Henry IV - Part 2

0:00:23 > 0:00:26There thou makest me sad and makest me sin in envy

0:00:26 > 0:00:30that my Lord Northumberland should be the father to so blest a son

0:00:30 > 0:00:37Whilst I see riot and dishonour stain the brow of my young Harry.

0:00:37 > 0:00:42He doth it as like one of these harlotry players as I ever see.

0:00:42 > 0:00:46There is a virtuous man whom I've often noted in thy company,

0:00:46 > 0:00:48but I know not his name.

0:00:48 > 0:00:51ALL: Falstaff!

0:00:53 > 0:00:55My liege, I did deny no prisoners.

0:00:55 > 0:00:57Send me your prisoners by the speediest means

0:00:57 > 0:01:01Or you shall hear in such a kind from us as will displease you.

0:01:01 > 0:01:04I speak not this in estimation of what I think might be,

0:01:04 > 0:01:08but what I know is ruminated, plotted and set down.

0:01:08 > 0:01:11Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot.

0:01:11 > 0:01:14And then the power of Scotland and of York, to join with Mortimer.

0:01:14 > 0:01:17I have a truant been to chivalry,

0:01:17 > 0:01:19Yet this before my father's majesty,

0:01:19 > 0:01:23I will, try fortune with him in a single fight.

0:01:23 > 0:01:28Doomsday is near. Die all...

0:01:28 > 0:01:31Die merrily!

0:01:37 > 0:01:41I am the Prince of Wales and think not, Percy,

0:01:41 > 0:01:44To share with me in glory any more.

0:02:05 > 0:02:07There is Percy!

0:02:08 > 0:02:13Percy I killed myself and saw thee dead.

0:02:13 > 0:02:16Lord, lord, how this world is given to lying.

0:02:33 > 0:02:37Sirrah, you giant.

0:02:38 > 0:02:40What says the doctor to my water?

0:02:40 > 0:02:44He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy water but,

0:02:44 > 0:02:48for the party that owned it, he might have more diseases than he knew for.

0:02:51 > 0:02:55Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me.

0:02:55 > 0:02:59The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man,

0:02:59 > 0:03:03is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter,

0:03:03 > 0:03:06more than I invent or is invented on me.

0:03:06 > 0:03:10I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.

0:03:21 > 0:03:23Thou whoreson mandrake,

0:03:23 > 0:03:28thou art fitter to be worn in my cap than to wait at my heels.

0:03:28 > 0:03:30Where's Bardolph?

0:03:30 > 0:03:33He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horse.

0:03:33 > 0:03:36An I could get me but a wife in the stews,

0:03:36 > 0:03:40I were manned, horsed, and wived.

0:03:54 > 0:03:55HORSE WHINNIES

0:03:57 > 0:04:00Noble earl, I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.

0:04:00 > 0:04:02Good, and God will?

0:04:02 > 0:04:03As good as heart can wish.

0:04:03 > 0:04:06The king is almost wounded to the death

0:04:06 > 0:04:11and, in the fortune of my lord your son, Prince Harry slain outright.

0:04:11 > 0:04:14How is this derived? Saw you the field?

0:04:14 > 0:04:16Came you from Shrewsbury?

0:04:16 > 0:04:18I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence.

0:04:21 > 0:04:22Here comes more news.

0:04:22 > 0:04:26Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf,

0:04:26 > 0:04:28foretells the nature of the tragic volume.

0:04:30 > 0:04:34Say, Hastings, didst thou come from Shrewsbury?

0:04:34 > 0:04:36I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord,

0:04:36 > 0:04:41Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask to fright our party.

0:04:41 > 0:04:43How doth my son and brother?

0:04:46 > 0:04:49Thou tremblest and the whiteness in thy cheek

0:04:49 > 0:04:51Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.

0:04:51 > 0:04:55Douglas is living and your brother yet,

0:04:55 > 0:04:58But for my lord your son...

0:04:58 > 0:05:04Why, he is dead. See what a ready tongue suspicion hath.

0:05:04 > 0:05:07You are too great to be by me gainsaid,

0:05:07 > 0:05:10Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.

0:05:10 > 0:05:12Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead.

0:05:14 > 0:05:17I see a strange confession in thine eye.

0:05:17 > 0:05:24Thou shakest thy head and hold'st it fear or sin to speak a truth.

0:05:24 > 0:05:27I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead.

0:05:27 > 0:05:29I am sorry that I should force you to believe that which

0:05:29 > 0:05:32I would to God I had not seen.

0:05:32 > 0:05:36But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state.

0:05:36 > 0:05:39His death, whose spirit lent a fire

0:05:39 > 0:05:44even to the dullest peasant in his camp, being bruited once,

0:05:44 > 0:05:47took fire and heat away from the best tempered courage in his troops.

0:05:47 > 0:05:54So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss, fly from the field.

0:05:54 > 0:05:58The sum of all Is that the king hath won

0:05:58 > 0:06:01and hath sent out a speedy power to encounter you, my lord.

0:06:02 > 0:06:05For this I shall have time enough to mourn.

0:06:14 > 0:06:17Let heaven kiss earth!

0:06:17 > 0:06:23Now let not nature's hand keep the wild flood confined!

0:06:23 > 0:06:28Let order die and darkness be the burier of the dead!

0:06:29 > 0:06:32Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your honour.

0:06:32 > 0:06:37The lives of all your loving complices lean on your health,

0:06:37 > 0:06:42the which, if you give o'er to stormy passion, must perforce decay.

0:06:42 > 0:06:46We all that are engaged to this loss knew that we ventured on such

0:06:46 > 0:06:49dangerous seas that if we wrought our life 'twas ten to one.

0:06:49 > 0:06:54I hear for certain - and do speak the truth -

0:06:54 > 0:06:59the gentle Archbishop of York is up with well appointed powers.

0:07:03 > 0:07:09I knew of this before but, to speak truth,

0:07:09 > 0:07:13this present grief had wiped it from my mind.

0:07:30 > 0:07:31Sir John Falstaff!

0:07:31 > 0:07:35Here comes that nobleman that committed the Prince to prison.

0:07:35 > 0:07:37- Boy, tell him I'm deaf. - Sir John.

0:07:37 > 0:07:39You must speak louder, my master is deaf.

0:07:39 > 0:07:40Sir John.

0:07:43 > 0:07:46A young knave and begging? Is there not wars?

0:07:46 > 0:07:49Is there not employment? Do not the rebels need soldiers?

0:07:49 > 0:07:50You mistake me, sir.

0:07:50 > 0:07:52Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man?

0:07:52 > 0:07:55Setting my knighthood and my soldiership aside,

0:07:55 > 0:07:56I'd lied in my throat, if I'd said so.

0:07:56 > 0:07:58I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood

0:07:58 > 0:08:02and our soldiership aside and give me leave to tell you,

0:08:02 > 0:08:05you lie in your throat if you say I am any other than an honest man.

0:08:05 > 0:08:08I give thee leave to tell me so. Hence, avaunt!

0:08:08 > 0:08:11Sir, the Lord Chief Justice would speak with you.

0:08:13 > 0:08:18My good lord. God give your lordship good time of day.

0:08:18 > 0:08:20I'm glad to see your lordship abroad.

0:08:20 > 0:08:22I heardsay your lordship was sick.

0:08:22 > 0:08:26Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet some

0:08:26 > 0:08:29smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time and I must

0:08:29 > 0:08:32humbly beseech your lordship to have a reverent care of your health.

0:08:32 > 0:08:37Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury.

0:08:37 > 0:08:41An't please your lordship, I hear his majesty is returned with some discomfort.

0:08:41 > 0:08:42I talk not of his majesty.

0:08:42 > 0:08:44You would not come when I sent for you.

0:08:44 > 0:08:45And I hear, moreover,

0:08:45 > 0:08:48his highness is fallen into this same whoreson apoplexy.

0:08:48 > 0:08:51Well, God mend him. I pray you, let me speak with you.

0:08:51 > 0:08:53This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy,

0:08:53 > 0:08:56an't please your lordship, a kind of sleeping in the blood,

0:08:56 > 0:08:57a whoreson tingling.

0:08:57 > 0:09:00What tell you me of it, be it as it is.

0:09:00 > 0:09:02It hath its original from much grief,

0:09:02 > 0:09:04from study and perturbation of the brain.

0:09:04 > 0:09:07I've read the cause of his effects, a kind of deafness.

0:09:07 > 0:09:09I think you are fallen into the disease,

0:09:09 > 0:09:11for you hear not what I say to you.

0:09:11 > 0:09:15Very well, my lord, very well.

0:09:15 > 0:09:18Rather, an't please you, it is the disease of not listening,

0:09:18 > 0:09:21the malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal.

0:09:21 > 0:09:24I sent for you, when were matters against you for your life,

0:09:24 > 0:09:25to come and speak with me.

0:09:25 > 0:09:28As I was then advised by my learned counsel in the laws of soldiery,

0:09:28 > 0:09:30I did not come.

0:09:30 > 0:09:34Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infamy.

0:09:34 > 0:09:36He that buckles him in my belt cannot live in less.

0:09:36 > 0:09:39You have misled the youthful prince.

0:09:39 > 0:09:40The young prince hath misled me.

0:09:40 > 0:09:44I'm the fellow with the great belly and he my dog.

0:09:44 > 0:09:48Your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded over

0:09:48 > 0:09:50your night's exploit of robbery.

0:09:51 > 0:09:56You may thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'er-posting that action.

0:09:56 > 0:09:57My lord?

0:09:59 > 0:10:02Wake not the sleeping wolf.

0:10:03 > 0:10:07To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox.

0:10:07 > 0:10:10You follow the young prince up and down like his ill angel.

0:10:10 > 0:10:14You that are old consider not the capacities of us that are young.

0:10:14 > 0:10:17Do you set your name down in the scroll of youth,

0:10:17 > 0:10:21that are written down old with all the characters of age?

0:10:21 > 0:10:24My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the afternoon

0:10:24 > 0:10:26with a white head and something a round belly.

0:10:26 > 0:10:29For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of anthems.

0:10:29 > 0:10:31To approve my youth further, I will not.

0:10:31 > 0:10:34The truth is I'm only old in judgment and understanding

0:10:34 > 0:10:36and he that will caper with me for a thousand marks,

0:10:36 > 0:10:38let him lend me the money and have at him.

0:10:38 > 0:10:41Well, God send the prince a better companion.

0:10:41 > 0:10:43God send the companion a better prince.

0:10:43 > 0:10:45I cannot rid my hands of him.

0:10:45 > 0:10:48Well, the king hath severed you and Prince Harry.

0:10:53 > 0:10:55I hear you are going with Lord John of Lancaster

0:10:55 > 0:11:00against the Archbishop and the Earl of Northumberland.

0:11:00 > 0:11:03Yea. I thank your pretty sweet wit for it.

0:11:03 > 0:11:08But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady Peace at home,

0:11:08 > 0:11:11that our armies join not in a hot day for, by the Lord,

0:11:11 > 0:11:14I take but two shirts out with me and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily.

0:11:14 > 0:11:18Well, I cannot last ever.

0:11:18 > 0:11:21But it was alway yet the trick of our English nation,

0:11:21 > 0:11:23if they have a good thing, to make it too common.

0:11:23 > 0:11:28If ye will needs say I am an old man, you should give me rest.

0:11:28 > 0:11:30I would to God my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is.

0:11:30 > 0:11:34Well, be honest, be honest, and God bless your expedition.

0:11:34 > 0:11:38Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to furnish me forth?

0:11:38 > 0:11:40Not a penny, not a penny.

0:11:44 > 0:11:46- Boy.- Sir?

0:11:46 > 0:11:49What money's in my purse?

0:11:50 > 0:11:54Seven groats and two pence.

0:11:54 > 0:11:59I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse.

0:11:59 > 0:12:05Borrowing only lingers and lingers it out but disease is incurable.

0:12:05 > 0:12:08HE MOANS WITH PAIN

0:12:08 > 0:12:12A pox of this gout.

0:12:12 > 0:12:14Or a gout of this pox.

0:12:14 > 0:12:19For the one or the other plays the rogue with my great toe.

0:12:19 > 0:12:24CHANTING IN LATIN

0:12:39 > 0:12:42Thus have you heard our cause and know our means.

0:12:42 > 0:12:46And, my most noble friends, I pray you all.

0:12:46 > 0:12:51Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes.

0:12:51 > 0:12:54And first, lord marshal, what say you to it?

0:12:54 > 0:12:56I well allow the occasion of our arms,

0:12:56 > 0:12:58But gladly would be better satisfied

0:12:58 > 0:13:01How in our means we should advance ourselves

0:13:01 > 0:13:04To look with forehead bold and big enough

0:13:04 > 0:13:06Upon the power and puissance of the king.

0:13:06 > 0:13:09Our present musters grow upon the file

0:13:09 > 0:13:11To five and twenty thousand men of choice.

0:13:11 > 0:13:13And our supplies live largely in the hope

0:13:13 > 0:13:16Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns

0:13:16 > 0:13:17With an incensed fire of injuries.

0:13:17 > 0:13:20The question then, Lord Hastings, standeth thus,

0:13:20 > 0:13:22Whether our present five and twenty thousand

0:13:22 > 0:13:24May hold up head without Northumberland?

0:13:24 > 0:13:27- With him, we may.- But if without him we be thought too feeble,

0:13:27 > 0:13:30My judgment is, we should not step too far.

0:13:30 > 0:13:33'Tis very true, Lord Coleville, for indeed

0:13:33 > 0:13:36It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury.

0:13:36 > 0:13:39It was, my lord. He lined himself with hope,

0:13:39 > 0:13:41Eating the air on promise of supply.

0:13:41 > 0:13:43But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt

0:13:43 > 0:13:46To lay down likelihoods and forms of hope.

