Fourth
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Act V, Scene 1

Gloucestershire. SHALLOW'S house

Robert Shallow
By cock and pie, sir, you shall not away to-night.
What, Davy, I say!

You must excuse me, Master Robert Shallow.

Robert Shallow
I will not excuse you; you shall not be excus'd;
shall not be admitted; there is no excuse shall serve; you
not be excus'd. Why, Davy!

Here, sir.

Robert Shallow
Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy; let me see, Davy; let me see,
Davy; let me see--yea, marry, William cook, bid him come
Sir John, you shall not be excus'd.

Marry, sir, thus: those precepts cannot be served; and,
again, sir--shall we sow the headland with wheat?

Robert Shallow
With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook--are there
young pigeons?

Yes, sir. Here is now the smith's note for shoeing and

Robert Shallow
Let it be cast, and paid. Sir John, you shall not be

Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must needs be had;
sir, do you mean to stop any of William's wages about the
lost the other day at Hinckley fair?

Robert Shallow
'A shall answer it. Some pigeons, Davy, a couple of
short-legg'd hens, a joint of mutton, and any pretty little
kickshaws, tell William cook.

Doth the man of war stay all night, sir?

Robert Shallow
Yea, Davy; I will use him well. A friend i' th' court
better than a penny in purse. Use his men well, Davy; for
are arrant knaves and will backbite.

No worse than they are backbitten, sir; for they have
marvellous foul linen.

Robert Shallow
Well conceited, Davy--about thy business, Davy.

I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor of
against Clement Perkes o' th' hill.

Robert Shallow
There, is many complaints, Davy, against that Visor.
Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge.

I grant your worship that he is a knave, sir; but yet God
forbid, sir, but a knave should have some countenance at his
friend's request. An honest man, sir, is able to speak for
himself, when a knave is not. I have serv'd your worship
sir, this eight years; an I cannot once or twice in a quarter
bear out a knave against an honest man, I have but a very
credit with your worship. The knave is mine honest friend,
therefore, I beseech you, let him be countenanc'd.

Robert Shallow
Go to; I say he shall have no wrong. Look about,

[Exit DAVY] Where are you, Sir John? Come, come, come,
with your boots. Give me your hand, Master Bardolph.

I am glad to see your worship.

Robert Shallow
I thank thee with all my heart, kind Master Bardolph.
[To the PAGE] And welcome, my tall fellow. Come, Sir John.

I'll follow you, good Master Robert Shallow.
[Exit SHALLOW] Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt
and PAGE] If I were sawed into quantities, I should make
dozen of such bearded hermits' staves as Master Shallow. It
wonderful thing to see the semblable coherence of his men's
spirits and his. They, by observing of him, do bear
like foolish justices: he, by conversing with them, is turned
into a justice-like serving-man. Their spirits are so married
conjunction with the participation of society that they flock
together in consent, like so many wild geese. If I had a suit
Master Shallow, I would humour his men with the imputation of
being near their master; if to his men, I would curry with
Shallow that no man could better command his servants. It is
certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is
as men take diseases, one of another; therefore let men take
of their company. I will devise matter enough out of this
to keep Prince Harry in continual laughter the wearing out of
fashions, which is four terms, or two actions; and 'a shall
without intervallums. O, it is much that a lie with a slight
oath, and a jest with a sad brow will do with a fellow that
had the ache in his shoulders! O, you shall see him laugh
his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up!

Robert Shallow
[Within] Sir John!

I come, Master Shallow; I come, Master Shallow.

Act V, Scene 2

Westminster. The palace

Earl of Warwick
How now, my Lord Chief Justice; whither away?

Lord Chief Justice
How doth the King?

Earl of Warwick
Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended.

Lord Chief Justice
I hope, not dead.

Earl of Warwick
He's walk'd the way of nature;
And to our purposes he lives no more.

Lord Chief Justice
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.

Earl of Warwick
Indeed, I think the young king loves you not.

