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The days that we have seen!
Do you remember since we lay|all night in the windmill... St. George's field?
No more of that,|Master Shallow.
Ah! It was a merry night!|And is Jane Nightwork alive?
I think so.
- Doth she hold her own well?|- Old.
- Old, Master Shallow.|- Nay, certain she is old.
She must be old.
She had a child before|I came to...
...St. Clement's inn.
Jesu, the days that we|have seen!
Sir John, said I well?
We have heard the chimes at|midnight, Master Robert Shallow.
That we have! That we have!
That we have! That we have!
Jesu, the days that we|have seen!
"King Richard II, was murdered|on behalf of the Duke...
...Henry Bollingbroke, say some,|at the castle of...
...Pontefract, on 14th February,|of the year 1400.
Before his death, the|Duke had been crowned.
And Edmund Mortimer, the|true heir to the throne...
...was a prisoner of the|Welsh rebels.
The new king was in no hurry|to pay for his ransom...
...and to prove this, Mortimer's|cousins, the Percys...
...set off to Windsor,|to see the King.
...his son, Henry Percy,|surnamed "Hotspur"...
...and Worcester, whose idea,|was always to act maliciously...
...and to plot against them."
Shall we buy treason?
- My lord...|- No, let him starve.
For I shall never hold that man|my friend...
...whose tongue shall ask me to|ransom home revolted Mortimer!
Revolted? He never did fall off|my lord's liege, but by war.
Till now, I have remain'd cold|blooded before these iniquities...
...but, I tell thee, I shan't remain|thus much longer a time.
Our family, my lord...
...deserves not the harshness|of your rage...
...for thou art support'd, by our|greatness and our weapons... be seated on this throne.|- Worcester, leave us, I say!
For your eyes, speak of plots,|resentment and obedience not.
- Lord...|- What else?
Let me not hear you speak of|Mortimer, or you shall hear in...
...such a kind from me as|will displease you.
- Hear me, my lord.|- Lord Northumberland...
...we license you depart with...
...your son.
Speak of Mortimer! Zounds I will|speak of him, and let my soul...
...want mercy if I join him not.|- Nephew, pray listen to me.
Did King Richard then proclaim|my brother Edmund Mortimer...
...heir to the crown?|- He did, myself did hear it.
Nay, then I can not blame his|cousin, that wish'd him starve.
Shall it, for shame, be spoken in|these days, or fill up chronicle... time to come, that men of|your nobility and power...
...did gage them both in an|unjust behalf?
God pardon it!
To put down Richard,|that sweet, lovely rose...
...and plant this thorn,|this canker, Bollingbroke.
- Say no more.|- By heavens, me thinks it were... easy leap to dive into the|bottom of the deep, where...
...fathom-line could never touch|the ground and pluck up...
...drown'd honour by the locks,|than to bear so vile a king!
Farewell, I'll talk to you when|you are better temper'd to attend.
Leave not! What can I do if|nettled and stung with pismires...
...I get, when I hear of|this vile polititian, Bollingbroke?
In Richard's time, what do ye|call the place, where I first...
...bow'd my knee unto this king|of smiles, this Bollingbroke?
When you and he came back|from Ravenspurg!
You say true.
What a candy deal of courtesy|this greyhoud then did proffer!
And, gentle Harry Percy,|my kind cousin.
- O, the devil take such cozeners.|- Say no more, let us be wise.
God forgive me, good uncle, tell|your tale, for I have done.
- Nay, if you have not, to't again.|- I have done already.
Secretly into the bossom creep|of that some noble prelate, well...
...belov'd, the archbishop.|- Of York, it's not?
Good blow against the king!|And then the power of Scotland...
...and of York to join with|Mortimer, ha?
And so they shall. Farewell, good|brother, no further go in this.
- I by letter shall direct you.|- We shall thrive, I trust.
One thing I shall do, pursue|and fight that Bollingbroke!
And that some sword-and-|buckler Prince of Wales...
...he, who cares not that his|father loves him not.
I'd have him poison'd with|a pot of ale.
- And Falstaff?|- Fast asleep.
And snorting like a horse.
- I have taken his purse.|- And what hast thou found?
Nothing but papers, my lord.
- What time of day is it, lad?|- What a devil hast thou to do...
...with the time of the day?|Unless hours were cups of sack...
...and minutes capons, and cocks|the tongue of bawds, and dials...
...the sign of leaping houses, and|blessed sun himself a fair hot...
...wench in flame-coloured|taffeta.
I see no reason why thou hast|to know the time of day.
Indeed, Hal.
For we that take|purses, go by the moon.
Who the devil hast robbed me?|Hostess!
- What dost want thou?|- My pocket was picked!
Why, Sir John, what do you think|that I keep thieves in my house?
- Leave! I know thee, even now!|- I know you, Sir John!
You owe me money, and now you|pick a quarrel to belique me of it.
This house's turned|bawdy-house.
- A bawdy-house sayest thee?|- Yea, and they pick pockets!
But for having 12 or 14 maidens|who live honestly... sewing, thou sayest I own|a bawdy-house. What a world!
Canst one sleep fearing not for|the fate of one's purse?
Sir John, you owe money here!
What didst thou lose, Jack?
- 'Tis no trifle offence, some' 40.|- What sayest thou?
And a seal ring of my|grandfather's, worth 40 mark.
You owe so much money, Jack,|you hath forgotten.
1st: A capon, 2s. 2d.|Sauce, 4p.
Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8p.
Anchovies and sack after|supper, 2s. 6d.
- Bread, 0s. 1/2 d.|- O monstrous!
Come, don't burden me|with thou ill mood.
I forgive thee.|I'll have some sack!
God forgive thee for it.
Before I knew thee, I knew|nothing, and now am I...
If a man should speak truly,|little better than of the wicked.
I was as virtuously given as a|gentleman need to be, enough.
Swore little, diced not above|seven times a week, went to...
...a bawdy-house not above|once in a quarter... of an hour.
Company, villanous company|hath been the spoil of me.
An I have not forgotten what|the inside of a church is made...
...of, I am a pepper-corn,|a brower's horse, a church!
Well, I repent.
- Where shall we take a purse?|- Where thou wilt, Ned.
I see a good amendement in thee,|from praying to purse-taking.
Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, 'tis|no sin for a man to labour in it.
My lads, to-morrow morning,|early, at Gadshill...
...there are pilgrims going to|Canterbury, with rich offerings...
...and traders riding to London|with fat purses.
- Hal, wilt thou make one?|- Who, I rob? Not I, by my faith!
There's neither honesty, manhood|nor good fellowship in thee.
Nor thou comest not of the|blood royal, if thou darest not...
...stand for 10 shillings.|- It likes me not to go.
I'll be a traitor, then, when|thou art king.
I care not.
My lord, I have a jest to|execute, that I cannot do alone.
My dear prince!|Come, dost brood not over it!
I'll go with thee.
A booty shalt it be for all!
Provide us all things necessary.
Farewell, my lord.
- Farewell.|- Hal...
...when thou art king, let|not us be called...
...thieves of the day's beauty,|let us be Diana's foresters...
...gentlemen of the shade.|Let men say, we be men...
...of good government, being|governed, as the sea is... the moon, whose|countenance we steal.
I know thee well,|I wilt join you in thy...
...errands for a while.
I would I be the sun, who|lets horrid clouds, hide...
...away its beauty, until|he wantest to show it in all...
...its splendour and grandeur,|being thus more admired...
...for it hast taken|a longer time to show itself.
If all the year, a holiday it were,|pleasure woulst become as...
...tiresome as duty, but as holidays|be few, we long for them...
