- What stand'st thou idle here? - Give me leave to breathe awhile.
The Great Turk never did such deeds in arms as I have done...
...this day, I have paid Percy. - Indeed, and living to kill thee.
If I mistake not, thou art Harry.
Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name.
- My name is Harry Percy. - One England can not brook'...
...a double reign, of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.
Nor shall it, for the hour is come to end the one of us.
Well said, Hal! To it, Hal!
Go on, boy!
It will be not easy, Percy!
Harry, thou hast robb'd me of youth.
I better brook the loss of brittle life, than those proud titles...
...thou hast won of me. They wound my thought worse than...
...thy sword my flesh, but thought's the slave of life...
...and life, time's fool, and time must have a stop.
O, I could prophesy...
...but that the earthly and cold hand of death lies on my tongue.
Percy...
...thou are dust, and food for...
...for worms, brave Percy.
Fare thee well, great heart.
Ill weav'd ambition when that this body did...
...contain a spirit, a kingdom for it was too small a bound...
...but now two paces of heaven, is room enough.
This earth bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Adieu!
What old acquaintance.
Could not all this flesh keep in a little life?
Farewell, poor Jack. I could have better spar'd a better man.
Embowell'd will I see thee by and by.
Embowell'd?
If thou embowell me to-day, powder and eat me later.
I hath to pretend to be dead.
The better part of value is discretion.
In the which better part I have saved my life.
Lord, why tis brave Percy!
I'll swear I did it.
The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours.
'Tis the ending that awaits for every rebel.
Ill-spirited Worcester...
...did we not send grace, pardon and terms of love to all of you?
- I've done, as my safety urg'd. - Bear him to the death.
Other offenders we will pause on.
Brother, let's go to the hill to see who cometh.
There is Percy.
If your father will do me any honour, so...
...if not, let him kill the next Percy himself.
Why, Percy I killed myself and saw thee dead.
Lord, how this world is given to lying!
I was down and out of breath, and so was he; but we rose...
...at an instant, and fought a long hour.
I shall not be any less than an Earl or Duke.
Father!
Another glorious day such as this...
...and we will and rebellion in our kingdom.
Falstaff, thou shall go with prince John of Lancaster...
...against Nothumberland. - No dangerous project...
...can keep me away.
I will not be here forever, but these tricks...
...from England I findst tiring.
Falstaff, the king will have thee part from Harry.
Nay, I owest to thy wit.
Prince of Lancaster! This young sober-blooded boy...
...doth not love me, nor a man cannot make him laugh.
But there's not marvel, he drinks no wine.
There's never any of these demure boys come to any proof.
The drink doth so over-cool their blood, that they are...
...generally fools and cowards, which come of us would be too...
...but for inflammation.
A good sherris-sack that a twofold operation...
...it ascendens me into the brain, dries me then all the foolish...
...and dull vapours wich environ it, makes it quick...
...full of nimble, fiery and delectable shapes...
...which deliver'd to the tongue, which is the birth...
...becomes excellent wit.
The other property of your excellent sherris is the warmth.
The blood warms up, and makes it course from inside.
Hereof comes it that prince Hal is valiant.
For the cold blood he inherited of his father...
...he manured and water'd with endeavour of...
...drinking good fertile sherris...
...that he is become very hot and valiant.
If I had a thousand sons I would teach them to quit...
...any thin drink and to addict themselves to...
...sack.
"The reing of king Henry IV, wast from the beginning...
...by rebellion, but it the year or Our Lord 1408...
...the last of his enemies hath been defeated.
That year, the king spent Christmastime in London...
...but his health was undermined through sickness."
Many good-morrows your majesty.
- Is it good-morrows, lords? - 'Tis one o'clock and past.
Why, then good-morrows, my lords.
Where is the Prince of Wales? Where is he?
Is not his brother John of Lancaster, with him?
- No, my good lord, he is here. - Thou must sleep, my lord...
...thou hath been sick for fifteen days, it shall wreck thy health.
- What would my lord? - Thou should at Windsor...
...with thy brother. - He dines in on London.
And how accompanied?
