(helicopter blades whirring)
- So shaken as we are,
so wan with care, find we a time for frighted peace to pant.
And breathe short-winded rumors of new broils
to be commenced in strands afar remote.
No more the thirsty entrance of this soil
shall daub her lips in her own children's blood.
No more shall trenching war channel her fields,
nor bruise her flowerets
with the armed hooves of hostile paces.
Let peace reign at home.
But now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks,
march all one way,
and be no more opposed against acquaintance,
kindred, and allies.
Ha, here is a dear,
a true industrious friend, good Walter Blunt,
new lighted from his flight.
And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news?
- The rebel Douglas is discomfited.
The bold and fierce Jamaican faction defeated.
Of prisoners, Hotspur took the rebel Mordake Fife,
and eldest son to beaten Douglas, and the rebel Athol.
- Is not this an honorable spoil?
A gallant prize, huh, General, is it not?
- In faith, it is a conquest for a prince.
There thou makest me sad,
makest me sin in envy that Sister Northumberland
should be mother to so blessed a son.
A son who is the theme of honor's tongue,
whilst I, by looking on the praise of him,
do see riot and dishonor stain the brow of my young Harry.
Oh, that it could be proved that some night-tripping fairy
exchanged in cradle clothes our children where they lay,
and called mine Percy, hers Plantagenet.
Then would I have her Harry, and she mine.
- What time of day is it, lad?
- What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day?
Unless hours were tankards of 8-balls, minutes capons,
the clocks the tongues of broads,
and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench
in flame-colored taffeta,
I see no reason why thou should be so superfluous
to demand the time of the day.
(upbeat music) (Poins whistling)
- If men were to be saved by merit,
what hole in hell were hot enough for him?
This is the most omnipotent villain
that ever cried "Stand" to a true man.
- Good morrow, Ned.
- Good morrow, sweet Hal.
What says Monsieur Remorse?
What says Sir John Sack-and-Sugar?
Jack, how agrees the devil and thee about thy soul,
that thou soldest him Good Friday last
for a cup of malt liquor and a cold capon's leg?
- If old Jack stands to his word,
the devil shall have his bargain.
- My lads, my lads, tomorrow afternoon, by four o'clock,
there are tourists with rich offerings and fat purses.
I have vizards for y'all,
and you have horses for yourself.
We may do it as secure as sleep.
If you will do it, I will fill your purses full of ducats.
If you will not,
tarry home and be hanged.
- Hear me, Edward, if I tarry at home and go not,
I'll hang you for going.
- You will, chops?
- Will you make one, Hal?
- Who, I rob, I a thief?
Not I, by my faith.
- Oh, you came not of the blood royal,
if you do not stand for 100 bucks.
- Well, once in my days I'll be a madcap.
- That's well said.
Farewell, you shall find me in the east.
- Now, you have to ride with me tomorrow.
I have a jest to execute that I cannot manage alone.
- So what think you, coz, of this young Percy's pride?
The prisoners, which he in this adventure hath surprised,
to his own use he keeps, (laughs)
and sends me word,
I shall have none but Brother Mordake Fife.
- This is his uncle's teaching.
This is Worcester, malevolent to you in all aspects,
which makes him prune himself,
and bristle up the crest of youth against your dignity.
But I have sent for him to answer this.
- My blood hath been too cold and temperate,
unapt to stir at these indignities,
and you find me, for accordingly you tread upon my patience.
But be sure, I shall from henceforth rather be myself,
mighty and to be feared,
than my condition, which hath been smooth as oil,
soft as young down,
and therefore lost that title of respect
that the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud.
- Our house, Your Majesty,
little deserves the scourge of greatness to be used on it.
And that same greatness, too,
which our own hands have helped to make so portly.
- My brother.
- Worcester, get thee gone,
for I do see danger and disobedience in thine eye.
Oh, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,
and majesty might never yet endure
the moody frontier of a servant brow.
- [Worcester] Don't do it.
- Those prisoners in your name demanded,
which Harry Percy here at the capitol took,
were not with such strength denied
as is delivered to Your Majesty.
Either envy, therefore,
or misprision is guilty of this fault, but not my son.
- My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
But I remember, when the fight was done,
when I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
came there a brother, neat, and trimly dressed.
With many holiday and lady terms he questioned me,
amongst the rest demanded
my prisoners on Your Majesty's behalf.
I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
to be so pestered with a popinjay,
out of my grief and my impatience answered neglectingly,
I know not what, he should or he should not,
for he made me mad to see him shine so brisk,
and smell so sweet, and talk so like a waiting gentlewoman,
of guns and drums and wounds.
God save the mark.
And this bald unjointed chat of his, sir,
I answered indirectly, as I said.
And I beseech you,
let not his report come current for an accusation
betwixt my love and your high majesty.
- The circumstance considered, my brother,
whate'er Brother Percy then had said to such a person,
and at such a place, at such a time,
with all the rest retold, may reasonably die,
and never rise to do him wrong,
or any way impeach what then he said, so he unsay it now.
- Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners,
with proviso and exception,
that we at our own charge should ransom straight
his brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer,
who, by my soul, hath willfully betrayed
the lives of those that he did lead to fight.
What, shall our coffers, then,
be emptied to redeem a traitor home?
No, barren mountain, let him starve,
for I shall never hold that man my friend
whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost
to ransom home revolted Mortimer.
- Revolted Mortimer?
- Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer.
Send me your prisoners,
or you will hear in such a kind from me
as will displease you.
we license your departure with your son.
Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.
- And if the devil come and roar for them,
I will not send them.
I will after straight and tell him so,
for I will ease my heart, albeit I make a hazard of my head.
- What, drunk with choler?
Stay and pause awhile.
(elevator bell tinkling)
Here comes your uncle.
- Speak of Mortimer?
Zounds, I will speak of him.
Let my soul want mercy if I do not join with him.
Yeah, on his part I'll empty all these veins,
and shed my dear blood drop by drop in the dust.
But I will lift the downtrod Mortimer
as high in the air as this unthankful king,
this vile ingrate and cankered Harold.
- Who struck this heat up after I was gone?
- Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad.
- He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners.
And when I urged the ransom once again of my wife's brother,
then his cheek looked pale,
and on my face he turned an eye of death,
trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
- I cannot blame him.
Was he proclaimed by Richards
that dead is the next of blood?
- He was, I heard the proclamation.
And then it was when the unhappy king,
whose wrongs in us, God pardon,
set forth upon his Cuban expedition,
from whence he did return to be deposed,
and shortly murdered.
- And for whose death we in the world's wide mouth
live scandalized and foully spoken of.
- But soft, I pray you,
did King Richards then proclaim my brother,
Edmund Mortimer, heir to the crown?