That day when I fail to|live a rash life, to pay a debt...
...that was never mine own, the|surprise of them, my subjects...
...wilt be greater, my amendment|in life so sudden, that it shalt... all the more admired|and reckon'd.
My amendment, after my|sins, shalt be more worthy.
But, shall there be gallons|in England when thou art king?
Do not thou, when thou art|king, hang a thief.
No, thou shalt. Thou shalt|become a brave hangman.
"The purpose you undertake|is dangerous."
That's certain, 'tis dangerous to|take a cold, to sleep, to drink...!
- Henry...|- I tell thee, you vile coward...
...out of this nettle, danger,|we pluck this flower safely.
- Henry...|- "The purpose is dangerous...
...the friends you hath named|uncertain, the time itself...
...unsorted, and all your whole|plot too light."
Say you so, say you so?
I say unto you again, you are a|shallow cowardly hind!
By the Lord! Our plot|is a good plot... ever was laid.
A good plot with true and|constant friends.
- Goeth you.|- Must I leave you, Kate...
...what a frosty-spirited|rogue this is!
In respect of the love he bears|our house, he shows in this.
He loves his own barn better|than he loves our house!
Hath Butler brought those|horses from the sheriff?
What horse, my lord?|A roan, a crop-ear, is it not?
That roan shall be my throne!
- What letters hast thou there?|- From thy father.
- Why comes he not himself?|- He's grievous sick.
How has he the leisure to be|sick in such a justling time?
You shall see now, in very sincerity|of fear and cold heart...
...will he to the king, and lay|open all proceedings.
Hang him...!
For what offence have I this|fortnight been a banish'd...
...woman from my Harry's bed?
In thy faint slumbers I, by thee|have watch'd and heard thee...
...murmur tales of iron wars,|speak terms of manage to thy...
...bounding steed;|Courage, to the field!
And thou hast talk'd of sallies|and retics, of trenches, tents...
...of palisadoes, cannon, culverin,|of soldiers slain, ransom and fight.
Yea, fights!|But hear you, my lord.
- My lord!|- What say'st thou, my lady?
- What is it, carries you away?|- Why, my horse, my love.
In faith, I'll know your business!|But if you go...
So far a foot, I shall be|weary, love.
In faith I'll break thy finger,|an if thou wilt not tell me...
...all things true.|- Away, you triffler!
Love? I love thee not.|I care not for thee.
This is no time to kiss, but for|bloody noses and crack'd crowns.
Gods me, my horse!
Do you not love me?|Do you not, indeed?
Nay, tell me if you speak in|jest, or no.
Come, wilt thou see me ride?|And when I am o'horseback...
...l'll swear|I love thee infinitely!
I know you wise, but yet|no further wise...
...than Harry Percy's wife.
Constant you are, but...
...yet a woman.
And for secrecy no lady closer|for I well believe, that thou...
...wilt not utter what thou|dost not know...
...and so far will I trust thee,|gentle Kate.
- How! So far?|- Not an inch further.
Wither I go, thither shall|you go too.
- Will this content you?|- It must, of force.
How long it's ago, Jack, since|thou sawest thine own knee?
My... own knee?
When I was about thy years, I|was not an eagle's talon in the...
...waist, a plague of sighing|and grief it blows a man up.
- Here comes the king's money.|- 'Tis going to his exchequer.
- My friends, the purpose is clear.|- Halt!
- You four shall front them.|- How many be there of them?
- Some eight or ten.|- Zounds, will they not rob us?
Give me my horse.|To thy tasks.
If they shalt escape your attack,|they shalt fall unto our trap.
8 yards of uneven ground is 70|miles a foot with me.
I have removed his horse.
If I travel further, I shall|break my wind.
I'll starve, are I'll rob|a foot further!
Whew! A plague upon you all!
Lie down!
Lie down, close to the ground,|and list if thou canst hear...
...the tread of travellers.
Have you any levers to lift|me up again?
They art coming.
I pr'ythee, good prince Hal, help|me to my horse, good king's son.
Shall I be your ostler?
Go hang thyself in thine own|heir apparent garters!
Come on!
Come, the boy shall lead our|horses down the hill;...
...we'll walk a-foot awhile,|and ease our legs.
Cut the villains' throats!
- For obtaining of suits?|- Here.
Life hast been made for|the young, old fool!
Come, come.
Come, my masters, let us share.
An the prince and Ned be not|two cowards, there's no equity...
...stirring. There's no more value|in that, than in a wild duck.
Your money villains!
The thieves are scatter'd, and|possess'd with fear!
Each takes his fellow|for an officer.
Falstaff sweats to death, and|lards the earth as he walks.
We're not for laughing,|I should pity him.
None knowest the faring of|mine strayed son, Harry?
- I hath seen him not for months.|- My lord.
- Did thou read the letters I sent?|- Yes, my lord.
Our kingdom is sick, a serious|disease spreads over it.
Percy and Lord art supported by|50,000 men, they say.
Here comes Lord Rham.
Lord Northumberland is sick,|but a great army of...
...Englishmen and Scots,|follows Henry Percy.
My pride be wounded by envy.
I envy that Lord Northumberland|should be the father... so blest a son.
The very straightest plant.
Whilst I, by looking on the|praise of him, see riot and...
...dishonour stain the brow of|my young Harry.
O that it could be prove'd that|some night-tripping fairy had...
...exchang'd in craddle-clothes|our children, where they lay...
...then I would have his Harry,|and he mine.
- Where is the Prince of Wales?|- We know not, my lord.
Pray God they find him soom!
Ask in London, search the inns...
...they say he visits the|taverns...
...with shady characters...
...who hidest in alleys to|attack some...
...wardens, they pick-pocket|our subjects.
My son, who is an|affeminate fool...
...wantest to bet his honour|by pervenrting that vile crowd.
Easy victory!
The virtue of this jest will|be the incomprehensible lies...
...that this same fat rogue|will tell us.
How 30, at least, he fought with|what wards, what blows...
...what extremities|he endured to defeat them all.
A plague of all cowards!
A plague of all cowards!
I say, and a vengeance too!|Give me a cup of sack, boy.
- Where hast thou been, Jack?|- A plague of all cowards!
Go thy ways, old Jack,|die when thou wilt.
If manhood be not forgot upon|the face of the earth...
...then I am a shotten herring.
There live not three good men|unhanged in England...
...and one of them is fat and|grows old; God help the wicked!
What mutter you, woolsack?
A king's son!
If I do not beat thee out of thy|kingdom with a dagger of lath...
...and drive all the subjets afore|thee like a flock of wild geese...
...l'll never wear hair on my|face any more. Prince of Wales.
- Why, you whoreson round man.|- Vile fat man!
What's the matter?
Are you not a coward? Answer.
And ye call me a coward?|Ye fat paunch!
Dost I call thee coward?
I'll see damned ere I call you|coward, but I would give...
...a thousand pound, I could run|as fast as thou canst.
What's the matter?
There be four of us here have|ta'en a thousand pound this day?
- A thousand, where is it?|- Where is it, Jack?
Where? Taken from us it is.
- A hundred upon poor four of us.|- What, a hundred, man?
If I were not at half-sword|with a dozen...
...of them two hours together,|I have'scaped by miracle.
I am eight times|thrust through the doublet... buckler cut through, my|sword hacked like a hand-saw.
- How was it?|- We four set upon some dozen!
Sixteen at least.
And bound them, we were|sharing, 6 or 7 men set upon us.
- What, fought ye them all?|- Lf I fought not with fifty of...
...them, I am a bunch of radish.|If there were not upon...
...poor Jack, then I am no|two-legged creature.
Pray God, you have not|murdered some of them.
