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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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
5     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
10    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
15    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
20    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.
25    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,
30    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.
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