0:13:46 > 0:13:47When we mean to build,

0:13:47 > 0:13:49We first survey the plot, then draw the model.

0:13:49 > 0:13:51And when we see the figure of the house

0:13:51 > 0:13:54Then must we rate the cost of the erection

0:13:54 > 0:13:56Which if we find outweighs ability,

0:13:56 > 0:13:59What do we then but draw anew the model

0:13:59 > 0:14:01Or at last desist to build at all?

0:14:01 > 0:14:05Much more, in this great work of ours,

0:14:05 > 0:14:09Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down and set another up.

0:14:09 > 0:14:12I think we are a body strong enough, even as we are,

0:14:12 > 0:14:14to equal with the king.

0:14:14 > 0:14:16What, is the king but five and twenty thousand?

0:14:16 > 0:14:20To us no more. Nay, not so much, Lord Coleville.

0:14:20 > 0:14:24For his divisions, as the times do brawl, are in three heads -

0:14:24 > 0:14:28one power against the French, and one against Glendower.

0:14:28 > 0:14:29Perforce a third must take up us

0:14:29 > 0:14:34and his coffers sound with hollow poverty and emptiness.

0:14:34 > 0:14:37That he should draw his several strengths together

0:14:37 > 0:14:41and come against us in full puissance need not be dreaded.

0:14:41 > 0:14:45If he should do so, he leaves his back unarmed, never fear that.

0:14:45 > 0:14:48Who is it like should lead his forces hither?

0:14:48 > 0:14:51The Duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland.

0:14:51 > 0:14:54LAUGHTER

0:14:54 > 0:14:59Let us away and publish the occasion of our arms.

0:14:59 > 0:15:03Shall we go draw our numbers and set on?

0:15:03 > 0:15:05We are time's subjects and time bids be gone.

0:15:28 > 0:15:31Humphrey, son of Gloucester, Thomas, son of Clarence.

0:15:31 > 0:15:34Where's the prince your brother?

0:15:34 > 0:15:37I think he's gone to hunt, my lord, at Windsor.

0:15:37 > 0:15:38How accompanied?

0:15:38 > 0:15:41I do not know, my lord.

0:15:41 > 0:15:43Is not his brother, John, with him?

0:15:43 > 0:15:47No, my good lord, he is in presence here.

0:15:47 > 0:15:48Ah.

0:15:51 > 0:15:56What would my lord and father?

0:15:59 > 0:16:04How chance thou art not with the prince thy brother?

0:16:04 > 0:16:08He loves thee and thou dost neglect him, John.

0:16:08 > 0:16:12Thou hast a better place in his affections than all thy brothers.

0:16:12 > 0:16:15Cherish it, my boy,

0:16:15 > 0:16:19And noble offices thou mayst effect of mediation after I am dead

0:16:19 > 0:16:23Between his greatness and thy other brethren.

0:16:24 > 0:16:26Therefore omit him not.

0:16:26 > 0:16:30Blunt not his love,

0:16:30 > 0:16:33Lose not the good advantage of his grace

0:16:33 > 0:16:39By seeming cold or careless of his will.

0:16:39 > 0:16:43I shall observe him with all care and love.

0:16:48 > 0:16:51Why art thou not at Windsor with him, John?

0:16:53 > 0:16:58He is not there today. He dines in London.

0:17:01 > 0:17:03And...

0:17:05 > 0:17:08..how accompanied, canst thou tell that?

0:17:09 > 0:17:14With Poins and other his continual followers.

0:17:15 > 0:17:18The foremost subject is the fattest soil to weeds,

0:17:18 > 0:17:24And he, the noble image of my youth,

0:17:24 > 0:17:28Is overspread with them.

0:17:34 > 0:17:38Therefore my grief stretches itself beyond the hour of death.

0:17:38 > 0:17:44The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape

0:17:44 > 0:17:50In forms imaginary the unguided days and rotten times

0:17:50 > 0:17:54that you shall look upon

0:17:54 > 0:17:58When I am sleeping with my ancestors.

0:17:58 > 0:18:02My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite:

0:18:02 > 0:18:06The prince but studies his companions like a strange tongue,

0:18:06 > 0:18:08wherein, to gain the language.

0:18:08 > 0:18:11The prince will in the perfectness of time

0:18:11 > 0:18:15Cast off his followers and their memory shall as a pattern or measure live,

0:18:15 > 0:18:22By which his grace must mete the lives of others, Turning past evils to advantages.

0:18:25 > 0:18:30'Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her comb

0:18:30 > 0:18:33In the dead carrion.

0:18:33 > 0:18:34Master Fang, where's your yeoman?

0:18:34 > 0:18:38Is't a lusty yeoman? Will a' stand to 't?

0:18:38 > 0:18:40Sirrah? Where's Snare?

0:18:40 > 0:18:42O Lord, ay! Good Master Snare.

0:18:42 > 0:18:45Here, here. Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.

0:18:45 > 0:18:49It may chance cost some of us our lives, for he will stab.

0:18:49 > 0:18:50He stabbed me in mine own house.

0:18:50 > 0:18:54If his weapon be out, he will thrust like any devil.

0:18:54 > 0:18:57If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.

0:18:57 > 0:18:58No, nor I neither. I'll be at your elbow.

0:18:58 > 0:19:01And I but fist him once an a' come but within my vice.

0:19:01 > 0:19:03I am undone by his going to the wars.

0:19:06 > 0:19:11- How now?- Whose mare's dead? What's the matter?

0:19:11 > 0:19:15Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mistress Quickly.

0:19:15 > 0:19:19Away, varlets! Draw, Bardolph, cut me off the villain's head.

0:19:19 > 0:19:21Throw the quean in the channel.

0:19:21 > 0:19:25I'll throw thee in the channel! Thou bastardly rogue!

0:19:25 > 0:19:26Keep them off, Bardolph.

0:19:29 > 0:19:31You fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.

0:19:31 > 0:19:34Thou wo't, wo't thou? Thou wo't, wo't ta?

0:19:34 > 0:19:36Do, do, thou rogue!

0:20:14 > 0:20:18What is the matter? Keep the peace here!

0:20:18 > 0:20:23Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, stand to me.

0:20:23 > 0:20:27How now, Sir John. What are you brawling here?

0:20:27 > 0:20:32Doth this become your place, your time and business?

0:20:32 > 0:20:34You should have been well on your way to York.

0:20:34 > 0:20:36Stand from him, fellow.

0:20:36 > 0:20:38Wherefore hang'st upon him?

0:20:38 > 0:20:41O most worshipful lord, an't please your grace,

0:20:41 > 0:20:46I am a poor widow of Eastcheap and he is arrested at my suit.

0:20:46 > 0:20:48For what sum?

0:20:48 > 0:20:53It is more than for some, my lord, it is for all, all I have.

0:20:53 > 0:20:56He hath eaten me out of house and home.

0:20:56 > 0:20:59How comes this, Sir John?

0:20:59 > 0:21:01Are you not ashamed to enforce a poor widow

0:21:01 > 0:21:04to so rough a course to come by her own?

0:21:04 > 0:21:06What is the gross sum that I owe thee?

0:21:06 > 0:21:10Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself and the money too -

0:21:10 > 0:21:13thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet

0:21:13 > 0:21:16sitting in my Dolphin-chamber at the round table by a sea-coal fire

0:21:16 > 0:21:20upon Wednesday in Wheeson week when the prince broke thy head for liking

0:21:20 > 0:21:23his father to a singing-man of Windsor, thou didst swear to me then

0:21:23 > 0:21:28as I was washing thy wound to marry me and make me my lady thy wife.

0:21:28 > 0:21:31My lord, this is a poor mad soul and she says up and down the town

0:21:31 > 0:21:33that her eldest son is like you.

0:21:35 > 0:21:37Poverty hath distracted her.

0:21:37 > 0:21:40Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted

0:21:40 > 0:21:44with your manner of wrenching the true cause the false way.

0:21:44 > 0:21:47You have, as it appears to me,

0:21:47 > 0:21:50practised upon the easy-yielding spirit of this woman,

0:21:50 > 0:21:54made her serve your uses both in purse and in person.

0:21:54 > 0:21:57Aye, in good truth, my lord.

0:21:57 > 0:21:59Pray thee, peace.

0:21:59 > 0:22:02Pay her the debt you owe her and unpay the villany you have done her.

0:22:02 > 0:22:07My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without reply.

0:22:07 > 0:22:10I say to you, I do desire deliverance from these officers,

0:22:10 > 0:22:13being upon hasty employment in the king's affairs.

0:22:14 > 0:22:17You speak as having power to do wrong.

0:22:17 > 0:22:19But answer in the effect of your reputation

0:22:19 > 0:22:22and satisfy this poor woman.

0:22:25 > 0:22:28Come hither.

0:22:29 > 0:22:32Now, Master Gower, what news?

0:22:32 > 0:22:34The king, my lord, and Harry Prince of Wales are near at hand.

0:22:34 > 0:22:36The rest the paper tells.

0:22:36 > 0:22:38As I am a gentleman.

0:22:38 > 0:22:40Faith, you said so before.

0:22:40 > 0:22:44As I am a gentleman. Come, no more words of this.

0:22:44 > 0:22:47Come, an 'twere not for thy humours,

0:22:47 > 0:22:49there's not a better wench in England.

0:22:49 > 0:22:53Go, wash thy face, and draw the action.

0:22:53 > 0:22:58Come, thou must not be in this humour with me.

0:22:58 > 0:23:00Dost not know me?

0:23:00 > 0:23:04Come, come, I know thou wast set on to this.

0:23:04 > 0:23:07Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles.

0:23:07 > 0:23:12I' faith, I am loath to pawn my plate, so God save me, la.

0:23:12 > 0:23:15Let it alone, I'll make other shift. You'll be a fool still.

0:23:21 > 0:23:26Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown.

0:23:28 > 0:23:32I hope you'll come to supper. You'll pay me all together?

0:23:36 > 0:23:39Will I live? Come.

0:23:39 > 0:23:44With her, with her. Hook on, hook on.

0:23:44 > 0:23:46Will you have Doll Tearsheet meet you at supper?

0:23:46 > 0:23:49No more words, let's have her.

0:23:55 > 0:23:57I have heard better news.

0:23:57 > 0:23:59What's the news, my lord?

0:23:59 > 0:24:00Come all his forces back?

0:24:00 > 0:24:03- No.- Fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse, are marched up

0:24:03 > 0:24:06with my lord of Lancaster, against Northumberland and the Archbishop.

0:24:06 > 0:24:09- You shall have letters of me presently.- My lord.

0:24:09 > 0:24:10What's the matter?

0:24:10 > 0:24:13Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner?

0:24:13 > 0:24:17I must wait upon my good lord here, I thank you, good Sir John.

0:24:17 > 0:24:19Sir John, you loiter here too long,

0:24:19 > 0:24:22being you are to take soldiers up in counties as you go.

0:24:22 > 0:24:24Will you sup with me, Master Gower?

0:24:24 > 0:24:27What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John?

0:24:27 > 0:24:32Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool that taught them me.

0:24:33 > 0:24:37Now the Lord lighten thee, thou art a great fool.

0:25:03 > 0:25:07Before God, I am exceeding weary.

0:25:07 > 0:25:09Is't come to that?

0:25:09 > 0:25:13I had thought weariness durst not have attached one of so high blood.

0:25:13 > 0:25:14Come faith, it does me,

0:25:14 > 0:25:18though it discolours the complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it.

0:25:18 > 0:25:22Doth it not show vilely in me to desire small beer?

0:25:22 > 0:25:26Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied as to remember so weak a composition.

0:25:26 > 0:25:28Belike then my appetite was not princely got,

0:25:28 > 0:25:32for, by my troth, I do now remember the poor creature, "small beer".

0:25:33 > 0:25:36But, indeed, these humble considerations make me

0:25:36 > 0:25:39out of love with my greatness.

0:25:39 > 0:25:42What a disgrace is it to me to remember thy name.

0:25:42 > 0:25:45Or to know thy face tomorrow.

0:25:45 > 0:25:48How ill it follows after you have laboured so hard,

0:25:48 > 0:25:50you should talk so idly.

0:25:50 > 0:25:53Tell me, how many good young princes would do so,

0:25:53 > 0:25:56their fathers being so sick as yours at this time is?

0:26:02 > 0:26:04Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins?

0:26:04 > 0:26:07Yes, faith, let it be an excellent good thing.

0:26:07 > 0:26:11It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine.

0:26:11 > 0:26:13Go to.

0:26:13 > 0:26:15I stand the push of your one thing that you will tell.

0:26:15 > 0:26:19Marry, I tell thee, it is not meet that I should be sad,

0:26:19 > 0:26:21now my father is sick.

0:26:21 > 0:26:26Albeit I could tell thee, as to one it pleases me,

0:26:26 > 0:26:29for fault of a better, to call my friend,

0:26:29 > 0:26:32I could be sad and sad indeed too.

0:26:32 > 0:26:36Very hardly upon such a subject.

0:26:36 > 0:26:42I tell thee, my heart bleeds inwardly that my father is so sick

0:26:42 > 0:26:46and keeping such vile company as thou art

0:26:46 > 0:26:48hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow.

0:26:48 > 0:26:51- The reason?- What wouldst thou think of me if I should weep?

0:26:51 > 0:26:54I would think thee a most princely hypocrite.

0:26:54 > 0:26:56It would be every man's thought and thou art a blessed fellow

0:26:56 > 0:27:01to think as every man thinks. Every man would think me an hypocrite indeed.

0:27:01 > 0:27:05And what accites your most worshipful thought to think so?

0:27:05 > 0:27:09Why, because you have been so lewd and so much engraffed to Falstaff.

0:27:09 > 0:27:11And to thee.