With Poins and other his continual followers.
Most subjet is the fattest soil to weeds.
And he, the noble image of my youth, is overspread with them.
My grief streches itself beyond the hour of death.
The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape...
...in froms imaginary...
...the unguided days and rotten times that you shall look...
...upon when I'm sleeping with my ancestors.
My good lord, you look beyond him quite.
The prince will, in time, cast off his followers.
'Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her comb.
Enter not, he hath a fit.
He cannot long hold art these pangs.
The incessant labour of his mind hath...
...worn out the shell that contains life.
The crown. Give me the crown.
Set it upon my pillow.
Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends.
Unless some dull and favourable hand will whisper...
...music to my weary spirit.
Call for the music in the other room!
I fear the people...
...for, it hast seen montruos deliveries from Nature.
Seasons hast changed their weather, as if the year...
...would have leaped some months.
The river hardly hath any water running...
...and the old wise man, he who speak'st of past times...
...says the same happened but once before...
...when' the great king Edward was sick, close to death.
How many of my poorest subjects are at this hour asleep?
O, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse...
...how I have frighted thee, that thou no more wilt weigh...
...my eyelids down, and steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Why, rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, upon'...
...uneasy pallets stretching thee, and hush'd with buzzing night...
...flies to thy slumber, than in the perfum'd chambers...
...of the great, under canopies of costly state, and lull'd with...
...sounds of sweetest melody?
O, thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile...
...in loathsome beds, and leav'st the kingly couch a watch-case...
...or a common larum bell?
Wilt thou upon the high mast seal up the ship-boy's eyes...
...and rock his brains in cradle of the rure imperious surge...
...and in the visitation of the winds, who take the billows...
...by the top, hanging them with deafening clamour in the...
...slippery shrouds, that with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Canst thou, o partial sleep...
...give thy repose to the wet...
...sea-boy in an hour so rude...
...and in the calmest and stillest night...
...with all appliances and means to boot...
...deny it to a king?
Then, happy low.
Lie down...
...uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Before God, I am exceeding weary.
Is it come to that?
I had thought weariness durst not have attacked one of...
...so high blood. - It does me...
...thou it discolours the complexion of my greatness.
- God save your grace. - And yours, most noble Bardolph.
- And how doth thy master? - In bodily health.
"Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of the king...
...nearest his father, Harry, Prince of Wales, greeting.
Be not too familiar with..." The ass takest too many a liberty.
"Be not too familiar with Poins, for he misuses thy favours...
...so much that he swears thou art to marry his sister Nell.
My lord, I'll make him eat it!
Repent at idle times as thou mayest, and so farewell.
Thine, by yea and no, as thou usest him...
...Jack Falstaff with friends, John with siblings...
...and Sir John with all Europe." Is he in London?
Yes, my lord, with Mrs. Doll.
Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper?
You boy, Bardolph, no word to your master that I am to London.
- There's for your silence. - I have no tongue, sir.
For mine, sir, I'll govern it.
Doth it now show vilely in me to desire small beer?
How many young princes would do as thy, their fathers being...
...so sick as yours at this time?
Let the devil carry me away if I listen to thy to-morrow!
Do you use me thus, must I marry your sister, Nelly?
God send the wench have no worse fate. But I never said so.
- Come, Ned. - I'll be thy shadow.
I follow thy, my lord.
Lord!
My heart bleeds inwardly that my father is so sick.
Sir John, thou art so fat, that I dare say thou wilt last not.
There you are!
- Around, I mighst be... - Two yards, or more.
Round the waist, about the same. I speak not of plentyfulness...
...but of sorrows.
I shall have to sack some of mine. There art no other way.
I shall take Bardolph, he shall pour for me.
That be a pleasant task.
Lads...
...I am left penniless.
Doll...
Is that all the comfort you give me?
Who knock'st on the door thus?
- You muddy raskal! - You make fat raskals.
I make them not, gluttony and diseases make them.
If the cook help to make the gluttony...
...you help to the diseases. Those we catch of you.
To come of the breach with his pike bent bravely...
