Henry IV - Part 1

0:01:09 > 0:01:12Sorry!

0:01:41 > 0:01:44SNORING

0:01:50 > 0:01:53SNORING GETS LOUDER

0:02:23 > 0:02:26LAUGHS Now, Hal...

0:02:30 > 0:02:32What time of day is it, lad?

0:02:32 > 0:02:36What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day?

0:02:36 > 0:02:40Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes capons

0:02:40 > 0:02:42and clocks the tongues of bawds and dials

0:02:42 > 0:02:45the signs of leaping-houses and the blessed sun himself

0:02:45 > 0:02:48a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta,

0:02:48 > 0:02:51I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous

0:02:51 > 0:02:53to demand the time of the day.

0:02:54 > 0:02:58Hang yourself, you muddy conger...

0:02:58 > 0:03:01My liege, the noble Mortimer, leading the men of Herefordshire

0:03:01 > 0:03:05to fight against the irregular and wild Glendower

0:03:05 > 0:03:09was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken.

0:03:09 > 0:03:11A thousand of his people butchered.

0:03:11 > 0:03:13Upon his dead corpse there was such misuse,

0:03:13 > 0:03:16such beastly shameless transformation, by those Welshwomen

0:03:16 > 0:03:18done as may not be without much shame retold or spoken of...

0:03:18 > 0:03:22It seems then that the tidings of this broil

0:03:22 > 0:03:25break off our business for the Holy Land.

0:03:25 > 0:03:28This, matched with other does, my gracious lord,

0:03:28 > 0:03:32For more uneven and unwelcome news comes from the north

0:03:32 > 0:03:34and thus it does import.

0:03:34 > 0:03:36The gallant Hotspur there, young Harry Percy

0:03:36 > 0:03:40and the brave Douglas, that ever-valiant and approved Scot,

0:03:40 > 0:03:44at Holmedon met - where they did spend a sad and bloody hour.

0:03:44 > 0:03:47Despite discharge of their artillery,

0:03:47 > 0:03:50and shape of likelihood, the news is told,

0:03:50 > 0:03:53for he that brought it, in the very heat and pride of their contention

0:03:53 > 0:03:55did take horse, uncertain of the issue any way.

0:03:55 > 0:04:01Here is a dear, true, industrious friend,

0:04:01 > 0:04:04Sir Walter Blunt,

0:04:04 > 0:04:06hath brought us welcome news.

0:04:06 > 0:04:10The Earl of Douglas is discomfited.

0:04:11 > 0:04:1610,000 bold Scots, two and twenty knights,

0:04:16 > 0:04:19balked in their own blood, did Sir Walter see.

0:04:21 > 0:04:27Of prisoners, Hotspur took Mordake,

0:04:27 > 0:04:33the Earl of Fife, the Earls of Athol, of Murray, Angus and Menteith.

0:04:33 > 0:04:37Is not this an honourable spoil?

0:04:37 > 0:04:39A gallant prize, ha, cousin, is it not?

0:04:39 > 0:04:42It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.

0:04:44 > 0:04:48Yea, there thou makest me sad

0:04:48 > 0:04:51and makest me sin in envy that my Lord Northumberland

0:04:51 > 0:04:54should be the father to so blest a son.

0:04:54 > 0:04:59Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him,

0:04:59 > 0:05:05see riot and dishonour stain the brow of my young Harry.

0:05:09 > 0:05:13O that it could be proved that some night-tripping fairy

0:05:13 > 0:05:17did exchange in cradle-clothes our children where they lay

0:05:17 > 0:05:21and called mine Percy,

0:05:21 > 0:05:24his Plantagenet.

0:05:26 > 0:05:29Then would I have his Harry

0:05:29 > 0:05:32and he mine.

0:05:33 > 0:05:36But I prithee, sweet wag,

0:05:36 > 0:05:39shall there be gallows standing in England when thou art king?

0:05:39 > 0:05:41Do not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief?

0:05:41 > 0:05:43Er, no, thou shalt.

0:05:43 > 0:05:45Oh!

0:05:45 > 0:05:50Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave judge.

0:05:50 > 0:05:51Thou judgest false already.

0:05:51 > 0:05:54I mean, thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves

0:05:54 > 0:05:56and so become a rare hangman.

0:05:58 > 0:06:00Well, Hal, well,

0:06:00 > 0:06:04and in some sort it jumps

0:06:04 > 0:06:08with my humour as well as waiting in the court, I can tell you.

0:06:10 > 0:06:12But, I prithee, trouble me no more with vanity.

0:06:14 > 0:06:17I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity

0:06:17 > 0:06:19of good names were to be bought.

0:06:19 > 0:06:21An old lord of the council rated me

0:06:21 > 0:06:25the other day in the street about you, sir,

0:06:25 > 0:06:28but I marked him not.

0:06:28 > 0:06:31And yet he talked very wisely but I regarded him not.

0:06:31 > 0:06:36And yet he talked wisely and in the street too.

0:06:36 > 0:06:37Thou didst well,

0:06:37 > 0:06:40for wisdom cries out in the street

0:06:40 > 0:06:42and no man regards it.

0:06:44 > 0:06:47O, let him from my thoughts.

0:06:52 > 0:06:58Well, what think you, coz, of this young Percy's pride?

0:06:58 > 0:07:02The prisoners, which he in this adventure hath surprised,

0:07:02 > 0:07:05to his own use he keeps,

0:07:05 > 0:07:08and sends me word I shall have none

0:07:08 > 0:07:11but Mordake, Earl of Fife.

0:07:14 > 0:07:16This is his uncle's teaching, this is Worcester.

0:07:16 > 0:07:20Malevolent to you in all aspects,

0:07:20 > 0:07:22which makes him prune himself

0:07:22 > 0:07:24and bristle up the crest of youth against your dignity.

0:07:24 > 0:07:27Well, we will send for him to answer this.

0:07:27 > 0:07:32Thou hast done much harm upon me, Hal, God forgive thee for it.

0:07:32 > 0:07:36Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing, and now am I,

0:07:36 > 0:07:39if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.

0:07:41 > 0:07:43I must give over this life

0:07:43 > 0:07:46and I will give it over by the Lord.

0:07:46 > 0:07:48And I do not, I'm a villain.

0:07:48 > 0:07:50Where shall we take a purse tomorrow, Jack?

0:07:54 > 0:07:58'Zounds, where thou wilt, lad, and I'll make one.

0:07:58 > 0:08:01An I do not, call me villain and baffle me.

0:08:01 > 0:08:04I see a good amendment of life in thee - from praying to purse-taking.

0:08:04 > 0:08:07Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal,

0:08:07 > 0:08:11'tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.

0:08:11 > 0:08:12Ah, Poins!

0:08:12 > 0:08:16Hey, good morning! Good morrow, sweet.

0:08:16 > 0:08:18What says Sir John Sack and Sugar?

0:08:19 > 0:08:23Tomorrow morning, by four o'clock, there are pilgrims

0:08:23 > 0:08:26going to Canterbury with rich offerings

0:08:26 > 0:08:28and traders riding to London.

0:08:28 > 0:08:34If you will go, I will stuff your purses full of crowns.

0:08:34 > 0:08:36If you will not, tarry at home and be hanged.

0:08:36 > 0:08:40Hear ye, Yedward, if I tarry at home and go not, I'll hang you for going.

0:08:40 > 0:08:43You will, chops?

0:08:43 > 0:08:45Hal, wilt thou make one?

0:08:45 > 0:08:47Who, I rob? I a thief? Not I, by my faith.

0:08:47 > 0:08:51There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not

0:08:51 > 0:08:53of the blood royal if thou darest not stand for ten shillings.

0:08:53 > 0:08:56Well then, once in my days I'll be a madcap.

0:08:56 > 0:08:59- Why, that's well said.- Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home.

0:08:59 > 0:09:02- By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou art king.- I care not.

0:09:02 > 0:09:08I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure that he shall go.

0:09:08 > 0:09:12Well, God give thee the spirit of persuasion

0:09:12 > 0:09:15and him the ears of profiting.

0:09:16 > 0:09:20Farewell, thou latter spring.

0:09:27 > 0:09:31Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us tomorrow.

0:09:31 > 0:09:33I've a jest to execute that I cannot manage alone.

0:09:33 > 0:09:37Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto shall rob these men. Yourself and I will not be there.

0:09:37 > 0:09:41When they have the booty, if you and I do not rob them,

0:09:41 > 0:09:43cut this head off from my shoulders.

0:09:44 > 0:09:48Yea, but 'tis like they will know us by our habits

0:09:48 > 0:09:50and by every other appointment to be ourselves.

0:09:50 > 0:09:54I have buckram cloaks to mask our noted outward garments.

0:09:54 > 0:09:56Yea, but they will be too hard for us.

0:09:56 > 0:09:59Well, for two of them, I know them to be as true-bred cowards as ever turned back,

0:09:59 > 0:10:02and for the third, if he fights longer than he sees reason,

0:10:02 > 0:10:03I'll forswear arms.

0:10:03 > 0:10:08The virtue of this jest will be the incomprehensible lies

0:10:08 > 0:10:11this same fat rogue will tell us when we meet at supper.

0:10:15 > 0:10:17Provide us all things necessary

0:10:17 > 0:10:20and meet me here tomorrow night. Farewell.

0:10:20 > 0:10:22Farewell, my lord.

0:10:31 > 0:10:34I know you all

0:10:34 > 0:10:38and will awhile uphold the unyoked humour of your idleness.

0:10:41 > 0:10:43Yet herein will I imitate the sun,

0:10:43 > 0:10:47who doth permit the base contagious clouds

0:10:47 > 0:10:50to smother up his beauty from the world,

0:10:50 > 0:10:53that, when he please again to be himself,

0:10:53 > 0:10:56being wanted, he may be more wondered at,

0:10:56 > 0:10:59by breaking through the foul and ugly mists of vapours

0:10:59 > 0:11:01that did seem to strangle him.

0:11:03 > 0:11:06If all the year were playing holidays, to sport

0:11:06 > 0:11:10would be as tedious as to work.

0:11:10 > 0:11:14But when they seldom come, they wished for come,

0:11:14 > 0:11:18and nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.

0:11:18 > 0:11:21So, when this loose behaviour I throw off

0:11:21 > 0:11:24and pay the debt I never promised,

0:11:24 > 0:11:27by how much better than my word I am,

0:11:27 > 0:11:31by so much shall I falsify men's hopes.

0:11:31 > 0:11:34And like bright metal on a sullen ground,

0:11:34 > 0:11:38my reformation, glittering o'er my fault,

0:11:38 > 0:11:41shall show more goodly and attract more eyes

0:11:41 > 0:11:44than that which hath no foil to set it off.

0:11:44 > 0:11:47I'll so offend,

0:11:47 > 0:11:51to make offence a skill,

0:11:51 > 0:11:55redeeming time when men think least I will.

0:11:58 > 0:12:01Our blood hath been too cold and temperate,

0:12:02 > 0:12:07unapt to stir at these indignities.

0:12:08 > 0:12:10So have you found us, for accordingly

0:12:10 > 0:12:12You tread upon our patience.

0:12:13 > 0:12:19But be sure I will from henceforth rather be myself,

0:12:19 > 0:12:21Mighty and to be feared,

0:12:22 > 0:12:25than my condition, Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,

0:12:25 > 0:12:29And therefore lost that title of respect

0:12:29 > 0:12:32Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud.

0:12:32 > 0:12:37Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves

0:12:37 > 0:12:40This scourge of greatness to be used on it,

0:12:40 > 0:12:42That same greatness too which our own hands

0:12:42 > 0:12:45Have helped to make so portly.

0:12:45 > 0:12:48- My lord...- Worcester, get thee gone,

0:12:48 > 0:12:51for I do see danger and disobedience in thine eye.

0:12:51 > 0:12:57- My Lord...- O, sir, your presence here is too bold and peremptory.

0:12:57 > 0:13:00And majesty might never yet endure

0:13:00 > 0:13:02The moody frontier of a servant brow.

0:13:02 > 0:13:05You have good leave to leave us.

0:13:06 > 0:13:11When we need your use and counsel, we will send for you.

0:13:11 > 0:13:15You were about to speak.

0:13:17 > 0:13:19Yea, my good lord.

0:13:20 > 0:13:23Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded,

0:13:23 > 0:13:26which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took -

0:13:26 > 0:13:29Were, as he says, not with such strength denied

0:13:29 > 0:13:32As is delivered to your majesty.

0:13:32 > 0:13:35- Well?- Either envy, therefore,

0:13:35 > 0:13:38or misprision

0:13:38 > 0:13:41Is guilty of this fault, and not my son.

0:13:41 > 0:13:44My liege, I did deny no prisoners.

0:13:47 > 0:13:50But I remember, when the fight was done,

0:13:50 > 0:13:53When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,

0:13:53 > 0:13:56Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,

0:13:56 > 0:13:59Came there a certain lord, neat and trimly dressed,

0:13:59 > 0:14:02Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reaped

0:14:02 > 0:14:05Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home.

