HENRY THE FOURTH PART 2


Henry the Fourth Part 2

 

Table of Contents

INDUCTION (opening scene) 3

ACT I SCENE I. Workworth. Before the castle. 5

ACT I SCENE II. London. A street. 16

ACT I SCENE III. York. The Archbishop’s palace. 31

ACT II SCENE I. London. A street. 37

ACT II SCENE II. London. Another street. 50

ACT II SCENE III. Warkworth. Before the castle. 63

ACT II SCENE IV. London. The Boar’s Head Tavern in Eastcheap. 66

ACT III SCENE I. Westminster. The Palace. 94

ACT III SCENE II. Gloucestershire. Before Shallow’s house. 99

ACT IV SCENE I. Yorkshire. Gaultree Forest. 122

ACT IV SCENE II. Another part of the forest. 134

ACT IV SCENE III. Another part of the forest. 142

ACT IV SCENE IV. Westminster. The Jerusalem Chamber. 150

ACT IV SCENE V. Another chamber. 158

ACT V SCENE I. Gloucestershire. SHALLOW’S house. 170

ACT V SCENE II. Westminster. The palace. 176

ACT V SCENE III. Gloucestershire. SHALLOW’S orchard. 184

ACT V SCENE IV. London. A street. 196

ACT V SCENE V. A public place near Westminster Abbey. 199

 


 

INDUCTION (opening scene)

 

Warkworth. Before the castle.

Enter RUMOR painted full of tongues

 

RUMOR

 

Open your ears, for which of you will stop
The vent of hearing when loud Rumor speaks?
I, from the orient (East) to the drooping West (from sunrise to sunset),
Making the wind my post-horse (riding the wind), still (continually) unfold
post-horse=horse available for carrying messages
The acts commenced on this ball of earth.
Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
The which in every language I pronounce,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
I speak of peace, while covert enmity
Under the smile of safety wounds the world,
And who but Rumor, who but only I,
Make fearful musters (assemblies of soldiers raised out of fear) and prepared defense
Whiles the big year, swollen (pregnant=eventful) with some other grief,
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war
And no such matter? Rumor is a pipe (wind instrument)
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures,
And of so easy and so plain a stop (finger-hole on a wind instrument)
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still-discordant wavering (always arguing) multitude,
Can play upon it. But what (why) need I thus
My well-known body to anatomize
Among my household (theater audience)? Why is Rumor here?
I run before King Harry's victory,
Who in a bloody field by Shrewsbury
Hath beaten down young Hotspur and his troops,
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I
To speak (by speaking) so true at first? My office is
To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth fell
(Harry – Henry V - was born at Monmouth, Wales)
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword
And that the King (Henry IV) before the Douglas' rage
Stoop'd his anointed (divinely appointed) head as low as death.
This have I rumor'd through the peasant towns
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
And this worm-eaten hold (fortress) of ragged (rugged) stones (Northumberland Castle),
Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,
Lies crafty (pretending)-sick. The posts come tiring on (riding their hardest),
And not a man of them brings other news
Than they have learn'd of me. From Rumor's tongues
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than
true wrongs (actual bad news).

Exit


ACT I SCENE I. Workworth. Before the castle.

 

Enter LORD BARDOLPH (an ally of Northumberland)

 

LORD BARDOLPH

Who keeps the gate here, ho?

The Porter opens the gate

Where is the Earl (Northumberland)?

 

PORTER

What shall I say you are?

 

LORD BARDOLPH

Tell thou the Earl
That the Lord Bardolph doth attend (wait for) him here.

 

PORTER

His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard.
Please it your honor, knock but at the gate,
And he himself wilt answer.

Enter NORTHUMBERLAND

 

LORD BARDOLPH

Here comes the Earl.

Exit porter

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

What news, Lord Bardolph? Every minute now
Should be the father of some stratagem.
The times are wild. Contention, like a horse
Full of high feeding (rich food), madly hath broke loose
And bears down all before him.

 

LORD BARDOLPH

Noble Earl,
I bring you certain (reliable) news from Shrewsbury.

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

Good [news] and (if) God will!

 

LORD BARDOLPH

As good as heart can wish.
The King is almost wounded to the death
And, in (as for) the fortune of my lord your son,
Prince Harry slain outright and both the Blunts
Kill'd by the hand of Douglas. Young Prince John
And Westmoreland and Stafford fled the field,
And Harry Monmouth's brawn (pig), the hulk (bulky ship) Sir John [Falstaff],
Is prisoner to your son. O, such a day,
So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won
Came not till now to dignify the times [so much]
Since Caesar's fortunes!

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

How is this derived?
Saw you the field? Came you from Shrewsbury?

 

LORD BARDOLPH

I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence,
A gentleman well bred and of good name
That freely render'd me these news for true.
(in Shakespeare’s day news could be singular or plural)

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

Here comes my servant Travers, whom I sent
On Tuesday last to listen after news.

Enter TRAVERS

 

LORD BARDOLPH

My lord, I over-rode (overtook) him on the way,
And he is furnish'd with no certainties
More than he haply (perhaps) may retail (relate in detail) from me.

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

Now, Travers, what good tidings comes with you?
(tidings could be thought of as singular)

 

TRAVERS

My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back
With joyful tidings and, being better horsed,
Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard
A gentleman, almost forspent (worn out) with speed,
That stopp'd by me to [let] breathe his bloodied (with spurring) horse.
He ask'd the way to Chester, and of him
I did demand what news from Shrewsbury.
He told me that rebellion had bad luck
And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold.
With that, he gave his able (powerful) horse the head,
And, bending forward, struck his armed heels
Against the panting sides of his poor jade
Up to the rowel-head (the full depth of the spur), and, starting so,
He seem'd in running to devour the way,
Staying no longer [to] question.

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

Ha! Again.
Said he young Harry Percy's spur was cold?
Of Hotspur Coldspur? That rebellion
Had met ill luck?

 

LORD BARDOLPH

My lord, I'll tell you what.
If my young lord your son have not the day,
Upon mine honor, for a silken point
silken point=lace for attaching hose to doublet (=of little value)
I'll give my barony, never talk of it.

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

Why should that gentleman that rode by (past) Travers
Give then such instances of loss?

 

LORD BARDOLPH

Who, he?
He was some hilding (worthless) fellow that had stolen
The horse he rode on, and, upon my life,
Spoke at a venture (carelessly). Look, here comes more news.

Enter MORTON

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf (title page of a book),
Foretells the nature of a tragic volume.
So looks the strand (shore) whereon the imperious flood
Hath left a witness'd usurpation (evidence of a takeover).
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury?

 

MORTON

I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord,
Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask
To fright our party.

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

How doth my son and brother?
Thou tremblest, and the whiteness in thy cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
So dull, so dead in look, so woebegone
Drew Priam's [bed]curtain in the dead of night
And would have told him half his Troy was burnt,
But Priam found (discovered) the fire ere (before) he his tongue (the man could speak)
And I my Percy's death ere thou report'st it.
This thou wouldst say, 'Your son did thus and thus,
Your brother thus. So fought the noble Douglas,'
Stopping (filling) my greedy ear with their bold deeds,
But, in the end, to stop my ear indeed (prevent me from ever hearing again)
Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,
Ending with 'Brother, son, and all are dead.'

 

MORTON

Douglas is living, and your brother, yet,
But, for my lord your son--

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

Why, he is dead.
See what a ready tongue suspicion hath!
He that but fears the thing he would not know
Hath by instinct knowledge from others' eyes
That what he fear'd is chanced (has happened). Yet, speak, Morton.
Tell thou an earl his divination lies (conjecture is false),
And I will take it as a sweet disgrace
And make thee rich for doing me such wrong.

 

MORTON

You are too great to be by me gainsaid (contradicted).
Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

Yet, for (in spite of) all this, say not that Percy's dead.
I see a strange confession in thine eye.
Thou shakest thy head and hold'st it fear or sin
To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so.
The tongue offends not that reports his death,
And he doth sin that doth belie (lie about) the dead,
Not he which says the dead is not alive.
Yet, the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remember'd tolling (ringing the funeral bell for) a departing friend.

 

LORD BARDOLPH

I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead.

 

MORTON

I am sorry I should force you to believe
That which I would to God I had not seen,
But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state,
Rendering faint quittance (return of blows), wearied and out-breathed,
To Harry Monmouth, whose swift wrath beat down
The never-daunted Percy to the earth,
From whence with life he never more sprung up.
In few (in short), his death, whose spirit lent a fire
Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,
Being bruited once (once told of), took fire and heat away
From the best temper'd courage in his troops,
For from his metal (metal/mettle) was his party steel'd,
Which, once in him abated, all the rest
Turn'd on themselves like dull and heavy lead,
And, as the thing that 's heavy in itself,
Upon enforcement (forced into motion) flies with greatest speed,
So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear
That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim
Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
Fly from the field. Then was the noble Worcester
Too soon ta'en prisoner, and that furious Scot,
The bloody Douglas, whose well-laboring sword
Had three times slain the appearance of the King,
appearance=decoys dressed as the King
'Gan vail his stomach (began to lose his courage) and did grace the shame
Of those that turn'd their backs, and, in his flight,
Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
Is that the King hath won and hath sent out
A speedy power (armed force) to encounter you, my lord,
Under the conduct (command) of young Lancaster (third son of the King)
And [General] Westmoreland. This is the news at (in) full.

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

For this I shall have time enough to mourn.
In poison there is physic (healing power), and these news,
([I] Having been well) that would have made me sick,
(that would have made me sick if I had been well)
[I] Being sick, have in some measure made me well,
And, as the wretch (sick baby) whose fever-weaken'd joints
Like strengthless hinges buckle under life
Impatient of his fit (seizure), breaks like a fire
Out of his keeper's (nurse’s) arms, even so my limbs,
Weaken'd with grief, being now enraged with grief,
Are thrice themselves (unexpectedly strong). Hence (go away), therefore, thou nice (delicate) crutch!
A scaly gauntlet (glove) now with joints of steel
Must glove this hand, and, hence (go away), thou sickly coif (nightcap),
Thou art a guard too wanton (effeminate) for the head
Which princes, flesh'd (made fierce) with conquest, aim to hit.
Now bind my brows with iron and approach
The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring
To frown upon the enraged Northumberland!
Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not Nature's hand
Keep the wild flood confined! Let order die,
And let this world no longer be a [theatrical] stage
To feed contention in a lingering act (sustain a prolonged struggle),
But let one spirit of the first-born Cain (Cain, the first killer)
Reign in all bosoms, [so] that, each heart being set
On bloody courses, the rude scene may end
And darkness be the burier of the dead!

 

TRAVERS

This strained (extravagant) passion doth you wrong, my lord.

 

LORD BARDOLPH

Sweet Earl, divorce not wisdom from your honor.

 

MORTON

The lives of all your loving complices (allies)
Lean on your health, the which, if you give o'er
To stormy passion, must perforce (necessarily) decay.
You cast the event (calculated the outcome) of war, my noble lord,
And summ'd the account of chance before you said,
'Let us make head (raise an army).' It was your presurmise
That, in the dole (distribution) of blows, your son might drop.
You knew he walk'd o'er perils on an edge,
More likely to fall in than to get o'er.
You were advised (aware) his flesh was capable
Of wounds and scars and that his forward (eager) spirit
Would lift him where most trade (trafficking) of danger ranged.
Yet, did you say, 'Go forth,' and none of this,
Though strongly apprehended, could restrain
The stiff-borne (obstinately-pursued) action. What hath then befallen
Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth
More than that being which was like[ly] to be?

 

LORD BARDOLPH

We all that are engaged to this loss (committed to this unsuccessful cause)
Knew that we ventured on such dangerous seas
That, if we wrought (put into the mix) our life, 't was ten to one,
(it was ten to one against our coming out alive)
And, yet, we ventured, for the
gain proposed
Choked the respect (consideration) of likely peril fear'd,
And, since we are o'erset (overthrown), venture again.
Come, we will all put forth body and goods.

 

MORTON

'T is more than time, and, my most noble lord,
I hear for certain and do speak the truth,
The gentle (gentlemanly) Archbishop of York is up
With well-appointed powers (military forces).. He is a man
Who with a double surety (bodily and spiritual) binds his followers.
My lord your son had only but the corpse,
But shadows and the shows of men, to fight,
(had only men without souls)
For that same word, rebellion, did divide
The action of their bodies from their souls,
And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd,
As men drink potions [so] that their weapons only
Seem'd on our side, but, [as] for their spirits and souls,
This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,
As fish are in a pond, but now the bishop
Turns insurrection [in]to religion (a sacred duty).
Supposed (believed to be) sincere and holy in his thoughts,
He 's followed both with body and with mind
And doth enlarge his rising (extend his rebellion) with the blood
Of fair King Richard, scraped from Pomfret stones (the scene of Richard II’s murder),
Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause,
Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land,
Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke (King Henry IV),
And more and less do flock to follow him.

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

I knew of this before, but, to speak truth,
This present grief had wiped it from my mind.
Go in with me and counsel every man
The aptest way for safety and revenge.
Get posts (couriers) and letters, and make (collect) friends with speed.
Never so few, and never yet more need.

Exeunt

ACT I SCENE II. London. A street.

Enter FALSTAFF with his page bearing his sword and buckler (shield)

 

FALSTAFF

Sirrah (word to address an inferior), you giant (the page is actually very small), what says the doctor to my water (urine)?

 

PAGE

He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy
water, but, for the party that owned it, he might
have more diseases than he knew for (of).­­

 

FALSTAFF

Men of all sorts take a pride to gird (laugh) at me. The­­
brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not
able to invent anything that tends to laughter more
than I invent or is invented on (about) me. I am not only
witty in myself but the cause that wit is in other
men. I do here walk before thee like a sow that
hath overwhelmed (squashed) all her litter but one. If the
Prince put thee into my service for any other reason
than to set me off (show me to advantage), why, then, I have no judgment.
Thou whoreson mandrake (term of friendly abuse), thou art fitter to be worn
in my cap [as a brooch] than to wait at my heels. I was never
manned (provided) with an agate (cameo figure) till now, but I will inset you
neither in gold nor silver but in vile apparel and
send you back again to your master, for a jewel--
the Juvenal (youth), the Prince, your master, whose chin is
not yet fledged (covered with down). I will sooner have a beard grow in
the palm of my hand than he shall get one on his
cheek, and, yet, he will not stick (hesitate) to say his face is
a face-royal. God may finish it when he will, 't is
not a hair amiss yet. He may keep it still at (always as) a
face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence
out of it, and, yet, he 'll be crowing as if he had
writ man (attained manhood) ever since his father was a bachelor. He
may keep his own grace (title), but he 's almost out of mine (my favor),
I can assure him. What said Master Dombledon (blockhead) about
the satin for my short cloak and my slops (baggy breeches)?

 

PAGE

He said, sir, you should procure him better
assurance than Bardolph. He would not take his
band (bond) and yours. He liked not the security.

 

FALSTAFF

Let him be damned like the glutton! Pray God his
(the glutton was Dives, the rich man in the story of Lazarus in the Bible. Dives, in hell, begged Lazarus to cool his tongue with water.)
tongue be hotter! A whoreson Achitophel! A rascally
yea-forsooth (always agreeing) knave! To bear a gentleman in hand (lead on)
and then stand (insist) upon security! The whoreson
(In the book of Samuel, Achitophel was a traitor to David. Ultimately, he hanged himself.)
smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes and
(smooth pates=tradesmen wearing their hair short, contrasting with the style of more noble men)
(high shoes – shoes with elevated soles)
bunches of keys at their girdles (at their belts, like show-offs), and, if a man is
through (straightforward) with them in honest taking up (ordering on credit), then they
must stand upon security. I had as lief they would
put ratsbane (poison) in my mouth as offer to stop it with
security. I looked a' (expected that he) should have sent me two and
twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he
sends me security. Well, he may sleep in security (falsely confident),
for he hath the horn (cornucopia or, punning, sign of a cuckold) of abundance, and the lightness (infidelity)
of his wife shines through it, and, yet, cannot he (he cannot)
see, though he have his own lant-horn (lantern) to light him.
Where's Bardolph?

 

PAGE

He 's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horse.

 

FALSTAFF

I bought him (Bardolph) in Paul's (St. Paul’s Cathedral, where men looked for work), and he 'll buy me a horse in
Smithfield, an [if] I could get me but a wife in the
stews (brothels), I were manned (hired Bardolph), horsed, and wived.
(a contemporary proverb: “A man who gets a horse at Smithfield, a servant at St. Paul’s, and a wife in a brothel is, in each instance, defrauded.”)

Enter the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE and his servant

 

PAGE

Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed (imprisoned) the
Prince for striking him (the Chief Justice) about (regarding) Bardolph.

 

FALSTAFF

Wait, close (hide). I will not see him.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

What 's (who is) he that goes there?

 

SERVANT

Falstaff, an 't please your lordship.

 

LORD CHIEF-JUSTICE

He that was in question for (examined in connection with) the robbery?

 

SERVANT

He, my lord, but he hath since done good service at
Shrewsbury and, as I hear, is now going with some
charge (military command) to the Lord John of Lancaster.


LORD CHIEF-JUSTICE

What, to York? Call him back again.

 

SERVANT

Sir John Falstaff!

 

FALSTAFF

Boy, tell him I am deaf.

 

PAGE

You must speak louder. My master is deaf.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

I am sure he is, to the hearing of anything good.
Go, pluck him by the elbow. I must speak with him.

 

SERVANT

Sir John!

 

FALSTAFF

What! A young knave (fellow) and begging! Is there not
wars? Is there not employment? Doth not the king
lack subjects? Do not the rebels need soldiers?
Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it
is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side,
were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell
how to make it.

 

SERVANT

You mistake me, sir.

 

FALSTAFF

Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? Setting
my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had lied
in my throat if I had said so.

 

SERVANT

I pray you, sir, then, set your knighthood and our
soldiership aside and give me leave to tell you,
you lie in your throat if you say I am any other
than an honest man.

 

FALSTAFF

I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that
which grows (is integral) to me! If thou gettest any leave (permission) of me,
hang me. If thou takest leave, thou wert better be
hanged. You hunt counter (in the wrong direction). Hence! Avaunt (begone)!

 

SERVANT

Sir, my lord would speak with you.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Sir John Falstaff, a word with you.