- He did, myself did hear it.
- But shall it be that you,
that set the crown upon the head of this forgetful man,
and for his sake wear the detested blot
of murderous subornation,
shall it be that you a world of curses undergo?
And shall it for shame be spoken in these days,
or fill up chronicles in time to come,
that those of your background and power
did gauge them both in an unjust behalf,
as both of you, God pardon it, have done?
To put down Richards, that sweet, lovely rose,
and plant this thorn,
this canker, this Harold?
And shall it for shame be further spoken
that you are fooled,
discarded and shook off
by him for whom these shames ye underwent?
- (grunts) What a wasp-stung and impatient fool art thou
to break into this woman's mood,
tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own.
- Peace, cousin.
Say no more of this.
- By God, I'll keep them all!
- Start away and lend no ear unto my purposes.
Those prisoners you shall keep.
- Nay, I will, that's flat!
He said he would not ransom Mortimer,
forbade my tongue to speak of Mortimer.
But I will find him when he lies asleep,
and in his ear I'll holler, "Mortimer!"
Nay, I'll have a starling
shall be taught to speak nothing but "Mortimer,"
and give it him to keep his anger still in action. (laughs)
- Hear you, cousin, a word.
- All studies here I solemnly defy,
save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke.
And the same sword-and-buckler Prince of Watts.
But that I think his father loves him not,
and would be glad he met with some mischance,
I would have him poisoned with a pot of ale.
- Farewell, kinsman.
I'll talk to you when you are better tempered to attend.
- I have done, in faith. (brooding music)
And now I will unclasp a secret book,
which to your quick-conceiving discontents
I'll read you a matter deep and dangerous.
Then once more to your Jamaican prisoners.
Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
and make the Douglas' son
your only means for powers in Jamaica.
Which, for reasons which I shall send you written,
be assured, should easily be granted.
You, sister, your son in Jamaica being employed,
shall secretly into the bosom creep
of that same noble prelate, well beloved,
the Archbishop of New York, Reverend Scroop.
- Case ye, case ye, on with your visors.
There's money coming down the hill,
just going on a tour of King's County.
- You like, you know, he's going to King's Tavern.
- Oh, no, there's enough to make a song.
- Brothers, you four front him in the narrow lane.
Ned, Poins, and I will walk low.
If they escape from yon encounter, then they light on us.
- [Falstaff] Farewell, stand fast.
- I know you all,
and will awhile uphold the unyoked humor of your idleness.
Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
who doth permit the base contagious clouds
to smother up his beauty from the world.
If all the year were playing holidays,
to sport would be as tedious as to work.
But when they seldom come, they wished for come,
and nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
So when this loose behavior I throw off,
and pay the debt I never promised,
by how much better than my word I am,
by so much shall I falsify men's hopes.
And like bright metal on a sullen ground,
my reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
than that which hath no foil to set it off.
I'll so offend, to make offense a skill,
redeeming time when men think least I will.
- "The purpose you undertake is dangerous."
Why, that's certain.
The friends you have named, uncertain.
Say you so.
Say you so, I say, "You are a shallow,
"cowardly hind, and you lie."
Our plot is as good a plot as ever was laid.
Our friends true and constant.
What a pagan is rascal is this, an infidel?
We shall see now.
He wrote to the king and laid open all our proceedings.
Hang him, let him tell the king we are prepared.
I will set forwards tonight.
How now, Kate?
I must leave you within these two hours.
- For what offense have I this fortnight
been a banished woman from my Harry's bed?
- What ho, those horses from the sheriff?
- [Servant] One horse, my lord, is here even now.
- That horse shall be my throne.
Well, I will back him straight.
- But hear you my lord.
- What sayest thou, my lady?
- What is it carries you away?
- Why my horse, my love, my horse.
- Out you mad-headed ape.
I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir,
and hath sent for you to line his enterprise.
But if you go.
- So far afoot?
I shall be weary, love.
- Uh, indeed. (laughs)
Yeah, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,
if thou wilt not tell me true!
- Away, away, away, trifler!
Oh, love, I love thee not, I care not for thee, Kate.
This is no world to play with dollies or tilt with lips.
We must have cracked crowns and bloody noses.
God's me, my horse!
- Do you not love me?
Do you not indeed?
- Come, see me ride?
And when I am on horseback,
I will swear I love thee infinitely.
But Kate, I must not have you question me,
whether I go, nor reason where about.
Whether I must, I must, and to conclude,
this evening must I leave thee, gentle Kate.
I know thee wise,
but yet no further wise than Harry Percy's wife.
Constant you are, but yet a woman.
And for secrecy, no lady closer,
for I will believe thou wilt not utter
what thou dost not know.
And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.
- How, so far?
- Not an inch further.
But hark you, Kate, whither I go, thither shall you go, too.
Today I set forth, tomorrow you.
Will this content you, Kate?
- It must, of force.
Where hast thou been?
- Give me a cup of sack.
Go your way, old Jack.
Die when thou will.
Brave world, I say.
A plague on all cowards.
- How now, woolsack, what mutter you?
- A king's son.
- Why, you whoreson round man, what's the matter?
- Are not you a coward?
Answer me to that.
And Poins there?
- Zounds, ye fat paunch!
And ye call me coward?
- I call you a coward?
- My lord, I'll stab you.
- I'll see thee damned before I call you a coward.
Oh, but I would give 1,000 bucks
if I could run as fast as you.
Give me them that will face me!
- What's the matter?
- What's the matter?
There be four of us here,
have taken 10,000 bucks this morning.
- Well, where is it, Jack, where is it?
- Where is it?
Taken from us.
100 upon poor four of us.
- What, 100 men?
- I am a rogue if I was not at war
with a dozen of them two hours this morning.
I have escaped by miracle.
I am eight times thrust through the doublet,
four through the hose, my buckler cut through and through,
my weapon hacked like a handsaw.
- So speak, sirs, how was it?
- We four set upon some dozen.
- 16 at least.
- Yeah. - And bound them.
- No, no, they weren't bound.
- They were bound, you rogue.
- As we were sharing,
some six or seven fresh men set upon us.
- And unbound the rest, and then come in the other.
- What, fought you with them all?
- All? (laughs)
I know not what you call all,
but if I fought not with 50 of them,
if there were not two or three
and 50 upon poor old Jack Falstaff,
then I ain't no two-legged creature.
- Oh, pray God you have not murdered some of them.
- No, that's past praying for.
Two of them I have peppered.
Two of them I'm sure I done paid.
- These lies are like their father that begets them,
gross as a mountain, open, palpable.
- Oh, clay-brained guts, thy knotty-pated fool,
thou whoreson, obscene, grease tallow-catch.
