More rushes, more rushes.
Bring more of those floor coverings, bring more.
We need more of those floor coverings, more!
keep bringing floor stuff
The trumpets have sounded twice.
The brass instruments have played their call two times now.
Those trumpets have already blown twice.
trumpets blew twice already
’Twill be two o’clock ere they come from the coronation. Dispatch,
dispatch.
It will be two o'clock before they arrive from the coronation. Hurry, hurry.
It'll be two o'clock before they get back from the coronation. Get moving, get moving.
its gonna be 2 oclock hurry hurry
Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph and Page.
Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph, and the Page have arrived.
It's Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph, and the Page coming in.
here comes the whole crew
Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow. I will make the King do you
grace. I will leer upon him as he comes by, and do but mark the
countenance that he will give me.
Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow. I will make the King show you favor. I will gaze at him as he comes by, and just watch the expression he will give me.
Stay right here with me, Master Shallow. I'll get the King to treat you well. Look at how he looks at me when he passes by.
stand with me shallow ill make the king like you watch his face when he sees me
God bless thy lungs, good knight!
May God bless your strength and spirit, noble warrior!
God bless you, good soldier!
cheers knight stay strong
Come here, Pistol, stand behind me. 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.
Come here, Pistol, stand behind me. Oh, if I had had time to get new uniforms, I would have spent the thousand pounds I borrowed from you. But it doesn't matter—this poor display actually works better. This shows the dedication I had to see him.
Come over here, Pistol, stand behind me. Man, if I had time to get new gear, I'd have used that thousand pounds I borrowed from you. But it doesn't matter—showing up like this actually looks better. It proves how badly I wanted to see him.
come here pistol stand behind me this shabby look shows how much i needed to see him
The debate about the rejection has run for four hundred years. Is it right? Is it cruel? Both? The strongest case for Hal: a public rejection was politically necessary. Private mercy would have looked like weakness; Falstaff would have continued to exploit the relationship. The new king needed to declare himself immediately and irrevocably. The strongest case against: the man who provided everything Hal needed to become the human king he is — the education in common humanity, in wit, in survival — is discarded as soon as his utility is exhausted. The King's own words suggest he knows the cost: 'I have long dreamt of such a kind of man... being awaked, I do despise my dream.' That 'despise' is the tell. You don't despise what you simply stopped wanting. You despise what you are afraid you still want.
It doth so.
It does.
It really does.
yeah it does
It shows my earnestness of affection—
It shows my serious affection—
It shows how much I really care—
shows im serious about you
It doth so.
It does.
It definitely does.
it really does
My devotion—
My devotion—
My devotion—
devotion—
It doth, it doth, it doth.
It does, it does, it does.
It absolutely does, it does, it does.
yeah it does it does
As it were, to ride day and night, and not to deliberate, not to
remember, not to have patience to shift me—
As it were, to ride day and night, and not to stop and think, not to remember rest, not to have the patience to change my clothes—
Like, I rode day and night without even thinking about it, didn't stop to rest or even change my clothes—
rode day and night no sleep no time to change
It is best, certain.
That is best, absolutely.
That's the best you could do, for sure.
thats the right call
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.
But to stand here filthy from travel, and sweating with desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting everything else out of my mind, as if there were nothing else to do but see him.
But standing here covered in dirt from traveling, sweating because I'm so eager to see him, thinking about nothing but that, like nothing else in the world matters except seeing him.
standing here dirty and desperate to see him nothing else matters
’Tis _semper idem_, for _obsque hoc nihil est;_ ’tis all in every part.
It is always the same thing—for without this nothing exists; it is all in every part.
It's the same old thing—nothing matters without this; it's everything in every way.
its always about this nothing else matters its everything
’Tis so, indeed.
That is indeed the truth.
Yes, that's absolutely right.
totes true
After the rejection, Falstaff does something extraordinary: he immediately constructs an alternative explanation. 'He must seem thus to the world.' It was all performance. He will be sent for in private. This is either the saddest self-deception in Shakespeare or the last great Falstaffian improvisation — and the play refuses to tell you which. What makes it heartbreaking is that it is exactly what a man of Falstaff's quality would do: find a story that makes the situation bearable and commit to it completely. He taught Hal to improvise. Now he improvises against devastation. Shakespeare gives him no speech, no monologue, no recognition of the truth. He just keeps moving, and in Henry V the play reports that his heart broke.