 

FALSTAFF

My good lord! God give your lordship good time of
day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad. I heard
say your lordship was sick. I hope your lordship
goes abroad by [a doctor’s] advice. Your lordship, though not
clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in
you, some relish of the saltness of time, and I must
humbly beseech your lordship to have a reverent care
of your health.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to
Shrewsbury.

 

FALSTAFF

An 't please your lordship, I hear his majesty is
returned with some discomfort from Wales (unsuccessful expedition in Wales).


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

I talk not of his majesty. You would not come when
I sent for you.

 

FALSTAFF

And I hear, moreover, his highness is fallen into
this same whoreson apoplexy (paralysis).


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Well, God mend him! I pray you, let me speak with
you.

 

FALSTAFF

This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy,
an 't please your lordship, a kind of sleeping in the
blood, a whoreson tingling.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

What (why) tell you me of it? Be it as it is.

 

FALSTAFF

It hath its original from much grief, from study and
perturbation of the brain. I have read the cause of
his effects (its symptoms) in Galen (ancient Greek medical authority). It is a kind of deafness.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

I think you are fallen into the disease, for you
hear not what I say to you.

 

FALSTAFF

Very well, my lord, very well. Rather, an 't please
you, it is the disease of not listening, the malady
of not marking, that I am troubled with[al].


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

To punish you by the heels would amend the
attention of your ears, and I care not if I do
become your physician.

 

FALSTAFF

I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient.
Your lordship may minister the potion of
imprisonment to me in respect of poverty (because I am poor I can’t pay a fine), but, how[ever]
should I be your patient to follow your
prescriptions, the wise may make some dram of a
scruple (small doubt) or, indeed, a scruple itself.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

I sent for you, when there were matters (a charge) against you
for your life (punishable by death), to come speak with me.

 

FALSTAFF

As I was then advised by my learned counsel in the
laws of this land-service, I did not come.
(land-service=military service on land, which laws at the time excused Falstaff from judgment)


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infamy.

 

FALSTAFF

He that buckles him in my belt cannot live in less (cannot be less than great).


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Your means are very slender, and your waste is great.

 

FALSTAFF

I would it were otherwise. I would my means were
greater and my waist slenderer.

 

LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

You have misled the youthful Prince.

 

FALSTAFF

The young Prince hath misled me. I am the fellow
with the great belly, and he, my dog.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Well, I am loath to gall (irritate) a new-healed wound. Your
day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded
over your night's exploit on Gad's Hill. You may
(the story is told in Henry IV Part 1).
thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'er-posting (escaping the consequences of)
that action.

 

FALSTAFF

My lord?

 

LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

But, since all is well, keep it so. Wake not a
sleeping wolf.

 

FALSTAFF

To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox (be suspicious).

 

LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

What! You are as a candle, the better part burnt
out.

 

FALSTAFF

A wassail candle, my lord, all tallow (fat, not beeswax). If I did say
of wax, my growth would approve the truth (my size would reveal the truth).
wax=grow, as in “wax and wane,” and beeswax


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

There is not a white hair on your face but should
have his (its) effect of gravity.

 

FALSTAFF

His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

You follow the young Prince up and down, like his
ill (bad) angel.

 

FALSTAFF

Not so, my lord. Your ill angel (Satan) is light (Lucifer), but, I hope,
he that looks upon me will take me without weighing,
and, yet, in some respects, I grant, I cannot go (cannot be an angel – too heavy). I
(angels were gold coins needing full weight)
cannot tell. Virtue is of so little regard in these
costermonger (materialistic) times that true valor is turned
bear-herd (keeping). Pregnancy (wit) is made a tapster (bartender) and hath
his quick wit wasted in giving (handing out) reckonings (bills). All the
other gifts appurtenant to man, as the malice of
this age shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry.
You that are old consider not the capacities of us
that are young. You do measure the heat of our
livers (passion) with the bitterness of your galls (anger), and we
that are in the vaward (vanguard) of our youth, I must confess,
are wags (mischievous), too.

 

LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth
that are written down old with all the characters of
age? Have you not a moist eye? A dry hand? A
yellow cheek? A white beard? A decreasing leg? An
increasing belly? Is not your voice broken? Your
wind short? Your chin double? Your wit single (small)? And
every part about you blasted with antiquity? And
will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John!

 

FALSTAFF

My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the
afternoon, with a white head and something a (a somewhat) round
belly. For my voice, I have lost it with halloing [to hounds]
and singing of anthems. To [ap]prove my youth
further, I will not. The truth is, I am only old in
judgment and understanding, and, he that will caper (dance)
with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the
money, and [I will] have [a go] at him! For the box (slap on) of the ear that
the Prince gave you, he gave it like a rude prince,
and you took it like a sensible lord. I have
chequed (rebuked) him for it, and the young lion repents,
marry (by the Virgin Mary), not in ashes and sackcloth but in new silk
and old sack (a wine).


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Well, God send the Prince a better companion!

 

FALSTAFF

God send the companion a better Prince! I cannot
rid my hands of him.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Well, the King hath severed you and Prince Harry. I
hear you are going with Lord John of Lancaster
against the Archbishop and the Earl of
Northumberland.

 

FALSTAFF

Yea, I thank your pretty sweet wit for it, but, look
you pray, all you that kiss my lady Peace at home,
that our armies join not in a hot day, for, by the
Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean
not to sweat extraordinarily. If it be a hot day
and I brandish anything but a bottle, I would I
might never spit white (clean) again. There is not a
dangerous action can peep out his head but I am
thrust upon it. Well, I cannot last [for]ever, but it
was alway yet the trick (habit) of our English nation: if
they have a good thing, to make it too common. If
ye will needs say I am an old man, you should give
me rest. I would to God my name were not so
terrible to the enemy as it is. I were better to be
eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to
nothing (worn out) with perpetual motion.
(the reverse of “it is better to wear out than to rust out”)


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Well, be honest (well behaved), be honest, and God bless your
expedition!

 

FALSTAFF

Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to
furnish (equip) me forth?


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Not a penny, not a penny. You are too impatient to
bear crosses. Fare you well. Commend me to my
cousin Westmoreland.
(bear a cross=endure hardship and also to have coins (stamped with crosses) in pocket)

Exeunt Chief Justice and his servant

 

FALSTAFF

If I do, fillip (strike) me with a three-man beetle (a huge sledgehammer with three handles). A man
can no more separate age and covetousness than a'
can part young limbs and lechery, but the gout
galls the one, and the pox pinches (torments) the other, and
so both the degrees prevent my curses (curse on their own). Boy!

 

PAGE

Sir?

 

FALSTAFF

What money is in my purse?

 

PAGE

Seven groats and two pence.
groat=four pence

 

FALSTAFF

I can get no remedy against this consumption of the
purse. Borrowing only lingers and lingers it out,
but the disease is incurable. Go bear this letter
to my Lord of Lancaster, this to the Prince, this
to the Earl of Westmoreland, and this to old
Mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry
since I perceived the first white hair on my chin.
About it. You know where to find me.

Exit page

A pox of this gout or a gout of this pox, for
the one or the other plays the rogue with my [inflamed] great
toe. 'T is no matter if I do halt (limp). I have the wars
for my color (self-justification), and my pension shall seem the more
reasonable. A good wit will make use of anything.
I will turn diseases to commodity (profit).

Exit


ACT I SCENE III. York. The Archbishop’s palace.

 

Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, THOMAS MOWBRAY the Lord Marshal, and the Lords HASTINGS and BARDOLPH

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

Thus have you heard our cause and known our means,
And, my most noble friends, I pray you all,
Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes,
And first, Lord Marshal, what say you to it?

 

MOWBRAY

I well allow (grant) the occasion (cause) of our arms
But gladly would be better satisfied
How in our means we should advance ourselves
To look with forehead bold and big enough
Upon the power (army) and puissance (strength) of the King.

 

HASTINGS

Our present musters (enlistments) grow upon the file (roll)
To five and twenty thousand men of choice,
And our supplies (reinforcements) live largely in the hope
Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns
With an incensed fire of injuries.

 

LORD BARDOLPH

The question, then, Lord Hastings, standeth thus:
Whether our present five and twenty thousand
May hold up head without Northumberland?

 

HASTINGS

With him, we may.

 

LORD BARDOLPH

Yea, marry (by the Virgin Mary), there 's the point,
But if, without him, we be thought too feeble,
My judgment is: we should not step too far
Till we had his assistance by the hand,
For, in a theme so bloody-faced as this,
Conjecture, expectation, and surmise
Of aids incertain should not be admitted.

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

'T is very true, Lord Bardolph, for, indeed,
It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury.

 

LORD BARDOLPH

It was, my lord - who lined (fortified) himself with hope,
Eating the air on promise of supply (reinforcements),
Flattering himself in project (projection=anticipation) of a power (army)
[actually] Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts,
And, so, with great imagination
Proper to madmen, led his powers (army) to death
And, winking (eyes closed), leap'd into destruction.

 

HASTINGS

But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt
To lay down likelihoods and forms of hope.

 

LORD BARDOLPH

Yes, if this present quality of war,
Indeed, the instant action, a cause on foot (afoot),
Lives so in hope as in an early spring
We see the appearing buds, which, to prove (produce) fruit,
Hope gives not so much warrant (assurance) as despair
That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build,
We first survey the plot, then draw the model (architectural design),
And, when we see the figure (design) of the house,
Then must we rate the cost of the erection,
Which, if we find outweighs [our] ability,
What do we then but draw anew the model
In fewer offices (service quarters) or, at last, desist
To build at all? Much more, in this great work,
Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down
And set another up, should we survey
The plot of situation (location) and the model
[and] Consent (agree) upon a sure foundation,
Question surveyors, know our own estate (resources),
How able [we are] such a work to undergo,
To weigh against his (its) opposite (opposing conjectures), or else
We fortify in paper and in figures,
Using the names of men (arithmetic figures on paper) instead of men (actual men),
Like one that draws the model of a house
Beyond his power to build it, who, half through,
Gives o'er and leaves his part-created cost
A naked (exposed-to-the-elements) subject to the weeping (both raining and sorrowful) clouds
And waste for (of) churlish (harsh) winter's tyranny.

 

HASTINGS

Grant that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth,
Should be still-born and that we now possess'd
The utmost man of expectation (every last man that we could expect),
I think we are a body strong enough,
Even as we are, to equal with the King.

 

LORD BARDOLPH

What, is the King but five and twenty thousand?

 

HASTINGS

To us no more, nay, not so much, Lord Bardolph,
For his divisions, as the times do brawl (are full of strife),
Are in three heads: one power against the French
And one against Glendower. Perforce (necessarily), a third
Must take up us. So is the unfirm King
In three divided, and his coffers (money chests) sound
With hollow poverty and emptiness.

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

That he should draw his several strengths together
And come against us in full puissance (force)
Need not be dreaded.

 

HASTINGS

If he should do so,
He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh
Baying him at the heels [like hunting dogs]. Never fear that.

 

LORD BARDOLPH

Who is it like[ly] should lead his forces hither?

 

HASTINGS

The Duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland.
Against the Welsh: himself (Henry IV) and Harry Monmouth (to be Henry V),
But who is substituted (delegated) 'gainst the French
I have no certain notice.

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

Let us on
And publish the occasion of our arms (hostilities).
The commonwealth (people) is sick of their own choice (Henry IV).
Their over-greedy love hath surfeited.
An habitation giddy and unsure
Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar (plebeian) heart.
(an echo of Luke 6: 49)
O, thou fond many (foolish multitude), with what loud applause
Didst thou beat heaven (assail heaven with prayers) with blessing Bolingbroke (Henry IV)
Before he was what thou wouldst have him be,
And, being now trimm'd in thine own desires (cut down to size),
Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him
That thou provokest thyself to cast him up (disgorge him).
So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge
Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard,
And now thou wouldst eat thy dead vomit up
And howl'st to find it. What trust is in
these times?
They that, when Richard lived, would have him die
Are now become enamour'd on (of) his grave.
Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head
When through proud London he came sighing on
After the admired heels of Bolingbroke,
Criest now, 'O, earth, yield us that king again
And take thou this!' O, thoughts of men accursed!
[the] Past and to come seems best, things present worst.

 

MOWBRAY

Shall we go draw our numbers (assemble our forces) and set on (march forward)?

 

HASTINGS

We are time's subjects, and time bids [us] be gone.

Exeunt


 

 

ACT II SCENE I. London. A street.


Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY, FANG and his boy with her, and SNARE following.

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Master Fang (a sergeant), have you entered the action (begun the lawsuit)?

 

FANG

It is entered.

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Where 's your yeoman (assistant)? Is 't a lusty yeoman? Will a'
stand [up] to 't?

 

FANG

Sirrah, where 's Snare?

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

O Lord, ay! Good Master Snare.

 

SNARE

Here, here.

 

FANG

Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Yea, good Master Snare. I have entered him and all.

 

SNARE

It may chance cost some of us our lives, for he will stab.

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Alas the day! Take heed of him. He stabbed me in
mine own house and that most beastly. In good
faith, he cares not what mischief he does. If his
weapon be out, he will foin (thrust with a sword) like any devil. He will
spare neither man, woman, nor child.

 

FANG

If I can [get] close with him, I care not for his thrust.

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

No, nor I neither. I 'll be at your elbow.

 

FANG

An I but fist (strike) him once an a' come but within my vise (grasp),--

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

I am undone by his going, I warrant you. He 's an
infinitive (infinite) thing, upon my score. Good Master Fang,
hold him sure. Good Master Snare, let him not
'scape. A' comes continuantly (continually) to Pie-Corner--saving
your manhoods--to buy a saddle, and he is indited (invited) to
dinner to the Lubber's (Leopard’s)-Head in Lumbert (Lombard) Street to
Master Smooth's the silkman. I pray ye, since my
exion (her pronunciation of “action”=lawsuit) is entered and my case so openly known to the
world, let him be brought in to his answer (to answer the charge). A
hundred mark is a long one (a lot of money) for a poor lone woman to
bear, and I have borne and borne and borne and
have been fubbed off (put off) and fubbed off and fubbed
off from this day to that day, that it is a shame
to be thought on. There is no honesty in such
dealing, unless a woman should be made an ass and a
beast to bear every knave's wrong. Yonder he
comes and that errant (notorious) malmsey (red-wine colored) nose knave, Bardolph,
with him. Do your offices (your duty), do your offices. Master
Fang and Master Snare, do [for] me, do me, do me your offices.

Enter FALSTAFF, page, and BARDOLPH

 

FALSTAFF

How now! Whose mare's dead? What's the matter?
whose mare’s dead - colloquial for “what’s the fuss”

 

FANG

Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mistress Quickly.

 

FALSTAFF

Away, varlets (rascals)! Draw, Bardolph. Cut me off the
villain's head. Throw the quean (strumpet) in the channel (gutter).

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Throw me in the channel! I'll throw thee in the
channel. Wilt thou? Wilt thou? Thou bastardly
rogue! Murder, murder! Ah, thou honeysuckle (she means homicidal)
villain! Wilt thou kill God's officers and the
King's? Ah, thou honeyseed (she means homicide) rogue! Thou art a
honeyseed, a man-queller (killer), and a woman-queller.

 

FALSTAFF

Keep them off, Bardolph.

 

FANG

A rescue! A rescue! (help!)

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Good people (the officers), bring a rescue or two. Thou wot, wot
thou (you will, will you)? Thou wot, wot ta? Do, do, thou rogue! Do,
thou hempseed (she probably means homicide)!

 

FALSTAFF

Away, you scullion (kitchen menial)! You rampallion (ruffian)! You
fustilarian (frowsy slut)! I'll tickle your catastrophe (a term in Greek drama=make your backside smart).

Enter the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE and his men

 

LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

What is the matter? Keep the peace here, ho!

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, stand [up] to (for) me.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

How now, Sir John! What, are you brawling here?
Doth this become your place, your time and business?
You should have been well on your way to York.
Stand from him, fellow. Wherefore (why) hang'st upon him?

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

O, most worshipful lord, an 't please your grace, I am
a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

For what sum?

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

It is more than for some, my lord. It is for all,
all I have. He hath eaten me out of house and home.
He hath put all my substance into that fat belly of
his, but I will have some of it out again or I
will ride thee o' nights like the [night]mare.

 

FALSTAFF

I think I am as like to ride the mare if I have
any vantage of ground to get up.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

How comes this, Sir John? Fie! What man of good
temper would endure this tempest of exclamation?
Are you not ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so
rough a course to come by her own?

 

FALSTAFF

What is the gross sum that I owe thee?

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Marry (by the Virgin Mary), if thou wert an honest man, thyself and the
money, too. Thou didst swear to me upon a
parcel-gilt (partially gilded) goblet, sitting in my Dolphin (Dauphin)-Chamber (rooms had names),
at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon
Wednesday in Wheeson (Whitsun) week, when the Prince broke
thy head for liking (likening) his father to a singing-man of
Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was
washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady
thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not Goodwife
Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me
Gossip (a friendly term) Quickly? Coming in to borrow a mess of
vinegar, telling us she had a good dish of prawns,
whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby (whereupon) I
told thee they were ill for a green (recent, unhealed) wound? And
didst thou not, when she was gone down stairs,
desire me to be no more so familiarity (her word for familiar) with such
poor people, saying that ere long they should call
me Madam [as the wife of a knight]? And didst thou not kiss me and bid me
fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy
Book (Bible)-oath. Deny it if thou canst.

 

FALSTAFF

My lord, this is a poor mad soul, and she says up
and down the town that the eldest son is like you.
She hath been in good case (prosperous), and the truth is,
poverty hath distracted her, but [as] for these foolish
officers, I beseech you I may have redress against them.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your
manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. It
is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words
that come with such more-than-impudent sauciness
from you, can thrust me from a level (just) consideration.
You have, as it appears to me, practiced upon (taken advantage of) the
easy-yielding spirit of this woman and made her
serve your uses both in purse and in person.

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Yea, in truth, my lord.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Pray thee, peace. Pay her the debt you owe her and
unpay the villany you have done her, the one you
may do with sterling (genuine) money and the other with
current repentance.

 

FALSTAFF

My lord, I will not undergo this sneap (rebuke) without
reply. You call honorable boldness impudent
sauciness. If a man will make curtsy and say
nothing, he is virtuous. No, my lord, my humble
duty [to one in your position] remembered, I will not be your suitor. I say
to you, I do desire deliverance from these officers,
being upon hasty employment in the King's affairs.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

You speak as having power to do wrong but answer
in the effect of your reputation (suitably to your position), and satisfy this
poor woman.