...to venture upon the charged chamber bravely...
Hang yourself, you muddy conger!
You two never meet, but you fall to some discord.
You art both as gouty as dry toasts.
You have drunk too much Canaries, good wine.
- How art thou? - Better than before.
Well said.
Thy goodness, shines as gold.
What the good year, one must bear, and that must be you.
Sir, Pistol would speak with you.
Pistol?
It is the foul-mouth'dst rogue in England!
- Hang him, swaggering raskal! - Swagger?
Empty the chamberpot.
- Lf he swagger, let him not in. - He art no swagger.
A tame cheater, you may stroke him as a puppy greyhound.
- Pistol! - God save you, Sir John.
I charge you with a cup of sack, do you discharge upon...
...my hostess. - I will, with two bullets.
She is pistol-proof, you shall hardly offend her.
Then to you, Mrs. Dorothy, I will charge you.
- Charge me? You scurvy raskal? - My sword, Bardolph.
I'll thrust my knife as you play the savoy cuttle with me.
I'll murder your ruff for this.
- Pistol, I would not have go off. - Nay, not here, good captain.
- Captain? - Come dawn, captain.
Captain for what? For tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy?
Shall packhorses of Asia, compare with Caessars...
...and with Cannibals, and Trojan Greeks? Canst thou hear me?
You raskal!
Untwine the Sisters Three!
Are you not hurt in the groin?
Me thought he made a shrewd thrust at your belly.
The raskal!
- You sweet little rogue. - You huge raskal...!
Thou whoreson little boar-pig...
O love, how thou sweatest!
The raskal fled as if mercury.
Let me wipe thy face. Come on, you chops...
O, rogue, i'faith I love thee.
- I shall have him killed! - Make it an order if thou...
...lovest me, and I shall be gratefull between my bedsheets.
- The music is come, sir. - Let them play!
Let them play!
What wilt thou have? I shall receive money on Monday.
Thou shalt have a cap to-morrow.
Come, sing a merry song and make me gay!
Thou wilt forget me when I am gone.
Thou wilt set me a weeping an thou sayest so.
Kiss me, Doll.
Is it not strange that desire should so outlive performance?
Thou dost give flattering busses.
I kiss thee with a most constant heart.
I am old.
I love thee better than I love e'er a young boy.
An the Prince...?
- What humour is the prince of? - Yes.
- A good shallow young fellow. - Didst thou cut an ear off?
- And Poins, he a good wit? - Poins, a wit?
Let us beat him before his whore?
Poins and the prince are such another.
A bastard son of the king's!
And art thou not Poins, his brother?
My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge.
How, you fat fool!
- Stuffed pork! - No abuse, Hal.
Thou globe of sinful continents.
Thou art the most pleasant and raskal of a prince.
How vilely did you speak of me even now before this...
...honest gentlewoman? - I did not think thou wast here.
And you knew me, as you did when you ran away by Gadshill.
You spoke it on purpose to try my patience.
I dispraised thee before the wicked, that they might not...
...fall in love with thee, and thy father is to thank me for it.
And now, whether fear or cowardice, thou wrong this lady.
- Is Doll of the wicked? - Is thine hostess?
Or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his nose?
The fiend hath picked down Bardolph. For the women...
...one of them, she is in hell already, and burns, poor soul.
The other, I owe money to, if she be damned for that, I know not.
By the way, have I not shrunk considerably?
My skin hangs off as that of an old woman's.
Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor of my water?
He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy water, but...
...for the party that owned it, he might have many diseases.
Men take a pride to gird at me; the brain of this foolish old'...
...is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter...
...more than I invent or is invented on me.
I am not only witty in myself, but the cause wit is in others.
I feel guilty of using up such precious time.
I tell thee, my heart bleeds inwardly that my father is sick.
- Shall I tell thee one thing? - Yes, and let it be witty.
It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine.
Go to...
...I stand the push of your one thing that you will tell.
I could tell to thee, as to one it pleased me to call my friend...
...I could be sad. Sad indeed.
Very hardly upon such a subject.
That think'st me as far in the devil's book as thou and I?