- Are you mad, is not the truth the truth?
- I'll no longer be guilty of this sin.
This sanguine coward, this horseback-breaker,
this bed-presser, this huge hill of flesh.
- 'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin,
you bull's pizzle, you dried neat's tongue.
Oh, for breath to utter what is like you!
You tailor's yard, you sheath, you bowcase,
you vile standing-tuck!
- Breathe awhile, and then to it again,
and when you have tired yourself in these base comparisons,
hear me speak but this.
- Mark, Jack!
- We two saw you four set on four and bound them,
and were masters of their wealth.
Mark now how a plain tale shall put you down.
Then did we two set on you four, and with a word,
out-faced you of your prize.
- [Poins] Oh, oh!
- Yeah, and can show it you here in the house.
And, Falstaff, you carried your guts away as nimbly,
and with as quick dexterity, and roared for mercy,
and still run and roared, as ever I heard bull-calf.
What a slave art thou, to hack thy weapon as thou hast done,
and then say it was done in fight!
What trick, what device,
what starting-hole canst thou now find out
to hide thee from this open and apparent shame?
- Come, let's hear, Jack, what trick hast thou now?
- By the Lord, I knew you as well as he that made you.
Hear me, my masters.
Was it for me to kill the heir apparent?
Should I turn upon the true prince?
Oh, you know I am as valiant as Hercules.
The lion will not touch the true prince.
Instinct is a great matter.
I was now a coward upon instinct.
But I'm glad you got the money.
Shall we be merry?
Shall we have a play extempore?
- Content, and the argument shall be thy running away.
Eh, no more of that.
And you love me, mm-hmm.
- Oh! - Yeah, no more of that.
You will be horribly chid tomorrow
when you come to your father. (laughs)
If you love me, practice an answer.
- Do thou stand for my father,
and examine me upon the particulars of my life.
- Give me a glass of wine.
Harry, look, you are my son.
I have partly your mother's word, partly my own opinion,
and chiefly a foolish-hanging of your nether lip.
Oh, Harry, Harry, Harry, why,
being a son to me, are you so pointed at?
Shall the blessed sun of heaven
prove a truant and eat blackberries?
A question not to be asked.
Shall the son of Inglewood
prove a thief and take purses?
A question to be asked.
There is a thing, Harry,
which you have often heard of,
and it is known to many in our land,
and it goes by the name of (coughs) bullshit.
- Dost thou speak like a king?
Do thou stand for me, and I'll play my father.
- Depose me?
- [Man] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, my man!
You all right?
- Well, here I am set.
- Here I stand.
- There is a devil that haunts thee
in the likeness of an old fat man.
A tun of man is thy companion.
Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humors,
that bolting-hutch of beastliness,
that swollen parcel of dropsies?
- Whom means Your Majesty?
- That villainous, abominable misleader of youth.
- [Everyone] Falstaff!
- If beer and sugar be a fault, then God help the wicked!
If to be old and merry be a sin,
then many an old hostess I know is damned.
If to be fat be to be hated,
then Pharaoh's lean cows are to be loved.
banish Bardolph, banish Poins,
but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff,
true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff,
banish plump Jack,
and banish all the world.
- I do, I will.
- My lord, my lord,
the chief justice with a most monstrous watch
is at the door.
- Out, you rogue!
- Go, hide thee behind my ass.
The rest walk up above.
Now, my masters, for a true face and good conscience.
- Both which I have had.
But their date is out, and therefore I'll hide me.
- Call in the chief justice.
Now, Your Honor, what is your will with me?
- First, pardon me, my lord.
A hue and a cry hath followed certain men unto this house.
- What men?
- One of them is well known, my gracious lord,
a gross fat man.
- Fat as butter.
- The man, I can assure you, is not here,
for I myself at this time hath employed him.
And, Your Honor, I will engage my word to thee that I will,
by tomorrow dinnertime, send him down to thee,
or any man, for anything he shall be charged withal.
And so, let me entreat you leave the house.
- I will, my lord.
There have four white men in this robbery lost $1,000.
- It may be so, if he hath robbed these men,
he shall be answerable, and so, farewell.
- Good night, my noble lord.
- I think it is good morrow, is it not?
- I know not whether God will have it so,
for some displeasing service I have done,
that in his secret doom,
out of my blood he'll breed
revengement and a scourge for me.
But thou dost in thy passages of life
make me believe thou art only marked
for the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven,
to punish my mistreadings.
Tell me else,
could such inordinate and low desires,
such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts,
such barren pleasures, rude society,
as thou art matched withal and grafted to,
accompany the greatness of thy blood,
and hold their level with thy princely heart?
- So please you, dear father, I would,
I could acquit such offense with as clear excuse,
as well as I am doubtless I can purge myself
of many I am charged withal.
Yet such extenuation let me beg,
and find pardon on my true submission.
- God pardon thee.
Yet let me wonder, Harry, at thy affections,
which are of the wing quite
from the flight of all thy ancestors.
Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost,
which by thy younger brother is supplied,
and art almost an alien to all the hearts
and princes of my blood.
Had I so lavish of my presence been,
so common-hackneyed in the eyes of men,
opinion, which did help me to the crown,
had still kept loyal to possession,
and left me in reputeless banishment.
By being seldom seen,
I could not stir, but like a comet I was wondered at,
that men would tell their children, "This is he."
Others would say, "Where, which is Harold Henry?"
The skipping king,
he ambled up and down
with shallow jesters, babbling nitwits,
grew a companion to the common streets,
enslaved himself to popularity.
And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou.
Thou has lost thy princely privilege
with vile participation.
Not an eye but is a-weary of thy common sight,
save mine, which hath desired to see thee more,
which now doth that I would not have it do,
make blind itself with foolish tenderness.
- I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord,
be more myself.
- For all the world,
as thou art to this hour, was Richards then,
and even as I was then, is Hotspur now.
He hath more worthy interest in the state than thou,
the shadow of succession.
And being no more in debt to years than thou,
leads ancient lords and reverend bishops
on to bloody battles and to bruising arms.
And what say you to this?
Percy, Northumberland, the archbishop, Douglas, Mortimer,
capitulate against us and are up.
Why do I tell this news to thee?
Thou that are as like through a vassal feared,
to fight against me under Hotspur's pay,
to dog his heels and curtsy at his frowns,
to show how much thou art degenerate.
- Do not think so.
You shall not find it so.
And God forgive them that so much have swayed
my dear father's good thoughts away from me.
I will redeem all this on Percy's head,
and in the closing of some glorious day
be bold to tell you that I am your son.
When I will wear a garment all of blood
and stain my favors in a bloody mask,
which, washed away, shall scour my shame with it.