Lord Chief Justice
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.

Earl of Warwick
Here comes the heavy issue of dead Harry.
O that the living Harry had the temper
Of he, the worst of these three gentlemen!
How many nobles then should hold their places
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!

Lord Chief Justice
O God, I fear all will be overturn'd.

Prince John
Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good morrow.

Prince Humphrey
[with CLARENCE:] Good morrow, cousin.

Prince John
We meet like men that had forgot to speak.

Earl of Warwick
We do remember; but our argument
Is all too heavy to admit much talk.

Prince John
Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!

Lord Chief Justice
Peace be with us, lest we be heavier!

Prince Humphrey
O, good my lord, you have lost a friend
And I dare swear you borrow not that face
Of seeming sorrow--it is sure your own.

Prince John
Though no man be assur'd what grace to find,
You stand in coldest expectation.
I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise.

Prince Thomas
Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair;
Which swims against your stream of quality.

Lord Chief Justice
Sweet Princes, what I did, I did in honour,
Led by th' impartial conduct of my soul;
And never shall you see that I will beg
A ragged and forestall'd remission.
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.

Earl of Warwick
Here comes the Prince.

Lord Chief Justice
Good morrow, and God save your Majesty!

Henry IV
This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,
Sits not so easy on me as you think.
Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear.
This is the English, not the Turkish court;
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,
But Harry Harry. 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.
For me, by heaven, I bid you be assur'd,
I'll be your father and your brother too;
Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares.
Yet weep that Harry's dead, and so will I;
But Harry lives that shall convert those tears
By number into hours of happiness.

We hope no otherwise from your Majesty.

Henry V
You all look strangely on me; and you most.
You are, I think, assur'd I love you not.

Lord Chief Justice
I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,
Your Majesty hath no just cause to hate me.

Henry V
How might a prince of my great hopes forget
So great indignities you laid upon me?
What, rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison,
Th' immediate heir of England! Was this easy?
May this be wash'd in Lethe and forgotten?

Lord Chief Justice
I then did use the person of your father;
The image of his power lay then in me;
And in th' 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 judgment;
Whereon, as an offender to your father,
I gave bold way to my authority
And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
To have a son set your decrees at nought,
To pluck down justice from your awful bench,
To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword
That guards the peace and safety of your person;
Nay, more, to spurn at your most royal image,
And mock your workings in a second body.
Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours;
Be now the father, and propose a son;
Hear your own dignity so much profan'd,
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.

Henry V
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.
So shall I live to speak my father's words:
'Happy am I that have a man so bold
That dares do justice on my proper son;
And not less happy, having such a son
That would deliver up his greatness so
Into the hands of justice.' You did commit me;
For which I do commit into your hand
Th' unstained sword that you have us'd to bear;
With this remembrance--that you use the same
With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit
As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand.
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-practis'd wise directions.
And, Princes all, believe me, I beseech you,
My father is gone wild into his grave,
For in his tomb lie my affections;
And with his spirits sadly I survive,
To mock the expectation of the world,
To frustrate prophecies, and to raze out
Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
After my seeming. 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.
Now call we our high court of parliament;
And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel,
That the great body of our state may go
In equal rank with the best govern'd nation;
That war, or peace, or both at once, may be
As things acquainted and familiar to us;
In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.
Our coronation done, we will accite,
As I before rememb'red, 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

Act V, Scene 3

Gloucestershire. SHALLOW'S orchard

Robert Shallow
Nay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour, we
will eat a last year's pippin of mine own graffing, with a
of caraways, and so forth. Come, cousin Silence. And then to

Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and rich.

Robert Shallow
Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, Sir
-marry, good air. Spread, Davy, spread, Davy; well said,

This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your
serving-man and your husband.

Robert Shallow
A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir
John. By the mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper. A
varlet. Now sit down, now sit down; come, cousin.

Ah, sirrah! quoth-a--we shall [Singing]
Do nothing but eat and make good cheer,
And praise God for the merry year;
When flesh is cheap and females dear,
And lusty lads roam here and there,
So merrily,
And ever among so merrily.

