I will never, ever tire of librarysleevefacing.
God save thy grace, King Hal! my royal Hal!
The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!
God save thee, my sweet boy!
KING HENRY IV
My lord chief-justice, speak to that vain man.
Have you your wits? know you what ‘tis to speak?
My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!
KING HENRY V
I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers;
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
— Hal’s final repudiation of Falstaff, from Henry IV: Part II, V.v. [single tear]
But to say I know more harm in him than in myself,
were to say more than I know. That he is old, the
more the pity, his white hairs do witness it; but
that he is, saving your reverence, a whoremaster,
that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault,
God help the wicked! if to be old and merry be a
sin, then many an old host that I know is damned: if
to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh’s lean kine
are to be loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto,
banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack
Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff,
valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant,
being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him
thy Harry’s company, banish not him thy Harry’s
company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.
— Falstaff pleads for clemency from his beloved Hal. He is pathetic here—both of them know how lecherous and greedy and legitimately harmful he is—but what’s also apparent is just how much he loves Hal. It’s heartbreaking. From Henry IV: Part I, II.iv.