Henry IV, Part II - William Shakespeare (mind reading books .txt) 📗

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 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! King My lord chief-justice, speak to that vain man. Chief-Justice Have you your wits? know you what ’tis to 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 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.

Falstaff Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound. 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 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 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 with them. 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 fortune me tormenta, spero contenta. Exeunt all but Prince John and the 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 beard 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, 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, I break, and you, my gentle creditors, lose. Here I promised 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.

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