Chapter 11 third act

First Westminster.a room in the palace Enter KING HENRY, in his pajamas, with his page. King Henry Send to the Earl of Surrey and Earl of Warwick; Before they come, let them read this letter, and think it over.go quickly. (Exit the Servant.) Thousands of my poorest people are sleeping soundly at this time!Sleep!O soft sleep!Nature's tender nurse, how have I frightened you, that you will no longer close my eyelids for me, and immerse my feelings in the river of oblivion?Why, sleep, you would rather dwell in a smoky thatched hut, stretch your limbs on uncomfortable straw slats, and let the buzzing mosquitoes drive you to sleep, than die in the scented smog of a prince In the deep palace, under the luxurious tent, let the sweetest music intoxicate you?O you god of the desert!Why dost thou lie in a filthy bed with a lowly fool, And make the king's couch a watch-box or a wake-up call?Would you not make the young sailor close his eyes on the towering and dizzying mast?The wind and waves are his cradle, and the huge waves are swept up by the wind to the high clouds, making a deafening noise, even the god of death will be awakened from his sleep by it.Ah, eccentric sleep!You can give your repose to a stormy sailor in such perilous times, but in the quietest evenings, in the warmest and most comfortable surroundings, do you deny a king your bounty?Sleep then, happy lowly one!A crowned head cannot rest on his pillow.

Enter Warwick and Surrey. Good morning, His Majesty Warwick! King Henry Is this morning, gentlemen? Warwick had struck one. Good morning, King Henry, my gentlemen.Have you read my letter to you? Warwick We have read, my lord. KING Then you know how bad our country is; what a dangerous disease this kingdom is stricken with, and the poison is near its heart. Warwick is just like a sick body, as long as he follows the doctor's advice, recuperates properly, and takes a little bait, he can restore his original health.Although the Earl of Northumberland participated in the conspiracy, his enthusiasm will soon cool down.

King Henry O God!If a person can read the secret book of fate, he can predict the changes of time series, which will flatten the mountains and turn the continents into seas!If only he had known that time too would make the sand that encircles the ocean a belt too wide for the thin waist of the Neptune!How many different liquors would the cup of life be filled with, if he knew how chance would play!what!Had all this been foreseen, the happiest young man would have closed the book, sat down, Peace of mind waiting to die.Less than ten years ago Richard and Northumberland were very good friends, and used to dine together, and two years later they met at war; only eight years ago, this Pansy was my closest friend. My confidant, served me like a brother, laid his love and his life at my feet, and defied him even in Richard's presence for my sake.But which of the two of you was there at that time? (to Warwick) You, Mr. Neville, I remember you.Richard, after being scolded by Northumberland, had said with tears in his eyes, and now his prophecy was fulfilled: "Northumberland," said he, "you are a ladder, I Bolingbroke, brother of my family, ascended to my throne by you; "Though, God knows, I really did not have such intentions at the time, yet the necessity of the situation forced me to accept this honorable position. "One day," he went on, "the day will fester and fester in base vice." And so he went on, predicting today's situation and the rupture of our two friendships.

Each Warwick has a history in his life, and by observing the nature of his past behavior, one can use approximate guesses to predict his subsequent changes. Although the germ of that change has not yet appeared, it is already lurking in its embryo middle.With this mode of observation, King Richard may have guessed quite rightly, for since Northumberland was then unfaithful to him, the seeds of treachery might grow into greater treachery, and you are He transplanted the only ground of his treachery. KING Are these facts then necessary?Let us face these inevitable facts with fearlessness.They say that the bishop and Northumberland have fifty thousand men together.

Nothing that will happen to Warwick, Your Majesty!Rumors double the strength of the enemy's fear, as echoes double a sentence.Your Majesty, please go to sleep for a while.I swear by my soul, Your Majesty, the troops you have sent out will definitely be able to overcome the skin kung fu effortlessly.I have another piece of good news for Your Majesty. I have been assured that Glendower is dead.Your Majesty has been in disobedience to your health for the past two weeks, so staying up late at night is very detrimental to your health. KING HENRY I will take your advice.If these civil wars are settled, my lords, we shall be able to march to the Holy Land. (same below.)

Second Gloucestershire.Courtyard in front of Judge Xia Lu's residence Xialu and Sirens came from the opposite direction; Moldy Old Man, Shadow, Sarcoma, Weak Man, Little Bull and servants followed. Come, come, come, brother; give me your hand, brother, give me your hand, brother.By the cross, you rise so early!How is my dear Sirens? Good morning Sirence, brother Xialu. Xia Lu, my virtuous sister-in-law, how is your respect?How about your beautiful maiden, my goddaughter Ellen? Silence alas!A little bird, sir Charlu! Xialu sure, brother, I dare say my nephew William is a very learned man.He's still at Oxford, isn't he?

