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Henry IV, Part 2

William Shakespeare

Act 5 Scene 3

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Enter FALSTAFF , SHALLOW , SILENCE , DAVY , BARDOLPH , and the PAGE	Enter FALSTAFF , SHALLOW , SILENCE , DAVY , BARDOLPH , and the PAGE
SHALLOW Nay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbor, we will eat a last year’s pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of caraways, and so forth.—Come, cousin Silence.—And then to bed.	SHALLOW Nay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbor, we will eat a last year’s pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of caraways, and so forth.—Come, cousin Silence.—And then to bed.
FALSTAFF 5 Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.	FALSTAFF Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.
SHALLOW Barren, barren, barren, beggars all, beggars all, Sir John. Marry, good air.—Spread, Davy, spread, Davy. Well said, Davy.	SHALLOW Barren, barren, barren, beggars all, beggars all, Sir John. Marry, good air.—Spread, Davy, spread, Davy. Well said, Davy.
FALSTAFF This Davy serves you for good uses. He is your servingman 10 and your husband.	FALSTAFF This Davy serves you for good uses. He is your servingman and your husband.
SHALLOW A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John. By the Mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper. A good varlet. Now sit down, now sit down.—Come, cousin.	SHALLOW A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John. By the Mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper. A good varlet. Now sit down, now sit down.—Come, cousin.
SILENCE Ah, sirrah, quoth he, we shall 15 Do nothing but eat and make good cheer, (sings) And praise God for the merry year, When flesh is cheap and females dear, And lusty lads roam here and there So merrily, 20 And ever among so merrily.	SILENCE Ah, sirrah, quoth he, we shall Do nothing but eat and make good cheer, (sings) And praise God for the merry year, When flesh is cheap and females dear, And lusty lads roam here and there So merrily, And ever among so merrily.
FALSTAFF There’s a merry heart!—Good Master Silence, I’ll give you a health for that anon.	FALSTAFF There’s a merry heart!—Good Master Silence, I’ll give you a health for that anon.
SHALLOW Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.	SHALLOW Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.
DAVY Sweet sir, sit. I’ll be with you anon. Most sweet sir, sit. 25 Master page, good master page, sit. Proface. What you want in meat, we’ll have in drink, but you must bear. The heart’s all.	DAVY Sweet sir, sit. I’ll be with you anon. Most sweet sir, sit. Master page, good master page, sit. Proface. What you want in meat, we’ll have in drink, but you must bear. The heart’s all.
Exit DAVY	Exit DAVY
SHALLOW Be merry, Master Bardolph. —And, my little soldier there, be merry.	SHALLOW Be merry, Master Bardolph. —And, my little soldier there, be merry.
SILENCE (sings) Be merry, be merry, my wife has all, For women are shrews, both short and tall. 'Tis merry in hall when beards wag all, And welcome merry Shrovetide. Be merry, be merry.	SILENCE (sings) Be merry, be merry, my wife has all, For women are shrews, both short and tall. 'Tis merry in hall when beards wag all, And welcome merry Shrovetide. Be merry, be merry.
FALSTAFF 35 I did not think Master Silence had been a man of this mettle.	FALSTAFF I did not think Master Silence had been a man of this mettle.
SILENCE Who, I? I have been merry twice and once ere now.	SILENCE Who, I? I have been merry twice and once ere now.
Enter DAVY	Enter DAVY
DAVY (to BARDOLPH) There’s a dish of leather-coats for you.	DAVY (to BARDOLPH) There’s a dish of leather-coats for you.
SHALLOW Davy!	SHALLOW Davy!
DAVY Your Worship, I’ll be with you straight.— (to BARDOLPH) A cup of wine, sir?	DAVY Your Worship, I’ll be with you straight.— (to BARDOLPH) A cup of wine, sir?
SILENCE (sings) A cup of wine that’s brisk and fine, And drink unto thee, leman mine, And a merry heart lives long-a.	SILENCE (sings) A cup of wine that’s brisk and fine, And drink unto thee, leman mine, And a merry heart lives long-a.
FALSTAFF Well said, Master Silence.	FALSTAFF Well said, Master Silence.
SILENCE 45 And we shall be merry; now comes in the sweet o' th' night.	SILENCE And we shall be merry; now comes in the sweet o' th' night.
FALSTAFF Health and long life to you, Master Silence.	FALSTAFF Health and long life to you, Master Silence.
SILENCE (sings) Fill the cup, and let it come, I’ll pledge you a mile to th' bottom.	SILENCE (sings) Fill the cup, and let it come, I’ll pledge you a mile to th' bottom.
SHALLOW Honest Bardolph, welcome. If thou wantest anything and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.— (to the PAGE) Welcome, my little tiny thief, and welcome indeed too. I’ll drink to Master Bardolph, and to all the cabileros about London.	SHALLOW Honest Bardolph, welcome. If thou wantest anything and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.— (to the PAGE) Welcome, my little tiny thief, and welcome indeed too. I’ll drink to Master Bardolph, and to all the cabileros about London.
DAVY I hope to see London once ere I die.	DAVY I hope to see London once ere I die.
BARDOLPH An I might see you there, Davy!	BARDOLPH An I might see you there, Davy!
SHALLOW 55 By the Mass, you’ll crack a quart together, ha, will you not, Master Bardolph?	SHALLOW By the Mass, you’ll crack a quart together, ha, will you not, Master Bardolph?
BARDOLPH Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot.	BARDOLPH Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot.
SHALLOW By God’s liggens, I thank thee. The knave will stick by thee, I can assure thee that. He will not out, he. 'Tis true bred!	SHALLOW By God’s liggens, I thank thee. The knave will stick by thee, I can assure thee that. He will not out, he. 'Tis true bred!
BARDOLPH 60 And I’ll stick by him, sir.	BARDOLPH And I’ll stick by him, sir.
SHALLOW Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing, be merry. One knocks at the door within Look who’s at door there, ho. Who knocks?	SHALLOW Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing, be merry. One knocks at the door within Look who’s at door there, ho. Who knocks?