An old lord at the Counsel, told me off the other day...
...thruogh thee, but I listened not to him. But he wast right.
- And on the street, too. - Wisdom is shouting on the...
...streets, but nobody listens. - Thou speak'st the truth...
...wisdom, as ignorance, get thee as a disease would.
- Ned. - Yes, my lord?
Let men feel untrustworthy in thy company.
What wouldst thou think of me if I should weep?
I would think thee a most princely hypocrite.
I have forsworn his company hourly, any time...
...this twenty-two year.
- They all believe me a hypocrit. - Yet I'm bewitched with him.
If the raskal have not given me medicines to make me love him...
...l'll be hanged. - Thou shall understand it later.
It could not be else, I have drunk medicines.
My lord!
Dost sack induce gout, or gout induce pus...
...for one and the other have my foot in flames!
All the better if I am to be a limp, I have fought for the king...
...ha, lads? For then my pension would be more adecuate.
Wit seeks its own benefit, I shall take advantage of this case.
Good night...
...Falstaff!
Now, when the sweetes mouthful of the night is about...
...to reach me, I must part without it.
Lad, let's go to Gloucester, to see Master Robert Shallow...
...the knight. He stands held firmly between my fingers.
I shall soon muzzle him.
When wilt thou stop'st the fighting in the day, and the...
...feasting all the night, and come to peace with the heavens?
Quiet, Doll, dost speak not to me as to a skull...
...remind me not of my last hour.
- Farewell, Dora. - Well, sweet Jack.
- Farewell. - Have a care of thyself.
- Who saw the Duke of Lancaster? - I am here, brother.
Full of heaviness.
Rain within doors, and none abroad?
- How doth the king? - Exceedinly ill.
Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow?
She is a restless bedfellow.
O majesty...
...thou art like a rich armour worn in the heat of the day...
...that scalds with safety.
My father, my lord!
Good king.
This is a sleep that from this golden rigol...
...hath divorc'd so many English kings.
Thy due from me is tears.
And heavy sorrows of the blood, which nature...
...love and' filial tenderness...
...shall pay thee...
...plenteously.
My due from thee is this imperial crown, which...
...which God shall guard.
And put the world's whole strength into one giant arm...
...it shall not force this lineal honour from me.
Cousin Silenec, that thou hadst seen that that this knight...
...have seen, said I well, sir?
We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.
That we have, that we have.
In faith, sir John, we have.
O, Jesu, Jesu, the days that we have seen.
And to see how many of my old acquaintance are dead!
- We shall all follow... - Very true...
...as the Psalmist saith, 'tis certain to all.
All shall die.
How a good yoke of bullocks at the fair?
A yoke of...?
Is old Tom, of your town living yet?
De...
Dead? Jesu, Jesu, dead.
He drew a good bow.
Jesu, and dead?
John of Gaunt loved him well and betted much money on him.
- Dead. - Dead.
Hast thou seen a good score of ewes?
Ewes or...
- So Ton is dead? - Dead.
My lords!
- Lancaster, Westmoreland! - What dost thou want from us?
- Why did you leave me alone? - My brother was here.
The Prince of Wales?
- Is he not here? - He undertook to watch for you.
Where is the crown? Who took it from my pillow?
Canst thou forebear me half an hour?
Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself...
...and bid the merry bells ring to thine ear...
...that I am dead, that thou crown'd. Pluck down my officers.
Break my decrees. For a time is come to mock at form.
Harry V is crown'd!
Up vanity, down the royal state.
And to the English court assemble now...
...from every region, apes of idleness.
Counties, purge you of your scum...
...have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, revel the night...
...and commit the oldest sins the newest of ways?
Be happy, he'll trouble thee not.
For war shall give him office, honour, might, for Harry V...
...from curb'd license plucks and the wild dog shall...
...flesh his tooth in every innocent.
- I never thought to hear you. - Thy wish wast granted.
I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.
O, pardon me, my liege.
I canst see why thou hast taken the crown.
God witness me, when I came in, and found no breath...
...within thee, how cold struck my heart. I thought thee dead.