And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
that this same child of honor and renown,
this gallant Hotspur, this all-praised warrior,
and your unthought-of Harry chance to meet.
For every honor sitting on his helm,
would they were multitude,
and on my head my shames redoubled.
For the time will come when I shall make this northern youth
exchange his glorious deeds for my indignities.
Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
to engross up glorious deeds on my behalf.
If not, the end of life cancels all bonds,
And I shall die 100,000 deaths
ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.
- 100,000 rebels die in this.
Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust herein.
How now, good Blunt?
Thy looks are full of speed.
- So hath the business that I come to speak of.
The rebel Brother Mortimer hath sent word,
Douglas and the rebels met at Willowbrook.
- Good Brother Westmoreland set forth today,
and with him my son, John of Lancaster,
for this advertisement is five days old.
On Tuesday next, Harry, you shall set forward.
Our general forces shall at Compton meet.
Our hands are full of business, let's away.
Advantage feeds him fat while men delay.
(upbeat electronic music)
- Brother Michael,
bring this sealed brief with haste to Brother Hastings,
and the rest to whom they are directed.
I fear, Michael, what with the sickness of Northumberland,
and Owen Glendower's absence,
I fear that the power of Percy is too weak
to wage an instant trial with the King.
- Why, my reverend, you need not fear.
There is Douglas and Brother Mortimer,
and Harry Percy, and there is my Brother Worcester.
- And so there is, but yet the king
hath drawn the special heads of all the land together.
And to prevent the worst, good Michael, speed.
'Tis wisdom to make strong against him.
So farewell, Michael.
- What news?
- This message comes from your mother.
- Message from her?
Why comes she not herself?
- She cannot come, my brother, she's grievous sick.
Has she the leisure to be sick now in such a jostling time?
Who leads her power?
- Her message bears her mind, not I.
- Sick now?
This sickness doth infect
the very lifeblood of our enterprise.
Yet doth she give us bold advertisement, that,
with our small conjunction we should on
to see how Fortune is disposed to us.
- Your mother's sickness is maim to us.
- A perilous gash, a very limb lopped off.
- It will be thought by some that know not why she is away,
that wisdom, loyalty, or mere dislike of our proceedings
hath kept her from the field.
- You strain too far.
I rather her absence makes this use.
It lends a luster, a more great opinion,
a larger dare to our great enterprise.
- Yet I wish your mother were here.
(explosion booming) (boots stomping)
- My Cousin Douglas, welcome, by my soul.
- Pray God my news be worth a welcome, sir.
Brother Westmoreland, 7,000 strong, is marching hitherward.
- With him?
- [Douglas] Prince John.
- No harm, what more?
- The king himself is set forth,
with a strong and mighty preparation.
- He shall be welcome, too.
Where's his son, the nimble-footed madcap Prince of Watts,
and his comrades that daff the world and bid it pass?
- All furnished, all at arms.
- Let them come.
They come like sacrifices in their trim.
To the fire-eyed maid of smoky war
all hot and bleeding will we offer them.
I am on fire
to see this rich reprisal is so nigh, and yet not ours.
Come, let me see my ride,
who is to bear me like a thunderbolt
against the bosom of the Prince of Watts.
Harry to Harry shall hot force to force meet,
and ne'er part till one drop down a corpse.
- Now, Hal, to the news at home for the robbery, lad,
how's that answered?
- Oh, my sweet Beef, I must still be good angel to thee.
The money's paid back again.
- I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor.
- I'm good friends with my father, and may do anything.
- Well, rob me the Exchequer, first thing you do,
and do it with unwashed hands, too.
- Do, my lord.
- Jack, I have procured thee a charge of foot.
- I would it have been of horse.
Do you know where I can find one that can steal well?
Well, I like these rebels.
They offend none but the virtuous.
- Tomorrow at two at Temple Hall,
there shall thy know thy charge,
and there receive money and order for their armament.
The land is burning.
Percy stands on high, and either they or we must lower lie.
- Rare words.
- [Marion] When will thou begin to patch up
thine old body for heaven?
- Peace, do not speak like a death's head.
Do not bid me remember mine own end.
- I love you better than I ere a love a scurvy young boy.
- What stuff will you have a dress of?
I shall receive money on Thursday.
You shall have a cap tomorrow.
A merry song, come.
♪ It grows late ♪
♪ We will to bed ♪
♪ Will you forget me ♪
♪ When you are gone ♪
How now, Peto?
- As I came along I met and overtook a dozen captains,
bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns,
and asking everyone for Sir John Falstaff.
- Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night,
and we must hence and leave it unpicked.
- [Peto] You must away to court, sir.
Presently a dozen captains stay at door for you.
- How many thousand of my poorest subjects
are at this hour asleep?
Oh, gentle sleep, nature's soft nurse.
How have I frighted thee,
that thou no more wilt weigh my eyelid down,
and steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Why rather thou, Sleep, liest in smoky cribs,
and hushed with buzzing night flies to thy slumber,
than in the perfumed chambers of the great,
under the canopies of costly state,
and lulled with sound of sweetest melody?
Oh, thou dull god,
why liest thou with the vile in loathsome cribs,
and leavest the kingly couch?
Then happy low, lie down.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
- [Warwick] Many good morrows to Your Majesty.
- Have you o'er read the letters that I sent?
(tense music) - I have, my lord.
- Then you perceive the body of our kingdom, how foul it is,
what rank diseases grow.
'Tis but 10 years gone since Richards and Northumberland,
then great friends, did feast together,
and in two years after were they at wars.
'Tis but eight years since this Percy
was the woman nearest my soul,
who like a sister toiled in my affairs,
and laid her love and life under my foot.
Yea, for my sake,
even to the eyes of Richards gave him defiance.
As I may remember, when Richards,
with his eye brimful of tears,
did speak these words, now proved a prophecy.
"Northumberland, thou ladder by the which
"my Cousin Harry ascends to my throne."
Though then, God knows, I had no such intent,
but that necessity so bowed the state
that I in greatness were compelled to kiss.
- There is a history in all men's lives.
- They say the archbishop and Northumberland
are 50,000 strong.
- It cannot be, sir.
Rumors double like echo.
Upon my soul, my lord,
the powers that you already have sent forth
will bring this prize in very easily.
Your Majesty hath this fortnight been ill,
and these unseasoned hours perforce
must add unto your sickness.
- I will take thy counsel.
And were these inward wars once out of hand,
we would, dear friend, unto the Holy Land.
- Yes, sir!
- If I'm not ashamed of my soldiers, I'm a soused gurnet.
I have misused the king's draft damnably.
I drafted me none but good soldiers,
house-holders, senators' sons,
and they have bought out deferments for their services.
