Open Source Shakespeare

History of Henry IV, Part II

Act V

Scene 1. Gloucestershire. SHALLOW’S house

Scene 2. Westminster. The palace

Scene 3. Gloucestershire. SHALLOW’S orchard

Scene 4. London. A street

Scene 5. Westminster. Near the Abbey

• To print this text, click here
• To save this text, go to your browser's File menu, then select Save As


Act V, Scene 1

Gloucestershire. SHALLOW’S house



  • Robert Shallow. By cock and pie, sir, you shall not away to-night. 3140
    What, Davy, I say!
  • Falstaff. You must excuse me, Master Robert Shallow.
  • Robert Shallow. I will not excuse you; you shall not be excus'd;
    shall not be admitted; there is no excuse shall serve; you
    not be excus'd. Why, Davy! 3145

Enter DAVY

  • Davy. Here, sir.
  • Robert Shallow. Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy; let me see, Davy; let me see, 3150
    Davy; let me see—yea, marry, William cook, bid him come
    Sir John, you shall not be excus'd.
  • Davy. Marry, sir, thus: those precepts cannot be served; and,
    again, sir—shall we sow the headland with wheat? 3155
  • Robert Shallow. With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook—are there
    young pigeons?
  • Davy. Yes, sir. Here is now the smith's note for shoeing and
    plough-irons. 3160
  • Robert Shallow. Let it be cast, and paid. Sir John, you shall not be
  • Davy. Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must needs be had;
    sir, do you mean to stop any of William's wages about the
    lost the other day at Hinckley fair? 3165
  • Robert Shallow. 'A shall answer it. Some pigeons, Davy, a couple of
    short-legg'd hens, a joint of mutton, and any pretty little
    kickshaws, tell William cook. 3170
  • Davy. Doth the man of war stay all night, sir?
  • Robert Shallow. Yea, Davy; I will use him well. A friend i' th' court
    better than a penny in purse. Use his men well, Davy; for
    are arrant knaves and will backbite. 3175
  • Davy. No worse than they are backbitten, sir; for they have
    marvellous foul linen.
  • Robert Shallow. Well conceited, Davy—about thy business, Davy. 3180
  • Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor of
    against Clement Perkes o' th' hill.
  • Robert Shallow. There, is many complaints, Davy, against that Visor.
    Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge. 3185
  • 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 serv'd your worship 3190
    sir, this eight years; an I cannot once or twice in a quarter
    bear out a knave against an honest man, I have but a very
    credit with your worship. The knave is mine honest friend,
    therefore, I beseech you, let him be countenanc'd.
  • Robert Shallow. Go to; I say he shall have no wrong. Look about,
  • Davy. [Exit DAVY] Where are you, Sir John? Come, come, come,
    with your boots. Give me your hand, Master Bardolph. 3200
  • Bardolph. I am glad to see your worship.
  • Robert Shallow. I thank thee with all my heart, kind Master Bardolph.
    [To the PAGE] And welcome, my tall fellow. Come, Sir John.
  • Falstaff. I'll follow you, good Master Robert Shallow. 3205
    [Exit SHALLOW] Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt
    and PAGE]
    If I were sawed into quantities, I should make
    dozen of such bearded hermits' staves as Master Shallow. It
    wonderful thing to see the semblable coherence of his men's
    spirits and his. They, by observing of him, do bear 3210
    like foolish justices: he, by conversing with them, is turned
    into a justice-like serving-man. Their spirits are so married
    conjunction with the participation of society that they flock
    together in consent, like so many wild geese. If I had a suit
    Master Shallow, I would humour his men with the imputation of 3215
    being near their master; if to his men, I would curry with
    Shallow that no man could better command his servants. It is
    certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is
    as men take diseases, one of another; therefore let men take
    of their company. I will devise matter enough out of this 3220
    to keep Prince Harry in continual laughter the wearing out of
    fashions, which is four terms, or two actions; and 'a shall
    without intervallums. O, it is much that a lie with a slight
    oath, and a jest with a sad brow will do with a fellow that
    had the ache in his shoulders! O, you shall see him laugh 3225
    his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up!
  • Robert Shallow. [Within] Sir John!
  • Falstaff. I come, Master Shallow; I come, Master Shallow.



