TPTT The Second Part of Henry the Fourth: ACT V
Introduction
INDUCTION
ACT I
ACT II
ACT III
ACT IV
ACT V
SCENE I. Gloucestershire. SHALLOW'S house.
SCENE II. Westminster. The palace.
SCENE III. Gloucestershire. SHALLOW'S orchard.
SCENE IV. London. A street.
SCENE V. A public place near Westminster Abbey.
EPILOGUE
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SCENE III. Gloucestershire. SHALLOW'S orchard.
Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, DAVY, BARDOLPH, and the Page
SHALLOW
      Nay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour,
      we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing,
      with a dish of caraways, and so forth: come,
      cousin Silence: and then to bed.
FALSTAFF
5     'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.
SHALLOW
      Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all,
      Sir John: marry, good air. Spread, Davy; spread,
      Davy; well said, Davy.
FALSTAFF
      This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your
10    serving-man and your husband.
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 good varlet. Now sit down, now sit
      down: come, cousin.
SILENCE
15    Ah, sirrah! quoth-a, we shall
      Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,

Singing

      And praise God for the merry year;
      When flesh is cheap and females dear,
      And lusty lads roam here and there
20    So merrily,
      And ever among so merrily.
FALSTAFF
      There's a merry heart! Good Master Silence, I'll
      give you a health for that anon.
SHALLOW
      Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.
DAVY
25    Sweet sir, sit; I'll be with you anon. most sweet
      sir, sit. Master page, good master page, sit.
      Proface! What you want in meat, we'll have in drink:
      but you must bear; the heart's all.
Exit
SHALLOW
      Be merry, Master Bardolph; and, my little soldier
30    there, be merry.
SILENCE
      Be merry, be merry, my wife has all;

Singing

      For women are shrews, both short and tall:
      'Tis merry in hall when beards wag all,
      And welcome merry Shrove-tide.
35    Be merry, be merry.
FALSTAFF
      I did not think Master Silence had been a man of
      this mettle.
SILENCE
      Who, I? I have been merry twice and once ere now.
Re-enter DAVY
DAVY
      There's a dish of leather-coats for you.
To BARDOLPH
SHALLOW
40    Davy!
DAVY
      Your worship! I'll be with you straight.

To BARDOLPH

      A cup of wine, sir?
SILENCE
      A cup of wine that's brisk and fine,

Singing

      And drink unto the leman mine;
45    And a merry heart lives long-a.
FALSTAFF
      Well said, Master Silence.
SILENCE
      An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o' the night.
FALSTAFF
      Health and long life to you, Master Silence.
SILENCE
      Fill the cup, and let it come;

Singing

50    I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.
SHALLOW
      Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest any
      thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.
      Welcome, my little tiny thief.

To the Page

      And welcome indeed too. I'll drink to Master
55    Bardolph, and to all the cavaleros about London.
DAVY
      I hove to see London once ere I die.
BARDOLPH
      An I might see you there, Davy,--
SHALLOW
      By the mass, you'll crack a quart together, ha!
      Will you not, Master Bardolph?
BARDOLPH
60    Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot.
SHALLOW
      By God's liggens, I thank thee: the knave will
      stick by thee, I can assure thee that. A' will not
      out; he is true bred.
BARDOLPH
      And I'll stick by him, sir.
SHALLOW
65    Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be merry.

Knocking within

      Look who's at door there, ho! who knocks?
Exit DAVY
FALSTAFF
      Why, now you have done me right.
To SILENCE, seeing him take off a bumper
SILENCE
      Do me right,
70    And dub me knight: Samingo.
      Is't not so?
FALSTAFF
      'Tis so.
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
75    from the 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?
PISTOL
80    Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet
      knight, 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!
      Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
85    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.
FALSTAFF
      I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this world.
PISTOL
90    A foutre for the world and worldlings base!
      I speak of Africa and golden joys.
FALSTAFF
      O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?
      Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
SILENCE
      And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.
Singing
PISTOL
95    Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
      And shall good news be baffled?
      Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.
SILENCE
      Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
PISTOL
      Why then, lament therefore.
SHALLOW
100   Give me pardon, sir: if, sir, you come with news
      from the court, I take it there's but two ways,
      either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am,
      sir, under the king, in some authority.
PISTOL
      Under which king, Besonian? speak, or die.
SHALLOW
105   Under King Harry.
PISTOL
      Harry the Fourth? or Fifth?
SHALLOW
      Harry the Fourth.
PISTOL
      A foutre for thine office!
      Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king;
110   Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth:
      When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like
      The bragging Spaniard.
FALSTAFF
      What, is the old king dead?
PISTOL
      As nail in door: the things I speak are just.
FALSTAFF
115   Away, Bardolph! saddle my horse. Master Robert
      Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land,
      'tis thine. Pistol, I will double-charge thee with dignities.
BARDOLPH
      O joyful day!
      I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.
PISTOL
120   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 thy boots: we'll ride all night.
      O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph!

Exit BARDOLPH

125   Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal devise
      something to do thyself good. Boot, boot, Master
      Shallow: 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 are they that have been my
130   friends; and woe to my lord chief-justice!
PISTOL
      Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
      'Where is the life that late I led?' say they:
      Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days!
Exeunt
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