Nay, that's past praying for.
I have peppered two of them,|two I am sure I have paid.
Two rogues in buckram suits, if|I tell thee a lie, Hal, spit in... face, and call me horse.|I acted a true man.
Four rogues in buckram|let drive at me.
- What, four?|- Thou saidst but two even now.
Four, Hal, I told thee four.|These four came all a-front.
I made no more ado but took all|their seven points in my target...
...thus!|- Seven?
Why, there were but four...
- In buckram suits?|- Ay, in dark buckram suits.
Seven, by these hilts or I am|a villain else.
Let him alone, we shall|have more anon.
- Dost thou hear me, Hal?|- Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.
Do so, for it is worth|listening to.
- These nine I told thee of...|- So, two more already.
...began to give me ground, but|I came in foot and hand...
...and with a thought... of the eleven... I paid.|- They are eleven now.
But as the devil would have... three misbegotten knaves|in green, came at my back...
...and let drive at me.|For it was so dark, Hal, that...
...thou couldst not see thy hand.|- These lies are like...
...the father that begett'd them.|Why, thou clay-brained guts...
...thou non patted fool,|thou whoreson...
...obscene, swine...|- What, art thou mad?
- Is not the truth, the truth?|- Why, how couldst thou know...
...this men in green, when it was|so dark thou couldst not see?
- Come, tell us your reason.|- Come, your reason, Jack.
What, upon compulsion?|No, were I at the strappado.
I would not tell you on|compulsion.
I'll be no longer guilty of this|sin, this sanguine coward.
This horse back-breaker, this|huge hill of flesh!
Away you, starveling!|You elf-skin... dried neat's tongue!
O for breathe to utter|what is like thee!
You tailor's yard, you seath,|you bow-case, you vile stuck!
Well, breathe awhile, and|then to it again.
We two saw you four|set on four;...
...mark now, how a plain tale|shall put you down.
Falstaff, you carried your|guts away as nimbly and still...
...ran and roared, as ever|I heard a bull-calf.
What a slave art thou to hack|sword as tho hast done...
...and say it was in fight. What|trick canst thou now find out... hide thee, from this shame?|- Jack, what trick hast thou now?
By the Lord, I knew ye as well|as he that made ye.
Was it for me to kill|the heir apparent?
Why, thou knowest I am as|valiant as Hercules, but...
...beware instinct. The lion will|not touch the true prince.
I was a coward on instinct.
- I am glad you have the money.|- My lord, my prince!
Marry, my lord, there is a noble|man would speak with you.
What's the matter?
He comes on behalf of thy father.
Give him as much as thee canst,|and send him back to my mother.
- What manner of man is he?|- An old man.
What doth gravity out of his|bed at midnight?
- Shall I give him answer?|- Pr'ythee, do, Ned.
Lock the doors, keep vigil|to-day and pray to-morrow...
...lads, dost you want to enjoy?
- Lets put up a comedy.|- A comedy?
Thou wilt be horribly chid|tomorrow when thou comes to...
...thy father, if you love him,|practise an answer.
- Do thou stand for my father.|- Shall I? Content.
This chair shall be my state,|and this cushion... my crown.
Twas Sir Thomas Gracey.|Bad news, they sayest...
...that Hotspur of the North...|- Percy.
He that kills me some six or|seven dozen Scots at a breakfast...
...and says to his wife. Fie upon|this quiet life! I want work.
Couldst anyone more fear'd|be though off?
Doth not thy blood thrill?|Art thou not horribly afraid?
Not a whit, i'faith, I lack|some of thy instinct.
Give me a cup of sack to make|mine eyes look red...
...that it may be thought I have|wept, for I must speak in passion.
...I do not only marvel where|thou spendest thy time...
...but also how thou art|accompanied.
He doth it as like one of these|harlotry players as ever I see!
Quiet, hostess!|That thou art my son, I have...
...partly thy mother's word,|partly my own opinion...
...but chiefly a villanous trick|of thine eye, and a foolish...
...hanging of thy nether lip.
Why, being son to me... thou so pointed at?
There is a thing, which thou|hast often heard of...
...the pitch, doth defile, so doth|the company thou keepest.
And yet, there is a virtuous|man whom I have often noted... thy company,|I know not his name.
What manner of man...?
A goodly portly man, and a|corpulent, of a cheerful look...
...a pleasing eye and a most|noble carriage.
As I think his age,|some 50 or 60...
...and now I remember me,|his name is...
If that man should be lewdly|given, he deceiveth me...
...for I see virtue in his looks,|him keep with...
...the rest banish.|- Dost thou speak like a king?
Do thou stand for me,|and I'll play my father.
Depose me?
- Well, here I am set.|- And here I stand.
- Harry, whence come you?|- My noble lord, from Eastcheap.
The complaints I hear of|thee are grievous.
They are false. I'll trickle|ye for a young prince, i'faith.
There is a devil haunts thee, in|the likeness of a fat old man...
...a tun of man is thy|companion.
Why dost thou converse with|that trunk of humours...
...that bolting-hutch of|beastliness...
...that huge bombard of sack...
...that stuffed cloak-bag of guts,|that ox that reverend vice...
...that father ruffian,|that vanity in years?
Wherein is he good?|But to taste sack and drink it!
Wherein is he useful?|But to carve a capon and eat it.
Wherein cunning, but in craft?|Wherein crafty, but in villany?
Wherein villanous,|but in all things?
Wherein worthy, but in nothing?
Whom means Your Grace?
That villanous abominable|misleader of youth.
That old white beard Satan.
- My lord, the man I know.|- I know thou dost.
But to say I know more harm|in him than in myself, is a lie.
That he is old, his white|hairs do witness it.
But that he is, saving your|reverence, an old Satan...
...that, I utterly deny!
If sack and sugar be a fault,|God help the wicked!
If to be old and merry, be a sin,|then many I know is damned.
If to be fat, to be hated, many|a monk shalt be burnt.
No, my lord, banish Peto,|banish Bardolph...
...banish Poins,|but for sweet Falstaff...
...kind Jack Falstaff,|true Jack Falstaff...
And therefore more valiant|Jack Falstaff...
...being as he is old|Jack Falstaff...
...banish not him thy|Harry's company.
Banish plump Jack...|and banish all the world!
I do.
I will
- O, my lord, my lord!|- What's the matter?
The sheriff and all the watch|are come to search the house.
Out, you rogue! I have much to|say in the behalf of that Falstaff.
Go hide. Now, my masters, for a|true face and good conscience.
Both which I have had, but their|date is out, and so I hide me.
What is your will with me,|master sheriff?
First, pardon me, my lord. A hue|and cry hath followed men here.
What men?
One of them is well known|a gross fat man.
As fat as butter!
The man, I do assure you, is not|here, let me entreat you leave.
I will, my lord.
There are two gentlemen have|in this robbery lost 300 mark.
If he have robb'd these men,|he shall be answerable.
- Farewell.|- Good-night, my lord.
I'll to the court in the morning,|we must all to the wars.
Good-night, my noble lord.
I think it is good-morrow,|is it not?
Indeed, my lord.
We shall have to fight, ha?|Hostess, make ready breakfast.
You owe me money, Sir John!
- I lent thee some 23 pound.|- Go, you thing, go.
Say, what thing?|I am an honest man's wife and...
...setting thy knighthood aside,|thou art a knave to call me so.
Setting thy womanhood aside,|thou art a beast to say other.
- Say, what beast, thou knave?|- What beast?
- Why, an otter.|- An otter, sir John?
Why an otter?
Neither fish nor flesh, a man not|knows where to have' her.
Thou know what thou sayest!