0:14:05 > 0:14:09With many holiday and lady terms He questioned me.

0:14:09 > 0:14:12Amongst the rest, demanded

0:14:12 > 0:14:14My prisoners in your majesty's behalf.

0:14:14 > 0:14:17I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,

0:14:17 > 0:14:20To be so pestered with a popinjay,

0:14:20 > 0:14:23Out of my grief and my impatience,

0:14:23 > 0:14:26Answered neglectingly - I know not what -

0:14:26 > 0:14:28He should or he should not.

0:14:28 > 0:14:30For he made me mad

0:14:30 > 0:14:34To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet

0:14:34 > 0:14:36And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman

0:14:36 > 0:14:41Of guns and drums and wounds - God save the mark -

0:14:41 > 0:14:45And telling me the sovereignest thing on earth

0:14:45 > 0:14:47Was parmaceti for an inward bruise

0:14:47 > 0:14:50And but for these vile guns,

0:14:50 > 0:14:52He would himself have been a soldier.

0:14:57 > 0:15:01This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,

0:15:01 > 0:15:03I answered indirectly, as I said.

0:15:03 > 0:15:06And I beseech you, let not his report

0:15:06 > 0:15:08Come current for an accusation

0:15:08 > 0:15:10Betwixt my love and your high majesty.

0:15:13 > 0:15:16The circumstance considered, good my lord,

0:15:16 > 0:15:17Whatever Lord Harry Percy then had said

0:15:17 > 0:15:19To such a person and in such a place,

0:15:19 > 0:15:22At such a time, with all the rest retold,

0:15:22 > 0:15:26May reasonably die and never rise To do him wrong or any way impeach

0:15:26 > 0:15:29What then he said, so he unsay it now.

0:15:29 > 0:15:32Why, yet he does deny his prisoners,

0:15:32 > 0:15:34But with proviso and exception,

0:15:34 > 0:15:37That we at our own cost shall ransom straight

0:15:37 > 0:15:40His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer.

0:15:54 > 0:15:56On the barren mountains let him starve.

0:15:57 > 0:15:59I will never hold that man my friend

0:15:59 > 0:16:04Who asks me for one penny cost To ransom home revolted Mortimer.

0:16:04 > 0:16:05- Revolted Mortimer?- Sir!

0:16:10 > 0:16:12He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,

0:16:12 > 0:16:14But by the chance of war.

0:16:14 > 0:16:16To prove that true...

0:16:16 > 0:16:18Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer!

0:16:19 > 0:16:22Send me your prisoners with the speediest means

0:16:22 > 0:16:24Or you shall hear in such a kind from us

0:16:24 > 0:16:26As will displease you.

0:16:26 > 0:16:30My Lord Northumberland, We licence your departure with your son.

0:16:43 > 0:16:46Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it!

0:16:51 > 0:16:53< An if the devil come and roar for them,

0:16:53 > 0:16:55I will not send them!

0:16:57 > 0:17:01I will after straight And tell him so, for I will ease my heart,

0:17:01 > 0:17:03Albeit I make a hazard of my head.

0:17:03 > 0:17:05What, drunk with choler?

0:17:06 > 0:17:08Stay and pause awhile.

0:17:10 > 0:17:11Here comes your uncle.

0:17:11 > 0:17:13Speak of Mortimer?

0:17:13 > 0:17:16'Zounds, I will speak of him and let my soul

0:17:16 > 0:17:18Want mercy, if I do not join with him!

0:17:18 > 0:17:21Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad.

0:17:21 > 0:17:23Who struck this heat up after I was gone?

0:17:23 > 0:17:25He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners,

0:17:25 > 0:17:28And when I urged the ransom once again

0:17:28 > 0:17:30Of my wife's brother, then his cheek looked pale,

0:17:30 > 0:17:33And on my face he turned an eye of death,

0:17:33 > 0:17:35Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.

0:17:35 > 0:17:37I cannot blame him.

0:17:37 > 0:17:40Was not he proclaimed By Richard that dead is, the next of blood?

0:17:40 > 0:17:42He was. I heard the proclamation.

0:17:42 > 0:17:44Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,

0:17:44 > 0:17:46That wished him on the barren mountains starve.

0:17:46 > 0:17:49But shall it be that you that set the crown

0:17:49 > 0:17:54Upon the head of this forgetful man Shall be fooled, discarded and shook off?

0:17:54 > 0:17:55Say no more.

0:17:55 > 0:17:57FOOTSTEPS

0:18:04 > 0:18:07Now I will unclasp a secret book,

0:18:07 > 0:18:09And to your quick-conceiving discontents

0:18:09 > 0:18:12I'll read you matter deep and dangerous.

0:18:12 > 0:18:15Send danger from the east unto the west,

0:18:15 > 0:18:18So honour cross it from the north to south,

0:18:18 > 0:18:20And let them grapple!

0:18:20 > 0:18:22Imagination of some great exploit

0:18:22 > 0:18:24Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.

0:18:24 > 0:18:27By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap

0:18:27 > 0:18:29To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon.

0:18:29 > 0:18:32He apprehends a world of figures here,

0:18:32 > 0:18:34But not the form of what he should attend.

0:18:34 > 0:18:36Good cousin, give me audience for a while.

0:18:36 > 0:18:38I cry you mercy.

0:18:38 > 0:18:41Those same noble Scots That are your prisoners...

0:18:41 > 0:18:45I'll keep them all. By God, he shall not have a Scot of them!

0:18:45 > 0:18:47You start away And lend no ear unto my purposes.

0:18:47 > 0:18:49Those prisoners you shall keep.

0:18:49 > 0:18:51Nay, I will, that's flat.

0:18:51 > 0:18:52Hear you, cousin, a word.

0:18:52 > 0:18:55All studies here I solemnly defy

0:18:55 > 0:18:58Save how to gall and pinch this thankless king

0:18:58 > 0:19:00And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales.

0:19:00 > 0:19:02Farewell, cousin. I'll talk to you

0:19:02 > 0:19:05When you are better tempered to attend.

0:19:05 > 0:19:07Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool

0:19:07 > 0:19:10Art thou to break into this woman's mood,

0:19:10 > 0:19:12Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own.

0:19:12 > 0:19:14- I have done, i' faith. - BELL RINGS

0:19:24 > 0:19:28Then once more to your Scottish prisoners.

0:19:28 > 0:19:30Deliver them up without their ransom straight

0:19:30 > 0:19:33And make the Douglas' son your only mean

0:19:33 > 0:19:36For powers in Scotland. You, my lord,

0:19:36 > 0:19:38Your son in Scotland being thus employed,

0:19:38 > 0:19:40Shall secretly into the bosom creep

0:19:40 > 0:19:43Of that same noble prelate, well beloved,

0:19:43 > 0:19:45The Archbishop of York, the Lord Scroop.

0:19:47 > 0:19:48I speak not this in estimation

0:19:48 > 0:19:50Of what I think might be, but what I know

0:19:50 > 0:19:54Is ruminated, plotted and set down.

0:19:54 > 0:19:56I smell it.

0:19:56 > 0:19:58Upon my life, it will do well.

0:19:58 > 0:20:01Before the game is afoot, thou still let'st slip.

0:20:01 > 0:20:04Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot.

0:20:04 > 0:20:06And then the power of Scotland and of York,

0:20:06 > 0:20:08To join with Mortimer, ha?

0:20:16 > 0:20:19POINS: Come, shelter, shelter.

0:20:23 > 0:20:24FALSTAFF: Poins!

0:20:24 > 0:20:27Poins, and be hanged! Poins!

0:20:27 > 0:20:28Peace,

0:20:28 > 0:20:31ye fat-kidneyed rascal.

0:20:32 > 0:20:34Poins!

0:20:34 > 0:20:39I have removed his horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet.

0:20:39 > 0:20:41A plague upon you both! Bardolph!

0:20:41 > 0:20:43Peto!

0:20:43 > 0:20:45WHISTLES

0:20:46 > 0:20:51Give me my horse, you rogues. Give me my horse and be hanged!

0:20:51 > 0:20:54BARDOLPH: On with your vizards!

0:20:54 > 0:20:57There's money of the King's coming down the hill.

0:20:57 > 0:21:00'Tis going to the King's Exchequer.

0:21:00 > 0:21:02You lie, ye rogue, 'tis going to the king's tavern.

0:21:02 > 0:21:06- PETO: There's enough to make us all...- To be hanged.

0:21:06 > 0:21:09Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I.

0:21:10 > 0:21:12Every man to his business.

0:21:39 > 0:21:41The boy shall lead our horses down the hill.

0:21:43 > 0:21:48We'll walk afoot awhile and ease our legs.

0:21:53 > 0:21:55(Now they're for it.)

0:21:59 > 0:22:02SHOUTING

0:22:16 > 0:22:18Come, my masters,

0:22:18 > 0:22:20let us share, and then to horse before day.

0:22:22 > 0:22:24If the Prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards,

0:22:24 > 0:22:25there's no equity stirring.

0:22:25 > 0:22:29There's no more valour in that Poins than in a wild duck!

0:22:29 > 0:22:31YELLING

0:22:32 > 0:22:34Mercy! Mercy!

0:22:34 > 0:22:37Mercy!

0:22:37 > 0:22:38Mercy!

0:22:43 > 0:22:46THEY LAUGH

0:22:46 > 0:22:48Got with much ease.

0:22:58 > 0:23:00Were it not for laughing, I should pity him.

0:23:03 > 0:23:05THEY LAUGH

0:23:09 > 0:23:12HOTSPUR: "I could be well contented to be there,

0:23:12 > 0:23:14"in respect of the love I bear your house."

0:23:15 > 0:23:17He could be contented. Why is he not, then?

0:23:18 > 0:23:21In respect of the love he bears our house?

0:23:21 > 0:23:26He shows in this he loves his own barn better than he loves our house.

0:23:26 > 0:23:30"The purpose you undertake is dangerous."

0:23:30 > 0:23:31Why, that's certain,

0:23:31 > 0:23:35it 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink,

0:23:35 > 0:23:38but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle,

0:23:38 > 0:23:42danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

0:23:42 > 0:23:45"The purpose you undertake is dangerous,

0:23:45 > 0:23:49"The friends you have named uncertain, the time itself unsorted,

0:23:49 > 0:23:54"and your whole plot too light to compete with so great an opposition."

0:23:54 > 0:23:59Say you so? I say, you are a shallow cowardly hind and you lie. >

0:24:01 > 0:24:07What a brain is this? Our plot is a good plot as ever was laid, our friends true and constant.

0:24:07 > 0:24:11A good plot, good friends and full of expectation. >

0:24:11 > 0:24:14An excellent plot, very good friends.

0:24:15 > 0:24:18What a frosty-spirited rogue is this.

0:24:18 > 0:24:23Ah! If I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan.

0:24:24 > 0:24:27What a pagan rascal is this. Hang him.

0:24:27 > 0:24:31How now, Kate! I must leave you within these two hours.

0:24:31 > 0:24:32For what offence have I this fortnight been

0:24:32 > 0:24:35A banished woman from my Harry's bed?

0:24:35 > 0:24:38Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee

0:24:38 > 0:24:41Thy stomach, pleasure and thy golden sleep?

0:24:41 > 0:24:43Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth

0:24:43 > 0:24:45And start so often when thou sit'st alone?

0:24:45 > 0:24:48In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watched

0:24:48 > 0:24:51And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars

0:24:51 > 0:24:53And all the currents of a heady fight.

0:24:53 > 0:24:56Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war

0:24:56 > 0:24:58And thus hath so bestirred thee in thy sleep,

0:24:58 > 0:25:01That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow

0:25:01 > 0:25:04Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream

0:25:04 > 0:25:06Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,

0:25:06 > 0:25:08And I must know it, else he loves me not.

0:25:08 > 0:25:11What, ho! Is Gilliams with the packet gone?

0:25:11 > 0:25:13He is, my lord, an hour ago.

0:25:13 > 0:25:17- Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff?- One horse, my lord, he brought even now.

0:25:17 > 0:25:19What horse? A roan, a crop-ear, is it not?

0:25:19 > 0:25:23- It is, my lord. - That roan shall be my throne!

0:25:23 > 0:25:25Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.

0:25:25 > 0:25:26But hear you, my lord.

0:25:26 > 0:25:28What say'st thou, my lady?

0:25:28 > 0:25:30What is it carries you away?

0:25:30 > 0:25:33- Why, my horse, my love, my horse. - Out, you mad-headed ape,

0:25:33 > 0:25:35A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen

0:25:35 > 0:25:37As you are tossed with.

0:25:37 > 0:25:40In faith, I'll know thy business, Harry, that I will.

0:25:40 > 0:25:42I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir

0:25:42 > 0:25:44About his title and hath sent for you

0:25:44 > 0:25:48- To line his enterprise but if you go...- So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.