That's Sirence, man, I've spent a lot of money on him. Xia Lu Then he must be going to law school soon.I used to be at Clemens, and I think they're still talking about crazy Shiloh over there. Sirence They called you Shiloh the Prodigal back then, old man. To be honest, Xia Lu, I have been called by all nicknames; really, I can't do anything, and if I want to do it, I have to do it happily.It was me then, John Doitt Jr. of Staffordshire, Black George Barnes, Francis Pickham, and Will Smith of Cotswald. Quail, you won't find four hooligan friends in any law school anymore.I can tell you that we know where there are flower girls, and the best ones are reserved for us.Jack Falstaff, who is now Sir John, was a boy at the side of Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.

Is this Sir John Sir John, Sir Sirence, the one who is here to inquire about recruiting? Shallow was this Sir John, it was he.I saw him break Scrooge's head in front of the college, when he was a little rascal who didn't like his height; the same day I met a fruit-seller, Samson Stowe, at the back door of Gray's Kefiss fights.Jesus!Jesus!What crazy days I lived!How many old friends I have seen die one by one! Silence We're all going to follow, old man. Xia Lu is exactly right; very right, very right.As the psalmist said, man is mortal; all are mortal.How much would two good bulls fetch at the Stamford Fair?

Sirens, you won't lie, brother, I didn't go there. Xia Lu's death is inevitable.Is old de Boer in your town alive now? Sirence is dead, brother. Xialu Jesus!Jesus!died!He draws a bow well; dead!He shoots a good arrow.John Gaunt liked him very much, and had placed many bets on him.died!He'll hit the heart from two hundred and forty paces away, and it's admirable to watch.How much would twenty ewes sell for now? Sirence, twenty good ewes might be worth ten pounds, depending on the circumstances. Is old De Boer, Shilu dead? Here are two men from Sir John, sent by Sir John Falstaff, I think.

Enter Bardolph and another. Good morning Bardolph, two upright gentlemen; which one is Judge Shallow? Shallow I am Robert Shallow, a humble squire of this county, magistrate; what advice does your lord have? Mr. Bardolph, our captain salutes you; our captain, Sir John Falstaff, by Heaven, a fighting gentleman, and most valiant leader. Xia Lu has trouble for his next question.I knew he was a good player with the whistle.How is the good knight?May I ask his wife how she is? Mr. Bardolph, I beg your pardon, the soldier is not at home. Xia Lu, you speak very well, really, very well. "Aspirations are not at home!" is very good; really, that is very good; a famous saying is always worthy of praise. "Ambition is not at home," this is a well-known saying.