0:27:11 > 0:27:16By this light, I am well spoke on. I can hear it with my own ears.

0:27:16 > 0:27:19By the mass, here comes Bardolph.

0:27:22 > 0:27:24And the boy that I gave Falstaff.

0:27:31 > 0:27:32God save your grace.

0:27:32 > 0:27:34And yours, most noble Bardolph.

0:27:34 > 0:27:38Come, you virtuous ass, you bashful fool, must you be blushing?

0:27:38 > 0:27:41E' calls me e'en now, my lord, through a red lattice window

0:27:41 > 0:27:43and I could discern no part of his face.

0:27:43 > 0:27:46Me thought he had made two holes in a red petticoat

0:27:46 > 0:27:49and so peeped through.

0:27:49 > 0:27:50THEY LAUGH

0:27:50 > 0:27:56Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away!

0:28:01 > 0:28:03How doth your master, Bardolph?

0:28:03 > 0:28:05Well, my lord.

0:28:05 > 0:28:09He heard of your grace's coming to town, there's a letter for you.

0:28:23 > 0:28:28I do allow this wen to be as familiar with me as my dog,

0:28:28 > 0:28:32for look you how he writes.

0:28:32 > 0:28:36"Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of the king,

0:28:36 > 0:28:39"nearest his father, Harry Prince of Wales, greeting."

0:28:39 > 0:28:41Why, this is a certificate.

0:28:41 > 0:28:42Peace!

0:28:42 > 0:28:47"I will imitate... Oh, I will imitate to the honourable Romans in brevity.

0:28:47 > 0:28:50"Be not too familiar with Poins.

0:28:51 > 0:28:53"He misuses thy favours so much,

0:28:53 > 0:28:56"that he swears thou art to marry his sister Nell.

0:28:58 > 0:29:01"Repent at idle times as thou mayest, and so, farewell."

0:29:01 > 0:29:05My lord, I'll steep this letter in sack and make him eat it.

0:29:07 > 0:29:10Must I marry your sister?

0:29:12 > 0:29:16God send the wench no worse fortune but I never said so.

0:29:26 > 0:29:29Well, thus we play the fools with the time

0:29:29 > 0:29:34and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.

0:29:35 > 0:29:37- Is your master here in London? - Yea, my lord.

0:29:37 > 0:29:39Where sups he?

0:29:39 > 0:29:42At the old place, my lord, in Eastcheap.

0:29:42 > 0:29:43Sup any women with him?

0:29:43 > 0:29:48None, my lord, but old Mistress Quickly and Mistress Doll Tearsheet.

0:29:50 > 0:29:52Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper?

0:29:52 > 0:29:55I am your shadow, my lord, I'll follow you.

0:29:55 > 0:29:57Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph,

0:29:57 > 0:30:00no word to your master that I am yet come to town.

0:30:03 > 0:30:05There's for your silence.

0:30:05 > 0:30:08I have no tongue, sir.

0:30:08 > 0:30:10And for mine, sir, I'll govern it.

0:30:10 > 0:30:12Fare you well, go.

0:30:16 > 0:30:20Might we see Falstaff bestow himself tonight in his true colours

0:30:20 > 0:30:23and not ourselves be seen?

0:30:32 > 0:30:34I pray thee, loving wife and gentle daughter,

0:30:34 > 0:30:36give even way unto my rough affairs.

0:30:36 > 0:30:39I have given over, I will speak no more.

0:30:39 > 0:30:44Do what you will, your wisdom be your guide.

0:30:44 > 0:30:46Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn

0:30:46 > 0:30:49And, but my going, nothing can redeem it.

0:30:49 > 0:30:52O yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars.

0:30:52 > 0:30:55The time was, father, that you broke your word

0:30:55 > 0:30:59When you were more endeared to it than now, When your own Percy,

0:30:59 > 0:31:00when my heart's dear Harry,

0:31:00 > 0:31:04Threw many a northward look to see his father bring up his powers.

0:31:04 > 0:31:09Beshrew your heart, fair daughter, you do draw my spirits from me

0:31:09 > 0:31:11With new lamenting ancient oversights.

0:31:19 > 0:31:23Fly to Scotland, till that the nobles and the armed commons

0:31:23 > 0:31:25Have of their puissance made a little taste.

0:31:25 > 0:31:28If they get ground and vantage of the king

0:31:28 > 0:31:32Then join you with them like a rib of steel to make strength stronger

0:31:32 > 0:31:36but, for all our loves, first let them try themselves.

0:31:36 > 0:31:40So did your son. He was so suffered.

0:31:40 > 0:31:44So came I a widow and never will have length of life enough

0:31:44 > 0:31:47To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes.

0:31:56 > 0:32:00I will resolve for Scotland.

0:32:00 > 0:32:05There am I, till time and vantage crave my company.

0:32:52 > 0:32:55Go call the Earls of Westmoreland and Warwick.

0:32:55 > 0:33:00But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters,

0:33:02 > 0:33:06And well consider of them.

0:33:06 > 0:33:08Make good speed.

0:33:14 > 0:33:19How many thousand of my poorest subjects are at this hour asleep?

0:33:23 > 0:33:30O sleep, O gentle sleep,

0:33:30 > 0:33:34Nature's soft nurse,

0:33:39 > 0:33:45how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt

0:33:45 > 0:33:50weigh my eyelids down

0:33:50 > 0:33:55and steep my senses in forgetfulness?

0:34:01 > 0:34:09Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,

0:34:09 > 0:34:15Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee and hushed with buzzing

0:34:15 > 0:34:21night-flies to thy slumber, than in the perfumed chambers

0:34:21 > 0:34:26of the great, under the canopies of costly state,

0:34:29 > 0:34:32And lulled

0:34:34 > 0:34:37with sounds of sweetest melody?

0:34:47 > 0:34:50O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile

0:34:50 > 0:34:57In loathsome beds and leavest the kingly couch

0:34:57 > 0:34:59A watch-case or a common 'larum-bell?

0:35:02 > 0:35:05Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast

0:35:05 > 0:35:08Seal up the ship-boy's eyes and rock his brains

0:35:08 > 0:35:14In cradle of the rude imperious surge And in the visitation of the winds

0:35:14 > 0:35:18Who take the ruffian billows by the top,

0:35:18 > 0:35:23Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them with deafening clamour

0:35:23 > 0:35:27in the slippery clouds, that, with the hurly, death itself awakes?

0:35:36 > 0:35:38BELL TOLLS

0:35:44 > 0:35:51Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose

0:35:51 > 0:35:55To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude

0:36:03 > 0:36:09And in the calmest and most stillest night

0:36:12 > 0:36:19With all appliances and means to boot

0:36:19 > 0:36:21Deny it to a king?

0:36:27 > 0:36:31Then happy low, lie down.

0:36:39 > 0:36:42Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

0:36:48 > 0:36:53The room where they supped is too hot. They'll come in straight.

0:36:53 > 0:36:55Sirrah, here will be the prince and Master Poins anon

0:36:55 > 0:36:58and Sir John must not know of it.

0:36:58 > 0:36:59Bardolph hath brought word.

0:37:01 > 0:37:04It will be an excellent stratagem. Dispatch.

0:37:04 > 0:37:06I'll see if I can find out Sneak.

0:37:09 > 0:37:14I' faith, sweetheart, methinks now you're in an excellent good temperality.

0:37:14 > 0:37:18Your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose, in good truth, la,

0:37:18 > 0:37:22but i' faith you have drunk too much canaries

0:37:22 > 0:37:27and that is a marvellous searching wine and it perfumes the blood

0:37:27 > 0:37:33ere one can say "What's this?" How do you now?

0:37:35 > 0:37:40- Better than I was.- Why, that's well said. A good heart's worth gold.

0:37:40 > 0:37:43- "When Arthur first in court... " - Lo, here comes Sir John.

0:37:43 > 0:37:47Empty the jordan. "And was a worthy king." How now, Mistress Doll.

0:37:47 > 0:37:51- Sick of a calm, yea, good faith. - So is all her sect -

0:37:51 > 0:37:53maybe once in a calm, they are sick.

0:37:53 > 0:37:56You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me?

0:37:56 > 0:37:58You make fat rascals, Doll.

0:37:58 > 0:38:02I make them? Gluttony and diseases make them, I make them not.

0:38:02 > 0:38:04If the cook help to make the gluttony,

0:38:04 > 0:38:06you help to make the diseases, Doll.

0:38:06 > 0:38:08We catch of you, Doll, we catch of you.

0:38:08 > 0:38:10Grant that, my poor virtue, grant that.

0:38:10 > 0:38:13Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself!

0:38:13 > 0:38:15By my troth, this is the old fashion.

0:38:15 > 0:38:18You two never meet but you fall to some discord.

0:38:18 > 0:38:21You are both, i' good truth, as rheumatic as two dry toasts.

0:38:21 > 0:38:25You cannot one bear with another's confirmities.

0:38:25 > 0:38:27Come, I'll be friends with thee, Jack.

0:38:27 > 0:38:29Thou art going to the wars

0:38:29 > 0:38:34and whether I shall ever see thee again or no, there is nobody cares.

0:38:34 > 0:38:37Sir, Ancient Pistol's below, and would speak with you.

0:38:37 > 0:38:39Hang him, swaggering rascal.

0:38:39 > 0:38:43Let him not come hither, he is the foul-mouthed'st rogue in England.

0:38:43 > 0:38:47If he swagger, let him not come here. No, by my faith. I must live

0:38:47 > 0:38:49among my neighbours. I'll no swaggerers.

0:38:49 > 0:38:53- Dost thou hear, hostess? - Pacify yourself, Sir John, there comes no swaggerers here.

0:38:53 > 0:38:55Dost thou hear? It's mine ancient.

0:38:55 > 0:38:57Tilly-fally, Sir John, ne'er tell me,

0:38:57 > 0:39:00your ancient swaggerer comes not in my doors.

0:39:00 > 0:39:02He's no swaggerer, hostess. A tame cheater, i'faith.

0:39:02 > 0:39:05You may stroke him as gently as a puppy greyhound.

0:39:05 > 0:39:07- Call him up, drawer. - Cheater, call you him?

0:39:07 > 0:39:10Feel, masters, how I shake, look you, I warrant you.

0:39:10 > 0:39:13- So you do, hostess.- Do I?

0:39:13 > 0:39:15Yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere an aspen leaf.

0:39:15 > 0:39:18I cannot abide swaggerers.

0:39:18 > 0:39:22God save you, Sir John!

0:39:22 > 0:39:24Welcome, Ancient Pistol.

0:39:24 > 0:39:27Here, Pistol, I charge you with a cup of sack.

0:39:27 > 0:39:29Do you discharge upon mine hostess.

0:39:29 > 0:39:32I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.

0:39:34 > 0:39:36She is Pistol-proof, sir.

0:39:36 > 0:39:39I'll drink no proofs nor no bullets.

0:39:39 > 0:39:43I'll drink no more than will do me good, for no man's pleasure, I.

0:39:43 > 0:39:45Then to you, Mistress Dorothy. I will charge you.

0:39:45 > 0:39:49Charge me? I scorn you, scurvy companion.

0:39:49 > 0:39:53What? You poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen mate.

0:39:53 > 0:39:56Away, you mouldy rogue, away.

0:39:56 > 0:39:59- I am meat for your master. - I know you, Mistress Dorothy.

0:39:59 > 0:40:02Away, you cut-purse rascal, you filthy bung, away!

0:40:02 > 0:40:05By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps

0:40:05 > 0:40:09an you play the saucy cuttle with me.

0:40:09 > 0:40:13God let me not live but I'll murder your ruff for this.

0:40:13 > 0:40:16No more, Pistol. I would not have you go off here. Discharge yourself of our company, Pistol.

0:40:16 > 0:40:21Captain? Thou abominable damned cheater, art thou not ashamed to be called captain?

0:40:21 > 0:40:25An captains were of my mind, they would truncheon you out

0:40:25 > 0:40:28for taking their names upon you before you have earned them.

0:40:28 > 0:40:31You a captain? You slave - for what?

0:40:31 > 0:40:36For tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house? He a captain?

0:40:36 > 0:40:38Hang him!

0:40:41 > 0:40:45Good Captain Peesel, be quiet. 'Tis very late, i'faith.

0:40:45 > 0:40:48Down, down, dogs! Down, faitors!

0:40:48 > 0:40:51I beseek you now, aggravate your choler.

0:40:51 > 0:40:53Be gone, good ancient.

0:40:53 > 0:40:57Die men like dogs! Give crowns like pins!

0:40:57 > 0:40:59Have we not iron here?

0:40:59 > 0:41:02O' my word, captain, there's none such here.

0:41:02 > 0:41:07Do you think I would deny her? For God's sake, be quiet.

0:41:07 > 0:41:13Then feed and be fat, my fair Calipolis.

0:41:15 > 0:41:17Come, give us some sack.

0:41:17 > 0:41:22"Si fortune me tormente, sperato me contento."

0:41:26 > 0:41:28Fear we broadsides?

0:41:28 > 0:41:33Give me some sack and sweetheart, lie thou there.

0:41:42 > 0:41:45Well, come we to full points here and are etceteras nothing?

0:41:45 > 0:41:47Pistol, I would be quiet.

0:41:47 > 0:41:52Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf.

0:41:55 > 0:42:02What? We have seen the seven stars.

0:42:02 > 0:42:08Ah, for God's sake, thrust him down stairs.

0:42:08 > 0:42:10I cannot endure such a fustian rascal.

0:42:10 > 0:42:15Thrust him down stairs? Know we not Galloway nags?

0:42:15 > 0:42:21What? Shall we have incision? Shall we imbrue?

0:42:21 > 0:42:24Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days!

0:42:24 > 0:42:27Give me my rapier, boy.

