Henry V Page #3

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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

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