Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 14 (madestee, welse, enormity, bench, peopill, worshipful…). Matches are highlighted.
did commit you: if the deed were ill, Be you contented, wearing now the garland, To have a son set your decrees at nought? To pluck down Justice from your awful bench? To trip the course of law and blunt the sword, That guards the peace and safeue of your person? Nay more, to spurn at your most royal image, And mock your workings
Full speech
Whats he that goes there? Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury. Go carry sir John Falstalfe to the Fleet, Take all his company along with him. He that was in question for the robbery? What to York? call him back again. I am sure he is to the hearing of any thing good, go pluck him by the elbow, I must speak with him. Si John Falstaff, a word with you. I talk not of his majesty, you would not come when I sent for you. Well, God mend him, I pray you let me speak with you. What tell you me of it, be it as it is. I think you are fallen into the disease, for you hear no what I say to you. To punish you by the heals, would amend the atten cion of your ears, and I care not if I do become your physician. I sent for you when there were matters against you for your life to come speak with me. Well, the truth is sir John, you live in great infamy. Your means are very slender, and your waste is great. You have misled the youthful prince. Well, I am loath to gall a new healed wound, your days service at Shrewsbury, hath a little guilded over your nights exploit on Gadshill, you may thank that unquiet time, for your quiet oreposting that Actium. But since all is well, keep it so, wake not a sleeping wolf. What you are as a candle, the better partly, burned out. There is not a white hair in your face, but should have his effect of gravity. You ollow the young prince up and down, Like his ill angel. It is very joust, look, here comes good sir John, give me your good hand, give me your worships good hand, by my troth you Like well, and bear your years very well, welcome good sir John. How does the King? I hope not dead. I would his Majesty had called me with him: The service that I truly did his life, Hath left me open to all injuries. I know he does not, and do arm my self To welcome the condition of the time, Which cannot look more hideously upon me, Than I have drawn it in my fantasy. Oh God, I fear all will be overturned. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour, Led by that impartial conduct of my soul. And never shall you see that I will beg A ragged and forestald remission, If truth and upright innocence fail me. I'll to the King my master that is dead, And tell him who hath sent me after him Enter the Prince and Blu to Good morrow, and God save your majesty. I am assure, if I be measurde rightly, Your majesty hath no joust cause to hate me. I then did use the person of your father, The image of his power lay then in me, And in administration of his law, While I was busy for the common wealth, Your Highness pleased to forget my place, The majesty and power of law and justice, The image of the King whom I presented, And struck me in my very seat of judgement, Whereon, as and offendor to your father,) I gave bold way to my authority, And did commit you: if the deed were ill, Be you contented, wearing now the garland, To have a son set your decrees at nought? To pluck down Justice from your awful bench? To trip the course of law and blunt the sword, That guards the peace and safeue of your person? Nay more, to spurn at your most royal image, And mock your workings in a second body? Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours, Be now the father, and propose a son, Hear your own dignity so much profaned, See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted, Behold your self so by a son disdained: And then imagine me taking your partly, And in your power soft silencing your son, After this cold considerance sentence me, And as you are a King, speak in your state, What I have done that misbecame my place, My person, or my lieges' sovereignty. Have you your wits? know you what 'tis you speak? I cannot now speak, I will hear you soon, take them away. exeunt. And so they are. He hath. Do you set down your name in the scroule of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age? have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, and increasing belly? is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and e very partly about you blasted with antiquity, and will you yet call your self young? fie, fie, fie, sir John. Sir John sir John, I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true cause, the false way: it is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words that come with such more then impudent sawcines from you can thrust me from a level con ideration: you have as it appears to me practised upon the easy yielding spirit of this woman, and made her serve your uses both in purse and in person. Pray thee peace, pay her the debt you owe her, and un pay the villainy you have done with her, the one you may do with sterling money, and the other with currant repentance. Well, God send the prince a better companion. Well, the King hath severed you: I hear you are go king with lord John of Lancaster against the Archbishop and the Earl of Northumberland. Well, be honest be honest, and God bless your ex pedition. Not a penny, not a penny, you are too impatient to bear crosses: fare you well: commend me to my Cousin Westmoreland. What is the matter? keep the peace here, ho. How now sir John, what are you brawling here? Does this become your place, your time, and business? You should have been well on your way to York: Stand from him fellow wherefore hangest thou upon him. For what sum? How comes this sir John? what man of good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation, are you not asha med to enforce a poor widow, to so rough a course to come by her own. You speak as having power to do wrong, but and swer in effect of your reputation, and satisfy the poor woe man. Now master Gower, what news. enter a messenger. I have herd better news. Where lay the King to night? Come all his forces back? You shall have letters of me presently, Come, go along with me, good master Gower. Whats the matter? Sir John, you loiter here too long, Being you are to take soldiers up In Counties as you go. What foolish master taught you these manners, sir John? Now the Lord lighten thee, thou art a great fool.
Plot summary
Plot — 2 Henry the Fourth
After the battle of Shrewsbury, there are contradictory rumours abroad as to the outcome: some say that the King and his son have vanquished Lord Hotspur of Lancaster, whereas in fact they won. Now Lord John of Lancaster is travelling north with a power, including Sir John Falstaff, to crush the regrouping remnants of the Percy rebellion. Mistress Quickly tries to have Falstaff arrested for debt, while threatens to prevent him setting out for London, but he talks his way out of it. Back from a military expedition in Wales, Prince Henry and Poins disguise themselves as drawers and eavesdrop on Falstaff’s conversation: he says uncomplimentary things about them, but Falstaff excuses himself inventively when confronted. Northumberland’s family persuade him to flee to Scotland rather than join the other northern rebels. Falstaff musters troops in Gloucestershire, but the best men bribe their way out, leaving him with the least suitable soldiers. Prince John sees the rebels and agrees to redress their grievances if they disband their army; but when they do so, he has them arrested for treason. Falstaff arrives in the north late, but meets the rebel Sir John Colville, who promptly surrenders without a fight, having heard Falstaff’s reputation. Prince John returns to court, but Falstaff goes via Gloucestershire to visit Justice Shallow. The sickly King prepares for death, and worries about the kingdom’s future in the hands of his eldest son. News arrives of the defeat of all the rebels. Prince Henry finds his father asleep with the crown beside him, and, thinking him dead, tries it on. The King wakes to find his crown gone. Brought back, the Prince excuses himself, and the King gives deathbed advice: he should pursue an aggressive foreign policy to distract from internal dissent. He dies in the Jerusalem chamber, fulfilling a prophecy that he will die in Jerusalem. Henry V is not the King everyone expected the Prince to be. He confirms in office the Lord Chief Justice, who had imprisoned him for his misdemeanours. Pistol brings to Gloucestershire news of his accession, and Falstaff anticipates power for himself and his associates. He is disappointed: when he accosts the King at his coronation, Henry refuses to acknowledge him, and banishes him — though with a pension to ensure that poverty does not lead him back into crime. Falstaff is convinced that this is only a public show of rejection, which will later be countermanded in private; but in fact he and his crew…