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

Title Variant: The Second Part of Henry the Fourth
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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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