Thou, or any man knows where|to have me. Thou knave, thou!
Thou sayest true,|he slanders thee most grossly.
So he doth you, my lord.
And said this other day that|you ought him 1,000 pound.
- Do I owe you 1,000 pound?|- A million pound, a million.
Thy love is worth a million.
Thou owest me thy love.
My sweet Jack, I must still be|good angel to thee.
My lord, he'd call you|an ass and a crafty...
...he would cudgel you.|- Did you?
As thou art man, I dare, but|as thou art prince...
...I fear thee, as I fear|the lion's whelp.
- Why not as the lion?|- The king is to be feared thus.
Dost thou think I'll fear thee|as I fear thy father?
The money is paid back again.
O, I do not like that paying|back: 'tis a double labour.
Thou tender sucking pig...
...hungry bear!
Come, let's be friends, Jack.
Thou shalt go to wars, and who|knowest we shalt meet again.
Who carest?
Farewell, fat Jack.
Farewell, winter rose!
Percy, Northumberland...
...the archbishop of York,|Douglas, Mortimer...
...capitulate against us.
But, wherefore do I tell thee|of my foes...
...which are my near'st and|dear'st enemy?
To fight against me under|Percy's pay... dog his heels,|and court'sy at his frowns... show how much thou|art degenerate.
Lords, give us leave.
The Prince of Wales and I must|have some conference.
I know not whether God|will have it so...
...for some displeasing service|I have done...
...that is his secret doom,|out of my blood...
...He'll breed a scourge for me.
Tell me else...
...could such inordinate and low|desires, such poor, such bare...
...rude society, accompany...
...the greatness of thy blood?|- I beg Your Majesty...
Hath faulty wander'd and|irregular so common-hackney'd... the eyes of men's opinion,|that did help me to the crown...
...I should be deposed.
None lovest a king who goest|with shallow jesters...
...mingled his royalty|with carping fools.
He was but the cuckoo|is in June, heard, not regarded...
...seen but with such eyes,|as sick and blunted with..., afford no gaze, such|as is bent on sun-like majesty...
...when it shines seldom in|admiring eyes.
And that line, stand'st thou.
For thou hast lost thy princely|privilege with vile participation.
Not an eye but is a-weary|of thy common sight.
Save mine, which hath|desire'd to see thee more.
I shall hereafter, my thrice-|gracious lord, be more myself.
As thou art to this hour,|was Richard then...
...when I from France set|foot at Ravenspurg...
...and even as I was|then is Percy now!
Now, by my sceptre, and|my soul to boot...
...he hath more worthy interest|to the State than thou.
Do not think so.
I will redeem all this on Percy's|head, and in the closing...
...of some glorious day, be bold|to tell you that I am your son.
And that shall be the day,|whene'er it lights...
...that this same child of honour|and renown, this gallant Hotspur...
...and your unthought-of|Harry, chance to meet.
I shall make this northern|youth exchange...
...his glorious deeds for|my indignities...
...this is the name of God,|I vow here.
The Earl of Westmoreland|set forth to-day...
...three days aft, thou|shall set forward.
- Damn!|- Damn you, woolsack!
We must war together, why use|daggers against eachother?
Thou vipers, thou!
I am Pistol, if thou darest|load me, I'll shoot.
Pay the 8s. I won from thou|playing bowls.
- He who payset is a vile slave.|- Swine!
Who is it who flees?
- Falstaff, Your Highness.|- The one involved in the theft?
O, my lord, the Judge.
I heard thou was sick...
...I would you have come|out under doctor's orders.
Thy youth is not over yet,|but thou art old...
...and thou canst feel|the action of time on thyself...
...pray, take care of thyself.
Westmoreland, my lord!
I thought thou had been|at Shrewsbury.
'This time for us both|to be there.
What, is the king encamped?
He is, and I fear we|shall stay too long.
Sir John, I did never see|such pitiful rascals.
Methinks they are poor - bare.
If I be not ashamed of my|soldiers, I am a soused gurnet.
I have misused the king's|press damnably...
...they have bought out|their services...
...and now my whole change|consists of revolted tapsters...
...and ostlers tradefallen...
...cankers of a calm|world and long peace.
- Falstaff, we must leave.|- The king looks for us all.
- Cometh you with the Prince?|- You follow him from here to...
...there, hence an evil spirit.|- You hast perverted the prince.
- He did so to me.|- You lead a vile life.
Thy means are slender,|and thy waste is great.
I would it be otherwise! My|means greater, but my waist not.
The white hairs on thy face,|should maketh thou...
...learn the graveness.|- The fat... the fat.
You, that are old consider|not the capacities of us...
...thou measure thy ardousness|against the roughness of thy skin.
- Dost thou think thyself young?|- All in thou art old.
Have you not a moist eye?|A dry hand? A yellow cheek?
- A white beard?|- A decreasing leg?
A broken voice when tired?
And thy faculties|ruin'd through old age?
- Even so, thou call thyself young?|- I was born at three in the...
...afternoon carrying a white head,|a round belly, the voice I lost... singing and hollaing.
Sir John, you must recruit|more soldiers in other counties...
...we must leave at once!|- Set forth!
Pray be humble, and pray|God to protect thy men.
Will you give me 1,000 pound|for my men?
Lay out, lay out.|Fare you well.
- My lord...|- Not one pence.
- Bardolph, give me a cop os sack.|- Will you give me money?
Pray God he giveth a good ally|to the prince!
Pray Heavens above he giveth|the ally a good prince.
- What news?|- The Earl of Westmoreland...
...strong, is marching|hitherwards with Prince John.
No harm, what more?
- The king himself is set forth.|- He shall be welcome too!
Where is his son, the nimble-|footed madcap Prince of Wales...
...and his comrades, that daff'd|the world aside and bid it pass?
All furnish'd, all in arms. By the|lord, cousin, wait for help!
Gentlemen, life is|always short...
...but, if lived cowardly,|it would prove far too long...
...even if it lasted one hour.
If we dost live, it is|to tread on king's heads.
If we are to die, it shall be|beautiful, if we die with princes.
- Justice Shallow?|- I am, a poor knight...
...from this same county, and one|of the king's peace justices.
My captain sends regards.|My captain, Sir John Falstaff...
...a handsome knightand a|brave captain.
Welcome, sir.
I thinkest...
Soldiers art coming...
Take good care of them,|for they art but axes knives.
Let them use them on themselves,|for they come looking shaby.
Why, Davy, how funny!|O, sir,! Go away!
Give me your hand, highness.
- Welcome, sir John.|- Master Robert Shallow...
...I am glad to see thou again.|Thy house is beautiful.
You shall see mine orchard...
...we'll eat a last year's pippin|of my own graffing.
With a dish of carraways.
Have you provided me here half|a dozen sufficient men?
Marry, have we, sir.
Let's see. Where's the roll?
Robert Shallow...
I do remember him at|Clement's... a man made after supper|of a cheese-paring.
When he was naked, he was|like a forked radish, he was...
...the very genious of famine,|yet lecherous as a monkey.
And now, this Vice's dagger,|become a squire, and now has...
...he land and beeves.
I will be acquainted with him.
A friend i'the court is better|than a penny in purse, take care.
Let me see! Let them|appear as I call.
Master Surecard, as I think?
- Er...|- Silence!
Sir John, it is my cousin Silence|in comission with me.
Good Master Silence, it well|befits you'd be of the peace.
The very same, Sir John.
Your Highness...
I would break Skogan's head|at school when a child!
And the very same day,|I'd hit a Sampson Stockfish...
...a fruiterer, behind Gray's inn.
Jesu, the mad days I have spent!
