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Henry V: Act 5, Scene 1

Henry V
Act 5, Scene 1

France. The English Court of Guard.

  1. Enter Fluellen and Gower.

Gower

2 - 3
  1. Nay, that’s right; but why wear you your leek today? Saint
  2. Davy’s day is past.

Fluellen

4 - 13
  1. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all
  2. things. I will tell you asse my friend, Captain Gower: the
  3. rascally, scald, beggarly, lousy, pragging knave, Pistol,
  4. which you and yourself, and all the world, know to be no
  5. petter than a fellow, look you now, of no merits, he is come
  6. to me, and prings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and
  7. bid me eat my leek. It was in a place where I could not
  8. breed no contention with him; but I will be so bold as to
  9. wear it in my cap till I see him once again, and then I will
  10. tell him a little piece of my desires.
  1. Enter Pistol.

Gower

15
  1. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock.

Fluellen

16 - 18
  1. ’Tis no matter for his swellings nor his turkey-cocks. God
  2. pless you, Aunchient Pistol! You scurvy, lousy knave, God
  3. pless you!

Pistol

19 - 21
  1. Ha, art thou bedlam? Dost thou thirst, base Troyan,
  2. To have me fold up Parca’s fatal web?
  3. Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.

Fluellen

22 - 26
  1. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave, at my desires,
  2. and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this
  3. leek; because, look you, you do not love it, nor your
  4. affections, and your appetites, and your digestions doo’s
  5. not agree with it, I would desire you to eat it.

Pistol

27
  1. Not for Cadwallader and all his goats.

Fluellen

28 - 30
  1. There is one goat for you.
  2. Strikes him.
  3. Will you be so good, scald knave, as eat it?

Pistol

31
  1. Base Troyan, thou shalt die.

Fluellen

32 - 38
  1. You say very true, scald knave, when God’s will is. I will
  2. desire you to live in the mean time, and eat your victuals.
  3. Come, there is sauce for it.
  4. Strikes him.
  5. You call’d me yesterday mountain-squire, but I will make you
  6. today a squire of low degree. I pray you fall to; if you can
  7. mock a leek, you can eat a leek.

Gower

39
  1. Enough, captain, you have astonish’d him.

Fluellen

40 - 42
  1. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will
  2. peat his pate four days. Bite, I pray you, it is good for
  3. your green wound and your ploody coxcomb.

Pistol

43
  1. Must I bite?

Fluellen

44 - 45
  1. Yes, certainly, and out of doubt and out of question too,
  2. and ambiguities.

Pistol

46 - 47
  1. By this leek, I will most horribly revengeI eat and eatI
  2. swear

Fluellen

48 - 49
  1. Eat, I pray you. Will you have some more sauce to your leek?
  2. There is not enough leek to swear by.

Pistol

50
  1. Quiet thy cudgel, thou dost see I eat.

Fluellen

51 - 54
  1. Much good do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, pray you throw
  2. none away, the skin is good for your broken coxcomb. When
  3. you take occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you mock
  4. at ’em, that is all.

Pistol

55
  1. Good.

Fluellen

56 - 57
  1. Ay, leeks is good. Hold you, there is a groat to heal your
  2. pate.

Pistol

58
  1. Me a groat?

Fluellen

59 - 60
  1. Yes, verily, and in truth you shall take it, or I have
  2. another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat.

Pistol

61
  1. I take thy groat in earnest of revenge.

Fluellen

62 - 64
  1. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels; you shall
  2. be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels. God buy
  3. you, and keep you, and heal your pate.
  1. Exit.

Pistol

66
  1. All hell shall stir for this.

Gower

67 - 75
  1. Go, go, you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will you mock
  2. at an ancient tradition, begun upon an honorable respect,
  3. and worn as a memorable trophy of predeceas’d valor, and
  4. dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? I have seen
  5. you gleeking and galling at this gentleman twice or thrice.
  6. You thought, because he could not speak English in the
  7. native garb, he could not therefore handle an English
  8. cudgel. You find it otherwise, and henceforth let a Welsh
  9. correction teach you a good English condition. Fare ye well.
  1. Exit.

Pistol

77 - 86
  1. Doth Fortune play the huswife with me now?
  2. News have I that my Doll is dead i’ th’ spittle
  3. Of a malady of France,
  4. And there my rendezvous is quite cut off.
  5. Old I do wax, and from my weary limbs
  6. Honor is cudgell’d. Well, bawd I’ll turn,
  7. And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand.
  8. To England will I steal, and there I’ll steal;
  9. And patches will I get unto these cudgell’d scars,
  10. And swear I got them in the Gallia wars.
  1. Exit.
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