Bardolph With all due respect, sir.I heard this too.Do you call it a "famous quote"?To be honest, I don't know any famous sayings; but I want to prove by my sword that it is a soldier's speech, and it is a very correct command. "Family"-that is to say, it's all well and good for a man to have a family, or to think that he has a family. Xia Lu was right. Enter Falstaff. Shiloh, here comes good Sir John.Give me your hand, give me your hand.To tell the truth, your complexion is very good, and you don't look old at all.Welcome, good Sir John. Falstaff I am glad to see you well, good Mr. Robert Shallow.Is this Mr. Shurkard? Shilu No, Sir John; he is my cousin Cyrus, and my colleague. Falstaff Good Mr. Sirence, with all respect and respect, you are the best policeman. Your Majesty Sirens has come and is very welcome. Falstaff Oh!It's hot, gentlemen.Have you found five or six strong men for me? Shiloh, well, I found it, sir.Please sit down. Falstaff Please show me them. What about Xia Lu's list?What about the list?What about the list?Let me see, let me see, let me see. ,,,,,,;it is good.Old man Rauf!Whoever's name I call will come out, and whoever's name is called will come out.Let me see, where is the old man? Moldy old man has it, my lord. Shallow What do you think, Sir John?A strong man with strong hands and feet; young and strong, and his relatives and friends are very reliable. Falstaff Is your name Old Mold? Old man mold is exactly that, back to the master. Falstaff Then you ought to be used more often. Xia Lu ha ha ha!great!real!Things that are not used often get moldy; wonderful.You speak well, Sir John; very well. Falstaff took him. Old Mold, I have served as a soldier several times, please forgive me and let me go.After I left, there was no one to work for my old mother, how would she live?You don't have to take me; there are many people who can afford a gun better than I can. Come Falstaff, what's the fuss, old man!you have to go.It's time to tell you to stretch your legs, too. My old man stretches his legs? Xialu, don't make a fuss, guy, don't make a fuss!stand aside.Do you know where you are?There are a few more, Sir John, let me see.Shadow Simon! Well Falstaff, he will let me sit out of the sun.I'm afraid he was cold as a soldier. Where is Xia Lu's shadow? There is a shadow, sir. Falstaff Shadow, whose son are you? Shadow my mother's son, sir. Falstaff Thy mother's son!It is still true, and you are the shadow of your father; and the son of a woman is the shadow of a man, as is often the case in reality, and the son is but a shadow, and the essence of his father is not to be found in him. Shallow Do you like him, Sir John? Falstaff's shadow is useful in the summer; he was taken, for there are quite a few shadows filled with miles in our bills. Shirley's Sarcoma Thomas! Falstaff Where is he? There's sarcoma, sir. Falstaff Is your name Sarcoma? Sarcoma is, sir. Falstaff you are an ugly sarcoma. Shallow Will you take him, Sir John? Not Falstaff; it would be disrespectful to have a man like him in the ranks. Xia Lu ha ha ha!You speak well, sir; you speak well, admire, admire.Weak Francis! The weak have it, my lord. FALSTAFF What's your business, weak man? Weak tailor, sir. Shall take him, ser? Falstaff too.But if he had been a men's tailor, he would have found him by himself.Would you poke as many holes in your enemy's body as you had pierced a dress? Weak man I will do my best, sir. Well said Falstaff, good dressmaker!Well said, brave coward!You will be as brave as an enraged dove or the most majestic mouse.Take the dressmaker; yes, Monsieur Xialu.Take him by all means, Mr. Xialu. My weakling, I hope you will let the sarcoma go, too. Falstaff I wish you were a man's tailor, and could make him presentable.Now that his team with bedbugs has tens of thousands, how can he be sent as an ordinary soldier?So forget it, courageous coward! Weak man Well, never mind, sir! Falstaff I appreciate it, respectable coward.Who's next? Shalu the bull Peter! Well, Falstaff, let's see the bull. The bull has it, sir. Falstaff By God, what a man!Come, fetch the bull, and see if he will bark. Little Bull Lord!My good Captain Grandpa—— Falstaff what!Did you scream before we led you away? O bull, sir!I am a sick person. Falstaff What's wrong with you? The bull has an unlucky cold, sir, and a cough.I got it when I went to strike the bell on the day of the king's coronation, sir. Come, Falstaff, just put on a robe when you go to war; we'll make your cold go away.I can find a way to get your friends to ring the clock for you.Is everything ready? There's two more than you need, Xialu, and four you'll suffice with us, sir; so come in with me to dine. Come Falstaff, I'd like to go in and have a drink with you, but I don't have time to wait for dinner.I am glad to see you, indeed, Monsieur Xialu. Shiloh, Sir John, do you remember the night we slept in the windmill in St. George's country? Falstaff Don't say that, good Mr. Shallow, don't say that. Shaluha!It was a really fun evening.Is that Jean Netwalk girl still alive? Falstaff She's alive, Mr. Shallow. Xia Lu always wanted to drive me away, but she just couldn't. Falstaff Oh, oh, she's always saying she can't stand Mr. Shallow's frivolity. Xia Lu really, I would make her angry.She was a flower girl back then.How are you doing now? Falstaff is old, old, Mr. Shallow. Oh, Xia Lu, she must be old; she must be old, of course she will be old; when she and her ex-husband gave birth to Robin, I was not in Clement College. Silence That was fifty-five years ago. Shaluha!Brother Sirens, you can't imagine what this knight