Henry IV, Pt. 2
Act 5, Scene 3
Gloucestershire. Shallow’s orchard.
- Enter Sir John Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, Davy, Bardolph,
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- Nay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbor, we will
- eat a last year’s pippin of mine own graffing, with a dish
- of caraways, and so forth. Come, cousin Silence—and then to
- ’Fore God, you have here goodly dwelling and rich.
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- Barren, barren, barren, beggars all, beggars all, Sir John!
- Marry, good air. Spread, Davy, spread, Davy. Well said,
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- This Davy serves you for good uses, he is your servingman
- and your husband.
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- 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.
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- Ah, sirrah, quoth ’a, we shall
- “Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,
- 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.”
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- There’s a merry heart! Good Master Silence, I’ll give you a
- health for that anon.
- Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.
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- 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
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- Be merry, Master Bardolph, and, my little soldier there, be
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- “Be merry, be merry, my wife has all,
- For women are shrews, both short and tall;
- ’Tis merry in hall when beards wags all,
- And welcome merry Shrove-tide.
- Be merry, be merry.”
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- I did not think Master Silence had been a man of this
- Who, I? I have been merry twice and once ere now.
- Enter Davy.
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- To Bardolph.
- There’s a dish of leather-coats for you.
- Your worship! I’ll be with you straight. A cup of wine, sir?
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- “A cup of wine that’s brisk and fine,
- And drink unto thee, leman mine,
- And a merry heart lives long-a.”
- Well said, Master Silence.
- And we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet a’ th’ night.
- Health and long life to you, Master Silence.
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- “Fill the cup, and let it come,
- I’ll pledge you a mile to th’ bottom.”
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- Honest Bardolph, welcome. If thou want’st any thing, and
- wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. Welcome, my little tiny
- To the Page
- and welcome indeed too. I’ll drink to Master Bardolph, and
- to all the cabileros about London.
- I hope to see London once ere I die.
- And I might see you there, Davy!
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- By the mass, you’ll crack a quart together, ha, will you
- not, Master Bardolph?
- Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot.
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- By God’s liggens, I thank thee. The knave will stick by
- thee, I can assure thee that ’a will not out, ’a. ’Tis true
- And I’ll stick by him, sir.
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- Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing, be merry!
- One knocks at door.
- Look who’s at door there ho! Who knocks?
- Exit Davy.
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- To Silence, seeing him take off a bumper.
- Why, now you have done me right.
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- “Do me right,
- And dub me knight,
- Is’t not so?
- ’Tis so.
- Is’t so? Why then say an old man can do somewhat.
- Enter Davy.
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- And’t please your worship, there’s one Pistol come from the
- court with news.
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- From the court? Let him come in.
- Enter Pistol.
- How now, Pistol?
- Sir John, God save you!
- What wind blew you hither, Pistol?
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- Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet knight,
- thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm.
- By’r lady, I think ’a be, but goodman Puff of Barson.
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- Puff i’ 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.
- I pray thee now deliver them like a man of this world.
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- A foutre for the world and worldlings base!
- I speak of Africa and golden joys.
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- O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?
- Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
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- “And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.”
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- Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
- And shall good news be baffled?
- Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies’ lap.
- Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
- Why then lament therefore.
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- 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 conceal them. I am, sir, under the King, in some
- Under which king, besonian? Speak, or die.
- Under King Harry.
- Harry the Fourth, or Fifth?
- Harry the Fourth.
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- 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, and fig me like
- The bragging Spaniard.
- What, is the old king dead?
- As nail in door. The things I speak are just.
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- 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.
- O joyful day! I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.
- What? I do bring good news?
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- 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!
- Exit Bardolph.
- 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!
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- 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!