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Act V, Scene 5
1A public place near Westminster Abbey.
2Enter two Grooms, strewing rushes.
3First GroomMore rushes, more rushes.
4Second GroomThe trumpets have sounded twice.
5First Groom’Twill be two o’clock ere they come from the coronation: dispatch, dispatch. Exeunt.
6Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph, and Page.
7FalstaffStand 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.
8PistolGod bless thy lungs, good knight.
9FalstaffCome 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.
10ShallowIt doth so.
11FalstaffIt shows my earnestness of affection—
12ShallowIt doth so.
13FalstaffMy devotion—
14ShallowIt doth, it doth, it doth.
15FalstaffAs it were, to ride day and night; and not to deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience to shift me—
16ShallowIt is best, certain.
17FalstaffBut 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.
18Pistol’Tis “semper idem,” for “obsque hoc nihil est:” ’tis all in every part.
19Shallow’Tis so, indeed.
20PistolMy 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.
21FalstaffI will deliver her. Shouts within, and the trumpets sound.
22PistolThere roar’d the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.
23Enter the King and his train, the Lord Chief-Justice among them.
24FalstaffGod save thy grace, King Hal! my royal Hal!
25PistolThe heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!
26FalstaffGod save thee, my sweet boy!
27KingMy lord chief-justice, speak to that vain man.
28Chief-JusticeHave you your wits? know you what ’tis to speak?
29FalstaffMy king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!
30KingI 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 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 tenour of our word. Set on. Exeunt King, etc.
31FalstaffMaster Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.
32ShallowYea, marry, Sir John; which I beseech you to let me have home with me.
33FalstaffThat 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.
34ShallowI 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.
35FalstaffSir, I will be as good as my word: this that you heard was but a colour.
36ShallowA colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John.
37FalstaffFear no colours: go with me to dinner: come, Lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph: I shall be sent for soon at night.
38Reenter Prince John, the Lord Chief-Justice; Officers with them.
39Chief-JusticeGo, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet:
Take all his company along with him.
40FalstaffMy lord, my lord—
41Chief-JusticeI cannot now speak: I will hear you soon.
Take them away.
42PistolSi fortune me tormenta, spero contenta. Exeunt all but Prince John and the Chief-Justice.
43LancasterI 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.
44Chief-JusticeAnd so they are.
45LancasterThe king hath call’d his parliament, my lord.
46Chief-JusticeHe hath.
47LancasterI 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? Exeunt.