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.
My knight, I will stir up your noble passion, And make you angry. Your Doll, and the one like Helen among your noble thoughts, Is locked in filthy and spreading prison, Dragged there By the most brutal and dirty hands. Wake up revenge from its dark place with fierce anger, For Doll is imprisoned. Pistol speaks only truth.
My knight, I'll stir up that fire in you, And make you rage. Your Doll, beautiful like Helen in your imagination, Is stuck in a dirty, disease-ridden prison, Hauled there By the filthiest, lowest hands. Stir up revenge from the darkness with fierce anger, For Doll is locked up. Pistol speaks nothing but truth.
doll is in prison thats disgusting get angry get her out truth
I will deliver her.
I will get her out.
I'll get her out of there.
ill free her
There roar’d the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.
There the sea roared, and trumpet sounds blared.
The sea roared loud and the trumpets blared everywhere.
sea roared trumpets blasted
God save thy Grace, King Hal, my royal Hal!
God save your Grace, King Hal, my royal Hal!
God keep you safe, King Hal, my royal Hal!
god save you king hal my king
The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!
The heavens protect and preserve you, most royal young prince of fame!
May the heavens guard and protect you, most royal young prince!
heaven keep you safe royal prince
God save thee, my sweet boy!
May God protect you, my beloved boy!
God watch over you, my sweet boy!
keep safe kid love you
My Lord Chief Justice, speak to that vain man.
My Lord Chief Justice, speak to that empty boaster.
Chief Justice, you need to talk to that conceited man.
chief justice talk to that show-off
Have you your wits? Know you what ’tis you speak?
Are you in your right mind? Do you know what you are saying?
Are you out of your mind? Do you even know what you're saying?
are you insane do you know what youre saying
The Epilogue explicitly promises Falstaff in the next play: 'our humble author will continue the story, with Sir John in it, and make you merry with fair Katharine of France.' Shakespeare broke this promise. In Henry V, Falstaff is reported dying by Mistress Quickly in Act 2, before Henry even leaves for France. He never appears. 'The King has killed his heart.' Whether this was a change of plan (the original Falstaff actor, Will Kempe, left the company around this time), a deliberate artistic choice (Falstaff's world and Henry V's world cannot coexist), or something else entirely is unknown. But the Epilogue's promise and the play's betrayal of it is its own dark joke: even the promise to Falstaff that he will be in the next play is broken.
My King! My Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!
My King! My God! I speak to you, my heart!
My King! My God! You're my heart!
my king my heart youre everything
I know thee not, old man. Fall to thy prayers.
How ill white hairs becomes a fool and jester!
I have long dreamt of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swell’d, 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 turn’d 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. Be it your charge, my lord,
To see perform’d the tenor of our word.
Set on.
I do not know you, old man. Get down and pray. How poorly white hair suits a fool and clown! I have long dreamed of such a kind of man— So bloated with excess, so old, and so wicked; But, waking up, I hate that dream. Make yourself smaller and more humble; Stop eating so much; know the grave waits For you three times wider than for other men. Do not answer me with a foolish joke. Do not assume I am who I was before; For God knows, so will the world come to see, That I have turned away from my old self; So I will do the same to all those who kept me company. When you hear that I am like I used to be, Approach me, and you will be what you were, The teacher and feeder of my wild behavior. Until then I banish you, on pain of death, As I have done to the rest of my bad advisors, Not to come within ten miles of me. For enough to live on I will give you, So poverty does not force you to do evil. And, as we hear you reform yourselves, We will, according to your abilities and qualities, Give you advancement. See to it, my lord, That our word is carried out. Let's go.