0:42:27 > 0:42:28Get you downstairs!

0:42:28 > 0:42:31I pray thee, Jack, do not draw! Do not draw!

0:42:31 > 0:42:33Get you down stairs.

0:42:59 > 0:43:05I pray thee, Jack, be quiet. The rascal's gone.

0:43:05 > 0:43:09Oh, you whoreson little valiant villain, you.

0:43:09 > 0:43:12Are you not hurt i' the groin?

0:43:12 > 0:43:15Me thought a' made a shrewd thrust at your belly.

0:43:17 > 0:43:22You sweet little rogue, you.

0:43:22 > 0:43:27Alas, poor ape, how thou sweatest.

0:43:27 > 0:43:30Come, let me wipe thy face.

0:43:32 > 0:43:36Come on, you whoreson chops.

0:43:36 > 0:43:41Ah, rogue, i'faith, I love thee.

0:43:41 > 0:43:47Thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy. Ah, villain.

0:43:49 > 0:43:54A rascally slave. I'll toss the rogue in a blanket.

0:43:54 > 0:43:56Do, an thou darest for thy heart.

0:43:56 > 0:44:00An thou dost, I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets.

0:44:00 > 0:44:03The music is come, sir.

0:44:03 > 0:44:05Let him play.

0:44:20 > 0:44:23HE PLAYS MELANCHOLY SONG

0:44:29 > 0:44:30Sit on my knee, Doll.

0:44:34 > 0:44:37He's a rascal bragging slave.

0:44:38 > 0:44:41The rogue fled from me like quicksilver.

0:44:41 > 0:44:46Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig!

0:44:46 > 0:44:48THEY LAUGH

0:44:59 > 0:45:05When wilt thou leave fighting o' days and foining o' nights

0:45:05 > 0:45:08and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven?

0:45:08 > 0:45:09Peace, good Doll.

0:45:11 > 0:45:13Do not speak like a death's-head,

0:45:13 > 0:45:15do not bid me remember mine end.

0:45:19 > 0:45:22Sirrah, what humour's the prince of?

0:45:25 > 0:45:27A good, shallow young fellow.

0:45:28 > 0:45:32He'd have made a good pantler, he'd ha' chipp'd bread well.

0:45:32 > 0:45:35They say Poins has a good wit.

0:45:35 > 0:45:37He a good wit?

0:45:37 > 0:45:39Hang him, baboon.

0:45:41 > 0:45:43His wit is thick as Tewksbury mustard.

0:45:43 > 0:45:46DOLL GIGGLES

0:45:46 > 0:45:49Why does the prince love him so, then?

0:45:52 > 0:45:53Because...

0:45:55 > 0:45:57..their legs are both of a bigness and...

0:45:59 > 0:46:01..he plays at quoits well, and...

0:46:02 > 0:46:05..eats conger and fennel

0:46:05 > 0:46:07and rides the wild-mare with the boys

0:46:09 > 0:46:13and swears with a good grace and wears his boots very smooth and...

0:46:14 > 0:46:17..breeds no bate with telling of discreet stories.

0:46:20 > 0:46:23And such other gambol faculties he hath

0:46:23 > 0:46:27that show a weak mind and an able body

0:46:29 > 0:46:31For the which the prince admits him

0:46:32 > 0:46:35for the prince himself is such another.

0:46:35 > 0:46:38(HE WHISPERS) Would not this nave have his ears cut off?

0:46:40 > 0:46:43(HE WHISPERS) Let's beat him before his whore.

0:46:43 > 0:46:46FALLSTAFF SIGHS CONTENTEDLY

0:46:48 > 0:46:51HE GROANS

0:46:56 > 0:47:00- HE GROANS - Kiss me, Doll.

0:47:00 > 0:47:02DOLL GIGGLES

0:47:08 > 0:47:13Look, whether the withered elder hath not his poll

0:47:13 > 0:47:14clawed like a parrot.

0:47:17 > 0:47:21Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

0:47:25 > 0:47:27Thou dost give me flattering busses.

0:47:28 > 0:47:30I kiss thee with a most constant heart.

0:47:41 > 0:47:44- I'm old. - THEY LAUGH

0:47:52 > 0:47:54I'm old.

0:47:56 > 0:48:01I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young boy of them all.

0:48:13 > 0:48:15What stuff wilt have a gown of?

0:48:16 > 0:48:18I shall receive money o' Thursday.

0:48:20 > 0:48:22Shalt have a cap to-morrow?

0:48:31 > 0:48:32A merry song, come.

0:48:35 > 0:48:37- It grows late. - HE PLAYS LUTE

0:48:41 > 0:48:43Thou'lt forget me when I'm gone.

0:48:43 > 0:48:47By my troth, thou'lt set me a-weeping an thou sayest so.

0:48:49 > 0:48:53Prove that ever I dress myself handsome till thy return.

0:48:54 > 0:48:57Well, harken at the end.

0:49:05 > 0:49:07(FALSTAFF SHOUTS) Some sack! >

0:49:07 > 0:49:08Francis!

0:49:08 > 0:49:10- Anon, anon, sir! - CRASHING DOLL SCREAMS

0:49:12 > 0:49:14- Anon, anon, sir. - Anon, anon, sir.

0:49:14 > 0:49:16A bastard son of the king's?

0:49:16 > 0:49:19And art not thou Poins, his brother?

0:49:19 > 0:49:22Why, thou globe of sinful continents,

0:49:22 > 0:49:24what a life dost thou lead.

0:49:24 > 0:49:27O the Lord, preserve thy good grace.

0:49:28 > 0:49:31By my troth, welcome to London.

0:49:33 > 0:49:37Now, the Lord bless that sweet face of thine.

0:49:37 > 0:49:40Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty.

0:49:40 > 0:49:43By this light flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome.

0:49:43 > 0:49:44How, you fat fool, I scorn you.

0:49:44 > 0:49:47My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge

0:49:47 > 0:49:49and turn all to a merriment unless you take not the heat.

0:49:53 > 0:49:55You whoreson candle-mine you,

0:49:55 > 0:49:58how vilely did you speak of me even now

0:49:58 > 0:50:03before this honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman.

0:50:03 > 0:50:08God's blessing of your good heart and so she is, by my troth.

0:50:08 > 0:50:11Confess the wilful abuse and then I know how to handle you.

0:50:13 > 0:50:15No abuse, Hal, o' mine honour, no abuse.

0:50:15 > 0:50:16No?

0:50:16 > 0:50:21Not to dispraise me and call me pantler and bread-chipper

0:50:21 > 0:50:24and I know not what?

0:50:24 > 0:50:26No abuse, Hal.

0:50:26 > 0:50:27No abuse?

0:50:27 > 0:50:28No abuse, Ned,

0:50:28 > 0:50:32i' the world honest Ned, none.

0:50:32 > 0:50:35I dispraised him before the wicked,

0:50:35 > 0:50:37that the wicked might not fall in love with him.

0:50:37 > 0:50:41In which doing, I've done the part of a careful friend

0:50:41 > 0:50:46and a true subject and thy father is to give me thanks for it.

0:50:53 > 0:50:56No abuse, Hal.

0:50:56 > 0:50:59None, Ned, none. No.

0:50:59 > 0:51:01Faith, boys, none.

0:51:01 > 0:51:04LAUGHTER AND CHATTER

0:51:11 > 0:51:13Peto, how now, what news?

0:51:13 > 0:51:15The king, your father, is at Westminster.

0:51:15 > 0:51:17And there are twenty weak and wearied posts

0:51:17 > 0:51:19come from the north

0:51:19 > 0:51:21and, as I came along,

0:51:21 > 0:51:23I met and overtook a dozen captains,

0:51:23 > 0:51:26Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns,

0:51:26 > 0:51:28Asking for Sir John Falstaff.

0:51:31 > 0:51:34By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame.

0:51:34 > 0:51:36So idly to profane the precious time

0:51:36 > 0:51:39When tempest of commotion, like the south

0:51:39 > 0:51:41Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt

0:51:41 > 0:51:44And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.

0:51:45 > 0:51:46Falstaff.

0:51:49 > 0:51:51Good night.

0:52:10 > 0:52:13THEY SIGH

0:52:17 > 0:52:21Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night

0:52:21 > 0:52:24and we must hence and leave it unpicked.

0:52:24 > 0:52:27- KNOCK AT DOOR - How now?

0:52:27 > 0:52:29What's the matter?

0:52:29 > 0:52:30You must away to court, sir.

0:52:31 > 0:52:35A dozen captains stay at the door for you.

0:52:39 > 0:52:41Pay the musicians, sirrah.

0:52:53 > 0:52:55Farewell, hostess.

0:52:59 > 0:53:02- Farewell, Doll. - DOLL WHIMPERS

0:53:08 > 0:53:11Now you see, my good wenches,

0:53:11 > 0:53:14how men of merit are sought after.

0:53:16 > 0:53:18Farewell good wenches.

0:53:21 > 0:53:23If I be not sent away post,

0:53:23 > 0:53:26I'll see you again ere I go.

0:53:28 > 0:53:29I cannot speak.

0:53:31 > 0:53:33If my heart be not read to burst.

0:53:34 > 0:53:36Well, sweet Jack,

0:53:37 > 0:53:39have a care of thyself.

0:53:44 > 0:53:45Farewell.

0:53:48 > 0:53:54I have known thee these twenty-nine years, come peascod-time,

0:53:56 > 0:53:59but an honester and truer-hearted man...

0:54:02 > 0:54:05..well, fare thee well.

0:54:08 > 0:54:10(BARDOLPH SHOUTS) Mistress Tearsheet! >

0:54:10 > 0:54:12What's the matter?

0:54:14 > 0:54:17Good Mistress Tearsheet, come to my master!

0:54:19 > 0:54:22O, run, Doll, run. Run, good Doll. She comes blubbered.

0:54:22 > 0:54:23Doll, will you come!

0:54:43 > 0:54:45Many good morrows to your majesty.

0:54:51 > 0:54:52Is it...

0:54:54 > 0:54:56..good morrow, lords?

0:54:57 > 0:54:59'Tis one o'clock and past.

0:54:59 > 0:55:01Ah.

0:55:01 > 0:55:03Well, then.

0:55:04 > 0:55:07Good morrow to you all, my lords.

0:55:08 > 0:55:14You have read o'er the letters that I sent you?

0:55:14 > 0:55:15We have, my liege.

0:55:15 > 0:55:19Then you perceive the body of our kingdom

0:55:19 > 0:55:20How foul it is,

0:55:20 > 0:55:25with what rank diseases grow

0:55:27 > 0:55:29And with what danger, near the heart of it.

0:55:29 > 0:55:32It is but as a body yet distempered

0:55:32 > 0:55:34Which to his former strength may be restored

0:55:34 > 0:55:36With good advice and little medicine.

0:55:36 > 0:55:39My Lord Northumberland will soon be cooled.

0:55:39 > 0:55:41Ah.

0:55:42 > 0:55:45O God!

0:55:48 > 0:55:50That one might read the book of fate

0:55:53 > 0:55:56And see the revolution of the times,

0:55:56 > 0:55:59Make mountains level and the continent,

0:55:59 > 0:56:02Weary of solid firmness,

0:56:02 > 0:56:05melt itself into the sea.

0:56:05 > 0:56:08How chances mocks

0:56:08 > 0:56:12And changes fill the cup of alteration

0:56:12 > 0:56:14With divers liquors.

0:56:14 > 0:56:17HE CHUCKLES

0:56:17 > 0:56:18O...

0:56:21 > 0:56:23..if this were seen,

0:56:25 > 0:56:28The happiest youth, viewing his progress through,

0:56:28 > 0:56:31What perils past, what crosses to ensue

0:56:34 > 0:56:38Would shut the book and sit him down and die.

0:56:44 > 0:56:46'Tis not 'ten years gone

0:56:46 > 0:56:48Since Richard and Northumberland,

0:56:50 > 0:56:51great friends,

0:56:53 > 0:56:54Did feast together.

0:56:59 > 0:57:01Which of you was by?

0:57:03 > 0:57:08You, cousin Warwick, as I may remember,

0:57:08 > 0:57:11When Richard, with his eye brimful of tears,

0:57:11 > 0:57:15Did speak these words, now proved a prophecy.

0:57:15 > 0:57:19"Northumberland, thou ladder by the which

0:57:19 > 0:57:22"My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne."

0:57:22 > 0:57:25Though then,

0:57:25 > 0:57:28God knows, I had no such intent

0:57:31 > 0:57:34"The time shall come,"

0:57:34 > 0:57:36HE LAUGHS WEAKLY Thus did he follow it,

0:57:40 > 0:57:42"The time will come,

0:57:43 > 0:57:46"that foul sin, gathering head,

0:57:46 > 0:57:48"Shall break into corruption."

0:57:52 > 0:57:54So went on,

0:57:54 > 0:57:58Foretelling this same time's condition

0:57:58 > 0:58:01And the division of our amity.

0:58:01 > 0:58:04Such things become the hatch and brood of time.

0:58:04 > 0:58:06And by the necessary form of this

0:58:06 > 0:58:08King Richard might create a perfect guess

0:58:08 > 0:58:10That great Northumberland,

0:58:10 > 0:58:11then false to him,

0:58:11 > 0:58:14Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness

0:58:14 > 0:58:16Which should not find a ground to root upon

0:58:16 > 0:58:17Unless on you.

0:58:17 > 0:58:22And that same word even now cries out on us.

0:58:22 > 0:58:24They say the bishop and Northumberland

0:58:24 > 0:58:26- Are fifty thousand strong. - It cannot be, my lord.

0:58:26 > 0:58:28Rumour doth double like the voice and echo

0:58:28 > 0:58:29The numbers of the feared.

0:58:29 > 0:58:32Please it your grace To go to bed.

