No Fear Shakespeare: Henry IV Part 1: Act 5, scene i

	KING
	Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge,
	For on their answer will we set on them,
120	And God befriend us as our cause is just.

KING

Then everyone get to their battalions. As soon as they respond, we'll attack. May God be with us. Our cause is just!

Exeunt all but PRINCE HENRY and FALSTAFF

Everyone exits except PRINCE HENRY and FALSTAFF.

	FALSTAFF
	Hal, if thou see me down in the battle and bestride me, so;
	'tis a point of friendship.

FALSTAFF

Hal, if you see me fall in battle, stand over me, like this. It would be an act of friendship.

	PRINCE HENRY
	Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship.
	Say thy prayers, and farewell.

PRINCE HENRY

Only a giant could do you that friendship. Say your prayers, and farewell.

	FALSTAFF
125	I would 'twere bedtime, Hal, and all well.

FALSTAFF

I wish it were bedtime, Hal, and everything were okay.

	PRINCE HENRY
	Why, thou owest God a death.

PRINCE HENRY

But you owe God a death.

Exit PRINCE HENRY

PRINCE HENRY exits.

	FALSTAFF
	'Tis not due yet. I would be loath to pay Him before His day.
	What need I be so forward with Him that calls not on me?
	Well, 'tis no matter. Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if
130	honor prick me off when I come on? How then? Can honor
	set to a leg? no. Or an arm? no. Or take away the grief of a
	wound? No. Honor hath no skill in surgery, then? No. What
	is honor? A word. What is in that word “honor”? What is that
	“honor”? Air. A trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that died
135	o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. 'Tis
	insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the
	living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore,
	I'll none of it. Honor is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my
	catechism.

FALSTAFF

It's not due yet. I'd hate to pay him before the due date. Why should I be so eager to pay him before he even asks for it? Well, it doesn't matter: honor spurs me on. Yeah, but what if honor spurs me off once I'm on, and picks me out to die? What happens then? Can honor set a broken leg? No. Or an arm? No. Can it make a wound stop hurting? No. Honor can't perform surgery, then? No. What is honor? A word. What is in that word, “honor?” What is that “honor?” Air. Quite a bargain! Who has it? A guy who died last Wednesday. Does he feel it? No. Does he hear it? No. It can't be detected, then? Right—not by the dead, anyway. But won't it live with the living? No. Why? Slander won't allow it. That's why I don't want any part of it. Honor is nothing more than a gravestone, and that concludes my catechism .

Exit

He exits.