 

FALSTAFF

Come hither, hostess.

Enter GOWER

 

LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Now, Master Gower, what news?

 

GOWER

The King, my lord, and Harry, Prince of Wales,
Are near at hand. The rest the paper tells.

 

FALSTAFF

As I am a gentleman.

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Faith, you said so before.

 

FALSTAFF

As I am a gentleman. Come, no more words of it.

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

By this heavenly ground I tread on (an oath), I must be fain
to pawn both my plate and the tapestry of my
dining-chambers.

 

FALSTAFF

Glasses, glasses is the only [thing for] drinking, and, for thy
walls, a pretty slight drollery (comic scene) or the story of
the Prodigal or the German hunting [scene] in water-work (water color)
is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings [on a four poster] and these
fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, if thou
canst. Come, an 't were not for thy humors (moods), there 's
not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face (dry those tears)
and [with]draw the action (lawsuit). Come, thou must not be in
this humor with me. Dost not know me? Come, come, I
know thou wast set on to (put up to) this.

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles. I'
faith, I am loath to pawn my plate, so God save me,
la!
(actually, Mistress Quickly’s offer is the same as Falstaff’s request)

 

FALSTAFF

Let it alone. I'll make other shift (arrangements). You 'll be a
fool still (always).

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown. I
hope you 'll come to supper. You 'll [re]pay me all together?

 

FALSTAFF

Will I live?

To BARDOLPH

Go with her, with her. Hook on, hook on.
(don’t let her out of your sight)

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Will you have Doll Tearsheet meet you at supper?

 

FALSTAFF

No more words. Let 's have her.

Exeunt MISTRESS QUICKLY, BARDOLPH, officers, and boy

 

LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

I have heard better news.

 

FALSTAFF

What 's the news, my lord?


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Where lay the King last night?

 

GOWER

At Basingstoke, my lord.

 

FALSTAFF

I hope, my lord, all 's well. What is the news, my lord?


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Come all his forces back?

 

GOWER

No. Fifteen hundred foot [soldiers], five hundred horse
Are marched up to (led by) my Lord of Lancaster
Against Northumberland and the Archbishop.

 

FALSTAFF

Comes the King back from Wales, my noble lord?


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

You shall have letters of (from) me presently (right away).
Come, go along with me, good Master Gower.

 

FALSTAFF

My lord!


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

What 's the matter?

 

FALSTAFF

Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner?

 

GOWER

I must wait upon (accompany) my good lord here. I thank you,
good Sir John.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to
take (enlist) soldiers up in counties as you go.

 

FALSTAFF

Will you sup with me, Master Gower?


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John?

 

FALSTAFF

Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool
that taught them me. This is the right fencing
grace (best fencing technique), my lord - tap for tap, and, so, part fair (on good terms).


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Now the Lord lighten thee! Thou art a great fool.

Exeunt


 


ACT II SCENE II. London. Another street.

 

Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS

 

PRINCE HENRY

Before God, I am exceeding weary.

 

POINS

Is 't come to that? I had thought weariness durst not
have attached [itself to] one of so high (aristocratic) blood.

 

PRINCE HENRY

Faith, it does me, though it discolors the
complexion (makes me blush) of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth
it not show vilely in me to desire small beer?

 

POINS

Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied (inclined) as
to remember so weak a composition (ingredients).

 

PRINCE HENRY

Belike (probably), then, my appetite was not princely got (begotten), for,
by my troth, I do now remember the poor creature,
small beer, but, indeed, these humble
considerations make me out of love with my
greatness. What a disgrace is it to me to remember
thy name or to know thy face to-morrow or to
take note how many pair of silk stockings thou
hast, viz (videlicet=namely) these and those that were thy
peach-colored ones, or to bear [in mind] the inventory of thy
shirts, as one for superfluity (a spare) and another for
use (wear one, wash one)! But that the tennis-court-keeper knows better
(aristocrats took pride in forgetting commoners’ names)
than I, for it is a low ebb of linen with thee (too poor to afford another shirt) when
thou keepest not [your tennis] racket there, as thou hast not done
a great while, because the rest of thy low
countries (sexual appetites) have made a shift (shirt) to eat (use) up thy Holland (fine linen),
and, God knows, whether those that bawl out the ruins
of thy linen (make a scandal of your poverty) shall inherit his kingdom (go to heaven), but the
midwives say the children are not in the fault (not to be blamed for being illegitimate),
whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are
mightily strengthened.

 

POINS

How ill it follows, after you have labored so hard (talked so cleverly),
you should talk so idly! Tell me, how many good
young princes would do so, their fathers being so
sick as yours at this time is?

 

PRINCE HENRY

Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins?

 

POINS

Yes, faith, and let it be an excellent good thing.

 

PRINCE HENRY

It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine.

 

POINS

Go to. I stand the push of your one thing that you
will tell.

 

PRINCE HENRY

Marry (by the Virgin Mary), I tell thee, it is not meet (suitable) that I should be
sad, now my father is sick, albeit I could tell
thee, as to one it pleases me, for fault (lack) of a
better, to call my friend, I could be sad, and sad
indeed, too.

 

POINS

Very hardly upon such a subject.

 

PRINCE HENRY

By this hand (an oath=I swear) thou thinkest me as far in the devil's
book as thou and Falstaff for obduracy and
persistency (evil doing). Let [all acts up to and including] the end try (judge) the man, but, I tell
thee, my heart bleeds inwardly that my father is so
sick, and keeping such vile company as thou art
hath in reason (on reflection) taken from me all ostentation (appearance) of sorrow.

 

POINS

The reason?

 

PRINCE HENRY

What wouldst thou think of me if I should weep?

 

POINS

I would think thee a most princely hypocrite.

 

PRINCE HENRY

It would be every man's thought, and thou art a
blessed fellow to think as every man thinks. Never
a man's thought in the world keeps the roadway (common path)
better than thine. Every man would think me an
hypocrite, indeed, and what accites (summons) your most
worshipful thought to think so?

POINS

Why, because you have been so lewd and so much
engrafted to Falstaff.

 

PRINCE HENRY

And to thee.

 

POINS

By this light, I am well spoke on. I can hear it
with my own ears. The worst that they can say of
me is that I am a second brother [who needs to fend for himself] and that I am a
proper fellow of my hands (good fighter with my hands), and those two things, I
confess, I cannot help. By the mass, here comes Bardolph.

Enter BARDOLPH and page

 

PRINCE HENRY

And the boy that I gave Falstaff. A' (he) had him from
me Christian, and look if the fat villain (Falstaff) have not
transformed him ape (into a fool).

 

BARDOLPH

God save your grace!

 

PRINCE HENRY

And yours, most noble Bardolph!

 

POINS

(addressing Bardolph) Come, you virtuous ass, you bashful fool, must you
be blushing? Wherefore (why) blush you now? What a
maidenly man-at-arms are you become! Is 't such a
matter to get a pottle-pot's maidenhead (consume a tankard of ale)?
pottle-pot=tankard

 

PAGE

A' (he) calls me e'en now (a moment ago), my lord, through a red
lattice (lattice-work window), and I could discern (distinguish) no part of his face
from the window. At last I spied his eyes, and
methought he had made two holes in the ale-wife's (barmaid’s)
new petticoat and so peeped through.

 

PRINCE HENRY

Has not the boy profited (become proficient in clever talk)?

 

BARDOLPH

Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away!

 

PAGE

Away, you rascally Althaea's dream, away!
The Fates told Althaea that her son Meleager would live just as long as a log of wood then on the fire remained unconsumed

 

PRINCE HENRY

Instruct us, boy. What dream, boy?

 

PAGE

Marry (by the Virgin Mary), my lord, Althaea dreamed she was delivered (bore a child)
of a firebrand (flaming wood), and, therefore, I call him her dream.

 

PRINCE HENRY

A crown's worth of good interpretation. There 't is,
boy.

 

POINS

O, that this good blossom (the boy) could be kept from
cankers (plant diseases)! Well, there is sixpence to preserve thee.

 

BARDOLPH

An (if) you do not make him hanged among you, the
gallows shall have wrong.
(if you do not hang him, the gallows will do the bad deed - ?)

 

PRINCE HENRY

And how doth thy master, Bardolph?

 

BARDOLPH

Well, my lord. He heard of your grace's coming to
town. There 's a letter for you.

 

POINS

Delivered with good respect (sarcasm for a rough delivery), and how doth the
martlemas, your master?
martlemas=Martinmas, festival of St. Martin celebrated in November=Falstaff

 

BARDOLPH

In bodily health, sir.

 

POINS

Marry (by the Virgin Mary), the immortal part needs a physician, but
that moves not him. Though that be sick, it dies
not.

 

PRINCE HENRY

I do allow this wen to be as familiar with me as my
dog, and he holds his place, for look you how he writes.

 

POINS

[Reads] 'John Falstaff, knight'--every man must
know that as oft as he has occasion to name
himself, even like those that are kin to the King,
for they never prick their finger but they say,
'There's some of the King's blood spilt.' 'How
comes that?' says he that takes upon him not to
conceive (understand). The answer is as ready as a borrower's
cap [which he holds in hand], 'I am the King's poor cousin, sir.'

 

PRINCE HENRY

Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it
from (trace it back to) Japhet. But to the letter.
(Japhet of the Bible was thought to be the father of all Europeans)
[Reads] 'Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of

the King, nearest his father, Harry, Prince of
Wales, greeting.'

 

POINS

Why, this is a certificate (legalistic writing).

 

PRINCE HENRY

Peace! [Reads] 'I will imitate the honorable Romans in
brevity.'

 

POINS

He sure means brevity in breath,
short-winded.

 

PRINCE HENRY

[Reads] 'I commend me to thee, I commend
thee, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with
Poins, for he misuses thy favors so much that he
swears thou art to marry his sister Nell. Repent
at idle times as thou mayest (canst), and, so, farewell.
Thine, by yea and no [leaving any oaths aside], which is as much as to
say, as thou usest him, JACK FALSTAFF with my
familiars, JOHN with my brothers and sisters,
and SIR JOHN with all Europe.'

POINS

My lord, I 'll steep this letter in sack (wine) and make him eat it.

 

PRINCE HENRY

That 's to make him eat twenty of his words, but do
you use me thus, Ned? Must I marry your sister?

 

POINS

God send the wench no worse fortune, but I never said so.

 

PRINCE HENRY

Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the
spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.
Is your master here in London?

 

BARDOLPH

Yea, my lord.

 

PRINCE HENRY

Where sups he? Doth the old boar feed in the old frank (pig sty)?

 

BARDOLPH

At the old place, my lord, in Eastcheap.

 

PRINCE HENRY

What company?

 

PAGE

Ephesians (ruffians), my lord, of the old church (his usual unregenerate company).

 

PRINCE HENRY

Sup any women with him?

 

PAGE

None, my lord, but old Mistress Quickly and
Mistress Doll Tearsheet.

 

PRINCE HENRY

What pagan may that be?

 

PAGE

A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kinswoman of my master's.

 

PRINCE HENRY

Even such kin as the parish heifers are to the town
bull. Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper?

 

POINS

I am your shadow, my lord. I 'll follow you.

 

PRINCE HENRY

Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your
master that I am yet come to town. There 's for
your silence.

 

BARDOLPH

I have no tongue, sir.

 

PAGE

And [as] for mine, sir, I will govern it.

 

PRINCE HENRY

Fare you well. Go.

Exeunt BARDOLPH and page

This Doll Tearsheet should be (must be) some road (strumpet).

 

POINS

I warrant you, as common as the way between Saint
Alban's and London.

 

PRINCE HENRY

How might we see Falstaff bestow himself tonight
in his true colors and not ourselves be seen?

­­

POINS

Put on two leathern jerkins and aprons and wait
upon him at his table as drawers (barmen).

 

PRINCE HENRY

From a God to a bull? A heavy decension! It was
Jove's case. From a prince to a prentice? A low
transformation that shall be mine, for in everything the purpose must weigh with the folly.
Follow me, Ned.

Exeunt


 

ACT II SCENE III. Warkworth. Before the castle.

 

Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, LADY NORTHUMBERLAND, and LADY PERCY

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

I pray thee, loving wife and gentle (noble) daughter (daughter-in-law),
Give even way (as smooth a passage as you can) unto my rough affairs.
Put not you on the visage of the times
(do not look as bleak as the times)
And be, like them, to Percy troublesome.

LADY NORTHUMBERLAND

I have given over. I will speak no more.
Do what you will. Your wisdom be your guide.

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

Alas, sweet wife, my honor is at pawn,
And, but (except for) my going, nothing can redeem it.

 

LADY PERCY

O, yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars!
The time was, father, that you broke your word,
(Northumberland failed to go to Hotspur’s aid)
When you were more endeared to it than now,
When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry,
Threw many a northward look to [try to] see his father
Bring up his powers (armed forces), but he did long in vain.
Who then persuaded you to stay at home?
There were two honors lost, yours and your son's.
[as] For yours, the God of heaven brighten it!
For his, it stuck upon him as the sun
In the grey vault of heaven, and by his light
Did all the chivalry of England move
To do brave acts. He was indeed the glass (mirror)
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
He (that person) had no legs that practiced not his gait,
And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Became the accents of the valiant,
For those that could speak low and tardily
Would turn their own perfection to abuse
To seem like him, so that in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight (pleasures),
In military rules, humors of blood (temperament).
He was the mark (guiding pattern) and glass (mirror), copy and book,
That fashion'd others, and him, O, wondrous him!
O, miracle of men! Him did you leave,
Second to none, unseconded by you,
To look upon the hideous god of war
In disadvantage, to abide a field (face a battle)
Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name
Did seem defensible (capable of offering protection), so you left him.
Never, O, never, do his ghost the wrong
To hold (of holding) your honor more precise and nice
With others than with him! Let them alone -
The marshal and the archbishop are strong.
Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
Today might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck,
Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave.
(Monmouth was Prince Hal, the future Henry V)

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

Beshrew your heart (playful exclamation of irritation),
Fair daughter, you do draw my spirits from me
With new lamenting (lamenting anew) ancient oversights.
But I must go and meet with danger there
Or it will seek me in another place
And find me worse provided.

LADY NORTHUMBERLAND

O, fly to Scotland,
Till that (until) the nobles and the armed commons (commoners)
Have of their puissance (power) made a little taste (a trial).

 

LADY PERCY

If they get ground and vantage of the King,
Then join you with them, like a rib of steel,
To make strength stronger, but, for [the sake of] all our loves,
First let them try themselves. So did your son.
He was so suffer'd (allowed). So [be]came I a widow
And never shall have length of life enough
To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes (weep on remembering),
That it (remembrance) may grow and sprout as high as heaven
For recordation (memorial) to my noble husband.

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

Come, come, go in with me. 'T is with my mind
As with the tide swell'd up unto his height
That makes a still-stand (standstill), running neither way.
Fain would I go to meet the archbishop,
But many thousand reasons hold me back.
I will resolve for Scotland. There am I
Till time and vantage crave my company.

Exeunt


 

ACT II SCENE IV. London. The Boar’s Head Tavern in Eastcheap.

Enter two drawers
drawer=barman who draws drink from a cask

 

FIRST DRAWER

What the devil hast thou brought there? Apple-johns?
Thou knowest Sir John cannot endure an apple-john.

 

SECOND DRAWER

Mass, thou sayest true. The Prince once set a dish
of apple-johns before him and told him there were
five more Sir Johns, and, putting off his hat, said
'I will now take my leave of these six dry, round,
old, withered knights.' It angered him to the
heart, but he hath forgot that.

 

FIRST DRAWER

Why, then, cover (spread the tablecloth), and set them down and see if
thou canst find out Sneak's noise (band). Mistress
Tearsheet would fain (gladly) hear some music. Dispatch (hurry up). The
room where they supped is too hot. They 'll come in straight[away].

 

SECOND DRAWER

Sirrah, here will be the Prince and Master Poins
anon (soon), and they will put on two of our jerkins and
aprons, and Sir John must not know of it. Bardolph
hath brought word.

 

FIRST DRAWER

By the mass, here will be old Utis (fun). It will be an
excellent stratagem.

 

SECOND DRAWER

I 'll see if I can find out Sneak.

Exit

Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

I' faith, sweetheart, methinks now you are in an
excellent good temporality. Your pulsidge beats as
extraordinarily as heart would desire, and your
color, I warrant you, is as red as any rose, in good
truth, la! but, i' faith, you have drunk too much
canaries (Canary wine), and that 's a marvelous searching (intoxicating) wine,
and it perfumes (her word for suffuses) the blood ere (before) one can say, 'What's
this?' How do you now?

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

Better than I was, hem!

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Why, that 's well said, a good heart 's worth gold.
A good name is better than riches
Lo, here comes Sir John.

Enter FALSTAFF

 

FALSTAFF

[Singing] 'When Arthur first in court,'
--Empty the jordan (chamber pot).

Exit first drawer

Singing

--'And was a worthy king.' How now, Mistress Doll!

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Sick of a calm (qualm=sudden fit), yea, good faith.

 

FALSTAFF

So is all her sect. An (if) they be once in a calm, they are sick.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me?

 

FALSTAFF

You make fat rascals, Mistress Doll.
(one meaning of rascal was “skinny deer”)

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

I make them! Gluttony and diseases make them. I
make them not.

 

FALSTAFF

If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to
make the diseases, Doll. We catch of (from) you, Doll, we
catch of you. Grant that, my poor virtue, grant that.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

Yea, joy, our chains (necklaces) and our jewels [you steal from us].

 

FALSTAFF

'Your broaches, pearls, and ouches (jewels)' For to serve
bravely is to come halting (limping from disease) off, you know. To come
off (dismount from) the breach (gap) with his pike (staff) bent bravely and to [go to]
surgery bravely, to venture upon the charged (infected)
chambers bravely,--

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

Hang yourself, you muddy conger (eel), hang yourself!

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

By my troth, this is the old fashion (like the old days). You two never
meet but you fall to some discord. You are both,
i' good truth, as rheumatic (splenetic?=touchy) as two dry toasts. You
cannot one bear with another's conformities (blunder for infirmities). What
the good-year (an expletive)! One must bear, and that must be
you. You are the weaker vessel, as they say, the
emptier vessel.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full
hogshead (cask=Falstaff)? There 's a whole merchant's venture of
Bourdeaux stuff in him. You have not seen a hulk
better stuffed in the hold. Come, I 'll be friends
with thee, Jack. Thou art going to the wars, and,
whether I shall ever see thee again or no, there is
nobody cares.