Act V, Scene 2

Westminster. The palace


Enter, severally, WARWICK, and the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE

  • Earl of Warwick. How now, my Lord Chief Justice; whither away? 3245
  • Lord Chief Justice. How doth the King?
  • Earl of Warwick. Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended.
  • Lord Chief Justice. I hope, not dead.
  • Earl of Warwick. He's walk'd the way of nature;
    And to our purposes he lives no more. 3250
  • Lord Chief Justice. I would his Majesty had call'd me with him.
    The service that I truly did his life
    Hath left me open to all injuries.
  • Earl of Warwick. Indeed, I think the young king loves you not.
  • Lord Chief Justice. I know he doth not, and do arm myself 3255
    To welcome the condition of the time,
    Which cannot look more hideously upon me
    Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.


  • Earl of Warwick. Here comes the heavy issue of dead Harry. 3260
    O that the living Harry had the temper
    Of he, the worst of these three gentlemen!
    How many nobles then should hold their places
    That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!
  • Lord Chief Justice. O God, I fear all will be overturn'd. 3265
  • Prince John. Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good morrow.
  • Prince Humphrey. [with CLARENCE:] Good morrow, cousin.
  • Prince John. We meet like men that had forgot to speak.
  • Earl of Warwick. We do remember; but our argument
    Is all too heavy to admit much talk. 3270
  • Prince John. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!
  • Lord Chief Justice. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier!
  • Prince Humphrey. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend
    And I dare swear you borrow not that face
    Of seeming sorrow—it is sure your own. 3275
  • Prince John. Though no man be assur'd what grace to find,
    You stand in coldest expectation.
    I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise.
  • Prince Thomas. Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair; 3280
    Which swims against your stream of quality.
  • Lord Chief Justice. Sweet Princes, what I did, I did in honour,
    Led by th' impartial conduct of my soul;
    And never shall you see that I will beg
    A ragged and forestall'd remission. 3285
    If truth and upright innocency fail me,
    I'll to the King my master that is dead,
    And tell him who hath sent me after him.
  • Earl of Warwick. Here comes the Prince.

Enter KING HENRY THE FIFTH, attended

  • Lord Chief Justice. Good morrow, and God save your Majesty!
  • Henry IV. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,
    Sits not so easy on me as you think.
    Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear.
    This is the English, not the Turkish court; 3295
    Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,
    But Harry Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers,
    For, by my faith, it very well becomes you.
    Sorrow so royally in you appears
    That I will deeply put the fashion on, 3300
    And wear it in my heart. Why, then, be sad;
    But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
    Than a joint burden laid upon us all.
    For me, by heaven, I bid you be assur'd,
    I'll be your father and your brother too; 3305
    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.
  • Brothers. We hope no otherwise from your Majesty. 3310
  • Henry V. You all look strangely on me; and you most.
    You are, I think, assur'd I love you not.
  • Lord Chief Justice. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,
    Your Majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
  • Henry V. No? 3315
    How might a prince of my great hopes forget
    So great indignities you laid upon me?
    What, rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison,
    Th' immediate heir of England! Was this easy?
    May this be wash'd in Lethe and forgotten? 3320
  • Lord Chief Justice. I then did use the person of your father;
    The image of his power lay then in me;
    And in th' administration of his law,
    Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,
    Your Highness pleased to forget my place, 3325
    The majesty and power of law and justice,
    The image of the King whom I presented,
    And struck me in my very seat of judgment;
    Whereon, as an offender to your father,
    I gave bold way to my authority 3330
    And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
    Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
    To have a son set your decrees at nought,
    To pluck down justice from your awful bench,
    To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword 3335
    That guards the peace and safety of your person;
    Nay, more, to spurn at your most royal image,
    And mock your workings in a second body.
    Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours;
    Be now the father, and propose a son; 3340
    Hear your own dignity so much profan'd,
    See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted,
    Behold yourself so by a son disdain'd;
    And then imagine me taking your part
    And, in your power, soft silencing your son. 3345
    After this cold considerance, sentence me;
    And, as you are a king, speak in your state
    What I have done that misbecame my place,
    My person, or my liege's sovereignty.
  • Henry V. You are right, Justice, and you weigh this well; 3350
    Therefore still bear the balance and the sword;
    And I do wish your honours may increase
    Till you do live to see a son of mine
    Offend you, and obey you, as I did.
    So shall I live to speak my father's words: 3355
    'Happy am I that have a man so bold
    That dares do justice on my proper son;
    And not less happy, having such a son
    That would deliver up his greatness so
    Into the hands of justice.' You did commit me; 3360
    For which I do commit into your hand
    Th' unstained sword that you have us'd to bear;
    With this remembrance—that you use the same
    With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit
    As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand. 3365
    You shall be as a father to my youth;
    My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear;
    And I will stoop and humble my intents
    To your well-practis'd wise directions.
    And, Princes all, believe me, I beseech you, 3370
    My father is gone wild into his grave,
    For in his tomb lie my affections;
    And with his spirits sadly I survive,
    To mock the expectation of the world,
    To frustrate prophecies, and to raze out 3375
    Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
    After my seeming. The tide of blood in me
    Hath proudly flow'd in vanity till now.
    Now doth it turn and ebb back to the sea,
    Where it shall mingle with the state of floods, 3380
    And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
    Now call we our high court of parliament;
    And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel,
    That the great body of our state may go
    In equal rank with the best govern'd nation; 3385
    That war, or peace, or both at once, may be
    As things acquainted and familiar to us;
    In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.
    Our coronation done, we will accite,
    As I before rememb'red, all our state; 3390
    And—God consigning to my good intents-
    No prince nor peer shall have just cause to say,
    God shorten Harry's happy life one day. Exeunt