0:58:32 > 0:58:33Upon my soul, my lord,

0:58:33 > 0:58:35The powers that you already have sent forth

0:58:35 > 0:58:38Shall bring this prize in very easily.

0:58:38 > 0:58:41Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill.

0:58:42 > 0:58:45I take your counsel.

0:58:50 > 0:58:52HE SHAKES GUARDS OFF

0:59:02 > 0:59:05SHALLOW: An early stirrer, by the rood >

0:59:05 > 0:59:09And how doth my good cousin Silence?

0:59:09 > 0:59:13(HE STAMMERS) Good morrow, good cousin Sh-shallow.

0:59:13 > 0:59:16And how doth my cousin, your bedfellow?

0:59:16 > 0:59:17And my god-daughter, Ellen?

0:59:17 > 0:59:21I dare say my cousin William is become a good scholar.

0:59:21 > 0:59:24He is at Oxford still, is he not?

0:59:24 > 0:59:26Indeed, sir, to my c-cost.

0:59:26 > 0:59:29A' must, then, to the inns o' court shortly.

0:59:29 > 0:59:31I was once of Clement's Inn,

0:59:31 > 0:59:36where I think they will talk of Mad Shallow yet.

0:59:36 > 0:59:39You were called L-Lusty Shallow then, cousin.

0:59:39 > 0:59:41By the mass, I was called any thing

0:59:41 > 0:59:43and I would have done any thing indeed, too.

0:59:43 > 0:59:45We knew where the bona robas were.

0:59:47 > 0:59:51Then was Jack Falstaff, now Sir John, a boy.

0:59:51 > 0:59:56This Sir John that comes hither anon about the s-s-soldiers?

0:59:56 > 0:59:59The same Sir John, the very same.

0:59:59 > 1:00:03Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I have spent!

1:00:05 > 1:00:10And to see how many of my old acquaintance are dead.

1:00:10 > 1:00:12We shall all follow, cousin.

1:00:12 > 1:00:15Certain, 'tis certain, very sure, very sure.

1:00:15 > 1:00:19Death, as the Psalmist saith,

1:00:19 > 1:00:22is certain to all.

1:00:22 > 1:00:24All shall die.

1:00:24 > 1:00:26Death is certain.

1:00:28 > 1:00:32And is old Double of your town living yet?

1:00:32 > 1:00:35D-d-d-d-dead, sir.

1:00:35 > 1:00:38Jesu, Jesu, dead.

1:00:38 > 1:00:41A' drew a good bow and dead.

1:00:41 > 1:00:43A' shot a fine shoot.

1:00:43 > 1:00:48John a Gaunt loved him well

1:00:48 > 1:00:52and betted much money on his head. HE CHUCKLES

1:00:52 > 1:00:54Dead.

1:00:54 > 1:00:57And is old Double dead?

1:00:57 > 1:01:01Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men, as I think.

1:01:10 > 1:01:13BARDOLOPH: Good morrow, honest gentlemen.

1:01:13 > 1:01:16I beseech you, which is Justice Shallow?

1:01:16 > 1:01:18I am Robert Shallow, sir, a poor esquire of this county

1:01:18 > 1:01:20and one of the king's justices of the peace.

1:01:20 > 1:01:22What is your good pleasure with me?

1:01:22 > 1:01:25My captain, sir, commends him to you

1:01:25 > 1:01:27my captain, Sir John Falstaff,

1:01:27 > 1:01:29a most gallant leader.

1:01:29 > 1:01:30He greets me well, sir.

1:01:30 > 1:01:33I knew him a good backsword man.

1:01:33 > 1:01:35How doth the good knight?

1:01:35 > 1:01:39And how...may I ask, how my lady, his wife, doth?

1:01:39 > 1:01:45Sir, pardon, a soldier is better accommodated than with a wife.

1:01:45 > 1:01:46Better accommodated?

1:01:46 > 1:01:49It is good. Yea, indeed, is it.

1:01:49 > 1:01:50Accommodated.

1:01:50 > 1:01:53It comes of 'accommodo'. Very good.

1:01:53 > 1:01:54A good phrase.

1:01:54 > 1:01:58Look, here comes good Sir John.

1:01:58 > 1:02:02Give me your good hand, give me your worship's good hand!

1:02:02 > 1:02:04Welcome, good Sir John.

1:02:04 > 1:02:07I'm glad to see you well, good Master Robert Shallow.

1:02:07 > 1:02:09Master Surecard, as I think?

1:02:09 > 1:02:14No, Sir John, this is my cousin Silence, in commission with me.

1:02:14 > 1:02:16Good Master Silence, it well befits

1:02:16 > 1:02:19- you should be of the peace. - HE SNIGGERS

1:02:19 > 1:02:23Your good w-w-worship is welcome.

1:02:26 > 1:02:29Fie! It's hot weather, gentlemen.

1:02:29 > 1:02:32HE FEIGNS COUGH

1:02:35 > 1:02:37Have you provided me half a dozen sufficient men?

1:02:37 > 1:02:39Marry, have we, sir!

1:02:39 > 1:02:41Let's see them, I beseech you.

1:02:53 > 1:02:54Sit.

1:02:56 > 1:02:57Will you sit?

1:02:59 > 1:03:02Where's the roll? Where's the roll?

1:03:04 > 1:03:07Let me see, let me see,

1:03:07 > 1:03:09let me see. So, so.

1:03:09 > 1:03:11Yea, marry.

1:03:11 > 1:03:12Ralph Mouldy!

1:03:12 > 1:03:14Let them appear as I call.

1:03:14 > 1:03:17Let them do so, let them do so.

1:03:18 > 1:03:21COW MOOS

1:03:21 > 1:03:23Where's Mouldy?

1:03:24 > 1:03:27Here, an't please you.

1:03:27 > 1:03:28What think you, Sir John?

1:03:28 > 1:03:30A good-limbed fellow.

1:03:30 > 1:03:33Young, strong, and of good friends.

1:03:35 > 1:03:36Is thy name Mouldy?

1:03:36 > 1:03:39Yea, an't please you.

1:03:39 > 1:03:41'Tis the more time thou wert used.

1:03:41 > 1:03:44HE CHUCKLES

1:03:44 > 1:03:45Most excellent, i' faith.

1:03:45 > 1:03:47Things that are mouldy lack use.

1:03:47 > 1:03:49Very singular good.

1:03:49 > 1:03:51In faith, well said, Sir John, very well said.

1:03:51 > 1:03:53Prick him.

1:03:53 > 1:03:55I was pricked well enough before an you could have let me alone.

1:03:55 > 1:03:57My old dame will be undone now

1:03:57 > 1:04:00for one to do her husbandry and her drudgery.

1:04:00 > 1:04:01Go to. Peace, Mouldy, you shall go.

1:04:01 > 1:04:04- Mouldy, it is time you were spent. - Spent?

1:04:04 > 1:04:06Peace, fellow, peace. Stand aside. Know you where you are?

1:04:09 > 1:04:13For the other, Sir John, let me see.

1:04:13 > 1:04:15Simon Shadow!

1:04:15 > 1:04:17Yea, marry, let me have him to sit under.

1:04:17 > 1:04:19He's like to be a cold soldier.

1:04:19 > 1:04:20Where's Shadow?

1:04:24 > 1:04:26Here, sir.

1:04:26 > 1:04:29Shadow, whose son art thou?

1:04:32 > 1:04:34My mother's son, sir.

1:04:34 > 1:04:35Thy mother's son? Like enough.

1:04:35 > 1:04:37And thy father's shadow.

1:04:39 > 1:04:41Do you like him, Sir John?

1:04:41 > 1:04:43Shadow will serve for summer.

1:04:43 > 1:04:46Prick him, for we have a number of shadows to fill up the muster-book.

1:04:48 > 1:04:50Thomas Wart!

1:04:50 > 1:04:51Where's he?

1:04:51 > 1:04:53Here, sir.

1:04:54 > 1:04:57- Ugh! - THEY SNIGGER

1:04:57 > 1:04:59Is thy name Wart?

1:04:59 > 1:05:01Yea, sir.

1:05:01 > 1:05:02Thou art a very ragged wart!

1:05:02 > 1:05:04Shall I prick him down, Sir John?

1:05:04 > 1:05:07It were superfluous, for his apparel is built upon his back

1:05:07 > 1:05:10and the whole frame stands upon pins.

1:05:10 > 1:05:13Prick him no more.

1:05:13 > 1:05:16You can do it, sir, you can do it.

1:05:16 > 1:05:19I commend you well.

1:05:19 > 1:05:21Francis Feeble!

1:05:21 > 1:05:23Here, sir.

1:05:23 > 1:05:25What trade art thou, Feeble?

1:05:25 > 1:05:27A woman's tailor, sir.

1:05:27 > 1:05:29FALSTAFF FEIGNS A SQUEAL

1:05:29 > 1:05:31Shall I prick him, sir?

1:05:31 > 1:05:34You may, but if he had been a man's tailor, he'ld ha' pricked you.

1:05:34 > 1:05:37Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemy's battle

1:05:37 > 1:05:39as thou hast done in a woman's petticoat?

1:05:39 > 1:05:41I will do my good will, sir,

1:05:41 > 1:05:43you can have no more.

1:05:45 > 1:05:46Well said.

1:05:48 > 1:05:49Well said, courageous Feeble.

1:05:49 > 1:05:51Prick the woman's tailor.

1:05:51 > 1:05:53I would Wart might have gone, sir.

1:05:53 > 1:05:55I would thou wert a man's tailor that thou mightst mend him

1:05:55 > 1:05:57and make him fit to go.

1:05:57 > 1:06:01I am bound to thee, Reverend Feeble. Who's next?

1:06:03 > 1:06:04Peter Bullcalf o' the green.

1:06:04 > 1:06:06Yea, marry, let's see Bullcalf.

1:06:06 > 1:06:08(HE YELLS) Here, sir!

1:06:08 > 1:06:10'Fore God, a likely fellow!

1:06:10 > 1:06:12Come, prick me, Bullcalf, till he roar again.

1:06:12 > 1:06:14(HE YELLS) O Lord!

1:06:14 > 1:06:17Good my lord captain!

1:06:17 > 1:06:19What, dost thou roar before thou art pricked?

1:06:19 > 1:06:22O Lord, sir,

1:06:22 > 1:06:25I am a diseased man.

1:06:25 > 1:06:26What disease hast thou?

1:06:26 > 1:06:28A whoreson cold, sir,

1:06:28 > 1:06:30a cough, sir, which I caught

1:06:30 > 1:06:33with ringing in the king's affairs

1:06:33 > 1:06:35upon his coronation day, sir.

1:06:35 > 1:06:37Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown.

1:06:37 > 1:06:39We wilt have away thy cold

1:06:39 > 1:06:42and I will take such order that my friends shall ring for thee.

1:06:42 > 1:06:43Is here all?

1:06:43 > 1:06:46Here is more called than your number.

1:06:46 > 1:06:48You must have but three here, sir.

1:06:48 > 1:06:52And so, I pray you, go in with me to dinner.

1:06:52 > 1:06:56Come, I will go drink with you,

1:06:56 > 1:06:58but I cannot tarry dinner.

1:06:58 > 1:07:01I'm glad to see you, by my troth, Master Shallow.

1:07:04 > 1:07:07(HE YELLS) Good Master Corporate Bardolph!

1:07:07 > 1:07:09Shhh!

1:07:09 > 1:07:12(HE SPEAKS MORE SOFTLY) Stand my friend

1:07:12 > 1:07:16and here's four Harry ten shillings for you.

1:07:16 > 1:07:19In very truth, sir, I had as lief be hanged, sir, as go sir.

1:07:19 > 1:07:23- (HE CHUCKLES) Go to. Stand aside. - HE DROPS COINS ON TABLE

1:07:25 > 1:07:27Good master corporal captain,

1:07:27 > 1:07:29for my old dame's sake, stand my friend.

1:07:29 > 1:07:31You shall have forty, sir.

1:07:32 > 1:07:36(HE CHUCKLES) Go to. Stand aside.

1:07:56 > 1:07:58By my troth, I care not.

1:07:58 > 1:08:00A man can die but once.

1:08:00 > 1:08:03We owe God a death. I'll ne'er bear a base mind.

1:08:03 > 1:08:06An't be my destiny, so.

1:08:06 > 1:08:09An't be not, so.

1:08:09 > 1:08:11He that dies this year is quit for the next.

1:08:11 > 1:08:13Well said.

1:08:13 > 1:08:17Thou'rt an honest fellow.

1:08:28 > 1:08:31O, Sir John, do you remember

1:08:31 > 1:08:37since we lay all night in the windmill in Saint George's field?

1:08:37 > 1:08:39No more of that, Master Shallow, no more of that.

1:08:39 > 1:08:42Ha, 'twas a merry night!

1:08:44 > 1:08:48And is Jane Nightwork alive?

1:08:51 > 1:08:52She lives, Master Shallow.

1:08:55 > 1:08:57She never could...

1:08:57 > 1:08:59away with me.

1:08:59 > 1:09:02Never, never. She would always say

1:09:02 > 1:09:04she could not abide Master Shallow.

1:09:04 > 1:09:07By the mass, I could anger her to the heart.

1:09:09 > 1:09:11She was then a bona-roba.

1:09:13 > 1:09:16Doth she hold her own well?

1:09:16 > 1:09:20Old, old, Master Shallow.

1:09:20 > 1:09:24Nay, she must be old, she cannot choose but be old.

1:09:24 > 1:09:25Certain she's old

1:09:25 > 1:09:28and had Robin Nightwork by old Nightwork

1:09:28 > 1:09:31before I came to Clement's Inn.

1:09:31 > 1:09:35That's f-fifty-five year ago.