0:25:48 > 0:25:50Come, you paraquito, answer me

0:25:50 > 0:25:53Directly unto this question that I ask.

0:25:53 > 0:25:55In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,

0:25:55 > 0:25:57An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.

0:25:57 > 0:26:00Away! Away, you trifler.

0:26:00 > 0:26:02Love? I love thee not.

0:26:02 > 0:26:04I care not for thee, Kate.

0:26:04 > 0:26:06This is no world

0:26:06 > 0:26:08To play with mammets and to tilt with lips.

0:26:08 > 0:26:10We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns

0:26:10 > 0:26:12And pass them current too.

0:26:12 > 0:26:14God's me, my horse!

0:26:21 > 0:26:23What say'st thou, Kate?

0:26:23 > 0:26:25Hmm?

0:26:25 > 0:26:26What would'st thou have with me?

0:26:26 > 0:26:29Do you not love me?

0:26:29 > 0:26:30Do you not, indeed?

0:26:32 > 0:26:35Well, do not then, for since you love me not, I will not love myself.

0:26:36 > 0:26:38Do you not love me?

0:26:40 > 0:26:43Nay, tell me if you speak in jest or no.

0:26:43 > 0:26:45Come, wilt thou see me ride?

0:26:45 > 0:26:48And when I am on horseback I will swear I love thee infinitely.

0:26:48 > 0:26:51But hark you, Kate, I must not have you henceforth question me

0:26:51 > 0:26:53Whither I go, nor reason whereabout.

0:26:53 > 0:26:56Whither I must, I must.

0:26:56 > 0:26:59And, to conclude, This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.

0:26:59 > 0:27:02I know you wise but yet no farther wise

0:27:02 > 0:27:03Than Harry Percy's wife.

0:27:03 > 0:27:05Constant you are,

0:27:05 > 0:27:06But yet a woman,

0:27:06 > 0:27:08and for secrecy

0:27:08 > 0:27:11No lady closer, for I well believe

0:27:11 > 0:27:14Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.

0:27:14 > 0:27:17And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.

0:27:17 > 0:27:20- How! So far?- Not an inch further.

0:27:20 > 0:27:22But hark you, Kate,

0:27:22 > 0:27:25Whither I go, thither shall you go too.

0:27:25 > 0:27:28To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.

0:27:30 > 0:27:33Will this content you, Kate?

0:27:33 > 0:27:34It must of force.

0:27:45 > 0:27:47CHEERING

0:27:49 > 0:27:51LAUGHTER

0:27:57 > 0:27:59DOOR OPENS

0:28:04 > 0:28:05Where hast been, Hal?

0:28:07 > 0:28:09With three or four blockheads

0:28:09 > 0:28:12amongst three or four score hogsheads.

0:28:12 > 0:28:15I am sworn brother to a leash of tapsters and can call them all

0:28:15 > 0:28:18by their Christian names - as Tom, Dick

0:28:18 > 0:28:20and Francis.

0:28:25 > 0:28:29I am so proficient in one quarter of an hour,

0:28:29 > 0:28:31that I can drink with any tinker in his own language.

0:28:33 > 0:28:36Come on, you.

0:28:37 > 0:28:40- Hang yourself!- But, sweet Ned -

0:28:40 > 0:28:42to sweeten which name of Ned

0:28:42 > 0:28:46I give thee this pennyworth of sugar,

0:28:46 > 0:28:50clapped even now into my hand by an under-skinker

0:28:50 > 0:28:53One that never spake other English in his life than

0:28:53 > 0:28:54"Anon, anon, sir!"

0:28:57 > 0:29:00Ned, to drive away the time till Falstaff come,

0:29:00 > 0:29:03do thou stand in some by-room while I question my puny drawer

0:29:03 > 0:29:05To what end he gave me the sugar

0:29:05 > 0:29:07and do thou never leave calling "Francis" -

0:29:07 > 0:29:10That his tale to me may be nothing but

0:29:10 > 0:29:12"Anon."

0:29:13 > 0:29:16- Francis!- Thou art perfect. - FRANCIS: Anon, anon, sir.

0:29:18 > 0:29:19Francis!

0:29:19 > 0:29:22- Anon, anon, sir. - Come hither, Francis.

0:29:22 > 0:29:25- My lord?- How long hast thou to serve, Francis?

0:29:25 > 0:29:31Oh, um...forsooth, five years,

0:29:31 > 0:29:33and as much as to say...

0:29:33 > 0:29:36- POINS: Francis! - Anon, anon, sir.

0:29:36 > 0:29:38Five year? It's a long lease for the clinking of pewter.

0:29:38 > 0:29:44But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant as to play the coward with thy indenture and run from it?

0:29:44 > 0:29:47Lord, sir, I'll be sworn upon all the books in England...

0:29:47 > 0:29:49- < Francis! - Anon, sir!

0:29:49 > 0:29:50How old art thou, Francis?

0:29:50 > 0:29:53Let me see...

0:29:53 > 0:29:55about Michaelmas next I shall be...

0:29:55 > 0:29:56< Francis!

0:29:56 > 0:29:58Anon, sir! Pray stay a little, my lord!

0:29:58 > 0:30:00Nay, but hark you, Francis.

0:30:00 > 0:30:03The sugar thou gavest me, 'twas a pennyworth, wast't not?

0:30:03 > 0:30:05O Lord, sir, I would it were two.

0:30:05 > 0:30:07I will give thee for it a thousand pound.

0:30:10 > 0:30:13Ask me when thou wilt and thou shalt have it.

0:30:13 > 0:30:14Francis!

0:30:14 > 0:30:17Anon, anon!

0:30:17 > 0:30:18Anon, Francis?

0:30:18 > 0:30:20No Francis, but to-morrow, Francis, or Francis,

0:30:20 > 0:30:24on Thursday or indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But Francis...

0:30:24 > 0:30:26My lord?

0:30:26 > 0:30:29Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin,

0:30:29 > 0:30:32crystal-button, not-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking,

0:30:32 > 0:30:35caddis-garter, smooth-tongue and Spanish-pouch -

0:30:35 > 0:30:36O Lord, who do you mean?

0:30:36 > 0:30:38< Francis! < KNOCKING

0:30:38 > 0:30:42Francis! Away, you rogue! Dost thou not hear them call?

0:30:42 > 0:30:45Standest thou still and hearest such a calling?

0:30:45 > 0:30:46Look to the guests within.

0:30:46 > 0:30:48My Lord,

0:30:48 > 0:30:51old Sir John with half-a-dozen more are at the door.

0:30:51 > 0:30:53Shall I let them in?

0:30:54 > 0:30:55Open the door.

0:30:55 > 0:30:57KNOCKING

0:31:03 > 0:31:05Anon, anon, sir.

0:31:07 > 0:31:09What's o'clock, Francis?

0:31:09 > 0:31:11Anon, anon, sir.

0:31:18 > 0:31:21I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north,

0:31:21 > 0:31:26he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast,

0:31:26 > 0:31:30washes his hands and says to his wife "Fie upon this quiet life!

0:31:30 > 0:31:32"I want to work."

0:31:32 > 0:31:36"O my sweet Harry," says she, "how many hast thou killed to-day?"

0:31:36 > 0:31:39"Some fourteen," he answers an hour after.

0:31:39 > 0:31:41Ho ho!

0:31:41 > 0:31:43Welcome, Jack. Where hast thou been?

0:31:44 > 0:31:51A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too, marry, and amen.

0:31:51 > 0:31:54Give me a cup of sack, boy - a plague of all cowards!

0:31:54 > 0:31:55Give me a cup of sack, rogue!

0:31:57 > 0:31:59Is there no virtue extant?

0:32:01 > 0:32:04Go thy ways, old Jack, die when thou wilt.

0:32:04 > 0:32:06If manhood, good manhood,

0:32:06 > 0:32:11be not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a shotten herring.

0:32:12 > 0:32:15There live not three good men unhanged in England,

0:32:15 > 0:32:20and one of them is fat and grows old.

0:32:20 > 0:32:24A bad world, I say. A plague of all cowards, I say still.

0:32:24 > 0:32:27Now, wool-sack, what mutter you?

0:32:27 > 0:32:30A king's son? You Prince of Wales?

0:32:30 > 0:32:33You whoreson round man, what's the matter?

0:32:33 > 0:32:36Are not you a coward? Answer me to that. And Poins there?

0:32:36 > 0:32:39'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, and I'll stab...

0:32:39 > 0:32:43I call thee coward? I'll see thee damned ere I call thee coward.

0:32:43 > 0:32:46But I would give a thousand pound I could run as fast as thou canst.

0:32:46 > 0:32:49What's this? What's the matter?

0:32:49 > 0:32:50What's the matter?

0:32:50 > 0:32:55There be three of us here have ta'en a thousand pound this day morning.

0:32:55 > 0:32:56Well...

0:32:56 > 0:32:59- well, where is it, Jack? Where is it?- Where is it?

0:32:59 > 0:33:01Taken from us it is.

0:33:01 > 0:33:04A hundred upon poor three of us.

0:33:04 > 0:33:05What, a hundred, man?

0:33:05 > 0:33:07I've 'scaped by miracle.

0:33:07 > 0:33:12I am eight times thrust through the doublet,

0:33:12 > 0:33:16four through the hose, my buckler cut through and through.

0:33:18 > 0:33:21My sword hacked like a hand-saw -

0:33:24 > 0:33:26ecce signum!

0:33:26 > 0:33:29- A plague of all cowards! - Speak, sirs, how was it?

0:33:32 > 0:33:35We three set upon some dozen...

0:33:35 > 0:33:38- Sixteen at least, my lord. - And bound them.

0:33:38 > 0:33:39No, no, they were not bound.

0:33:39 > 0:33:42You rogue, they were bound, every man of them.

0:33:42 > 0:33:47And then we were sharing some six or seven fresh men set upon us.

0:33:47 > 0:33:50And unbound the rest and then come in the other.

0:33:50 > 0:33:52Fought you with them all?

0:33:52 > 0:33:55All? Well, I don't know what you call all

0:33:55 > 0:34:00but if I fought not with fifty of them, I'm a bunch of radish.

0:34:00 > 0:34:02Pray God you've not murdered some of them.

0:34:02 > 0:34:04That's past praying for.

0:34:04 > 0:34:06I've peppered two of them.

0:34:06 > 0:34:10Two I am sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram cloaks.

0:34:10 > 0:34:13I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face,

0:34:13 > 0:34:14call me a horse.

0:34:14 > 0:34:17Four rogues in buckram cloaks let drive at me.

0:34:17 > 0:34:18What, four?

0:34:18 > 0:34:20Thou saidst but two even now.

0:34:20 > 0:34:22Four, Hal. I told thee four.

0:34:22 > 0:34:23Ay, ay, he said four.

0:34:23 > 0:34:26These four came all a-front, mainly thrust at me.

0:34:26 > 0:34:30I made me no more ado but took all their seven points in my target, thus.

0:34:30 > 0:34:31Seven?

0:34:33 > 0:34:35There were but four even now.

0:34:37 > 0:34:39- In buckram? - Ay, ay, four in buckram cloaks.

0:34:39 > 0:34:41Seven, or I am a villain else.

0:34:41 > 0:34:45Prithee, let him alone, we shall have more anon.

0:34:45 > 0:34:46Dost thou hear me, Hal?

0:34:46 > 0:34:48Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.

0:34:48 > 0:34:51Do so, for it's worth listening to.

0:34:51 > 0:34:53These nine in buckram that I told thee of...

0:34:53 > 0:34:54So, two more already.

0:34:54 > 0:34:57- ..their points being broken... - Down fell their hose. - ..began to give me ground.

0:34:57 > 0:35:00But I followed me close, came in foot and hand

0:35:00 > 0:35:03and, with a thought, seven of the eleven I paid.

0:35:03 > 0:35:07Monstrous, 11 buckram men grown out of two.

0:35:07 > 0:35:12But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten knaves

0:35:12 > 0:35:16in Kendal Green came at my back and let drive at me.

0:35:16 > 0:35:20For it was so dark, Hal, thou couldst not see thy hand.

0:35:20 > 0:35:23These lies are like their father that begets them -

0:35:23 > 0:35:25gross as a mountain.

0:35:25 > 0:35:27LAUGHTER

0:35:27 > 0:35:32Why, thou clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou whoreson,

0:35:32 > 0:35:35obscene, greasy tallow-catch.

0:35:35 > 0:35:39What, art thou mad? Is not the truth the truth?!

0:35:39 > 0:35:42Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal Green,

0:35:42 > 0:35:45when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy hand?

0:35:45 > 0:35:49Come on, tell us your reason. What sayest thou to this?

0:35:49 > 0:35:51Come, your reason, Jack, your reason.

0:35:51 > 0:35:52What, upon compulsion?

0:35:52 > 0:35:55'Zounds an I were at the strappado or all the racks in the world,

0:35:55 > 0:35:57I would not tell you on compulsion.