Act V, Scene 3

Gloucestershire. SHALLOW’S orchard



  • Robert Shallow. Nay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour, we 3395
    will eat a last year's pippin of mine own graffing, with a
    of caraways, and so forth. Come, cousin Silence. And then to
  • Falstaff. Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and rich. 3400
  • Robert Shallow. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, Sir
    -marry, good air. Spread, Davy, spread, Davy; well said,
  • Falstaff. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your 3405
    serving-man and your husband.
  • Robert Shallow. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir
    John. By the mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper. A
    varlet. Now sit down, now sit down; come, cousin.
  • Silence. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a—we shall [Singing]
    Do nothing but eat and make good cheer,
    And praise God for the merry year;
    When flesh is cheap and females dear,
    And lusty lads roam here and there, 3415
    So merrily,
    And ever among so merrily.
  • Falstaff. There's a merry heart! Good Master Silence, I'll give
    a health for that anon.
  • Robert Shallow. Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.
  • Davy. Sweet sir, sit; I'll be with you anon; most sweet sir,
    Master Page, good Master Page, sit. Proface! What you want in
    meat, we'll have in drink. But you must bear; the heart's
  • Robert Shallow. Be merry, Master Bardolph; and, my little soldier
    be merry.
  • Silence. [Singing]
    Be merry, be merry, my wife has all;
    For women are shrews, both short and tall;
    'Tis merry in hall when beards wag an;
    And welcome merry Shrove-tide. 3435
    Be merry, be merry.
  • Falstaff. I did not think Master Silence had been a man of this
  • Silence. Who, I? I have been merry twice and once ere now.

Re-enter DAVY

  • Davy. [To BARDOLPH] There's a dish of leather-coats for you.
  • Robert Shallow. Davy!
  • Davy. Your worship! I'll be with you straight. [To BARDOLPH]
    A cup of wine, sir?
  • Silence. [Singing] 3445
    A cup of wine that's brisk and fine,
    And drink unto the leman 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' th' 3450
  • Falstaff. Health and long life to you, Master Silence!
  • Silence. [Singing]
    Fill the cup, and let it come,
    I'll pledge you a mile to th' bottom. 3455
  • Robert Shallow. Honest Bardolph, welcome; if thou want'st anything and
    wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. Welcome, my little tiny
    and welcome indeed too. I'll drink to Master Bardolph, and to
    the cabileros about London.
  • Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die.
  • Bardolph. An I might see you there, Davy!
  • Robert Shallow. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together—ha! will
    not, Master Bardolph? 3465
  • Bardolph. Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot.
  • Robert Shallow. By God's liggens, I thank thee. The knave will stick
    thee, I can assure thee that. 'A will not out, 'a; 'tis true
    bred. 3470
  • Bardolph. And I'll stick by him, sir.
  • Robert Shallow. Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing; be merry.
    [One knocks at door] Look who's at door there, ho! Who


