Array ( [TITLE] => The Second Part of Henry the Fourth [PERSONA] => Array ( [TITLE] => Introduction Actors [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => RUMOUR, the Presenter. [1] => KING HENRY, the Fourth. [2] => EARL OF WARWICK [3] => EARL OF WESTMORELAND [4] => EARL OF SURREY [5] => GOWER [6] => HARCOURT [7] => BLUNT [8] => Lord Chief-Justice of the King's Bench [9] => A Servant of the Chief-Justice. [10] => EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND [11] => SCROOP, ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [12] => LORD MOWBRAY [13] => LORD HASTINGS [14] => LORD BARDOLPH [15] => SIR JOHN COLEVILE [16] => SIR JOHN FALSTAFF [17] => His Page. [18] => BARDOLPH [19] => PISTOL [20] => POINS [21] => PETO [22] => DAVY, servant to Shallow. [23] => LADY NORTHUMBERLAND [24] => LADY PERCY [25] => MISTRESS QUICKLY, hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap. [26] => DOLL TEARSHEET [27] => Lords and Attendants; Porter, Drawers, Beadles, Grooms, &c. [28] => A Dancer, speaker of the epilogue. ) [ACTORS] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => PRINCE HENRY OF WALES afterwards KING HENRY V. [1] => THOMAS, DUKE OF, CLARENCE [2] => PRINCE HUMPHREY, OF GLOUCESTER ) [GRPDESCR] => sons of King Henry. ) [1] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => TRAVERS [1] => MORTON ) [GRPDESCR] => retainers of Northumberland. ) [2] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => SHALLOW [1] => SILENCE ) [GRPDESCR] => country justices. ) [3] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => MOULDY [1] => SHADOW [2] => WART [3] => FEEBLE [4] => BULLCALF ) [GRPDESCR] => recruits. ) [4] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => FANG [1] => SNARE ) [GRPDESCR] => sheriff's officers. ) ) ) [SCNDESCR] => SCENE England. [PLAYSUBT] => 2 KING HENRY IV [INDUCT] => Array ( [TITLE] => INDUCTION [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Warkworth. Before the castle [1] => Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tongues [2] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RUMOUR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Open your ears; for which of you will stop [1] => The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks? [2] => I, from the orient to the drooping west, [3] => Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold [4] => The acts commenced on this ball of earth: [5] => Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, [6] => The which in every language I pronounce, [7] => Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. [8] => I speak of peace, while covert enmity [9] => Under the smile of safety wounds the world: [10] => And who but Rumour, who but only I, [11] => Make fearful musters and prepared defence, [12] => Whiles the big year, swoln with some other grief, [13] => Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, [14] => And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe [15] => Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures [16] => And of so easy and so plain a stop [17] => That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, [18] => The still-discordant wavering multitude, [19] => Can play upon it. But what need I thus [20] => My well-known body to anatomize [21] => Among my household? Why is Rumour here? [22] => I run before King Harry's victory; [23] => Who in a bloody field by Shrewsbury [24] => Hath beaten down young Hotspur and his troops, [25] => Quenching the flame of bold rebellion [26] => Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I [27] => To speak so true at first? my office is [28] => To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth fell [29] => Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword, [30] => And that the king before the Douglas' rage [31] => Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death. [32] => This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns [33] => Between that royal field of Shrewsbury [34] => And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, [35] => Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland, [36] => Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on, [37] => And not a man of them brings other news [38] => Than they have learn'd of me: from Rumour's tongues [39] => They bring smooth comforts false, worse than [40] => true wrongs. ) ) ) [ACT] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT I [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. The same. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter LORD BARDOLPH [1] => Enter NORTHUMBERLAND [2] => Exit Porter [3] => Enter TRAVERS [4] => Enter MORTON [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who keeps the gate here, ho? [1] => Where is the earl? ) [STAGEDIR] => The Porter opens the gate ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Porter [LINE] => What shall I say you are? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tell thou the earl [1] => That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Porter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard; [1] => Please it your honour, knock but at the gate, [2] => And he himself wilt answer. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => Here comes the earl. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What news, Lord Bardolph? every minute now [1] => Should be the father of some stratagem: [2] => The times are wild: contention, like a horse [3] => Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose [4] => And bears down all before him. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Noble earl, [1] => I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Good, an God will! ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As good as heart can wish: [1] => The king is almost wounded to the death; [2] => And, in the fortune of my lord your son, [3] => Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts [4] => Kill'd by the hand of Douglas; young Prince John [5] => And Westmoreland and Stafford fled the field; [6] => And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John, [7] => Is prisoner to your son: O, such a day, [8] => So fought, so follow'd and so fairly won, [9] => Came not till now to dignify the times, [10] => Since Caesar's fortunes! ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How is this derived? [1] => Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence, [1] => A gentleman well bred and of good name, [2] => That freely render'd me these news for true. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here comes my servant Travers, whom I sent [1] => On Tuesday last to listen after news. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, I over-rode him on the way; [1] => And he is furnish'd with no certainties [2] => More than he haply may retail from me. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Now, Travers, what good tidings comes with you? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TRAVERS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back [1] => With joyful tidings; and, being better horsed, [2] => Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard [3] => A gentleman, almost forspent with speed, [4] => That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse. [5] => He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him [6] => I did demand what news from Shrewsbury: [7] => He told me that rebellion had bad luck [8] => And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold. [9] => With that, he gave his able horse the head, [10] => And bending forward struck his armed heels [11] => Against the panting sides of his poor jade [12] => Up to the rowel-head, and starting so [13] => He seem'd in running to devour the way, [14] => Staying no longer question. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ha! Again: [1] => Said he young Harry Percy's spur was cold? [2] => Of Hotspur Coldspur? that rebellion [3] => Had met ill luck? ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, I'll tell you what; [1] => If my young lord your son have not the day, [2] => Upon mine honour, for a silken point [3] => I'll give my barony: never talk of it. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why should that gentleman that rode by Travers [1] => Give then such instances of loss? ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who, he? [1] => He was some hilding fellow that had stolen [2] => The horse he rode on, and, upon my life, [3] => Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, [1] => Foretells the nature of a tragic volume: [2] => So looks the strand whereon the imperious flood [3] => Hath left a witness'd usurpation. [4] => Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; [1] => Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask [2] => To fright our party. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How doth my son and brother? [1] => Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek [2] => Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. [3] => Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, [4] => So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, [5] => Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, [6] => And would have told him half his Troy was burnt; [7] => But Priam found the fire ere he his tongue, [8] => And I my Percy's death ere thou report'st it. [9] => This thou wouldst say, 'Your son did thus and thus; [10] => Your brother thus: so fought the noble Douglas:' [11] => Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds: [12] => But in the end, to stop my ear indeed, [13] => Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, [14] => Ending with 'Brother, son, and all are dead.' ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Douglas is living, and your brother, yet; [1] => But, for my lord your son-- ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, he is dead. [1] => See what a ready tongue suspicion hath! [2] => He that but fears the thing he would not know [3] => Hath by instinct knowledge from others' eyes [4] => That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton; [5] => Tell thou an earl his divination lies, [6] => And I will take it as a sweet disgrace [7] => And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are too great to be by me gainsaid: [1] => Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead. [1] => I see a strange confession in thine eye: [2] => Thou shakest thy head and hold'st it fear or sin [3] => To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so; [4] => The tongue offends not that reports his death: [5] => And he doth sin that doth belie the dead, [6] => Not he which says the dead is not alive. [7] => Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news [8] => Hath but a losing office, and his tongue [9] => Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, [10] => Remember'd tolling a departing friend. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am sorry I should force you to believe [1] => That which I would to God I had not seen; [2] => But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, [3] => Rendering faint quittance, wearied and out-breathed, [4] => To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat down [5] => The never-daunted Percy to the earth, [6] => From whence with life he never more sprung up. [7] => In few, his death, whose spirit lent a fire [8] => Even to the dullest peasant in his camp, [9] => Being bruited once, took fire and heat away [10] => From the best temper'd courage in his troops; [11] => For from his metal was his party steel'd; [12] => Which once in him abated, all the rest [13] => Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead: [14] => And as the thing that's heavy in itself, [15] => Upon enforcement flies with greatest speed, [16] => So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss, [17] => Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear [18] => That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim [19] => Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, [20] => Fly from the field. Then was the noble Worcester [21] => Too soon ta'en prisoner; and that furious Scot, [22] => The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword [23] => Had three times slain the appearance of the king, [24] => 'Gan vail his stomach and did grace the shame [25] => Of those that turn'd their backs, and in his flight, [26] => Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all [27] => Is that the king hath won, and hath sent out [28] => A speedy power to encounter you, my lord, [29] => Under the conduct of young Lancaster [30] => And Westmoreland. This is the news at full. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For this I shall have time enough to mourn. [1] => In poison there is physic; and these news, [2] => Having been well, that would have made me sick, [3] => Being sick, have in some measure made me well: [4] => And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, [5] => Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life, [6] => Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire [7] => Out of his keeper's arms, even so my limbs, [8] => Weaken'd with grief, being now enraged with grief, [9] => Are thrice themselves. Hence, therefore, thou nice crutch! [10] => A scaly gauntlet now with joints of steel [11] => Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif! [12] => Thou art a guard too wanton for the head [13] => Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit. [14] => Now bind my brows with iron; and approach [15] => The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring [16] => To frown upon the enraged Northumberland! [17] => Let heaven kiss earth! now let not Nature's hand [18] => Keep the wild flood confined! let order die! [19] => And let this world no longer be a stage [20] => To feed contention in a lingering act; [21] => But let one spirit of the first-born Cain [22] => Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set [23] => On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, [24] => And darkness be the burier of the dead! ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TRAVERS [LINE] => This strained passion doth you wrong, my lord. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your honour. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The lives of all your loving complices [1] => Lean on your health; the which, if you give o'er [2] => To stormy passion, must perforce decay. [3] => You cast the event of war, my noble lord, [4] => And summ'd the account of chance, before you said [5] => 'Let us make head.' It was your presurmise, [6] => That, in the dole of blows, your son might drop: [7] => You knew he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, [8] => More likely to fall in than to get o'er; [9] => You were advised his flesh was capable [10] => Of wounds and scars and that his forward spirit [11] => Would lift him where most trade of danger ranged: [12] => Yet did you say 'Go forth;' and none of this, [13] => Though strongly apprehended, could restrain [14] => The stiff-borne action: what hath then befallen, [15] => Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth, [16] => More than that being which was like to be? ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We all that are engaged to this loss [1] => Knew that we ventured on such dangerous seas [2] => That if we wrought our life 'twas ten to one; [3] => And yet we ventured, for the gain proposed [4] => Choked the respect of likely peril fear'd; [5] => And since we are o'erset, venture again. [6] => Come, we will all put forth, body and goods. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis more than time: and, my most noble lord, [1] => I hear for certain, and do speak the truth, [2] => The gentle Archbishop of York is up [3] => With well-appointed powers: he is a man [4] => Who with a double surety binds his followers. [5] => My lord your son had only but the corpse, [6] => But shadows and the shows of men, to fight; [7] => For that same word, rebellion, did divide [8] => The action of their bodies from their souls; [9] => And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd, [10] => As men drink potions, that their weapons only [11] => Seem'd on our side; but, for their spirits and souls, [12] => This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, [13] => As fish are in a pond. But now the bishop [14] => Turns insurrection to religion: [15] => Supposed sincere and holy in his thoughts, [16] => He's followed both with body and with mind; [17] => And doth enlarge his rising with the blood [18] => Of fair King Richard, scraped from Pomfret stones; [19] => Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause; [20] => Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land, [21] => Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke; [22] => And more and less do flock to follow him. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I knew of this before; but, to speak truth, [1] => This present grief had wiped it from my mind. [2] => Go in with me; and counsel every man [3] => The aptest way for safety and revenge: [4] => Get posts and letters, and make friends with speed: [5] => Never so few, and never yet more need. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. London. A street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter FALSTAFF, with his Page bearing his sword and buckler [1] => Enter the Lord Chief-Justice and Servant [2] => Exeunt Chief-Justice and Servant [3] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my water? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy [1] => water; but, for the party that owed it, he might [2] => have more diseases than he knew for. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: the [1] => brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not [2] => able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more [3] => than I invent or is invented on me: I am not only [4] => witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other [5] => men. I do here walk before thee like a sow that [6] => hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. If the [7] => prince put thee into my service for any other reason [8] => than to set me off, why then I have no judgment. [9] => Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn [10] => in my cap than to wait at my heels. I was never [11] => manned with an agate till now: but I will inset you [12] => neither in gold nor silver, but in vile apparel, and [13] => send you back again to your master, for a jewel,-- [14] => the juvenal, the prince your master, whose chin is [15] => not yet fledged. I will sooner have a beard grow in [16] => the palm of my hand than he shall get one on his [17] => cheek; and yet he will not stick to say his face is [18] => a face-royal: God may finish it when he will, 'tis [19] => not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still at a [20] => face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence [21] => out of it; and yet he'll be crowing as if he had [22] => writ man ever since his father was a bachelor. He [23] => may keep his own grace, but he's almost out of mine, [24] => I can assure him. What said Master Dombledon about [25] => the satin for my short cloak and my slops? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He said, sir, you should procure him better [1] => assurance than Bardolph: he would not take his [2] => band and yours; he liked not the security. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let him be damned, like the glutton! pray God his [1] => tongue be hotter! A whoreson Achitophel! a rascally [2] => yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in hand, [3] => and then stand upon security! The whoreson [4] => smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and [5] => bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is [6] => through with them in honest taking up, then they [7] => must stand upon security. I had as lief they would [8] => put ratsbane in my mouth as offer to stop it with [9] => security. I looked a' should have sent me two and [10] => twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he [11] => sends me security. Well, he may sleep in security; [12] => for he hath the horn of abundance, and the lightness [13] => of his wife shines through it: and yet cannot he [14] => see, though he have his own lanthorn to light him. [15] => Where's Bardolph? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horse. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in [1] => Smithfield: an I could get me but a wife in the [2] => stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the [1] => Prince for striking him about Bardolph. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Wait, close; I will not see him. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => What's he that goes there? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Falstaff, an't please your lordship. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => He that was in question for the robbery? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He, my lord: but he hath since done good service at [1] => Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is now going with some [2] => charge to the Lord John of Lancaster. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => What, to York? Call him back again. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Sir John Falstaff! ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Boy, tell him I am deaf. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => You must speak louder; my master is deaf. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am sure he is, to the hearing of any thing good. [1] => Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must speak with him. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Sir John! ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What! a young knave, and begging! Is there not [1] => wars? is there not employment? doth not the king [2] => lack subjects? do not the rebels need soldiers? [3] => Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it [4] => is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side, [5] => were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell [6] => how to make it. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => You mistake me, sir. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? setting [1] => my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had lied [2] => in my throat, if I had said so. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and our [1] => soldiership aside; and give me leave to tell you, [2] => you lie in your throat, if you say I am any other [3] => than an honest man. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that [1] => which grows to me! if thou gettest any leave of me, [2] => hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert better be [3] => hanged. You hunt counter: hence! avaunt! ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Sir, my lord would speak with you. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My good lord! God give your lordship good time of [1] => day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad: I heard [2] => say your lordship was sick: I hope your lordship [3] => goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, though not [4] => clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in [5] => you, some relish of the saltness of time; and I must [6] => humbly beseech your lordship to have a reverent care [7] => of your health. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to [1] => Shrewsbury. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An't please your lordship, I hear his majesty is [1] => returned with some discomfort from Wales. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I talk not of his majesty: you would not come when [1] => I sent for you. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I hear, moreover, his highness is fallen into [1] => this same whoreson apoplexy. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, God mend him! I pray you, let me speak with [1] => you. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, [1] => an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the [2] => blood, a whoreson tingling. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => What tell you me of it? be it as it is. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It hath its original from much grief, from study and [1] => perturbation of the brain: I have read the cause of [2] => his effects in Galen: it is a kind of deafness. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think you are fallen into the disease; for you [1] => hear not what I say to you. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an't please [1] => you, it is the disease of not listening, the malady [2] => of not marking, that I am troubled withal. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To punish you by the heels would amend the [1] => attention of your ears; and I care not if I do [2] => become your physician. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient: [1] => your lordship may minister the potion of [2] => imprisonment to me in respect of poverty; but how [3] => should I be your patient to follow your [4] => prescriptions, the wise may make some dram of a [5] => scruple, or indeed a scruple itself. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I sent for you, when there were matters against you [1] => for your life, to come speak with me. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As I was then advised by my learned counsel in the [1] => laws of this land-service, I did not come. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infamy. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => He that buckles him in my belt cannot live in less. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Your means are very slender, and your waste is great. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would it were otherwise; I would my means were [1] => greater, and my waist slenderer. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => You have misled the youthful prince. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The young prince hath misled me: I am the fellow [1] => with the great belly, and he my dog. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, I am loath to gall a new-healed wound: your [1] => day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded [2] => over your night's exploit on Gad's-hill: you may [3] => thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'er-posting [4] => that action. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => My lord? ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a [1] => sleeping wolf. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What! you are as a candle, the better part burnt [1] => out. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A wassail candle, my lord, all tallow: if I did say [1] => of wax, my growth would approve the truth. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is not a white hair on your face but should [1] => have his effect of gravity. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy. ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You follow the young prince up and down, like his [1] => ill angel. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light; but I hope [1] => he that looks upon me will take me without weighing: [2] => and yet, in some respects, I grant, I cannot go: I [3] => cannot tell. Virtue is of so little regard in these [4] => costermonger times that true valour is turned [5] => bear-herd: pregnancy is made a tapster, and hath [6] => his quick wit wasted in giving reckonings: all the [7] => other gifts appertinent to man, as the malice of [8] => this age shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry. [9] => You that are old consider not the capacities of us [10] => that are young; you do measure the heat of our [11] => livers with the bitterness of your galls: and we [12] => that are in the vaward of our youth, I must confess, [13] => are wags too. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, [1] => that are written down old with all the characters of [2] => age? Have you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a [3] => yellow cheek? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an [4] => increasing belly? is not your voice broken? your [5] => wind short? your chin double? your wit single? and [6] => every part about you blasted with antiquity? and [7] => will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John! ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the [1] => afternoon, with a white head and something a round [2] => belly. For my voice, I have lost it with halloing [3] => and singing of anthems. To approve my youth [4] => further, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in [5] => judgment and understanding; and he that will caper [6] => with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the [7] => money, and have at him! For the box of the ear that [8] => the prince gave you, he gave it like a rude prince, [9] => and you took it like a sensible lord. I have [10] => chequed him for it, and the young lion repents; [11] => marry, not in ashes and sackcloth, but in new silk [12] => and old sack. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Well, God send the prince a better companion! ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God send the companion a better prince! I cannot [1] => rid my hands of him. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, the king hath severed you and Prince Harry: I [1] => hear you are going with Lord John of Lancaster [2] => against the Archbishop and the Earl of [3] => Northumberland. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But look [1] => you pray, all you that kiss my lady Peace at home, [2] => that our armies join not in a hot day; for, by the [3] => Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean [4] => not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, [5] => and I brandish any thing but a bottle, I would I [6] => might never spit white again. There is not a [7] => dangerous action can peep out his head but I am [8] => thrust upon it: well, I cannot last ever: but it [9] => was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if [10] => they have a good thing, to make it too common. If [11] => ye will needs say I am an old man, you should give [12] => me rest. I would to God my name were not so [13] => terrible to the enemy as it is: I were better to be [14] => eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to [15] => nothing with perpetual motion. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, be honest, be honest; and God bless your [1] => expedition! ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to [1] => furnish me forth? ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient to [1] => bear crosses. Fare you well: commend me to my [2] => cousin Westmoreland. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. A man [1] => can no more separate age and covetousness than a' [2] => can part young limbs and lechery: but the gout [3] => galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; and [4] => so both the degrees prevent my curses. Boy! ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => Sir? ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => What money is in my purse? ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => Seven groats and two pence. ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I can get no remedy against this consumption of the [1] => purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, [2] => but the disease is incurable. Go bear this letter [3] => to my Lord of Lancaster; this to the prince; this [4] => to the Earl of Westmoreland; and this to old [5] => Mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry [6] => since I perceived the first white hair on my chin. [7] => About it: you know where to find me. [8] => A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for [9] => the one or the other plays the rogue with my great [10] => toe. 'Tis no matter if I do halt; I have the wars [11] => for my colour, and my pension shall seem the more [12] => reasonable. A good wit will make use of any thing: [13] => I will turn diseases to commodity. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Page ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. York. The Archbishop's palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, the Lords HASTINGS, MOWBRAY, and BARDOLPH [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus have you heard our cause and known our means; [1] => And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, [2] => Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes: [3] => And first, lord marshal, what say you to it? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I well allow the occasion of our arms; [1] => But gladly would be better satisfied [2] => How in our means we should advance ourselves [3] => To look with forehead bold and big enough [4] => Upon the power and puissance of the king. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HASTINGS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our present musters grow upon the file [1] => To five and twenty thousand men of choice; [2] => And our supplies live largely in the hope [3] => Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns [4] => With an incensed fire of injuries. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The question then, Lord Hastings, standeth thus; [1] => Whether our present five and twenty thousand [2] => May hold up head without Northumberland? ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HASTINGS [LINE] => With him, we may. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, marry, there's the point: [1] => But if without him we be thought too feeble, [2] => My judgment is, we should not step too far [3] => Till we had his assistance by the hand; [4] => For in a theme so bloody-faced as this [5] => Conjecture, expectation, and surmise [6] => Of aids incertain should not be admitted. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis very true, Lord Bardolph; for indeed [1] => It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It was, my lord; who lined himself with hope, [1] => Eating the air on promise of supply, [2] => Flattering himself in project of a power [3] => Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts: [4] => And so, with great imagination [5] => Proper to madmen, led his powers to death [6] => And winking leap'd into destruction. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HASTINGS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt [1] => To lay down likelihoods and forms of hope. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, if this present quality of war, [1] => Indeed the instant action: a cause on foot [2] => Lives so in hope as in an early spring [3] => We see the appearing buds; which to prove fruit, [4] => Hope gives not so much warrant as despair [5] => That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build, [6] => We first survey the plot, then draw the model; [7] => And when we see the figure of the house, [8] => Then must we rate the cost of the erection; [9] => Which if we find outweighs ability, [10] => What do we then but draw anew the model [11] => In fewer offices, or at last desist [12] => To build at all? Much more, in this great work, [13] => Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down [14] => And set another up, should we survey [15] => The plot of situation and the model, [16] => Consent upon a sure foundation, [17] => Question surveyors, know our own estate, [18] => How able such a work to undergo, [19] => To weigh against his opposite; or else [20] => We fortify in paper and in figures, [21] => Using the names of men instead of men: [22] => Like one that draws the model of a house [23] => Beyond his power to build it; who, half through, [24] => Gives o'er and leaves his part-created cost [25] => A naked subject to the weeping clouds [26] => And waste for churlish winter's tyranny. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HASTINGS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Grant that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth, [1] => Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd [2] => The utmost man of expectation, [3] => I think we are a body strong enough, [4] => Even as we are, to equal with the king. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => What, is the king but five and twenty thousand? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HASTINGS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To us no more; nay, not so much, Lord Bardolph. [1] => For his divisions, as the times do brawl, [2] => Are in three heads: one power against the French, [3] => And one against Glendower; perforce a third [4] => Must take up us: so is the unfirm king [5] => In three divided; and his coffers sound [6] => With hollow poverty and emptiness. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That he should draw his several strengths together [1] => And come against us in full puissance, [2] => Need not be dreaded. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HASTINGS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If he should do so, [1] => He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh [2] => Baying him at the heels: never fear that. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LORD BARDOLPH [LINE] => Who is it like should lead his forces hither? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HASTINGS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The Duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland; [1] => Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth: [2] => But who is substituted 'gainst the French, [3] => I have no certain notice. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let us on, [1] => And publish the occasion of our arms. [2] => The commonwealth is sick of their own choice; [3] => Their over-greedy love hath surfeited: [4] => An habitation giddy and unsure [5] => Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. [6] => O thou fond many, with what loud applause [7] => Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke, [8] => Before he was what thou wouldst have him be! [9] => And being now trimm'd in thine own desires, [10] => Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him, [11] => That thou provokest thyself to cast him up. [12] => So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge [13] => Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard; [14] => And now thou wouldst eat thy dead vomit up, [15] => And howl'st to find it. What trust is in [16] => these times? [17] => They that, when Richard lived, would have him die, [18] => Are now become enamour'd on his grave: [19] => Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head [20] => When through proud London he came sighing on [21] => After the admired heels of Bolingbroke, [22] => Criest now 'O earth, yield us that king again, [23] => And take thou this!' O thoughts of men accursed! [24] => Past and to come seems best; things present worst. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => Shall we go draw our numbers and set on? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HASTINGS [LINE] => We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone. ) ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT II [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. London. A street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY, FANG and his Boy with her, and SNARE following. [1] => [Enter FALSTAFF, Page, and BARDOLPH] [2] => Enter the Lord Chief-Justice, and his men [3] => Enter GOWER [4] => Exeunt MISTRESS QUICKLY, BARDOLPH, Officers and Boy [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Master Fang, have you entered the action? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FANG [LINE] => It is entered. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where's your yeoman? Is't a lusty yeoman? [1] => Will a' stand to 't? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FANG [LINE] => Sirrah, where's Snare? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => O Lord, ay! good Master Snare. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SNARE [LINE] => Here, here. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FANG [LINE] => Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, good Master Snare; I have entered him [1] => and all. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SNARE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It may chance cost some of us our lives, for [1] => he will stab. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabbed [1] => me in mine own house, and that most beastly: in good faith, he [2] => cares not what mischief he does. If his weapon be [3] => out: he will foin like any devil; he will spare neither [4] => man, woman, nor child. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FANG [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If I can close with him, I care not for his [1] => thrust. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => No, nor I neither: I'll be at your elbow. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FANG [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An I but fist him once; an a' come but [1] => within my vice,-- ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am undone by his going; I warrant you, [1] => he's an infinitive thing upon my score. Good Master [2] => Fang, hold him sure: good Master Snare, let him [3] => not 'scape. A' comes continuantly to Pie-corner [4] => --saving your manhoods--to buy a saddle; and he is [5] => indited to dinner to the Lubber's-head in Lumbert [6] => street, to Master Smooth's the silkman: I pray ye, [7] => since my exion is entered and my case so openly [8] => known to the world, let him be brought in to his [9] => answer. A hundred mark is a long one for a poor lone [10] => woman to bear: and I have borne, and borne, and [11] => borne, and have been fubbed off, and fubbed off, and [12] => fubbed off, from this day to that day, that it is a [13] => shame to be thought on. There is no honesty in such [14] => dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass and a [15] => beast, to bear every knave's wrong. [16] => Yonder he comes; and that errant malmsey-nose knave, [17] => Bardolph, with him. Do your offices, do your [18] => offices: Master Fang and Master Snare, do me, do me, [19] => do me your offices. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => How now! whose mare's dead? what's the matter? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FANG [LINE] => Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mistress Quickly. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away, varlets! Draw, Bardolph: cut me off the [1] => villain's head: throw the quean in the channel. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Throw me in the channel! I'll throw thee in the [1] => channel. Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly [2] => rogue! Murder, murder! Ah, thou honeysuckle [3] => villain! wilt thou kill God's officers and the [4] => king's? Ah, thou honey-seed rogue! thou art a [5] => honey-seed, a man-queller, and a woman-queller. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Keep them off, Bardolph. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FANG [LINE] => A rescue! a rescue! ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou wo't, wo't [1] => thou? Thou wo't, wo't ta? do, do, thou rogue! do, [2] => thou hemp-seed! ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away, you scullion! you rampallion! You [1] => fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => What is the matter? keep the peace here, ho! ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, stand to me. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How now, Sir John! what are you brawling here? [1] => Doth this become your place, your time and business? [2] => You should have been well on your way to York. [3] => Stand from him, fellow: wherefore hang'st upon him? ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O most worshipful lord, an't please your grace, I am [1] => a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => For what sum? ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all, [1] => all I have. He hath eaten me out of house and home; [2] => he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of [3] => his: but I will have some of it out again, or I [4] => will ride thee o' nights like the mare. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think I am as like to ride the mare, if I have [1] => any vantage of ground to get up. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How comes this, Sir John? Fie! what man of good [1] => temper would endure this tempest of exclamation? [2] => Are you not ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so [3] => rough a course to come by her own? ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => What is the gross sum that I owe thee? ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself and the [1] => money too. Thou didst swear to me upon a [2] => parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, [3] => at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon [4] => Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the prince broke [5] => thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of [6] => Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was [7] => washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady [8] => thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife [9] => Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me [10] => gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of [11] => vinegar; telling us she had a good dish of prawns; [12] => whereby thou didst desire to eat some; whereby I [13] => told thee they were ill for a green wound? And [14] => didst thou not, when she was gone down stairs, [15] => desire me to be no more so familiarity with such [16] => poor people; saying that ere long they should call [17] => me madam? And didst thou not kiss me and bid me [18] => fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy [19] => book-oath: deny it, if thou canst. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she says up [1] => and down the town that the eldest son is like you: [2] => she hath been in good case, and the truth is, [3] => poverty hath distracted her. But for these foolish [4] => officers, I beseech you I may have redress against them. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your [1] => manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. It [2] => is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words [3] => that come with such more than impudent sauciness [4] => from you, can thrust me from a level consideration: [5] => you have, as it appears to me, practised upon the [6] => easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made her [7] => serve your uses both in purse and in person. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Yea, in truth, my lord. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray thee, peace. Pay her the debt you owe her, and [1] => unpay the villany you have done her: the one you [2] => may do with sterling money, and the other with [3] => current repentance. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without [1] => reply. You call honourable boldness impudent [2] => sauciness: if a man will make courtesy and say [3] => nothing, he is virtuous: no, my lord, my humble [4] => duty remembered, I will not be your suitor. I say [5] => to you, I do desire deliverance from these officers, [6] => being upon hasty employment in the king's affairs. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You speak as having power to do wrong: but answer [1] => in the effect of your reputation, and satisfy this [2] => poor woman. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Come hither, hostess. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Now, Master Gower, what news? ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king, my lord, and Harry Prince of Wales [1] => Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => As I am a gentleman. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Faith, you said so before. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => As I am a gentleman. Come, no more words of it. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must be fain [1] => to pawn both my plate and the tapestry of my [2] => dining-chambers. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Glasses, glasses is the only drinking: and for thy [1] => walls, a pretty slight drollery, or the story of [2] => the Prodigal, or the German hunting in water-work, [3] => is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings and these [4] => fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, if thou [5] => canst. Come, an 'twere not for thy humours, there's [6] => not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face, [7] => and draw the action. Come, thou must not be in [8] => this humour with me; dost not know me? come, come, I [9] => know thou wast set on to this. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles: i' [1] => faith, I am loath to pawn my plate, so God save me, [2] => la! ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let it alone; I'll make other shift: you'll be a [1] => fool still. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown. I [1] => hope you'll come to supper. You'll pay me all together? ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Will I live? [1] => Go, with her, with her; hook on, hook on. ) [STAGEDIR] => To BARDOLPH ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Will you have Doll Tearsheet meet you at supper? ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => No more words; let's have her. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => I have heard better news. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => What's the news, my lord? ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Where lay the king last night? ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => At Basingstoke, my lord. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => I hope, my lord, all's well: what is the news, my lord? ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Come all his forces back? ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse, [1] => Are marched up to my lord of Lancaster, [2] => Against Northumberland and the Archbishop. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Comes the king back from Wales, my noble lord? ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You shall have letters of me presently: [1] => Come, go along with me, good Master Gower. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => My lord! ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => What's the matter? ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner? ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GOWER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I must wait upon my good lord here; I thank you, [1] => good Sir John. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to [1] => take soldiers up in counties as you go. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Will you sup with me, Master Gower? ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John? ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool [1] => that taught them me. This is the right fencing [2] => grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so part fair. ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a great fool. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. London. Another street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS [1] => Enter BARDOLPH and Page [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Before God, I am exceeding weary. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is't come to that? I had thought weariness durst not [1] => have attached one of so high blood. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Faith, it does me; though it discolours the [1] => complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth [2] => it not show vilely in me to desire small beer? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied as [1] => to remember so weak a composition. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Belike then my appetite was not princely got; for, [1] => by my troth, I do now remember the poor creature, [2] => small beer. But, indeed, these humble [3] => considerations make me out of love with my [4] => greatness. What a disgrace is it to me to remember [5] => thy name! or to know thy face to-morrow! or to [6] => take note how many pair of silk stockings thou [7] => hast, viz. these, and those that were thy [8] => peach-coloured ones! or to bear the inventory of thy [9] => shirts, as, one for superfluity, and another for [10] => use! But that the tennis-court-keeper knows better [11] => than I; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee when [12] => thou keepest not racket there; as thou hast not done [13] => a great while, because the rest of thy low [14] => countries have made a shift to eat up thy holland: [15] => and God knows, whether those that bawl out the ruins [16] => of thy linen shall inherit his kingdom: but the [17] => midwives say the children are not in the fault; [18] => whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are [19] => mightily strengthened. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How ill it follows, after you have laboured so hard, [1] => you should talk so idly! Tell me, how many good [2] => young princes would do so, their fathers being so [3] => sick as yours at this time is? ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Yes, faith; and let it be an excellent good thing. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go to; I stand the push of your one thing that you [1] => will tell. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, I tell thee, it is not meet that I should be [1] => sad, now my father is sick: albeit I could tell [2] => thee, as to one it pleases me, for fault of a [3] => better, to call my friend, I could be sad, and sad [4] => indeed too. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Very hardly upon such a subject. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By this hand thou thinkest me as far in the devil's [1] => book as thou and Falstaff for obduracy and [2] => persistency: let the end try the man. But I tell [3] => thee, my heart bleeds inwardly that my father is so [4] => sick: and keeping such vile company as thou art [5] => hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => The reason? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => What wouldst thou think of me, if I should weep? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => I would think thee a most princely hypocrite. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It would be every man's thought; and thou art a [1] => blessed fellow to think as every man thinks: never [2] => a man's thought in the world keeps the road-way [3] => better than thine: every man would think me an [4] => hypocrite indeed. And what accites your most [5] => worshipful thought to think so? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, because you have been so lewd and so much [1] => engraffed to Falstaff. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => And to thee. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By this light, I am well spoke on; I can hear it [1] => with my own ears: the worst that they can say of [2] => me is that I am a second brother and that I am a [3] => proper fellow of my hands; and those two things, I [4] => confess, I cannot help. By the mass, here comes Bardolph. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And the boy that I gave Falstaff: a' had him from [1] => me Christian; and look, if the fat villain have not [2] => transformed him ape. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => God save your grace! ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => And yours, most noble Bardolph! ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, you virtuous ass, you bashful fool, must you [1] => be blushing? wherefore blush you now? What a [2] => maidenly man-at-arms are you become! Is't such a [3] => matter to get a pottle-pot's maidenhead? ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A' calls me e'en now, my lord, through a red [1] => lattice, and I could discern no part of his face [2] => from the window: at last I spied his eyes, and [3] => methought he had made two holes in the ale-wife's [4] => new petticoat and so peeped through. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Has not the boy profited? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away! ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => Away, you rascally Althaea's dream, away! ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Instruct us, boy; what dream, boy? ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, my lord, Althaea dreamed she was delivered [1] => of a fire-brand; and therefore I call him her dream. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A crown's worth of good interpretation: there 'tis, [1] => boy. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, that this good blossom could be kept from [1] => cankers! Well, there is sixpence to preserve thee. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An you do not make him hanged among you, the [1] => gallows shall have wrong. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => And how doth thy master, Bardolph? ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, my lord. He heard of your grace's coming to [1] => town: there's a letter for you. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Delivered with good respect. And how doth the [1] => martlemas, your master? ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => In bodily health, sir. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, the immortal part needs a physician; but [1] => that moves not him: though that be sick, it dies [2] => not. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do allow this wen to be as familiar with me as my [1] => dog; and he holds his place; for look you how be writes. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => know that, as oft as he has occasion to name [2] => himself: even like those that are kin to the king; [3] => for they never prick their finger but they say, [4] => 'There's some of the king's blood spilt.' 'How [5] => comes that?' says he, that takes upon him not to [6] => conceive. The answer is as ready as a borrower's [7] => cap, 'I am the king's poor cousin, sir.' ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it [1] => from Japhet. But to the letter. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => the king, nearest his father, Harry Prince of [2] => Wales, greeting.' Why, this is a certificate. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Peace! ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => brevity:' he sure means brevity in breath, [2] => short-winded. 'I commend me to thee, I commend [3] => thee, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with [4] => Poins; for he misuses thy favours so much, that he [5] => swears thou art to marry his sister Nell. Repent [6] => at idle times as thou mayest; and so, farewell. [7] => Thine, by yea and no, which is as much as to [8] => say, as thou usest him, JACK FALSTAFF with my [9] => familiars, JOHN with my brothers and sisters, [10] => and SIR JOHN with all Europe.' [11] => My lord, I'll steep this letter in sack and make him eat it. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That's to make him eat twenty of his words. But do [1] => you use me thus, Ned? must I marry your sister? ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => God send the wench no worse fortune! But I never said so. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the [1] => spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. [2] => Is your master here in London? ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Yea, my lord. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Where sups he? doth the old boar feed in the old frank? ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => At the old place, my lord, in Eastcheap. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => What company? ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => Ephesians, my lord, of the old church. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Sup any women with him? ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => Array ( [0] => None, my lord, but old Mistress Quickly and [1] => Mistress Doll Tearsheet. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => What pagan may that be? ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kinswoman of my master's. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Even such kin as the parish heifers are to the town [1] => bull. Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper? ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => I am your shadow, my lord; I'll follow you. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your [1] => master that I am yet come to town: there's for [2] => your silence. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => I have no tongue, sir. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => And for mine, sir, I will govern it. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fare you well; go. [1] => This Doll Tearsheet should be some road. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt BARDOLPH and Page ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I warrant you, as common as the way between Saint [1] => Alban's and London. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How might we see Falstaff bestow himself to-night [1] => in his true colours, and not ourselves be seen? ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Put on two leathern jerkins and aprons, and wait [1] => upon him at his table as drawers. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => From a God to a bull? a heavy decension! it was [1] => Jove's case. From a prince to a prentice? a low [2] => transformation! that shall be mine; for in every [3] => thing the purpose must weigh with the folly. [4] => Follow me, Ned. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Warkworth. Before the castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, LADY NORTHUMBERLAND, and LADY PERCY [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle daughter, [1] => Give even way unto my rough affairs: [2] => Put not you on the visage of the times [3] => And be like them to Percy troublesome. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have given over, I will speak no more: [1] => Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn; [1] => And, but my going, nothing can redeem it. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars! [1] => The time was, father, that you broke your word, [2] => When you were more endeared to it than now; [3] => When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry, [4] => Threw many a northward look to see his father [5] => Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain. [6] => Who then persuaded you to stay at home? [7] => There were two honours lost, yours and your son's. [8] => For yours, the God of heaven brighten it! [9] => For his, it stuck upon him as the sun [10] => In the grey vault of heaven, and by his light [11] => Did all the chivalry of England move [12] => To do brave acts: he was indeed the glass [13] => Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves: [14] => He had no legs that practised not his gait; [15] => And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish, [16] => Became the accents of the valiant; [17] => For those that could speak low and tardily [18] => Would turn their own perfection to abuse, [19] => To seem like him: so that in speech, in gait, [20] => In diet, in affections of delight, [21] => In military rules, humours of blood, [22] => He was the mark and glass, copy and book, [23] => That fashion'd others. And him, O wondrous him! [24] => O miracle of men! him did you leave, [25] => Second to none, unseconded by you, [26] => To look upon the hideous god of war [27] => In disadvantage; to abide a field [28] => Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name [29] => Did seem defensible: so you left him. [30] => Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong [31] => To hold your honour more precise and nice [32] => With others than with him! let them alone: [33] => The marshal and the archbishop are strong: [34] => Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers, [35] => To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck, [36] => Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Beshrew your heart, [1] => Fair daughter, you do draw my spirits from me [2] => With new lamenting ancient oversights. [3] => But I must go and meet with danger there, [4] => Or it will seek me in another place [5] => And find me worse provided. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, fly to Scotland, [1] => Till that the nobles and the armed commons [2] => Have of their puissance made a little taste. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY PERCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If they get ground and vantage of the king, [1] => Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, [2] => To make strength stronger; but, for all our loves, [3] => First let them try themselves. So did your son; [4] => He was so suffer'd: so came I a widow; [5] => And never shall have length of life enough [6] => To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes, [7] => That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven, [8] => For recordation to my noble husband. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NORTHUMBERLAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, come, go in with me. 'Tis with my mind [1] => As with the tide swell'd up unto his height, [2] => That makes a still-stand, running neither way: [3] => Fain would I go to meet the archbishop, [4] => But many thousand reasons hold me back. [5] => I will resolve for Scotland: there am I, [6] => Till time and vantage crave my company. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. London. The Boar's-head Tavern in Eastcheap. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter two Drawers [1] => Exit [2] => Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET [3] => Enter FALSTAFF [4] => Re-enter First Drawer [5] => Exit First Drawer [6] => Enter PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and Page [7] => Drawing, and driving PISTOL out [8] => Exeunt PISTOL and BARDOLPH [9] => Re-enter BARDOLPH [10] => Enter Music [11] => Enter, behind, PRINCE HENRY and POINS, disguised [12] => Coming forward [13] => Knocking within [14] => Enter PETO [15] => Exeunt PRINCE HENRY, POINS, PETO and BARDOLPH [16] => Exeunt FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH [17] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Drawer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What the devil hast thou brought there? apple-johns? [1] => thou knowest Sir John cannot endure an apple-john. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Drawer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mass, thou sayest true. The prince once set a dish [1] => of apple-johns before him, and told him there were [2] => five more Sir Johns, and, putting off his hat, said [3] => 'I will now take my leave of these six dry, round, [4] => old, withered knights.' It angered him to the [5] => heart: but he hath forgot that. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Drawer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, then, cover, and set them down: and see if [1] => thou canst find out Sneak's noise; Mistress [2] => Tearsheet would fain hear some music. Dispatch: the [3] => room where they supped is too hot; they'll come in straight. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Drawer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sirrah, here will be the prince and Master Poins [1] => anon; and they will put on two of our jerkins and [2] => aprons; and Sir John must not know of it: Bardolph [3] => hath brought word. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Drawer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By the mass, here will be old Utis: it will be an [1] => excellent stratagem. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Drawer [LINE] => I'll see if I can find out Sneak. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I' faith, sweetheart, methinks now you are in an [1] => excellent good temperality: your pulsidge beats as [2] => extraordinarily as heart would desire; and your [3] => colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose, in good [4] => truth, la! But, i' faith, you have drunk too much [5] => canaries; and that's a marvellous searching wine, [6] => and it perfumes the blood ere one can say 'What's [7] => this?' How do you now? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Better than I was: hem! ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, that's well said; a good heart's worth gold. [1] => Lo, here comes Sir John. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Singing ) [1] => --Empty the jordan. [2] => --'And was a worthy king.' How now, Mistress Doll! ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exit First Drawer [1] => Singing ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Sick of a calm; yea, good faith. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => So is all her sect; an they be once in a calm, they are sick. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => You make fat rascals, Mistress Doll. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I make them! gluttony and diseases make them; I [1] => make them not. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to [1] => make the diseases, Doll: we catch of you, Doll, we [2] => catch of you; grant that, my poor virtue grant that. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Yea, joy, our chains and our jewels. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Your broaches, pearls, and ouches:' for to serve [1] => bravely is to come halting off, you know: to come [2] => off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to [3] => surgery bravely; to venture upon the charged [4] => chambers bravely,-- ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself! ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two never [1] => meet but you fall to some discord: you are both, [2] => i' good truth, as rheumatic as two dry toasts; you [3] => cannot one bear with another's confirmities. What [4] => the good-year! one must bear, and that must be [5] => you: you are the weaker vessel, as they say, the [6] => emptier vessel. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full [1] => hogshead? there's a whole merchant's venture of [2] => Bourdeaux stuff in him; you have not seen a hulk [3] => better stuffed in the hold. Come, I'll be friends [4] => with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars; and [5] => whether I shall ever see thee again or no, there is [6] => nobody cares. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Drawer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, Ancient Pistol's below, and would speak with [1] => you. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hang him, swaggering rascal! let him not come [1] => hither: it is the foul-mouthed'st rogue in England. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If he swagger, let him not come here: no, by my [1] => faith; I must live among my neighbours: I'll no [2] => swaggerers: I am in good name and fame with the [3] => very best: shut the door; there comes no swaggerers [4] => here: I have not lived all this while, to have [5] => swaggering now: shut the door, I pray you. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Dost thou hear, hostess? ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray ye, pacify yourself, Sir John: there comes no [1] => swaggerers here. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Dost thou hear? it is mine ancient. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tilly-fally, Sir John, ne'er tell me: your ancient [1] => swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before Master [2] => Tisick, the debuty, t'other day; and, as he said to [3] => me, 'twas no longer ago than Wednesday last, 'I' [4] => good faith, neighbour Quickly,' says he; Master [5] => Dumbe, our minister, was by then; 'neighbour [6] => Quickly,' says he, 'receive those that are civil; [7] => for,' said he, 'you are in an ill name:' now a' [8] => said so, I can tell whereupon; 'for,' says he, 'you [9] => are an honest woman, and well thought on; therefore [10] => take heed what guests you receive: receive,' says [11] => he, 'no swaggering companions.' There comes none [12] => here: you would bless you to hear what he said: [13] => no, I'll no swaggerers. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He's no swaggerer, hostess; a tame cheater, i' [1] => faith; you may stroke him as gently as a puppy [2] => greyhound: he'll not swagger with a Barbary hen, if [3] => her feathers turn back in any show of resistance. [4] => Call him up, drawer. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man my [1] => house, nor no cheater: but I do not love [2] => swaggering, by my troth; I am the worse, when one [3] => says swagger: feel, masters, how I shake; look you, [4] => I warrant you. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => So you do, hostess. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere an aspen [1] => leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => God save you, Sir John! ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge [1] => you with a cup of sack: do you discharge upon mine hostess. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She is Pistol-proof, sir; you shall hardly offend [1] => her. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, I'll drink no proofs nor no bullets: I'll [1] => drink no more than will do me good, for no man's [2] => pleasure, I. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Then to you, Mistress Dorothy; I will charge you. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What! [1] => you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen [2] => mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! I am meat for [3] => your master. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => I know you, Mistress Dorothy. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! [1] => by this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy [2] => chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, [3] => you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale [4] => juggler, you! Since when, I pray you, sir? God's [5] => light, with two points on your shoulder? much! ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => God let me not live, but I will murder your ruff for this. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No more, Pistol; I would not have you go off here: [1] => discharge yourself of our company, Pistol. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => No, Good Captain Pistol; not here, sweet captain. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Captain! thou abominable damned cheater, art thou [1] => not ashamed to be called captain? An captains were [2] => of my mind, they would truncheon you out, for [3] => taking their names upon you before you have earned [4] => them. You a captain! you slave, for what? for [5] => tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house? He a [6] => captain! hang him, rogue! he lives upon mouldy [7] => stewed prunes and dried cakes. A captain! God's [8] => light, these villains will make the word as odious [9] => as the word 'occupy;' which was an excellent good [10] => word before it was ill sorted: therefore captains [11] => had need look to 't. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Pray thee, go down, good ancient. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Hark thee hither, Mistress Doll. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not I I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could [1] => tear her: I'll be revenged of her. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => Pray thee, go down. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll see her damned first; to Pluto's damned lake, [1] => by this hand, to the infernal deep, with Erebus and [2] => tortures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I. [3] => Down, down, dogs! down, faitors! Have we not [4] => Hiren here? ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good Captain Peesel, be quiet; 'tis very late, i' [1] => faith: I beseek you now, aggravate your choler. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => These be good humours, indeed! Shall pack-horses [1] => And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia, [2] => Which cannot go but thirty mile a-day, [3] => Compare with Caesars, and with Cannibals, [4] => And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them with [5] => King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar. [6] => Shall we fall foul for toys? ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => By my troth, captain, these are very bitter words. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Be gone, good ancient: this will grow to abrawl anon. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Die men like dogs! give crowns like pins! Have we [1] => not Heren here? ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O' my word, captain, there's none such here. What [1] => the good-year! do you think I would deny her? For [2] => God's sake, be quiet. