Henry V Page #3

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I do confess my fault and do

submit me to your highness' mercy.

- To which we all appeal.

- The mercy that was quick in us of late...

by your own counsel

is suppressed and killed.

You must not dare for shame

to talk of mercy!

For your own reasons turn into your bosoms

as dogs upon their masters worrying you.

See you, my princes and my noble

peers, these English monsters.

What shall I say to thee,

Lord Scroop,

thou cruel, ingrateful,

savage and inhuman creature?

Thou knave thou!

Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels,

that knewest the very bottom of my soul,

that almost mightst have

coined me into gold,

which thou have practiced

on me for thy use.

May it be possible

that foreign hire...

could out of thee extract one spark

of evil that might annoy my finger?

'Tis so strange...

that though the truth of it stand

off as gross as black and white,

my eye will scarcely see it.

So... constant and unspotted

didst thou seem...

that this thy fall

hath left a kind of blot...

to mark

the full-fraught man...

and best indued

with some suspicion.

I will weep for thee.

For this revolt of thine, methinks,

is like another fall of man.

I arrest thee of high treason by the

name of Richard Earl of Cambridge.

I arrest thee of high treason by the name

of Thomas Grey, Knight of Northumberland.

I arrest thee of high treason by the

name of Henry Lord Scroop of Masham.

Hear your sentence.

You have conspired

against our royal person,

joined with an enemy

proclaimed and from his coffers...

received the golden earnest

of our death wherein.

You would have sold your king

to slaughter,

his princes and his peers

to servitude,

his subjects to oppression

and contempt...

and his whole kingdom

into desolation!

Get you therefore hence, poor

miserable wretches, to your death,

the taste whereof God of his mercy

give you patience to endure...

and true repentance

of all your dear offenses.

Bear them hence.

Now, Lords, for France,

the enterprise whereof shall

be to you, as us, like glorious,

since God so graciously hath brought to light

this dangerous treason lurking in our way.

Cheerly to sea.

The signs of war advance.

No king of England

if not king of France.

Prithee, honey-sweet husband,

let me bring thee to staines.

No, for my manly heart

doth yearn.

Bardolph, be blithe.

Nym, rouse

thy vaunting veins.

Boy, bristle

thy courage up.

For Falstaff is dead,

and we must yearn therefore.

Would I were with him, wheresome'er

he is, either in heaven or in hell.

Nay, sure,

he's not in hell.

He's in Arthur's bosom, if ever

a man went to Arthur's bosom.

He made a finer end and went away

an it had been any Christian child.

He parted even

just between 12:
00 and 1:00,

even at the turning of the tide.

For after I saw him

fumble with the sheets...

and play with flowers and

smile upon his finger's ends,

I knew there was

but one way.

For his nose

was as sharp as a pen,

and he babbled of green fields.

"How now, Sir John," quoth I.

"What, man?

Be of good cheer."

So he cried out,

"God, God,

God,"

Three or four times.

Now I, to comfort him, bid him

he should not think of God.

I hoped there was no need to trouble himself

with any such thoughts yet.

He bade me put

more clothes on his feet.

I put my hand under the bed

and felt them,

and they were as cold

as any stone.

Then I felt to his knees,

and so upward... and upward,

and all was as...

cold as any stone.

They say he cried out for sack.

That he did.

And of women.

No, that he did not.

Yeah, that he did.

He said they were...

devils incarnate.

He could never abide carnation.

It was a color he never liked.

He said once the devil

would have him about women.

Well, he did in some sort...

handle women.

But then he was rheumatic and

talked of the whore of Babylon.

Do you not remember he saw a flea

stick upon Bardolph's nose?

He said it was a black soul

burning in hell.

Well, the fuel is gone

that maintained that fire.

That's all the riches

I got in his service.

Whall we shog?

The king will be gone

from Southampton.

Farewell, hostess.

I cannot kiss.

That's the humor of it.

But...

Adieu.

Let housewifery appear.

Keep close.

I thee command.

Farewell.

Adieu.

Follow, follow.

For who is he whose chin is but

enriched with one appearing hair...

that will not follow these

culled and choice-drawn cavaliers...

to France?

Thus comes the English...

with full power upon us,

and more than carefully it us concerns

to answer royally in our defenses.

Therefore,

the dukes of Berri...

and of Bretagne,

of Brabant and of Orleans

shall make forth.

And you, prince Dauphin...

My most redoubted father,

it is most meet we arm us

against the foe.

For peace itself

should not so dull a kingdom,

but the defenses, musters,

preparations should be maintained,

assembled and collected,

as were a war in expectation.

Therefore, I say 'tis meet

we all go forth to view...

the sick and feeble

parts of France.

And let us do it

with no show of fear!

No, with no more than if we heard

that England were busied with,

uh, a Whitsun morris dance.

For, my good liege, she is so idly

kinged by a vain, giddy, shallow,

humorous youth,

that fear attends her not.

O peace, prince dauphin.

You're too much mistaken

in this king.

Question, your grace,

the late ambassadors.

With what great state

he heard their embassy,

how well supplied

with noble counselors,

how modest in exception

and withal how terrible...

in constant resolution.

Well, 'tis not so,

my lord high constable.

Though we think it so,

'tis no matter.

In matters of defense, 'tis best to weigh

the enemy more mighty than he seems.

Think we king Harry strong.

And, princes, look you

strongly armed to meet him.

For he is bred

out of that bloody strain...

that haunted us

in our familiar paths.

Witness our too-much

memorable shame...

when cressy battle

fatally was struck...

and all our princes captived...

by the hand

of that black name,

Edward,

black prince of Wales.

This is a stem

of that victorious stalk.

And let us fear

the native mightiness...

and fate of him.

Ambassadors from Harry, king of England,

do crave admittance to your majesty.

Go and bring them.

You see, this chase

is hotly followed, friends.

Good my sovereign,

take up the English short,

and let them know of what a

monarchy you are the head.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile

a sin as self-neglecting.

From our brother England?

From him, and thus

he greets your majesty.

He wills you, in the

name of God almighty,

that you divest yourself

and lay apart...

the borrowed glories

that by gift of heaven,

by law of nature

and of nations,

belongs to him

and to his heirs.

Namely, the crown.

Willing you overlook

this pedigree.

And when you find him

evenly derived...

from his most famed of famous

ancestors, Edward the III,

he bids you then resign your crown

and kingdom, indirectly held from him,

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