Master Silence, let's see those|men, Master Silence.
Name them in order, cousin.|Quick!
- Mouldy?|- Yes, my lord.
It is time you were spent.
Things that are mouldy,|lack use.
Prick him.
You need not to have|pricked me... old dame'll be undone|now for one to do the drudgery.
- Prick him.|- Prick him!
- Thomas Wart.|- Here, sir.
- There are other men fitter.|- Stand aside, Mouldy.
- Is Wart good enough, sir?|- His apparel is built upon his...
...back, prick him no more.|- Then, Simon Shadow.
Shadow? Shadow will|serve good for summer.
You can do it, sir!
Prick him.
Let's see another.
Francis Feeble, cousin!
- What trade art thou, Feeble?|- A woman's tailor, sir.
Wilt thou make as many holes|in an enemy's battle as thou...
...hast done in a woman's robe?|- I'll do my good, but no more.
Well said!|Well said, courageous Feeble!
Thou wilt be as valiant|as a magnanimous mouse!
Prick the woman's tailor,|Master Silence.
Prick him, Master Silence.
- Who is next?|- Peter Bullcalf of the Green!
O lord, my lord captain.
Dost thou roar before|thou art pricked?
- O, lord, sir! I'm a diseased man.|- What disease has thou?
A cough, sir, which I caught|with ringing... the king's|affairs upon his coronation day.
We will have away thy cold, and|thy friends shall ring for thee.
Prick him.
- Is here all?|- Here's more than your number.
- Good master corporal Captain...|- Go to, stand aside.
I had as lief be hanged,|as go to war.
Sir captain...
- Here is four French crowns.|- Stand aside.
You shall have 40, sir. For|my old dame's sake, she has...
...nobody when I am gone.|- Go to, stand aside.
Let it go which way it will.
Sir, I have three pound to free|Mouldy and Bullcalf.
Mouldy, stay at home till you|are past service.
Bullcalf,|grow till you come unto it.
- But they are your likeliest men.|- Will you tell me how to choose?
Wart, he shall charge you and|discharge you with the motion...
...of a pewterer's hammer, and|this half-faced fellow, he...
...presents no mark to the enemy|and for a retreat, how swiftly...
...will this Feeble, the woman's|tailor, run off.
O, give me the spare men...
...and spare me the great one|Fare you well.
- Sir John, Heaven bless you.|- Fare you well.
- Bardolph, get new sticks.|- There are none.
Give the soldiers clothes.
Heaven bless you, Sir John!
And prosper your affairs!
And send us peace!
How now, Worcester! 'Tis not|well that you and I...
...should meet upon such terms,|you have deceiv'd our trust...
...and made us doff our easy|robes of peace, to crush our...
...old limbs in ungentle steel;|this is not well, my lord.
My liege, I do protest, I have not|sought the day of this dislike.
- How comes it, then?|- Rebellion lay in his way...
...and he found it.|- Peace, chewet, peace.
Tell your nephew, the Prince|of Wales, doth join...
...with all the world in praise|of Henry Percy, I do not think...
...a braver gentleman,|more bold and daring.
I say it to my shame. I have|a truant been to chivalry.
Yet, this before my father's|majesty, I am content that he...
...shall take the odds of his great|name and will, to save the...
...blood of more Englishmen.
We love our people well,|even those that are misled...
...upon us and will they take|the offer of our grace...
...every man shall be my friend|again, and I'll his.
We offer fair.
Take it advisely.
It will not be accepted,|on my life.
God befriend us, as our|case is just.
Pray Harry hears not|the king's offer.
What sayest to thee?
There is no seeming|mercy in the king.
He calls us rebels, traitors,|and will scourge.
Arms, gentlemen; to arms!
Soldiers, comrades,|every leader to his charge.
I aswear to thee I shall stain|this sword with the best blood!
The Prince of Wales said before|the king, he would defy you... in battle.|- Lf it were to befall upon...
...the Prince of Wales and myself,|I would be ready to even die.
- I would I could sleep now.|- Why, thou owest God a death.
'Tis not due yet; I would be|lothe to pay Him before his day.
What need I be so forward|with Him that calls not on me?
But that matters not,|for honour pricks me.
But how if honour prick me off|when I come on? How then?
Can honour set-to an arm, or|take away the grief of a wound?
Hath it no skill in surgery?
What is honour?
Air, only air. Who hath it?
He that died on Wednesday,|doth he feel it? No.
Is it insensible, then?|Yea, to the dead...
...but will it not live with|the living? No.
Detraction will not suffer it,|therefore I'll none of it.
Honour is a mere scutcheon,|and so end my catechism.
Come, let me taste my horse,|against the Prince of Wales!
Harry to Harry shall,|not horse to horse..., and ne'er part till one|drop down a corse.
- What stand'st thou idle here?|- Give me leave to breathe awhile.
The Great Turk never did such|deeds in arms as I have done...
...this day, I have paid Percy.|- Indeed, and living to kill thee.
If I mistake not, thou art Harry.
Thou speak'st as if I would|deny my name.
- My name is Harry Percy.|- One England can not brook'...
...a double reign, of Harry Percy|and the Prince of Wales.
Nor shall it, for the hour is|come to end the one of us.
Well said, Hal! To it, Hal!
Go on, boy!
It will be not easy, Percy!
Harry,|thou hast robb'd me of youth.
I better brook the loss of brittle|life, than those proud titles...
...thou hast won of me. They|wound my thought worse than...
...thy sword my flesh, but|thought's the slave of life...
...and life, time's fool, and|time must have a stop.
O, I could prophesy...
...but that the earthly and cold|hand of death lies on my tongue.
...thou are dust, and food for...
...for worms, brave Percy.
Fare thee well, great heart.
Ill weav'd ambition when|that this body did...
...contain a spirit, a kingdom|for it was too small a bound...
...but now two paces of|heaven, is room enough.
This earth bears not alive|so stout a gentleman.
What old acquaintance.
Could not all this flesh|keep in a little life?
Farewell, poor Jack. I could have|better spar'd a better man.
Embowell'd will I see thee|by and by.
If thou embowell me to-day,|powder and eat me later.
I hath to pretend to be dead.
The better part of value|is discretion.
In the which better part|I have saved my life.
Lord, why tis brave Percy!
I'll swear I did it.
The trumpet sounds retreat,|the day is ours.
'Tis the ending that awaits|for every rebel.
Ill-spirited Worcester...
...did we not send grace, pardon|and terms of love to all of you?
- I've done, as my safety urg'd.|- Bear him to the death.
Other offenders we will|pause on.
Brother, let's go to the hill|to see who cometh.
There is Percy.
If your father|will do me any honour, so...
...if not, let him kill the|next Percy himself.
Why, Percy I killed myself|and saw thee dead.
Lord, how this world is|given to lying!
I was down and out of breath,|and so was he; but we rose... an instant, and|fought a long hour.
I shall not be any less|than an Earl or Duke.
Another glorious day|such as this...
...and we will and|rebellion in our kingdom.
Falstaff, thou shall go with|prince John of Lancaster...
...against Nothumberland.|- No dangerous project...
...can keep me away.
I will not be here forever,|but these tricks...
...from England I findst tiring.
Falstaff, the king will have|thee part from Harry.
Nay, I owest to thy wit.
Prince of Lancaster! This young|sober-blooded boy...
...doth not love me, nor a man|cannot make him laugh.
But there's not marvel,|he drinks no wine.
There's never any of these|demure boys come to any proof.
The drink doth so over-cool|their blood, that they are...
...generally fools and cowards,|which come of us would be too...
...but for inflammation.