1:09:35 > 1:09:37Ha, cousin Silence,

1:09:37 > 1:09:42that thou hadst seen that this knight

1:09:42 > 1:09:43and I have seen.

1:09:46 > 1:09:49Ha, Sir John, said I well?

1:09:53 > 1:09:56We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.

1:09:57 > 1:09:59That we have.

1:10:01 > 1:10:03That we have.

1:10:04 > 1:10:08In faith, Sir John, we have.

1:10:09 > 1:10:14Our watch-word was "Hem boys!"

1:10:20 > 1:10:23Jesus,

1:10:26 > 1:10:28the days that we have seen.

1:11:16 > 1:11:20I think it is my Lord of Westmoreland.

1:11:20 > 1:11:23Health and fair greeting from our general, the prince,

1:11:23 > 1:11:26Lord John and Duke of Lancaster.

1:11:26 > 1:11:28What doth concern your coming?

1:11:28 > 1:11:29You, Lord Archbishop,

1:11:29 > 1:11:32Wherefore do you so ill translate ourself

1:11:32 > 1:11:34Out of the speech of peace that bears such grace,

1:11:34 > 1:11:37Into the harsh and boisterous tongue of war?

1:11:37 > 1:11:40I have in equal balance justly weighed

1:11:40 > 1:11:41What wrongs our arms may do,

1:11:41 > 1:11:43What wrongs we suffer,

1:11:43 > 1:11:46And find our griefs outweigh our offences

1:11:46 > 1:11:48Which long ere this we offered to the king.

1:11:48 > 1:11:51When we are wronged and would unfold our griefs

1:11:51 > 1:11:53We are denied access unto his person.

1:11:53 > 1:11:55Whenever yet was your appeal denied?

1:11:55 > 1:11:58My brother General, the commonwealth,

1:11:58 > 1:11:59I make my quarrel in particular.

1:11:59 > 1:12:01There is no need of any such redress.

1:12:01 > 1:12:03Or if there were, it not belongs to you.

1:12:03 > 1:12:06Why not to him in part and to us all

1:12:06 > 1:12:09That feel the bruises of the days before.

1:12:09 > 1:12:11You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what.

1:12:11 > 1:12:14Here come I from our princely general to say that

1:12:14 > 1:12:16his grace will give you audience

1:12:16 > 1:12:18And wherein that your demands are just,

1:12:18 > 1:12:19You shall enjoy them.

1:12:19 > 1:12:21Hath the Prince John a full commission

1:12:21 > 1:12:24To hear and absolutely to determine

1:12:24 > 1:12:27Of what conditions we shall stand upon?

1:12:27 > 1:12:29I muse you make so slight a question.

1:12:29 > 1:12:31There is a thing within my bosom tells me

1:12:31 > 1:12:35That no conditions of our peace can stand.

1:12:35 > 1:12:36The prince is here at hand.

1:12:36 > 1:12:38Pleaseth your lordship

1:12:38 > 1:12:39To meet his grace.

1:12:42 > 1:12:45In God's name then, set forward.

1:13:09 > 1:13:11My Lord of York, it better showed with you

1:13:11 > 1:13:14When that your flock encircled you to hear

1:13:14 > 1:13:16Your exposition on the holy text

1:13:16 > 1:13:18Than now to see you here an iron man,

1:13:18 > 1:13:20Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum.

1:13:20 > 1:13:21I sent your grace

1:13:21 > 1:13:24The parcels and particulars of our griefs,

1:13:24 > 1:13:27The which hath been with scorn

1:13:27 > 1:13:28shoved from the court,

1:13:28 > 1:13:31Whereon this Hydra son of war is born,

1:13:31 > 1:13:35Whose dangerous eyes may well be charmed asleep

1:13:35 > 1:13:38With grant of our just and right desires.

1:13:38 > 1:13:41And true obedience, of this madness cured,

1:13:41 > 1:13:45Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.

1:13:45 > 1:13:48If not, we ready are to try our fortunes to the last man.

1:13:48 > 1:13:51And though we here fall down, we have supplies

1:13:51 > 1:13:52to second our attempt.

1:13:52 > 1:13:54If they miscarry, theirs shall second them.

1:13:54 > 1:13:55You're too shallow, Hastings,

1:13:55 > 1:13:57much too shallow,

1:13:57 > 1:13:58To sound the bottom of the after-times.

1:13:58 > 1:14:00Pleaseth your grace to answer them directly

1:14:00 > 1:14:02How far forth you do like their articles.

1:14:05 > 1:14:09I like them all and do allow them well,

1:14:09 > 1:14:11And swear here by the honour of my blood,

1:14:11 > 1:14:14My father's purposes have been mistook.

1:14:17 > 1:14:20My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redressed

1:14:20 > 1:14:22Upon my soul, they shall.

1:14:22 > 1:14:25If this may please you,

1:14:25 > 1:14:29Discharge your powers unto their several counties,

1:14:29 > 1:14:30As we will ours

1:14:30 > 1:14:31and here between the armies

1:14:31 > 1:14:34Let's drink together friendly and embrace.

1:14:34 > 1:14:39I take your princely word for these redresses.

1:14:39 > 1:14:41I give it you I will maintain my word.

1:14:44 > 1:14:47And thereupon I drink unto your grace.

1:14:52 > 1:14:55Go, Coleville, and deliver to the army

1:14:55 > 1:14:56This news of peace.

1:14:57 > 1:14:59Let them have pay and part.

1:14:59 > 1:15:01I know it will well please them.

1:15:01 > 1:15:03Hie thee, Coleville.

1:15:15 > 1:15:18To you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland.

1:15:18 > 1:15:20I pledge your grace and, if you knew

1:15:20 > 1:15:23what pains I have bestowed to breed this present peace,

1:15:23 > 1:15:24You would drink freely.

1:15:24 > 1:15:27You wish me health in very happy season.

1:15:27 > 1:15:29For I am on the sudden something ill.

1:15:29 > 1:15:32SOLDIERS CHEER

1:15:37 > 1:15:39WESTMORLAND CHUCKLES

1:15:39 > 1:15:42The word of peace is rendered. Hark, how they shout.

1:15:42 > 1:15:45This had been cheerful after victory.

1:15:45 > 1:15:49A peace is of the nature of a conquest.

1:15:49 > 1:15:52For then both parties nobly are subdued,

1:15:52 > 1:15:54And neither party loser.

1:15:54 > 1:15:56Go, my lord,

1:15:56 > 1:15:59And let our army be discharged too.

1:15:59 > 1:16:02And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains

1:16:02 > 1:16:06March by us that we may peruse the men

1:16:06 > 1:16:09- We should have coped withal. - Go, good Lord Hastings,

1:16:09 > 1:16:13And, ere they be dismissed, let them march by.

1:16:13 > 1:16:16INAUDIBLE

1:16:28 > 1:16:31Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?

1:16:31 > 1:16:33The leaders, having charge from you to stand,

1:16:33 > 1:16:35Will not go off until they hear you speak.

1:16:35 > 1:16:37They know their duties.

1:16:37 > 1:16:39My lord, our armies have dispersed already.

1:16:39 > 1:16:41Like youthful steers unyoked,

1:16:41 > 1:16:43they take their courses

1:16:43 > 1:16:44East, west, north, south.

1:16:46 > 1:16:47Or, like a school broke up,

1:16:47 > 1:16:49Each hurries toward his home

1:16:49 > 1:16:50and sporting-place.

1:16:50 > 1:16:52Good tidings, my Lord of Hastings, for the which

1:16:52 > 1:16:55I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason.

1:16:55 > 1:16:56And you, Lord Archbishop,

1:16:56 > 1:16:58and you, Lord Mowbray,

1:16:58 > 1:16:59Of capitol treason I attach you both.

1:16:59 > 1:17:01Is this proceeding just and honourable?

1:17:01 > 1:17:03Is your assembly so?

1:17:03 > 1:17:04Will you thus break your faith?

1:17:04 > 1:17:06I pawned thee none.

1:17:10 > 1:17:13THEY SCREAM IN PAIN

1:17:48 > 1:17:49What's your name, sir?

1:17:49 > 1:17:51Of what condition are you and what place, I pray?

1:17:51 > 1:17:53I'm a knight, sir,

1:17:53 > 1:17:56and my name is Coleville of the Dale.

1:17:56 > 1:17:59Well, then, Coleville is your name, a knight is your degree,

1:17:59 > 1:18:01and your place the dale.

1:18:01 > 1:18:03Coleville shall bestill your name, a traitor your degree,

1:18:03 > 1:18:05and the dungeon your place,

1:18:05 > 1:18:07so shall you be still Coleville of the Dale.

1:18:07 > 1:18:09Are not you Sir John Falstaff?

1:18:09 > 1:18:11Do ye yield, sir?

1:18:11 > 1:18:14I think you are Sir John Falstaff

1:18:14 > 1:18:16and in that thought yield me.

1:18:17 > 1:18:21I have a whole school of tongues in this belly of mine

1:18:21 > 1:18:25and not a tongue of them all speaks any other word but my name.

1:18:25 > 1:18:28< LANCASTER: Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while?

1:18:28 > 1:18:31When everything is ended, then you come.

1:18:31 > 1:18:35I have speeded hither with the very extremest inch of possibility

1:18:35 > 1:18:38and here, travel-tainted as I am,

1:18:38 > 1:18:41taken Sir John Coleville of the Dale,

1:18:41 > 1:18:44a most furious knight and valorous enemy.

1:18:44 > 1:18:47He saw me and yielded.

1:18:47 > 1:18:48That I may justly say,

1:18:48 > 1:18:52with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, "I came, saw, and overcame."

1:18:52 > 1:18:54It was more of his courtesy than your deserving.

1:18:54 > 1:18:56I beseech your grace, let it be booked

1:18:56 > 1:18:58with the rest of this day's deeds

1:18:58 > 1:19:00or, by the Lord, I'll have it in a particular ballad else,

1:19:00 > 1:19:02with mine own picture on the top of it,

1:19:02 > 1:19:04Coleville kissing my foot.

1:19:04 > 1:19:06Is thy name Coleville?

1:19:06 > 1:19:08It is, my lord.

1:19:08 > 1:19:10A famous rebel art thou, Coleville?

1:19:10 > 1:19:13A famous true subject took him.

1:19:13 > 1:19:15Have you left pursuit?

1:19:15 > 1:19:18WESTMORELAND: Retreat is made and execution stayed.

1:19:18 > 1:19:20Send Coleville with his confederates

1:19:20 > 1:19:22To York to present execution.

1:19:24 > 1:19:26And now dispatch we toward the court, my lord.

1:19:26 > 1:19:29Our news shall go before us to his majesty,

1:19:29 > 1:19:31Which, cousin, you shall bear to comfort him.

1:19:31 > 1:19:32My lord, give me leave to go

1:19:32 > 1:19:35Through Gloucestershire and, when you come to court,

1:19:35 > 1:19:38Stand my good lord, pray, in your good report.

1:19:38 > 1:19:41Fare you well, Falstaff. I, in my condition,

1:19:41 > 1:19:43Shall better speak of you than you deserve.

1:19:45 > 1:19:47I would you had but the wit.

1:20:05 > 1:20:07THEY WHISPER

1:20:07 > 1:20:09Oh, Westmoreland.

1:20:09 > 1:20:11Prince John,

1:20:11 > 1:20:14your son doth kiss your grace's hand.

1:20:14 > 1:20:17Mowbray, the Archbishop, Hastings and all

1:20:17 > 1:20:21Are brought to the correction of your law.

1:20:21 > 1:20:24There is not now a rebel sword unsheathed.

1:20:24 > 1:20:28O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird,

1:20:28 > 1:20:32Which ever in the haunch of winter sings

1:20:32 > 1:20:33The lifting up of day.

1:20:33 > 1:20:36THEY LAUGH

1:20:39 > 1:20:42And wherefore does this good news make me sick?

1:20:44 > 1:20:46Oh.

1:20:47 > 1:20:50I should rejoice now at this happy news.

1:20:52 > 1:20:55And now my sight fails

1:20:58 > 1:21:01and my brain...

1:21:04 > 1:21:07HE GASPS AND WHEEZES

1:21:07 > 1:21:09Comfort, your majesty!

1:21:09 > 1:21:11- O, my royal father! - My sovereign lord,

1:21:11 > 1:21:14- you should cheer up yourself, look up!- Be patient, princes.

1:21:14 > 1:21:15You do know, these fits

1:21:15 > 1:21:17Are with his highness very ordinary.

1:21:17 > 1:21:19Stand from him. Give him air.

1:21:19 > 1:21:21He'll straight be well.

1:21:21 > 1:21:23THE KING GASPS

1:21:23 > 1:21:25No, he cannot long hold out these pangs.

1:21:25 > 1:21:27This apoplexy will certain be his end.

1:21:27 > 1:21:30Speak lower, princes,

1:21:30 > 1:21:32for the king recovers.

1:21:32 > 1:21:35HE GASPS AND CHOKES

1:21:38 > 1:21:41I pray thee, take me up,

1:21:44 > 1:21:45and bear me hence

1:21:45 > 1:21:48Into some other chamber.

1:21:48 > 1:21:51Softly, pray!

1:21:52 > 1:21:55HE PANTS AND STRUGGLES

1:22:08 > 1:22:11Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends,

1:22:11 > 1:22:12Unless...

1:22:14 > 1:22:19..some dull and favourable hand

1:22:22 > 1:22:25Might whisper music to my weary spirit.

1:22:27 > 1:22:28Call for music in the other room.

1:22:33 > 1:22:37Set me the crown on my pillow here.

1:22:42 > 1:22:45SOFT MUSIC PLAYS

1:22:45 > 1:22:49His eye is hollow and he changes much.

1:22:49 > 1:22:51Less noise,

1:22:51 > 1:22:53less noise.

