Pist. God bless thy lungs, good knight. Fal. 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 ;— Shal. It doth so. Fal. Shal. Fal. Shal. It shows my earnestness of affection,—— It doth so. My devotion, It doth, it doth, it doth. Fal. As it were, to ride day and night; and not to deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience to shift me,Shal. It is most certain. Fal. 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. Pist. 'Tis semper idem, for absque hoc nihil est: 'Tis all in every part. Shal. Pist. 'Tis so, indeed. [Shouts within, and the trumpets sound. There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds. [The Abbey doors are opened. Enter the KING and his Train, the Lord Chief-Justice among them. Fal. God save thy grace, King Hal! my royal Hal! Pist. The heavens thee guard, most royal imp of fame! Fal. God save and keep thee, my sweet boy! my Hal! King. My lord chief-justice, speak to that vain man. Ch. Just. Have you your wits? know you what 'tis you speak? Fal. My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape For God doth know, so shall the world perceive, [Exeunt. SIR THOMAS ERPINGHAM, GOWER, FLUELLEN, officers in King Henry's army. JOHN BATES, ALEXANDER COURT, MICHAEL WILLIAMS, soldiers in the same. PISTOL. NYM. BARDOLPH. Boy. A Herald. CHARLES THE SIXTH, King of France. LOUIS, the Dauphin. DUKE OF BURGUNDY. The Constable of France. Governor of Harfleur. MONTJOY, a French herald. Ambassadors to the King of England. ISABEL, queen of France. KATHARINE, daughter to Charles and Isabel. Hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap (formerly Mistress Quickly, and now married to Pistol). KING HENRY V Enter Chorus. Chor. O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention,— A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, Suppose within the girdle of these walls And make imaginary puissance; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth ;For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, |