  • Falstaff. [To SILENCE, who has drunk a bumper] Why, now you
    done me right.
  • Silence. [Singing] 3480
    Do me right,
    And dub me knight.
    Is't not so?
  • Falstaff. 'Tis so. 3485
  • 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
    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? 3495
  • Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet
    thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm.
  • Silence. By'r lady, I think 'a be, but goodman Puff of Barson.
  • Pistol. Puff! 3500
    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. 3505
  • Falstaff. I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this
  • Pistol. A foutra for the world and worldlings base!
    I speak of Africa and golden joys.
  • Falstaff. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news? 3510
    Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
  • Silence. [Singing] And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.
  • Pistol. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
    And shall good news be baffled?
    Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap. 3515
  • Robert Shallow. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
  • Pistol. Why, then, lament therefore.
  • Robert Shallow. Give me pardon, sir. If, sir, you come with news from
    court, I take it there's but two ways—either to utter them
    conceal them. I am, sir, under the King, in some authority. 3520
  • Pistol. Under which king, Bezonian? Speak, or die.
  • Robert Shallow. Under King Harry.
  • Pistol. Harry the Fourth—or Fifth? 3525
  • Robert Shallow. Harry the Fourth.
  • Pistol. A foutra for thine office!
    Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is King;
    Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth.
    When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like 3530
    The bragging Spaniard.
  • Falstaff. What, is the old king dead?
  • Pistol. As nail in door. The things I speak are just.
  • Falstaff. Away, Bardolph! saddle my horse. Master Robert
    choose what office thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine. Pistol, 3535
    will double-charge thee with dignities.
  • Bardolph. O joyful day!
    I would not take a knighthood for my fortune. 3540
  • 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
    boots; we'll ride all night. O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph!
    [Exit BARDOLPH] Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal 3545
    devise something to do thyself good. Boot, boot, Master
    I know the young King is sick for me. Let us take any man's
    horses: the laws of England are at my commandment. Blessed
    they that have been my friends; and woe to my Lord Chief
  • Pistol. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
    'Where is the life that late I led?' say they. 3555
    Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days! Exeunt


Act V, Scene 4

London. A street



  • Hostess Quickly. No, thou arrant knave; I would to God that I might die,
    that I might have thee hang'd. Thou hast drawn my shoulder out of
    joint. 3560
  • First Beadle. The constables have delivered her over to me; and she
    shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant her. There hath been
    a man or two lately kill'd about her.
  • Doll Tearsheet. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell thee what,
    thou damn'd tripe-visag'd rascal, an the child I now go with do 3565
    miscarry, thou wert better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou
    paper-fac'd villain.
  • Hostess Quickly. O the Lord, that Sir John were come! He would make this a
    bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her womb
    miscarry! 3570
  • First Beadle. If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again;
    you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go with me; for
    the man is dead that you and Pistol beat amongst you.
  • Doll Tearsheet. I'll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I will have you
    as soundly swing'd for this—you blue-bottle rogue, you filthy 3575
    famish'd correctioner, if you be not swing'd, I'll forswear
  • First Beadle. Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.
  • Hostess Quickly. O God, that right should thus overcome might!
    Well, of sufferance comes ease. 3580
  • Doll Tearsheet. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.
  • Hostess Quickly. Ay, come, you starv'd bloodhound.
  • Doll Tearsheet. Goodman death, goodman bones!
  • Hostess Quickly. Thou atomy, thou!
  • Doll Tearsheet. Come, you thin thing! come, you rascal! 3585
  • First Beadle. Very well. Exeunt


Act V, Scene 5

Westminster. Near the Abbey


Enter GROOMS, strewing rushes

  • First Groom. More rushes, more rushes!
  • Second Groom. The trumpets have sounded twice.
  • Third Groom. 'Twill be two o'clock ere they come from the 3590
    coronation. Dispatch, dispatch. Exeunt

Trumpets sound, and the KING and his train pass over the stage. After them enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and page

  • Falstaff. Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow; I will make the
    King do you grace. I will leer upon him, as 'a comes by; and do
    but mark the countenance that he will give me. 3595
  • Pistol. God bless thy lungs, good knight!
  • Falstaff. Come here, Pistol; stand behind me. [To SHALLOW] O, if
    I had had to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the
    thousand pound I borrowed of you. But 'tis no matter; this poor
    show doth better; this doth infer the zeal I had to see him. 3600
  • Robert Shallow. It doth so.
  • Falstaff. It shows my earnestness of affection-
  • Robert Shallow. It doth so.
  • Falstaff. My devotion—
  • Robert Shallow. It doth, it doth, it doth. 3605
  • Falstaff. As it were, to ride day and night; and not to
    not to remember, not to have patience to shift me—
  • Robert Shallow. It is best, certain.
  • Falstaff. But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with 3610
    desire to see him; thinking of nothing else, putting all
    else in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done
    see him.
  • Pistol. 'Tis 'semper idem' for 'obsque hoc nihil est.' 'Tis all
    every part.
  • Robert Shallow. 'Tis so, indeed.
  • Pistol. My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver 3620
    And make thee rage.
    Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
    Is in base durance and contagious prison;
    Hal'd thither
    By most mechanical and dirty hand. 3625
    Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto's snake,
    For Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.
  • Falstaff. I will deliver her.