0:35:57 > 0:36:03I'll be no longer guilty of this sin. This sanguine coward!

0:36:03 > 0:36:08This horseback-breaker!

0:36:08 > 0:36:10This huge hill of flesh...!

0:36:10 > 0:36:14'Sblood, you starveling!

0:36:14 > 0:36:19You dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish...!

0:36:19 > 0:36:21For breath to utter what it's like thee.

0:36:21 > 0:36:27You tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase, you vile standing-tuck!

0:36:27 > 0:36:28RAUCOUS LAUGHTER

0:36:28 > 0:36:31Well, well, breathe awhile, and then to it again.

0:36:31 > 0:36:33Yet hear me speak but this.

0:36:33 > 0:36:34Mark, Jack.

0:36:34 > 0:36:41We two saw you three set on two.

0:36:41 > 0:36:44Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down.

0:36:44 > 0:36:49Then did we two set on you three and, Falstaff,

0:36:49 > 0:36:56you carried your guts away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity,

0:36:56 > 0:37:01and roared for mercy and still run and roared,

0:37:01 > 0:37:05as ever I heard bull-calf!

0:37:05 > 0:37:10What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword and say it was in fight.

0:37:10 > 0:37:11Ssh!

0:37:11 > 0:37:14BANGING

0:37:14 > 0:37:18What trick canst thou now find out to hide thee from this open

0:37:18 > 0:37:19and apparent shame?

0:37:19 > 0:37:25Come, come, let's hear, Jack. What trick hast thou now?

0:37:32 > 0:37:36By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye!

0:37:36 > 0:37:37LAUGHTER

0:37:37 > 0:37:38BANGING

0:37:42 > 0:37:45Was it for me to kill the heir-apparent?

0:37:45 > 0:37:47Should I turn upon the true prince?

0:37:47 > 0:37:52Why, thou knowest I'm as valiant as Hercules, but beware instinct!

0:37:52 > 0:37:55The lion will not touch the true prince.

0:37:58 > 0:38:00(Oh, Jesu!)

0:38:00 > 0:38:06< Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.

0:38:06 > 0:38:09But, by the Lord, lads, I'm glad you have the money.

0:38:09 > 0:38:11My lord, the Prince.

0:38:11 > 0:38:14There's a nobleman of the court at door would speak with you.

0:38:14 > 0:38:16He says he comes from your father.

0:38:16 > 0:38:18Give him as much as will make him a royal man

0:38:18 > 0:38:20and send him back again to my mother.

0:38:20 > 0:38:21What manner of man is he?

0:38:21 > 0:38:22An old man.

0:38:22 > 0:38:25What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight?

0:38:25 > 0:38:27- Shall I give him his answer? - Prithee do, Ned.

0:38:27 > 0:38:29Faith, send him packing.

0:38:29 > 0:38:30Now, sirs!

0:38:30 > 0:38:33By your lady, you fought fair!

0:38:35 > 0:38:39You're lions too, you ran away upon instinct,

0:38:39 > 0:38:41you will not touch the true prince - no, fie!

0:38:43 > 0:38:47I ran when I saw others run.

0:38:50 > 0:38:54How came Falstaff's sword so hacked?

0:38:54 > 0:38:56Why, he hacked it with his dagger.

0:38:59 > 0:39:04He told us to tickle our noses with spear-grass

0:39:04 > 0:39:09to make them bleed and then beslubber our clothes with it.

0:39:09 > 0:39:15I blushed to hear his monstrous devices.

0:39:15 > 0:39:20Oh, villain! Thou stolest a cup of sack 18 years ago

0:39:20 > 0:39:23and ever since, thou hast blushed extempore.

0:39:23 > 0:39:24LAUGHTER

0:39:26 > 0:39:30Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold. Shall we be merry?

0:39:30 > 0:39:32ALL: Yeah!

0:39:32 > 0:39:34There's villanous news abroad.

0:39:34 > 0:39:37Here was Sir John Bracy from your father.

0:39:37 > 0:39:40The Earl of Worcester is stolen away tonight.

0:39:40 > 0:39:43Thy father's beard is turned white with the news.

0:39:47 > 0:39:49HE BANGS THE TABLE

0:39:56 > 0:40:00Shall we have a play extempore?

0:40:01 > 0:40:07Thou will be horribly chid tomorrow when thou comest to thy father.

0:40:07 > 0:40:10If thou love me, practise an answer.

0:40:22 > 0:40:25Do thou stand for my father

0:40:25 > 0:40:29and examine me upon the particulars of my life.

0:40:32 > 0:40:34Shall I?

0:40:37 > 0:40:38Content.

0:40:38 > 0:40:40CHEERING

0:40:43 > 0:40:47This chair shall be my state.

0:40:47 > 0:40:51This dagger, my sceptre.

0:40:53 > 0:40:56This cushion, my crown.

0:40:56 > 0:41:00Give me a cup of sack to make my eyes look red,

0:41:00 > 0:41:04that it may be thought I have wept, for I must speak in passion.

0:41:15 > 0:41:17CHEERING

0:41:22 > 0:41:24LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE

0:41:28 > 0:41:31Stand aside, nobility.

0:41:33 > 0:41:38Harry, I not only marvel where thou spendest thy time,

0:41:38 > 0:41:41but also how thou art accompanied!

0:41:44 > 0:41:48The father! How he holds his countenance!

0:41:48 > 0:41:52For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen.

0:41:52 > 0:41:56For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes.

0:41:56 > 0:42:03Jesu! He doth it as like one of these harlotry players as ever I see.

0:42:04 > 0:42:06Peace, good pint-pot.

0:42:11 > 0:42:15That thou art my son, I have partly thy mother's word,

0:42:15 > 0:42:19partly my own opinion, but chiefly a villanous trick of thine eye

0:42:19 > 0:42:23and a foolish-hanging of thy nether lip that doth warrant me.

0:42:23 > 0:42:28If then thou be son to me, here lies the point -

0:42:28 > 0:42:32why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at?

0:42:32 > 0:42:35GASPING

0:42:35 > 0:42:38There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often heard of

0:42:38 > 0:42:42and it is known to many by the name of pitch.

0:42:42 > 0:42:48This pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth defile.

0:42:48 > 0:42:52So doth the company thou keepest.

0:42:52 > 0:42:53CROWD: Oooh!

0:42:55 > 0:43:00And yet there is a virtuous man whom I've often noted in thy company,

0:43:00 > 0:43:02but I know not his name.

0:43:02 > 0:43:05What manner of man, an like your majesty?

0:43:05 > 0:43:06A goodly portly man...

0:43:06 > 0:43:07LAUGHTER

0:43:07 > 0:43:10i' faith, and a corpulent...

0:43:10 > 0:43:14Of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye and a most noble carriage.

0:43:14 > 0:43:16And, as I think, his age some 50...

0:43:16 > 0:43:18LAUGHTER

0:43:18 > 0:43:22or, by'r lady, inclining to three score.

0:43:22 > 0:43:25Now I remember me, his name is -

0:43:25 > 0:43:28ALL: Falstaff!

0:43:29 > 0:43:33If that man be lewdly given, he deceiveth me.

0:43:33 > 0:43:37For Harry, I see virtue in his looks.

0:43:37 > 0:43:40Him keep with, the rest...

0:43:42 > 0:43:44..banish.

0:43:44 > 0:43:45BOOING

0:43:48 > 0:43:51Dost thou speak like a king?

0:43:55 > 0:43:58Do thou stand for me, and I'll play my father.

0:43:58 > 0:44:00CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

0:44:03 > 0:44:04Depose me?

0:44:07 > 0:44:09CROWD: Ooh!

0:44:16 > 0:44:17CHEERING

0:44:28 > 0:44:30Well...

0:44:30 > 0:44:33Here I am set.

0:44:33 > 0:44:35And here I stand.

0:44:35 > 0:44:37Judge, my masters.

0:44:37 > 0:44:38LAUGHTER

0:44:51 > 0:44:56Now, Harry, whence come you?

0:44:56 > 0:44:58My noble lord, from Eastcheap.

0:44:58 > 0:44:59CHEERING

0:45:01 > 0:45:05The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.

0:45:05 > 0:45:07'Sblood, my lord, they are false!

0:45:07 > 0:45:14There is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of an old fat man.

0:45:17 > 0:45:20A ton of man is thy companion.

0:45:20 > 0:45:25Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours,

0:45:25 > 0:45:32that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies,

0:45:32 > 0:45:37that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts,

0:45:37 > 0:45:39that roasted Manningtree ox,

0:45:39 > 0:45:44that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years?

0:45:45 > 0:45:51Wherein is he good but to taste sack and drink it?

0:45:51 > 0:45:54Wherein neat and cleanly but to carve a capon and eat it?

0:45:54 > 0:45:58Wherein cunning but in craft? Wherein crafty but in villany?

0:45:58 > 0:46:00Wherein villanous, but in all things?

0:46:00 > 0:46:03Wherein worthy but in nothing?

0:46:05 > 0:46:08I would your grace would take me with you. Whom means your grace?

0:46:08 > 0:46:10LAUGHTER

0:46:15 > 0:46:19That villanous abominable misleader of youth...

0:46:19 > 0:46:21ALL: Falstaff!

0:46:23 > 0:46:25My lord, the man I know!

0:46:25 > 0:46:26I know thou dost.

0:46:26 > 0:46:30But to say I know more harm in him than in myself,

0:46:30 > 0:46:32were to say more than I know.

0:46:32 > 0:46:35That he is old, the more the pity, his white hairs do witness it,

0:46:35 > 0:46:40but that he is, saving your reverence, a whoremaster,

0:46:40 > 0:46:41that I utterly deny.

0:46:41 > 0:46:42BANGING AT DOOR

0:46:42 > 0:46:46If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked.

0:46:46 > 0:46:48BANGING CONTINUES

0:46:48 > 0:46:50If to be old and merry be a sin,

0:46:50 > 0:46:52there's many an old host that I know is damned.

0:46:52 > 0:46:58If to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved.

0:46:58 > 0:47:03No, my good lord, banish Peto.

0:47:03 > 0:47:07Banish Bardolph, banish Poins.

0:47:10 > 0:47:16But for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff,

0:47:16 > 0:47:20true Jack Falstaff. valiant Jack Falstaff,

0:47:20 > 0:47:25and therefore the more valiant, being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff,

0:47:25 > 0:47:27banish not him thy Harry's company.

0:47:30 > 0:47:33Banish not him thy Harry's company.

0:47:37 > 0:47:43Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.

0:48:01 > 0:48:03I do.

0:48:06 > 0:48:07I will.

0:48:07 > 0:48:10My lord, my lord! My lord!

0:48:10 > 0:48:14The Sheriff with a most monstrous watch is at the door!

0:48:14 > 0:48:17Play out the play!

0:48:17 > 0:48:20I have much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff!

0:48:26 > 0:48:27Come! Come on!

0:48:27 > 0:48:31My lord, my lord! They are come to search the house!

0:48:31 > 0:48:34PERSISTENT KNOCKING CONTINUES

0:48:38 > 0:48:41Hide thee! Now for a true face and good conscience!

0:48:41 > 0:48:46Both which I had but their date is out and therefore I'll hide me.

0:48:46 > 0:48:47Ah, my lord.

0:48:59 > 0:49:01KNOCKING AT DOOR

0:49:33 > 0:49:38Now, Master Sheriff, what is your will with me?

0:49:39 > 0:49:41First, pardon me, my lord.

0:49:43 > 0:49:47A hue and cry hath followed certain men unto this house.

0:49:48 > 0:49:50What men?

0:49:50 > 0:49:52One of them is well known, my gracious lord.

0:49:52 > 0:49:55A gross fat man.

0:49:55 > 0:49:58As fat as butter.

0:50:02 > 0:50:03Ah!

0:50:04 > 0:50:09The man, I do assure you, is not here.

0:50:09 > 0:50:12For I myself at this time have employed him.

0:50:12 > 0:50:15And, Sheriff, I will engage my word to thee that I will,

0:50:15 > 0:50:19by tomorrow dinner-time, send him to answer thee, or any man,

0:50:19 > 0:50:22for anything he shall be charged withal.

0:50:23 > 0:50:26And so let me entreat you -

0:50:29 > 0:50:31Leave the house.

0:50:34 > 0:50:37I will, my lord.

0:50:39 > 0:50:45These are two gentlemen have in this robbery lost 300 marks.

0:50:51 > 0:50:53It may be so.

0:50:53 > 0:50:57If he have robbed these men, he shall be answerable.

0:50:59 > 0:51:01And so farewell.

0:51:04 > 0:51:07Good night, my noble lord.

0:51:08 > 0:51:11I think it is good morrow, is it not?

0:51:13 > 0:51:17Indeed, my lord. I think it be two o'clock.

0:51:52 > 0:51:54SNORING

0:52:06 > 0:52:08Hark how hard he fetches breath.

