Westminster. On the Route to the Abbey.
 Enter three GROOMS, strewing rushes.

1st Groom	More rushes, more rushes!

2nd Groom	The trumpets have sounded twice.

3rd Groom	'Twill be two o'clock ere they come from the coronation.
													[Exeunt.

                             Trumpets Sound.
             And the KING and his TRAIN pass over the stage.
   After them enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and the PAGE.

Falstaff	Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow, I will make the 
	king do you grace. I will leer upon him as a' comes by, 
	and do but mark the countenance that he will give me.

Pistol	God bless thy lungs, good knight.

Falstaff	Come here, Pistol, stand behind me. [To SHALLOW.] O, if I 
	had had time to have made new liveries, I would have 
	bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But 'tis no 
	matter; this poor show doth better; this doth infer the 
	zeal I had to see him.

Shalow	It doth so.

Falstaff	It shows my earnestness of affection - 

Pistol	It doth so.

Falstaff	My devotion - 

Shallow	It doth, it doth, it doth.

Falstaff	As it were, to ride day and night, and not to deliberate, 
	not to remember, not to have patience to shift me - 

Shallow	It is best, certain.

Falstaff	But to stand stained with travel and sweating with desire 
	to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting all affairs 
	else in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done 
	but to see him.

Pistol	'Tis semper idem, for absque hoc nihil est  - 'tis all in 
	every part.

Shallow	'Tis so indeed.

Pistol	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.

Falstaff	I will deliver her.
								[Shouts within. The trumpets sound.

Pistol	There roared the sea, and trumpet-clangour sounds.

   Re-enter the KING and his TRAIN, the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE among them.

Falstaff	God save thy grace, King Hal, my royal Hal!

Pistol	The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!

Falstaff	God save thee, my sweet boy!

King Henry V	My Lord Chief Justice, speak to that vain man.

Chief Justice	Have you your wits? Know you what 'tis you speak?

Falstaff	My king, my Jove, I speak to thee, my heart!

King Henry V	I know thee not, old man. Fall to thy prayers.
	How ill white hairs becomes a fool and jester!
	I have long dreamed of such a kind of man,
	So surfeit-swelled, so old, and so profane;
	But, being awaked, I do despise my dream.
	Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace;
	Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape
	For thee thrice wider than for other men.
	Reply not to me with a fool-born jest:
	Presume not that I am the thing I was,
	For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,
	That I have turned away my former self;
	So will I those that kept me company.
	When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
	Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast,
	The tutor and the feeder of my riots.
	Till then I banish thee, on pain of death,
	As I have done the rest of my misleaders,
	Not to come near our person by ten mile.
	For competence of life I will allow you,
	That lack of means enforce you not to evils;
	And as we hear you do reform yourselves,
	We will, according to your strengths and qualities,
	Give you advancement.
		[To CHIEF JUSTICE.]	Be it your charge, my lord,
	To see performed the tenor of our word.
	Set on!
									[Exeunt the KING and his TRAIN.

Falstaff	Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.

Shallow	Yea, marry, Sir John; which I beseech you to let me have 
	home with me.

Falstaff	That can hardly be, Master Shallow. Do not you grieve at 
	this; I shall be sent for in private to him. Look you, he 
	must seem thus to the world. Fear not your advancements; I 
	will be the man yet that shall make you great.

Shallow	I cannot perceive how, unless you give me your doublet and 
	stuff me out with straw. I beseech you, good Sir John, let 
	me have five hundred of my thousand.

Falstaff	Sir, I will be as good as my word. This that you heard was 
	but a colour.

Shallow	A colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John.

Falstaff	Fear no colours. Go with me to dinner. Come, Lieutenant 
	Pistol; come, Bardolph. I shall be sent for soon at night.

 Re-enter the CHIEF JUSTICE and Prince John of LANCASTER, with OFFICERS.

Chief Justice	Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet;
	Take all his company along with him.

Falstaff	My lord, my lord!

Chief Justice	I cannot now speak; I will hear you soon.
	Take them away.

Pistol	Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta.
					[Exeunt all but LANCASTER and CHIEF JUSTICE.

Lancaster	I like this fair proceeding of the king's.
	He hath intent his wonted followers
	Shall all be very well provided for,
	But all are banished till their conversations
	Appear more wise and modest to the world.

Chief Justice	And so they are.

Lancaster	The king hath called his parliament, my lord.

Chief Justice	He hath.

Lancaster	I will lay odds that ere this year expire
	We bear our civil swords and native fire
	As far as France. I heard a bird so sing,
	Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.
	Come, will you hence?
													[Exeunt.


                                EPILOGUE.

                             Enter EPILOGUE.

Epilogue	First my fear, then my curtsy, last my speech.
	My fear is your displeasure; my curtsy, my duty; and my 
	speech, to beg your pardons. If you look for a good speech 
	now, you undo me, for what I have to say is of mine own 
	making; and what indeed I should say will, I doubt, prove 
	mine own marring. But to the purpose, and so to the 
	venture. Be it known to you - as it is very well - I was 
	lately here in the end of a displeasing play, to pray your 
	patience for it, and to promise you a better. I meant 
	indeed to pay you with this, which if, like an ill 
	venture, it come unluckily home, I break, and you, my 
	gentle creditors, lose. Here I promised you I would be, 
	and here I commit my body to your mercies. Bate me some, 
	and I will pay you some, and, as most debtors do, promise 
	you infinitely. And so I kneel down before you - but 
	indeed to pray for the queen.
	If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will you 
	command me to use my legs? And yet that were but light 
	payment, to dance out of your debt. But a good conscience 
	will make any possible satisfaction, and so would I. All 
	the gentlewomen here have forgiven me; if the gentlemen 
	will not, then the gentlemen do not agree with the 
	gentlewomen, which was never seen before in such an 
	assembly.
	One word more, I beseech you. If you be not too much 
	cloyed with fat meat, our humble author will continue the 
	story, with Sir John in it, and make you merry with fair 
	Katharine of France; where, for anything I know, Falstaff 
	shall die of a sweat, unless already a' be killed with 
	your hard opinions; for Oldcastle died martyr, and this is 
	not the man. My tongue is weary; when my legs are too, I 
	will bid you good night.
													[Exit.