Re-enter first drawer

 

FIRST DRAWER

Sir, Ancient Pistol 's below and would speak with
you.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

Hang him, swaggering rascal! Let him not come
hither. It is the foul-mouthed'st rogue in England.

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

If he swagger, let him not come here, no, by my
faith. I must live among my neighbors. I 'll [have] no
swaggerers. I am in good name and fame with the
very best. Shut the door. There comes no swaggerers
here. I have not lived all this while to have
swaggering now. Shut the door, I pray you.

 

FALSTAFF

Dost thou hear, hostess?

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Pray ye, pacify yourself, Sir John. There comes no
swaggerers here.

 

FALSTAFF

Dost thou hear? It is mine ancient.
ancient=ensign (flag bearer)

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Tilly-fally, Sir John, ne'er tell me. Your ancient
swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before Master
Tisick, the debuty, t' other day, and, as he said to
me, 't was no longer ago than Wednesday last, 'i'
good faith, neighbor Quickly,' says he. Master
Dumbe, our minister, was [near]by then. 'Neighbor
Quickly,' says he, 'receive those that are civil,
for,' said he, 'you are in an ill name.' Now a'
said so, I can tell whereupon, 'for,' says he, 'you
are an honest woman and well thought on. Therefore,
take heed what guests you receive. Receive,' says
he, 'no swaggering companions.' There comes none
here. You would bless you to hear what he said.
No, I'll no swaggerers.

 

FALSTAFF

He 's no swaggerer, hostess, a tame cheater, i'
faith. You may stroke him as gently as a puppy
greyhound. He 'll not swagger with a Barbary hen, if
her feathers turn back in any show of resistance.
Call him up, drawer.

Exit First Drawer

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man my
house, nor no cheater, but I do not love
swaggering, by my troth. I am the worse when one
says swagger. Feel, masters, how I shake. Look you,
I warrant you.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

So you do, hostess.

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Do I? Yea, in very truth, do I, an 't were an aspen
leaf. I cannot abide swaggerers.

Enter PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and page

 

PISTOL

God save you, Sir John!

 

FALSTAFF

Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge
you with a cup of sack. Do you discharge upon mine hostess.

 

PISTOL

I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.

 

FALSTAFF

She is Pistol-proof, sir. You shall hardly offend
her.

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Come, I 'll drink no proofs nor no bullets. I 'll
drink no more than will do me good, for no man's
pleasure, I.

 

PISTOL

Then to you, Mistress Dorothy. I will charge you.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What!
You poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen
mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! I am meat for
your master.

 

PISTOL

I know you, Mistress Dorothy.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

Away, you cut-purse rascal! You filthy bung, away!
By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy
chaps, an (if) you play the saucy cuttle (knife for stealing purses) with me. Away,
you bottle-ale rascal, you basket-hilt stale
juggler, you! Since when, I pray you, sir? God's
light, with two points on your shoulder? Much!

 

PISTOL

God let me not live but I will murder your ruff for this.

 

FALSTAFF

No more, Pistol. I would not have you go off here.
Discharge yourself of our company, Pistol.

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

No, Good Captain Pistol, not here, sweet captain.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

Captain! Thou abominable damned cheater, art thou
not ashamed to be called captain? An (if) captains were
of my mind, they would truncheon you out for
taking their names upon you before you have earned
them. You a captain! You slave, for what? For
tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house? He a
captain! Hang him, rogue! He lives upon mouldy
stewed prunes and dried cakes. A captain! God's
light, these villains will make the word as odious
as the word 'occupy,' which was an excellent good
word before it was ill sorted. Therefore, captains
had need (would do well to) look to 't.
(occupy had come to mean fornicate)

 

BARDOLPH

Pray thee, go down (calm down), good ancient (ensign).

 

FALSTAFF

Hark thee hither, Mistress Doll.

 

PISTOL

Not I. I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could
tear her. I 'll be revenged of her.

 

PAGE

Pray thee, go down.

 

PISTOL

I 'll see her damned first, to Pluto's damned lake (the River Styx in the underworld),
by this hand, to the infernal deep, with Erebus (darkness) and
tortures vile, also. Hold hook and line, say I.
Down, down, dogs! Down, faitors (imposters)! Have we not
Hiren (Pistol’s name for his sword) here (have we not the means for a fight)?

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Good Captain Peesel (mispronunciation of Pistol), be quiet. 't is very late, i'
faith. I beseek (beseech) you now, aggravate (blunder for moderate) your choler.

 

PISTOL

These be good humors, indeed! Shall pack-horses
And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,
Which cannot go but thirty mile a-day,
Compare with Caesars and with cannibals (Hannibals)
And Trojan Greeks? Nay, rather damn them with (to the company of)
King Cerberus (guard dog in the underworld), and let the welkin roar.
Shall we fall foul (fight) for toys (trifles)?

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

By my troth, captain, these are very bitter words.

 

BARDOLPH

Be gone, good ancient. This will grow to a brawl anon.

 

PISTOL

Die men like dogs! Give crowns like pins! Have we
not Heren (a sword) here?
(Tamburlane gave away kingdoms – crowns)

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

O' my word, captain, there 's none such here. What
the good-year! Do you think I would deny her (deny that she was here)? For
God's sake, be quiet.
(Mistress Quickly thinks that Heren means Irene)

 

PISTOL

Then feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis.
Come, give 's some sack.
'Si fortune me tormente, sperato me contento.'
(if fortune torments me, hope contents me)
Fear we broadsides (discharge of artillery)? No, let the fiend give fire (shoot).
Give me some sack, and [addressing his sword], sweetheart, lie thou there.

Laying down his sword

Come we to full points (an end) here, and are etceteras (substitute for an indecent word) nothing?

 

FALSTAFF

Pistol, I would be quiet.

 

PISTOL

Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf (hand). What! We have seen
the seven stars (Pleiades) (we have ventured out together at night).

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

For God's sake, thrust him down stairs. I cannot
endure such a fustian (ranting) rascal.

 

PISTOL

Thrust him down stairs! Know we not Galloway nags (trim horses)?

 

FALSTAFF

Quoit (shove) him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groat
shilling, nay, an (if) a' do nothing but speak nothing,
a' shall be nothing here.
(Shove-groat shilling – coin used in a board game)

BARDOLPH

Come, get you down stairs.

 

PISTOL

What! Shall we have incision (bloodshed)? Shall we imbrue (stain with blood)?

Snatching up his sword

Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days!
Why, then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds
Untwine the Sisters Three (the Fates)! Come, Atropos, I say!
(Atropos - the Fate who cuts the thread of life)

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Here 's goodly stuff toward (forthcoming)!

 

FALSTAFF

Give me my rapier, boy.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw.

 

FALSTAFF

Get you down stairs.

Drawing, and driving PISTOL out

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Here 's a goodly tumult! I 'll forswear keeping
house afore I 'll be in these tirrits (upsets) and frights.
So, murder, I warrant now. Alas, alas! Put up
your naked weapons, put up your naked weapons.

Exeunt PISTOL and BARDOLPH

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

I pray thee, Jack, be quiet. The rascal 's gone.
Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, you! (affectionate raillery)

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Are you not hurt i' the groin? Methought a' made a
shrewd (sharp) thrust at your belly.

Re-enter BARDOLPH

 

FALSTAFF

Have you turned him out o' doors?

 

BARDOLPH

Yea, sir. The rascal 's drunk. You have hurt him,
sir, i' the shoulder.

 

FALSTAFF

A rascal! To brave (defy) me!

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, poor ape (fool),
how thou sweatest! Come, let me wipe thy face.
Come on, you whoreson chops (bloated cheeks). Ah, rogue, i' faith, I
love thee. Thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy,
worth five of Agamemnon (Greek commander against Troy), and ten times better than
the Nine Worthies. Ah, villain!
(Worthies – Hector, Alexander, Julius Caesar, Joshua, David, Judas Maccabeus, King Arthur, Charlemagne, Godfrey of Bouillon)

 

FALSTAFF

A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

Do, an (if) thou darest for thy heart, an, thou dost,
I 'll canvass (capture) thee between a pair of sheets.

Enter music

 

PAGE

The music is come, sir.

 

FALSTAFF

Let them play. Play, sirs. Sit on my knee, Doll.
A rascal bragging slave! The rogue fled from me
like quicksilver.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

I' faith, and thou followedst him like a church.
Thou whoreson little tidy (plump) Bartholomew boar-pig,
(pigs were traditionally sold on St. Bartholomew’s Day)
when wilt thou leave fighting o' days and foining (thrusting)
o' nights and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven?

Enter, behind, PRINCE HENRY (later, King Henry V) and POINS, disguised

 

FALSTAFF

Peace, good Doll! Do not speak like a death's-head (mottoremember deathon a skull),
do not bid me remember mine end.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

Sirrah, what humor 's the Prince of?
humor=mood

 

FALSTAFF

A good shallow young fellow. A' would have made a
good pantler (pantry servant), a' would ha' chipp'd (trimmed) bread well.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

They say Poins has a good wit.

 

FALSTAFF

He a good wit? Hang him, baboon! His wit 's as thick
as Tewksbury mustard. There 's no more conceit in him
than is in a mallet.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

Why does the Prince love him so, then?

 

FALSTAFF

Because their legs are both of a bigness (show-offs), and a'
plays at quoits well and eats conger and fennel
and drinks off candles' ends for flap-dragons (a drinking game) and
rides the wild-mare with the boys and jumps [playfully] upon
joined-stools and swears with a good grace and
wears his boots very smooth like unto the sign of
the leg (sign of a leg over a shop) and breeds no bate (discord) with telling of discreet
stories and such other gambol (sportive) faculties a' has
that show a weak mind and an able body, for the
which the Prince admits (tolerates) him, for the Prince himself
is such another, the weight of a hair will turn the
scales between their avoirdupois (weightiness (they are equally lightweights)).

 

PRINCE HENRY

Would not this nave (hub) of a wheel (namely, Falstaff) have his ears cut off (punishment for defaming royalty)?

 

POINS

Let 's beat him before (in front of) his whore.

 

PRINCE HENRY

Look whether the withered elder (both elder tree and elder man) hath not his poll (head)
clawed (scratched) like a parrot.
(Doll is scratching Falstaff’s head)

 

POINS

Is it not strange that desire should so many years
outlive performance?

 

FALSTAFF

Kiss me, Doll.
(She kisses him)

 

PRINCE HENRY

Saturn (old age=Falstaff) and Venus (love=Doll) this year in conjunction! What
says the almanac to that?

 

POINS

And look whether the fiery Trigon (a part of the zodiac), his man (Bardolph with his red complexion), be not
lisping to his master's old tables, his note-book,
his counsel-keeper (namely, Mistress Quickly).
(Bardolph was whispering to Mistress Quickly)

 

FALSTAFF

Thou dost give me flattering busses (kisses).

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

By my troth, I kiss thee with a most constant heart.

 

FALSTAFF

I am old, I am old.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy (worthless) young
boy of them all.

 

FALSTAFF

What stuff wilt have a kirtle (gown) of? I shall receive
money o' Thursday. Shalt have a cap to-morrow. A
merry song, come. It grows late. We 'll to bed.
Thou 'lt forget me when I am gone.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

By my troth, thou 'lt set me a-weeping, an (if) thou
sayest so. Prove (make it true) that ever I dress myself handsome
till thy return. Well, harken at the end (we’ll see what happens).

 

FALSTAFF

Some sack, Francis.

 

PRINCE HENRY, POINS

Anon, anon, sir.

Coming forward

 

FALSTAFF

Ha! A bastard (wine serving) son of the King's? And art not thou
Poins, his brother?

 

PRINCE HENRY

Why, thou globe of sinful continents! What a life
dost thou lead!

 

FALSTAFF

A better than thou. I am a gentleman, thou art a drawer.

 

PRINCE HENRY

Very true, sir, and I come to draw you out by the ears.

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

O, the Lord preserve thy good grace! By my troth,
welcome to London. Now, the Lord bless that sweet
face of thine! O, Jesu, are you come from Wales?

 

FALSTAFF

Thou whoreson mad compound (lump) of majesty. By this light
flesh and corrupt blood (referring to Doll, who is sitting in his lap), thou art welcome.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

How, you fat fool! I scorn you.

 

POINS

My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge and
turn all to a merriment, if you take not the heat (if you don’t strike while the iron is hot).

 

PRINCE HENRY

You whoreson candle-mine (heaps of tallow), you, how vilely did you
speak of me even now before this honest, virtuous,
civil gentlewoman!

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

God's blessing of your good heart, and so she is,
by my troth.

 

FALSTAFF

Didst thou hear me?

 

PRINCE HENRY

Yea, and you knew me, as you did when you ran away
by Gad's-hill. You knew I was at your back and
spoke it on purpose to try my patience.

 

FALSTAFF

No, no, no, not so. I did not think thou wast within hearing.

 

PRINCE HENRY

I shall drive you then to confess the wilful abuse,
and then I know how to handle you.

 

FALSTAFF

No abuse, Hal, o' mine honor, no abuse.

 

PRINCE HENRY

Not to dispraise me and call me pantier and
bread-chipper and I know not what?

 

FALSTAFF

No abuse, Hal.

 

POINS

No abuse?

 

FALSTAFF

No abuse, Ned, i' the world, honest Ned, none. I
dispraised him before the wicked that the wicked
might not fall in love with him, in which doing, I
have done the part of a careful friend and a true
subject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it.
No abuse, Hal, none, Ned, none, no, faith, boys, none.

 

PRINCE HENRY

See, now, whether pure fear and entire cowardice doth
not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to
close (side) with us? Is she of the wicked? Is thine
hostess here of the wicked? Or is thy boy of the
wicked? Or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his
nose, of the wicked?
(the Puritans’ burning zeal comes out in Bardolph’s red complexion)
(Falstaff’s “boy” is one of the servants)
(Prince Henry is imitating Puritan talk)

 

POINS

Answer, thou dead elm (old man), answer.

 

FALSTAFF

The fiend (Devil) hath pricked down (enrolled) Bardolph irrecoverable,
and his [red] face is Lucifer's privy (personal) kitchen, where he
doth nothing but roast malt-worms (drunkards). [as] For the boy,
there is a good angel about him, but the Devil
outbids him, too.

 

PRINCE HENRY

For the women?

 

FALSTAFF

For one of them, she is in hell already and burns (infects)
poor souls. For the other, I owe her money [with interest], and
whether she be damned for that I know not.
(usury – borrowing money with interest – was illegal)

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

No, I warrant (assure) you.

 

FALSTAFF

No, I think thou art not. I think thou art quit for
that. Marry (by the Virgin Mary), there is another indictment upon thee,
for suffering (permitting) flesh to be eaten [during Lent] in thy house,
contrary to the law, for the which I think thou wilt howl.

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

All victuallers do so. What 's a joint of mutton or
two in a whole Lent?

 

PRINCE HENRY

You, gentlewoman,--

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

What says your grace?

 

FALSTAFF

His grace says that (namely, “gentlewoman”) which his flesh rebels against.

Knocking within

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Who knocks so loud at door? Look to the door there, Francis.

Enter PETO

 

PRINCE HENRY

Peto, how now! What news?

 

PETO

The King your father is at Westminster,
And there are twenty weak and wearied posts (post riders)
Come from the north, and, as I came along,
I met and overtook a dozen captains,
Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns
And asking every one for Sir John Falstaff.

 

PRINCE HENRY

By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame
So idly to profane the precious time
When tempest of commotion, like the south [wind]
Borne with black vapor (dark clouds), doth begin to melt
And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.
Give me my sword and cloak. Falstaff, good night.

Exeunt PRINCE HENRY, POINS, PETO, and BARDOLPH

 

FALSTAFF

Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and
we must hence and leave it unpicked.

Knocking within

More knocking at the door!

Re-enter BARDOLPH

How now! What 's the matter?

 

BARDOLPH

You must away to court, sir, presently (now).
A dozen captains stay (wait) at door for you.

 

FALSTAFF

[To the page] Pay the musicians, sirrah. Farewell,
hostess, farewell, Doll. You see, my good wenches,
how men of merit are sought after. The undeserver
may sleep when the man of action is called on.
Farewell, good wenches. If I be not sent away post (in haste),
I will see you again ere I go.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

I cannot speak. If my heart be not ready to burst,--
well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself.

 

FALSTAFF

Farewell, farewell.

Exeunt FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Well, fare thee well. I have known thee these
twenty-nine years, come peascod-time (spring), but an
honester and truer-hearted man,--well, fare thee well.

 

BARDOLPH

[Within] Mistress Tearsheet!

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

What 's the matter?

 

BARDOLPH

[Within] Good Mistress Tearsheet, come to my master.

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

O, run, Doll, run. Run, good Doll. Come.

She comes blubbered (blubbering)

Yea, will you come, Doll?

Exeunt


 

ACT III SCENE I. Westminster. The Palace.

 

Enter KING HENRY IV in his nightgown, with a page

 

KING HENRY IV

Go call the Earls of Surrey and of Warwick
But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters
And well consider of them. Make good speed.

Exit page

How many thousand of my poorest subjects
Are at this hour asleep! O, sleep, O, gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I 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 (hovels),
Upon uneasy (uncomfortable) pallets (straw beds) stretching thee
And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber
Than in the perfumed chambers of the great
Under the canopies of costly state (magnificence)
And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?
O, thou dull god (Morpheus, god of sleep), why liest thou with the vile (low in rank)
In loathsome beds and leavest the kingly couch
A watch-case (sentry box) or a common 'larum-bell?
Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast
Seal up the ship-boy's eyes and rock his brains
In cradle of the rude (turbulent) imperious surge
And in the visitation of the winds,
Who (which=the winds) take the ruffian billows by the top,
Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them
With deafening clamor in the slippery (swiftly passing) clouds
[so] That, with the hurly (tumult), Death itself awakes?
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose
partial=favoring one side against another
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude
And in the calmest and most stillest night,
With all appliances and means (comforts and inducements) to boot (in addition),
Deny it to a king? Then happy low (lowly ones), lie down!
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Enter WARWICK and SURREY

 

WARWICK

Many good morrows to your majesty!