0:52:08 > 0:52:11Search his pockets.

0:52:32 > 0:52:34Nothing but papers, my lord.

0:52:34 > 0:52:37Well, let's see what they be. Read them.

0:52:47 > 0:52:51Item: a capon, two shillings and tuppence.

0:52:51 > 0:52:53Item: sauce, four pence.

0:52:53 > 0:52:59Item: sack, two gallons. Five shillings and eight pence.

0:52:59 > 0:53:04Item: anchovies and sack after supper, two shillings and sixpence.

0:53:04 > 0:53:07Item: bread, a ha'penny.

0:53:07 > 0:53:09Monstrous!

0:53:09 > 0:53:14But one halfpenny-worth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack.

0:53:14 > 0:53:15HE SNORES

0:53:17 > 0:53:21What there is else keep close, we'll read it at more advantage.

0:53:21 > 0:53:24There let him sleep till day.

0:53:24 > 0:53:25I'll to the court.

0:53:28 > 0:53:30We must all to the wars.

0:53:31 > 0:53:32So good morrow, Ned.

0:53:36 > 0:53:38Good morrow, my lord.

0:54:30 > 0:54:33Lords, give us leave.

0:54:35 > 0:54:38The Prince of Wales and I must have some private conference.

0:54:42 > 0:54:43No, stay.

0:55:02 > 0:55:06I know not whether God will have it so for some displeasing service

0:55:06 > 0:55:09I have done that in his secret doom, out of my blood

0:55:09 > 0:55:14he'll breed revengement and a scourge for me to punish my mistreadings.

0:55:14 > 0:55:19Tell me else, could such inordinate and low desires, such poor,

0:55:19 > 0:55:23such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, such barren pleasures,

0:55:23 > 0:55:27rude society, as thou art matched withal and grafted to,

0:55:27 > 0:55:30accompany the greatness of thy blood

0:55:30 > 0:55:32and hold their level with thy princely heart?

0:55:32 > 0:55:33So please your majesty...

0:55:33 > 0:55:37Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost,

0:55:37 > 0:55:40which by thy younger brother is supplied,

0:55:40 > 0:55:42and art almost an alien to the hearts

0:55:42 > 0:55:45of all the court and princes of my blood.

0:55:48 > 0:55:51The hope of thy time is ruined,

0:55:51 > 0:55:54and the soul of every man

0:55:54 > 0:55:56prophetically doth forethink thy fall.

0:55:58 > 0:56:04Had I so lavish of my presence been, so stale and cheap to vulgar company,

0:56:04 > 0:56:08opinion, that did help me to the crown,

0:56:08 > 0:56:14had left me in reputeless banishment, a fellow of no mark nor likelihood.

0:56:16 > 0:56:22By being seldom seen, I could not stir but like a comet

0:56:22 > 0:56:28I was wondered at, that men would tell their children, "This is he!"

0:56:28 > 0:56:33And then I stole all courtesy from heaven.

0:56:34 > 0:56:37Dressed myself in such humility,

0:56:37 > 0:56:41that I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts.

0:56:41 > 0:56:45Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths.

0:56:47 > 0:56:51The skipping king, he ambled up and down with shallow jesters

0:56:51 > 0:56:56and rash bavin wits, mingled his royalty with capering fools,

0:56:56 > 0:56:59enfeifed himself to popularity.

0:57:02 > 0:57:04So when he had occasion to be seen,

0:57:04 > 0:57:09he was but as the cuckoo is in June, heard, not regarded.

0:57:11 > 0:57:14And in that very line, Harry, standest thou.

0:57:14 > 0:57:18For thou has lost thy princely privilege with vile communication.

0:57:18 > 0:57:23Not an eye but is a-weary of thy common sight, save mine,

0:57:23 > 0:57:26which hath desired to see thee more.

0:57:26 > 0:57:28Which now doth that I would not have it do,

0:57:28 > 0:57:30make blind itself with foolish tenderness!

0:57:34 > 0:57:39I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord, be more myself.

0:57:45 > 0:57:49For all the world as thou art to this hour was Richard then

0:57:49 > 0:57:52when I from France set foot at Ravenspurgh,

0:57:52 > 0:57:55and even as I was then is Percy now.

0:57:57 > 0:58:00He hath more worthy interest to the state than thou

0:58:00 > 0:58:02the shadow of succession.

0:58:04 > 0:58:07For of no right, nor colour like to right,

0:58:07 > 0:58:11he doth fill fields with harness in the realm,

0:58:11 > 0:58:15and being no more in debt to years than thou, leads ancient lords

0:58:15 > 0:58:19and reverend bishops on to bloody battles and to bruising arms.

0:58:19 > 0:58:22Thrice hath this Hotspur.

0:58:22 > 0:58:25Mars in swaddling clothes.

0:58:25 > 0:58:29This infant warrior, in his enterprises

0:58:29 > 0:58:32discomfited great Douglas, ta'en him once,

0:58:32 > 0:58:36enlarged him, made a friend of him, to fill the mouth of deep defiance up

0:58:36 > 0:58:39and shake the peace and safety of our crown.

0:58:44 > 0:58:48But wherefore do I tell these news to thee?

0:58:50 > 0:58:52Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes...?

0:58:55 > 0:58:58..which art my near'st and dearest enemy?

0:58:58 > 0:59:03Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear,

0:59:03 > 0:59:04base inclination and the start of spleen,

0:59:04 > 0:59:08to fight against me under Percy's pay!

0:59:08 > 0:59:12Do not think so! You shall not find it so.

0:59:13 > 0:59:16I will redeem all this on Percy's head

0:59:16 > 0:59:19and, in the closing of some glorious day,

0:59:19 > 0:59:21be bold to tell you that I am your son.

0:59:21 > 0:59:24And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,

0:59:24 > 0:59:28that this same child of honour and renown,

0:59:28 > 0:59:32this gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,

0:59:32 > 0:59:34and your unthought-of Harry chance to meet.

0:59:36 > 0:59:40Then will I make this northern youth

0:59:40 > 0:59:44exchange his glorious deeds for my indignities.

0:59:49 > 0:59:52This, in the name of God, I promise here.

0:59:53 > 0:59:56And I will die a hundred thousand deaths

0:59:56 > 0:59:58ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.

1:00:07 > 1:00:09A hundred thousand rebels die in this.

1:00:28 > 1:00:32Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust...

1:00:34 > 1:00:36..herein.

1:00:55 > 1:00:58Lord Mortimer and cousin Glendower, will you sit down?

1:00:58 > 1:01:02And Uncle Worcester. Ah! Plague upon it, I have forgot the map.

1:01:02 > 1:01:05No, here it is.

1:01:05 > 1:01:10Sit, cousin Percy, sit, good cousin Hotspur,

1:01:10 > 1:01:14for by that name as oft as King Henry doth mention you,

1:01:14 > 1:01:17his cheek looks pale and with a rising sigh,

1:01:17 > 1:01:19he wisheth you in heaven.

1:01:19 > 1:01:22And you in hell, as oft as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of.

1:01:22 > 1:01:24I cannot blame him.

1:01:24 > 1:01:28At my nativity the frame and huge foundation of the Earth

1:01:28 > 1:01:29shaked like a coward.

1:01:29 > 1:01:32Why, so it would have done at the same season, if your mother's cat

1:01:32 > 1:01:35had but kittened, though yourself had never been born.

1:01:35 > 1:01:38I say the Earth did shake when I was born.

1:01:38 > 1:01:40And I say the Earth was not of my mind,

1:01:40 > 1:01:42if you suppose as fearing you it shook.

1:01:42 > 1:01:46The heavens were all on fire. The Earth did tremble.

1:01:46 > 1:01:49Oh, then the Earth shook to see the heavens on fire,

1:01:49 > 1:01:51And not in fear of your nativity.

1:01:51 > 1:01:54Cousin, of many men I do not bear these crossings.

1:01:54 > 1:01:57Give me leave to tell you once again that at my birth,

1:01:57 > 1:02:00the front of heaven was full of fiery shapes.

1:02:00 > 1:02:01The goats ran from the mountains

1:02:01 > 1:02:05and the herds were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.

1:02:05 > 1:02:08All these signs mark me extraordinary!

1:02:08 > 1:02:14All the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.

1:02:14 > 1:02:17I think there's no man speaks better Welsh! I'll to dinner.

1:02:18 > 1:02:21Peace, cousin Percy. You will make him mad!

1:02:21 > 1:02:24I can call spirits from the vasty deep!

1:02:24 > 1:02:26Why so can I or so can any man!

1:02:26 > 1:02:28But will they come when you do call for them?

1:02:28 > 1:02:30Why I can teach you, cousin, to dance with the devil.

1:02:30 > 1:02:32And I can teach thee, cousin,

1:02:32 > 1:02:35to shame the devil By telling truth. Tell truth and shame the devil!

1:02:35 > 1:02:39Come, come, no more of this unprofitable chat!

1:02:39 > 1:02:42Three times hath King Henry made head against my power.

1:02:42 > 1:02:45Thrice have I sent him bootless home and weather-beaten back.

1:02:45 > 1:02:49Home without boots, and in foul weather too.

1:02:49 > 1:02:52How 'scapes he agues in the devil's name(!)

1:02:54 > 1:02:56Come, here is the map.

1:02:56 > 1:03:00Shall we divide our right according to our threefold order ta'en?

1:03:00 > 1:03:04The archdeacon hath divided it into three limits very equally.

1:03:07 > 1:03:10Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here,

1:03:10 > 1:03:12in quantity equals not one of yours.

1:03:12 > 1:03:14See how this river comes me cranking in and cuts me

1:03:14 > 1:03:17from the best of all my land.

1:03:17 > 1:03:19It shall not wind with such a deep indent,

1:03:19 > 1:03:22to rob me of so rich a bottom here.

1:03:22 > 1:03:28Not wind? It shall, it must. You see it doth.

1:03:28 > 1:03:30I'll not have it altered.

1:03:30 > 1:03:31Will not you?

1:03:31 > 1:03:33No, nor you shall not.

1:03:33 > 1:03:34Who shall say me nay?

1:03:34 > 1:03:36Why, that will I.

1:03:36 > 1:03:40Let me not understand you, then. Speak it in Welsh.

1:03:40 > 1:03:45I can speak English, lord, as well as you,

1:03:45 > 1:03:49for I was trained up in the English court where, being but young,

1:03:49 > 1:03:52I framed to the harp many an English ditty lovely well

1:03:52 > 1:03:54and gave the tongue a helpful ornament - a virtue that was

1:03:54 > 1:03:56never seen in you!

1:03:56 > 1:03:59Marry, and I am glad of it with all my heart.

1:03:59 > 1:04:01I'd rather be a kitten and cry mew

1:04:01 > 1:04:04than one of these same metre ballad-mongers.

1:04:04 > 1:04:06Come, you shall have Trent turned!

1:04:06 > 1:04:09I do not care!

1:04:10 > 1:04:12Shall we be gone?

1:04:15 > 1:04:20The moon shines fair, you may away by night.

1:04:20 > 1:04:23I'll tell your wives of your departure hence.

1:04:32 > 1:04:37I'm afraid my daughter will run mad. So much she doteth on her Mortimer.

1:04:49 > 1:04:53Fie, cousin Percy, how you cross my father!

1:04:53 > 1:04:56I cannot choose. Sometime he angers me

1:04:56 > 1:04:58With telling me of the mouldwarp and the ant,

1:04:58 > 1:05:01Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies,

1:05:01 > 1:05:03And of a dragon and a finless fish.

1:05:03 > 1:05:07In faith, he is a worthy gentleman.

1:05:07 > 1:05:10Shall I tell you, cousin? Man is not alive

1:05:10 > 1:05:12Might so have tempted him as you have done,

1:05:12 > 1:05:15Without the taste of danger and reproof.

1:05:15 > 1:05:18But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.

1:05:18 > 1:05:21In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame

1:05:21 > 1:05:23And as your coming hither has done enough

1:05:23 > 1:05:25To put him quite beside his patience...

1:05:25 > 1:05:28You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault.

1:05:28 > 1:05:32Well, I am schooled. Good manners be your speed.

1:05:42 > 1:05:47Fi m iawn ddymchwel a ddylasech ad 'm heb unrhyw yn rhybuddio.

1:05:47 > 1:05:49Gwisga t cari 'm?

1:05:51 > 1:05:53This is the deadly spite that angers me.

1:05:53 > 1:05:56My wife can speak no English and I no Welsh.

1:05:56 > 1:06:00My daughter weeps. She will not part with you.

1:06:00 > 1:06:03She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.

1:06:03 > 1:06:06Good father, tell her that she and my lady Percy

1:06:06 > 1:06:08Shall follow in your conduct speedily.

1:06:08 > 1:06:11Sydd ddawr, fy march.

1:06:11 > 1:06:13Rhaid I filwr ateb si alwad.