1:23:05 > 1:23:07< HAL: Who saw the Duke of Clarence?

1:23:10 > 1:23:12I'm here, brother,

1:23:12 > 1:23:13full of heaviness.

1:23:13 > 1:23:17How now, rain within doors and none abroad?

1:23:17 > 1:23:18How doth the king?

1:23:18 > 1:23:19Exceeding ill.

1:23:19 > 1:23:22Not so much noise, my lords.

1:23:22 > 1:23:25Sweet prince, speak low.

1:23:29 > 1:23:33The king, your father, is disposed to sleep.

1:23:33 > 1:23:35Will it please your grace to go along with us?

1:23:37 > 1:23:39No,

1:23:41 > 1:23:43I will sit and watch here by the king.

1:24:13 > 1:24:15Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,

1:24:17 > 1:24:19Being so troublesome a bedfellow?

1:24:31 > 1:24:32O majesty,

1:24:34 > 1:24:37When thou dost pinch thy bearer thou dost sit

1:24:37 > 1:24:40Like a rich armour worn in the heat of day,

1:24:40 > 1:24:42That scalds with safety.

1:24:53 > 1:24:55My gracious lord.

1:25:02 > 1:25:03My father.

1:25:06 > 1:25:08By his gates of breath,

1:25:08 > 1:25:11There lies a downy feather which stirs not.

1:25:21 > 1:25:23This sleep is sound indeed,

1:25:25 > 1:25:27this is a sleep

1:25:27 > 1:25:30That from this golden rigol hath divorced

1:25:30 > 1:25:31So many English kings.

1:25:38 > 1:25:40Thy due from me

1:25:42 > 1:25:45Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood,

1:25:47 > 1:25:50Which nature, love,

1:25:53 > 1:25:54and filial tenderness

1:25:59 > 1:26:01Shall, O dear father,

1:26:01 > 1:26:02pay thee plenteously

1:26:08 > 1:26:11My due from thee is this imperial crown

1:26:24 > 1:26:27Which God shall guard

1:26:27 > 1:26:29and put the world's whole strength

1:26:29 > 1:26:32Into one giant arm, it shall not force

1:26:32 > 1:26:36This lineal honour from me.

1:28:10 > 1:28:13Warwick! Gloucester! Clarence!

1:28:14 > 1:28:16Clarence! >

1:28:16 > 1:28:19- What would your majesty? - Why did you leave me here alone?

1:28:19 > 1:28:21We left the prince, my brother here, my liege.

1:28:21 > 1:28:22The Prince of Wales? He's not here.

1:28:22 > 1:28:24He undertook to sit and watch by you.

1:28:24 > 1:28:26Where is the crown?

1:28:26 > 1:28:29Who took it from my pillow?

1:28:36 > 1:28:38I never thought to hear you speak again!

1:28:38 > 1:28:42Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

1:28:42 > 1:28:45I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.

1:28:47 > 1:28:49What, dost thou so hunger for mine empty chair

1:28:49 > 1:28:52That thou wilt needs invest thee with my honours

1:28:52 > 1:28:53Before thy hour be ripe?

1:28:53 > 1:28:56O foolish youth!

1:28:56 > 1:29:01Thou seek'st the honours that will o'erwhelm thee.

1:29:01 > 1:29:05Couldst thou not forbear me half an hour?

1:29:05 > 1:29:10Then get thee gone, dig my grave thyself

1:29:10 > 1:29:12Bid the merry bells ring to thine ear

1:29:12 > 1:29:14That thou art crowned

1:29:17 > 1:29:19not that I am dead.

1:29:24 > 1:29:25Pluck down my officers,

1:29:26 > 1:29:28break my decrees

1:29:29 > 1:29:33For now the time is come to mock at form.

1:29:33 > 1:29:37Harry the Fifth is crowned. Up vanity!

1:29:37 > 1:29:38Down royal state!

1:29:38 > 1:29:42All you sage counsellors, hence!

1:29:42 > 1:29:47And to the English court assemble now

1:29:47 > 1:29:49From every region,

1:29:49 > 1:29:50apes of idleness.

1:29:52 > 1:29:56Now neighbour confines purge you of your scum.

1:29:58 > 1:30:02Have you a ruffian that would swear, drink, dance,

1:30:02 > 1:30:06Revel the night, murder, and commit

1:30:06 > 1:30:10The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?

1:30:10 > 1:30:13Be happy, he will trouble you no more.

1:30:13 > 1:30:17England shall give him office, honour, might,

1:30:17 > 1:30:20For the fifth Harry from curbed licence pluck

1:30:20 > 1:30:23The muzzle of restraint and the wild dog

1:30:23 > 1:30:27Shall flesh his tooth on every innocent.

1:30:29 > 1:30:35O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows

1:30:35 > 1:30:38When that my care could not withhold thy riots,

1:30:38 > 1:30:41What wilt thou do when riot is thy care?

1:30:41 > 1:30:44HE WHIMPERS

1:30:44 > 1:30:50O, thou wilt become a wilderness again,

1:30:50 > 1:30:53Peopled with wolves,

1:30:53 > 1:30:55thy old inhabitants.

1:31:00 > 1:31:02O, pardon me, my liege.

1:31:02 > 1:31:06Wherefore did you take away the crown?

1:31:06 > 1:31:09God witness with me when I found no course of breath

1:31:09 > 1:31:13within your majesty how cold it struck my heart.

1:31:13 > 1:31:16I spake unto this crown as having sense

1:31:16 > 1:31:18And thus upbraided it:

1:31:20 > 1:31:22"The care on thee depending

1:31:22 > 1:31:25"Hath fed upon the body of my father.

1:31:26 > 1:31:30"Therefore, thou best of gold art worst of gold.

1:31:30 > 1:31:34"Other, less fine in carat, is more precious,

1:31:34 > 1:31:38"But thou, most fine, most honoured, most renowned,

1:31:38 > 1:31:40"Hast eat thy bearer up."

1:31:41 > 1:31:44Thus, my most royal liege,

1:31:44 > 1:31:46Accusing it,

1:31:47 > 1:31:50I put it on my head, to try with it,

1:31:51 > 1:31:52as with an enemy

1:31:52 > 1:31:56That had before my face murdered my father.

1:32:01 > 1:32:03O my son,

1:32:15 > 1:32:19God put it in thy mind to take it hence

1:32:19 > 1:32:23That thou mightst win the more thy father's love,

1:32:23 > 1:32:27Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.

1:32:28 > 1:32:32Come hither, Harry, sit thou down by my side.

1:32:32 > 1:32:35And hear, I think, the very latest counsel

1:32:35 > 1:32:37That ever I shall breathe.

1:32:37 > 1:32:38God knows, my son,

1:32:38 > 1:32:41By what by-paths and indirect crooked ways

1:32:41 > 1:32:42I met this crown.

1:32:43 > 1:32:49For all my reign hath been but as a scene

1:32:49 > 1:32:50Acting that argument

1:32:52 > 1:32:54but now my death

1:32:54 > 1:32:56Changes the mood.

1:32:56 > 1:32:58For what in me was purchased

1:32:58 > 1:33:00Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort.

1:33:02 > 1:33:06Yet, though thou standest more sure than I could do

1:33:08 > 1:33:13Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green.

1:33:13 > 1:33:18And all my friends, which thou must make thy friends,

1:33:18 > 1:33:21Have but their stings and teeth newly taken out,

1:33:21 > 1:33:25By whose fell working I was first advanced

1:33:25 > 1:33:29And by whose power I well might lodge a fear

1:33:29 > 1:33:32To be again displaced.

1:33:36 > 1:33:38Therefore, my Harry,

1:33:38 > 1:33:40Be it thy course to busy giddy minds

1:33:40 > 1:33:42With foreign quarrels.

1:33:42 > 1:33:44That actions, hence borne out,

1:33:44 > 1:33:47May waste the memory of the former times.

1:33:47 > 1:33:51Health, peace, and happiness to my royal father.

1:33:55 > 1:34:00Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son John.

1:34:00 > 1:34:02More would I...

1:34:02 > 1:34:05HE GASPS

1:34:05 > 1:34:07..but my lungs are wasted so...

1:34:09 > 1:34:12HE GRIMACES

1:34:12 > 1:34:15..That strength of speech is utterly denied me.

1:34:18 > 1:34:21How I came by this crown

1:34:21 > 1:34:22O God forgive

1:34:25 > 1:34:30And grant it may

1:34:31 > 1:34:33with thee

1:34:33 > 1:34:37in true peace live.

1:34:59 > 1:35:02Dominus quidquid per visum

1:35:04 > 1:35:07audtiotum, odoratum

1:35:08 > 1:35:11gustum et locutionem,

1:35:11 > 1:35:15tactum, gressum deliquisti.

1:35:15 > 1:35:17Amen.

1:35:17 > 1:35:19ALL: Amen.

1:35:19 > 1:35:22DEATH BELL KNOLLS

1:35:26 > 1:35:28CHOIR SINGS

1:35:35 > 1:35:37How now, my Lord Chief Justice.

1:35:37 > 1:35:39Whither away?

1:35:39 > 1:35:40How doth the king?

1:35:41 > 1:35:44Exceeding well, his cares are now all ended.

1:35:45 > 1:35:46I hope, not dead.

1:35:46 > 1:35:48He's walked the way of nature.

1:35:48 > 1:35:51To our purposes he lives no more.

1:35:51 > 1:35:54I would his majesty had called me with him.

1:35:55 > 1:35:58The service that I truly did his life

1:35:58 > 1:36:00Hath left me open to all injuries.

1:36:00 > 1:36:04Indeed I think the young king loves you not.

1:36:04 > 1:36:06I know he doth not

1:36:06 > 1:36:07and while myself

1:36:07 > 1:36:10To welcome the condition of the time,

1:36:10 > 1:36:12Which cannot look more hideously upon me

1:36:12 > 1:36:15Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.

1:36:15 > 1:36:17O God,

1:36:17 > 1:36:20I fear all will be overturned.

1:36:24 > 1:36:27Good morrow cousin Warwick.

1:36:27 > 1:36:28Good morrow.

1:36:28 > 1:36:29Good morrow, cousin.

1:36:35 > 1:36:38We meet like men that had forgot to speak.

1:36:38 > 1:36:40We do remember but our argument

1:36:40 > 1:36:42Is all too heavy to admit much talk.

1:36:42 > 1:36:46Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy.

1:36:46 > 1:36:50Peace be with us, lest we be heavier.

1:36:50 > 1:36:54O, good my lord, you have lost a friend indeed.

1:36:54 > 1:36:57Though no man be assured what grace to find,

1:36:57 > 1:37:00You stand in coldest expectation.

1:37:00 > 1:37:02I am the sorrier.

1:37:02 > 1:37:05Would 'twere otherwise.

1:37:05 > 1:37:08Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair

1:37:08 > 1:37:11Which swims against your stream of quality.

1:37:15 > 1:37:19Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour,

1:37:19 > 1:37:23Led by the impartial conduct of my soul.

1:37:51 > 1:37:54Where are you, Sir John?

1:37:54 > 1:37:59Give me your hand, Master Bardolph.

1:37:59 > 1:38:01I'm glad to see your worship.

1:38:01 > 1:38:05I thank thee with all my heart, kind Master Bardolph.

1:38:05 > 1:38:09And welcome, my tall fellow.

1:38:09 > 1:38:11Ah come, Sir John.

1:38:11 > 1:38:13I'll follow you, good Master Robert Shallow.

1:38:15 > 1:38:17Bardolph, look to our horses.

1:38:17 > 1:38:20I have him already tempering between my finger and my thumb

1:38:20 > 1:38:22and shortly will I seal with him.

1:38:22 > 1:38:23< Sir John!

1:38:23 > 1:38:26I come, Master Shallow, I come.

1:38:32 > 1:38:36By cock and pie, sir, you shall not away to-night.

1:38:36 > 1:38:39What, Davy, I say!

1:38:39 > 1:38:41You must excuse me, Master Robert Shallow.

1:38:41 > 1:38:43I will not excuse you.

1:38:43 > 1:38:46You shall not be excused.

1:38:46 > 1:38:51Excuses shall not be admitted.

1:38:51 > 1:38:55There is no excuse shall serve.

1:38:55 > 1:38:59You shall not be excused.

1:38:59 > 1:39:01Why, Davy!

1:39:01 > 1:39:04- Here, sir. - Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy,

1:39:04 > 1:39:06let me see, Davy. Let me see, Davy.

1:39:06 > 1:39:08Let me see.

1:39:09 > 1:39:11William cook, bid him come hither.

1:39:11 > 1:39:14Sir John, you shall not be excused.

1:39:14 > 1:39:17Marry, sir, thus. Shall we sow the headland with wheat?

1:39:17 > 1:39:18With red wheat, Davy.

1:39:18 > 1:39:20But for William cook

1:39:20 > 1:39:21are there no young pigeons?

1:39:23 > 1:39:26Yes, sir. Now, here is the smith's note for shoeing and plough-irons.

1:39:26 > 1:39:28Let it be cast and paid.

1:39:28 > 1:39:31Sir John, you shall not be excused.

1:39:31 > 1:39:35Now, sir, a new link to the bucket needs be had.

1:39:35 > 1:39:38Some pigeons, Davy, a couple of short-legged hens,

1:39:38 > 1:39:41and a joint of mutton, tell William cook.

1:39:41 > 1:39:43Doth the man of war stay all night, sir?

1:39:43 > 1:39:46Yea, marry, I will use him well.

1:39:49 > 1:39:52You shall see my orchard,

1:39:52 > 1:39:56where, in an arbour, we will eat

1:39:56 > 1:40:00a last year's pippin

1:40:00 > 1:40:03of my own graffing and so forth

1:40:04 > 1:40:06and then...

