Act V, Scene v

[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.

[Exeunt.]

[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.

PISTOL.:

God bless thy lungs, good knight!

FALSTAFF.:

Come here, Pistol; stand behind me. 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.

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,—

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.:

'Tis "semper idem," for "obsque hoc nihil est:" 'tis all in

every part.

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;

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.

FALSTAFF.:

I will deliver her.

[Shouts, within, and the trumpets sound.]

PISTOL.:

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

[Enter the King and his train, the Lord Chief-Justice amongthem.]

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!

KING.:

My lord chief-justice, speak to that vain man.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

Have you your wits? know you what 'tis you speak?

FALSTAFF.:

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

KING.:

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, 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 I will allow you,

That lack of means enforce you not to evils:

And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,

We will, according to your strengths and qualities,

Give you advancement. Be it your charge, my lord,

To see perform'd the tenour of our word.

Set on.

[Exeunt King, &c.]

FALSTAFF.:

Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pounds.

SHALLOW.:

Yea, marry, 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 your advancements; I will be the man yet

that shall make you great.

SHALLOW.:

I cannot perceive how, unless you 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 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 for soon at night.

[Re-enter Prince John, the Lord Chief-Justice; Officers withthem.]

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet:

Take all his company along with him.

FALSTAFF.:

My lord, my lord,—

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

I cannot now speak: I will hear you soon.

Take them away.

PISTOL.:

Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta.

[Exeunt all but Prince John and the Lord Chief-Justice.]

LANCASTER.:

I like this fair proceeding of the king's:

He hath intent his wonted followers

Shall all be very well provided for;

But all are banish'd till their conversations

Appear more wise and modest to the world.

CHIEF JUSTICE.:

And so they are.

LANCASTER.:

The king hath call'd his parliament, my 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.]