1:06:13 > 1:06:17Cei ddilyn yn fy ngofal I gyda'th Fodryb Persi, so fe weli dy Fortimer annwyl fusn.

1:06:17 > 1:06:20Ond pwy wyr na welaf mohono byth.

1:06:20 > 1:06:22O, fy nhad, gadewich I mi fynd gydag ef.

1:06:22 > 1:06:24Nid oesarnag ofn yn wir.

1:06:24 > 1:06:26She is desperate here.

1:06:26 > 1:06:27Syll f'annwyld, I ddwfn fy llygaid...

1:06:27 > 1:06:30SHE CONTINUES SPEAKING IN WELSH

1:06:30 > 1:06:32I understand thy looks. SHE SPEAKS IN WELSH

1:06:32 > 1:06:36That pretty Welsh Which thou pour'st down from these swelling heavens

1:06:36 > 1:06:39I am too perfect in, but for shame,

1:06:39 > 1:06:42In such a parley should I answer thee.

1:06:42 > 1:06:47Hi angen 'ch at chreinia acha 'r babwyr a bwyso 'ch ben ynddi lapia.

1:06:47 > 1:06:52Hi ll byncio 'ch anwylyn songand chysgi.

1:06:55 > 1:06:58She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down

1:06:58 > 1:07:02And rest your gentle head upon her lap,

1:07:02 > 1:07:04And she will sing the song that pleaseth you

1:07:04 > 1:07:08And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep.

1:07:08 > 1:07:09HOTSPUR GROANS

1:07:09 > 1:07:13With all my heart I'll sit and hear her sing.

1:07:13 > 1:07:16By that time will our book, I think, be drawn.

1:07:16 > 1:07:19Do so, and those musicians that shall play to you

1:07:19 > 1:07:21Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence,

1:07:21 > 1:07:23And straight they shall be here!

1:07:23 > 1:07:25APPLAUSE

1:07:28 > 1:07:29DOG BARKS

1:07:29 > 1:07:31HE WHISTLES AND DOG GROWLS

1:07:31 > 1:07:34Sit and attend.

1:07:39 > 1:07:40GENTLE MUSIC PLAYS

1:07:45 > 1:07:50HOTSPUR: Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down.

1:07:50 > 1:07:52Come, quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.

1:07:52 > 1:07:54Go, ye giddy goose.

1:07:57 > 1:08:00Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh

1:08:00 > 1:08:02'Tis no marvel he is so humorous.

1:08:13 > 1:08:16By'r lady, he is a good musician.

1:08:16 > 1:08:19Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh.

1:08:19 > 1:08:22I had rather hear Lady, my hound, howl in Irish.

1:08:22 > 1:08:24Wouldst thou have thy head broken?

1:08:24 > 1:08:25No.

1:08:25 > 1:08:26Then be still.

1:08:26 > 1:08:28Neither.

1:08:28 > 1:08:30'Tis a woman's fault.

1:08:30 > 1:08:32Now God help thee.

1:08:32 > 1:08:33To the Welsh lady's bed.

1:08:33 > 1:08:35- What's that? - SHE STARTS TO SING IN WELSH

1:08:35 > 1:08:38Peace, she sings.

1:08:38 > 1:08:41LADY PERCY SIGHS

1:09:14 > 1:09:15Come Kate...

1:09:24 > 1:09:25..sing.

1:09:25 > 1:09:27I will not sing.

1:09:50 > 1:09:54I'll away within these two hours,

1:09:54 > 1:09:57and so come in.

1:10:29 > 1:10:31Bardolph...

1:10:33 > 1:10:37..am I not fallen away vilely since this last action?

1:10:37 > 1:10:38Do I not dwindle?

1:10:40 > 1:10:46Why my skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown.

1:10:51 > 1:10:54Well, I'll repent.

1:10:54 > 1:10:59I shall be out of heart shortly and then I shall have no strength to repent.

1:11:01 > 1:11:07If I have not forgotten the inside of a church, I'm a peppercorn.

1:11:10 > 1:11:12The inside of a church...

1:11:16 > 1:11:21Company, villainous company, hath been the death of me.

1:11:21 > 1:11:25Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long.

1:11:25 > 1:11:30Why, there is it.

1:11:30 > 1:11:32HE SIGHS

1:11:32 > 1:11:37HE YAWNS

1:11:37 > 1:11:40Come sing me a bawdy song. Make me merry.

1:11:46 > 1:11:49I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be.

1:11:49 > 1:11:51Virtuous enough.

1:11:51 > 1:11:53Swore little,

1:11:53 > 1:11:55diced not above seven times a week,

1:11:55 > 1:11:58went to a bawdy-house once in a quarter.

1:11:58 > 1:12:00Of an hour.

1:12:00 > 1:12:03Paid money that I borrowed. Three of four times.

1:12:03 > 1:12:04Lived well and in good compass.

1:12:04 > 1:12:07And now I'm out of all order, out of all compass.

1:12:07 > 1:12:10Why, you are so fat, Sir John,

1:12:10 > 1:12:15that you must needs be out of all compass.

1:12:15 > 1:12:19Out of all reasonable compass, Sir John.

1:12:19 > 1:12:23Do thou amend thy face and I'll amend my life.

1:12:23 > 1:12:25Why, Sir John,

1:12:25 > 1:12:29my face does you no harm.

1:12:29 > 1:12:34I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.

1:12:41 > 1:12:46A good sherry sack hath a two-fold operation in it.

1:12:46 > 1:12:49It ascends me into the brain, dries me there all the foolish

1:12:49 > 1:12:51and dull and curdy vapours which environ it,

1:12:51 > 1:12:53makes it apprehensive, quick,

1:12:53 > 1:12:56full of nimble fiery and delectable shapes,

1:12:56 > 1:13:00which, delivered o'er to the voice - the tongue - becomes excellent wit.

1:13:00 > 1:13:05The second property of your excellent sherry

1:13:05 > 1:13:09is the warming of the blood, which, before cold and settled,

1:13:09 > 1:13:14left the liver white and pale which is the badge of pusillanimity and cowardice.

1:13:14 > 1:13:16But the sherry warms it

1:13:16 > 1:13:19and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extreme.

1:13:22 > 1:13:25It illumineth the face,

1:13:25 > 1:13:29which as a beacon gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom,

1:13:29 > 1:13:32man, to arm and then the vital commoners

1:13:32 > 1:13:35and inland petty spirits muster me all to their captain the heart

1:13:35 > 1:13:42who, great and puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage.

1:13:42 > 1:13:44LAUGHTER

1:13:47 > 1:13:49And this valour comes of sherry.

1:13:49 > 1:13:52So that skill in the weapon is nothing without sack,

1:13:52 > 1:13:53for that sets it a-work.

1:13:57 > 1:14:01Hereof comes it that Prince Harry is valiant,

1:14:01 > 1:14:04for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father,

1:14:04 > 1:14:07he hath, like lean, sterile and bare land,

1:14:07 > 1:14:11manured, husbanded and tilled with excellent endeavour

1:14:11 > 1:14:14of drinking good and good store of fertile sherry,

1:14:14 > 1:14:18that he is become very hot and valiant.

1:14:18 > 1:14:19Rah!

1:14:23 > 1:14:28If I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I would teach them

1:14:28 > 1:14:34would be, to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.

1:14:34 > 1:14:36How now, have you inquired yet who picked my pocket?

1:14:36 > 1:14:38Why, Sir John, what do you think, Sir John?

1:14:38 > 1:14:41Do you think I keep thieves in my house?

1:14:41 > 1:14:45I have searched, I have inquired, so has my husband,

1:14:45 > 1:14:48man by man, boy by boy, servant by servant.

1:14:48 > 1:14:51The tithe of a hair was never lost in my house before.

1:14:51 > 1:14:54I'll be sworn my pocket was picked. Go to, you are a woman, go.

1:14:54 > 1:14:55Who I? No, I defy thee.

1:14:55 > 1:14:59God's light, I was never called so in mine own house before.

1:14:59 > 1:15:01Go to, I know you well enough.

1:15:01 > 1:15:04No, Sir John, you do not know me, Sir John.

1:15:04 > 1:15:08I know you, Sir John. You owe me money, Sir John,

1:15:08 > 1:15:10and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it.

1:15:10 > 1:15:13You owe money here, Sir John, for your diet and by-drinkings

1:15:13 > 1:15:16and money lent you, four and twenty pound.

1:15:16 > 1:15:21- He had his part of it, let him pay. - He? Alas, he's poor, he hath nothing.

1:15:21 > 1:15:25How poor? Look upon his face. What call you rich?

1:15:25 > 1:15:28Let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks,

1:15:28 > 1:15:32I'll not pay a penny. Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn,

1:15:32 > 1:15:34but I shall have my pocket picked?

1:15:34 > 1:15:38I've lost a seal-ring of my grandfather's worth 40 mark.

1:15:38 > 1:15:41O Jesu, I've heard the prince tell him, I know not how oft, that ring was copper.

1:15:41 > 1:15:44How? The prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup.

1:15:44 > 1:15:47'Sooth, if he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog,

1:15:47 > 1:15:49- if he would say so. - DOOR CREAKS

1:15:49 > 1:15:52How now, lad.

1:15:52 > 1:15:56- Lad, must we all march? - My lord, I pray you, hear me.

1:15:56 > 1:15:59- What sayest thou, Mistress Quickly? - Good my lord, hear me.

1:15:59 > 1:16:01- Prithee, let her alone and list' to me.- What sayest thou, Jack?

1:16:01 > 1:16:05The other night I fell asleep here and had my pocket picked.

1:16:05 > 1:16:07What didst thou lose, Jack?

1:16:07 > 1:16:10Wilt thou believe me, Hal, three or four bonds of forty pound apiece

1:16:10 > 1:16:14- and a seal-ring of my grandfather's. - A trifle, some eight-penny matter.

1:16:14 > 1:16:15So I told him, my lord,

1:16:15 > 1:16:19and I said I heard your grace say so and, my lord,

1:16:19 > 1:16:23he speaks most vilely of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is

1:16:23 > 1:16:25- and said he would cudgel you. - What? He did not.

1:16:25 > 1:16:28There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else.

1:16:28 > 1:16:32There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune,

1:16:32 > 1:16:34go, you thing, go!

1:16:35 > 1:16:38Say, what thing? What thing?

1:16:38 > 1:16:41What thing? Why, a thing to thank God for.

1:16:41 > 1:16:44I am no thing to thank God for, I would thou shouldst know it.

1:16:44 > 1:16:47I am an honest man's wife and, setting thy knighthood aside,

1:16:47 > 1:16:49thou art a knave to call me so.

1:16:49 > 1:16:52Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say otherwise.

1:16:52 > 1:16:57- Say, what beast, thou knave, thou? - What beast? Why...an otter.

1:16:58 > 1:17:00An otter, Sir John? Why an otter?

1:17:01 > 1:17:06Why, she's neither fish nor flesh, a man knows not where to have her.

1:17:06 > 1:17:09Thou art an unjust man in saying so.

1:17:09 > 1:17:12Thou or any man knows where to have me, thou knave, thou!

1:17:12 > 1:17:15Thou sayest true, Mistress Quickly,

1:17:15 > 1:17:17and he slanders thee most grossly.

1:17:17 > 1:17:20So he doth you, my lord, and said this other day

1:17:20 > 1:17:22you owest him a thousand pound.

1:17:22 > 1:17:26Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?

1:17:26 > 1:17:28A thousand pound? Ha. A million.

1:17:28 > 1:17:31Thy love is worth a million. Thou owest me thy love.

1:17:31 > 1:17:35Nay, but my lord, he called you Jack, and said he would cudgel you.

1:17:37 > 1:17:40Did I, Bardolph?

1:17:40 > 1:17:44Indeed, Sir John, you said so.

1:17:46 > 1:17:48Yea, if he said my ring was copper.

1:17:48 > 1:17:51I say 'tis copper.

1:17:51 > 1:17:54Darest thou be as good as thy word now?

1:17:54 > 1:17:57Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, I dare.

1:17:57 > 1:17:58But as thou art prince,

1:17:58 > 1:18:02I fear thee as I fear the roaring of a lion's whelp.

1:18:02 > 1:18:04And why not as the lion?

1:18:04 > 1:18:07Well, the King is to be feared as the lion.

1:18:07 > 1:18:10Dost thou think I'll fear thee as I fear thy father?

1:18:10 > 1:18:14Sirrah, there's no room for faith, truth, nor honesty

1:18:14 > 1:18:18in this bosom of thine, it's all filled up with guts and midriff.

1:18:18 > 1:18:21Charge an honest woman with picking thy pocket?

1:18:21 > 1:18:24Why, thou whoreson, impudent rascal,

1:18:24 > 1:18:27if there were anything in thy pocket

1:18:27 > 1:18:30but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of bawdy houses

1:18:30 > 1:18:33and one poor penny-worth of sugar-candy to make thee longwinded

1:18:33 > 1:18:37then I'm a villain. Art thou not ashamed?

