More rushes, more rushes.
More rushes, more rushes.
More rushes, more rushes.
more rushes, more rushes.
The trumpets have sounded twice.
The trumpets have sounded twice.
The trumpets have sounded twice.
the trumpets have sounded twice.
’Twill be two o’clock ere they come from the coronation. Dispatch,
dispatch.
’Twill be two o’clock ere they come from the coronation. Dispatch, dispatch.
’Twill be two o’clock ere they come from the coronation. Dispatch, dispatch.
’twill two o’clock ere
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 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 do you grace. I will leer upon him as he comes by, and do but mark the counten...
stand here me, master
God bless thy lungs, good knight!
God bless your lungs, good knight!
God bless your lungs, good knight!
god bless thy lungs, good
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. 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 does better. This does infer the zeal I had to see him.
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 y...
come here, pistol, stand behind
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 so.
It does so.
doth so.
It shows my earnestness of affection—
It shows my earnestness of affection—
It shows my earnestness of affection—
shows earnestness
It doth so.
It does so.
It does so.
doth so.
My devotion—
My devotion—
My devotion—
devotion—
It doth, it doth, it doth.
It does, it does, it does.
It does, it does, it does.
doth, doth,
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 deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience to shift me—
As it were, to ride day and night, and not to deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience to shift me—
were, ride
It is best, certain.
It is best, certain.
It is best, certain.
best, certain.
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 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 stained with travel, and sweating with desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting all affairs else in oblivion, as if...
but stand stained with
’Tis _semper idem_, for _obsque hoc nihil est;_ ’tis all in every part.
’Tis _semper idem_, for _obsque hoc nihil est;_ ’tis all in every part.
’Tis _semper idem_, for _obsque hoc nihil est;_ ’tis all in every part.
’tis _semper idem_, for _obsque
’Tis so, indeed.
’Tis so, indeed.
’Tis so, indeed.
’tis so, indeed.
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 inflame your noble liver, And make you rage. your Doll, and Helen of your 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 inflame your noble liver, And make you rage. your Doll, and Helen of your noble thoughts, Is in base durance and contagiou...
knight, will inflame
I will deliver her.
I will deliver her.
I will deliver her.
will deliver her.
There roar’d the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.
There roar’d the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.
There roar’d the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.
there roar’d the sea, and
God save thy Grace, King Hal, my royal Hal!
God save your Grace, King Hal, my royal Hal!
God save your Grace, King Hal, my royal Hal!
god save thy grace, king
The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!
The heavens you guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!
The heavens you guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!
the heavens thee guard and
God save thee, my sweet boy!
God save you, my sweet boy!
God save you, my sweet boy!
god save thee, sweet
My Lord Chief Justice, speak to that vain man.
My Lord Chief Justice, speak to that vain man.
My Lord Chief Justice, speak to that vain man.
lord chief justice, speak
Have you your wits? Know you what ’tis you speak?
Have you your wits? Know you what ’tis you speak?
Have you your wits? Know you what ’tis you speak?
have you your wits? know
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 Jove! I speak to you, my heart!
My King! My Jove! I speak to you, my heart!
king! jove!
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 know you not, old man. Fall to your 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 your body hence, and more your grace; Leave gormandizing; know the grave does gape For you 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 does know, so shall the world perceive, That I have turn’d away my former self; So will I those that kept me company. When you do hear I am as I have been, Approach me, and you shall be as you wast, The tutor and the feeder of my riots. Till then I banish you, 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 know you not, old man. Fall to your prayers. How ill white hairs becomes a fool and jester! I have long dreamt of such a kind of man, So s...
know thee not, old
Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pounds.
Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pounds.
Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pounds.
master shallow, owe you
Yea, marry, Sir John, which I beseech you to let me have home with me.
Yea, marry, Sir John, which I beseech you to let me have home with me.
Yea, marry, Sir John, which I beseech you to let me have home with me.
yea, marry, sir john, which
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 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 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 wor...
that can hardly be, master
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 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 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 o...
cannot perceive how, unless
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. This that you heard was but a colour.
Sir, I will be as good as my word. This that you heard was but a colour.
sir, will
A colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John.
A colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John.
A colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John.
colour that fear
Fear no colours. Go with me to dinner. Come, Lieutenant Pistol; come,
Bardolph. I shall be sent for soon at night.
Fear no colours. Go with me to dinner. Come, Lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph. I shall be sent for soon at night.
Fear no colours. Go with me to dinner. Come, Lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph. I shall be sent for soon at night.
fear colours. with
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, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet. Take all his company along with him.
Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet. Take all his company along with him.
go, carry sir john falstaff
My lord, my lord,—
My lord, my lord,—
My lord, my lord,—
lord, lord,—
I cannot now speak. I will hear you soon.
Take them away.
I cannot now speak. I will hear you soon. Take them away.
I cannot now speak. I will hear you soon. Take them away.
cannot now speak.
_Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta._
_Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta._
_Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta._
_si fortuna tormenta, spero
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 this fair proceeding of the King’s. He has 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 this fair proceeding of the King’s. He has intent his wonted followers Shall all be very well provided for, But all are banish’d till...
like this fair proceeding
And so they are.
And so they are.
And so they are.
and they are.
The King hath call’d his parliament, my lord.
The King has call’d his parliament, my lord.
The King has call’d his parliament, my lord.
the king hath call’d his
He hath.
He has.
He has.
hath.
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 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 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, ...
will lay odds that,
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 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 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 l...
first fear; then
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.'