There's a merry heart! Good Master Silence, I'll give
a health for that anon.

Robert Shallow
Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.

Sweet sir, sit; I'll be with you anon; most sweet sir,
Master Page, good Master Page, sit. Proface! What you want in
meat, we'll have in drink. But you must bear; the heart's

Robert Shallow
Be merry, Master Bardolph; and, my little soldier
be merry.

Be merry, be merry, my wife has all;
For women are shrews, both short and tall;
'Tis merry in hall when beards wag an;
And welcome merry Shrove-tide.
Be merry, be merry.

I did not think Master Silence had been a man of this

Who, I? I have been merry twice and once ere now.

[To BARDOLPH] There's a dish of leather-coats for you.

Your worship! I'll be with you straight. [To BARDOLPH]
A cup of wine, sir?

A cup of wine that's brisk and fine,
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' th'

Health and long life to you, Master Silence!

Fill the cup, and let it come,
I'll pledge you a mile to th' bottom.

Robert Shallow
Honest Bardolph, welcome; if thou want'st anything and
wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. Welcome, my little tiny
and welcome indeed too. I'll drink to Master Bardolph, and to
the cabileros about London.

I hope to see London once ere I die.

An I might see you there, Davy!

Robert Shallow
By the mass, you'll crack a quart together--ha! will
not, Master Bardolph?

Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot.

Robert Shallow
By God's liggens, I thank thee. The knave will stick
thee, I can assure thee that. 'A will not out, 'a; 'tis true

And I'll stick by him, sir.

Robert Shallow
Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing; be merry.
[One knocks at door] Look who's at door there, ho! Who

[To SILENCE, who has drunk a bumper] Why, now you
done me right.

Do me right,
And dub me knight.
Is't not so?

'Tis so.

Is't so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat.

An't please your worship, there's one Pistol come from
court with news.

From the court? Let him come in.
[Enter PISTOL]
How now, Pistol?

Sir John, God save you!

What wind blew you hither, Pistol?

Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet
thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm.

By'r lady, I think 'a be, but goodman Puff of Barson.

Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend,
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,
And golden times, and happy news of price.

I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this

A foutra for the world and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys.

O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?
Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.

[Singing] And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.

Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
And shall good news be baffled?
Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.

Robert Shallow
Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.

Why, then, lament therefore.

Robert Shallow
Give me pardon, sir. If, sir, you come with news from
court, I take it there's but two ways--either to utter them
conceal them. I am, sir, under the King, in some authority.

Under which king, Bezonian? Speak, or die.

Robert Shallow
Under King Harry.

Harry the Fourth--or Fifth?

Robert Shallow
Harry the Fourth.

A foutra for thine office!
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is King;
Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth.
When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like
The bragging Spaniard.

What, is the old king dead?

As nail in door. The things I speak are just.

Away, Bardolph! saddle my horse. Master Robert
choose what office thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine. Pistol,
will double-charge thee with dignities.

O joyful day!
I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.

What, I do bring good news?

Carry Master Silence to bed. Master Shallow, my Lord
Shallow, be what thou wilt--I am Fortune's steward. Get on
boots; we'll ride all night. O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph!
[Exit BARDOLPH] Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal
devise something to do thyself good. Boot, boot, Master
I know the young King is sick for me. Let us take any man's
horses: the laws of England are at my commandment. Blessed
they that have been my friends; and woe to my Lord Chief

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

Act V, Scene 4

London. A street

Hostess Quickly
No, thou arrant knave; I would to God that I might die,
that I might have thee hang'd. Thou hast drawn my shoulder out of

First Beadle
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 kill'd about her.

Doll Tearsheet
Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell thee what,
thou damn'd tripe-visag'd rascal, an the child I now go with do
miscarry, thou wert better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou
paper-fac'd villain.