And now my whole charge consists of
ancients, slaves as ragged as Lazarus. (laughs)
You would think I had 150 tattered prodigals
lately come from swine-keeping, from eating pig swill.
No eye hath seen such scarecrows. (laughs)
For indeed, I had the most of them out of prison.
- How now, blown Jack, how now, quilt?
- Hal! (laughs)
How now, mad wog?
I thought you'd already been at West Compton.
- In faith, John the King,
I can tell you, looks for us all.
We must away all night.
- Jack, whose fellows are these that come after?
- [Falstaff] Mine, Hal, mine.
- I did never see such pitiful rascals.
- Ha, man, good enough to toss. (imitates gunshots)
Food for powder, food for powder.
This one will fill a pit as well as better.
♪ Mortal men, mortal men ♪
- Sirrah, make haste, Percy is already in the field.
- Hal, if you see me down in the battlefield,
just drag me so.
- Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship.
Say thy prayers, and farewell.
- I would 'twere bedtime, Hal, and all well. (laughs)
- Why, thou owest God a death.
- 'Tis not due yet.
I would be loathe to pay him before his time.
What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me?
No matter, honor pricks me on.
Honor pricks me on.
But how if honor prick me off when I come on, how then?
Can honor set to an arm,
or a leg?
No, or take away the grief of a wound?
Honor hath no skill in surgery, then?
What is honor?
What is this word?
What is in this word, honor?
A trim reckoning.
Who has it?
He that died on Wednesday.
Can he smell it, no, can he feel it, no.
Yeah, to the dead, but will it not live with the living?
No, detraction (grunts)
will not suffer it.
Therefore, I'll none of it.
Honor is a mere scutcheon.
Thus ends my catechism.
- [Newsreader] Breaking news.
Today another round of fights
between the insurgent Hotspur's militant force
and King Henry's national guard broke out.
Large plumes of smoke were seen
in the Downtown Los Angeles area.
There's no word so far on militant
or civilian casualties at this time.
- What is thy name that in the battle thus thou crossest me?
What honor do you seek upon my head?
- Know then, my name is Douglas,
and I do haunt thee in the battle thus
because some tell me thou art a king.
- They told thee true.
- Brother Stafford dear today
hath bought thy likeness.
But instead of thee, King Harry, this weapon ended him.
And so shall it thee, unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
- I was not born a yielder, thou Jamaican.
And thou shalt find a king
that shall revenge Brother Stafford's death.
- Oh, Douglas!
If thou hadst fought before as thus,
I had never triumphed upon a Jamaican.
- All's done, all's won.
Here breathless lies the king.
- This, Douglas, no.
I know this face full well, a brave soldier he was.
His name was Blunt,
semblably dressed as the king himself.
A borrowed title hast thou bought too dear.
- The king hath many marching in his coats.
- Mark my word, I shall murder all his wardrobe,
piece by piece, until I meet the king.
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
- Though I could escape shot-free at Crenshaw,
I fear the shot here.
Here's no scoring
except upon the pate.
And who are you?
(sighs) Brother Walter Blunt.
There's honor for you, huh?
Here's no vanity.
I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy, too.
God, keep lead out of me!
I have led my ragamuffins where they are peppered.
There's not three of my 150 left alive,
and they are for the town's end.
- [Man] Clear!
- Another king!
Oh, they grow like Hydra's heads.
Who art thou, that counterfeitest the person of a king?
- The king himself, who, Douglas,
grieves at heart so many of his shadows thou hast met.
- I fear thou art another counterfeit.
And yet, in faith, thou bearest thee like a king.
But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be,
and thus I win thee.
- Hold up thy head, vile man,
or thou art like to never to hold it up again.
It's the Prince of Watts who threatens thee,
who never promiseth but he means to pay.
- I am the Douglas,
fatal to all those that wear those colors on them.
- Thou hast redeemed thy lost opinion,
and showed thou makest some tender of my life,
by this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.
(helicopter blades whirring)
- If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
- Thou speak'st as if I would deny my own name.
- My name is Harry Percy.
- Why, then I see a very valiant rebel of the name.
I am the Prince of Watts, and think not, Percy,
to share with me in glory any more.
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere,
nor can one country brook a double reign
of Harry Percy and the Prince of Watts.
- Nor shall it, Harry,
for the time is come to end the one of us.
And would to God thy name in arms were as great as mine.
- I will make it greater ere I part from thee,
and all the budding honors on thy crest I'll crop,
to make a garland for my head.
- I can no longer brook thy vanities!
(flesh squelching) (Hotspur screaming)
Oh, Harry, thou hast robbed me of my youth.
I better brook the loss of brittle life
than these titles thou hast won of me.
They wound my thoughts worse than the sword my flesh.
But my thoughts,
the slave of life, and life,
time's fool, and time,
that takes survey of all the world.
Oh, I could prophesy,
but that the earthy and cold hand of death
lies at my tongue.
thou art dust and food.
- For worms, brave Percy.
Farewell, great heart.
how much art thou shrunk.
When that this body did contain a spirit, a kingdom,
for it was too small a bound.
But now two paces of the vilest earth are room enough.
Adieu, and take thy praises with thee to heaven.
Thy ignominy lies with thee in the grave,
but not remembered in thy epitaph.
(helicopter blades whirring) (sirens wailing)
(Douglas grunting) (Falstaff yelling)
(smoke grenades booming)
What, old acquaintance.
Could not all of this flesh keep in a little life?
Poor Jack, farewell.
I could've better spared a better man.
Oh, I shall have a heavy miss of thee,
if I were much in love with vanity.
Death hath not struck so fat a deer today,
though many dearer, in this bloody fray.
Emboweled will I see thee by and by.
Till then in blood by noble Percy lie.
If you embowel me today,
I'll give you leave to powder me and eat me too tomorrow.
I am afraid
of this gunpowder Percy.
Why may not he rise as well as I?
Nothing confutes me but eyes,
and nobody sees me.
Therefore, sirrah, with a new wound in your (grunts)
thigh, come you along with me.
- Wait, what?
- Art thou alive or is it fantasy
that plays upon our eyesight?
I prithee, speak.
We shall not trust our eyes without our ears.
Thou art not what thou seem'st.
- There is Percy.
I look to be a supreme court justice,
or least a diplomat, I can assure you.
- Why, Percy I myself killed, and saw thee dead.
- Did you?
Lord, how this world is given to lying.
I grant you I was down and out of breath, and so was he.
We rose both in an instant,
and fought a long hour by the South Central clock.
I gave him this wound in his thigh.
If the man were alive and would deny it,
I would make him eat a piece of my weapon.
- That is the strangest tale I've ever heard.
- This is the strangest fellow, Brother John.
