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   King Henry IV, Part II
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 'Twill be two o'clock ere they come from the 
 coronation: dispatch, dispatch. 5
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. 
PISTOL God bless thy lungs, good knight. 10
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 
 'tis no matter; this poor show doth better: this 
 doth infer the zeal I had to see him. 15
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. 20
FALSTAFF As it were, to ride day and night; and not to 
 deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience 
 to shift me,-- 
SHALLOW It is best, certain. 
FALSTAFF But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with 25
 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 'Tis 'semper idem,' for 'obsque hoc nihil est:' 
 'tis all in every part. 30
SHALLOW 'Tis so, indeed. 
PISTOL My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver, 
 And make thee rage. 
 Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts, 
 Is in base durance and contagious prison; 35
 Haled thither 
 By most mechanical and dirty hand: 
 Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell 
 Alecto's snake, 
 For Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth. 40
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 of fame! 
FALSTAFF God save thee, my sweet boy! 45
KING HENRY IV My lord chief-justice, speak to that vain man. 
Lord Chief-Justice Have you your wits? know you what 'tis to speak? 
FALSTAFF My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart! 
KING HENRY IV I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers; 
 How ill white hairs become a fool and jester! 50
 I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, 
 So surfeit-swell'd, 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 55
 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; 60
 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, 65
 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 evil: 
 And, as we hear you do reform yourselves, 70
 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, Sir John; which I beseech you to let me 75
 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 your advancements; I will be the man yet 80
 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. 85
FALSTAFF Sir, I will be as good as my word: this that you 
 heard was but a colour. 
SHALLOW A colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John. 
FALSTAFF Fear no colours: go with me to dinner: come, 
 Lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph: I shall be sent 90
 for soon at night. 
 Re-enter Prince John of LANCASTER, the LordChief-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. 95
 Take them away. 
PISTOL Si fortune me tormenta, spero contenta. 
 Exeunt all but PRINCE JOHN and the LordChief-Justice 
LANCASTER I like this fair proceeding of the king's: 
 He hath intent his wonted followers 
 Shall all be very well provided for; 100
 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. 105
LANCASTER I will lay odds that, ere this year expire, 
 We bear our civil swords and native fire 
 As far as France: I beard a bird so sing, 
 Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king. 
 Come, will you hence? 110
 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 115
 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 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 120
 patience for it and to promise you a better. I 
 meant indeed to pay you with this; which, if like an 
 ill venture it come unluckily home, I break, and 
 you, my gentle creditors, lose. Here I promised you 
 I would be and here I commit my body to your 125
 mercies: bate 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 130
 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. 135
 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, 140
 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, to pray for the queen. 145

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