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis. [1] => Come, give's some sack. [2] => 'Si fortune me tormente, sperato me contento.' [3] => Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire: [4] => Give me some sack: and, sweetheart, lie thou there. [5] => Come we to full points here; and are etceteras nothing? ) [STAGEDIR] => Laying down his sword ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Pistol, I would be quiet. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf: what! we have seen [1] => the seven stars. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For God's sake, thrust him down stairs: I cannot [1] => endure such a fustian rascal. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Thrust him down stairs! know we not Galloway nags? ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groat [1] => shilling: nay, an a' do nothing but speak nothing, [2] => a' shall be nothing here. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Come, get you down stairs. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What! shall we have incision? shall we imbrue? [1] => Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days! [2] => Why, then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds [3] => Untwine the Sisters Three! Come, Atropos, I say! ) [STAGEDIR] => Snatching up his sword ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Here's goodly stuff toward! ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Give me my rapier, boy. ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw. ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Get you down stairs. ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear keeping [1] => house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and frights. [2] => So; murder, I warrant now. Alas, alas! put up [3] => your naked weapons, put up your naked weapons. ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal's gone. [1] => Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, you! ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He you not hurt i' the groin? methought a' made a [1] => shrewd thrust at your belly. ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Have you turned him out o' doors? ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, sir. The rascal's drunk: you have hurt him, [1] => sir, i' the shoulder. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => A rascal! to brave me! ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! alas, poor ape, [1] => how thou sweatest! come, let me wipe thy face; [2] => come on, you whoreson chops: ah, rogue! i'faith, I [3] => love thee: thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy, [4] => worth five of Agamemnon, and ten times better than [5] => the Nine Worthies: ah, villain! ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket. ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do, an thou darest for thy heart: an thou dost, [1] => I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets. ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Page [LINE] => The music is come, sir. ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let them play. Play, sirs. Sit on my knee, Doll. [1] => A rascal bragging slave! the rogue fled from me [2] => like quicksilver. ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I' faith, and thou followedst him like a church. [1] => Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig, [2] => when wilt thou leave fighting o' days and foining [3] => o' nights, and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven? ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a death's-head; [1] => do not bid me remember mine end. ) ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Sirrah, what humour's the prince of? ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A good shallow young fellow: a' would have made a [1] => good pantler, a' would ha' chipp'd bread well. ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => They say Poins has a good wit. ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He a good wit? hang him, baboon! his wit's as thick [1] => as Tewksbury mustard; there's no more conceit in him [2] => than is in a mallet. ) ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Why does the prince love him so, then? ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Because their legs are both of a bigness, and a' [1] => plays at quoits well, and eats conger and fennel, [2] => and drinks off candles' ends for flap-dragons, and [3] => rides the wild-mare with the boys, and jumps upon [4] => joined-stools, and swears with a good grace, and [5] => wears his boots very smooth, like unto the sign of [6] => the leg, and breeds no bate with telling of discreet [7] => stories; and such other gambol faculties a' has, [8] => that show a weak mind and an able body, for the [9] => which the prince admits him: for the prince himself [10] => is such another; the weight of a hair will turn the [11] => scales between their avoirdupois. ) ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Would not this nave of a wheel have his ears cut off? ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Let's beat him before his whore. ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Look, whether the withered elder hath not his poll [1] => clawed like a parrot. ) ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is it not strange that desire should so many years [1] => outlive performance? ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Kiss me, Doll. ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction! what [1] => says the almanac to that? ) ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And look, whether the fiery Trigon, his man, be not [1] => lisping to his master's old tables, his note-book, [2] => his counsel-keeper. ) ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Thou dost give me flattering busses. ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => By my troth, I kiss thee with a most constant heart. ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => I am old, I am old. ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young [1] => boy of them all. ) ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receive [1] => money o' Thursday: shalt have a cap to-morrow. A [2] => merry song, come: it grows late; we'll to bed. [3] => Thou'lt forget me when I am gone. ) ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my troth, thou'lt set me a-weeping, an thou [1] => sayest so: prove that ever I dress myself handsome [2] => till thy return: well, harken at the end. ) ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Some sack, Francis. ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => PRINCE HENRY [1] => POINS ) [LINE] => Anon, anon, sir. ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ha! a bastard son of the king's? And art not thou [1] => Poins his brother? ) ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, thou globe of sinful continents! what a life [1] => dost thou lead! ) ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => A better than thou: I am a gentleman; thou art a drawer. ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Very true, sir; and I come to draw you out by the ears. ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, the Lord preserve thy good grace! by my troth, [1] => welcome to London. Now, the Lord bless that sweet [2] => face of thine! O, Jesu, are you come from Wales? ) ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, by this light [1] => flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome. ) ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => How, you fat fool! I scorn you. ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge and [1] => turn all to a merriment, if you take not the heat. ) ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You whoreson candle-mine, you, how vilely did you [1] => speak of me even now before this honest, virtuous, [2] => civil gentlewoman! ) ) [111] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God's blessing of your good heart! and so she is, [1] => by my troth. ) ) [112] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Didst thou hear me? ) [113] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, and you knew me, as you did when you ran away [1] => by Gad's-hill: you knew I was at your back, and [2] => spoke it on purpose to try my patience. ) ) [114] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => No, no, no; not so; I did not think thou wast within hearing. ) [115] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I shall drive you then to confess the wilful abuse; [1] => and then I know how to handle you. ) ) [116] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => No abuse, Hal, o' mine honour, no abuse. ) [117] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not to dispraise me, and call me pantier and [1] => bread-chipper and I know not what? ) ) [118] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => No abuse, Hal. ) [119] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => No abuse? ) [120] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No abuse, Ned, i' the world; honest Ned, none. I [1] => dispraised him before the wicked, that the wicked [2] => might not fall in love with him; in which doing, I [3] => have done the part of a careful friend and a true [4] => subject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it. [5] => No abuse, Hal: none, Ned, none: no, faith, boys, none. ) ) [121] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => See now, whether pure fear and entire cowardice doth [1] => not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to [2] => close with us? is she of the wicked? is thine [3] => hostess here of the wicked? or is thy boy of the [4] => wicked? or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his [5] => nose, of the wicked? ) ) [122] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POINS [LINE] => Answer, thou dead elm, answer. ) [123] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecoverable; [1] => and his face is Lucifer's privy-kitchen, where he [2] => doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For the boy, [3] => there is a good angel about him; but the devil [4] => outbids him too. ) ) [124] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => For the women? ) [125] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For one of them, she is in hell already, and burns [1] => poor souls. For the other, I owe her money, and [2] => whether she be damned for that, I know not. ) ) [126] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => No, I warrant you. ) [127] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, I think thou art not; I think thou art quit for [1] => that. Marry, there is another indictment upon thee, [2] => for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house, [3] => contrary to the law; for the which I think thou wilt howl. ) ) [128] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All victuallers do so; what's a joint of mutton or [1] => two in a whole Lent? ) ) [129] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => You, gentlewoman,- ) [130] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => What says your grace? ) [131] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => His grace says that which his flesh rebels against. ) [132] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Who knocks so loud at door? Look to the door there, Francis. ) [133] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Peto, how now! what news? ) [134] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king your father is at Westminster: [1] => And there are twenty weak and wearied posts [2] => Come from the north: and, as I came along, [3] => I met and overtook a dozen captains, [4] => Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns, [5] => And asking every one for Sir John Falstaff. ) ) [135] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame, [1] => So idly to profane the precious time, [2] => When tempest of commotion, like the south [3] => Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt [4] => And drop upon our bare unarmed heads. [5] => Give me my sword and cloak. Falstaff, good night. ) ) [136] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and [1] => we must hence and leave it unpicked. [2] => More knocking at the door! [3] => How now! what's the matter? ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Knocking within [1] => Re-enter BARDOLPH ) ) [137] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You must away to court, sir, presently; [1] => A dozen captains stay at door for you. ) ) [138] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To the Page ) [1] => hostess; farewell, Doll. You see, my good wenches, [2] => how men of merit are sought after: the undeserver [3] => may sleep, when the man of action is called on. [4] => Farewell good wenches: if I be not sent away post, [5] => I will see you again ere I go. ) ) [139] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I cannot speak; if my heart be not read to burst,-- [1] => well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself. ) ) [140] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Farewell, farewell. ) [141] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these [1] => twenty-nine years, come peascod-time; but an [2] => honester and truer-hearted man,--well, fare thee well. ) ) [142] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [143] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => What's the matter? ) [144] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [145] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, run, Doll, run; run, good Doll: come. [1] => Yea, will you come, Doll? ) [STAGEDIR] => She comes blubbered ) ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT III [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Westminster. The palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter KING HENRY IV in his nightgown, with a Page [1] => Enter WARWICK and SURREY [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go call the Earls of Surrey and of Warwick; [1] => But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters, [2] => And well consider of them; make good speed. [3] => How many thousand of my poorest subjects [4] => Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep, [5] => Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, [6] => That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down [7] => And steep my senses in forgetfulness? [8] => Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, [9] => Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee [10] => And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, [11] => Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, [12] => Under the canopies of costly state, [13] => And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? [14] => O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile [15] => In loathsome beds, and leavest the kingly couch [16] => A watch-case or a common 'larum-bell? [17] => Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast [18] => Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains [19] => In cradle of the rude imperious surge [20] => And in the visitation of the winds, [21] => Who take the ruffian billows by the top, [22] => Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them [23] => With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, [24] => That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? [25] => Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose [26] => To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, [27] => And in the calmest and most stillest night, [28] => With all appliances and means to boot, [29] => Deny it to a king? Then happy low, lie down! [30] => Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Page ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Many good morrows to your majesty! ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Is it good morrow, lords? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => 'Tis one o'clock, and past. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, then, good morrow to you all, my lords. [1] => Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => We have, my liege. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then you perceive the body of our kingdom [1] => How foul it is; what rank diseases grow [2] => And with what danger, near the heart of it. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is but as a body yet distemper'd; [1] => Which to his former strength may be restored [2] => With good advice and little medicine: [3] => My Lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O God! that one might read the book of fate, [1] => And see the revolution of the times [2] => Make mountains level, and the continent, [3] => Weary of solid firmness, melt itself [4] => Into the sea! and, other times, to see [5] => The beachy girdle of the ocean [6] => Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, [7] => And changes fill the cup of alteration [8] => With divers liquors! O, if this were seen, [9] => The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, [10] => What perils past, what crosses to ensue, [11] => Would shut the book, and sit him down and die. [12] => 'Tis not 'ten years gone [13] => Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends, [14] => Did feast together, and in two years after [15] => Were they at wars: it is but eight years since [16] => This Percy was the man nearest my soul, [17] => Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs [18] => And laid his love and life under my foot, [19] => Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard [20] => Gave him defiance. But which of you was by-- [21] => You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember-- [22] => When Richard, with his eye brimful of tears, [23] => Then cheque'd and rated by Northumberland, [24] => Did speak these words, now proved a prophecy? [25] => 'Northumberland, thou ladder by the which [26] => My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne;' [27] => Though then, God knows, I had no such intent, [28] => But that necessity so bow'd the state [29] => That I and greatness were compell'd to kiss: [30] => 'The time shall come,' thus did he follow it, [31] => 'The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head, [32] => Shall break into corruption:' so went on, [33] => Foretelling this same time's condition [34] => And the division of our amity. ) [STAGEDIR] => To WARWICK ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is a history in all men's lives, [1] => Figuring the nature of the times deceased; [2] => The which observed, a man may prophesy, [3] => With a near aim, of the main chance of things [4] => As yet not come to life, which in their seeds [5] => And weak beginnings lie intreasured. [6] => Such things become the hatch and brood of time; [7] => And by the necessary form of this [8] => King Richard might create a perfect guess [9] => That great Northumberland, then false to him, [10] => Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness; [11] => Which should not find a ground to root upon, [12] => Unless on you. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Are these things then necessities? [1] => Then let us meet them like necessities: [2] => And that same word even now cries out on us: [3] => They say the bishop and Northumberland [4] => Are fifty thousand strong. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It cannot be, my lord; [1] => Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, [2] => The numbers of the fear'd. Please it your grace [3] => To go to bed. Upon my soul, my lord, [4] => The powers that you already have sent forth [5] => Shall bring this prize in very easily. [6] => To comfort you the more, I have received [7] => A certain instance that Glendower is dead. [8] => Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill, [9] => And these unseason'd hours perforce must add [10] => Unto your sickness. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will take your counsel: [1] => And were these inward wars once out of hand, [2] => We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Gloucestershire. Before SHALLOW'S house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SHALLOW and SILENCE, meeting; MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULLCALF, a Servant or two with them [1] => Enter BARDOLPH and one with him [2] => Exeunt FALSTAFF and Justices [3] => Re-enter FALSTAFF and the Justices [4] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come on, come on, come on, sir; give me your hand, [1] => sir, give me your hand, sir: an early stirrer, by [2] => the rood! And how doth my good cousin Silence? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => Good morrow, good cousin Shallow. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And how doth my cousin, your bedfellow? and your [1] => fairest daughter and mine, my god-daughter Ellen? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => Alas, a black ousel, cousin Shallow! ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By yea and nay, sir, I dare say my cousin William is [1] => become a good scholar: he is at Oxford still, is he not? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => Indeed, sir, to my cost. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A' must, then, to the inns o' court shortly. I was [1] => once of Clement's Inn, where I think they will [2] => talk of mad Shallow yet. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => You were called 'lusty Shallow' then, cousin. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By the mass, I was called any thing; and I would [1] => have done any thing indeed too, and roundly too. [2] => There was I, and little John Doit of Staffordshire, [3] => and black George Barnes, and Francis Pickbone, and [4] => Will Squele, a Cotswold man; you had not four such [5] => swinge-bucklers in all the inns o' court again: and [6] => I may say to you, we knew where the bona-robas were [7] => and had the best of them all at commandment. Then [8] => was Jack Falstaff, now Sir John, a boy, and page to [9] => Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => This Sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon about soldiers? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The same Sir John, the very same. I see him break [1] => Skogan's head at the court-gate, when a' was a [2] => crack not thus high: and the very same day did I [3] => fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruiterer, [4] => behind Gray's Inn. Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I [5] => have spent! and to see how many of my old [6] => acquaintance are dead! ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => We shall all follow, cousin. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHADOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Certain, 'tis certain; very sure, very sure: death, [1] => as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall [2] => die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair? ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => By my troth, I was not there. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Death is certain. Is old Double of your town living [1] => yet? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => Dead, sir. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Jesu, Jesu, dead! a' drew a good bow; and dead! a' [1] => shot a fine shoot: John a Gaunt loved him well, and [2] => betted much money on his head. Dead! a' would have [3] => clapped i' the clout at twelve score; and carried [4] => you a forehand shaft a fourteen and fourteen and a [5] => half, that it would have done a man's heart good to [6] => see. How a score of ewes now? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thereafter as they be: a score of good ewes may be [1] => worth ten pounds. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => And is old Double dead? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men, as I think. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good morrow, honest gentlemen: I beseech you, which [1] => is Justice Shallow? ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire of this [1] => county, and one of the king's justices of the peace: [2] => What is your good pleasure with me? ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My captain, sir, commends him to you; my captain, [1] => Sir John Falstaff, a tall gentleman, by heaven, and [2] => a most gallant leader. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He greets me well, sir. I knew him a good backsword [1] => man. How doth the good knight? may I ask how my [2] => lady his wife doth? ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommodated than [1] => with a wife. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is well said, in faith, sir; and it is well said [1] => indeed too. Better accommodated! it is good; yea, [2] => indeed, is it: good phrases are surely, and ever [3] => were, very commendable. Accommodated! it comes of [4] => 'accommodo' very good; a good phrase. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pardon me, sir; I have heard the word. Phrase call [1] => you it? by this good day, I know not the phrase; [2] => but I will maintain the word with my sword to be a [3] => soldier-like word, and a word of exceeding good [4] => command, by heaven. Accommodated; that is, when a [5] => man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is, [6] => being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated; [7] => which is an excellent thing. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is very just. [1] => Look, here comes good Sir John. Give me your good [2] => hand, give me your worship's good hand: by my [3] => troth, you like well and bear your years very well: [4] => welcome, good Sir John. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter FALSTAFF ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am glad to see you well, good Master Robert [1] => Shallow: Master Surecard, as I think? ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => No, Sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in commission with me. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good Master Silence, it well befits you should be of [1] => the peace. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => Your good-worship is welcome. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fie! this is hot weather, gentlemen. Have you [1] => provided me here half a dozen sufficient men? ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit? ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Let me see them, I beseech you. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where's the roll? where's the roll? where's the [1] => roll? Let me see, let me see, let me see. So, so: [2] => yea, marry, sir: Ralph Mouldy! Let them appear as [3] => I call; let them do so, let them do so. Let me [4] => see; where is Mouldy? ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOULDY [LINE] => Here, an't please you. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What think you, Sir John? a good-limbed fellow; [1] => young, strong, and of good friends. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Is thy name Mouldy? ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOULDY [LINE] => Yea, an't please you. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => 'Tis the more time thou wert used. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i' faith! Things that [1] => are mouldy lack use: very singular good! in faith, [2] => well said, Sir John, very well said. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Prick him. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOULDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I was pricked well enough before, an you could have [1] => let me alone: my old dame will be undone now for [2] => one to do her husbandry and her drudgery: you need [3] => not to have pricked me; there are other men fitter [4] => to go out than I. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go to: peace, Mouldy; you shall go. Mouldy, it is [1] => time you were spent. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOULDY [LINE] => Spent! ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside: know you where [1] => you are? For the other, Sir John: let me see: [2] => Simon Shadow! ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, marry, let me have him to sit under: he's like [1] => to be a cold soldier. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Where's Shadow? ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHADOW [LINE] => Here, sir. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Shadow, whose son art thou? ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHADOW [LINE] => My mother's son, sir. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thy mother's son! like enough, and thy father's [1] => shadow: so the son of the female is the shadow of [2] => the male: it is often so, indeed; but much of the [3] => father's substance! ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Do you like him, Sir John? ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shadow will serve for summer; prick him, for we have [1] => a number of shadows to fill up the muster-book. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Thomas Wart! ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Where's he? ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WART [LINE] => Here, sir. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Is thy name Wart? ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WART [LINE] => Yea, sir. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Thou art a very ragged wart. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Shall I prick him down, Sir John? ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It were superfluous; for his apparel is built upon [1] => his back and the whole frame stands upon pins: [2] => prick him no more. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ha, ha, ha! you can do it, sir; you can do it: I [1] => commend you well. Francis Feeble! ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FEEBLE [LINE] => Here, sir. ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => What trade art thou, Feeble? ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FEEBLE [LINE] => A woman's tailor, sir. ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Shall I prick him, sir? ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You may: but if he had been a man's tailor, he'ld [1] => ha' pricked you. Wilt thou make as many holes in [2] => an enemy's battle as thou hast done in a woman's petticoat? ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FEEBLE [LINE] => I will do my good will, sir; you can have no more. ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well said, good woman's tailor! well said, [1] => courageous Feeble! thou wilt be as valiant as the [2] => wrathful dove or most magnanimous mouse. Prick the [3] => woman's tailor: well, Master Shallow; deep, Master Shallow. ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FEEBLE [LINE] => I would Wart might have gone, sir. ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would thou wert a man's tailor, that thou mightst [1] => mend him and make him fit to go. I cannot put him [2] => to a private soldier that is the leader of so many [3] => thousands: let that suffice, most forcible Feeble. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FEEBLE [LINE] => It shall suffice, sir. ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. Who is next? ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Peter Bullcalf o' the green! ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Yea, marry, let's see Bullcalf. ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BULLCALF [LINE] => Here, sir. ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Fore God, a likely fellow! Come, prick me Bullcalf [1] => till he roar again. ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BULLCALF [LINE] => O Lord! good my lord captain,-- ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => What, dost thou roar before thou art pricked? ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BULLCALF [LINE] => O Lord, sir! I am a diseased man. ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => What disease hast thou? ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BULLCALF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A whoreson cold, sir, a cough, sir, which I caught [1] => with ringing in the king's affairs upon his [2] => coronation-day, sir. ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown; we wilt [1] => have away thy cold; and I will take such order that [2] => my friends shall ring for thee. Is here all? ) ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here is two more called than your number, you must [1] => have but four here, sir: and so, I pray you, go in [2] => with me to dinner. ) ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry [1] => dinner. I am glad to see you, by my troth, Master Shallow. ) ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, Sir John, do you remember since we lay all night [1] => in the windmill in Saint George's field? ) ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => No more of that, good Master Shallow, no more of that. ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Ha! 'twas a merry night. And is Jane Nightwork alive? ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => She lives, Master Shallow. ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => She never could away with me. ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Never, never; she would always say she could not [1] => abide Master Shallow. ) ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By the mass, I could anger her to the heart. She [1] => was then a bona-roba. Doth she hold her own well? ) ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Old, old, Master Shallow. ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose but be old; [1] => certain she's old; and had Robin Nightwork by old [2] => Nightwork before I came to Clement's Inn. ) ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => That's fifty-five year ago. ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that that [1] => this knight and I have seen! Ha, Sir John, said I well? ) ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow. ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That we have, that we have, that we have; in faith, [1] => Sir John, we have: our watch-word was 'Hem boys!' [2] => Come, let's to dinner; come, let's to dinner: [3] => Jesus, the days that we have seen! Come, come. ) ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BULLCALF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good Master Corporate Bardolph, stand my friend; [1] => and here's four Harry ten shillings in French crowns [2] => for you. In very truth, sir, I had as lief be [3] => hanged, sir, as go: and yet, for mine own part, sir, [4] => I do not care; but rather, because I am unwilling, [5] => and, for mine own part, have a desire to stay with [6] => my friends; else, sir, I did not care, for mine own [7] => part, so much. ) ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Go to; stand aside. ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOULDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And, good master corporal captain, for my old [1] => dame's sake, stand my friend: she has nobody to do [2] => any thing about her when I am gone; and she is old, [3] => and cannot help herself: You shall have forty, sir. ) ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Go to; stand aside. ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FEEBLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once: we [1] => owe God a death: I'll ne'er bear a base mind: [2] => an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: no man is [3] => too good to serve's prince; and let it go which way [4] => it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next. ) ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Well said; thou'rt a good fellow. ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FEEBLE [LINE] => Faith, I'll bear no base mind. ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Come, sir, which men shall I have? ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Four of which you please. ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, a word with you: I have three pound to free [1] => Mouldy and Bullcalf. ) ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Go to; well. ) [111] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Come, Sir John, which four will you have? ) [112] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Do you choose for me. ) [113] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Marry, then, Mouldy, Bullcalf, Feeble and Shadow. ) [114] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mouldy and Bullcalf: for you, Mouldy, stay at home [1] => till you are past service: and for your part, [2] => Bullcalf, grow till you come unto it: I will none of you. ) ) [115] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong: they are [1] => your likeliest men, and I would have you served with the best. ) ) [116] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Will you tell me, Master Shallow, how to choose a [1] => man? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the stature, [2] => bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the [3] => spirit, Master Shallow. Here's Wart; you see what a [4] => ragged appearance it is; a' shall charge you and [5] => discharge you with the motion of a pewterer's [6] => hammer, come off and on swifter than he that gibbets [7] => on the brewer's bucket. And this same half-faced [8] => fellow, Shadow; give me this man: he presents no [9] => mark to the enemy; the foeman may with as great aim [10] => level at the edge of a penknife. And for a retreat; [11] => how swiftly will this Feeble the woman's tailor run [12] => off! O, give me the spare men, and spare me the [13] => great ones. Put me a caliver into Wart's hand, Bardolph. ) ) [117] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Hold, Wart, traverse; thus, thus, thus. ) [118] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, manage me your caliver. So: very well: go [1] => to: very good, exceeding good. O, give me always a [2] => little, lean, old, chapt, bald shot. Well said, i' [3] => faith, Wart; thou'rt a good scab: hold, there's a [4] => tester for thee. ) ) [119] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is not his craft's master; he doth not do it [1] => right. I remember at Mile-end Green, when I lay at [2] => Clement's Inn--I was then Sir Dagonet in Arthur's [3] => show,--there was a little quiver fellow, and a' [4] => would manage you his piece thus; and a' would about [5] => and about, and come you in and come you in: 'rah, [6] => tah, tah,' would a' say; 'bounce' would a' say; and [7] => away again would a' go, and again would a' come: I [8] => shall ne'er see such a fellow. ) ) [120] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => These fellows will do well, Master Shallow. God [1] => keep you, Master Silence: I will not use many words [2] => with you. Fare you well, gentlemen both: I thank [3] => you: I must a dozen mile to-night. Bardolph, give [4] => the soldiers coats. ) ) [121] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir John, the Lord bless you! God prosper your [1] => affairs! God send us peace! At your return visit [2] => our house; let our old acquaintance be renewed; [3] => peradventure I will with ye to the court. ) ) [122] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => 'Fore God, I would you would, Master Shallow. ) [123] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Go to; I have spoke at a word. God keep you. ) [124] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fare you well, gentle gentlemen. [1] => On, Bardolph; lead the men away. [2] => As I return, I will fetch off these justices: I do [3] => see the bottom of Justice Shallow. Lord, Lord, how [4] => subject we old men are to this vice of lying! This [5] => same starved justice hath done nothing but prate to [6] => me of the wildness of his youth, and the feats he [7] => hath done about Turnbull Street: and every third [8] => word a lie, duer paid to the hearer than the Turk's [9] => tribute. I do remember him at Clement's Inn like a [10] => man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' [11] => was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked [12] => radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it [13] => with a knife: a' was so forlorn, that his [14] => dimensions to any thick sight were invincible: a' [15] => was the very genius of famine; yet lecherous as a [16] => monkey, and the whores called him mandrake: a' came [17] => ever in the rearward of the fashion, and sung those [18] => tunes to the overscutched huswives that he heard the [19] => carmen whistle, and swear they were his fancies or [20] => his good-nights. And now is this Vice's dagger [21] => become a squire, and talks as familiarly of John a [22] => Gaunt as if he had been sworn brother to him; and [23] => I'll be sworn a' ne'er saw him but once in the [24] => Tilt-yard; and then he burst his head for crowding [25] => among the marshal's men. I saw it, and told John a [26] => Gaunt he beat his own name; for you might have [27] => thrust him and all his apparel into an eel-skin; the [28] => case of a treble hautboy was a mansion for him, a [29] => court: and now has he land and beefs. Well, I'll [30] => be acquainted with him, if I return; and it shall [31] => go hard but I will make him a philosopher's two [32] => stones to me: if the young dace be a bait for the [33] => old pike, I see no reason in the law of nature but I [34] => may snap at him. Let time shape, and there an end. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exeunt Justices [1] => Exeunt BARDOLPH, Recruits, &c ) ) ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT IV [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Yorkshire. Gaultree Forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, MOWBRAY, LORD HASTINGS, and others [1] => Enter a Messenger [2] => Enter WESTMORELAND [3] => Exit WESTMORELAND [4] => Re-enter WESTMORELAND [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => What is this forest call'd? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HASTINGS [LINE] => 'Tis Gaultree Forest, an't shall please your grace. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here stand, my lords; and send discoverers forth [1] => To know the numbers of our enemies. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HASTINGS [LINE] => We have sent forth already. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis well done. [1] => My friends and brethren in these great affairs, [2] => I must acquaint you that I have received [3] => New-dated letters from Northumberland; [4] => Their cold intent, tenor and substance, thus: [5] => Here doth he wish his person, with such powers [6] => As might hold sortance with his quality, [7] => The which he could not levy; whereupon [8] => He is retired, to ripe his growing fortunes, [9] => To Scotland: and concludes in hearty prayers [10] => That your attempts may overlive the hazard [11] => And fearful melting of their opposite. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground [1] => And dash themselves to pieces. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HASTINGS [LINE] => Now, what news? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => West of this forest, scarcely off a mile, [1] => In goodly form comes on the enemy; [2] => And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number [3] => Upon or near the rate of thirty thousand. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The just proportion that we gave them out [1] => Let us sway on and face them in the field. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => What well-appointed leader fronts us here? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => I think it is my Lord of Westmoreland. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Health and fair greeting from our general, [1] => The prince, Lord John and Duke of Lancaster. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say on, my Lord of Westmoreland, in peace: [1] => What doth concern your coming? ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, my lord, [1] => Unto your grace do I in chief address [2] => The substance of my speech. If that rebellion [3] => Came like itself, in base and abject routs, [4] => Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rags, [5] => And countenanced by boys and beggary, [6] => I say, if damn'd commotion so appear'd, [7] => In his true, native and most proper shape, [8] => You, reverend father, and these noble lords [9] => Had not been here, to dress the ugly form [10] => Of base and bloody insurrection [11] => With your fair honours. You, lord archbishop, [12] => Whose see is by a civil peace maintained, [13] => Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd, [14] => Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd, [15] => Whose white investments figure innocence, [16] => The dove and very blessed spirit of peace, [17] => Wherefore do you so ill translate ourself [18] => Out of the speech of peace that bears such grace, [19] => Into the harsh and boisterous tongue of war; [20] => Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood, [21] => Your pens to lances and your tongue divine [22] => To a trumpet and a point of war? ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wherefore do I this? so the question stands. [1] => Briefly to this end: we are all diseased, [2] => And with our surfeiting and wanton hours [3] => Have brought ourselves into a burning fever, [4] => And we must bleed for it; of which disease [5] => Our late king, Richard, being infected, died. [6] => But, my most noble Lord of Westmoreland, [7] => I take not on me here as a physician, [8] => Nor do I as an enemy to peace [9] => Troop in the throngs of military men; [10] => But rather show awhile like fearful war, [11] => To diet rank minds sick of happiness [12] => And purge the obstructions which begin to stop [13] => Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly. [14] => I have in equal balance justly weigh'd [15] => What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer, [16] => And find our griefs heavier than our offences. [17] => We see which way the stream of time doth run, [18] => And are enforced from our most quiet there [19] => By the rough torrent of occasion; [20] => And have the summary of all our griefs, [21] => When time shall serve, to show in articles; [22] => Which long ere this we offer'd to the king, [23] => And might by no suit gain our audience: [24] => When we are wrong'd and would unfold our griefs, [25] => We are denied access unto his person [26] => Even by those men that most have done us wrong. [27] => The dangers of the days but newly gone, [28] => Whose memory is written on the earth [29] => With yet appearing blood, and the examples [30] => Of every minute's instance, present now, [31] => Hath put us in these ill-beseeming arms, [32] => Not to break peace or any branch of it, [33] => But to establish here a peace indeed, [34] => Concurring both in name and quality. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When ever yet was your appeal denied? [1] => Wherein have you been galled by the king? [2] => What peer hath been suborn'd to grate on you, [3] => That you should seal this lawless bloody book [4] => Of forged rebellion with a seal divine [5] => And consecrate commotion's bitter edge? ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My brother general, the commonwealth, [1] => To brother born an household cruelty, [2] => I make my quarrel in particular. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is no need of any such redress; [1] => Or if there were, it not belongs to you. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why not to him in part, and to us all [1] => That feel the bruises of the days before, [2] => And suffer the condition of these times [3] => To lay a heavy and unequal hand [4] => Upon our honours? ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, my good Lord Mowbray, [1] => Construe the times to their necessities, [2] => And you shall say indeed, it is the time, [3] => And not the king, that doth you injuries. [4] => Yet for your part, it not appears to me [5] => Either from the king or in the present time [6] => That you should have an inch of any ground [7] => To build a grief on: were you not restored [8] => To all the Duke of Norfolk's signories, [9] => Your noble and right well remember'd father's? ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What thing, in honour, had my father lost, [1] => That need to be revived and breathed in me? [2] => The king that loved him, as the state stood then, [3] => Was force perforce compell'd to banish him: [4] => And then that Harry Bolingbroke and he, [5] => Being mounted and both roused in their seats, [6] => Their neighing coursers daring of the spur, [7] => Their armed staves in charge, their beavers down, [8] => Their eyes of fire sparking through sights of steel [9] => And the loud trumpet blowing them together, [10] => Then, then, when there was nothing could have stay'd [11] => My father from the breast of Bolingbroke, [12] => O when the king did throw his warder down, [13] => His own life hung upon the staff he threw; [14] => Then threw he down himself and all their lives [15] => That by indictment and by dint of sword [16] => Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what. [1] => The Earl of Hereford was reputed then [2] => In England the most valiant gentlemen: [3] => Who knows on whom fortune would then have smiled? [4] => But if your father had been victor there, [5] => He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry: [6] => For all the country in a general voice [7] => Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers and love [8] => Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on [9] => And bless'd and graced indeed, more than the king. [10] => But this is mere digression from my purpose. [11] => Here come I from our princely general [12] => To know your griefs; to tell you from his grace [13] => That he will give you audience; and wherein [14] => It shall appear that your demands are just, [15] => You shall enjoy them, every thing set off [16] => That might so much as think you enemies. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But he hath forced us to compel this offer; [1] => And it proceeds from policy, not love. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mowbray, you overween to take it so; [1] => This offer comes from mercy, not from fear: [2] => For, lo! within a ken our army lies, [3] => Upon mine honour, all too confident [4] => To give admittance to a thought of fear. [5] => Our battle is more full of names than yours, [6] => Our men more perfect in the use of arms, [7] => Our armour all as strong, our cause the best; [8] => Then reason will our heart should be as good [9] => Say you not then our offer is compell'd. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => Well, by my will we shall admit no parley. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That argues but the shame of your offence: [1] => A rotten case abides no handling. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HASTINGS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hath the Prince John a full commission, [1] => In very ample virtue of his father, [2] => To hear and absolutely to determine [3] => Of what conditions we shall stand upon? ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That is intended in the general's name: [1] => I muse you make so slight a question. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then take, my Lord of Westmoreland, this schedule, [1] => For this contains our general grievances: [2] => Each several article herein redress'd, [3] => All members of our cause, both here and hence, [4] => That are insinew'd to this action, [5] => Acquitted by a true substantial form [6] => And present execution of our wills [7] => To us and to our purposes confined, [8] => We come within our awful banks again [9] => And knit our powers to the arm of peace. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This will I show the general. Please you, lords, [1] => In sight of both our battles we may meet; [2] => And either end in peace, which God so frame! [3] => Or to the place of difference call the swords [4] => Which must decide it. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => My lord, we will do so. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is a thing within my bosom tells me [1] => That no conditions of our peace can stand. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HASTINGS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fear you not that: if we can make our peace [1] => Upon such large terms and so absolute [2] => As our conditions shall consist upon, [3] => Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, but our valuation shall be such [1] => That every slight and false-derived cause, [2] => Yea, every idle, nice and wanton reason [3] => Shall to the king taste of this action; [4] => That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love, [5] => We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind [6] => That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff [7] => And good from bad find no partition. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, no, my lord. Note this; the king is weary [1] => Of dainty and such picking grievances: [2] => For he hath found to end one doubt by death [3] => Revives two greater in the heirs of life, [4] => And therefore will he wipe his tables clean [5] => And keep no tell-tale to his memory [6] => That may repeat and history his loss [7] => To new remembrance; for full well he knows [8] => He cannot so precisely weed this land [9] => As his misdoubts present occasion: [10] => His foes are so enrooted with his friends [11] => That, plucking to unfix an enemy, [12] => He doth unfasten so and shake a friend: [13] => So that this land, like an offensive wife [14] => That hath enraged him on to offer strokes, [15] => As he is striking, holds his infant up [16] => And hangs resolved correction in the arm [17] => That was uprear'd to execution. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HASTINGS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods [1] => On late offenders, that he now doth lack [2] => The very instruments of chastisement: [3] => So that his power, like to a fangless lion, [4] => May offer, but not hold. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis very true: [1] => And therefore be assured, my good lord marshal, [2] => If we do now make our atonement well, [3] => Our peace will, like a broken limb united, [4] => Grow stronger for the breaking. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be it so. [1] => Here is return'd my Lord of Westmoreland. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The prince is here at hand: pleaseth your lordship [1] => To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => Your grace of York, in God's name then, set forward. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Before, and greet his grace: my lord, we come. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Another part of the forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, attended; afterwards the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, HASTINGS, and others: from the other side, Prince John of LANCASTER, and WESTMORELAND; Officers, and others with them [1] => Exit Officer [2] => Shouts within [3] => Exit HASTINGS [4] => Re-enter HASTINGS [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are well encounter'd here, my cousin Mowbray: [1] => Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop; [2] => And so to you, Lord Hastings, and to all. [3] => My Lord of York, it better show'd with you [4] => When that your flock, assembled by the bell, [5] => Encircled you to hear with reverence [6] => Your exposition on the holy text [7] => Than now to see you here an iron man, [8] => Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum, [9] => Turning the word to sword and life to death. [10] => That man that sits within a monarch's heart, [11] => And ripens in the sunshine of his favour, [12] => Would he abuse the countenance of the king, [13] => Alack, what mischiefs might he set abrooch [14] => In shadow of such greatness! With you, lord bishop, [15] => It is even so. Who hath not heard it spoken [16] => How deep you were within the books of God? [17] => To us the speaker in his parliament; [18] => To us the imagined voice of God himself; [19] => The very opener and intelligencer [20] => Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven [21] => And our dull workings. O, who shall believe [22] => But you misuse the reverence of your place, [23] => Employ the countenance and grace of heaven, [24] => As a false favourite doth his prince's name, [25] => In deeds dishonourable? You have ta'en up, [26] => Under the counterfeited zeal of God, [27] => The subjects of his substitute, my father, [28] => And both against the peace of heaven and him [29] => Have here up-swarm'd them. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good my Lord of Lancaster, [1] => I am not here against your father's peace; [2] => But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland, [3] => The time misorder'd doth, in common sense, [4] => Crowd us and crush us to this monstrous form, [5] => To hold our safety up. I sent your grace [6] => The parcels and particulars of our grief, [7] => The which hath been with scorn shoved from the court, [8] => Whereon this Hydra son of war is born; [9] => Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep [10] => With grant of our most just and right desires, [11] => And true obedience, of this madness cured, [12] => Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If not, we ready are to try our fortunes [1] => To the last man. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HASTINGS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And though we here fall down, [1] => We have supplies to second our attempt: [2] => If they miscarry, theirs shall second them; [3] => And so success of mischief shall be born [4] => And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up [5] => Whiles England shall have generation. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow, [1] => To sound the bottom of the after-times. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pleaseth your grace to answer them directly [1] => How far forth you do like their articles. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I like them all, and do allow them well, [1] => And swear here, by the honour of my blood, [2] => My father's purposes have been mistook, [3] => And some about him have too lavishly [4] => Wrested his meaning and authority. [5] => My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd; [6] => Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you, [7] => Discharge your powers unto their several counties, [8] => As we will ours: and here between the armies [9] => Let's drink together friendly and embrace, [10] => That all their eyes may bear those tokens home [11] => Of our restored love and amity. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => I take your princely word for these redresses. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I give it you, and will maintain my word: [1] => And thereupon I drink unto your grace. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HASTINGS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, captain, and deliver to the army [1] => This news of peace: let them have pay, and part: [2] => I know it will well please them. Hie thee, captain. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => To you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pledge your grace; and, if you knew what pains [1] => I have bestow'd to breed this present peace, [2] => You would drink freely: but my love to ye [3] => Shall show itself more openly hereafter. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => I do not doubt you. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am glad of it. [1] => Health to my lord and gentle cousin, Mowbray. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You wish me health in very happy season; [1] => For I am, on the sudden, something ill. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Against ill chances men are ever merry; [1] => But heaviness foreruns the good event. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden sorrow [1] => Serves to say thus, 'some good thing comes [2] => to-morrow.' ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Believe me, I am passing light in spirit. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => So much the worse, if your own rule be true. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => The word of peace is render'd: hark, how they shout! ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => This had been cheerful after victory. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A peace is of the nature of a conquest; [1] => For then both parties nobly are subdued, [2] => And neither party loser. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, my lord, [1] => And let our army be discharged too. [2] => And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains [3] => March, by us, that we may peruse the men [4] => We should have coped withal. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit WESTMORELAND ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, good Lord Hastings, [1] => And, ere they be dismissed, let them march by. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together. [1] => Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still? ) [STAGEDIR] => Re-enter WESTMORELAND ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The leaders, having charge from you to stand, [1] => Will not go off until they hear you speak. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => They know their duties. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HASTINGS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, our army is dispersed already; [1] => Like youthful steers unyoked, they take their courses [2] => East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up, [3] => Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good tidings, my Lord Hastings; for the which [1] => I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason: [2] => And you, lord archbishop, and you, Lord Mowbray, [3] => Of capitol treason I attach you both. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOWBRAY [LINE] => Is this proceeding just and honourable? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Is your assembly so? ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARCHBISHOP OF YORK [LINE] => Will you thus break your faith? ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pawn'd thee none: [1] => I promised you redress of these same grievances [2] => Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour, [3] => I will perform with a most Christian care. [4] => But for you, rebels, look to taste the due [5] => Meet for rebellion and such acts as yours. [6] => Most shallowly did you these arms commence, [7] => Fondly brought here and foolishly sent hence. [8] => Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray: [9] => God, and not we, hath safely fought to-day. [10] => Some guard these traitors to the block of death, [11] => Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Another part of the forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Alarum. Excursions. Enter FALSTAFF and COLEVILE, meeting [1] => Enter PRINCE JOHN OF LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, BLUNT, and others [2] => Re-enter WESTMORELAND [3] => Exeunt all but Falstaff [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What's your name, sir? of what condition are you, [1] => and of what place, I pray? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COLEVILE [LINE] => I am a knight, sir, and my name is Colevile of the dale. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, then, Colevile is your name, a knight is your [1] => degree, and your place the dale: Colevile shall be [2] => still your name, a traitor your degree, and the [3] => dungeon your place, a place deep enough; so shall [4] => you be still Colevile of the dale. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COLEVILE [LINE] => Are not you Sir John Falstaff? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As good a man as he, sir, whoe'er I am. Do ye [1] => yield, sir? or shall I sweat for you? if I do [2] => sweat, they are the drops of thy lovers, and they [3] => weep for thy death: therefore rouse up fear and [4] => trembling, and do observance to my mercy. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COLEVILE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think you are Sir John Falstaff, and in that [1] => thought yield me. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have a whole school of tongues in this belly of [1] => mine, and not a tongue of them all speaks any other [2] => word but my name. An I had but a belly of any [3] => indifference, I were simply the most active fellow [4] => in Europe: my womb, my womb, my womb, undoes me. [5] => Here comes our general. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The heat is past; follow no further now: [1] => Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland. [2] => Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while? [3] => When every thing is ended, then you come: [4] => These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life, [5] => One time or other break some gallows' back. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit WESTMORELAND ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus: I [1] => never knew yet but rebuke and cheque was the reward [2] => of valour. Do you think me a swallow, an arrow, or a [3] => bullet? have I, in my poor and old motion, the [4] => expedition of thought? I have speeded hither with [5] => the very extremest inch of possibility; I have [6] => foundered nine score and odd posts: and here, [7] => travel-tainted as I am, have in my pure and [8] => immaculate valour, taken Sir John Colevile of the [9] => dale, a most furious knight and valorous enemy. [10] => But what of that? he saw me, and yielded; that I [11] => may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, [12] => 'I came, saw, and overcame.' ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => It was more of his courtesy than your deserving. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know not: here he is, and here I yield him: and [1] => I beseech your grace, let it be booked with the [2] => rest of this day's deeds; or, by the Lord, I will [3] => have it in a particular ballad else, with mine own [4] => picture on the top on't, Colevile kissing my foot: [5] => to the which course if I be enforced, if you do not [6] => all show like gilt twopences to me, and I in the [7] => clear sky of fame o'ershine you as much as the full [8] => moon doth the cinders of the element, which show [9] => like pins' heads to her, believe not the word of [10] => the noble: therefore let me have right, and let [11] => desert mount. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Thine's too heavy to mount. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Let it shine, then. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Thine's too thick to shine. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let it do something, my good lord, that may do me [1] => good, and call it what you will. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Is thy name Colevile? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COLEVILE [LINE] => It is, my lord. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => A famous rebel art thou, Colevile. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => And a famous true subject took him. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COLEVILE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am, my lord, but as my betters are [1] => That led me hither: had they been ruled by me, [2] => You should have won them dearer than you have. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know not how they sold themselves: but thou, like [1] => a kind fellow, gavest thyself away gratis; and I [2] => thank thee for thee. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Now, have you left pursuit? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Retreat is made and execution stay'd. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Send Colevile with his confederates [1] => To York, to present execution: [2] => Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure. [3] => And now dispatch we toward the court, my lords: [4] => I hear the king my father is sore sick: [5] => Our news shall go before us to his majesty, [6] => Which, cousin, you shall bear to comfort him, [7] => And we with sober speed will follow you. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt BLUNT and others with COLEVILE ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go [1] => Through Gloucestershire: and, when you come to court, [2] => Stand my good lord, pray, in your good report. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition, [1] => Shall better speak of you than you deserve. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would you had but the wit: 'twere better than [1] => your dukedom. Good faith, this same young sober- [2] => blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man cannot make [3] => him laugh; but that's no marvel, he drinks no wine. [4] => There's never none of these demure boys come to any [5] => proof; for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood, [6] => and making many fish-meals, that they fall into a [7] => kind of male green-sickness; and then when they [8] => marry, they get wenches: they are generally fools [9] => and cowards; which some of us should be too, but for [10] => inflammation. A good sherris sack hath a two-fold [11] => operation in it. It ascends me into the brain; [12] => dries me there all the foolish and dull and curdy [13] => vapours which environ it; makes it apprehensive, [14] => quick, forgetive, full of nimble fiery and [15] => delectable shapes, which, delivered o'er to the [16] => voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes [17] => excellent wit. The second property of your [18] => excellent sherris is, the warming of the blood; [19] => which, before cold and settled, left the liver [20] => white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity [21] => and cowardice; but the sherris warms it and makes [22] => it course from the inwards to the parts extreme: [23] => it illumineth the face, which as a beacon gives [24] => warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, [25] => man, to arm; and then the vital commoners and [26] => inland petty spirits muster me all to their captain, [27] => the heart, who, great and puffed up with this [28] => retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this valour [29] => comes of sherris. So that skill in the weapon is [30] => nothing without sack, for that sets it a-work; and [31] => learning a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil, till [32] => sack commences it and sets it in act and use. [33] => Hereof comes it that Prince Harry is valiant; for [34] => the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his [35] => father, he hath, like lean, sterile and bare land, [36] => manured, husbanded and tilled with excellent [37] => endeavour of drinking good and good store of fertile [38] => sherris, that he is become very hot and valiant. If [39] => I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I [40] => would teach them should be, to forswear thin [41] => potations and to addict themselves to sack. [42] => How now Bardolph? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter BARDOLPH ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => The army is discharged all and gone. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let them go. I'll through Gloucestershire; and [1] => there will I visit Master Robert Shallow, esquire: [2] => I have him already tempering between my finger and [3] => my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him. Come away. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Westminster. The Jerusalem Chamber. [STAGEDIR] => Enter KING HENRY IV, the Princes Thomas of CLARENCE and Humphrey of GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, and others [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, lords, if God doth give successful end [1] => To this debate that bleedeth at our doors, [2] => We will our youth lead on to higher fields [3] => And draw no swords but what are sanctified. [4] => Our navy is address'd, our power collected, [5] => Our substitutes in absence well invested, [6] => And every thing lies level to our wish: [7] => Only, we want a little personal strength; [8] => And pause us, till these rebels, now afoot, [9] => Come underneath the yoke of government. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Both which we doubt not but your majesty [1] => Shall soon enjoy. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Humphrey, my son of Gloucester, [1] => Where is the prince your brother? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => I think he's gone to hunt, my lord, at Windsor. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => And how accompanied? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => I do not know, my lord. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => No, my good lord; he is in presence here. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLARENCE [LINE] => What would my lord and father? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence. [1] => How chance thou art not with the prince thy brother? [2] => He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas; [3] => Thou hast a better place in his affection [4] => Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy, [5] => And noble offices thou mayst effect [6] => Of mediation, after I am dead, [7] => Between his greatness and thy other brethren: [8] => Therefore omit him not; blunt not his love, [9] => Nor lose the good advantage of his grace [10] => By seeming cold or careless of his will; [11] => For he is gracious, if he be observed: [12] => He hath a tear for pity and a hand [13] => Open as day for melting charity: [14] => Yet notwithstanding, being incensed, he's flint, [15] => As humorous as winter and as sudden [16] => As flaws congealed in the spring of day. [17] => His temper, therefore, must be well observed: [18] => Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, [19] => When thou perceive his blood inclined to mirth; [20] => But, being moody, give him line and scope, [21] => Till that his passions, like a whale on ground, [22] => Confound themselves with working. Learn this, Thomas, [23] => And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends, [24] => A hoop of gold to bind thy brothers in, [25] => That the united vessel of their blood, [26] => Mingled with venom of suggestion-- [27] => As, force perforce, the age will pour it in-- [28] => Shall never leak, though it do work as strong [29] => As aconitum or rash gunpowder. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLARENCE [LINE] => I shall observe him with all care and love. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Thomas? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLARENCE [LINE] => He is not there to-day; he dines in London. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => And how accompanied? canst thou tell that? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLARENCE [LINE] => With Poins, and other his continual followers. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; [1] => And he, the noble image of my youth, [2] => Is overspread with them: therefore my grief [3] => Stretches itself beyond the hour of death: [4] => The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape [5] => In forms imaginary the unguided days [6] => And rotten times that you shall look upon [7] => When I am sleeping with my ancestors. [8] => For when his headstrong riot hath no curb, [9] => When rage and hot blood are his counsellors, [10] => When means and lavish manners meet together, [11] => O, with what wings shall his affections fly [12] => Towards fronting peril and opposed decay! ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite: [1] => The prince but studies his companions [2] => Like a strange tongue, wherein, to gain the language, [3] => 'Tis needful that the most immodest word [4] => Be look'd upon and learn'd; which once attain'd, [5] => Your highness knows, comes to no further use [6] => But to be known and hated. So, like gross terms, [7] => The prince will in the perfectness of time [8] => Cast off his followers; and their memory [9] => Shall as a pattern or a measure live, [10] => By which his grace must mete the lives of others, [11] => Turning past evils to advantages. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her comb [1] => In the dead carrion. [2] => Who's here? Westmoreland? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter WESTMORELAND ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Health to my sovereign, and new happiness [1] => Added to that that I am to deliver! [2] => Prince John your son doth kiss your grace's hand: [3] => Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Hastings and all [4] => Are brought to the correction of your law; [5] => There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd [6] => But peace puts forth her olive every where. [7] => The manner how this action hath been borne [8] => Here at more leisure may your highness read, [9] => With every course in his particular. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird, [1] => Which ever in the haunch of winter sings [2] => The lifting up of day. [3] => Look, here's more news. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter HARCOURT ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HARCOURT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => From enemies heaven keep your majesty; [1] => And, when they stand against you, may they fall [2] => As those that I am come to tell you of! [3] => The Earl Northumberland and the Lord Bardolph, [4] => With a great power of English and of Scots [5] => Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown: [6] => The manner and true order of the fight [7] => This packet, please it you, contains at large. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And wherefore should these good news make me sick? [1] => Will fortune never come with both hands full, [2] => But write her fair words still in foulest letters? [3] => She either gives a stomach and no food; [4] => Such are the poor, in health; or else a feast [5] => And takes away the stomach; such are the rich, [6] => That have abundance and enjoy it not. [7] => I should rejoice now at this happy news; [8] => And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy: [9] => O me! come near me; now I am much ill. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Comfort, your majesty! ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLARENCE [LINE] => O my royal father! ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WESTMORELAND [LINE] => My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be patient, princes; you do know, these fits [1] => Are with his highness very ordinary. [2] => Stand from him. Give him air; he'll straight be well. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLARENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, no, he cannot long hold out these pangs: [1] => The incessant care and labour of his mind [2] => Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in [3] => So thin that life looks through and will break out. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The people fear me; for they do observe [1] => Unfather'd heirs and loathly births of nature: [2] => The seasons change their manners, as the year [3] => Had found some months asleep and leap'd them over. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLARENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between; [1] => And the old folk, time's doting chronicles, [2] => Say it did so a little time before [3] => That our great-grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => This apoplexy will certain be his end. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence [1] => Into some other chamber: softly, pray. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. Another chamber. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => KING HENRY IV lying on a bed: CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, and others in attendance [1] => Enter PRINCE HENRY [2] => Exit [3] => Re-enter WARWICK, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and the rest [4] => Exeunt WARWICK and the rest [5] => Enter Lord John of LANCASTER [6] => Enter WARWICK, and others [7] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends; [1] => Unless some dull and favourable hand [2] => Will whisper music to my weary spirit. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Call for the music in the other room. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Set me the crown upon my pillow here. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLARENCE [LINE] => His eye is hollow, and he changes much. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Less noise, less noise! ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Who saw the Duke of Clarence? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLARENCE [LINE] => I am here, brother, full of heaviness. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How now! rain within doors, and none abroad! [1] => How doth the king? ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Exceeding ill. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Heard he the good news yet? [1] => Tell it him. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => He alter'd much upon the hearing it. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => If he be sick with joy, he'll recover without physic. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not so much noise, my lords: sweet prince, [1] => speak low; [2] => The king your father is disposed to sleep. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLARENCE [LINE] => Let us withdraw into the other room. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Will't please your grace to go along with us? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No; I will sit and watch here by the king. [1] => Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, [2] => Being so troublesome a bedfellow? [3] => O polish'd perturbation! golden care! [4] => That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide [5] => To many a watchful night! sleep with it now! [6] => Yet not so sound and half so deeply sweet [7] => As he whose brow with homely biggen bound [8] => Snores out the watch of night. O majesty! [9] => When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit [10] => Like a rich armour worn in heat of day, [11] => That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath [12] => There lies a downy feather which stirs not: [13] => Did he suspire, that light and weightless down [14] => Perforce must move. My gracious lord! my father! [15] => This sleep is sound indeed, this is a sleep [16] => That from this golden rigol hath divorced [17] => So many English kings. Thy due from me [18] => Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood, [19] => Which nature, love, and filial tenderness, [20] => Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously: [21] => My due from thee is this imperial crown, [22] => Which, as immediate as thy place and blood, [23] => Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits, [24] => Which God shall guard: and put the world's whole strength [25] => Into one giant arm, it shall not force [26] => This lineal honour from me: this from thee [27] => Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt all but PRINCE HENRY ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Warwick! Gloucester! Clarence! ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLARENCE [LINE] => Doth the king call? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => What would your majesty? How fares your grace? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Why did you leave me here alone, my lords? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLARENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We left the prince my brother here, my liege, [1] => Who undertook to sit and watch by you. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The Prince of Wales! Where is he? let me see him: [1] => He is not here. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => This door is open; he is gone this way. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => He came not through the chamber where we stay'd. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow? ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The prince hath ta'en it hence: go, seek him out. [1] => Is he so hasty that he doth suppose [2] => My sleep my death? [3] => Find him, my Lord of Warwick; chide him hither. [4] => This part of his conjoins with my disease, [5] => And helps to end me. See, sons, what things you are! [6] => How quickly nature falls into revolt [7] => When gold becomes her object! [8] => For this the foolish over-careful fathers [9] => Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, [10] => Their bones with industry; [11] => For this they have engrossed and piled up [12] => The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold; [13] => For this they have been thoughtful to invest [14] => Their sons with arts and martial exercises: [15] => When, like the bee, culling from every flower [16] => The virtuous sweets, [17] => Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, [18] => We bring it to the hive, and, like the bees, [19] => Are murdered for our pains. This bitter taste [20] => Yield his engrossments to the ending father. [21] => Now, where is he that will not stay so long [22] => Till his friend sickness hath determined me? ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exit WARWICK [1] => Re-enter WARWICK ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, I found the prince in the next room, [1] => Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks, [2] => With such a deep demeanor in great sorrow [3] => That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood, [4] => Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife [5] => With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But wherefore did he take away the crown? [1] => Lo, where he comes. Come hither to me, Harry. [2] => Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. ) [STAGEDIR] => Re-enter PRINCE HENRY ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => I never thought to hear you speak again. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought: [1] => I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. [2] => Dost thou so hunger for mine empty chair [3] => That thou wilt needs invest thee with my honours [4] => Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth! [5] => Thou seek'st the greatness that will o'erwhelm thee. [6] => Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity [7] => Is held from falling with so weak a wind [8] => That it will quickly drop: my day is dim. [9] => Thou hast stolen that which after some few hours [10] => Were thine without offence; and at my death [11] => Thou hast seal'd up my expectation: [12] => Thy life did manifest thou lovedst me not, [13] => And thou wilt have me die assured of it. [14] => Thou hidest a thousand daggers in thy thoughts, [15] => Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart, [16] => To stab at half an hour of my life. [17] => What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour? [18] => Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself, [19] => And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear [20] => That thou art crowned, not that I am dead. [21] => Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse [22] => Be drops of balm to sanctify thy head: [23] => Only compound me with forgotten dust [24] => Give that which gave thee life unto the worms. [25] => Pluck down my officers, break my decrees; [26] => For now a time is come to mock at form: [27] => Harry the Fifth is crown'd: up, vanity! [28] => Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence! [29] => And to the English court assemble now, [30] => From every region, apes of idleness! [31] => Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum: [32] => Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, [33] => Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit [34] => The oldest sins the newest kind of ways? [35] => Be happy, he will trouble you no more; [36] => England shall double gild his treble guilt, [37] => England shall give him office, honour, might; [38] => For the fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks [39] => The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog [40] => Shall flesh his tooth on every innocent. [41] => O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows! [42] => When that my care could not withhold thy riots, [43] => What wilt thou do when riot is thy care? [44] => O, thou wilt be a wilderness again, [45] => Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants! ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears, [1] => The moist impediments unto my speech, [2] => I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke [3] => Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard [4] => The course of it so far. There is your crown; [5] => And He that wears the crown immortally [6] => Long guard it yours! If I affect it more [7] => Than as your honour and as your renown, [8] => Let me no more from this obedience rise, [9] => Which my most inward true and duteous spirit [10] => Teacheth, this prostrate and exterior bending. [11] => God witness with me, when I here came in, [12] => And found no course of breath within your majesty, [13] => How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign, [14] => O, let me in my present wildness die [15] => And never live to show the incredulous world [16] => The noble change that I have purposed! [17] => Coming to look on you, thinking you dead, [18] => And dead almost, my liege, to think you were, [19] => I spake unto this crown as having sense, [20] => And thus upbraided it: 'The care on thee depending [21] => Hath fed upon the body of my father; [22] => Therefore, thou best of gold art worst of gold: [23] => Other, less fine in carat, is more precious, [24] => Preserving life in medicine potable; [25] => But thou, most fine, most honour'd: most renown'd, [26] => Hast eat thy bearer up.' Thus, my most royal liege, [27] => Accusing it, I put it on my head, [28] => To try with it, as with an enemy [29] => That had before my face murder'd my father, [30] => The quarrel of a true inheritor. [31] => But if it did infect my blood with joy, [32] => Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride; [33] => If any rebel or vain spirit of mine [34] => Did with the least affection of a welcome [35] => Give entertainment to the might of it, [36] => Let God for ever keep it from my head [37] => And make me as the poorest vassal is [38] => That doth with awe and terror kneel to it! ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O my son, [1] => God put it in thy mind to take it hence, [2] => That thou mightst win the more thy father's love, [3] => Pleading so wisely in excuse of it! [4] => Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed; [5] => And hear, I think, the very latest counsel [6] => That ever I shall breathe. God knows, my son, [7] => By what by-paths and indirect crook'd ways [8] => I met this crown; and I myself know well [9] => How troublesome it sat upon my head. [10] => To thee it shall descend with bitter quiet, [11] => Better opinion, better confirmation; [12] => For all the soil of the achievement goes [13] => With me into the earth. It seem'd in me [14] => But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand, [15] => And I had many living to upbraid [16] => My gain of it by their assistances; [17] => Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed, [18] => Wounding supposed peace: all these bold fears [19] => Thou see'st with peril I have answered; [20] => For all my reign hath been but as a scene [21] => Acting that argument: and now my death [22] => Changes the mode; for what in me was purchased, [23] => Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort; [24] => So thou the garland wear'st successively. [25] => Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do, [26] => Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green; [27] => And all my friends, which thou must make thy friends, [28] => Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out; [29] => By whose fell working I was first advanced [30] => And by whose power I well might lodge a fear [31] => To be again displaced: which to avoid, [32] => I cut them off; and had a purpose now [33] => To lead out many to the Holy Land, [34] => Lest rest and lying still might make them look [35] => Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry, [36] => Be it thy course to busy giddy minds [37] => With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out, [38] => May waste the memory of the former days. [39] => More would I, but my lungs are wasted so [40] => That strength of speech is utterly denied me. [41] => How I came by the crown, O God forgive; [42] => And grant it may with thee in true peace live! ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My gracious liege, [1] => You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me; [2] => Then plain and right must my possession be: [3] => Which I with more than with a common pain [4] => 'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Health, peace, and happiness to my royal father! ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son John; [1] => But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown [2] => From this bare wither'd trunk: upon thy sight [3] => My worldly business makes a period. [4] => Where is my Lord of Warwick? ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE HENRY [LINE] => My Lord of Warwick! ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Doth any name particular belong [1] => Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => 'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Laud be to God! even there my life must end. [1] => It hath been prophesied to me many years, [2] => I should not die but in Jerusalem; [3] => Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land: [4] => But bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie; [5] => In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. ) ) ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT V [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Gloucestershire. SHALLOW'S house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and Page [1] => Enter DAVY [2] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By cock and pie, sir, you shall not away to-night. [1] => What, Davy, I say! ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => You must excuse me, Master Robert Shallow. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will not excuse you; you shall not be excused; [1] => excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse [2] => shall serve; you shall not be excused. Why, Davy! ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAVY [LINE] => Here, sir. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see, Davy; let me [1] => see, Davy; let me see: yea, marry, William cook, [2] => bid him come hither. Sir John, you shall not be excused. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAVY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, sir, thus; those precepts cannot be served: [1] => and, again, sir, shall we sow the headland with wheat? ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook: are [1] => there no young pigeons? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAVY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, sir. Here is now the smith's note for shoeing [1] => and plough-irons. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Let it be cast and paid. Sir John, you shall not be excused. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAVY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must need be [1] => had: and, sir, do you mean to stop any of William's [2] => wages, about the sack he lost the other day at [3] => Hinckley fair? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A' shall answer it. Some pigeons, Davy, a couple [1] => of short-legged hens, a joint of mutton, and any [2] => pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAVY [LINE] => Doth the man of war stay all night, sir? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, Davy. I will use him well: a friend i' the [1] => court is better than a penny in purse. Use his men [2] => well, Davy; for they are arrant knaves, and will backbite. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAVY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No worse than they are backbitten, sir; for they [1] => have marvellous foul linen. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Well conceited, Davy: about thy business, Davy. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAVY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor of [1] => Woncot against Clement Perkes of the hill. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is many complaints, Davy, against that Visor: [1] => that Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAVY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I grant your worship that he is a knave, sir; but [1] => yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should have some [2] => countenance at his friend's request. An honest [3] => man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave [4] => is not. I have served your worship truly, sir, [5] => this eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in [6] => a quarter bear out a knave against an honest man, I [7] => have but a very little credit with your worship. The [8] => knave is mine honest friend, sir; therefore, I [9] => beseech your worship, let him be countenanced. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go to; I say he shall have no wrong. Look about, Davy. [1] => Where are you, Sir John? Come, come, come, off [2] => with your boots. Give me your hand, Master Bardolph. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit DAVY ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => I am glad to see your worship. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I thank thee with all my heart, kind [1] => Master Bardolph: and welcome, my tall fellow. [2] => Come, Sir John. ) [STAGEDIR] => To the Page ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll follow you, good Master Robert Shallow. [1] => Bardolph, look to our horses. [2] => If I were sawed into quantities, I should make four [3] => dozen of such bearded hermits' staves as Master [4] => Shallow. It is a wonderful thing to see the [5] => semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his: [6] => they, by observing of him, do bear themselves like [7] => foolish justices; he, by conversing with them, is [8] => turned into a justice-like serving-man: their [9] => spirits are so married in conjunction with the [10] => participation of society that they flock together in [11] => consent, like so many wild-geese. If I had a suit [12] => to Master Shallow, I would humour his men with the [13] => imputation of being near their master: if to his [14] => men, I would curry with Master Shallow that no man [15] => could better command his servants. It is certain [16] => that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is [17] => caught, as men take diseases, one of another: [18] => therefore let men take heed of their company. I [19] => will devise matter enough out of this Shallow to [20] => keep Prince Harry in continual laughter the wearing [21] => out of six fashions, which is four terms, or two [22] => actions, and a' shall laugh without intervallums. O, [23] => it is much that a lie with a slight oath and a jest [24] => with a sad brow will do with a fellow that never [25] => had the ache in his shoulders! O, you shall see him [26] => laugh till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up! ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exit SHALLOW [1] => Exeunt BARDOLPH and Page ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => I come, Master Shallow; I come, Master Shallow. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Westminster. The palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter WARWICK and the Lord Chief-Justice, meeting [1] => Enter LANCASTER, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, WESTMORELAND, and others [2] => Enter KING HENRY V, attended [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => How now, my lord chief-justice! whither away? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => How doth the king? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => I hope, not dead. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He's walk'd the way of nature; [1] => And to our purposes he lives no more. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would his majesty had call'd me with him: [1] => The service that I truly did his life [2] => Hath left me open to all injuries. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Indeed I think the young king loves you not. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know he doth not, and do arm myself [1] => To welcome the condition of the time, [2] => Which cannot look more hideously upon me [3] => Than I have drawn it in my fantasy. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry: [1] => O that the living Harry had the temper [2] => Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen! [3] => How many nobles then should hold their places [4] => That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort! ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => O God, I fear all will be overturn'd! ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good morrow. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => GLOUCESTER [1] => CLARENCE ) [LINE] => Good morrow, cousin. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => We meet like men that had forgot to speak. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We do remember; but our argument [1] => Is all too heavy to admit much talk. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Peace be with us, lest we be heavier! ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, good my lord, you have lost a friend indeed; [1] => And I dare swear you borrow not that face [2] => Of seeming sorrow, it is sure your own. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Though no man be assured what grace to find, [1] => You stand in coldest expectation: [2] => I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLARENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair; [1] => Which swims against your stream of quality. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour, [1] => Led by the impartial conduct of my soul: [2] => And never shall you see that I will beg [3] => A ragged and forestall'd remission. [4] => If truth and upright innocency fail me, [5] => I'll to the king my master that is dead, [6] => And tell him who hath sent me after him. