Henry V Page #2

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For now sits expectation

in the air...

and hides a sword,

from hilts unto the point,

with crowns imperial,

crowns and coronets...

promised to Harry and his followers.

Well met, Corporal Nym.

Good morrow,

Lieutenant Bardolph.

What, are you and Ancient Pistol friends yet?

For my part, I care not.

I say little,

but when time shall serve,

there shall be smiles.

But that shall be as it may.

Come, I will bestow a breakfast

to make you friends,

and we'll be all three

sworn brothers to France.

- Let it be so, good corporal.

- I will do as I may.

It is certain, corporal, that Ancient

Pistol is married to Nell quickly.

For certainly she did you wrong,

for you were betrothed to her.

How now, mine host Pistol?

Base tyke!

Callest thou me host?

Now, by this hand,

I swear I scorn the term!

Nor shall my Nell

keep lodgers!

No, by my troth,

not long.

For we can't lodge or board

a dozen or 14 gentlewomen...

who live honestly

by the prick of their needles,

but it shall be thought

we keep a bawdy house straight.

- Pish!

- Pish for thee, Iceland dog!

Good Corporal Nym,

show thy valor

and put up thy sword.

- Will you shog off?

Pistol, I will prick your guts

a little in good terms, as I may.

That's the humor of it.

- Braggart vile!

- Ahh, hear me when I say,

he that strikes

the first stroke,

I'll run him up to the hilts,

as I'm a soldier.

An oath of mickle might,

and fury shall abate.

My host Pistol!

You must come to my master,

and you, hostess!

He's very sick

and would to bed.

Good Bardolph, put thy face between his

sheets and do the office of a warming pan.

- Away, you rogue.

Faith, he's very ill.

By my troth,

the king has killed his heart.

Good husband,

come home presently.

Come, shall I make you two friends?

We must to France together.

Why the devil should we keep

nives to cut one another's throats?

You'll pay me the eight shillings

I won of you at betting?

Base is the slave that pays.

By this sword,

he that makes the first thrust,

I'll kill him,

by this sword, I will.

If ever you come of women,

come in quickly to Sir John.

He is so shaked with

a burning quotidian fever...

that it is most lamentable

to behold.

Sweet men, come to him.

Poor Sir John.

A good portly man of faith.

Aye, to a cheerful look,

a pleasing eye...

and a most noble carriage.

But do I not dwindle?

My skin hangs about me

like an old lady's loose gown.

Company, villainous company

have been the spoil of me.

Whoo!

Hey! Hey!

I was as virtuous

as a gentleman need to be.

Virtuous enough.

Swore a little.

Diced not above

seven days a week.

Went to a bawdy house

not above once in the quarter.

- Ohhh!

Paid money that I borrowed,

three or four times.

Lived well

and in good compass.

What? You were so fat,

Sir John,

that you must indeed

be out of all compass.

Do thou amend thy face,

and I'll amend my life.

If sack and sugar be a fault,

then God help the wicked.

Mmm? If to be old

and merry is a sin,

if to be fat

is to be hated,

then no, my good lord,

when thou art king,

banish Pistol, banish Bardolph,

banish Nym.

But sweet Jack Falstaff,

Aliant Jack Falstaff,

and therefore more valiant

being as he is,

old Jack falstaff,

banish not him

thy Harry's company.

Banish plump Jack,

and banish all the world.

I do. I will.

but we have heard the

chimes at midnight, master Harry.

Jesus.

The days that we have seen.

I know thee not, old man.

The king hath run

bad humors on the knight.

Nym, thou hast

spoke the right.

His heart is fracted

and... corroborate.

The king's a good king,

but it must be as it may.

He passes some humors

and careers.

Let us condole the knight,

for, lambkins,

we will live.

The French, advised

by good intelligence...

of this most dreadful

preparation,

shake in their fear...

and with pale policy seek

to divert the English purposes.

Oh, England, model

to thy inward greatness.

Like a little body

with a mighty heart.

What mightst thou do

that honor would thee do...

were all thy children

kind and natural?

But see, thy fault France

hath in thee found out.

A nest of hollow bosoms which he

fills with treacherous crowns...

and three corrupted men.

One, Richard Earl of Cambridge,

and the second,

Henry Lord Scroop of Masham,

and the third, Sir Thomas Grey, knight,

of Northumberland,

have for the gilt of France...

oh, guilt indeed...

confirmed conspiracy

with fearful France,

and by their hands

this grace of kings must die,

ere he take ship for France.

The traitors are agreed.

The king is set from London,

and the scene

is now transported, gentles,

to Southhampton.

Before God, his grace is bold

to trust these traitors.

They shall be apprehended

by and by.

How smooth and even

they do bear themselves,

as if allegiance in their bosoms sat

crowned with faith and constant loyalty.

The king hath note of all they intend by

interception which they dream not of.

Nay, but the man

that was his bedfellow,

whom he hath dulled and cloyed

with gracious favors...

That he should,

for a foreign purse,

so sell his sovereign's life

to death and treachery.

Now sits the wind fair,

and we will aboard.

My lord of Cambridge

and my kind lord of Masham...

and you, my gentle knight,

give me your thoughts.

Think you not that

the powers we bear with us...

will cut their passage

through the force of France?

No doubt, my liege, if each man

do his best. I doubt not that.

Never was monarch better feared

and loved than is your majesty.

We therefore have great

cause of thankfulness.

Uncle of Exeter, enlarge the

man committed yesterday...

that railed against

our person.

We consider it was excess of

wine that set him on,

And on his more advice

we pardon him.

That's mercy,

but too much security.

Let him be punished, lest example breed

by his sufferance, more of such a kind.

Oh, let us yet be merciful.

So may your highness,

and yet punish too.

Sir, you show great mercy

if you give him life...

after the taste

of much correction.

Alas, your too much love

and care of me...

are heavy orisons

against this poor wretch.

If little faults proceeding on

distemper shall not be winked at,

how shall we stretch our eye

when capital crimes, chewed,

swallowed and digested,

appear before us?

We'll yet enlarge that man,

though Cambridge,

Scroop and Grey,

in their dear care

and tender preservation...

of our person

would have him punished.

And now to

our French causes.

Who are the late commissioners?

I one, my lord.

Your highness bade me

ask for it today. So did you me.

- And I.

- Then, Richard Earl of cambridge, there is yours.

There yours,

Lord Scroop of Masham,

and sir knight, Grey of

Northumberland, this same is yours.

Read them...

and know...

I know your worthiness.

My Lord of Westmoreland,

uncle Exeter, we will aboard tonight.

Why, how now, gentlemen

what see you in those papers

that you lose so much complexion?

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