Accusing it, I put it on my head to try with it...
"It hadst before my face murder'd my father.
Your gold is, not beautiful, but hateful.
Another of lower karrat is more beautiful...
...but thou though finer, devour all those you take!"
Thus it was, my liege, accusing the crown...
...I put it on my head, to try with it as with an enemy...
...that had murdered my father.
The quarrel of a true inheritor.
O, my son!
God put it in thy mind to take it hence...
...that thou mightst win the more thy father's love...
...pleading so wisely in excuse for it.
Hear, I think, the very latest counsel that ever...
...I shall breathe.
God knows, by what by-paths and crook'd ways I met this...
...crown, for all my reign hath been but a scene...
...acting that argument, and now my death changes the mode.
For what in me was purchas'd, falls upon thee in a more fairer...
...sort, yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do...
...thou art not firm enough, since...
...griefs are green. And all my friends, which thou...
...must make thy friends, have their stings and teeth newly out.
And by whose power I well might lodge a fear...
...to be again displac'd.
Harry, be it thy course to busy giddy minds...
...with foreign quarrels, that action, hence borne out...
...may waste the memory of the former days.
I am weak...
...and my lungs are wasted so...
...that strength of speech is utterly denied me.
O, God forgive me...
...how I came to the crown...
...and grant it may with thee...
...in true peace...
How art the king?
- He no longer lives. - God save the king!
God save the king!
Thou look upon me in a strange manner.
I shall turn those weeping tears into happy hours.
We'd expect no less from thee.
Within myself, the wave of blood hath been but utter vanity.
Now, it returns and flows towards the sea, where it shall...
...mingle with others, and thus, flow again with majestic calm.
Call for Parliament!
I was once of St. Clements-inn, where I think they will talk...
...of mad Shallow, yet.
You were called lusty Shallow!
I was called anything and I would have done anything too.
Then was Jack Falstaff, now sir John...
...a boy, and loyal page to...
...the Duke of Norfolk.
Ha, sir John?
- I have drunk a lot to-night. - I shall be merry.
We shall be merry and now comes the sweet of the night.
Hey, lad!
O, Jesu, Jesu, the days that we have seen!
O, Lord...
...how we old men like this vice of telling lies.
This foolish justice, boasts he hath been a sinner...
...in his youth, but, i'faith...
...of every three words, one is lie.
- Sir John! - I am coming, Master Shallow!
I am coming.
I shall get so much out of this Shallow, that prince Harry...
...wilt hath to laugh for some two or three years.
Thou shall see.
An it please your worship...
...there is one Pistol come from the court with news.
From the court?
Sir John, I am thy Pistol, thy friend.
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee, with lucky joys...
...and golden times.
And happy news of price.
Pistol, what is thy news?
A foutra for the world and worldlings, I speak of joys.
Thou art one of the great persons of the kingdom!
Give me pardon, sir, if you come with news from the court...
...I am under the king in authority.
Under which king, bezonian. Speak or die!
Under King Harry.
- Harry IV, or V? - Harry the fourth.
A foutra for thy office!
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king. Harry V is the man.
Is the old king...
...dead? - As nail in door.
Away!
Saddle my horse, the young King would see me!
Master Shallow, choose what office thou wilt, 'tis thine.
Pistol, I will double thy dignities Good Silence, my lord Silence...
...I am a fortune's steward. Come, Pistol, utter more to me...
...and withal, devise something to do thyself good.
Let us take any horses, the laws of England are at my command.
Happy are they which have been my friends!
And woe unto my Chief-Justice!
God bless thy lungs, sir.
Waves are roaring, trumpets are sounding!
Stand by me, Master Shallow, I shall have the king note thee.
I shall wink my eye at him, and thou shall see his face.
If I hath had the time, I would have taken him...
...presents with the 1,000 pounds thou lent me.
But, fret not, to go wrong is worse.
- I shall show my haste. - Yes, do.
- He shall see my warmth. - So he shall.
- My devotion. - That is right.
Riding night and day, not thinking of what suit to wear...
...only wanting to reach there, may it be dirty, thirsty...