and I have been through.what!Sir John, am I right? Falstaff We have heard the chimes at midnight, Mr. Shallow. Shillou Exactly, exactly, exactly; verily, Sir John, we have heard the bells at midnight.Our slogan is "Hey, kids!" Come, let's eat; Come, let's eat.Jesus, what a time we lived!Come on. (Exeunt Falstaff, Shiloh, and Sirence.) Little bull Good corporal Bardolph, do me a favor, and I send you these four ten shillings.To tell you the truth, my lord, I'd rather be hanged, lord, than be a soldier; though I don't mind myself, lord; For myself, I would like to live with my friends; or else, my lord, I don't care much for myself. Good Bardolph, stand aside. My old man, good corporal grandpa, please help me for the sake of my old lady; after I go, no one will work for her anymore; how can she live alone at such an old age?I'll give you forty shillings too, my lord. Good Bardolph, stand aside. Weak man in good conscience, I don't care; we all owe God a life if we die once and don't die a second time.I will never have that kind of despicable thought; whether it is death or life, everything is predestined.Serving the king is everyone's bounden duty; no matter what, if you die this year, you will never die next year. Well said Bardolph; you are a good fellow. Weak man really, I don't have that kind of despicable thoughts. Re-enter Falstaff and the Judges. Come, sir, Falstaff, who shall I take? Xialu four, you can choose freely. Bardolph (to Falstaff) My lord, a word to you.I've got three quid from Old Man and Bull, and they want you to let them go. Falstaff (to Bardolph) Yes. Charlus, Sir John, which four do you want? Falstaff choose for me. Hello Xia Lu, then, Moldy Old Man, Little Bull, Weak Man, Shadow. Old Falstaff, young bull, listen to you two: you, old old, live well at home till you are past service age; and you, young bull, when you grow up enough Come back at military age; I don't want you. Sir John, Sir John, you make no mistake; they are your best soldiers, and I hope you have the best men. Sir Falstaff Charlot, will you tell me how to choose a soldier?Do I pay attention to the thick hands and feet, the strong muscles, the tall figure, the imposing torso and the appearance of a giant?What I want is spirit, Mr. Xialu.Here's a wart, and you see how poor he looks; but when he strikes at you, he's as quick as a tinsmith's hammer, to and fro, quicker than a bucket on a windlass.And this grotesque fellow, Shadow, is exactly what I want; he won't be a target for the enemy, and they can't aim at him any more than they can aim at the edge of a paper knife .If it was a retreat, how swiftly the feeble tailor must have escaped!what!Give me the thin ones, I don't want the tall ones.Take a gun to the sarcoma, Bardolph. Bardolph takes, sarcoma, rushes up; so, so, so. Come Falstaff, get your guns.Well, very good, very good, very good.Ah, give me a thin old shooter with wrinkled skin and bald hair, that's all I need.Well said, indeed, Sarcoma; you're a good chap, and here's your sixpence. Xia Lu doesn't know how to hold a gun, and his posture is completely wrong.I remember when I was at Clemens, on Myrender Meadows - when I was playing Sir Dougnut in King Arthur - there was a little vivacious fellow who would lift his Gun, go here, go there; he'd rush, rush, say, "Tat-tat, bang! bang!" Don't see a guy like him. "Falstaff are very good fellows, Monsieur Shallow.God bless you, Mr. Silence, I know you are not talkative, so I will say no more to you.Farewell, gentlemen; I thank you; I have twelve miles to go to-night.Bardolph, give the uniforms to these soldiers. Sir John, God bless you and help you come home victorious!God grant us peace!When you come back, please come and play with us, and renew our old friendship; perhaps I will go to court with you. Falstaff I hope so, Mr. Shallow. Hello Xia Lu, then it's a deal.God bless you! Farewell Falstaff, good gentlemen! (Exit Xialu and Sirens) Bardolph, lead these soldiers forward. (Exit Bardolph and recruits, etc.) When I come back, I must clean up these two judges; I have seen through this Judge Xialu.Lord, Lord!How prone we age are to this sin of lying.This skinny judge kept telling me about his youthful debauchery, and one out of every three words was a lie, which reached people's ears faster than paying tribute to the Sultan of Turkey.I remember when he was at Clemens College, he looked like a man cut out of cheese after dinner; if he took off his clothes, he was like a carrot with a branch The strange head.He was so thin that short-sighted people could hardly see his shape.He is simply a hungry ghost, but he is greedy like a monkey.He was outdated in everything fashionable; and he sang to the whipped mothers-in-law what he had learned from the coachmen, and swore it was his favorite tune.Now the clown's dagger is a squire, and he speaks of John Gaunt as if he were his brother; and I'll swear he saw him only once in the tournament, and that Sometimes he was beaten on the head by the guards of the chief of ceremonies because he was crowded around.I saw it with my own eyes, and told John Gaunt that he couldn't keep up with Shiloh though he was skinny, because you could stuff him with his clothes and his body in an eel skin; and a treble case was a mansion to him , a palace; now he actually has fields and land, and flocks of cattle and sheep.Well, if I ever come back, I'll make him acquainted; I'll make him my touchstone.Since the big fish can devour the small ones, by the laws of nature, I can't see why I shouldn't give him a little favor.Let time take care of everything and I'll stop there. (Down.)