1:18:38 > 1:18:43Thou knowest in the state of innocency Adam fell,

1:18:43 > 1:18:46what should poor Jack Falstaff do in the days of villainy?

1:18:46 > 1:18:49Thou seest I have more flesh than another man

1:18:49 > 1:18:51and therefore more frailty.

1:18:52 > 1:18:54Ah.

1:18:56 > 1:18:58You confess then, you picked my pocket?

1:19:02 > 1:19:05It appears so by the story.

1:19:13 > 1:19:17Mistress Quickly, I forgive thee.

1:19:17 > 1:19:18Go, make ready supper.

1:19:18 > 1:19:22Love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy guests.

1:19:22 > 1:19:25Thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason.

1:19:25 > 1:19:28Thou seest I'm pacified still.

1:19:28 > 1:19:30Nay, prithee, be gone.

1:19:35 > 1:19:39Now, Hal, to the news at court.

1:19:40 > 1:19:44For the robbery, lad, how is that answered?

1:19:48 > 1:19:53O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to thee.

1:19:53 > 1:19:55The money is paid back again.

1:19:55 > 1:19:57THEY GROAN

1:19:57 > 1:20:00O, I like not that paying back, 'tis a double labour.

1:20:00 > 1:20:03I am good friends with my father and may do anything.

1:20:03 > 1:20:05- Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest.- Do, my lord.

1:20:05 > 1:20:08I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot.

1:20:08 > 1:20:10- I would it had been of horse. - Bardolph?- My lord?

1:20:10 > 1:20:13Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster.

1:20:14 > 1:20:17To my brother John. This to my Lord of Westmoreland.

1:20:17 > 1:20:20Go, Poins, to horse. To horse!

1:20:20 > 1:20:23For thou and I have 30 miles to ride yet ere supper time.

1:20:23 > 1:20:26Jack? Meet me to-morrow in the temple hall

1:20:26 > 1:20:30at two o'clock in the afternoon. The land is burning.

1:20:30 > 1:20:35Percy stands on high and either we or they must lower lie.

1:20:39 > 1:20:42DOOR BANGS

1:20:42 > 1:20:44Rare words.

1:20:47 > 1:20:49Brave world.

1:20:59 > 1:21:03Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry.

1:21:03 > 1:21:05Fill me a bottle of sack.

1:21:05 > 1:21:08Will you give me money for it, captain?

1:21:08 > 1:21:09Lay out, lay out.

1:21:10 > 1:21:13I'll answer the coinage.

1:21:15 > 1:21:18Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at town's end.

1:21:19 > 1:21:22I will, captain.

1:21:23 > 1:21:25Farewell.

1:21:30 > 1:21:32If I be not ashamed of my soldiers...

1:21:34 > 1:21:38I'm a soused gurnet.

1:21:38 > 1:21:41I've misused the king's press damnably.

1:21:41 > 1:21:46I've got, in exchange of a 150 soldiers, 300 and odd pounds.

1:21:48 > 1:21:50I press me none but good house-holders...

1:21:54 > 1:21:56..such a commodity of warm slaves

1:21:56 > 1:22:00as had as lief hear the devil as a drum.

1:22:00 > 1:22:02They have bought out their services

1:22:02 > 1:22:06and now my whole charge consists of slaves

1:22:06 > 1:22:10as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth,

1:22:10 > 1:22:14the cankers of a calm world and a long peace.

1:22:14 > 1:22:18A mad fellow met me on the way and told me

1:22:18 > 1:22:22I'd unload all the gibbets and press the dead bodies.

1:22:22 > 1:22:27The villains march wide betwixt the legs as if they had shackles on.

1:22:27 > 1:22:30For indeed, I had the most of them out of prison.

1:22:30 > 1:22:33How now, blown Jack!

1:22:33 > 1:22:35Hal! How now, mad wag!

1:22:35 > 1:22:38What a devil dost thou in Warwickshire?

1:22:38 > 1:22:40My good Lord of Westmoreland, I cry you mercy,

1:22:40 > 1:22:42I thought your honour had already been at Shrewsbury.

1:22:42 > 1:22:45Faith, Sir John, 'tis more than time that I were there and you, too.

1:22:45 > 1:22:47My powers are there already.

1:22:47 > 1:22:50The king, I can tell you, looks for us all. We must away all night.

1:22:50 > 1:22:54Tut, never fear me, I'm as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.

1:22:54 > 1:22:57I think to steal cream indeed,

1:22:57 > 1:23:00for thy theft hath already made thee butter.

1:23:01 > 1:23:05Tell me, Jack, whose fellows are these that come after?

1:23:05 > 1:23:07Mine, Hal, mine.

1:23:07 > 1:23:10I did never see such pitiful rascals.

1:23:10 > 1:23:12Food for powder, food for powder.

1:23:13 > 1:23:15They'll fill a pit as well as better.

1:23:15 > 1:23:17Tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.

1:23:17 > 1:23:20Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they look exceeding poor and bare,

1:23:20 > 1:23:22they're too beggarly.

1:23:22 > 1:23:26Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had that,

1:23:26 > 1:23:30for their bareness, I'm sure they never learned that of me.

1:23:30 > 1:23:33Sirrah, make haste. Percy is already in the field.

1:23:50 > 1:23:52CHEERING

1:23:52 > 1:23:56Well said, my noble Scot! By God I cannot flatter,

1:23:56 > 1:24:00but a braver place in my heart's love hath no man than yourself.

1:24:00 > 1:24:03Nay, task me to my word.

1:24:03 > 1:24:05Approve me, lord.

1:24:05 > 1:24:09- Thou art the king of honour. - I can but thank you.

1:24:11 > 1:24:14- These letters come from your father. - Why comes he not himself?

1:24:14 > 1:24:16He cannot come, my lord, he's grievous sick.

1:24:16 > 1:24:20'Zounds! How has he the leisure to be sick in such a rustling time?

1:24:20 > 1:24:21Who leads his power?

1:24:21 > 1:24:25His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord.

1:24:25 > 1:24:27Sick now? Droop now?

1:24:28 > 1:24:32This sickness doth infect the very life-blood of our enterprise.

1:24:38 > 1:24:41Yet I would your father had been here.

1:24:41 > 1:24:43This absence of your father's draws a curtain

1:24:43 > 1:24:46that shows the ignorant a kind of fear before not dreamt of.

1:24:46 > 1:24:50You strain too far. I rather of his absence make this use -

1:24:50 > 1:24:52it lends a lustre and more great opinion,

1:24:52 > 1:24:53Than if the earl were here.

1:24:53 > 1:24:56There is not such a word spoke of in Scotland

1:24:56 > 1:24:57as this term of fear.

1:24:57 > 1:25:01CHEERING

1:25:03 > 1:25:07My cousin Vernon, welcome, by my soul.

1:25:07 > 1:25:10The king himself in person is set forth,

1:25:10 > 1:25:12With strong and mighty preparation.

1:25:12 > 1:25:15No harm. What more?

1:25:15 > 1:25:19Where is his son, the nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales

1:25:19 > 1:25:22that daffed the world aside and bid it pass?

1:25:22 > 1:25:24I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,

1:25:24 > 1:25:28his cuisses on his thighs, gallantly armed

1:25:28 > 1:25:31rise from the ground like feathered Mercury.

1:25:31 > 1:25:33No more, no more.

1:25:35 > 1:25:38Doomsday is near!

1:25:38 > 1:25:44Die all, die merrily!

1:25:56 > 1:25:58'What need I be so forward with him

1:25:58 > 1:25:59'that calls not on me?

1:26:03 > 1:26:05'Well, 'tis no matter, honour pricks me on.

1:26:07 > 1:26:11'Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? How then?

1:26:13 > 1:26:16'Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No.

1:26:17 > 1:26:20'Or take away the grief of a wound? No.

1:26:22 > 1:26:24'Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? No.

1:26:27 > 1:26:31'What is honour? A word.

1:26:31 > 1:26:35'What is in that word honour? What is that honour?

1:26:37 > 1:26:41'Air. A trim reckoning.

1:26:42 > 1:26:47'Who hath it? He that died o'Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No.

1:26:47 > 1:26:50'Doth he hear it? No.

1:26:50 > 1:26:53''Tis insensible, then. Yea, to the dead.

1:26:55 > 1:26:59'But will it not live with the living? No. Why?

1:26:59 > 1:27:05'Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it.

1:27:06 > 1:27:07'Honour is a mere scutcheon.

1:27:10 > 1:27:11'And so ends my catechism.'

1:27:48 > 1:27:50- We'll fight with him tonight. - It may not be.

1:27:50 > 1:27:52You give him then the advantage.

1:27:52 > 1:27:54- Not a whit.- Why say you so?

1:27:54 > 1:27:56- Looks he not for supply? - So do we.

1:27:56 > 1:27:59His is certain, ours is doubtful.

1:27:59 > 1:28:02- Good cousin, be advised. Stir not tonight.- Do not, my lord.

1:28:02 > 1:28:04You do not counsel well.

1:28:04 > 1:28:07You speak it out of fear and cold heart.

1:28:07 > 1:28:09Do me no slander, Douglas.

1:28:10 > 1:28:15By my life, let it be seen tomorrow in the battle which of us fears.

1:28:15 > 1:28:17- Yea, or tonight.- Content.

1:28:17 > 1:28:18Tonight, say I.

1:28:18 > 1:28:21Come, come, it may not be.

1:28:21 > 1:28:25I wonder much, being men of such great leading as you are,

1:28:25 > 1:28:29That you foresee not what impediments drag back our expedition.

1:28:29 > 1:28:32Certain horse of my cousin are not yet come up.

1:28:32 > 1:28:34Your uncle Worcester's came but today,

1:28:34 > 1:28:39and now their pride and mettle is asleep, that not a horse is half the half of himself.

1:28:39 > 1:28:41So are the horses of the enemy.

1:28:41 > 1:28:43The number of the king exceedeth ours.

1:28:43 > 1:28:47For God's sake, cousin, stay till all come in.

1:28:57 > 1:28:59I come with gracious offers from the king.

1:28:59 > 1:29:06Sir Walter Blunt, welcome, and would to God you were of our determination.

1:29:06 > 1:29:09God defend but still I should stand so,

1:29:09 > 1:29:13so long as out of limit and true rule you stand against anointed majesty.

1:29:14 > 1:29:16But to my charge.

1:29:17 > 1:29:20The king hath sent to know the nature of your griefs

1:29:20 > 1:29:25and whereupon you conjure from the breast of civil peace such bold hostility.

1:29:26 > 1:29:30If that the king have any way your good deserts forgot,

1:29:30 > 1:29:34he bids you name your griefs and with all speed you shall have your desires with interest,

1:29:34 > 1:29:38and pardon absolute for yourself and these

1:29:38 > 1:29:40herein misled by your suggestion.

1:29:40 > 1:29:41The king is kind.

1:29:43 > 1:29:47And well we know the king knows at what time to promise, when to pay.

1:29:47 > 1:29:52My father and my uncle and myself did give him that same royalty he wears.

1:29:52 > 1:29:55And when he was not six and twenty strong,

1:29:55 > 1:29:58sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,

1:29:58 > 1:30:01a poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,

1:30:01 > 1:30:04my father gave him welcome to the shore.

1:30:04 > 1:30:08And when he heard him swear and vow to God he came but to be Duke of Lancaster,

1:30:08 > 1:30:14My father, in kind heart and pity moved, swore him assistance and performed it too.

1:30:14 > 1:30:18Now when the lords and barons of the realm perceived my father did lean to him,

1:30:18 > 1:30:21the more and less came in with cap and knee.

1:30:21 > 1:30:24He presently, as greatness knows itself,

1:30:24 > 1:30:30steps me a little higher than the vow made to my father, takes on him to reform his country's wrongs.

1:30:30 > 1:30:33And by this face, this seeming brow of justice,

1:30:33 > 1:30:36did he win the hearts of all that he did angle for.

1:30:36 > 1:30:38I came not to hear this.

1:30:38 > 1:30:39Then to the point.

1:30:40 > 1:30:43In short time after, he deposed the king.

1:30:43 > 1:30:45Soon after that deprived him of his life,

1:30:45 > 1:30:50and in the neck of that tasked the whole state, disgraced me in my happy victories,

1:30:50 > 1:30:52sought to entrap me by intelligence,

1:30:52 > 1:30:55rated mine uncle from the council-board,

1:30:55 > 1:30:57in rage dismissed my father from the court,

1:30:57 > 1:31:01broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong,

1:31:01 > 1:31:05and in conclusion drove us to seek out this head of safety.

1:31:07 > 1:31:09And withal to pry into his title,

1:31:09 > 1:31:13the which we find too indirect for long continuance.

1:31:18 > 1:31:21Shall I return this answer to the king?

1:31:24 > 1:31:29Not so, Sir Walter, we'll withdraw awhile

1:31:29 > 1:31:33and in the morning - early - shall my uncle bring him our purposes.