 

KING HENRY IV

Is it good morrow, lords?

 

WARWICK

'T is one o'clock, and past.

 

KING HENRY IV

Why, then, good morrow to you all, my lords.
Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you?

 

WARWICK

We have, my liege (sovereign).

 

KING HENRY IV

Then you perceive the body of our kingdom,
How foul it is, what rank diseases grow,
And with what danger near the heart of it.

 

WARWICK

It is but as a body yet distemper'd,
Which to his (its) former strength may be restored
With good advice and [a] little medicine.
My Lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd.

 

KING HENRY IV

O, God, that one might read the book of fate
And see the revolution (disruption) of the times
Make mountains level and the continent,
Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
Into the sea, and, other times, to see
The beachy girdle of the ocean
Too wide for Neptune's hips. How chances mock
And changes fill the cup of alteration
With divers liquors! O, if this were seen,
The happiest youth, viewing his progress through (from beginning to end),
What perils past, what crosses to ensue,
Would shut the book and sit him down and die.
'T is not ten years gone
Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends,
Did feast together, and in two years after
Were they at wars. It is but eight years since
This Percy (Northumberland) was the man nearest my soul,
Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs
And laid his love and life under my foot,
Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard
Gave him defiance (defied King Richard to his face), but which of you was by--
You, cousin (a term of friendliness, not relationship) Nevil, as I may remember--

To WARWICK

When Richard, with his eye brimful of tears,
Then cheque'd (rebuked) and [be]rated by Northumberland,
Did speak these words, now proved a prophecy?
'Northumberland, thou ladder by the which
My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne,'
(Though then, God knows, I had no such intent
But that necessity so bow'd the state
That I and greatness were compell'd to kiss).
'The time shall come,' thus did he follow it (speak on),
'The time will come that foul sin, gathering head [like a boil],
Shall break into corruption.' So [he] went on,
Foretelling this same (present) time's condition
And the division of our amity.

 

WARWICK

There is a history in all men's lives,
Figuring (showing) the nature of the times deceased (departed),
The which observed, a man may prophesy
With a near aim of the main chance of things
As yet not come to life, which in their seeds
And weak beginnings lie intreasured (safely stored).
Such things become the hatch and brood (offspring) of time,
And, by the necessary form of this [principle],
King Richard might create a perfect guess
That great Northumberland, then false to him,
Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness,
Which should not find a ground to root upon
Unless on you.

 

KING HENRY IV

Are these things then necessities?
Then let us meet them like necessities,
And that same word even now cries out on (against) us.
They say the bishop and Northumberland
Are fifty thousand strong.

 

WARWICK

It cannot be, my lord.
Rumor doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the fear'd. Please it your grace
To go to bed. Upon my soul, my lord,
The powers that you already have sent forth
Shall bring this prize in very easily.
To comfort you the more, I have received
A certain instance (assurance) that Glendower is dead.
Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill,
And these unseason'd (unseasonable) hours perforce must add
Unto your sickness.

 

KING HENRY IV

I will take your counsel,
And, were these inward (civil) wars once out of hand (off our hands),
We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land.

Exeunt


 

ACT III SCENE II. Gloucestershire. Before Shallow’s house.

 

Enter SHALLOW and SILENCE, meeting MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULLCALF, a servant or two with them

 

SHALLOW

Come on, come on, come on, sir, give me your hand,
sir, give me your hand, sir. An early stirrer, by
the rood (cross)! And how doth my good cousin Silence?

 

SILENCE

Good morrow, good cousin Shallow.

 

SHALLOW

And how doth my cousin, your bedfellow? And your
fairest daughter and mine, my god-daughter Ellen?

 

SILENCE

Alas, a black ousel (blackbird), cousin Shallow!

 

SHALLOW

By yea and nay, sir, I dare say my cousin William is
become a good scholar. He is at Oxford still, is he not?

 

SILENCE

Indeed, sir, to my cost.

 

SHALLOW

A' must, then, to the inns o' court shortly. I was
once of Clement's Inn, where I think they will
talk of mad Shallow yet.

 

SILENCE

You were called 'lusty Shallow' then, cousin.

 

SHALLOW

By the mass, I was called anything, and I would
have done anything, indeed, too, and roundly, too.
There was I and little John Doit of Staffordshire
and black[-haired] George Barnes and Francis Pickbone and
Will Squele, a Cotswold man. You had not four such
swinge-bucklers (swash-bucklers) in all the inns o' court again, and,
I may say to you, we knew where the bona-robas (classy tarts) were
and had the best of them all at commandment. Then
was Jack Falstaff, now Sir John, a boy, and page to
Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.

 

SILENCE

This Sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon (soon) about soldiers?

 

SHALLOW

The same Sir John, the very same. I see him break
Skogan's head at the court-gate (palace gates), when a' was a
crack (lively young lad) not thus high, and the very same day did I
fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruiterer,
behind Gray's Inn. Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I
have spent and to see how many of my old
acquaintance are dead!

 

SILENCE

We shall all follow, cousin.

 

SHADOW

Certain, 't is certain, very sure, very sure. Death,
as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all, all shall
die. How (what price is) a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?

 

SILENCE

By my troth, I was not there.

 

SHALLOW

Death is certain. Is old Double of your town living
yet?

 

SILENCE

Dead, sir.

 

SHALLOW

Jesu, Jesu, dead! A' drew a good bow - and dead! A'
shot a fine shoot. John a Gaunt loved him well and
betted much money on his head. Dead! A' would have
clapped i' the clout (hit the target) at twelve score and carried
you a forehand shaft a fourteen and fourteen and a
half (straight ahead, not in an arc), that it would have done a man's heart good to see. How (what is the price of) a score of ewes now?

 

SILENCE

Thereafter as they be (according to their quality), a score of good ewes may be worth ten pounds.

 

SHALLOW

And is old Double dead?

 

SILENCE

Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men, as I think.

Enter BARDOLPH and one with him

 

BARDOLPH

Good morrow, honest gentlemen. I beseech you, which
is Justice Shallow?

 

SHALLOW

I am Robert Shallow, sir, a poor esquire (member of the gentry) of this
county and one of the king's justices of the peace.
What is your good pleasure with me?

 

BARDOLPH

My captain, sir, commends him to you, my captain,
Sir John Falstaff, a tall gentleman, by heaven, and
a most gallant leader.

 

SHALLOW

He greets me well, sir. I knew him a good backsword (fencer at practice)
man. How doth the good knight? May I ask how my
lady his wife doth?

 

BARDOLPH

Sir, pardon. A soldier is better accommodated than
with a wife.

 

SHALLOW

It is well said, in faith, sir, and it is well said,
indeed, too. Better accommodated! It is good, yea,
indeed, is it, good phrases are surely, and ever
were, very commendable. Accommodated! It comes of
'accommodo,' very good, a good phrase.

 

BARDOLPH

Pardon me, sir. I have heard the word. Phrase call
you it? By this good day, I know not the phrase,
but I will maintain the word with my sword to be a
soldier-like word and a word of exceeding good
command (good military word), by heaven. Accommodated, that is, when a
man is, as they say, accommodated or when a man is,
being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated,
which is an excellent thing.

 

SHALLOW

It is very just (true).

Enter FALSTAFF

Look, here comes good Sir John. Give me your good
hand, give me your worship's good hand. By my
troth, you like (thrive) well and bear your years very well.
Welcome, good Sir John.

 

FALSTAFF

I am glad to see you well, good Master Robert
Shallow. (to Shallow) Master Surecard, as I think?

 

SHALLOW

No, Sir John, it is my cousin Silence, in commission with me.

 

FALSTAFF

Good Master Silence, it well befits you should be of
the peace.

 

SILENCE

Your good-worship is welcome.

 

FALSTAFF

Fie! This is hot weather, gentlemen. Have you
provided me here half a dozen sufficient men?

 

SHALLOW

Marry (by the Virgin Mary), have we, sir. Will you sit?

 

FALSTAFF

Let me see them, I beseech you.

 

SHALLOW

Where 's the roll? Where 's the roll? Where 's the
roll? Let me see, let me see, let me see. So, so.
Yea, marry (by the Virgin Mary), sir. Ralph Mouldy! Let them appear as
I call, let them do so, let them do so. Let me
see, where is Mouldy?

 

MOULDY

Here, an 't please you.

 

SHALLOW

What think you, Sir John? A good-limbed fellow,
young, strong, and of good friends.

 

FALSTAFF

Is thy name Mouldy?

 

MOULDY

Yea, an 't please you.

 

FALSTAFF

'T is the more time thou wert used.

 

SHALLOW

Ha, ha, ha! Most excellent, i' faith! Things that
are mouldy lack use, very singular good, in faith,
well said, Sir John, very well said.

 

FALSTAFF

Prick (select) him.

 

MOULDY

I was pricked well enough before, an you could have
let me alone. My old dame will be undone now for
one to do her husbandry and her drudgery. You need
not to have pricked me. There are other men fitter
to go out than I.

 

FALSTAFF

Go to. Peace, Mouldy, you shall go. Mouldy, it is
time you were spent (used).

 

MOULDY

Spent!

 

SHALLOW

Peace, fellow, peace. Stand aside. Know you where
you are? For the other, Sir John. Let me see.
Simon Shadow!

 

FALSTAFF

Yea, marry, let me have him to sit under. He's like
to be a cold (cowardly) soldier.

 

SHALLOW

Where's Shadow?

 

SHADOW

Here, sir.

 

FALSTAFF

Shadow, whose son art thou?

 

SHADOW

My mother's son, sir.

 

FALSTAFF

Thy mother's son! Like enough, and thy father's
shadow. So the son of the female is the shadow of
the male. It is often so, indeed, but much of the
father's substance!

 

SHALLOW

Do you like him, Sir John?

 

FALSTAFF

Shadow will serve for summer. Prick him, for we have
a number of shadows to fill up the muster-book.

 

SHALLOW

Thomas Wart!

 

FALSTAFF

Where 's he?

 

WART

Here, sir.

 

FALSTAFF

Is thy name Wart?

 

WART

Yea, sir.

 

FALSTAFF

Thou art a very ragged wart.

 

SHALLOW

Shall I prick him down, Sir John?

 

FALSTAFF

It were superfluous, for his apparel is built upon
his back, and the whole frame stands upon pins.
Prick him no more.

 

SHALLOW

Ha, ha, ha! You can do it, sir, you can do it, I
commend you well. Francis Feeble!

 

FEEBLE

Here, sir.

 

FALSTAFF

What trade art thou, Feeble?

 

FEEBLE

A woman's tailor, sir.

 

SHALLOW

Shall I prick him, sir?

 

FALSTAFF

You may, but if he had been a man's tailor, he 'ld
ha' pricked you. Wilt thou make as many holes in
an enemy's battle as thou hast done in a woman's petticoat?

 

FEEBLE

I will do my good will, sir. You can have no more.

 

FALSTAFF

Well said, good woman's tailor! Well said,
courageous Feeble! Thou wilt be as valiant as the
wrathful dove or most magnanimous mouse. Prick the
woman's tailor. Well, Master Shallow, deep, Master Shallow.

 

FEEBLE

I would Wart might have gone, sir.

 

FALSTAFF

I would thou wert a man's tailor that thou mightst
mend him and make him fit to go. I cannot put him
to a private soldier that is the leader of so many
thousands. Let that suffice, most forcible Feeble.

 

FEEBLE

It shall suffice, sir.

 

FALSTAFF

I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. Who is next?

 

SHALLOW

Peter Bullcalf o' the [village] Green!

 

FALSTAFF

Yea, marry, let 's see Bullcalf.

 

BULLCALF

Here, sir.

 

FALSTAFF

'Fore God, a likely fellow! Come, prick me Bullcalf
till he roar again (“roar like a bull”).

 

BULLCALF

O Lord! Good my lord captain--

 

FALSTAFF

What, dost thou roar before thou art pricked?

 

BULLCALF

O Lord, sir! I am a diseased man.

 

FALSTAFF

What disease hast thou?

 

BULLCALF

A whoreson cold, sir, a cough, sir, which I caught
with ringing in the King's affairs upon his
coronation-day (anniversary of the coronation), sir.

 

FALSTAFF

Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown. We wilt
have away thy cold, and I will take such order that
my friends shall ring for thee. Is here all?

 

SHALLOW

Here is two more called than your number, you must
have but four here, sir, and so, I pray you, go in
with me to dinner.

 

FALSTAFF

Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry
dinner. I am glad to see you, by my troth, Master Shallow.

 

SHALLOW

O, Sir John, do you remember since we lay all night
in the windmill (a brothel) in Saint George's field?

 

FALSTAFF

No more of that, good Master Shallow, no more of that.

 

SHALLOW

Ha! 't was a merry night. And is Jane Nightwork alive?

 

FALSTAFF

She lives, Master Shallow.

 

SHALLOW

She never could away with (endure) me.

 

FALSTAFF

Never, never. She would always say she could not
abide Master Shallow.

 

SHALLOW

By the mass, I could anger her to the heart. She
was then a bona-roba (high-class prostitute). Doth she hold her own well?

 

FALSTAFF

Old, old, Master Shallow.

 

SHALLOW

Nay, she must be old. She cannot choose but be old.
Certain she 's old and had Robin Nightwork by old
Nightwork before I came to Clement's Inn.

 

SILENCE

That 's fifty-five year ago.

 

SHALLOW

Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that that
this knight and I have seen! Ha, Sir John, said I well?

 

FALSTAFF

We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.

 

SHALLOW

That we have, that we have, that we have. In faith,
Sir John, we have. Our watch-word was, 'Hem, boys!'
Come, let 's to dinner, come, let 's to dinner.
Jesus, the days that we have seen! Come, come.

Exeunt FALSTAFF and justices

 

BULLCALF

Good Master Corporate (he means Corporal) Bardolph, stand my friend,
and here 's four Harry ten shillings in French crowns
for you. In very truth, sir, I had as lief be
hanged, sir, as go, and, yet, for mine own part, sir,
I do not care, but, rather, because I am unwilling,
and, for mine own part, have a desire to stay with
my friends, else, sir, I did not care, for mine own
part, so much.

 

BARDOLPH

Go to. Stand aside.

 

MOULDY

And, good master corporal captain, for my old
dame's sake, stand [as] my friend. She has nobody to do
anything about her when I am gone, and she is old
and cannot help herself. You shall have forty [shillings], sir.

 

BARDOLPH

Go to. Stand aside.

 

FEEBLE

By my troth, I care not. A man can die but once. We
owe God a death. I 'll ne'er bear a base mind,
an 't be my destiny, so. An 't be not, so. No man is
too good to serve 's prince, and, let it go which way
it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next.

 

BARDOLPH

Well said. Thou 'rt a good fellow.

 

FEEBLE

Faith, I 'll bear no base mind.

Re-enter FALSTAFF and the justices

 

FALSTAFF

Come, sir, which men shall I have?

 

SHALLOW

Four of which you please.

 

BARDOLPH

Sir, a word with you. I have three pound to free
Mouldy and Bullcalf.

 

FALSTAFF

Go to. Well.

 

SHALLOW

Come, Sir John, which four will you have?

 

FALSTAFF

Do you choose for me.

 

SHALLOW

Marry, then, Mouldy, Bullcalf, Feeble, and Shadow.

 

FALSTAFF

Mouldy and Bullcalf. For you, Mouldy, stay at home
till you are past service, and, for your part,
Bullcalf, grow till you come unto it (come into performing a bull’s part). I will none of you.

 

SHALLOW

Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong. They are
your likeliest men, and I would have you served with the best.

 

FALSTAFF

Will you tell me, Master Shallow, how to choose a
man? Care I for the limb, the thewes (bodily proportions), the stature,
bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the
spirit, Master Shallow. Here 's Wart. You see what a
ragged appearance it is. A' shall charge you and
discharge you with the motion of a pewterer's
hammer (in quick succession), come off and on swifter than he that gibbets
on (refills) the brewer's bucket, and this same half-faced (pinched)
fellow, Shadow, give me this man. He presents no
mark to the enemy. The foeman may with as great aim
level at the edge of a penknife. 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 ones. Put me a caliver (lightweight gun) into Wart's hand, Bardolph.

 

BARDOLPH

Hold, Wart, traverse - thus, thus, thus.

 

FALSTAFF

Come, manage me your caliver. So. Very well. Go
to. Very good, exceeding good. O, give me always a
little, lean, old, chapt, bald shot. Well said, i'
faith, Wart. Thou 'rt a good scab (scoundrel). Hold, there 's a
tester (coin) for thee.

 

SHALLOW

He is not his craft's master. He doth not do it
right. I remember at Mile-end Green, when I lay at
Clement's Inn--I was then Sir Dagonet in Arthur's
show--there was a little quiver (nimble) fellow, and a'
would manage you his piece thus, and a' would about
and about and come you in and come you in. 'Rah,
tah, tah,' would a' say, 'bounce' would a' say, and
away again would a' go, and again would a' come. I
shall ne'er see such a fellow.

 

FALSTAFF

These fellows will do well, Master Shallow. God
keep you, Master Silence. I will not use many words
with you. Fare you well, gentlemen both, I thank
you. I must a dozen mile tonight. Bardolph, give
the soldiers coats.

 

SHALLOW

Sir John, the Lord bless you! God prosper your
affairs! God send us peace! At your return, visit
our house, let our old acquaintance be renewed.
Peradventure I will with ye to the court.

 

FALSTAFF

'Fore God, I would you would, Master Shallow.

 

SHALLOW

Go to. I have spoke at a word (I mean what I say). God keep you.

 

FALSTAFF

Fare you well, gentle gentlemen.

Exeunt justices

On, Bardolph. Lead the men away.