...sweaty, with not a moment to rest, for it shall not be...
...necesary to sleep well, my only task is to get to him.
God save thy, little one!
Dost thou know not who thou speak'st to?
My king, my little one!
I speak'st to thy.
Old man, I do not know thee, kneel down.
Nay, never a white beard has become a clown.
For a long time, I have dreamt with one...
...so bloated through orgy, so old and so profane.
But once awake, I have discharged mine dream.
From this day, reduce thy body, and widen thy virtue...
...quit gluttony, the grave is about open for thy...
...as three times the bigger as for any other man.
If you would answer with some foolish remarks...
...think first I am not the man I once wast.
For Heaven knows, and the world shall know...
...that I hath rejected the man in myself...
...and so I shall do with those who were my friends.
If I ever become what I once was, come close to me...
...and thou shalt be what you were, my tutor in all my excess.
Until then, I exile thee, under penalty of death...
...as the rest of mine corruptors.
I forbid thee to stand less than 10 miles from myself.
I shall provide for thou...
...so you dost make the wrong.
And if we hear of thy ammendment, then...
...we shall take you back with thy merits and faculties.
See that my orders are obeyed, my lord.
Master Shallow...
...I owest thee 1,000 pounds. - Yes, sir John...
...and I hope to get it back. - That I think difficult, Master.
Regret it not...
...for he feign, before all.
He shall call me to see me alone.
Don't worry not for thy things, I am yet the man...
...that shall make you grand. - I see not how.
Unless thou give me thy filled with straw.
Sir John, I beg thee, give me back 500, at least.
Sir...
...I always pay...
...my debts.
What the king hath said, 'tis just a pretension.
- Which will kill thee, sir John. - What a fright!
Let's have supper, everybody!
He shall call on me more into the night.
I likest the king's fair manner.
- Thou art all in exile. - Until thou lives...
...become more modest. - He hast ordered that all...
...the raskals be well provided. - You starving fool!
- Jack Falstaff! - Take him to prison!
- To prison? - Come with me!
Thou must come, poor lad.
Gentlemen, do come, he is very sick.
The king is a great one...
...but things are as they lay.
And now, to France! It shall be an easy fight...
...a jolly fight. Go, my dear patriots.
The sign of war goes forward...
...not queen of England, but of France!
My lord Chief Justice, free the man who is in prison.
- Falstaff? - He shall suffer prison.
His example may help others such as him.
If we close not our eyes to small offenses...
...what then shall we do when we see...
...capital crimes and premeditated ones?
I think it was the excess wine that did it.
And Falstaff?
He has died.
The king hast broken his poor heart.
I would be with him, where'er it may be.
- Be it in Heaven, or in Hell. - No, he shall not be in Hell.
He art in Heaven, in peace, if any man reachest there.
He hath a nice death...
...he went like a new born baby.
He passed away between noon and one o'clock...
...with the low tide.
When I saw him play with the flowers, like a boy...
...and wave his sheets, I knew he was to die...
...for his nise was pointed over green fields.
I said: "Hello, Sir John, come, man, be happy."
And he said three or four times: "Lord, Lord, Lord!"
To calm him, I begged him not to call God...
...I thought it not his moment for that.
He asked to put some sheets on thy feet
I touched them throu the sheets...
...but they are as cold as marble.
I did the same with thy knees...
...then above, and even above...
...he was all very cold, as marble.
- He ask'd for wine. - And women?
No.
He did not ask for that.
He said the devil would take him for that reason.
He said that was his most dangerous sin.
One day he saw Bardolph, a flea on his nose...
...he said it was but a soul burning in Hell.
The fuel that keep'st that fire has long ago gone.
Friendship is the only wealth that I got under his office.
"The new king, since his own coronation...
...decided to be a different man.
This Henry was such a prudent king, and such an able polititian...
...that ever did anything without studying before it...
...the posibilities for and against.
Being human himself, he left no offence without punishment...
...nor friendship without reward.
In short, he wast a king who lived and died...
...leaving a majestic model a trace of honour...
...and his glorious fame forever."