Hostess Quickly
O 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

First Beadle
If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again;
you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go with me; for
the man is dead that you and Pistol beat amongst you.

Doll Tearsheet
I'll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I will have you
as soundly swing'd for this--you blue-bottle rogue, you filthy
famish'd correctioner, if you be not swing'd, I'll forswear

First Beadle
Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.

Hostess Quickly
O God, that right should thus overcome might!
Well, of sufferance comes ease.

Doll Tearsheet
Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.

Hostess Quickly
Ay, come, you starv'd bloodhound.

Doll Tearsheet
Goodman death, goodman bones!

Hostess Quickly
Thou atomy, thou!

Doll Tearsheet
Come, you thin thing! come, you rascal!

First Beadle
Very well. Exeunt

Act V, Scene 5

Westminster. Near the Abbey

First Groom
More rushes, more rushes!

Second Groom
The trumpets have sounded twice.

Third Groom
'Twill be two o'clock ere they come from the
coronation. Dispatch, dispatch. Exeunt

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.

God bless thy lungs, good knight!

Come here, Pistol; stand behind me. [To SHALLOW] O, if
I had had 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.

Robert Shallow
It doth so.

It shows my earnestness of affection-

Robert Shallow
It doth so.

My devotion--

Robert Shallow
It doth, it doth, it doth.

As it were, to ride day and night; and not to
not to remember, not to have patience to shift me--

Robert Shallow
It is best, certain.

But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with
desire to see him; thinking of nothing else, putting all
else in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done
see him.

'Tis 'semper idem' for 'obsque hoc nihil est.' 'Tis all
every part.

Robert Shallow
'Tis so, indeed.

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;
Hal'd 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.

I will deliver her.

There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.

God save thy Grace, King Hal; my royal Hal!

The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of

God save thee, my sweet boy!

Henry V
My Lord Chief Justice, speak to that vain man.

Lord Chief Justice
Have you your wits? Know you what 'tis you

My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!

Henry V
I know thee not, old man. Fall to thy prayers.
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
I have long dreamt of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane;
But being awak'd, I do despise my dream.
Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace;
Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape
For thee thrice wider than for other men--
Reply not to me with a fool-born jest;
Presume not that I am the thing I was,
For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self;
So will I those that kept me company.
When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast,
The tutor and the feeder of my riots.
Till then I banish thee, on pain of death,
As I have done the rest of my misleaders,
Not to come near our person by ten mile.
For competence of life I will allow you,
That lack of means enforce you not to evils;
And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,
We will, according to your strengths and qualities,
Give you advancement. Be it your charge, my lord,
To see perform'd the tenour of our word.
Set on. Exeunt the KING and his train

Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pounds.

Robert Shallow
Yea, marry, Sir John; which I beseech you to let me
home with me.

That can hardly be, Master Shallow. Do not you grieve
this; I shall be sent for in private to him. Look you, he
seem thus to the world. Fear not your advancements; I will be
man yet that shall make you great.

Robert Shallow
I cannot perceive how, unless you give me your
and stuff me out with straw. I beseech you, good Sir John,
have five hundred of my thousand.

Sir, I will be as good as my word. This that you
was but a colour.

Robert Shallow
A colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John.

Fear no colours; go with me to dinner. Come,
Pistol; come, Bardolph. I shall be sent for soon at night.

Lord Chief Justice
Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet;
Take all his company along with him.

My lord, my lord--

Lord Chief Justice
I cannot now speak. I will hear you soon.
Take them away.

Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta.

Prince John
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 banish'd till their conversations
Appear more wise and modest to the world.

Lord Chief Justice
And so they are.

Prince John
The King hath call'd his parliament, my lord.

Prince John
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, pleas'd the King.
Come, will you hence? Exeunt

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

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 promis'd 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 cloy'd
with fat meat, our humble author will continue the story, with Sir John in
it, and make you merry with fair Katherine 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 a martyr and
this is not the man. My tongue is weary; when my legs are too, I will
bid you good night.

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