A good sherris-sack that a|twofold operation... ascendens me into the brain,|dries me then all the foolish...
...and dull vapours wich|environ it, makes it quick...
...full of nimble, fiery and|delectable shapes...
...which deliver'd to the tongue,|which is the birth...
...becomes excellent wit.
The other property of your|excellent sherris is the warmth.
The blood warms up, and makes|it course from inside.
Hereof comes it that prince|Hal is valiant.
For the cold blood he|inherited of his father...
...he manured and water'd|with endeavour of...
...drinking good fertile sherris...
...that he is become very|hot and valiant.
If I had a thousand sons|I would teach them to quit...
...any thin drink and to|addict themselves to...
"The reing of king Henry IV,|wast from the beginning... rebellion, but it the year|or Our Lord 1408...
...the last of his enemies|hath been defeated.
That year, the king spent|Christmastime in London...
...but his health was undermined|through sickness."
Many good-morrows|your majesty.
- Is it good-morrows, lords?|- 'Tis one o'clock and past.
Why, then good-morrows,|my lords.
Where is the Prince of Wales?|Where is he?
Is not his brother John of|Lancaster, with him?
- No, my good lord, he is here.|- Thou must sleep, my lord...
...thou hath been sick for fifteen|days, it shall wreck thy health.
- What would my lord?|- Thou should at Windsor...
...with thy brother.|- He dines in on London.
And how accompanied?
With Poins and other his|continual followers.
Most subjet is the fattest|soil to weeds.
And he, the noble image of my|youth, is overspread with them.
My grief streches itself beyond|the hour of death.
The blood weeps from my heart|when I do shape... froms imaginary...
...the unguided days and rotten|times that you shall look...
...upon when I'm sleeping|with my ancestors.
My good lord, you look|beyond him quite.
The prince will, in time,|cast off his followers.
'Tis seldom when the bee|doth leave her comb.
Enter not, he hath a fit.
He cannot long hold art|these pangs.
The incessant labour|of his mind hath...
...worn out the shell that|contains life.
The crown. Give me the crown.
Set it upon my pillow.
Let there be no noise made,|my gentle friends.
Unless some dull and favourable|hand will whisper... to my weary spirit.
Call for the music|in the other room!
I fear the people...
...for, it hast seen montruos|deliveries from Nature.
Seasons hast changed their|weather, as if the year...
...would have leaped some|months.
The river hardly hath any|water running...
...and the old wise man, he who|speak'st of past times...
...says the same|happened but once before...
...when' the great king|Edward was sick, close to death.
How many of my poorest|subjects are at this hour asleep?
O, gentle sleep, Nature's|soft nurse... I have frighted thee,|that thou no more wilt weigh... eyelids down, and steep|my senses in forgetfulness?
Why, rather, sleep, liest|thou in smoky cribs, upon'...
...uneasy pallets stretching thee,|and hush'd with buzzing night...
...flies to thy slumber,|than in the perfum'd chambers...
...of the great, under canopies|of costly state, and lull'd with...
...sounds of sweetest melody?
O, thou dull god, why liest|thou with the vile... loathsome beds, and leav'st|the kingly couch a watch-case...
...or a common larum bell?
Wilt thou upon the high mast|seal up the ship-boy's eyes...
...and rock his brains in cradle|of the rure imperious surge...
...and in the visitation of the|winds, who take the billows... the top, hanging them with|deafening clamour in the...
...slippery shrouds, that with|the hurly, death itself awakes?
Canst thou, o partial sleep...
...give thy repose to the wet...
...sea-boy in an hour so rude...
...and in the calmest and|stillest night...
...with all appliances and|means to boot...
...deny it to a king?
Then, happy low.
Lie down...
...uneasy lies the head|that wears a crown.
Before God, I am|exceeding weary.
Is it come to that?
I had thought weariness durst|not have attacked one of... high blood.|- It does me...
...thou it discolours the|complexion of my greatness.
- God save your grace.|- And yours, most noble Bardolph.
- And how doth thy master?|- In bodily health.
"Sir John Falstaff, knight,|to the son of the king...
...nearest his father, Harry,|Prince of Wales, greeting.
Be not too familiar with..." The|ass takest too many a liberty.
"Be not too familiar with Poins,|for he misuses thy favours... much that he swears thou|art to marry his sister Nell.
My lord, I'll make him eat it!
Repent at idle times as thou|mayest, and so farewell.
Thine, by yea and no, as thou|usest him...
...Jack Falstaff with friends,|John with siblings...
...and Sir John with all Europe."|Is he in London?
Yes, my lord, with Mrs. Doll.
Shall we steal upon them,|Ned, at supper?
You boy, Bardolph, no word to|your master that I am to London.
- There's for your silence.|- I have no tongue, sir.
For mine, sir, I'll govern it.
Doth it now show vilely in|me to desire small beer?
How many young princes would|do as thy, their fathers being... sick as yours at this time?
Let the devil carry me away|if I listen to thy to-morrow!
Do you use me thus, must|I marry your sister, Nelly?
God send the wench have no|worse fate. But I never said so.
- Come, Ned.|- I'll be thy shadow.
I follow thy, my lord.
My heart bleeds inwardly|that my father is so sick.
Sir John, thou art so fat, that|I dare say thou wilt last not.
There you are!
- Around, I mighst be...|- Two yards, or more.
Round the waist, about the same.|I speak not of plentyfulness...
...but of sorrows.
I shall have to sack some of|mine. There art no other way.
I shall take Bardolph,|he shall pour for me.
That be a pleasant task.
...I am left penniless.
Is that all the comfort you|give me?
Who knock'st on the door thus?
- You muddy raskal!|- You make fat raskals.
I make them not, gluttony|and diseases make them.
If the cook help to make the|gluttony... help to the diseases.|Those we catch of you.
To come of the breach with his|pike bent bravely... venture upon the charged|chamber bravely...
Hang yourself, you|muddy conger!
You two never meet, but|you fall to some discord.
You art both as gouty|as dry toasts.
You have drunk too much|Canaries, good wine.
- How art thou?|- Better than before.
Well said.
Thy goodness, shines as gold.
What the good year, one must|bear, and that must be you.
Sir, Pistol would speak|with you.
It is the foul-mouth'dst|rogue in England!
- Hang him, swaggering raskal!|- Swagger?
Empty the chamberpot.
- Lf he swagger, let him not in.|- He art no swagger.
A tame cheater, you may stroke|him as a puppy greyhound.
- Pistol!|- God save you, Sir John.
I charge you with a cup of|sack, do you discharge upon... hostess.|- I will, with two bullets.
She is pistol-proof, you|shall hardly offend her.
Then to you, Mrs. Dorothy,|I will charge you.
- Charge me? You scurvy raskal?|- My sword, Bardolph.
I'll thrust my knife as you play|the savoy cuttle with me.
I'll murder your ruff for this.
- Pistol, I would not have go off.|- Nay, not here, good captain.
- Captain?|- Come dawn, captain.
Captain for what? For tearing a|poor whore's ruff in a bawdy?
Shall packhorses of Asia,|compare with Caessars...
...and with Cannibals, and Trojan|Greeks? Canst thou hear me?
You raskal!
Untwine the Sisters Three!
Are you not hurt in|the groin?
Me thought he made a shrewd|thrust at your belly.
The raskal!
- You sweet little rogue.|- You huge raskal...!
Thou whoreson little|boar-pig...
O love, how thou sweatest!
The raskal fled as if|mercury.
Let me wipe thy face.|Come on, you chops...
O, rogue, i'faith I love thee.
- I shall have him killed!|- Make it an order if thou...
...lovest me, and I shall be|gratefull between my bedsheets.