[Shouts,within, and the trumpets sound]

  • Pistol. There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds. 3630

Enter the KING and his train, the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE among them

  • Falstaff. God save thy Grace, King Hal; my royal Hal!
  • Pistol. The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of
  • Falstaff. God save thee, my sweet boy! 3635
  • Henry V. My Lord Chief Justice, speak to that vain man.
  • Lord Chief Justice. Have you your wits? Know you what 'tis you
  • Falstaff. My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!
  • Henry V. I know thee not, old man. Fall to thy prayers. 3640
    How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
    I have long dreamt of such a kind of man,
    So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane;
    But being awak'd, I do despise my dream.
    Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace; 3645
    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, 3650
    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. 3655
    Till then I banish thee, on pain of death,
    As I have done the rest of my misleaders,
    Not to come near our person by ten mile.
    For competence of life I will allow you,
    That lack of means enforce you not to evils; 3660
    And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,
    We will, according to your strengths and qualities,
    Give you advancement. Be it your charge, my lord,
    To see perform'd the tenour of our word.
    Set on. Exeunt the KING and his train 3665
  • Falstaff. Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pounds.
  • Robert Shallow. Yea, marry, Sir John; which I beseech you to let me
    home with me.
  • Falstaff. That can hardly be, Master Shallow. Do not you grieve 3670
    this; I shall be sent for in private to him. Look you, he
    seem thus to the world. Fear not your advancements; I will be
    man yet that shall make you great.
  • Robert Shallow. I cannot perceive how, unless you give me your
    and stuff me out with straw. I beseech you, good Sir John,
    have five hundred of my thousand.
  • Falstaff. Sir, I will be as good as my word. This that you
    was but a colour.
  • Robert Shallow. A colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John. 3685
  • Falstaff. Fear no colours; go with me to dinner. Come,
    Pistol; come, Bardolph. I shall be sent for soon at night.

Re-enter PRINCE JOHN, the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE, with officers

  • Lord Chief Justice. Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet; 3690
    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 fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta. 3695


  • Prince John. I like this fair proceeding of the King's.
    He hath intent his wonted followers
    Shall all be very well provided for;
    But all are banish'd till their conversations 3700
    Appear more wise and modest to the world.
  • Lord Chief Justice. And so they are.
  • Prince John. The King hath call'd his parliament, my lord.
  • Lord Chief Justice. He hath.
  • Prince John. I will lay odds that, ere this year expire, 3705
    We bear our civil swords and native fire
    As far as France. I heard a bird so sing,
    Whose music, to my thinking, pleas'd the King.
    Come, will you hence? Exeunt


  • Dancer. First my fear, then my curtsy, last my speech. My fear, is your
    displeasure; my curtsy, my duty; and my speech, to beg your pardons.
    If you look for a good speech now, you undo me; for what I have
    to say is of mine own making; and what, indeed, I should say will, I doubt,
    prove mine own marring. But to the purpose, and so to the 3715

    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 3720
    ill venture it come unluckily home, I break, and you, my gentle
    creditors, lose. Here I promis'd you I would be, and here I
    commit my body to your mercies. Bate me some, and I will pay you some,
    and, as most debtors do, promise you infinitely; and so I kneel down
    before you—but, indeed, to pray for the Queen. 3725

    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 3730
    forgiven me. If the gentlemen will not, then the gentlemen do not agree
    with the gentlewomen, which was never seen before in such an assembly.

    One word more, I beseech you. If you be not too much cloy'd
    with fat meat, our humble author will continue the story, with Sir John in 3735
    it, and make you merry with fair Katherine of France; where, for
    anything I know, Falstaff shall die of a sweat, unless already 'a
    be killed with your hard opinions; for Oldcastle died a martyr and
    this is not the man. My tongue is weary; when my legs are too, I will
    bid you good night. 3740