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Here comes the prince. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Good morrow; and God save your majesty! ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, [1] => Sits not so easy on me as you think. [2] => Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear: [3] => This is the English, not the Turkish court; [4] => Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds, [5] => But Harry Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers, [6] => For, by my faith, it very well becomes you: [7] => Sorrow so royally in you appears [8] => That I will deeply put the fashion on [9] => And wear it in my heart: why then, be sad; [10] => But entertain no more of it, good brothers, [11] => Than a joint burden laid upon us all. [12] => For me, by heaven, I bid you be assured, [13] => I'll be your father and your brother too; [14] => Let me but bear your love, I 'll bear your cares: [15] => Yet weep that Harry's dead; and so will I; [16] => But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears [17] => By number into hours of happiness. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Princes [LINE] => We hope no other from your majesty. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You all look strangely on me: and you most; [1] => You are, I think, assured I love you not. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am assured, if I be measured rightly, [1] => Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No! [1] => How might a prince of my great hopes forget [2] => So great indignities you laid upon me? [3] => What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison [4] => The immediate heir of England! Was this easy? [5] => May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten? ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I then did use the person of your father; [1] => The image of his power lay then in me: [2] => And, in the administration of his law, [3] => Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth, [4] => Your highness pleased to forget my place, [5] => The majesty and power of law and justice, [6] => The image of the king whom I presented, [7] => And struck me in my very seat of judgment; [8] => Whereon, as an offender to your father, [9] => I gave bold way to my authority [10] => And did commit you. If the deed were ill, [11] => Be you contented, wearing now the garland, [12] => To have a son set your decrees at nought, [13] => To pluck down justice from your awful bench, [14] => To trip the course of law and blunt the sword [15] => That guards the peace and safety of your person; [16] => Nay, more, to spurn at your most royal image [17] => And mock your workings in a second body. [18] => Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours; [19] => Be now the father and propose a son, [20] => Hear your own dignity so much profaned, [21] => See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted, [22] => Behold yourself so by a son disdain'd; [23] => And then imagine me taking your part [24] => And in your power soft silencing your son: [25] => After this cold considerance, sentence me; [26] => And, as you are a king, speak in your state [27] => What I have done that misbecame my place, [28] => My person, or my liege's sovereignty. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY V [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are right, justice, and you weigh this well; [1] => Therefore still bear the balance and the sword: [2] => And I do wish your honours may increase, [3] => Till you do live to see a son of mine [4] => Offend you and obey you, as I did. [5] => So shall I live to speak my father's words: [6] => 'Happy am I, that have a man so bold, [7] => That dares do justice on my proper son; [8] => And not less happy, having such a son, [9] => That would deliver up his greatness so [10] => Into the hands of justice.' You did commit me: [11] => For which, I do commit into your hand [12] => The unstained sword that you have used to bear; [13] => With this remembrance, that you use the same [14] => With the like bold, just and impartial spirit [15] => As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand. [16] => You shall be as a father to my youth: [17] => My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear, [18] => And I will stoop and humble my intents [19] => To your well-practised wise directions. [20] => And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you; [21] => My father is gone wild into his grave, [22] => For in his tomb lie my affections; [23] => And with his spirit sadly I survive, [24] => To mock the expectation of the world, [25] => To frustrate prophecies and to raze out [26] => Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down [27] => After my seeming. The tide of blood in me [28] => Hath proudly flow'd in vanity till now: [29] => Now doth it turn and ebb back to the sea, [30] => Where it shall mingle with the state of floods [31] => And flow henceforth in formal majesty. [32] => Now call we our high court of parliament: [33] => And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel, [34] => That the great body of our state may go [35] => In equal rank with the best govern'd nation; [36] => That war, or peace, or both at once, may be [37] => As things acquainted and familiar to us; [38] => In which you, father, shall have foremost hand. [39] => Our coronation done, we will accite, [40] => As I before remember'd, all our state: [41] => And, God consigning to my good intents, [42] => No prince nor peer shall have just cause to say, [43] => God shorten Harry's happy life one day! ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Gloucestershire. SHALLOW'S orchard. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, DAVY, BARDOLPH, and the Page [1] => Exit [2] => Re-enter DAVY [3] => To BARDOLPH [4] => Exit DAVY [5] => To SILENCE, seeing him take off a bumper [6] => Re-enter DAVY [7] => Singing [8] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour, [1] => we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing, [2] => with a dish of caraways, and so forth: come, [3] => cousin Silence: and then to bed. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, [1] => Sir John: marry, good air. Spread, Davy; spread, [2] => Davy; well said, Davy. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your [1] => serving-man and your husband. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, [1] => Sir John: by the mass, I have drunk too much sack [2] => at supper: a good varlet. Now sit down, now sit [3] => down: come, cousin. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ah, sirrah! quoth-a, we shall [1] => Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, [2] => And praise God for the merry year; [3] => When flesh is cheap and females dear, [4] => And lusty lads roam here and there [5] => So merrily, [6] => And ever among so merrily. ) [STAGEDIR] => Singing ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There's a merry heart! Good Master Silence, I'll [1] => give you a health for that anon. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAVY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet sir, sit; I'll be with you anon. most sweet [1] => sir, sit. Master page, good master page, sit. [2] => Proface! What you want in meat, we'll have in drink: [3] => but you must bear; the heart's all. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be merry, Master Bardolph; and, my little soldier [1] => there, be merry. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be merry, be merry, my wife has all; [1] => For women are shrews, both short and tall: [2] => 'Tis merry in hall when beards wag all, [3] => And welcome merry Shrove-tide. [4] => Be merry, be merry. ) [STAGEDIR] => Singing ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I did not think Master Silence had been a man of [1] => this mettle. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => Who, I? I have been merry twice and once ere now. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAVY [LINE] => There's a dish of leather-coats for you. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Davy! ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAVY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your worship! I'll be with you straight. [1] => A cup of wine, sir? ) [STAGEDIR] => To BARDOLPH ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A cup of wine that's brisk and fine, [1] => And drink unto the leman mine; [2] => And a merry heart lives long-a. ) [STAGEDIR] => Singing ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Well said, Master Silence. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o' the night. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Health and long life to you, Master Silence. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fill the cup, and let it come; [1] => I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom. ) [STAGEDIR] => Singing ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest any [1] => thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. [2] => Welcome, my little tiny thief. [3] => And welcome indeed too. I'll drink to Master [4] => Bardolph, and to all the cavaleros about London. ) [STAGEDIR] => To the Page ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAVY [LINE] => I hove to see London once ere I die. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => An I might see you there, Davy,-- ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By the mass, you'll crack a quart together, ha! [1] => Will you not, Master Bardolph? ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By God's liggens, I thank thee: the knave will [1] => stick by thee, I can assure thee that. A' will not [2] => out; he is true bred. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => And I'll stick by him, sir. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be merry. [1] => Look who's at door there, ho! who knocks? ) [STAGEDIR] => Knocking within ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Why, now you have done me right. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Singing ) [1] => Do me right, [2] => And dub me knight: Samingo. [3] => Is't not so? ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => 'Tis so. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => Is't so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DAVY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An't please your worship, there's one Pistol come [1] => from the court with news. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => From the court! let him come in. [1] => How now, Pistol! ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter PISTOL ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Sir John, God save you! ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => What wind blew you hither, Pistol? ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet [1] => knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => By'r lady, I think a' be, but goodman Puff of Barson. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Puff! [1] => Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base! [2] => Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend, [3] => And helter-skelter have I rode to thee, [4] => And tidings do I bring and lucky joys [5] => And golden times and happy news of price. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this world. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A foutre for the world and worldlings base! [1] => I speak of Africa and golden joys. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news? [1] => Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons? [1] => And shall good news be baffled? [2] => Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILENCE [LINE] => Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Why then, lament therefore. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me pardon, sir: if, sir, you come with news [1] => from the court, I take it there's but two ways, [2] => either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am, [3] => sir, under the king, in some authority. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Under which king, Besonian? speak, or die. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Under King Harry. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Harry the Fourth? or Fifth? ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Harry the Fourth. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A foutre for thine office! [1] => Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king; [2] => Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth: [3] => When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like [4] => The bragging Spaniard. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => What, is the old king dead? ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => As nail in door: the things I speak are just. ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away, Bardolph! saddle my horse. Master Robert [1] => Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land, [2] => 'tis thine. Pistol, I will double-charge thee with dignities. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BARDOLPH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O joyful day! [1] => I would not take a knighthood for my fortune. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => What! I do bring good news. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Carry Master Silence to bed. Master Shallow, my [1] => Lord Shallow,--be what thou wilt; I am fortune's [2] => steward--get on thy boots: we'll ride all night. [3] => O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph! [4] => Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal devise [5] => something to do thyself good. Boot, boot, Master [6] => Shallow: I know the young king is sick for me. Let [7] => us take any man's horses; the laws of England are at [8] => my commandment. Blessed are they that have been my [9] => friends; and woe to my lord chief-justice! ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit BARDOLPH ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also! [1] => 'Where is the life that late I led?' say they: [2] => Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days! ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. London. A street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter Beadles, dragging in HOSTESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, thou arrant knave; I would to God that I might [1] => die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast [2] => drawn my shoulder out of joint. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Beadle [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The constables have delivered her over to me; and [1] => she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant [2] => her: there hath been a man or two lately killed about her. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I 'll tell [1] => thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal, an [2] => the child I now go with do miscarry, thou wert [3] => better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou [4] => paper-faced villain. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O the Lord, that Sir John were come! he would make [1] => this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the [2] => fruit of her womb miscarry! ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Beadle [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again; [1] => you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go [2] => with me; for the man is dead that you and Pistol [3] => beat amongst you. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I [1] => will have you as soundly swinged for this,--you [2] => blue-bottle rogue, you filthy famished correctioner, [3] => if you be not swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Beadle [LINE] => Come, come, you she knight-errant, come. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O God, that right should thus overcome might! [1] => Well, of sufferance comes ease. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Ay, come, you starved blood-hound. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Goodman death, goodman bones! ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MISTRESS QUICKLY [LINE] => Thou atomy, thou! ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DOLL TEARSHEET [LINE] => Come, you thin thing; come you rascal. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Beadle [LINE] => Very well. ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. A public place near Westminster Abbey. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter two Grooms, strewing rushes [1] => Exit Act [2] => Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and Page [3] => Shouts within, and the trumpets sound [4] => Enter KING HENRY V and his train, the Lord Chief- Justice among them [5] => Exeunt KING HENRY V, &c [6] => Re-enter Prince John of LANCASTER, the Lord Chief-Justice; Officers with them [7] => Exeunt all but PRINCE JOHN and the Lord Chief-Justice [8] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Groom [LINE] => More rushes, more rushes. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Groom [LINE] => The trumpets have sounded twice. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Groom [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Twill be two o'clock ere they come from the [1] => coronation: dispatch, dispatch. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow; I will [1] => make the king do you grace: I will leer upon him as [2] => a' comes by; and do but mark the countenance that he [3] => will give me. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => God bless thy lungs, good knight. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come here, Pistol; stand behind me. O, if I had had [1] => time to have made new liveries, I would have [2] => bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But [3] => 'tis no matter; this poor show doth better: this [4] => doth infer the zeal I had to see him. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => It doth so. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => It shows my earnestness of affection,-- ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => It doth so. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => My devotion,-- ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => It doth, it doth, it doth. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As it were, to ride day and night; and not to [1] => deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience [2] => to shift me,-- ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => It is best, certain. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with [1] => desire to see him; thinking of nothing else, [2] => putting all affairs else in oblivion, as if there [3] => were nothing else to be done but to see him. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis 'semper idem,' for 'obsque hoc nihil est:' [1] => 'tis all in every part. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => 'Tis so, indeed. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver, [1] => And make thee rage. [2] => Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts, [3] => Is in base durance and contagious prison; [4] => Haled thither [5] => By most mechanical and dirty hand: [6] => Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell [7] => Alecto's snake, [8] => For Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => I will deliver her. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => God save thy grace, King Hal! my royal Hal! ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame! ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => God save thee, my sweet boy! ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => My lord chief-justice, speak to that vain man. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Have you your wits? know you what 'tis to speak? ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart! ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY IV [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers; [1] => How ill white hairs become a fool and jester! [2] => I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, [3] => So surfeit-swell'd, so old and so profane; [4] => But, being awaked, I do despise my dream. [5] => Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace; [6] => Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape [7] => For thee thrice wider than for other men. [8] => Reply not to me with a fool-born jest: [9] => Presume not that I am the thing I was; [10] => For God doth know, so shall the world perceive, [11] => That I have turn'd away my former self; [12] => So will I those that kept me company. [13] => When thou dost hear I am as I have been, [14] => Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast, [15] => The tutor and the feeder of my riots: [16] => Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death, [17] => As I have done the rest of my misleaders, [18] => Not to come near our person by ten mile. [19] => For competence of life I will allow you, [20] => That lack of means enforce you not to evil: [21] => And, as we hear you do reform yourselves, [22] => We will, according to your strengths and qualities, [23] => Give you advancement. Be it your charge, my lord, [24] => To see perform'd the tenor of our word. Set on. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, marry, Sir John; which I beseech you to let me [1] => have home with me. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That can hardly be, Master Shallow. Do not you [1] => grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private to [2] => him: look you, he must seem thus to the world: [3] => fear not your advancements; I will be the man yet [4] => that shall make you great. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I cannot well perceive how, unless you should give [1] => me your doublet and stuff me out with straw. I [2] => beseech you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred [3] => of my thousand. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, I will be as good as my word: this that you [1] => heard was but a colour. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SHALLOW [LINE] => A colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fear no colours: go with me to dinner: come, [1] => Lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph: I shall be sent [2] => for soon at night. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet: [1] => Take all his company along with him. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FALSTAFF [LINE] => My lord, my lord,-- ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I cannot now speak: I will hear you soon. [1] => Take them away. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISTOL [LINE] => Si fortune me tormenta, spero contenta. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I like this fair proceeding of the king's: [1] => He hath intent his wonted followers [2] => Shall all be very well provided for; [3] => But all are banish'd till their conversations [4] => Appear more wise and modest to the world. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => And so they are. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => The king hath call'd his parliament, my lord. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord Chief-Justice [LINE] => He hath. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LANCASTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will lay odds that, ere this year expire, [1] => We bear our civil swords and native fire [2] => As far as France: I heard a bird so sing, [3] => Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king. [4] => Come, will you hence? ) ) ) ) ) [EPILOGUE] => Array ( [TITLE] => EPILOGUE [STAGEDIR] => Spoken by a Dancer [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( ) [LINE] => Array ( [0] => First my fear; then my courtesy; last my speech. [1] => My fear is, your displeasure; my courtesy, my duty; [2] => and my speech, to beg your pardons. If you look [3] => for a good speech now, you undo me: for what I have [4] => to say is of mine own making; and what indeed I [5] => should say will, I doubt, prove mine own marring. [6] => But to the purpose, and so to the venture. Be it [7] => known to you, as it is very well, I was lately here [8] => in the end of a displeasing play, to pray your [9] => patience for it and to promise you a better. I [10] => meant indeed to pay you with this; which, if like an [11] => ill venture it come unluckily home, I break, and [12] => you, my gentle creditors, lose. Here I promised you [13] => I would be and here I commit my body to your [14] => mercies: bate me some and I will pay you some and, [15] => as most debtors do, promise you infinitely. [16] => If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will [17] => you command me to use my legs? and yet that were but [18] => light payment, to dance out of your debt. But a [19] => good conscience will make any possible satisfaction, [20] => and so would I. All the gentlewomen here have [21] => forgiven me: if the gentlemen will not, then the [22] => gentlemen do not agree with the gentlewomen, which [23] => was never seen before in such an assembly. [24] => One word more, I beseech you. If you be not too [25] => much cloyed with fat meat, our humble author will [26] => continue the story, with Sir John in it, and make [27] => you merry with fair Katharine of France: where, for [28] => any thing I know, Falstaff shall die of a sweat, [29] => unless already a' be killed with your hard [30] => opinions; for Oldcastle died a martyr, and this is [31] => not the man. My tongue is weary; when my legs are [32] => too, I will bid you good night: and so kneel down [33] => before you; but, indeed, to pray for the queen. ) ) ) ) ) )