1:31:34 > 1:31:35And so farewell.

1:31:40 > 1:31:43I would you would accept of grace and love.

1:31:43 > 1:31:44And maybe so we shall.

1:31:46 > 1:31:48Pray God you do.

1:32:04 > 1:32:09How bloodily the sun begins to peer above yon busky hill.

1:32:10 > 1:32:13The day looks pale at his distemperature.

1:32:15 > 1:32:18The southern wind doth play the trumpet to his purposes,

1:32:18 > 1:32:21foretells a tempest and a blustering day.

1:32:21 > 1:32:24Then with the losers let it sympathise,

1:32:24 > 1:32:28for nothing can seem foul to those that win.

1:32:36 > 1:32:40How now, my Lord of Worcester.

1:32:40 > 1:32:44'Tis not well that you and I should meet upon the terms that now we meet.

1:32:45 > 1:32:49You have deceived our trust,

1:32:49 > 1:32:52and made us doff our easy robes of peace

1:32:52 > 1:32:56to crush our old limbs in ungentle steel.

1:32:58 > 1:32:59This is not well, my lord.

1:32:59 > 1:33:05My liege, I do protest - I have not sought the day of this dislike.

1:33:05 > 1:33:08You have not sought it? How comes it, then?

1:33:08 > 1:33:11Rebellion lay in his way and he found it.

1:33:11 > 1:33:13Peace, chewet, peace!

1:33:13 > 1:33:16I must remember you, my lord,

1:33:16 > 1:33:19we were the first and dearest of your friends.

1:33:19 > 1:33:23It was myself, my brother and his son, that brought you home

1:33:23 > 1:33:26and boldly did outdare the dangers of the time.

1:33:26 > 1:33:31But in short space such a flood of sudden greatness fell on you

1:33:31 > 1:33:33you took occasion to be quickly wooed,

1:33:33 > 1:33:36forget your oath to us at Doncaster,

1:33:36 > 1:33:38and being fed by us you used us so

1:33:38 > 1:33:42as that ungentle hull, the cuckoo's bird, useth the sparrow.

1:33:56 > 1:34:02Tell your nephew the Prince of Wales doth join with all the world in praise of Henry Percy.

1:34:02 > 1:34:05I do not think a braver gentleman,

1:34:05 > 1:34:08more daring or more bold, is now alive.

1:34:08 > 1:34:12For my part, I may speak it to my shame,

1:34:12 > 1:34:16I have a truant been to chivalry,

1:34:16 > 1:34:20yet this before my father's majesty -

1:34:20 > 1:34:24I will, to save the blood on either side,

1:34:24 > 1:34:27try fortune with him in a single fight.

1:34:30 > 1:34:35We love our people well -

1:34:35 > 1:34:39even those we love that are misled upon your cousin's part,

1:34:42 > 1:34:45But, will they take the offer of our grace,

1:34:45 > 1:34:48both he and they and you, yea every man

1:34:48 > 1:34:52will be my friend again and I'll be his.

1:34:55 > 1:34:58We offer fair, take it advisedly.

1:35:07 > 1:35:10It will not be accepted, on my life.

1:35:13 > 1:35:15Well, God befriend us,

1:35:15 > 1:35:19as our cause is just!

1:35:22 > 1:35:26My nephew must not know, Sir Richard, the liberal and kind offer of the king.

1:35:26 > 1:35:28'Twere best he did.

1:35:28 > 1:35:30Then are we all undone.

1:35:30 > 1:35:32It is not possible, it cannot be

1:35:32 > 1:35:35the king should keep his word in loving us.

1:35:35 > 1:35:39My nephew's trespass may be well forgot -

1:35:39 > 1:35:43it hath the excuse of youth and heat of blood -

1:35:43 > 1:35:47but all his offences live upon my head and on his father's.

1:35:48 > 1:35:53We did train him on, we, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.

1:35:53 > 1:35:57Deliver what you will, I'll say 'tis so.

1:36:03 > 1:36:08Hal, if thou see me down in the battle,

1:36:08 > 1:36:11bestride me, so, 'tis a point of friendship.

1:36:11 > 1:36:14Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship.

1:36:14 > 1:36:17Say thy prayers and farewell.

1:36:17 > 1:36:20I would 'twere bed-time, Hal, and all well.

1:36:25 > 1:36:28Why, thou owest God a death.

1:36:28 > 1:36:30'Tis not due yet.

1:36:30 > 1:36:32I'd be loath to pay him before his day.

1:36:43 > 1:36:46Uncle, what news?

1:36:46 > 1:36:48The king will bid you battle presently.

1:36:48 > 1:36:50There is no seeming mercy in the king.

1:36:50 > 1:36:53Did you beg any? God forbid.

1:36:53 > 1:36:55The Prince of Wales stepped forth before the king,

1:36:55 > 1:36:58and, cousin, challenged you to single fight.

1:36:58 > 1:37:01How showed his tasking? Seemed it in contempt?

1:37:01 > 1:37:02No, by my soul.

1:37:02 > 1:37:06I never in my life did hear a challenge urged more modestly.

1:37:07 > 1:37:10Cousin, I think thou art enamoured on his follies.

1:37:12 > 1:37:13Arm,

1:37:13 > 1:37:15arm with speed

1:37:15 > 1:37:19and fellows, soldiers, friends,

1:37:19 > 1:37:25better consider what you have to do than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,

1:37:25 > 1:37:27can lift your blood up with persuasion.

1:37:27 > 1:37:31Let each man do his best!

1:37:34 > 1:37:36Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,

1:37:36 > 1:37:41meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse!

1:38:45 > 1:38:46Who are you?

1:38:48 > 1:38:52Sir Walter Blunt. There's honour for you.

1:38:57 > 1:39:01I am as hot as moulten lead and as heavy too.

1:39:01 > 1:39:02Lend me thy sword.

1:39:02 > 1:39:06God keep lead out of me, I need no more weight than mine own bowels.

1:39:06 > 1:39:08What, stand'st thou idle here? Lend me thy sword.

1:39:08 > 1:39:11Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile.

1:39:11 > 1:39:16Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have done this day. I've paid Percy, I've made him sure.

1:39:16 > 1:39:20He is indeed and living to kill thee. I prithee, lend me thy sword.

1:39:20 > 1:39:23Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my sword,

1:39:23 > 1:39:26- but take my pistol, if thou wilt. - Give it to me.

1:39:26 > 1:39:29What, is it in the case?

1:39:29 > 1:39:30Ay, Hal, 'tis hot, 'tis hot this.

1:39:30 > 1:39:32That will sack a city.

1:39:34 > 1:39:37What, is it a time to jest and dally now?

1:40:08 > 1:40:10Harry, withdraw thyself, thou bleed'st too much.

1:40:10 > 1:40:14- Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.- Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.

1:40:14 > 1:40:17I beseech your majesty, move forward,

1:40:17 > 1:40:19lest your retirement do amaze your friends.

1:40:19 > 1:40:22I will do so. Lead him to his tent.

1:40:22 > 1:40:23Onward!

1:40:23 > 1:40:25Only...

1:41:48 > 1:41:52If I mistake not,

1:41:52 > 1:41:54thou art Harry Monmouth.

1:41:55 > 1:41:58Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name.

1:41:58 > 1:42:00My name is Harry Percy.

1:42:00 > 1:42:03Why, then I see a very valiant rebel of a name.

1:42:04 > 1:42:07I am the Prince of Wales and think not, Percy,

1:42:07 > 1:42:10to share with me in glory any more.

1:42:10 > 1:42:15Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

1:42:15 > 1:42:16Well said, Hal.

1:42:40 > 1:42:44The hour is come to end the one of us,

1:42:44 > 1:42:47and would to God thy name in arms were now as great as mine.

1:42:47 > 1:42:50I'll make it greater ere I part from thee,

1:42:50 > 1:42:54and all the budding honours on thy crest I'll crop,

1:42:54 > 1:42:56to make a garland for my head.

1:42:56 > 1:42:59I can no longer brook thy vanities.

1:43:50 > 1:43:52Thou hast robbed me of my youth.

1:43:58 > 1:44:02Percy... Thou art...

1:44:02 > 1:44:07Dust and food...

1:44:12 > 1:44:15For worms, brave Percy.

1:44:20 > 1:44:22Fare thee well, great heart.

1:44:28 > 1:44:33Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk.

1:44:34 > 1:44:39When that this body did contain a spirit

1:44:39 > 1:44:42a kingdom for it was too small a bound,

1:44:42 > 1:44:46and now,

1:44:46 > 1:44:51two paces of the vilest earth is room enough.

1:44:57 > 1:44:59Adieu.

1:45:25 > 1:45:27What, old acquaintance...

1:45:31 > 1:45:33..could not all this flesh keep in a little life?

1:45:36 > 1:45:39I could have better spared a better man.

1:45:42 > 1:45:44Poor Jack.

1:45:50 > 1:45:52Farewell.

1:45:59 > 1:46:01Embowelled will I see thee by and by.

1:46:03 > 1:46:09Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie.

1:46:29 > 1:46:30Embowelled?

1:46:32 > 1:46:35If thou embowel me today, I'll give you leave to powder me

1:46:35 > 1:46:37and eat me too tomorrow.

1:46:40 > 1:46:44The better part of valour is discretion...

1:46:46 > 1:46:48..in the which better part I've saved my life.

1:46:56 > 1:47:00'Zounds, I'm afraid of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead.

1:47:03 > 1:47:05How, if he should counterfeit too and rise?

1:47:08 > 1:47:11By my faith, I'm afraid he would prove the better counterfeit.

1:47:13 > 1:47:19Therefore I'll make him sure, yea, and I'll swear I killed him.

1:47:20 > 1:47:24Why may not he rise as well as I?

1:47:32 > 1:47:39Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me.

1:47:40 > 1:47:44Therefore, sirrah, with a new wound -

1:47:54 > 1:47:56come you along with me.

1:48:11 > 1:48:14Ill-spirited Worcester,

1:48:14 > 1:48:18did not we send grace, pardon and terms of love to all of you?

1:48:18 > 1:48:22A noble earl and many a creature else had been alive this hour,

1:48:22 > 1:48:26if like a Christian thou hadst truly borne betwixt our armies true intelligence.

1:48:29 > 1:48:33What I have done my safety urged me to.

1:48:33 > 1:48:36Bear Worcester to the death.

1:48:36 > 1:48:38And Vernon too.

1:48:44 > 1:48:48Other offenders we will pause upon.

1:48:54 > 1:48:57Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?

1:49:02 > 1:49:07I did. I saw him dead.

1:49:08 > 1:49:10Art thou alive?

1:49:10 > 1:49:13Thou art not what thou seem'st.

1:49:13 > 1:49:16No, that's certain, I'm not a double man but if I be not Jack Falstaff,

1:49:16 > 1:49:18then am I a Jack.

1:49:20 > 1:49:24There is Percy.

1:49:26 > 1:49:30If your father will do me any honour, so.

1:49:30 > 1:49:34If not, let him kill the next Percy himself.

1:49:34 > 1:49:39I look to be either earl or duke, I can assure you.

1:49:41 > 1:49:48Why, Percy I killed myself and saw thee dead.

1:49:50 > 1:49:52Didst thou?

1:49:52 > 1:49:55Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying.

1:49:55 > 1:49:59I grant you I was down and out of breath and so was he,

1:49:59 > 1:50:01but we rose both at an instant

1:50:01 > 1:50:04and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock.

1:50:06 > 1:50:08If I may be believed, so.

1:50:08 > 1:50:13If not, let them that should reward valour bear the sin upon their own heads.

1:50:15 > 1:50:20I'll take it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the thigh.

1:50:20 > 1:50:22If the man were alive and would deny it,

1:50:22 > 1:50:26'zounds, I would make him eat a piece of my sword.

1:50:26 > 1:50:29This is the strangest tale that ever I heard.

1:50:33 > 1:50:35This is the strangest fellow, brother John.

1:50:55 > 1:50:58Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back.

1:51:00 > 1:51:04For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,

1:51:04 > 1:51:07I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.

1:51:11 > 1:51:17Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field,

1:51:17 > 1:51:20to see what friends are living, who are dead.

1:51:23 > 1:51:26Full bravely hast thou fleshed thy maiden sword.

1:51:39 > 1:51:42I'll follow, as they say, for reward.

1:51:44 > 1:51:46He that rewards me, God reward him.

1:51:48 > 1:51:54If I do grow great, I'll grow less, for I'll purge and leave sack,

1:51:54 > 1:52:01and live cleanly as a nobleman should do.

1:52:21 > 1:52:24How goes the field?

1:52:25 > 1:52:28The day is ours!

1:52:28 > 1:52:32CHEERING

1:52:33 > 1:52:37Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke!

1:52:47 > 1:52:50Rebellion

1:52:50 > 1:52:54in this land shall lose his sway,

1:52:54 > 1:53:00meeting the check of such another day.