Henry IV, Pt. 2
Epilogue1 - 17
- First my fear, then my cur’sy, last my speech. My fear, is
- your displeasure, my cur’sy, my duty, and my speech, to beg
- your pardons. If you look for a good speech now, you undo
- me, for what I have to say is of mine own making, and what
- indeed (I should say) will (I doubt) prove mine own marring.
- But to the purpose, and so to the venture. Be it known to
- you, as it is very well, I was lately here in the end of a
- displeasing play, to pray your patience for it and to
- promise you a better. I meant indeed to pay you with this,
- which if like an ill venture it come unluckily home, I
- break, and you, my gentle creditors, lose. Here I promis’d
- you I would be, and here I commit my body to your mercies.
- Bate me some, and I will pay you some, and (as most debtors
- do) promise you infinitely; and so I kneel down before
- you—but, indeed, to pray for the Queen.
- If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will you command me to use my legs? And yet that were but light payment, to dance out of your debt. But a good conscience will make any possible satisfaction, and so would I. All the gentlewomen here have forgiven me; if the gentlemen will not, then the gentlemen do not agree with the gentlewomen, which was never seen in such an assembly.
- One word more, I beseech you. If you be not too much cloy’d with fat meat, our humble author will continue the story, with Sir John in it, and make you merry with fair Katherine of France, where (for any thing I know) Falstaff shall die of a sweat, unless already ’a be kill’d with your hard opinions; for Oldcastle died a martyr, and this is not the man. My tongue is weary, when my legs are too, I will bid you good night.