Exeunt BARDOLPH, recruits, & c

As I return, I will fetch off (get the better of) these justices. I do
see the bottom of Justice Shallow. Lord, Lord, how
subject we old men are to this vice of lying! This
same starved justice hath done nothing but prate to
me of the wildness of his youth and the feats he
hath done about Turnbull Street (street notorious for vice), and every third
word a lie, duer paid to the hearer [quicker] than the Turk's
tribute. I do remember him at Clement's Inn like a
man made after supper of a cheese-paring. When a'
was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked
radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it
with a knife. A' was so forlorn that his
dimensions to any thick sight were invincible. A'
was the very genius of famine, yet, lecherous as a
monkey, and the whores called him mandrake. A' came
ever in the rearward of the fashion and sung those
tunes to the overscutched (?) huswives that he heard the
carmen (carters) whistle and swear they were his fancies or
his good-nights. And now is this Vice's dagger
become a squire and talks as familiarly of John a
Gaunt as if he had been sworn brother (close friend) to him, and
I'll be sworn a' ne'er saw him but once in the
tilt-yard (playground), and then he burst his head for crowding
among the marshal's men. I saw it and told John a
Gaunt he beat his own name (i.e., Shallow), for you might have
thrust him and all his apparel into an eel-skin. The
case of a treble hautboy (oboe) was a mansion for him, a
court, and now has he land and beefs (cattle). Well, I 'll
be acquainted with him, if I return, and it shall
go hard but I will make him a philosopher's two
stones (youth and wealth) to me. If the young dace (small fish) be a bait for the
old pike, I see no reason in the law of nature but I
may snap at him. Let time shape, and there an end.

Exit


 

ACT IV SCENE I. Yorkshire. Gaultree Forest.

 

Enter the ARCHBISHOP of YORK, MOWBRAY, LORD HASTINGS, and others

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

What is this forest call'd?

 

HASTINGS

'T is Gaultree Forest, an 't shall please your grace.

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

Here stand, my lords, and send discoverers forth
To know the numbers of our enemies.

 

HASTINGS

We have sent forth already.

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

'T is well done.
My friends and brethren in these great affairs,
I must acquaint you that I have received
New-dated letters from Northumberland.
Their cold intent, tenor, and substance, thus:
Here doth he wish his person, with such powers
As might hold sortance (accord) with his quality (rank),
The which he could not levy, whereupon
He is retired, to ripe his growing fortunes,
To Scotland and concludes in hearty prayers
That your attempts may overlive the hazard
And fearful melting of their opposite (adversary).

 

MOWBRAY

Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground [as in shallow water]
And dash themselves to pieces.

Enter a messenger

 

HASTINGS

Now, what news?

 

MESSENGER

West of this forest, scarcely off a mile,
In goodly form comes on the enemy,
And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number
Upon or near the rate of thirty thousand.

 

MOWBRAY

The just proportion (exact number) that we gave them out.
Let us sway on (move ahead) and face them in the field.

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

What well-appointed leader fronts us here?

Enter WESTMORELAND

 

MOWBRAY

I think it is my Lord of Westmoreland.

 

WESTMORELAND

Health and fair greeting from our general,
The Prince, Lord John and Duke of Lancaster.

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

Say on, my Lord of Westmoreland, in peace.
What doth concern your coming?

 

WESTMORELAND

Then, my lord,
Unto your grace do I in chief address
The substance of my speech. If that rebellion
Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage,
And countenanced by [nothing but] boys and beggary,
I say, if damn'd commotion so appear'd
In his true, native, and most proper shape,
You, reverend father, and these noble lords
Had not been here to dress the ugly form
Of base and bloody insurrection
With your fair honors. You, Lord Archbishop,
Whose see is by a civil peace maintained,
Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd,
Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd,
Whose white investments figure (symbolize) innocence,
The dove, and very blessed spirit of peace,
Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself
Out of the speech of peace that bears such grace
Into the harsh and boisterous tongue of war,
Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood,
Your pens to lances and your tongue divine
To a trumpet and a point of war?

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

Wherefore do I this? So the question stands
Briefly to this end: we are all diseased,
And with our surfeiting and wanton hours
Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,
And we must bleed (be bled) for it, of which disease
Our late king, Richard, being infected, died.
But, my most noble Lord of Westmoreland,
I take not on me here as a physician
Nor do I as an enemy to peace
Troop in the throngs of military men,
But, rather, show awhile like fearful (causing fear) war
To diet rank (bloated) minds sick of happiness
And purge the obstructions which begin to stop
Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly.
I have in equal balance justly (precisely) weigh'd
What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer,
And find our griefs heavier than our offences.
We see which way the stream of time doth run
And are enforced from our most quiet (our serenity) there (in the stream of time)
By the rough torrent of occasion (events)
And have the summary of all our griefs,
When time shall serve to show in articles,
Which long ere this (before now) we offer'd to the King
And might by no suit gain our audience [with him].
When we are wrong'd and would unfold our griefs,
We are denied access unto his person
Even by those men that most have done us wrong.
The dangers of the days but newly gone,
Whose memory is written on the earth
With yet appearing blood, and the examples
Of every minute's instance present now
Hath put us in these ill-beseeming arms (armaments),
Not to break peace or any branch of it
But to establish here a peace, indeed,
Concurring both in name and quality.

 

WESTMORELAND

Whenever yet was your appeal denied?
Wherein have you been galled by the King?
What peer hath been suborn'd (bribed) to grate on (harass) you
That you should seal this lawless bloody book
Of forged rebellion with a seal divine
And consecrate commotion's bitter edge?

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

My brother general, the commonwealth,
To brother born an household cruelty,
I make my quarrel in particular.

 

WESTMORELAND

There is no need of any such redress
Or, if there were, it not belongs to you.

 

MOWBRAY

Why not to him in part and to us all
That feel the bruises of the days before
And suffer the condition of these times
To lay a heavy and unequal (unjust) hand
Upon our honors?

 

WESTMORELAND

O, my good Lord Mowbray,
Construe the times to their necessities,
And you shall say, indeed, it is the time
And not the King that doth you injuries.
Yet, for your part, it not appears to me
Either from the King or in the present time
That you should have an inch of any ground
To build a grief on. Were you not restored
To all the Duke of Norfolk's signories (estates),
Your noble and right well remember'd father's?

 

MOWBRAY

What thing, in honor, had my father lost
That need to be revived and breathed in me?
The King that loved him, as the state stood then,
Was force perforce (against his will) compell'd to banish him,
And then that Harry Bolingbroke and he,
Being mounted and both roused (raised) in their seats,
Their neighing coursers daring of the spur (eager to be off, regardless)
Their armed staves (lances) in charge (ready to charge), their beavers (visors) down,
Their eyes of fire sparking through sights (slits) of steel,
And the loud trumpet blowing them together (giving them the signal to charge),
Then, then, when there was nothing could have stay'd (held back)
My father from the breast of Bolingbroke,
O, when the King did throw his warder (staff) down,
His own life hung upon the staff he threw.
Then threw he down himself and all their lives
That by indictment (legal accusation) and by dint of sword
Have since miscarried (come to grief) under Bolingbroke.

 

WESTMORELAND

You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what.
The Earl of Hereford was reputed then
In England the most valiant gentleman.
Who knows on whom fortune would then have smiled?
But if your father had been victor there,
He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry,
For all the country in a general voice
Cried hate upon him, and all their prayers and love
Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on
And bless'd and graced, indeed, more than the King.
But this is mere digression from my purpose.
Here come I from our princely general
To know your griefs, to tell you from his grace
That he will give you audience, and, wherein
It shall appear that your demands are just,
You shall enjoy them, everything set off (removed)
That might so much as think you enemies.

 

MOWBRAY

But he hath forced us to compel this offer,
And it proceeds from policy, not love.

 

WESTMORELAND

Mowbray, you overween (take too much liberty) to take it so.
This offer comes from mercy, not from fear,
For, lo! within a ken (a range of sight) our army lies,
Upon mine honor, all too confident
To give admittance to a thought of fear.
Our battle (army) is more full of names than yours,
Our men more perfect in the use of arms,
Our armor all as strong, our cause the best.
Then reason will our heart should be as good
Say you not then our offer is compell'd.

 

MOWBRAY

Well, by my will we shall admit no parley.

 

WESTMORELAND

That argues but the shame of your offence.
“A rotten case (sack) abides no handling.

 

HASTINGS

Hath the Prince John a full commission
In very ample virtue of his father (full authority)
To hear and absolutely to determine
Of what conditions we shall stand upon?

 

WESTMORELAND

That is intended in the general's name.
I muse you make so slight a question.

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

Then take, my Lord of Westmoreland, this schedule,
For this contains our general grievances,
Each several article herein redress'd,
All members of our cause, both here and hence,
That are insinew'd (bound) to this action,
Acquitted by a true, substantial form
(provided that all of us in this affair
are granted a full pardon and immediate satisfaction
for our demands
)
and present execution of our wills,
To us and to our purposes confined
.
We come within our awe-full banks again
And knit our powers to the arm of peace.

 

WESTMORELAND

This will I show the general. Please you, lords,
In sight of both our battles we may meet
And either end in peace, which God so frame!
Or to the place of difference (battleground) call the swords
Which must decide it.

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

My lord, we will do so.

Exit WESTMORELAND

 

MOWBRAY

There is a thing within my bosom tells me
That no conditions of our peace can stand.

 

HASTINGS

Fear you not that. If we can make our peace
Upon such large terms and so absolute
As our conditions shall consist (insist) upon,
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.

 

MOWBRAY

Yea, but our valuation shall be such
That every slight and false-derived cause,
Yea, every idle, nice, and wanton reason
Shall to the King taste of this action,
That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love,
We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind
That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff
And good from bad find no partition.

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

No, no, my lord. Note this: the King is weary
Of dainty and such picking (trivial) grievances,
For, he hath found, to end one doubt by death
Revives two greater in the heirs of life,
And, therefore, will he wipe his tables clean
And keep no tell-tale to his memory
That may repeat and history (record) his loss
To new remembrance, for, full well he knows,
He cannot so precisely weed this land
As his misdoubts (doubts) present occasion.
His foes are so enrooted with his friends
That, plucking to unfix an enemy,
He doth unfasten so and shake a friend
So that this land, like an offensive wife
That hath enraged him on to offer strokes
As he is striking, holds his infant up
And hangs resolved correction in the arm (suspends)
That was uprear'd to execution.

 

HASTINGS

Besides, the King hath wasted (used up) all his rods (sticks)
On late offenders, that he now doth lack
The very instruments of chastisement,
So that his power, like to a fangless lion,
May offer but not hold.

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

'T is very true,
And, therefore, be assured, my good lord marshal,
If we do now make our atonement (reconciliation) well,
Our peace will, like a broken limb united,
Grow stronger for the breaking.

 

MOWBRAY

Be it so.
Here is return'd my Lord of Westmoreland.

Re-enter WESTMORELAND

 

WESTMORELAND

The Prince is here at hand. Pleaseth (may it please) your lordship
To meet his grace just (equal) distance 'tween our armies.

 

MOWBRAY

Your grace of York, in God's name, then, set forward.

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

Before, and greet his grace. My lord, we come.

 

Exeunt


 

ACT IV SCENE II. Another part of the forest.

 

Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, attended. Following them: the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, HASTINGS, and others. From the other side, PRINCE JOHN of LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, officers, and others with them.

 

LANCASTER

You are well encounter'd here, my cousin Mowbray.
Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop,
And so to you, Lord Hastings, and to all.
My Lord of York, it better show'd with you
When that your flock, assembled by the bell,
Encircled you to hear with reverence
Your exposition on the holy text
Than now to see you here an iron man,
Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,
Turning the Word to sword and life to death.
That man that sits within a monarch's heart
And ripens in the sunshine of his favor,
Would (if) he abuse the countenance (patronage) of the King,
Alack, what mischiefs might he set abroach (set in motion)
In shadow of such greatness! With you, lord bishop,
It is even so. Who hath not heard it spoken
How deep you were within the books of God?
To us the speaker in his parliament,
To us the imagined voice of God himself,
The very opener and intelligencer
Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven,
And our dull workings. O, who shall believe
But you misuse the reverence of your place,
Employ the countenance and grace of heaven,
As a false favorite doth his prince's name
In deeds dishonorable? You have ta'en up (enrolled),
Under the counterfeited zeal of God,
The subjects of his substitute (deputy), my father,
And both against the peace of heaven and him
Have here up-swarm'd them (enrolled them in swarms).

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

Good my Lord of Lancaster,
I am not here against your father's peace,
But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland,
The time misorder'd (confused) doth, in common sense,
Crowd us and crush us to this monstrous form
To hold our safety up. I sent your grace
The parcels and particulars of our grief,
The which hath been with scorn shoved from the court,
Whereon this Hydra (many-headed snake) son of war is born,
Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep
With grant of our most just and right desires,
And true obedience, of this madness cured,
[will] Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.

 

MOWBRAY

If not, we ready are to try our fortunes
To the last man.

 

HASTINGS

And though we here fall down,
We have supplies to second our attempt.
If they miscarry, theirs (their heirs) shall second (renew) them,
And so success of mischief shall be born,
And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up
Whiles England shall have generation.
(each succeeding heir shall maintain the quarrel)

 

LANCASTER

You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow,
To sound the bottom of (measure the depth of) the after-times.

 

WESTMORELAND

Pleaseth (may it please) your grace to answer them directly
How far forth you do like their articles.

 

LANCASTER

I like them all and do allow them well
And swear here, by the honor of my blood,
My father's purposes have been mistook,
And some about him have too lavishly
Wrested (distorted) his meaning and authority.
My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd (remedied);
Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you,
Discharge your powers (army) unto their several counties,
As we will ours, and here between the armies
Let 's drink together friendly and embrace
That all their eyes may bear those tokens home
Of our restored love and amity.

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

I take your princely word for these redresses.

 

LANCASTER

I give it you and will maintain my word,
And, thereupon, I drink unto your grace.

 

HASTINGS

Go, captain, and deliver to the army
This news of peace. Let them have pay and part.
I know it will well please them. Hie thee, captain.

Exit Officer

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

To you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland.

 

WESTMORELAND

I pledge your grace, and, if you knew what pains
I have bestow'd to breed this present peace,
You would drink freely, but my love to ye
Shall show itself more openly hereafter.

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

I do not doubt you.

 

WESTMORELAND

I am glad of it.
Health to my lord and gentle cousin, Mowbray.

 

MOWBRAY

You wish me health in very happy season,
For I am, on the sudden, something ill.

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

Against ill chances men are ever merry,
But heaviness foreruns the good event.

 

WESTMORELAND

Therefore, be merry, coz, since sudden sorrow
Serves to say thus, 'some good thing comes
tomorrow.'

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

Believe me, I am passing (extremely) light in spirit.

 

MOWBRAY

So much the worse, if your own rule be true.

Shouts within

 

LANCASTER

The word of peace is render'd. Hark, how they shout!

 

MOWBRAY

This had been cheerful after victory.

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

A peace is of the nature of a conquest,
For then both parties nobly are subdued
And neither party loser.

 

LANCASTER

Go, my lord,
And let our army be discharged, too.

Exit WESTMORELAND

And, good my lord, so please you, let your trains
March by us that we may peruse the men
We should have coped withal (should have fought with).

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

Go, good Lord Hastings,
And, ere they be dismissed, let them march by.

Exit HASTINGS

 

LANCASTER

I trust, lords, we shall lie tonight together.

Re-enter WESTMORELAND

Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still (now)?

 

WESTMORELAND

The leaders, having charge from you to stand,
Will not go off until they hear you speak.

 

LANCASTER

They know their duties.

Re-enter HASTINGS

 

HASTINGS

My lord, our army is dispersed already.
Like youthful steers unyoked, they take their courses
East, west, north, south or, like a school broke up,
Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place.

 

WESTMORELAND

Good tidings, my Lord Hastings, for the which
I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason,
And you, lord archbishop, and you, Lord Mowbray,
Of capitol treason I attach (arrest) you both.

 

MOWBRAY

Is this proceeding just and honorable?

 

WESTMORELAND

Is your assembly (gathering armed) so?

 

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK

Will you thus break your faith?

 

LANCASTER

I pawn'd thee none.
I promised you redress of these same grievances
Whereof you did complain, which, by mine honor,
I will perform with a most Christian care,
But, for you, rebels, look to taste the due
Meet for rebellion and such acts as yours.
Most shallowly did you these arms (armed conflicts) commence,
Fondly (foolishly) brought here and foolishly sent hence.
Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray.
God, and not we, hath safely fought today.
Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.

Exeunt


 

ACT IV SCENE III. Another part of the forest.

Alarum. Excursions (bouts of fighting). Enter FALSTAFF and COLEVILLE, meeting

 

FALSTAFF

What 's your name, sir? Of what condition are you
and of what place, I pray?

 

COLEVILLE

I am a knight, sir, and my name is Coleville of the Dale.

 

FALSTAFF

Well, then, Coleville is your name, a knight is your
degree, and your place the dale. Coleville shall be
still your name, a traitor your degree, and the
dungeon your place, a place deep enough, so shall
you be still Coleville of the Dale.

 

COLEVILLE

Are not you Sir John Falstaff?

 

FALSTAFF

As good a man as he, sir, whoe'er I am. Do ye
yield, sir? Or shall I sweat for you? If I do
sweat, they are the drops of thy lovers (tears of your friends), and they
weep for thy death. Therefore, rouse up fear and
trembling and do observance to my mercy.

 

COLEVILLE

I think you are Sir John Falstaff, and in that
thought yield me.

 

FALSTAFF

I have a whole school of tongues in this belly of
mine, and not a tongue of them all speaks any other
word but my name. An I had but a belly of any
indifferency (moderate size), I were simply the most active fellow
in Europe. My womb (belly), my womb, my womb undoes me.
Here comes our general.

Enter PRINCE JOHN of LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, BLUNT, and others

 

LANCASTER

The heat is past. Follow no further now.
Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.

Exit WESTMORELAND

Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while?
When everything is ended, then you come.
These tardy tricks (delaying tactics) of yours will, on my life,
One time or other break some gallows' back.

 

FALSTAFF

I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus (if it were not thus). I
never knew yet but rebuke and cheque was the reward
of valor. Do you think me a swallow, an arrow, or a
bullet? Have I, in my poor and old motion, the
expedition (speed) of thought? I have speeded hither with
the very extremest inch of possibility. I have
foundered (lamed) nine score and odd posts (post-horses) and here,
travel-tainted as I am, have, in my pure and
immaculate valor, taken Sir John Coleville of the
Dale, a most furious knight and valorous enemy.
But what of that? He saw me and yielded [so] that, I
may justly say with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome (Julius Caesar),
'I came, saw, and overcame.'

 

LANCASTER

It was more of his courtesy than your deserving.