Exit DAVY	Exit DAVY
FALSTAFF (to SILENCE) Why, now you have done me right.	FALSTAFF (to SILENCE) Why, now you have done me right.
SILENCE (sings) Do me right, And dub me knight, Samingo. Is ’t not so?	SILENCE (sings) Do me right, And dub me knight, Samingo. Is ’t not so?
FALSTAFF 'Tis so.	FALSTAFF 'Tis so.
SILENCE 70 Is ’t so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat.	SILENCE Is ’t so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat.
Enter DAVY	Enter DAVY
DAVY An ’t please your Worship, there’s one Pistol come from the court with news.	DAVY An ’t please your Worship, there’s one Pistol come from the court with news.
FALSTAFF From the court? Let him come in.	FALSTAFF From the court? Let him come in.
Enter PISTOL	Enter PISTOL
How now, Pistol?	How now, Pistol?
PISTOL 75 Sir John, God save you.	PISTOL Sir John, God save you.
FALSTAFF What wind blew you hither, Pistol?	FALSTAFF What wind blew you hither, Pistol?
PISTOL Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm.	PISTOL Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm.
SILENCE By 'r Lady, I think he be, but Goodman Puff of Barson.	SILENCE By 'r Lady, I think he be, but Goodman Puff of Barson.
PISTOL Puff? 80 Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!— Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend, And helter-skelter have I rode to thee, And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, And golden times, and happy news of price.	PISTOL Puff? Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!— Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend, And helter-skelter have I rode to thee, And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, And golden times, and happy news of price.
FALSTAFF 85 I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this world.	FALSTAFF I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this world.
PISTOL A foutre for the world and worldlings base! I speak of Africa and golden joys.	PISTOL A foutre for the world and worldlings base! I speak of Africa and golden joys.
FALSTAFF O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news? Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.	FALSTAFF O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news? Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
SILENCE (sings) And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.	SILENCE (sings) And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.
PISTOL Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons, And shall good news be baffled? Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.	PISTOL Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons, And shall good news be baffled? Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.
SILENCE Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.	SILENCE Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
PISTOL 95 Why then, lament therefor.	PISTOL Why then, lament therefor.
SHALLOW Give me pardon, sir. If, sir, you come with news from the court, I take it there’s but two ways, either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am, sir, under the King in some authority.	SHALLOW Give me pardon, sir. If, sir, you come with news from the court, I take it there’s but two ways, either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am, sir, under the King in some authority.
PISTOL Under which king, besonian? Speak or die.	PISTOL Under which king, besonian? Speak or die.
SHALLOW 100 Under King Harry.	SHALLOW Under King Harry.
PISTOL Harry the Fourth, or Fifth?	PISTOL Harry the Fourth, or Fifth?
SHALLOW Harry the Fourth.	SHALLOW Harry the Fourth.
PISTOL A foutre for thine office!— Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king. 105 Harry the Fifth’s the man. I speak the truth. When Pistol lies, do this (he makes an obscene gesture) and fig me, like The bragging Spaniard.	PISTOL A foutre for thine office!— Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king. Harry the Fifth’s the man. I speak the truth. When Pistol lies, do this (he makes an obscene gesture) and fig me, like The bragging Spaniard.
FALSTAFF What, is the old king dead?	FALSTAFF What, is the old king dead?
PISTOL As nail in door. The things I speak are just.	PISTOL As nail in door. The things I speak are just.
FALSTAFF 110 Away, Bardolph.—Saddle my horse.—Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land, ’tis thine. Pistol, I will double-charge thee with dignities.	FALSTAFF Away, Bardolph.—Saddle my horse.—Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land, ’tis thine. Pistol, I will double-charge thee with dignities.
BARDOLPH O joyful day! I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.	BARDOLPH O joyful day! I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.
PISTOL What, I do bring good news!	PISTOL What, I do bring good news!
FALSTAFF 115 Carry Master Silence to bed.—Master Shallow, my Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt. I am Fortune’s steward. Get on	FALSTAFF Carry Master Silence to bed.—Master Shallow, my Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt. I am Fortune’s steward. Get on
thy boots. We’ll ride all night.—O sweet Pistol!—Away, Bardolph!	thy boots. We’ll ride all night.—O sweet Pistol!—Away, Bardolph!
Exit BARDOLPH	Exit BARDOLPH
Come, Pistol, utter more to me, and withal devise something 120 to do thyself good. Boot, boot, Master Shallow. I know the young King is sick for me. Let us take any man’s horses. The laws of England are at my commandment. Blessed are they that have been my friends, and woe to my Lord Chief Justice!	Come, Pistol, utter more to me, and withal devise something to do thyself good. Boot, boot, Master Shallow. I know the young King is sick for me. Let us take any man’s horses. The laws of England are at my commandment. Blessed are they that have been my friends, and woe to my Lord Chief Justice!
PISTOL 125 Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also! “Where is the life that late I led?” say they. Why, here it is. Welcome these pleasant days.	PISTOL Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also! “Where is the life that late I led?” say they. Why, here it is. Welcome these pleasant days.
Exeunt	Exeunt