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Henry V – Act Two Scene Three

Back in Eastcheap it is a sombre mood as Hostess Quickly relates the death of Falstaff.

BARDOLPH

Would I were with him, wheresome’er he is, either in
heaven or in hell!

Hostess

Nay, sure, he’s not in hell: he’s in Arthur’s
bosom, if ever man went to Arthur’s bosom. A’ made
a finer end and went away an it had been any
christom child; a’ parted even just between twelve
and one, even at the turning o’ the tide: for after
I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with
flowers and smile upon his fingers’ ends, I knew
there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as
a pen, and a’ babbled of green fields. ‘How now,
sir John!’ quoth I ‘what, man! be o’ good
cheer.’ So a’ cried out ‘God, God, God!’ three or
four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a’
should not think of God; I hoped there was no need
to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So
a’ bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my
hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as
cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and
they were as cold as any stone, and so upward and
upward, and all was as cold as any stone.

They reminisce about Falstaff

Boy

Do you not remember, a’ saw a flea stick upon
Bardolph’s nose, and a’ said it was a black soul
burning in hell-fire?

BARDOLPH

Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire:
that’s all the riches I got in his service.

Bardolph

 

They depart for Southampton and then the War in France

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Henry V – act Two scene One

After transporting us to Southampton we have Act two Scene One set in…London, near the Tavern at Eastcheap.  The final two lines of the act two Chorus seem to be added in to allow for this scene.

Chorus (Act two, Prologue)

But, till the king come forth, and not till then,
Unto Southampton do we shift our scene.

“We will be in Southampton as I promised but not till the King comes onstage.”

So, in London, we meet Bardolph and Nym from the Henry IV plays. Nym and Pistol have had a falling out as Pistol has married Mistress Quickly, (also from the Henry IV plays and Merry wives of Windsor) betrothed to Nym.

BARDOLPH

What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet?

NYM

For my part, I care not: I say little; but when
time shall serve, there shall be smiles; but that
shall be as it may. I dare not fight; but I will
wink and hold out mine iron: it is a simple one; but
what though? it will toast cheese, and it will
endure cold as another man’s sword will: and
there’s an end.

BARDOLPH

I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends; and
we’ll be all three sworn brothers to France: let it
be so, good Corporal Nym

Enter Pistol and his wife, Nell Quickly, and a quarrel is started with some elaborate curses from Pistol

PISTOL

Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-ear’d cur of Iceland! 

PISTOL

O braggart vile and damned furious wight

PISTOL
O hound of Crete, think’st thou my spouse to get?

Bardolph tries to keep the peace between them

BARDOLPH

Come, shall I make you two friends? We must to
France together: why the devil should we keep
knives to cut one another’s throats

The Hostess tells them that Falstaff, promised to appear at the end of Henry IV part 2 is dying.

Henry IV Part 2 (Epilogue)

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
any thing I know, Falstaff shall die of a sweat,
unless already a’ be killed with your hard
opinion

Nell Quickly tells them to come back to the tavern

Hostess

As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir
John. Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning
quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to
behold. Sweet men, come to him.

NYM

The king hath run bad humours on the knight; that’s
the even of it.

PISTOL

Nym, thou hast spoke the right;
His heart is fracted and corroborate.

NYM

The king is a good king: but it must be as it may;
he passes some humours and careers.

PISTOL

Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins we will live.

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