 

FALSTAFF

I know not. Here he is and here I yield him (give him up), and,
I beseech your grace, let it be booked with the
rest of this day's deeds or, by the Lord, I will
have it in a particular ballad else, with mine own
picture on the top on 't, Coleville kissing my foot,
to the which course, if I be enforced, if you do not
all show like gilt twopences (counterfeits) [compared] to me, and I in the
clear sky of fame o'ershine you as much as the full
moon doth the cinders of the element (the stars of heaven), which show
like pins' heads to her, believe not the word of
the noble (gentleman). Therefore, let me have right [of way] and let
desert (vastness=Falstaff) mount (let merit be recognized).

 

LANCASTER+

Thine 's too heavy to mount.

 

FALSTAFF

Let it shine, then.

 

LANCASTER

Thine 's too thick to shine.

 

FALSTAFF

Let it do something, my good lord, that may do me
good and call it what you will.

 

LANCASTER

Is thy name Coleville?

 

COLEVILLE

It is, my lord.

 

LANCASTER

A famous rebel art thou, Coleville.

 

FALSTAFF

And a famous true subject (Falstaff himself) took him.

 

COLEVILLE

I am, my lord, but as my betters are
That led me hither, had they been ruled by me
You should have won them dearer (at greater cost) than you have.

 

FALSTAFF

I know not how they sold themselves, but thou, like
a kind fellow, gavest thyself away gratis (at no cost at all), and I
thank thee for thee.

Re-enter WESTMORELAND

 

LANCASTER

Now, have you left pursuit?

 

WESTMORELAND

Retreat is made and execution stay'd (halted).

 

LANCASTER

Send Coleville with his confederates
To York to present (immediate) execution.
Blunt, lead him hence, and see you guard him sure.

Exeunt BLUNT and others with COLEVILLE

And now dispatch we toward the court, my lords.
I hear the King my father is sore sick.
Our news shall go before us to his majesty,
Which, cousin, you shall bear to comfort him,
And we with sober speed will follow you.

 

FALSTAFF

My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go
Through Gloucestershire, and, when you come to court,
Stand, my good lord, [I] pray, in your good report [of me].

 

LANCASTER

Fare you well, Falstaff. I, in my condition [as commander],
Shall better speak of you than you deserve.

Exeunt all but Falstaff

 

FALSTAFF

I would you had but the wit. 't were better than
your dukedom. Good faith, this same young sober-
blooded boy doth not love me nor a man cannot make
him laugh, but that 's no marvel, he drinks no wine.
There 's never none of these demure boys come to any
proof (turn out well), for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood
(and making many fish-meals [instead of meat]) that they fall into a
kind of male green-sickness (anaemia), and, then, when they
marry, they [be]get wenches. They are generally fools
and cowards, which some of us should be, too, but for
inflammation (excitement through drink). A good sherry sack hath a two-fold
operation in it. It ascends me into the brain,
dries me there all the foolish and dull and curdy
vapors which environ it, makes it apprehensive,
quick, forgetive (inventive), full of nimble fiery and
delectable shapes, which, delivered o'er to the
voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes
excellent wit. The second property of your
excellent sherry is the warming of the blood,
which, before cold and settled, left the liver
white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity
and cowardice, but the sherry warms it and makes
it course from the inwards to the parts extreme.
It illumineth the face, which as a beacon gives
warning to all the rest of this little kingdom,
man, to arm, and then the vital commoners and
inland petty spirits muster me all to their captain,
the heart, who, great and puffed up with this
retinue, doth any deed of courage, and this valor
comes of sherry. So that skill in the weapon is
nothing without sack, for that sets it a-work and
learning a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil (devils were thought to guard treasures), till
sack commences it and sets it in act and use.
Hereof comes it that Prince Harry is valiant, for
the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his
father, he hath, like lean, sterile, and bare land,
manured, husbanded (tended), and tilled with excellent
endeavour of drinking good and good store of fertile
sherry, that he is become very hot and valiant. If
I had a thousand sons, the first human (secular) principle I
would teach them should be to forswear thin
potations and to addict themselves to sack.

Enter BARDOLPH

How now Bardolph?

 

BARDOLPH

The army is discharged all and gone.

 

FALSTAFF

Let them go. I 'll through Gloucestershire, and
there will I visit Master Robert Shallow, Esquire.
I have him already tempering (softening like wax) between my finger and
my thumb, and shortly will I seal (come to an agreement) with him. Come away.

Exeunt


ACT IV SCENE IV. Westminster. The Jerusalem Chamber.

 

Enter KING HENRY IV (in a bed), the PRINCES THOMAS of CLARENCE and HUMPHREY of GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, and others

 

KING HENRY IV

Now, lords, if God doth give successful end
To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,
We will our youth lead on to higher fields [in a crusade]
And draw no swords but what are sanctified.
Our navy is address'd (ready), our power collected,
Our substitutes in absence (deputies) well invested (empowered),
And everything lies level to our wish.
Only, we want a little personal strength
And pause us till these rebels, now afoot,
Come underneath the yoke of government.

 

WARWICK

Both which we doubt not but your majesty
Shall soon enjoy.

 

KING HENRY IV

Humphrey, my son of Gloucester,
Where is the prince your brother?

 

GLOUCESTER

I think he 's gone to hunt, my lord, at Windsor.

 

KING HENRY IV

And how accompanied?

 

GLOUCESTER

I do not know, my lord.

 

KING HENRY IV

Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him?

 

GLOUCESTER

No, my good lord; he is in presence here.

 

CLARENCE

What would my lord and father?

 

KING HENRY IV

Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence.
How chance thou art not with the prince thy brother?
He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas.
Thou hast a better place in his affection
Than all thy brothers. Cherish it, my boy,
And noble offices thou mayst effect
Of mediation, after I am dead,
Between his greatness and thy other brethren.
Therefore, omit (neglect) him not. Blunt not his love
Nor lose the good advantage of his grace
By seeming cold or careless of his will,
For he is gracious, if he be observed.
He hath a tear for pity and a hand
Open as day for melting charity.
Yet, notwithstanding, being incensed, he 's flint,
As humorous as winter and as sudden
As flaws congealed in the spring of day.
His temper, therefore, must be well observed.
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When thou perceive his blood inclined to mirth,
But, being moody, give him line and scope
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
Confound themselves with working. Learn this, Thomas,
And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends,
A hoop of gold to bind thy brothers in,
That the united vessel of their blood,
Mingled with venom of suggestion--
As, force perforce, the age will pour it in--
Shall never leak, though it do work as strong
As aconitum or rash gunpowder.

 

CLARENCE

I shall observe him with all care and love.

 

KING HENRY IV

Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Thomas?

 

CLARENCE

He is not there to-day; he dines in London.

 

KING HENRY IV

And how accompanied? Canst thou tell that?

 

CLARENCE

With Poins and other his continual followers.

 

KING HENRY IV

Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds,
And he, the noble image of my youth,
Is overspread with them. Therefore, my grief
Stretches itself beyond the hour of death.
The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape
In forms imaginary the unguided days
And rotten times that you shall look upon
When I am sleeping with my ancestors,
For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
When means and lavish manners meet together,
O, with what wings shall his affections fly
Towards fronting peril and opposed decay!

 

WARWICK

My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite.
The prince but studies his companions
Like a strange tongue, wherein, to gain the language,
'T is needful that the most immodest word
Be look'd upon and learn'd, which, once attain'd,
Your highness knows, comes to no further use
But to be known and hated. So, like gross terms,
The prince will in the perfectness of time
Cast off his followers, and their memory
Shall as a pattern or a measure live,
By which his grace must mete (measure) the lives of others,
Turning past evils to advantages.

 

KING HENRY IV

'T is seldom when the bee doth leave her comb
In the dead carrion.

Enter WESTMORELAND

Who 's here? Westmoreland?

 

WESTMORELAND

Health to my sovereign, and new happiness
Added to that that I am to deliver!
Prince John your son doth kiss your grace's hand.
Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all
Are brought to the correction of your law.
There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd
But peace puts forth her olive everywhere.
The manner how this action hath been borne
Here at more leisure may your highness read
With every course in his particular.

 

KING HENRY IV

O, Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird,
Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
The lifting up of day.

Enter HARCOURT

Look, here 's more news.

 

HARCOURT

From enemies heaven keep your majesty,
And, when they stand against you, may they fall
As those that I am come to tell you of!
The Earl Northumberland and the Lord Bardolph,
With a great power of English and of Scots,
Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown.
The manner and true order of the fight
This packet, please it you, contains at large.

 

KING HENRY IV

And wherefore should these good news make me sick?
Will fortune never come with both hands full
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach (appetite) and no food.
Such are the poor, in health or else a feast
And takes away the stomach. Such are the rich
That have abundance and enjoy it not.
I should rejoice now at this happy news,
And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy.
O, me! Come near me. Now I am much ill.

 

GLOUCESTER

Comfort, your majesty!

 

CLARENCE

O, my royal father!

 

WESTMORELAND

My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up.

 

WARWICK

Be patient, princes. You do know, these fits
Are with his highness very ordinary.
Stand from him. Give him air. He 'll straight be well.

start

CLARENCE

No, no, he cannot long hold out these pangs.
The incessant care and labor of his mind
Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in
So thin that life looks through and will break out.

 

GLOUCESTER

The people fear me, for they do observe
Unfather'd heirs and loathly births of nature.
The seasons change their manners, as the year
Had found some months asleep and leap'd them over.

 

CLARENCE

The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between,
And the old folk, time's doting chronicles,
Say it did so a little time before
That our great-grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died.

 

WARWICK

Speak lower, princes, for the King recovers.

 

GLOUCESTER

This apoplexy will certain be his end.

 

KING HENRY IV

I pray you, take me up and bear me hence
Into some other chamber. Softly, pray.

 


 

ACT IV SCENE V. Another chamber.

 

KING HENRY IV (in a bed), the PRINCES THOMAS of CLARENCE and HUMPHREY of GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, and others

 

KING HENRY IV

Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends,
Unless some dull and favorable hand
Will whisper music to my weary spirit.

 

WARWICK

Call for the music in the other room.

 

KING HENRY IV

Set me the crown upon my pillow here.

 

CLARENCE

His eye is hollow, and he changes much.

 

WARWICK

Less noise, less noise!

Enter PRINCE HENRY

 

PRINCE HENRY

Who saw the Duke of Clarence?

 

CLARENCE

I am here, brother, full of heaviness.

 

PRINCE HENRY

How now! Rain within doors, and none abroad!
How doth the King?

 

GLOUCESTER

Exceeding ill.

 

PRINCE HENRY

Heard he the good news yet?
Tell it him.

 

GLOUCESTER

He alter'd much upon the hearing it.

 

PRINCE HENRY

If he be sick with joy, he 'll recover without physic.

 

WARWICK

Not so much noise, my lords. Sweet prince,
speak low.
The King your father is disposed to sleep.

 

CLARENCE

Let us withdraw into the other room.

 

WARWICK

Will 't please your grace to go along with us?

 

PRINCE HENRY

No. I will sit and watch here by the King.

Exeunt all but PRINCE HENRY

Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,
Being so troublesome a bedfellow?
O polish'd perturbation! Golden care!
That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide
To many a watchful night! Sleep with it now!
Yet not so sound and half so deeply sweet
As he whose brow with homely biggen (?) bound
Snores out the watch of night. O, majesty!
When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
Like a rich armor worn in heat of day
That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath
There lies a downy feather which stirs not.
Did he suspire, that light and weightless down
Perforce must move. My gracious lord! My father!
This sleep is sound, indeed, this is a sleep
That from this golden rigol (circle) hath divorced
So many English kings. Thy due from me
Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood,
Which nature, love, and filial tenderness
Shall, O, dear father, pay thee plenteously.
My due from thee is this imperial crown,
Which, as immediate as thy place and blood,
Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,
Which God shall guard, and, [though he] put the world's whole strength
Into one giant arm, it shall not (would not) force
This lineal honor from me. This from thee
Will I to mine leave, as 't is left to me.

Exit

 

KING HENRY IV

Warwick! Gloucester! Clarence!

Re-enter WARWICK, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and the rest

 

CLARENCE

Doth the King call?

 

WARWICK

What would your majesty? How fares your grace?

 

KING HENRY IV

Why did you leave me here alone, my lords?

 

CLARENCE

We left the prince my brother here, my liege,
Who undertook to sit and watch by you.

 

KING HENRY IV

The Prince of Wales! Where is he? Let me see him.
He is not here.

 

WARWICK

This door is open. He is gone this way.

 

GLOUCESTER

He came not through the chamber where we stay'd.

 

KING HENRY IV

Where is the crown? Who took it from my pillow?

 

WARWICK

When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.

 

KING HENRY IV

The prince hath ta'en it hence. Go, seek him out.
Is he so hasty that he doth suppose
My sleep my death?
Find him, my Lord of Warwick. Chide him hither.

Exit WARWICK

This part (action) of his conjoins with my disease
And helps to end me. See, sons, what things you are!
How quickly nature falls into revolt
When gold becomes her object!
For this the foolish over-careful fathers
Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care,
Their bones with industry.
For this they have engrossed (amassed) and piled up
The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold.
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts and martial exercises,
When, like the bee culling from every flower
The virtuous sweets,
Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the hive, and, like the bees,
Are murdered for our pains. This bitter taste
Yield his engrossments (accumulations) to the ending (dying) father.
(the drones, not the workers, are killed off)
(his engrossments yield a bitter taste)

Re-enter WARWICK

Now, where is he (the Prince) that will not stay so long
Till his friend, sickness, hath determined (put an end to) me?

 

WARWICK

My lord, I found the prince in the next room,
Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks,
With such a deep demeanor in great sorrow
That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood (drinks blood only),
Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife
With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.

 

KING HENRY IV

But wherefore did he take away the crown?

Re-enter PRINCE HENRY

Lo, where he comes. Come hither to me, Harry.
Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.

Exeunt WARWICK and the rest

 

PRINCE HENRY

I never thought to hear you speak again.

 

KING HENRY IV

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
“We soon believe what we desire.”
I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.
Dost thou so hunger for mine empty chair
That thou wilt needs invest thee with my honors
Before thy hour be ripe? O, foolish youth!
Thou seek'st the greatness that will o'erwhelm thee.
Stay but a little, for my cloud of dignity
Is held from falling with so weak a wind
(It was thought that clouds were held aloft by wind)
That it will quickly drop. My day is dim.
Thou hast stolen that which after some few hours
Were thine without offence, and at my death
Thou hast seal'd up my expectation (confirmed my fears).
Thy life did manifest thou lovedst me not,
And thou wilt have me die assured of it.
Thou hidest a thousand daggers in thy thoughts,
Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart
To stab at half an hour of my life.
What! Canst thou not forbear me half an hour?
Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear
That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse
Be drops of balm to sanctify thy head.
Only compound (mix) me with forgotten dust.
Give that which gave thee life unto the worms.
Pluck down my officers, break my decrees
,
For now a time is come to mock at form (law and order).
Harry the Fifth is crown'd. Up, vanity!
Down, royal state! All you sage counsellors, hence!
And to the English court assemble now,
From every region, apes of idleness!
Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum.
Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance,
Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit
The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
Be happy, he will trouble you no more.
England shall double gild his treble guilt,
England shall give him office, honor, might,
For the fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks
The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog
Shall flesh his tooth on every innocent.
O, my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows!
When that my care could not withhold thy riots,
What wilt thou do when riot is thy care?
O, thou wilt be a wilderness again,
Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants!

 

PRINCE HENRY

O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears,
The moist impediments unto my speech,
I had forestall'd this dear (grievous) and deep rebuke
Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard
The course of it so far. There is your crown,
And He that wears the crown immortally
Long guard it yours! If I affect it more
Than as your honor and as your renown,
Let me no more from this obedience (kneeling) rise,
Which my most inward true and duteous spirit
Teacheth this prostrate and exterior bending.
God witness with me, when I here came in
And found no course of breath within your majesty,
How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign,
O, let me in my present wildness die
And never live to show the incredulous world
The noble change that I have purposed!
Coming to look on you, thinking you dead,
And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,
I spake unto this crown as having sense,
And thus upbraided it: 'The care on thee depending
Hath fed upon the body of my father.
Therefore, thou best of gold art worst of gold,
Other, less fine in carat (value), is more precious,
Preserving life in medicine potable,
But thou, most fine, most honor'd, most renown'd
Hast eat thy bearer up.' Thus, my most royal liege,
Accusing it, I put it on my head,
To try with it, as with an enemy
That had before my face murder'd my father,
The quarrel of a true inheritor.
But if it did infect my blood with joy
Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride,
If any rebel or vain spirit of mine
Did with the least affection of a welcome
Give entertainment to the might of it,
Let God forever keep it from my head
And make me as the poorest vassal is
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!

 

KING HENRY IV

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 of it!
Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed
And hear, I think, the very latest counsel
That ever I shall breathe. God knows, my son,
By what by-paths and indirect crook'd ways
I met this crown, and I myself know well
How troublesome it sat upon my head.
To thee it shall descend with better quiet,
Better opinion, better confirmation,
For all the soil of the achievement goes
With me into the earth. It seem'd in me
But as an honor snatch'd with boisterous hand,
And I had many living to upbraid
My gain of it by their assistances,
Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed,
Wounding supposed peace. All these bold fears
Thou see'st with peril I have answered,
For all my reign hath been but as a scene
Acting that argument, and now my death
Changes the mode, for what in me was purchased
Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort,
So thou the garland wear'st successively.
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 but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out,
By whose fell working I was first advanced
And by whose power I well might lodge a fear
To be again displaced, which, to avoid,
I cut them off and had a purpose now
To lead out many to the Holy Land,
Lest rest and lying still might make them look
Too near unto my state. Therefore, my 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.
More would I, but my lungs are wasted so
That strength of speech is utterly denied me.
How I came by the crown, O God forgive
And grant it may with thee in true peace live!

 

PRINCE HENRY

My gracious liege,
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me,
Then plain and right must my possession be,
Which I with more than with a common pain
'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.

Enter Lord John of LANCASTER

 

KING HENRY IV

Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster.

 

LANCASTER

Health, peace, and happiness to my royal father!

 

KING HENRY IV

Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son John,
But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
From this bare wither'd trunk. Upon thy sight
My worldly business makes a period (comes to an end).
Where is my Lord of Warwick?

 

PRINCE HENRY

My Lord of Warwick!

Enter WARWICK, and others

 

KING HENRY IV

Doth any name particular belong
Unto the lodging where I first did swoon?

 

WARWICK

'T is call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.

 

KING HENRY IV

Laud be to God! Even there my life must end.
It hath been prophesied to me many years
I should not die but in Jerusalem,
Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land,
But bear me to that chamber. There I 'll lie.
In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.