I don't know you, old man. Go pray. How ugly white hair looks on a fool and a clown! I've dreamed of someone like you before— So bloated from excess, so old, and so crude; But waking up, I despise that dream. Lose weight and gain some grace; Stop eating; understand the grave is waiting For you much sooner than for other men. Don't make me laugh with stupid jokes. Don't think I'm still the person I was; For God and the world will see That I've completely changed who I was; And I'm doing the same to everyone who hung around with me. If you ever hear I'm back to how I was, Then come see me, and you'll get what you used to get— Your job back as my friend and partner in bad behavior. But until then, I'm banishing you, on threat of death, Like I've done to all my other bad influences, Stay ten miles away from me. I'll give you enough money to live on, So you don't get desperate and do wrong. And as long as you show you've changed, We'll promote you based on what you're worth. Make sure this happens, my lord. Now let's go.
i dont know you old man go pray white hair looks bad on a fool ive changed go away dont come near me stay 10 miles back or die
Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pounds.
Master Shallow, there remains a debt of one thousand pounds that I am obliged to repay you.
Master Shallow, I'm still on the hook for that thousand pounds you lent me.
shallow i still owe you that money
Yea, marry, Sir John, which I beseech you to let me have home with me.
Yes indeed, Sir John, which I ask you to let me take home with me.
Yes, Sir John, and I'm asking you to let me take it home with me.
lemme take it home with me
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.
That's almost impossible, Master Shallow. Don't worry about this; I will be called for privately by him. Listen, he has to seem this way to the world. Don't fear for your future—I will still be the man who makes you great.
That's probably not going to happen, Master Shallow. Don't stress about this though—he'll call me aside privately. He has to act like this for everybody else. Trust me, your future is fine—I'll be the one who makes you important.
cant give you cash now but he'll call me later private like dont worry ill make you big
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.
I cannot see how, unless you give me your coat and stuff me with straw. I ask you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred of my thousand.
I don't see how that's going to happen, unless you turn into a stuffed dummy. Come on, Sir John, at least give me five hundred of my thousand back.
how unless youre a scarecrow just give me 500 back
Sir, I will be as good as my word. This that you heard was but a
colour.
Sir, I will be as good as my word. What you heard was just an act.
Sir, I promise you I'm good for it. That whole thing was just theater.
ill pay you back that was just an act
A colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John.
An act that I'm afraid you will die in, Sir John.
An act that I think you'll end up actually dying in, Sir John.
an act youll die in for real
Fear no colours. Go with me to dinner. Come, Lieutenant Pistol; come,
Bardolph. I shall be sent for soon at night.
Don't be afraid. Let's go to dinner. Come, Pistol; come, Bardolph. I will be called for soon tonight.
Don't worry about it. Come on, let's get food. Come on, Pistol; come on, Bardolph. I'll get called for soon tonight.
lets eat i'll get called for later tonight
The King does not say 'Sir John.' He does not say 'Falstaff.' He does not even say 'fool' or 'rogue.' He says 'old man.' The phrase removes the name, removes the specific relationship, removes the history. It places Falstaff in a category: someone past their time, someone who has not grown alongside their grey hair, someone who still belongs to a world that no longer exists. 'Old man' is both kind (it acknowledges his age) and devastating (it denies his individuality). It says: you are a type, not a person I know. The verb 'know' does the rest: 'I know thee not' — not as a declaration of future refusal, but as a present-tense fact. The man Falstaff thinks the King knows has never existed outside of Falstaff's imagination.
Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet.
Take all his company along with him.
Go, take Sir John Falstaff to prison. Take all his companions with him.
Go, escort Sir John Falstaff to prison. Bring all of his friends with him.
take falstaff to jail bring his friends too
My lord, my lord,—
Your Majesty, your Majesty—
Your Highness, please—
wait please
I cannot now speak. I will hear you soon.
Take them away.
I cannot speak now. I will listen to you soon. Take them away.
I can't talk right now. I'll hear what you have to say soon. Take them away.
cant talk now hear you later go
_Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta._
If luck torments me, I hope for satisfaction.
If luck turns against me, I hope things work out.
if fortune hurts me i hope for peace
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 banish’d till their conversations
Appear more wise and modest to the world.
I like the way the King is handling this. He intends his usual followers Shall all be very well taken care of, But all are banished until their behavior Appears wiser and more humble to the world.
I like how the King is doing this. He plans to take care of all his usual companions, But they're all banned until they show they've Become wiser and more respectful to everyone.
kings doing this right theyll all be fine but banned till they change
And so they are.
And that is what is happening.
And that's exactly what's happening.
yep thats it
The King hath call’d his parliament, my lord.
The King has called his parliament, my lord.