- The music is come, sir.|- Let them play!
Let them play!
What wilt thou have? I shall|receive money on Monday.
Thou shalt have a|cap to-morrow.
Come, sing a merry song|and make me gay!
Thou wilt forget me when|I am gone.
Thou wilt set me a weeping|an thou sayest so.
Kiss me, Doll.
Is it not strange that desire|should so outlive performance?
Thou dost give flattering busses.
I kiss thee with a most|constant heart.
I am old.
I am old.
I love thee better than I|love e'er a young boy.
An the Prince...?
- What humour is the prince of?|- Yes.
- A good shallow young fellow.|- Didst thou cut an ear off?
- And Poins, he a good wit?|- Poins, a wit?
Let us beat him before|his whore?
Poins and the prince|are such another.
A bastard son of the king's!
And art thou not|Poins, his brother?
My lord, he will drive you out|of your revenge.
How, you fat fool!
- Stuffed pork!|- No abuse, Hal.
Thou globe of sinful continents.
Thou art the most pleasant|and raskal of a prince.
How vilely did you speak of me|even now before this...
...honest gentlewoman?|- I did not think thou wast here.
And you knew me, as you did|when you ran away by Gadshill.
You spoke it on purpose to|try my patience.
I dispraised thee before the|wicked, that they might not...
...fall in love with thee, and|thy father is to thank me for it.
And now, whether fear or|cowardice, thou wrong this lady.
- Is Doll of the wicked?|- Is thine hostess?
Or honest Bardolph, whose zeal|burns in his nose?
The fiend hath picked down|Bardolph. For the women... of them, she is in hell|already, and burns, poor soul.
The other, I owe money to, if she|be damned for that, I know not.
By the way, have I not|shrunk considerably?
My skin hangs off as that|of an old woman's.
Sirrah, you giant, what says|the doctor of my water?
He said, sir, the water itself|was a good healthy water, but...
...for the party that owned it,|he might have many diseases.
Men take a pride to gird at me;|the brain of this foolish old'... not able to invent anything|that tends to laughter...
...more than I invent or is|invented on me.
I am not only witty in myself,|but the cause wit is in others.
I feel guilty of using up|such precious time.
I tell thee, my heart bleeds|inwardly that my father is sick.
- Shall I tell thee one thing?|- Yes, and let it be witty.
It shall serve among wits of|no higher breeding than thine.
Go to...
...I stand the push of your one|thing that you will tell.
I could tell to thee, as to one|it pleased me to call my friend...
...I could be sad.|Sad indeed.
Very hardly upon such a subject.
That think'st me as far in the|devil's book as thou and I?
An old lord at the Counsel, told|me off the other day...
...thruogh thee, but I listened|not to him. But he wast right.
- And on the street, too.|- Wisdom is shouting on the...
...streets, but nobody listens.|- Thou speak'st the truth...
...wisdom, as ignorance, get thee|as a disease would.
- Ned.|- Yes, my lord?
Let men feel untrustworthy|in thy company.
What wouldst thou think of me|if I should weep?
I would think thee a most|princely hypocrite.
I have forsworn his company|hourly, any time...
...this twenty-two year.
- They all believe me a hypocrit.|- Yet I'm bewitched with him.
If the raskal have not given me|medicines to make me love him...
...l'll be hanged.|- Thou shall understand it later.
It could not be else,|I have drunk medicines.
My lord!
Dost sack induce gout,|or gout induce pus...
...for one and the other have|my foot in flames!
All the better if I am to be a|limp, I have fought for the king...
...ha, lads? For then my|pension would be more adecuate.
Wit seeks its own benefit, I|shall take advantage of this case.
Good night...
Now, when the sweetes|mouthful of the night is about... reach me, I must|part without it.
Lad, let's go to Gloucester, to|see Master Robert Shallow...
...the knight. He stands held|firmly between my fingers.
I shall soon muzzle him.
When wilt thou stop'st the|fighting in the day, and the...
...feasting all the night, and|come to peace with the heavens?
Quiet, Doll, dost|speak not to me as to a skull...
...remind me not of my|last hour.
- Farewell, Dora.|- Well, sweet Jack.
- Farewell.|- Have a care of thyself.
- Who saw the Duke of Lancaster?|- I am here, brother.
Full of heaviness.
Rain within doors,|and none abroad?
- How doth the king?|- Exceedinly ill.
Why doth the crown lie|there upon his pillow?
She is a restless bedfellow.
O majesty...
...thou art like a rich armour|worn in the heat of the day...
...that scalds with safety.
My father, my lord!
Good king.
This is a sleep that|from this golden rigol...
...hath divorc'd so|many English kings.
Thy due from me is tears.
And heavy sorrows of the blood,|which nature... and' filial tenderness...
...shall pay thee...
My due from thee is this|imperial crown, which...
...which God shall guard.
And put the world's whole|strength into one giant arm... shall not force this lineal|honour from me.
Cousin Silenec, that thou hadst|seen that that this knight...
...have seen, said I well, sir?
We have heard the chimes|at midnight, Master Shallow.
That we have, that we have.
In faith, sir John, we have.
O, Jesu, Jesu, the days|that we have seen.
And to see how many of my old|acquaintance are dead!
- We shall all follow...|- Very true... the Psalmist saith,|'tis certain to all.
All shall die.
How a good yoke of|bullocks at the fair?
A yoke of...?
Is old Tom, of your|town living yet?
Dead? Jesu, Jesu, dead.
He drew a good bow.
Jesu, and dead?
John of Gaunt loved him well|and betted much money on him.
- Dead.|- Dead.
Hast thou seen a good|score of ewes?
Ewes or...
- So Ton is dead?|- Dead.
My lords!
- Lancaster, Westmoreland!|- What dost thou want from us?
- Why did you leave me alone?|- My brother was here.
The Prince of Wales?
- Is he not here?|- He undertook to watch for you.
Where is the crown?|Who took it from my pillow?
Canst thou forebear me|half an hour?
Then get thee gone, and dig my|grave thyself...
...and bid the merry bells ring|to thine ear...
...that I am dead, that thou|crown'd. Pluck down my officers.
Break my decrees. For a time|is come to mock at form.
Harry V is crown'd!
Up vanity, down the|royal state.
And to the English court|assemble now...
...from every region, apes of|idleness.
Counties, purge you of|your scum...
...have you a ruffian that will|swear, drink, revel the night...
...and commit the oldest|sins the newest of ways?
Be happy, he'll trouble thee not.
For war shall give him office,|honour, might, for Harry V...
...from curb'd license plucks|and the wild dog shall...
...flesh his tooth in|every innocent.
- I never thought to hear you.|- Thy wish wast granted.
I stay too long by thee,|I weary thee.
O, pardon me, my liege.
I canst see why thou hast taken|the crown.
God witness me, when I came|in, and found no breath...
...within thee, how cold struck|my heart. I thought thee dead.
Accusing it, I put it on my head|to try with it...
"It hadst before my face|murder'd my father.
Your gold is, not beautiful,|but hateful.
Another of lower karrat|is more beautiful...
...but thou though finer, devour|all those you take!"
Thus it was, my liege,|accusing the crown...
...I put it on my head, to try|with it as with an enemy...
...that had|murdered my father.
The quarrel of a true inheritor.
O, my son!
God put it in thy mind|to take it hence...
...that thou mightst win the|more thy father's love...
...pleading so wisely|in excuse for it.
Hear, I think, the very latest|counsel that ever...
...I shall breathe.
God knows, by what by-paths|and crook'd ways I met this..., for all my reign hath|been but a scene...
...acting that argument, and now|my death changes the mode.