1:40:07 > 1:40:09..to bed.

1:40:09 > 1:40:13'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.

1:40:13 > 1:40:15Barren, barren, barren.

1:40:15 > 1:40:19Beggars all, beggars all, Sir John.

1:40:21 > 1:40:23Come, come, come,

1:40:23 > 1:40:27off with your boots. DAVY CLEARS HIS THROAT

1:40:27 > 1:40:29About thy business, Davy.

1:40:29 > 1:40:32I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor of Woncot

1:40:32 > 1:40:34against Clement Perkes of the hill.

1:40:34 > 1:40:39There is many complaints, Davy, against that Visor.

1:40:39 > 1:40:42That Visor is an arrant knave, to my knowledge.

1:40:42 > 1:40:44I grant your worship he is a knave, sir.

1:40:44 > 1:40:46Yea, God forbid, sir,

1:40:46 > 1:40:48but a knave should have some countenance...

1:40:48 > 1:40:52I will devise matter enough out of this Shallow

1:40:52 > 1:40:56to keep Prince Harry in continual laughter.

1:40:56 > 1:41:01O, you shall see him laugh till his face be like a wet cloak...

1:41:01 > 1:41:02..ill laid up.

1:41:13 > 1:41:18HE POUNDS ON DOOR THREE TIMES

1:41:43 > 1:41:46Good morrow and God save your majesty.

1:41:58 > 1:42:01This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,

1:42:03 > 1:42:05Sits not so easy on me as you think.

1:42:07 > 1:42:09Brothers,

1:42:09 > 1:42:11you mix your sadness with some fear.

1:42:11 > 1:42:15This is the English not the Turkish court.

1:42:15 > 1:42:17THEY LAUGH

1:42:17 > 1:42:20Yet weep that Harry's dead and so will I,

1:42:20 > 1:42:22But Harry lives

1:42:22 > 1:42:24that shall convert those tears

1:42:24 > 1:42:26By number into hours of happiness.

1:42:26 > 1:42:28We hope no other from your majesty.

1:42:38 > 1:42:41You all look strangely on me

1:42:42 > 1:42:44and you most.

1:42:45 > 1:42:48You are, I think, assured I love you not.

1:42:49 > 1:42:52I am assured, if I be measured rightly,

1:42:52 > 1:42:55Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.

1:42:55 > 1:42:57No?

1:42:58 > 1:43:00How might a prince of my great hopes forget

1:43:00 > 1:43:03So great indignities you laid upon me?

1:43:05 > 1:43:08I then did use the person of your father.

1:43:08 > 1:43:10The image of his power lay then on me.

1:43:12 > 1:43:16Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours,

1:43:16 > 1:43:19Be now the father and propose a son,

1:43:19 > 1:43:22Hear your own dignity so much profaned,

1:43:22 > 1:43:27See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted,

1:43:27 > 1:43:30Behold yourself so by a son disdained

1:43:30 > 1:43:34And then imagine me taking your part

1:43:34 > 1:43:35And in your power

1:43:35 > 1:43:39soft silencing your son.

1:43:41 > 1:43:46You're right, Justice,

1:43:46 > 1:43:48and you weigh this well.

1:43:48 > 1:43:52Therefore still bear the balance and the sword.

1:44:13 > 1:44:16The tide of blood in me

1:44:16 > 1:44:19Hath proudly flowed in vanity till now.

1:44:21 > 1:44:25Now doth it turn and ebb back to the sea

1:44:25 > 1:44:29Where it shall mingle with the state of floods

1:44:29 > 1:44:33And flow henceforth in formal majesty.

1:44:33 > 1:44:36REGAL MUSIC PLAYS

1:44:41 > 1:44:45Now call we our high court of parliament!

1:44:47 > 1:44:49# And welcome merry shrove tide

1:44:49 > 1:44:51# Be merry, be merry! #

1:44:51 > 1:44:52Well said, Master Silence.

1:44:52 > 1:44:56And we shall be merry!

1:44:56 > 1:44:59I did not think Master Silence had been a man of this mettle.

1:44:59 > 1:45:01I have been merry...

1:45:03 > 1:45:05..twice and once ere now.

1:45:05 > 1:45:07THEY GIGGLE

1:45:07 > 1:45:12Now comes in the sweet o' the night.

1:45:12 > 1:45:15Honour and long life to you, Master Silence.

1:45:15 > 1:45:17Fill the cup and let it come.

1:45:17 > 1:45:24I'll drink to Master Bardolph and to all the cavaleros about London.

1:45:24 > 1:45:27I hope to see London once ere I die.

1:45:29 > 1:45:32An I might see you there, Davy.

1:45:32 > 1:45:35By the mass, you'll crack a quart together!

1:45:35 > 1:45:39Will you not, Master Bardolph?

1:45:39 > 1:45:41The knave will stick by thee,

1:45:41 > 1:45:43I can assure thee of that.

1:45:43 > 1:45:47I'll stick by him, Master Shallow.

1:45:47 > 1:45:50Why, there spoke a king.

1:45:50 > 1:45:53POUNDING ON DOOR

1:45:53 > 1:45:56See who's at door there, ho.

1:45:57 > 1:45:59Why, now you've done me right!

1:46:01 > 1:46:04# Do me right, And dub me knight,

1:46:04 > 1:46:06# Samingo

1:46:06 > 1:46:09# Is't not right? #

1:46:09 > 1:46:13An't please your worship, there's one Pistol at the court with news.

1:46:13 > 1:46:15Court?

1:46:15 > 1:46:17Pistol!

1:46:17 > 1:46:19Sweet knight,

1:46:19 > 1:46:22thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm.

1:46:22 > 1:46:24Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend

1:46:24 > 1:46:27and helter-skelter have I rode to thee and tidings do I bring

1:46:27 > 1:46:30and lucky joys and golden times and happy news of price.

1:46:30 > 1:46:33I pray thee now deliver them like a man of this world!

1:46:33 > 1:46:35Foutre for the world and worldlings base

1:46:35 > 1:46:38I speak of Africa and golden joys!

1:46:38 > 1:46:40Give me pardon, sir,

1:46:40 > 1:46:43if, sir, you come with news from the court,

1:46:43 > 1:46:45I take it there's but two ways,

1:46:45 > 1:46:47either to utter them or to conceal them.

1:46:47 > 1:46:52I am, sir, under the king, in some...authority.

1:46:52 > 1:46:55Under which king, Besonian? Speak, or die.

1:46:55 > 1:46:56Under King Harry.

1:46:56 > 1:46:58Harry the Fourth or Fifth?

1:46:58 > 1:47:00Harry the Fourth.

1:47:00 > 1:47:02A foutre for thine office.

1:47:02 > 1:47:06Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king.

1:47:06 > 1:47:11Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth.

1:47:11 > 1:47:14When Pistol lies, do this and fig me like the bragging Spaniard.

1:47:16 > 1:47:18What? Is the old king dead?

1:47:18 > 1:47:20As nail in door.

1:47:22 > 1:47:25The things I speak are just.

1:47:28 > 1:47:31Away, Bardolph. Saddle my horse!

1:47:31 > 1:47:35Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land,

1:47:35 > 1:47:37'tis thine.

1:47:37 > 1:47:39Pistol, I will double-charge thee with dignities.

1:47:39 > 1:47:41Carry Master Silence to bed.

1:47:41 > 1:47:44Master Shallow, my Lord Shallow

1:47:44 > 1:47:48be what thou wilt, I am fortune's steward.

1:47:48 > 1:47:51Get on thy boots,

1:47:51 > 1:47:54we'll ride all night. Now, Pistol, utter more to me

1:47:54 > 1:47:57and withal devise something to do thyself good.

1:47:57 > 1:47:59Boot, boot, Master Shallow!

1:48:00 > 1:48:03I know the young king is sick for me.

1:48:03 > 1:48:05Let us take any man's horses,

1:48:05 > 1:48:08the laws of England are at my commandment.

1:48:08 > 1:48:10Blessed are they that have been my friends

1:48:10 > 1:48:14- and woe to my Lord Chief Justice! - THEY CHEER

1:48:14 > 1:48:20ROYAL CORONATION MUSIC PLAYS

1:48:35 > 1:48:37ALL: God save the King!

1:48:37 > 1:48:40CRIES ECHO

1:48:40 > 1:48:44CROWD: God save the King! God save the King!

1:48:44 > 1:48:49CROWD: God save the King! God save the King!

1:49:19 > 1:49:22O, if I had time to have made new liveries,

1:49:22 > 1:49:25I would have bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you.

1:49:25 > 1:49:27But 'tis no matter, this poor show does better,

1:49:27 > 1:49:29this shows my earnestness of affection...

1:49:29 > 1:49:32- It doth so.- ..my devotion, as it were, to ride day and night

1:49:32 > 1:49:34and not to deliberate, not to remember,

1:49:34 > 1:49:36- not to have patience to shift me... - It doth, it doth.

1:49:36 > 1:49:39..but to stand stained with travel and sweating with desire to see him.

1:49:39 > 1:49:41- CROWDS CHEER - There roared the sea

1:49:41 > 1:49:43and trumpet clangour sounds!

1:49:43 > 1:49:46Lord! Lord!

1:50:14 > 1:50:17God save thy grace, King Hal!

1:50:17 > 1:50:20My royal Hal!

1:50:20 > 1:50:23The heavens thee guard a king most royal imp of fame!

1:50:23 > 1:50:25God save thee my sweet boy!

1:50:28 > 1:50:30My lord Chief Justice,

1:50:30 > 1:50:32speak to that vain man.

1:50:32 > 1:50:35Have you your wits? Know you what 'tis to speak?

1:50:36 > 1:50:38My king! My Jove!

1:50:38 > 1:50:41I speak to thee,

1:50:41 > 1:50:44my heart!

1:50:44 > 1:50:45I know thee not, old man.

1:50:45 > 1:50:48Fall to thy prayers.

1:50:50 > 1:50:53How ill white hairs become a fool and jester.

1:50:55 > 1:50:57I've long dreamed of such a kind of man,

1:50:57 > 1:51:01So surfeit-swelled, so old and so profane

1:51:01 > 1:51:05But, being awaked, I do despise my dream.

1:51:05 > 1:51:08Make less thy body hence and more thy grace.

1:51:08 > 1:51:10Leave gormandizing,

1:51:10 > 1:51:12know the grave doth gape

1:51:12 > 1:51:16For thee thrice wider than for other men.

1:51:16 > 1:51:18Reply not to me with a fool-born jest!

1:51:18 > 1:51:20Presume not that I am the thing I was.

1:51:25 > 1:51:27For God doth know,

1:51:27 > 1:51:30so shall the world perceive,

1:51:30 > 1:51:33That I have turned away my former self.

1:51:33 > 1:51:36So will I those that kept me company.

1:51:38 > 1:51:40When thou dost hear I am as I have been,

1:51:40 > 1:51:43Approach me and thou shalt be as thou wast,

1:51:43 > 1:51:46The tutor and the feeder of my riots.

1:51:46 > 1:51:51Till then I banish thee, on pain of death

1:51:51 > 1:51:53As I have done the rest of my misleaders,

1:51:53 > 1:51:55Not to come near our person by ten mile.

1:52:02 > 1:52:05For competence of life I will allow you,

1:52:05 > 1:52:07The lack of means enforce you not to evil.

1:52:09 > 1:52:11And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,

1:52:11 > 1:52:13We will, according to your strengths and qualities,

1:52:13 > 1:52:14Give you advancement.

1:52:16 > 1:52:18Be it your charge, my lord,

1:52:18 > 1:52:20To see performed the tenor of our word.

1:52:24 > 1:52:26Set on.

1:52:26 > 1:52:28FALSTAFF WHIMPERS

1:52:44 > 1:52:48Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.

1:52:48 > 1:52:49Yea, marry, Sir John,

1:52:49 > 1:52:53which I beseech you to let me have home with me.

1:52:53 > 1:52:57That can hardly be, Master Shallow.

1:52:57 > 1:52:59Do not you grieve at this.

1:52:59 > 1:53:02I shall be sent for in private to him.

1:53:02 > 1:53:05Look you, he must seem thus to the world.

1:53:05 > 1:53:06Fear not your advancements,

1:53:06 > 1:53:10I will be the man yet that shall make you great.

1:53:10 > 1:53:11I cannot well perceive how,

1:53:11 > 1:53:15unless you should give me your doublet

1:53:15 > 1:53:17and stuff me out with straw.

1:53:17 > 1:53:19I beseech you, good Sir John,

1:53:19 > 1:53:22let me have five hundred of my thousand.

1:53:22 > 1:53:24Sir, I will be as good as my word.

1:53:26 > 1:53:29This that you heard was but a colour.

1:53:29 > 1:53:32A colour that I fear you'll die in, Sir John.

1:53:32 > 1:53:33Fear no colours!

1:53:38 > 1:53:40Go with me to dinner.

1:53:40 > 1:53:42Come, Lieutenant Pistol.

1:53:42 > 1:53:45Come, Bardolph. Come, Peto.

1:53:45 > 1:53:47I shall be sent for soon at night.

1:53:48 > 1:53:50Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to prison.

1:53:50 > 1:53:53Take all his company along with him.

1:53:53 > 1:53:57PISTOL: Die dogs! Die dogs!

1:53:57 > 1:54:00Shall we have incision?

1:54:00 > 1:54:01My lord, my lord!

1:54:01 > 1:54:03I cannot now speak.

1:54:03 > 1:54:05I will hear you soon. Take them away.

1:54:13 > 1:54:16DOLL SCREAMS

1:54:16 > 1:54:19I'll tell thee what, thou tripe-visaged rascal!

1:54:19 > 1:54:21O the Lord, that Sir John were come!

1:54:21 > 1:54:25CROWD: God save the King!

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