Come, bear thy luggage nobly on your back.
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
Woo, the trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours!
Come, let us to the killing field,
to see what friends are living, and who is dead, woo!
- And so, my most noble friends, I pray you,
speak plainly your opinions of our hopes.
First, Brother Hastings.
- Our present musters grow upon the file
to five and 20,000 men of choice.
And our supplies,
they live largely in the hope of great Northumberland,
whose bosom burns with an incensed fire of injuries.
- The question then, Brother Hastings, standeth thus,
whether our present five and 20,000
may hold up head without Northumberland.
- With her we may.
- Yeah, marry, there's the point.
But if without her we be thought too feeble,
my judgment is we should not step too far
till we have her assistance by the hand.
- I think we are a body strong enough,
even as we are, to equal with the king.
- What, is the king but five and 20,000?
- Not so much, Brother Barton.
For his divisions, as the times do brawl,
are in three heads,
and his coffers sound with hollow poverty and emptiness.
- That he should draw his several strengths together
and come against us in full force, need not be dreaded.
- If he should do so, he leaves his back unarmed.
Never fear that.
- Who is it like should lead his forces hither?
- The Brothers Lancaster and Westmoreland.
But who is substituted against the others,
I have no certain notice.
- Let us on, and publish the occasion of our arms.
The electorate is sick of their choice.
Their over-greedy love hath surfeited.
An habitation giddy and unsure hath he
that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
Oh, thou fond many,
with what loud applause didst thou
beat heaven with blessing Harold,
before he was what thou wouldst have him be.
And being now trimmed in thine own desires,
thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him
that thou provokest thyself to cast him up.
so, thou common dog,
didst thou disgorge thy glutton bosom of Kwame Richards.
And now wouldst thou eat thy dead vomit up,
and howlest to find it.
What trust is in these times?
They that, when Richards lived, would have him die,
are now become enamoured on his grave.
Oh, thoughts of men accursed.
Past and to come seems best,
things present, worst.
- Shall we go draw our numbers and set on?
- We are time's subjects,
and time bids be gone.
- Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins?
- Make it an excellent good thing.
- It is not fit that I should be sad
now that my father's sick,
though I could be sad, and sad indeed, too.
- Very hardly, upon such a subject.
- Thou thinkest me as far in the devil's book
as thou and Falstaff.
Let the end try the man.
What wouldst thou think of me if I should weep?
- I would think thee a most princely hypocrite.
- It'd be every man's thought.
And thou art a blessed fellow to think as every man thinks.
And what summons thy most worshipful thought to think so?
- Why, because you have been so lewd,
so much engrafted to Falstaff.
- And to thee.
- Nay, I am well spoken of.
I can hear it with mine own ears.
The worst that they can say of me
is that I'm a second brother.
The king, our father, is at Westminster.
There are 20 weak and wearied posts,
come from the north, seeking your assistance.
- Here stand, my brothers,
and send discoverers forth
to know the numbers of our enemies.
- We have sent forth already.
- 'Tis well done.
My friends and brethren in these great affairs,
I must acquaint you that I have received
new-dated letters from Northumberland,
their cold intent, tenor and substance, thus.
Here doth she wish her person,
with such powers as might hold sortance with her quality,
the which she could not levy,
whereupon she is retired,
to ripe her growing fortunes to Jamaica,
and concludes in hearty prayers
that your attempts may overlive the hazard
and fearful melting of their opposite.
- Thus do the hopes we have in her
touch ground and dash themselves to pieces.
- Sir. - Now, what news?
- West of this district, scarcely off a mile,
in goodly form comes on the enemy.
And, by the ground they hide,
I judge their number to be upon or near 30,000.
- The just proportion that we gave them out.
Let us sway on and face them in the field.
- What well-appointed leader fronts us here?
- Health and fair greeting from our general, the prince,
our good brother, John Lancaster.
Here come I from our princely general to know your griefs,
to tell you that the prince will give you audience.
And wherein it shall appear that your demands are just,
ye shall enjoy them freely,
everything set off that might so much as think you enemies.
- But he hath forced us to compel this offer,
and it proceeds from policy, not love.
- Mowbray, you overween to take it so.
This offer comes from mercy, not from fear.
For lo, within a mile our army lies, upon mine honor,
all too confident to give admittance to a thought of fear.
- Well, by my will, we will admit no parley.
- That argues but the shame of your offense.
A rotten case abides no handling.
- Hath the Prince John a full commission,
to hear and absolutely to determine
of what conditions we shall stand upon?
- That is intended in the general's name.
I muse you make so slight a question.
- Then take, my Brother Westmoreland, this schedule,
for it contains our general grievances.
Each several article herein redressed,
all members of our cause, both here and hence,
that are insinewed to this action.
- This will I show the general.
Please you, friends,
in sight of both our battles we may meet,
and either end in peace, which God so frame,
or to the place of difference call the weapons
which must decide it.
- My brother, we will do so.
- There's a thing within my bosom,
tells me that no conditions of our peace can stand.
- No, no, sister, note this,
the king is weary of dainty and such picking grievances.
For he hath found to end one doubt by death
revives two greater in the heirs of life,
and therefore will he wipe his tables clean.
For full well he knows
his foes are so enrooted with his friends
that, plucking to unfix an enemy,
he doth unfasten so and shake a friend.
So that this land, like an offensive wife
that hath enraged him on to offer strokes,
as he is striking,
holds his infant up and hangs resolved correction
in the arm that was upreared to execution.
- Why art thou not home with thy brother Harry?
- He is not there today, he dines in Crenshaw.
- And how accompanied?
Canst thou tell that?
- With Poins, and others, his continual followers.
- Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds.
And he, the noble image of my youth,
is overspread with them.
Therefore my grief stretches itself
beyond the hour of death.
Oh, with what wings shall his affections fly
toward fronting peril and opposed decay.
- My good brother, you look beyond him quite.
The prince but studies his companions like a strange tongue,
wherein to gain the language.
The prince will in the perfectness of time
cast off his followers and their memory.
- 'Tis seldom when the bee doth leave
her comb in the dead carrion.
- Here is returned Westmoreland.
- The prince is here at hand.
Pleaseth the reverend to meet him.
- You are well encountered here, my Cousin Mowbray.
Good day to you, good brother archbishop,
and so to you, Brother Hastings, and to all.
My Brother Scroop,
it better showed with you when that your flock,
assembled by the bell,
to hear with reverence your exposition on the holy text
than here an iron man,
cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,
turning the word to sword and life to death.
- Good Brother John,
I am not here against your father's peace.
But as I told my Brother Westmoreland,
the time misordered doth, in common sense,
crowd us and crush us to this monstrous form.