For what in me was purchas'd,|falls upon thee in a more fairer...
...sort, yet, though thou stand'st|more sure than I could do...
...thou art not firm|enough, since...
...griefs are green. And all|my friends, which thou...
...must make thy friends, have|their stings and teeth newly out.
And by whose power I well|might lodge a fear... be again displac'd.
Harry, be it thy course|to busy giddy minds...
...with foreign quarrels, that|action, hence borne out...
...may waste the memory of the|former days.
I am weak...
...and my lungs are wasted so...
...that strength of speech is|utterly denied me.
O, God forgive me... I came to the crown...
...and grant it may with thee... true peace...
How art the king?
- He no longer lives.|- God save the king!
God save the king!
Thou look upon me in|a strange manner.
I shall turn those weeping|tears into happy hours.
We'd expect no less from thee.
Within myself, the wave of blood|hath been but utter vanity.
Now, it returns and flows|towards the sea, where it shall...
...mingle with others, and thus,|flow again with majestic calm.
Call for Parliament!
I was once of St. Clements-inn,|where I think they will talk...
...of mad Shallow, yet.
You were called lusty Shallow!
I was called anything and I|would have done anything too.
Then was Jack Falstaff,|now sir John...
...a boy, and loyal page to...
...the Duke of Norfolk.
Ha, sir John?
- I have drunk a lot to-night.|- I shall be merry.
We shall be merry and now|comes the sweet of the night.
Hey, lad!
O, Jesu, Jesu, the days|that we have seen!
O, Lord... we old men like|this vice of telling lies.
This foolish justice, boasts|he hath been a sinner... his youth, but, i'faith...
...of every three words,|one is lie.
- Sir John!|- I am coming, Master Shallow!
I am coming.
I shall get so much out of this|Shallow, that prince Harry...
...wilt hath to laugh for some|two or three years.
Thou shall see.
Thou shall see.
An it please your worship...
...there is one Pistol come|from the court with news.
From the court?
Sir John, I am thy Pistol,|thy friend.
And helter-skelter have|I rode to thee, with lucky joys...
...and golden times.
And happy news of price.
Pistol, what is thy news?
A foutra for the world and|worldlings, I speak of joys.
Thou art one of the|great persons of the kingdom!
Give me pardon, sir, if you come|with news from the court...
...I am under the king|in authority.
Under which king, bezonian.|Speak or die!
Under King Harry.
- Harry IV, or V?|- Harry the fourth.
A foutra for thy office!
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now|is king. Harry V is the man.
Is the old king...
...dead?|- As nail in door.
Saddle my horse, the|young King would see me!
Master Shallow, choose what|office thou wilt, 'tis thine.
Pistol, I will double thy dignities|Good Silence, my lord Silence...
...I am a fortune's steward.|Come, Pistol, utter more to me...
...and withal, devise something|to do thyself good.
Let us take any horses, the laws|of England are at my command.
Happy are they which have|been my friends!
And woe unto my Chief-Justice!
God bless thy lungs, sir.
Waves are roaring, trumpets|are sounding!
Stand by me, Master Shallow,|I shall have the king note thee.
I shall wink my eye at him,|and thou shall see his face.
If I hath had the time,|I would have taken him...
...presents with the 1,000|pounds thou lent me.
But, fret not, to go|wrong is worse.
- I shall show my haste.|- Yes, do.
- He shall see my warmth.|- So he shall.
- My devotion.|- That is right.
Riding night and day, not|thinking of what suit to wear...
...only wanting to reach there,|may it be dirty, thirsty...
...sweaty, with not a moment to|rest, for it shall not be...
...necesary to sleep well,|my only task is to get to him.
God save thy, little one!
Dost thou know|not who thou speak'st to?
My king, my little one!
I speak'st to thy.
Old man, I do not know thee,|kneel down.
Nay, never a white beard has|become a clown.
For a long time, I have|dreamt with one... bloated through orgy,|so old and so profane.
But once awake, I have|discharged mine dream.
From this day, reduce thy|body, and widen thy virtue...
...quit gluttony, the|grave is about open for thy... three times the bigger|as for any other man.
If you would answer|with some foolish remarks...
...think first I am not|the man I once wast.
For Heaven knows, and the|world shall know...
...that I hath rejected the|man in myself...
...and so I shall do with|those who were my friends.
If I ever become what I once|was, come close to me...
...and thou shalt be what you|were, my tutor in all my excess.
Until then, I exile thee,|under penalty of death... the rest of mine|corruptors.
I forbid thee to stand|less than 10 miles from myself.
I shall provide for thou... you dost make|the wrong.
And if we hear of thy|ammendment, then...
...we shall take you back|with thy merits and faculties.
See that my orders are|obeyed, my lord.
Master Shallow...
...I owest thee 1,000 pounds.|- Yes, sir John...
...and I hope to get it back.|- That I think difficult, Master.
Regret it not...
...for he feign, before all.
He shall call me to see|me alone.
Don't worry not for thy things,|I am yet the man...
...that shall make you grand.|- I see not how.
Unless thou give me thy|filled with straw.
Sir John, I beg thee,|give me back 500, at least.
...I always pay... debts.
What the king hath said,|'tis just a pretension.
- Which will kill thee, sir John.|- What a fright!
Let's have supper, everybody!
He shall call on me|more into the night.
I likest the king's|fair manner.
- Thou art all in exile.|- Until thou lives...
...become more modest.|- He hast ordered that all...
...the raskals be well provided.|- You starving fool!
- Jack Falstaff!|- Take him to prison!
- To prison?|- Come with me!
Thou must come, poor lad.
Gentlemen, do come,|he is very sick.
The king is a great one...
...but things are as they lay.
And now, to France!|It shall be an easy fight...
...a jolly fight.|Go, my dear patriots.
The sign of war goes forward...
...not queen of England,|but of France!
My lord Chief Justice, free|the man who is in prison.
- Falstaff?|- He shall suffer prison.
His example may help|others such as him.
If we close not our eyes|to small offenses...
...what then shall we do|when we see... crimes and|premeditated ones?
I think it was the|excess wine that did it.
And Falstaff?
He has died.
The king hast broken|his poor heart.
I would be with him,|where'er it may be.
- Be it in Heaven, or in Hell.|- No, he shall not be in Hell.
He art in Heaven, in peace, if|any man reachest there.
He hath a nice death...
...he went like|a new born baby.
He passed away between noon|and one o'clock...
...with the low tide.
When I saw him play with|the flowers, like a boy...
...and wave his sheets, I knew|he was to die...
...for his nise was pointed|over green fields.
I said: "Hello, Sir John,|come, man, be happy."
And he said three or four|times: "Lord, Lord, Lord!"
To calm him, I begged him|not to call God...
...I thought it not|his moment for that.
He asked to put|some sheets on thy feet
I touched them|throu the sheets...
...but they are as cold|as marble.
I did the same with thy|knees...
...then above, and even above...
...he was all very cold,|as marble.
- He ask'd for wine.|- And women?
He did not ask for that.
He said the devil would take|him for that reason.
He said that was his|most dangerous sin.
One day he saw Bardolph,|a flea on his nose...
...he said it was but a soul|burning in Hell.
The fuel that keep'st that|fire has long ago gone.
Friendship is the only wealth|that I got under his office.
"The new king, since his|own coronation...
...decided to be a different man.
This Henry was such a prudent king,|and such an able polititian...
...that ever did anything|without studying before it...
...the posibilities for|and against.
Being human himself, he left no|offence without punishment...
...nor friendship without reward.
In short, he wast a king|who lived and died...
...leaving a majestic model|a trace of honour...
...and his glorious fame forever."
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