Henry IV, Pt. 2
Act V, Scene 3
Gloucestershire . Shallow’s orchard .
- Enter Sir John Falstaff , Shallow , Silence , Davy , Bardolph ,
- Page .
Shallow
1 - 4- Nay , you shall see my orchard , where , in an arbor , we will
- eat a last year’s pippin of mine own graffing , with a dish
- of caraways , and so forth . Come , cousin Silence — and then to
- bed .
Falstaff
5- ’Fore God , you have here goodly dwelling and rich .
Shallow
6 - 8- Barren , barren , barren , beggars all , beggars all , Sir John !
- Marry , good air . Spread , Davy , spread , Davy . Well said ,
- Davy .
Falstaff
9 - 10- This Davy serves you for good uses , he is your servingman
- and your husband .
Shallow
11 - 13- A good varlet , a good varlet , a very good varlet , Sir John .
- By the mass , I have drunk too much sack at supper . A good
- varlet . Now sit down , now sit down . Come , cousin .
Silence
14 - 20- Ah , sirrah , quoth ’a , we shall
- Singing .
- “ Do nothing but eat , and make good cheer ,
- And praise God for the merry year ,
- When flesh is cheap and females dear ,
- And lusty lads roam here and there
- So merrily ,
- And ever among so merrily .”
Falstaff
21 - 22- There’s a merry heart ! Good Master Silence , I’ll give you a
- health for that anon .
Shallow
23- Give Master Bardolph some wine , Davy .
Davy
24 - 27- Sweet sir , sit , I’ll be with you anon , most sweet sir , sit .
- Master page , good master page , sit . Proface ! What you want
- in meat , we’ll have in drink , but you must bear , the heart’s
- all .
- Exit .
Shallow
28 - 29- Be merry , Master Bardolph , and , my little soldier there , be
- merry .
Silence
30 - 34- Singing .
- “ Be merry , be merry , my wife has all ,
- For women are shrews , both short and tall ;
- ’Tis merry in hall when beards wags all ,
- And welcome merry Shrove - tide .
- Be merry , be merry .”
Falstaff
35 - 36- I did not think Master Silence had been a man of this
- mettle .
Silence
37- Who , I ? I have been merry twice and once ere now .
- Enter Davy .
Davy
38- To Bardolph .
- There’s a dish of leather - coats for you .
Shallow
39- Davy !
Davy
40- Your worship ! I’ll be with you straight . A cup of wine , sir ?
Silence
41 - 43- Singing .
- “ A cup of wine that’s brisk and fine ,
- And drink unto thee , leman mine ,
- And a merry heart lives long - a .”
Falstaff
44- Well said , Master Silence .
Silence
45- And we shall be merry , now comes in the sweet a’ th’ night .
Falstaff
46- Health and long life to you , Master Silence .
Silence
47 - 48- Singing .
- “ Fill the cup , and let it come ,
- I’ll pledge you a mile to th’ bottom .”
Shallow
49 - 53- Honest Bardolph , welcome . If thou want’st any thing , and
- wilt not call , beshrew thy heart . Welcome , my little tiny
- thief ,
- To the Page
- and welcome indeed too . I’ll drink to Master Bardolph , and
- to all the cabileros about London .
Davy
54- I hope to see London once ere I die .
Bardolph
55- And I might see you there , Davy !
Shallow
56 - 57- By the mass , you’ll crack a quart together , ha , will you
- not , Master Bardolph ?
Bardolph
58- Yea , sir , in a pottle - pot .
Shallow
59 - 61- By God’s liggens , I thank thee . The knave will stick by
- thee , I can assure thee that ’a will not out , ’a . ’Tis true
- bred !
Bardolph
62- And I’ll stick by him , sir .
Shallow
63 - 64- Why , there spoke a king . Lack nothing , be merry !
- One knocks at door .
- Look who’s at door there ho ! Who knocks ?
- Exit Davy .
Falstaff
65- To Silence , seeing him take off a bumper .
- Why , now you have done me right .
Silence
66 - 69- Singing .
- “ Do me right ,
- And dub me knight ,
- Samingo .”
- Is’t not so ?
Falstaff
70- ’Tis so .
Silence
71- Is’t so ? Why then say an old man can do somewhat .
- Enter Davy .
Davy
72 - 73- And’t please your worship , there’s one Pistol come from the
- court with news .
Falstaff
74 - 75- From the court ? Let him come in .
- Enter Pistol .
- How now , Pistol ?
Pistol
76- Sir John , God save you !
Falstaff
77- What wind blew you hither , Pistol ?
Pistol
78 - 79- Not the ill wind which blows no man to good . Sweet knight ,
- thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm .
Silence
80- By’r lady , I think ’a be , but goodman Puff of Barson .
Pistol
81 - 86- Puff ?
- Puff i’ thy teeth , most recreant coward base !
- Sir John , I am thy Pistol and thy friend ,
- And helter - skelter have I rode to thee ,
- And tidings do I bring , and lucky joys ,
- And golden times , and happy news of price .
Falstaff
87- I pray thee now deliver them like a man of this world .
Pistol
88 - 89- A foutre for the world and worldlings base !
- I speak of Africa and golden joys .
Falstaff
90 - 91- O base Assyrian knight , what is thy news ?
- Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof .
Silence
92- Singing .
- “ And Robin Hood , Scarlet , and John .”
Pistol
93 - 95- Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons ?
- And shall good news be baffled ?
- Then , Pistol , lay thy head in Furies’ lap .
Shallow
96- Honest gentleman , I know not your breeding .
Pistol
97- Why then lament therefore .
Shallow
98 - 101- Give me pardon , sir . If , sir , you come with news from the
- court , I take it there’s but two ways , either to utter them ,
- or conceal them . I am , sir , under the King , in some
- authority .
Pistol
102- Under which king , besonian ? Speak , or die .
Shallow
103- Under King Harry .
Pistol
104- Harry the Fourth , or Fifth ?
Shallow
105- Harry the Fourth .
Pistol
106 - 110- A foutre for thine office !
- Sir John , thy tender lambkin now is king ;
- Harry the Fifth’s the man . I speak the truth .
- When Pistol lies , do this , and fig me like
- The bragging Spaniard .
Falstaff
111- What , is the old king dead ?
Pistol
112- As nail in door . The things I speak are just .
Falstaff
113 - 115- Away , Bardolph ! Saddle my horse . Master Robert Shallow ,
- choose what office thou wilt in the land , ’tis thine .
- Pistol , I will double - charge thee with dignities .
Bardolph
116- O joyful day ! I would not take a knighthood for my fortune .
Pistol
117- What ? I do bring good news ?
Falstaff
118 - 125- Carry Master Silence to bed . Master Shallow , my Lord
- Shallow — be what thou wilt , I am Fortune’s steward — get on thy
- boots . We’ll ride all night . O sweet Pistol ! Away , Bardolph !
- Exit Bardolph .
- Come , Pistol , utter more to me , and withal devise something
- to do thyself good . Boot , boot , Master Shallow ! I know the
- young king is sick for me . Let us take any man’s horses , the
- laws of England are at my commandment . Blessed are they that
- have been my friends , and woe to my Lord Chief Justice !
Pistol
126 - 128- Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also !
- “ Where is the life that late I led ?” say they .
- Why , here it is , welcome these pleasant days !
- Exeunt .