I sent, good sir, the parcels and particulars of our grief,
the which previously hath been with scorn
shoved from thy father's house.
- How far forth do you like their articles?
- I like them all,
and do allow them well,
and swear here, by my blood,
my father's purposes have been mistook,
and some about him have too lavishly
wrested his meaning and authority.
Reverend, these griefs shall with speed be redressed.
Upon my soul, they shall.
If it please you,
disperse your armies to their several counties,
as we will ours.
And here between the armies,
let us drink together friendly and embrace,
that all may bear those tokens home
of our restored love and amity.
- I will take your princely word for these redresses.
- I give it you, and will maintain my word.
And thereupon I drink unto the bishop.
- Go, captains, and deliver to the army this news of peace.
Let them have pay, and part.
I know it will well please them.
Hie thee, captain.
- To my noble Brother Westmoreland.
- I pledge the bishop.
And if you knew what pains I have bestowed
to breed this present peace, you would drink freely.
- I do not doubt it.
- I am glad of it.
Health to my brother, and gentle Cousin Mowbray.
- The word of peace is rendered!
Hark, how they shout!
Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
- Well, the leaders, giving charge from you to stand,
would not go off until they hear you speak.
- Well, they know their duties.
- Good brother, our army is dispersed already.
- Good tidings, Brother Hastings,
for the which I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason.
And you, good archbishop, and you, Sister Mowbray,
of capitol treason I attach you both.
- You would thus break your faith?
- I promised you redress of these same grievances
whereof you did complain,
which I will perform with the most Christian care.
But for you, rebels,
look to taste the due reward
for rebellion and such acts as yours.
Most shallowly these arms did you commence,
fondly brought here and foolishly sent hence.
Strike up our drums, pursue the scattered stray.
God, not us, hath safely fought today.
- Who comes here?
- Health to my brother,
and new happiness added to that that I am to deliver.
Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all,
are brought to the correction of your law.
There is not a rebel's weapon unsheathed,
but peace put forth her olive everywhere.
- Oh, Westmoreland, thou art the summer bird,
who ever in the haunch of winter
sings the lifting up of day.
I should rejoice now at this happy news.
But now my eyesight fails, and my brain is giddy.
Oh, me, come near me now.
I am much ill.
- Comfort, dear father!
- Oh, my royal father!
- Be patient, sisters.
You do know that these fits are with His Majesty ordinary.
Stand away from him.
Give him air, and he'll straight be well.
- Lay me the crown upon my pillow here.
- His eye is hollow, and he changes much.
- Less noise, less noise.
- Let us withdraw into the other room.
- No, I will sit and watch here by the king.
There upon his pillow, so troublesome a bedfellow.
Oh, polished perturbation!
Sleep with it now, my good father.
His sleep is sound indeed.
This is a sleep that from this golden rigol
hath divorced so many great black kings.
Thy due from me is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood.
My due from thee
is this imperial crown,
which God shall guard,
and put the world's whole strength into one giant arm.
It shall not force this lineal honor from me.
This from thee will I to mine leave,
as 'tis left to me.
- What's your name, sir?
Of what condition are you, and of what place, I pray?
- I'm a soldier, sir.
My name is Colevile of the valley.
- Oh, well, then, Colevile is your name,
a soldier is your degree, and your place, the valley.
- Are not you Brother John Falstaff?
- As good a man as he, sir, whoever I am.
Do you yield, sir, or shall I sweat for you?
- I think you are Brother John Falstaff,
and in that thought yield me!
- Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while?
When everything is ended, then you come.
These tardy tricks of yours will, Falstaff, on my life,
one time or other break some gallows' back.
- I have, in my pure and immaculate valor,
taken Brother John Colevile of Burbank,
a most furious soldier and valorous enemy.
He saw me and yielded,
that I may say, "I came, I saw, and overcame."
- It was more of his courtesy than your deserving.
A famous rebel art thou, Colevile.
- I am, sir, but as are my betters that led me hither,
had they been ruled by me,
you should have won them dearer than you have.
- I know not how they sold themselves,
but you, like a kind fellow,
gave yourself away gratis, and I thank you for you.
- See to it you guard him sure.
I, in my present condition,
shall speak better of you than you deserve.
- Warwick, Gloria, Clarice!
- [Clarice] Doth the king call?
- What would your Majesty?
How fares Your Grace?
- Why did you leave me here alone, children?
- We left my brother here, my sweet father,
who undertook to sit and watch by you.
- The Prince of Watts, where is he?
Let me see him.
Who took it from my pillow?
- When we left, dear lord, it was here.
- The prince have ta'en it hence.
Go seek him out.
Is he so hasty, he doth suppose my sleep my death?
Find him, good friend Warwick.
Chide him hither.
This part of his conjoins with my disease to end me.
See, children, what things you are,
how quickly nature falls into revolt
when gold becomes her object.
Depart the chamber.
Leave us here alone.
- I never thought to hear you speak again.
- Thy wish, Harry, was father to thy thought.
I stay too long by thee.
I weary thee.
Dost thou so hunger for mine empty chair
that thou willst needs invest thee with my honors
before thy hour be ripe?
Oh, foolish youth!
Thou seek'st the greatness that would o'erwhelm thee.
What, canst thou not forbear me half an hour?
Get thee gone and dig my grave thyself.
Let the merry bells ring to thine ears
that thou art crowned.
Harry V is crowned.
Up, vanity, down, royal state.
Now, neighbor confines,
purge you of your scum.
Have you a ruffian who will swear, drink, dance,
rob, murder, revel the night,
commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
Oh, my poor country,
sick with civil blows.
When that my care could not withhold thy riots,
what wilt thou do when riot is thy care?
- Pardon me, Father.
There is your crown.
And he the wears the crown immortally, long guard it yours.
God witness with me, when I here came in,
and found no course of breath within your body,
how cold it struck my heart.
If I do feign,
let me in my present wildness die,
and never live to show the incredulous world
the noble change that I have purposed.
- Oh, my son, Harry.
Sit thou by my side, and hear, I think,
the very latest counsel that ever I shall breathe.
God knows, my son,
by what by-paths and indirect crook'd ways I met this crown.
And I myself know well how troublesome it sat upon my head.
It shall descend to thee with bitter quiet.
All the soil of its achievement
goes with me into the earth.
What in me was purchased,
falls upon thee with a more fairer sort.
And though thou sitt'st more sure than I could do,
thou art not firm enough.
And all my friends, which thou must make thy friends,
have but their stings and teeth new ta'en out,
and by whose power I might well
lodge a fear to be again displaced.
Oh, God forgive,
and grant it may with thee in true peace live.
- My gracious father and wise leader,
you won it, wore it, kept it, and gave it me.