Exeunt


 

ACT V SCENE I. Gloucestershire. SHALLOW’S house.

 

Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and page

 

SHALLOW

(to FALSTAFF) By cock and pie (a mild oath), sir, you shall not away to-night.
What, Davy, I say!
cock=corruption of “God”
pie=index of Catholic church services

 

FALSTAFF

You must excuse me, Master Robert Shallow.

 

SHALLOW

I will not excuse you; you shall not be excused;
excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse
shall serve; you shall not be excused. Why, Davy!

Enter DAVY

 

DAVY

Here, sir.

 

SHALLOW

Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see, Davy; let me
see, Davy; let me see: yea, marry (by the Virgin Mary), William [the] cook,
bid him come hither. Sir John, you shall not be excused.

 

DAVY

Marry, sir, thus. Those precepts (rules) cannot be served,
and, again, sir, shall we sow the headland with wheat?

 

SHALLOW

With red wheat, Davy. But for William [the] cook: are
there no young pigeons?

 

DAVY

Yes, sir. Here is now the smith's note (bill) for shoeing
and plough-irons.

 

SHALLOW

Let it be cast (reckoned) and paid. Sir John, you shall not be excused.

 

DAVY

Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must need be
had, and, sir, do you mean to stop any of William's
wages about the sack he lost the other day at
Hinckley Fair?

 

SHALLOW

A' shall answer it. Some pigeons, Davy, a couple
of short-legged hens, a joint of mutton, and any
pretty little tiny kickshaws (a fancy dish), tell William cook.

 

DAVY

Doth the man of war stay all night, sir?

 

SHALLOW

Yea, Davy. I will use him well - a friend i' the
court is better than a penny in purse. Use his men
well, Davy, for they are arrant (thoroughgoing) knaves and will backbite [by lice].

 

DAVY

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

 

SHALLOW

Well conceited (very witty), Davy. About thy business, Davy.

 

DAVY

I beseech you, sir, to countenance (favor) William Visor of
Woncot against Clement Perkes of the Hill.

 

SHALLOW

There is many complaints, Davy, against that Visor.
That Visor is an arrant (thoroughgoing) knave (untrustworthy person), on my knowledge.

 

DAVY

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 served your worship truly, sir,
this eight years, and, if I cannot once or twice in
a quarter bear out (support) a knave against an honest man, I
have but a very little credit with your worship. The
knave is mine honest (true) friend, sir. Therefore, I
beseech your worship, let him be countenanced (favored).

 

SHALLOW

Go to. I say he shall have no wrong. Look about (be wary), Davy.

Exit DAVY

Where are you, Sir John? Come, come, come, off
with your boots. Give me your hand, Master Bardolph.

 

BARDOLPH

I am glad to see your worship.

 

SHALLOW

I thank thee with all my heart, kind
Master Bardolph, and welcome, my tall fellow (probably the page, who is short).

Come, Sir John.

 

FALSTAFF

I 'll follow you, good Master Robert Shallow.

Exit SHALLOW

Bardolph, look to our horses.

Exeunt BARDOLPH and page

If I were sawed into quantities, I should make four
dozen of such bearded hermits' staves as Master
Shallow. It is a wonderful thing to see the
semblable coherence (close correspondence) of his men's spirits and his.
They, by observing of him, do bear themselves like
foolish justices. He, by conversing (consorting) with them, is
turned into a justice-like serving-man. Their
spirits are so married in conjunction with the
participation of society that they flock together in
consent, like so many wild geese. If I had a suit (needed a favor)
to Master Shallow, I would humor his men with the
imputation of being near their master; if to his
men, I would curry with Master Shallow that no man
could better command his servants. It is certain
that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage (demeanor) is
caught, as men take diseases, one of another.
Therefore, let men take heed of their company. I
will devise matter enough out of this Shallow to
keep Prince Harry in continual laughter the wearing
out of six fashions, which is four terms, or two
actions, and a' shall laugh without intervallums (intervals). O,
it is much that a lie with a slight oath and a jest
with a sad (serious) brow will do with a fellow that never
had the ache in his shoulders (too young to have old-age aches)! O, you shall see him
laugh till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up (creased)!

 

SHALLOW

[Within] Sir John!

 

FALSTAFF

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

Exit


 

ACT V SCENE II. Westminster. The palace.

 

Enter WARWICK and the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE, meeting

 

WARWICK

How now, my Lord Chief Justice! Whither away (where are you going)?


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

How doth the King?

 

WARWICK

Exceeding well. His cares are now all ended.

LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

I hope, not dead.

 

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.

 

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.
(conditions can’t be worse than I’ve imagined)

Enter LANCASTER, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, WESTMORELAND, and others

 

WARWICK

Here come the heavy (sorrowful) issue of dead Harry.
O, that the living Harry had the temper
Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen (three brothers of Harry)!
How many nobles then should hold their places
That must strike sail (lower their sails in submission) to spirits of vile sort (lowlifes, companions of Harry)!


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

O, God, I fear all will be overturn'd!

 

LANCASTER

Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good morrow.

 

GLOUCESTER CLARENCE

Good morrow, cousin.

 

LANCASTER

We meet like men that had forgot to speak.

 

WARWICK

We do remember, but our argument
Is all too heavy to admit much talk.

 

LANCASTER

Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy (Henry IV).


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Peace be with us, lest we be heavier!

 

GLOUCESTER

O, good my lord, you have lost a friend (Henry IV), indeed,
And I dare swear you borrow not that face
Of seeming sorrow - it is sure your own.
(you are sad enough on your own behalf without forcing a sad appearance)

 

LANCASTER

Though no man be assured what grace to find,
You stand in coldest expectation.
I am the sorrier. Would 't were otherwise.

 

CLARENCE

Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair,
Which swims against your stream of quality (your natural inclination).


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honor,
Led by the impartial conduct of my soul,
And never shall you see that I will beg
A ragged (beggarly) and forestall'd remission (pardon).
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.

 

WARWICK

Here comes the prince.

Enter KING HENRY V, attended

 

LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Good morrow and God save your majesty!

 

KING HENRY V

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,
(figures in Turkish history)
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 assured,
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.

 

PRINCES

We hope no other from your majesty.

 

KING HENRY V

You all look strangely on me and you most.
You are, I think, assured I love you not.


LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

I am assured, if I be measured rightly,
Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.

 

KING HENRY V

No!
How might a prince of my great hopes forget
So great indignities you laid upon me?
What! Rate (chide), rebuke, and roughly send to prison
The 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 (represent) your father.
The image of his power lay then in me,
And, in the administration of his law,
Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,
Your highness (Henry V) pleased to forget my place,
The majesty and power of law and justice,
The image (symbol) of the King whom I presented (impersonated),
And struck me in my very seat of judgment (in the head),
Whereon, as [you were] an offender to your father,
I gave bold way to my authority
And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
[would you be] Be you contented, wearing now the garland (crown),
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 (imagine) a son,
Hear your own dignity so much profaned,
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 (sober reflection), sentence me,
And, as you are a king, speak in your state (according to your royal office)
What I have done that misbecame my place,
My person, or my liege's sovereignty.

 

KING HENRY V

You are right Justice (justice personified), and you weigh this well.
Therefore, still bear the balance (Justice holds a scale in her hand) and the sword,
And I do wish your honors 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 (own) 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
The unstained sword that you have used to bear,
With this remembrance (reminder), that you use the same
With the like (same) 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-practiced, wise directions,
And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you -
My father is gone wild into his grave,
(wild=accompanied by Henry V’s recklessness)
For in his tomb lie my affections,
And with his spirit sadly (gravely) I survive
To mock (disprove) the expectation of the world,
To frustrate prophecies, and to raze out
Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
After (according to) my seeming. The tide of [royal] 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 (power of the waters?)
And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
Now call we our high court of parliament,
And let us choose such limbs (members) 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 (summon),
As I before remember'd (mentioned), all our state,
And, God consigning to (setting his seal 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 III. Gloucestershire. SHALLOW’S orchard.

 

Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, DAVY, BARDOLPH, and the page

 

SHALLOW

Nay, you shall see my orchard (garden), where, in an arbor,
we will eat a last year's pippin (apple) of my own grafting,
with a dish of caraways, and so forth. Come,
cousin Silence, and then to bed.

 

FALSTAFF

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

 

SHALLOW

Barren, barren, barren, beggars all, beggars all,
Sir John, marry (by the Virgin Mary), good air. Spread (lay the table), Davy, spread,
Davy, well said (well done), Davy.

 

FALSTAFF

This Davy serves you for good uses. He is your
serving-man and your husband (steward).

 

SHALLOW

A good varlet (servant), a good varlet, a very good varlet,
Sir John. By the mass, I have drunk too much sack
at supper. A good varlet. Now sit down, now sit
down. Come, cousin.

 

SILENCE

Ah, sirrah! Quoth-a, we shall
Do nothing but eat and make good cheer,

Singing

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.

 

FALSTAFF

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

 

SHALLOW

Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.

 

DAVY

Sweet sir, sit. I'll be with you anon. Most sweet
sir, sit. Master page, good master page, sit.
Proface (may it do you good)! What you want (lack) in meat, we'll have in drink,
but you must bear. The heart's all.

Exit

 

SHALLOW

Be merry, Master Bardolph, and, my little soldier (the page)
there, be merry.

 

SILENCE

Be merry, be merry, my wife has all,

Singing

For women are shrews, both short and tall.
'T is merry in hall when beards wag all,
And welcome merry Shrove-tide.
Be merry, be merry.

 

FALSTAFF

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

 

SILENCE

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

Re-enter DAVY

 

DAVY

There 's a dish of leather-coats (russet apples) for you.

 

SHALLOW

Davy!

 

DAVY

Your worship! I 'll be with you straight.

To BARDOLPH

A cup of wine, sir?

 

SILENCE

A cup of wine that 's brisk and fine

Singing

And drink unto thee, leman (sweetheart) mine,
And a merry heart lives long-a.

 

FALSTAFF

Well said, Master Silence.

 

SILENCE

An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o' the night.

 

FALSTAFF

Health and long life to you, Master Silence.

 

SILENCE

Fill the cup and let it come (pass it around).

Singing

I 'll pledge you (drink to you) a mile to the bottom (even if the cup is a mile deep).

 

SHALLOW

Honest Bardolph, welcome. If thou wantest anything and wilt not call, beshrew (curse) thy heart.
Welcome, my little tiny thief (to the page)
And welcome, indeed, too. I 'll drink to Master
Bardolph and to all the cavalleros (gallants) about London.

 

DAVY

I hope to see London once (one day) ere I die.

 

BARDOLPH

An I might see you there, Davy,--

 

SHALLOW

By the mass, you 'll crack (empty) a quart together, ha!
Will you not, Master Bardolph?

 

BARDOLPH

Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot (pot holding two quarts).

 

SHALLOW

By God's liggens (?), I thank thee. The knave will
stick by thee, I can assure thee that. A' will not
out (drop out); he is true bred.

 

BARDOLPH

And I 'll stick by him, sir.

 

SHALLOW

Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing. Be merry.

Knocking within

Look who 's at door there. Ho! Who knocks?

Exit DAVY

 

FALSTAFF

Why, now you have done me right.

To SILENCE, seeing him take off a bumper

 

SILENCE

[Singing]
Do me right (match me drink for drink)
And dub me knight. Samingo (a word from a drinking song).
Is 't not so?

 

FALSTAFF

'T is so.

 

SILENCE

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

Re-enter DAVY

 

DAVY

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

 

FALSTAFF

From the court! Let him come in.

Enter PISTOL

How now, Pistol!

 

PISTOL

Sir John, God save you!

 

FALSTAFF

What wind blew you hither, Pistol?

 

PISTOL

Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet
knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm.
(“It is an ill wind that blows no man good”)

 

SILENCE

By 'r lady (the Virgin Mary), I think a be, but (except for) Goodman Puff of Barson.

 

PISTOL

Puff!
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 (value).

 

FALSTAFF

I pray thee now, deliver them (news) like a man of this world (in plain language).

 

PISTOL

A foutre (fuck) for the world and worldlings base (screw the world)!
I speak of Africa and golden joys.

 

FALSTAFF

O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?
Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
(King Cophetua disliked women but married a beautiful beggar girl)

 

SILENCE

And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.

Singing

 

PISTOL

Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons (the Muses, who lived on Mount Helicon)?
And shall good news be baffled?
Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap (join the truth tellers).
(The Furies punished crimes)

 

SILENCE

Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.

 

PISTOL

Why, then, lament, therefore.

 

SHALLOW

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

 

PISTOL

Under which king, besonian (beggar)? Speak or die.

 

SHALLOW

Under King Harry.

 

PISTOL

Harry the Fourth? or Fifth?

 

SHALLOW

Harry the Fourth.

 

PISTOL

A foutre 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.
(fig me=hold your thumb between your fingers contemptuously, originally Spanish)

 

FALSTAFF

What, is the old king dead?

 

PISTOL

As nail in door. The things I speak are just.
(dead as a doornail)

 

FALSTAFF

Away, Bardolph! Saddle my horse. Master Robert
Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land,
't is thine. Pistol, I will double-charge (load) thee with dignities.

 

BARDOLPH

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

 

PISTOL

What! I do bring good news.

 

FALSTAFF

Carry Master Silence to bed. Master Shallow, my
Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt. I am fortune's
steward. Get on thy boots. We 'll ride all night.
O, sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph!

Exit BARDOLPH

Come, Pistol, utter more to me, and, withal, devise
something to do thyself good. Boot (put on your boots), boot, Master
Shallow. I know the young King is sick for me. Let
us take any man's horses. The laws of England are at
my commandment. Blessed are they that have been my
friends and woe to my Lord Chief Justice!

 

PISTOL

Let vultures vile seize on his lungs, also!
(every day an eagle ate Prometheus’ liver)
'Where is the life that late I led?' say they.
Why, here it is. Welcome these pleasant days!

Exeunt


 

ACT V SCENE IV. London. A street.

 

Enter beadles (police officers), dragging in HOSTESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

No, thou arrant (thoroughgoing) knave. I would to God that I might
die that I might have thee hanged. Thou hast
drawn my shoulder out of joint.

 

FIRST BEADLE

The constables have delivered her over to me, and
she shall have whipping-cheer (a banquet of lashes) enough, I warrant
her. There hath been a man or two lately killed about her.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

 

Nut-hook (slang for a beadle), nut-hook, you lie. Come on. I 'll tell
thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal, an
the child I now go with do miscarry, thou wert
better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou
paper-faced (pale) villain.

 

MISTRESS 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 miscarry!

 

FIRST BEADLE

If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again [to pad her belly to fake pregnancy] -
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 (figure embossed on the glass), I
will have you as soundly swinged (thrashed) for this, you
blue-bottle rogue, you filthy famished correctioner.
(police wore blue uniforms)
If you be not swinged, I'll forswear (stop wearing) half-kirtles (skirts).

 

FIRST BEADLE

Come, come, you she knight-errant (prostitute), come.

 

MISTRESS 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.

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Ay, come, you starved bloodhound.

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

Goodman death, goodman bones!

 

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Thou atomy (anatomy=skeleton), thou!

 

DOLL TEARSHEET

Come, you thin thing. Come you rascal (lean deer).

 

FIRST BEADLE

Very well.

Exeunt


 

ACT V SCENE V. A public place near Westminster Abbey.

 

Enter two grooms, strewing rushes

 

FIRST GROOM

More rushes, more rushes.

 

SECOND GROOM

The trumpets have sounded twice.

 

FIRST GROOM

'T will be two o'clock ere they come from the
coronation. Dispatch, dispatch.

Exeunt

Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and page

 

FALSTAFF

Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow. I will
make the King do you grace (honor). 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. O, if I had had
time to have made new liveries, I would have
bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you, but
't is no matter. This poor show doth better. This
doth infer the zeal I had to see him.

 

SHALLOW

It doth so.

 

FALSTAFF

It shows my earnestness of affection.

 

SHALLOW

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 (change my clothes).

 

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

'T is 'semper idem (always the same),' for 'absque hoc nihil est (apart from this there is nothing).'
't is all in every part.

 

SHALLOW

'T is so, indeed.

 

PISTOL

My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver
And make thee rage.
Thy Doll and Helen (a famous wife) of thy noble thoughts
Is in base durance and contagious prison,
Haled (dragged) thither
By most mechanical (a laborer’s) and dirty hand.
Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell (cruel)
Alecto's snake,
(Alecto was crowned with snakes)
For Doll is in [prison]. Pistol speaks nought but truth.

 

FALSTAFF

I will deliver her.

Shouts within and the trumpets sound

 

PISTOL

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

Enter KING HENRY V 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 (son) of fame!

 

FALSTAFF

God save thee, my sweet boy!

 

KING HENRY V

My Lord Chief Justice, speak to that vain (foolish) man.

LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

Have you your wits? Know you what 't is to 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 become a fool and jester!
I have long dream'd of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swell'd (overfed), 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 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 (supply adequate for living) I will allow you,
That lack of means enforce you not to evil,
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 tenor of our word. Set on.

Exeunt KING HENRY V, & c

 

FALSTAFF

Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.

 

SHALLOW

Yea, marry (by the Virgin Mary), 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 [for] your advancements. I will be the man yet
that shall make you great.

 

SHALLOW

I cannot well perceive how, unless you should 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 color.

 

SHALLOW

A color that I fear you will die in, Sir John.

 

FALSTAFF

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

Re-enter Prince John of LANCASTER, the Lord Chief Justice, officers with them

 

LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

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

 

FALSTAFF

My lord, my lord.

 

LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

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

 

PISTOL

Si fortune me tormenta, spero contenta.
(if fortune torments me, hope contents me)

Exeunt all but PRINCE JOHN and the Lord Chief Justice

 

LANCASTER

I like this fair proceeding of the King's.
He hath intent (intended) his wonted (usual) 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.

 

LANCASTER

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

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

Spoken by a dancer

First my fear, then my courtesy, last my speech.
My fear is, your displeasure; my courtesy, 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 (fear), 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 [and] I break (go bankrupt), and
you, my gentle creditors, lose. Here I promised you
I would be and here I commit my body to your
mercies. Bate (remit) me some, and I will pay you some and,
as most debtors do, promise you infinitely.
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
any thing 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 and so kneel down
before you, but, indeed, [at the same time] to pray for the Queen.