ACT 2
Scene 4
...cannot abide swaggerers.
Enter Ancient Pistol, Bardolph, and Page.
God save you, Sir John.
...upon mine hostess.
I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two
bullets.
...man’s pleasure, I.
Then, to you, Mistress Dorothy! I will charge
you.
...for your master.
I know you, Mistress Dorothy.
...your shoulder? Much!
God let me not live but I will murder your ruff
for this.
...hither, Mistress Doll.
to Bardolph
Not I. I tell thee what, Corporal
Bardolph, I could tear her. I’ll be revenged of her.
...thee go down.
I’ll see her damned first to Pluto’s damnèd
lake, by this hand, to th’ infernal deep with Erebus
and tortures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I.
Down, down, dogs! Down, Fates! Have we not
Hiren here?
He draws his sword.
...aggravate your choler.
These be good humors indeed. Shall pack-horses
and hollow pampered jades of Asia, which
cannot go but thirty mile a day, compare with
Caesars and with cannibals and Troyant Greeks?
Nay, rather damn them with King Cerberus, and let
the welkin roar. Shall we fall foul for toys?
...a brawl anon.
Die men like dogs! Give crowns like pins! Have
we not Hiren here?
...sake, be quiet.
Then feed and be fat, my fair Calipolis. Come,
give ’s some sack. Si fortune me tormente, sperato
me contento. Fear we broadsides? No, let the fiend
give fire. Give me some sack, and, sweetheart, lie
thou there. Laying down his sword.
Come we to
full points here? And are etceteras nothings?
...would be quiet.
Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf. What, we have
seen the seven stars.
...a fustian rascal.
“Thrust him downstairs”? Know we not Galloway
nags?
...get you downstairs.
taking up his sword
What, shall we have
incision? Shall we imbrue? Then death rock me
asleep, abridge my doleful days. Why then, let
grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds untwind the Sisters
Three. Come, Atropos, I say.
...Get you downstairs.
They fight.
...your naked weapons.
Bardolph and Pistol exit.
ACT 5
Scene 3
...him come in.
Enter Pistol.
...How now, Pistol?
Sir John, God save you.
...you hither, Pistol?
Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.
Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men
in this realm.
...Puff of Barson.
Puff?
Puff in 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.
...of this world.
A foutre for the world and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys.
...Scarlet, and John.
Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons,
And shall good news be baffled?
Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies’ lap.
...not your breeding.
Why then, lament therefor.
...in some authority.
Under which king, besonian? Speak or die.
...Under King Harry.
Harry the Fourth, or Fifth?
...Harry the Fourth.
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.
Pistol makes a fig.
...old king dead?
As nail in door. The things I speak are just.
...for my fortune.
What, I do bring good news!
...Lord Chief Justice!
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.
They exit.
Scene 5
...coronation. Dispatch, dispatch.
After them enter Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph, and the Page.
...will give me.
God bless thy lungs, good knight!
...to see him.
’Tis semper idem, for obsque hoc nihil est; ’tis
all in every part.
...’Tis so indeed.
My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver, and
make thee rage. Thy Doll and Helen of thy noble
thoughts is in base durance and contagious prison,
haled thither by most mechanical and dirty hand.
Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto’s
snake, for Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.
...The trumpets sound.
There roared the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.
...my royal Hal.
The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!
...Take them away.
Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta.
All but John of Lancaster and Chief Justice exit.