Then plain and right must my possession be,
which I with more than with a common pain
'gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.
- Look, look,
here comes my son John Lancaster.
- [Lancaster] Health, peace,
and happiness to my royal father.
- Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son John.
But health, alack,
with youthful wings is flown from this bare withered trunk.
Laud be to God!
Bear me to that chamber.
There I'll lie.
In that true place of peace
shall Harry die.
- If it please Your Worship,
there's one Pistol come from the court with news.
- From the court? - Sir John, save you, sir.
- How now, Pistol?
What wind blew you hither?
- Not the ill wind that brings good to none.
thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm.
John, I am thy Pistol, I am thy friend.
Helter-skelter I have rode to thee,
to bring good tidings of lucky joys,
and golden times, and happy news of price.
- I pray you, deliver them like a man of this world.
- Piss on this world and all its people!
I speak of Africa, I speak of golden joys.
- Oh, base Assyrian knight,
what is your news?
- Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
- Why then lament it therefore?
- If you have news of the court,
there are but two ways to say it:
to utter it, or to conceal it.
I am a woman under the King, in some authority.
- Under which King, Bezonian?
Speak or die!
- King Harry, King Harry, King Harry, King Harry!
- Harry IV or V?
- Harry IV.
- Sir John, thy tender lambkin is now king.
- Harry V is the man!
- Is the old king dead?
- As nail in door, the words I speak are just.
Bardolph, saddle my horses!
Master Peto, choose what office you will, it's yours.
Oh, Pistol, I will double charge you with dignities.
- [Bardolph] Oh, joyful days!
- [Pistol] What, the news I bring is good.
- Mm, hostess!
Put your boots on, we'll ride all night!
Pistol, come, utter more to me,
and devise something good to do yourself.
I know the young king is sick to see me.
We'll take any man's horses!
The laws are at my command!
Happy are they who are friends with me.
And woe unto my Lord Chief Justice.
- I would His Majesty had called me with him.
The service that I truly did his life
has left me open to all injuries.
- Indeed I think the young king loves you not.
- Oh, I know he does not.
God, I fear all will be overturned.
- Good morrow, Cousin Warwick.
- Good morrow, cousin.
- We meet as those that had forgot to speak.
We do remember,
but our theme is all too heavy to admit much talk.
- Oh, great madam, you have lost a friend indeed.
- Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair,
which swims against your stream of quality.
- Dearest friends, what I did, I did in honor,
led by the imperial conduct of my soul.
- Here comes the prince.
- Good morrow to you, sir.
- This new and gorgeous garment
sits not so easy on me as you think.
People, you mix your sadness with some fear.
This is Inglewood, not Guantanamo.
No hooded man with gallows aims am I.
Yet weep that Harry's dead, and so will I.
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears by number
into hours of happiness.
You all look strangely on me, and you most.
You are, I think, assured I love you not.
- I am assured.
If I be measured rightly,
Your Majesty has no just cause to hate me.
How might a prince of my great hopes
forget so great indignities you laid upon me?
What, rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
the immediate heir to the crown?
Might this be forgotten?
- I then did use the person of your father.
The image of his power lay then in me.
And in the administration of his law,
whereon as an offender to your father, I did commit you.
Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
to have a son set your decrees at naught?
To pluck down justice from your awful bench?
To trip the course of law and blunt the sword
that guards the peace and safety of your person?
Be now the father,
and propose a son hear your own dignity so much profaned.
See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted.
and so by a son disdained,
and then imagine me, taking your part.
After this cold considerance, sentence me.
And, as you are a king, speak in your state,
what I have done that misbecame my place.
- You are right, Justice,
and you weigh this well.
Therefore still bear the balance and the sword.
And I do wish your honors may increase,
so you do live to see a son of mine
offend you and obey you as I did.
So shall I live to speak my father's words.
Happy am I to have a judge so bold,
that dares do justice on my proper son.
♪ Here they come from the coronation ♪
I will leer upon him as he comes by,
and do but mark the countenance that he will give me.
- God bless thy lungs, good sirrah.
I would've bestowed the 1,000 bucks that I owe you, but,
well, 'tis no matter.
This poor show does better.
It does infer the zeal that I had to see him.
- It doth so.
- It shows my earnestness of affection.
- It doth so. - My devotion, as it were.
To ride day and night. - It doth so.
- It doth so. - And not to deliberate,
not to remember, not to have patience.
- It is most certain.
- Ooh, ooh, ooh!
God save Your Grace!
- The heavens guard thee and keep, most royal imp of fame!
- King Hal, my royal Hal!
God save you, my sweet boy, my king!
- Have you your wits, know you what 'tis to speak?
♪ God save you, my sweet boy ♪
♪ My king, my royal Jove ♪
♪ I speak to you, my heart ♪
♪ God, save my Hal ♪
- I know thee not, old man.
Fall to thy prayers.
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester.
I have long dreamt of such a kind of man,
so surfeit-swelled, so old and so profane,
but, being awake, I do despise my dream.
Presume not I am the thing I was,
for God doth know, and so shall the world perceive,
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 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 10 mile.
For competence of life I will allow you,
that lack of means enforce you not to evil.
And as we hear you do reform yourselves, we will,
according to your strengths and qualities,
give you advancement.
- Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to County,
and take all his company with him.
- I shall be sent for in private.
He must seem thus to the world.
This that you hear was but a color!
- A color we will die for!
- Fear no colors!
I shall be sent for soon.
- I like this fair proceeding of the king's.
He hath intent his wonted followers
shall be well provided for.
- And so they are.
- I will lay odds that ere this year expire,
we bear our civil swords and native fire
as far as the Holy Land.
- For me, by heaven, I bid you be assured,
I'll be your father and your brother, too.
Let me but bear your love, I'll bare your care.
To you, Chief Justice, there is my hand.
You shall be as a mother to my youth.
My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear,
and I will stoop and humble my intent
to your well-practiced wise directions.
And subjects all, believe me, I beseech you,
my father has gone wild into his grave,
for in his tomb lie my affections.
And with his spirit sadly I survive
to mock the expectations of the world,
to frustrate prophecies, to root out rotten opinion,
who hath writ me down after my seeming.
The tide of blood in me hath proudly flowed
in vanity till now.
Now doth it turn and ebb back to the sea,
where it shall mingle with the states of floods,
and flow henceforth in formal majesty.
And now call we our high court of advisors,
and let us choose such limbs of noble counsel,
that our great body of the state may go
in equal rank with the best governed nation,
that war, or peace, or both at once,
may be as things familiar and acquainted to us.
And God consigning to my good intents,
no prince nor peer shall have just cause to say,
"God shorten Harry's happy life one day."