The King has called parliament together, my lord.
kings called parliament
He hath.
He has.
He has.
he did
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?
I will bet that before this year ends, We will take our swords and fight As far as France. I heard a bird sing Whose song, I think, pleased the King. Shall we go?
I'd bet that before the year is over, We'll be fighting in France with real swords. I heard someone sing a song that I think the King really liked. Ready to go?
bet were going to france this year i heard a song the king liked lets go
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.
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 he be killed with
your hard opinions; for Oldcastle died a martyr, and this is not the
man. My tongue is weary; when my legs are too, I will bid you good
night.
First my nervousness; then my bow; finally my speech. My fear is that you don't like what you see; my bow shows my duty; and my speech is to ask your forgiveness. If you expect a great speech now, you ruin me, for what I have to say is my own work; and what I really should say will, I worry, end up as my own disaster. But to the point and so to the chance. You should know, as you very well do, I was recently here at the end of a disappointing play, to ask your patience with it and to promise you a better one. I meant to repay you with this one; but if, like a bad investment, it arrives poorly, I'm broke, and you, my kind creditors, lose. Here I promised you I would be, and here I give myself to your mercy. Forgive some, and I will pay you some, and, like most people in debt, I promise you without limit. If my words cannot convince you to forgive me, will you order me to use my legs? And yet that would be too little payment, to dance my way out of this debt. But a clear conscience will make any satisfaction possible, and so would I. All the women here have forgiven me; if the men won't, then the men don't agree with the women, which was never seen before in such a gathering. One more word, I ask you. If you are not too full from heavy food, our humble author will continue the story, with Sir John in it, and make you laugh with fair Katherine of France; where, as far as I know, Falstaff might die from sweating, unless he's already been killed by your harsh opinions; for Oldcastle died a martyr, and this is not him. My tongue is tired; when my legs are too, I will bid you good night.
First I'm nervous; then I curtsy; then I talk. I'm scared you'll hate this; my curtsy means I respect you; my speech is asking you to forgive me. If you want a amazing speech right now, I'm ruined, because what I'm going to say is something I wrote myself; and honestly, I'll probably mess it up. But here goes nothing. Let me be clear, you all know this—I was just here at the end of a play that didn't go well, asking you to be patient with it and promising something better next time. I meant to make it up to you with this one; but if it turns out to be a bad deal, I lose everything, and you, my generous audience, lose too. I said I'd be here, and here I am, totally at your mercy. Forgive some of what I owe, and I'll pay you some back, and like everyone who owes money, I'll promise you the moon. If I can't talk you into forgiving me, will you make me dance for it? That seems pretty light payment for what I owe. But a good conscience can fix almost anything, and I wish I could. All the ladies here have forgiven me already; if the guys don't, then the guys disagree with the ladies, and that never happens. One more thing, please. If you're not too full, our author will keep going with Sir John still in it, and make you laugh with pretty Katherine from France; and honestly, Falstaff might just die from sweating, unless your mean opinions already killed him; Oldcastle died as a martyr, this guy isn't him. I'm tired of talking; when my legs get tired, I'll say goodnight.
im nervous sorry please forgive me dont expect too much il do better next time sir john comes back you'll laugh thank you goodnight
The Reckoning
The rejection scene is one of the most argued-over moments in all of Shakespeare. Is Hal right? Is he cruel? Does he have a choice? The scene itself refuses easy answers. Hal's speech is public — it is performed for the court, for England, for history. It is therefore partly political theatre. But the grief in it ('I have long dreamt of such a kind of man... being awaked, I do despise my dream') suggests he is also genuinely mourning what Falstaff represented. Falstaff's response — insisting to Shallow that it was just a performance, that he will be sent for privately — is either tragic self-deception or the last joke of a man who simply cannot accept that the play is over.
If this happened today…
A man who spent years cultivating a friendship with someone now important arrives at the CEO's first public appearance, dressed in old travel clothes, shouting the new CEO's nickname across a formal corporate reception. The CEO turns to his general counsel and says 'Will you deal with that.' Later the CEO stops, faces his old friend directly, and says formally and on record: 'I don't know you. You taught me everything I shouldn't be. You're banned from our offices.' The old friend pulls aside a junior colleague: 'It was just for show. He'll call me tonight.'