Henry V, Act 2 Scene 1 runs 118 lines of dialogue, spoken by 5 speakers. That is longer than the play’s average scene length of about 115 lines. This scene is part of Act 2 of Henry V.
Full Dialogue
Bardolph ♂
Well met, Corporal Nym.
Nym ♂
Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.
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.
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.
we'll be all three sworn brothers to France: let it
be so, good Corporal Nym.
Nym ♂
Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the
certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I
will do as I may: that is my rest, that is the
rendezvous of it.
certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I
will do as I may: that is my rest, that is the
rendezvous of it.
Bardolph ♂
It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nell
Quickly: and certainly she did you wrong; for you
were troth-plight to her.
Quickly: and certainly she did you wrong; for you
were troth-plight to her.
Nym ♂
I cannot tell: things must be as they may: men may
sleep, and they may have their throats about them at
that time; and some say knives have edges. It must
be as it may: though patience be a tired mare, yet
she will plod. There must be conclusions. Well, I
cannot tell.
sleep, and they may have their throats about them at
that time; and some say knives have edges. It must
be as it may: though patience be a tired mare, yet
she will plod. There must be conclusions. Well, I
cannot tell.
Bardolph ♂
Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife: good
corporal, be patient here. How now, mine host Pistol!
corporal, be patient here. How now, mine host Pistol!
Pistol ♂
Base tike, call'st thou me host? Now, by this hand,
I swear, I scorn the term; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.
I swear, I scorn the term; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.
Hostess ♀
No, by my troth, not long; for we cannot lodge and
board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live
honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will
be thought we keep a bawdy house straight.
O well a day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! we
shall see wilful adultery and murder committed.
board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live
honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will
be thought we keep a bawdy house straight.
O well a day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! we
shall see wilful adultery and murder committed.
Bardolph ♂
Good lieutenant! good corporal! offer nothing here.
Nym ♂
Pish!
Pistol ♂
Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-ear'd cur of Iceland!
Hostess ♀
Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put up your sword.
Nym ♂
Will you shog off? I would have you solus.
Pistol ♂
'Solus,' egregious dog? O viper vile!
The 'solus' in thy most mervailous face;
The 'solus' in thy teeth, and in thy throat,
And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy,
And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth!
I do retort the 'solus' in thy bowels;
For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up,
And flashing fire will follow.
The 'solus' in thy most mervailous face;
The 'solus' in thy teeth, and in thy throat,
And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy,
And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth!
I do retort the 'solus' in thy bowels;
For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up,
And flashing fire will follow.
Nym ♂
I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have an
humour to knock you indifferently well. If you grow
foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my
rapier, as I may, in fair terms: if you would walk
off, I would prick your guts a little, in good
terms, as I may: and that's the humour of it.
humour to knock you indifferently well. If you grow
foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my
rapier, as I may, in fair terms: if you would walk
off, I would prick your guts a little, in good
terms, as I may: and that's the humour of it.
Pistol ♂
O braggart vile and damned furious wight!
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near;
Therefore exhale.
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near;
Therefore exhale.
Bardolph ♂
Hear me, hear me what I say: he that strikes the
first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier.
first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier.
Pistol ♂
An oath of mickle might; and fury shall abate.
Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give:
Thy spirits are most tall.
Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give:
Thy spirits are most tall.
Nym ♂
I will cut thy throat, one time or other, in fair
terms: that is the humour of it.
terms: that is the humour of it.
Pistol ♂
'Couple a gorge!'
That is the word. I thee defy again.
O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get?
No; to the spital go,
And from the powdering tub of infamy
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind,
Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse:
I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly
For the only she; and–pauca, there's enough. Go to.
That is the word. I thee defy again.
O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get?
No; to the spital go,
And from the powdering tub of infamy
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind,
Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse:
I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly
For the only she; and–pauca, there's enough. Go to.
Boy ♂
Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master, and
you, hostess: he is very sick, and would to bed.
Good Bardolph, put thy face between his sheets, and
do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he's very ill.
you, hostess: he is very sick, and would to bed.
Good Bardolph, put thy face between his sheets, and
do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he's very ill.
Bardolph ♂
Away, you rogue!
Hostess ♀
By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of
these days. The king has killed his heart. Good
husband, come home presently.
these days. The king has killed his heart. Good
husband, come home presently.
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?
France together: why the devil should we keep
knives to cut one another's throats?
Pistol ♂
Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl on!
Nym ♂
You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?
Pistol ♂
Base is the slave that pays.
Nym ♂
That now I will have: that's the humour of it.
Pistol ♂
As manhood shall compound: push home.
Bardolph ♂
By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll
kill him; by this sword, I will.
kill him; by this sword, I will.
Pistol ♂
Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course.
Bardolph ♂
Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends:
an thou wilt not, why, then, be enemies with me too.
Prithee, put up.
an thou wilt not, why, then, be enemies with me too.
Prithee, put up.
Nym ♂
I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at betting?
Pistol ♂
A noble shalt thou have, and present pay;
And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood:
I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me;
Is not this just? for I shall sutler be
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.
And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood:
I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me;
Is not this just? for I shall sutler be
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.
Nym ♂
I shall have my noble?
Pistol ♂
In cash most justly paid.
Nym ♂
Well, then, that's the humour of't.
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.
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.
the even of it.
Pistol ♂
Nym, thou hast spoke the right;
His heart is fracted and corroborate.
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.
he passes some humours and careers.
Pistol ♂
Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins we will live.
118 lines rendered verbatim from the dialogue corpus.
Who’s On Stage
Speaking characters in this scene
| Character | Lines | Share |
|---|---|---|
| Pistol | 41 | 34.7% |
| Nym | 37 | 31.4% |
| Bardolph | 22 | 18.6% |
| Hostess | 14 | 11.9% |
| Boy | 4 | 3.4% |
Line distribution
The top speaker in this scene delivers 41 lines, while the scene’s average per speaker is about 24 lines.
Total speakers on stage
5 named characters speak in this scene.
Scene in Context
Position within Act 2
This is Scene 1 of 5 in Act 2 of Henry V.
Scene length vs. play average
At 118 lines, this scene is longer than the Henry V average scene in Henry V (~115 lines).
Adjacent scenes
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About Act 2 Scene 1 of Henry V
Who carries Act 2 Scene 1 of Henry V?
Pistol, with 41 lines — about 35% of the scene.
Is the scene a dialogue or a solo?
With 5 speakers and the lead holding 35% of the lines, this scene is a balanced multi-voice exchange.