- Hal: You expect of me a speech? I have only one to give - and it is the same one I'd give were we not standing on the brim of a battlefield. It is the same one I'd give were we to meet in the street by chance! I have only ever hoped for one thing... to see this kingdom united under this English crown! All men are born to die. We know it. We carry it with us always. If your day be today, so be it! Mine will be tomorrow! Or mine today and yours tomorrow. It matters not. What matters is that you know, in your hearts, that today you are that kingdom united. You are England. Each and every one of you - England is you! And it is the space between you. Fight not for yourselves, fight for that space! Fill that space! Make it tissue! Make it mass! Make it impenetrable! Make it yours! Make it England! Make it England! Great men to it. Captains, Lords, great men to it!
- Lord Chamberlain: Who are you?
- Sir John Falstaff: I am I. Who are you?
- Lord Chamberlain: What is your purpose here?
- Sir John Falstaff: I think you just woke me up from it, didn't you?
- The Dauphin of France: Please. Please, speak English. I enjoy to speak English. It is simple and ugly.
- The Dauphin: Well then, boy, let us make famous that field out there. This little village of Agincourt, that will forever mark the site of your callow disgrace.
- Hal: I ask nothing of you, only that you will always speak to me clear and true. Always. Will you promise me only that.
- Hal: If this be your intention, i say you let it be known plainly, and that you desist from this timorous slither, in which you presently engage.
- Hal: And where is the fearsome old warrior Falstaff about whom I've heard so much? You've been mute since we crossed the sea. I seem to be serving as my own chief tactician, my own commander, my own counsel. Where is the fearsome old warrior Falstaff?
- Sir John Falstaff: I speak only when there's something to be said. Too often have I seen men of war invent work for themselves - work that leads to nothing but vainglory and slaughtered men. I'm not that man.
- The Dauphin of France: [Hal enters the tent] Ahh!
- [drums impatiently with fingers]
- The Dauphin of France: Your majesty!
- [smiles and picks up his glass]
- The Dauphin of France: Ah. To your little... victory!
- [drinks]
- The Dauphin of France: Ah. You wonder why I have come? Hm? Do you wonder this? I have not come to offer you surrender, if that is what you're hoping. I have come to describe for you your end days. The screams of your men as they die. Slow. And so, King of, uh, England - you seem so intent on making France your new home. So let me help you. I will drain your body of its blood and bury it under a tree. A little French tree - very young, very small. Since perchance that is fitting of your mind for you to come here - small. And maybe your...
- [mimics a penis with his fingers]
- The Dauphin of France: I mean, your balls must be big, no? Giant balls.
- [laughs]
- The Dauphin of France: Giant balls with a tiny cock!
- [laughs heavily]
- The Dauphin of France: And the sound of your wives and children weeping shall lull me to sleep at night.
- [Falstaff yawns audibly]
- The Dauphin of France: Have you heard what I said?
- Catherine: It would seem that you have no explanation for what you have done. You have shed the blood of so many Christian souls and yet before me now I see only a young and vain and foolish man, so easily riled, so easily beguiled.
- The Dauphin of France: I have been waiting all the morning, all the night for your surrender. Might have saved a great unease had it come sooner.
- Hal: I know you do not speak for your father.
- The Dauphin of France: I do speak for my father.
- Hal: I know you do not speak for your father so I come to you now directly. I have not come to surrender... but too much Christian blood will be spilled on this field today, so I propose this: you and I fight, one man on one man. We fight in our armies' stead. If I lose, my men will leave this place forthwith and forever. You will have my head. If I win, I will assume this kingdom's crown upon your father's death. What say you?
- The Dauphin of France: Are you scared, young Henry?
- Hal: What say you?
- The Dauphin of France: Are you scared of this battle? There is no shame of it.
- Hal: Save your men.
- The Dauphin of France: You save your own men.
- [angrily]
- The Dauphin of France: You came here to me! Surrender to me!
- Hal: I cannot do that.
- The Dauphin of France: Well, then, boy, let us make famous that field out there, this little village of Agincourt, which will forever mark the site of your callow disgrace.
- Sir John Falstaff: Hal. I will come with you. I ask only one favour in return. Square my account with this terrible hag, would you?
- Hotspur: Cousin Mortimer is held by the rebels of Wales. Why do you refuse to pay his ransom?
- King Henry IV: I refuse to pay Mortimer's ransom because I refuse to believe Mortimer a prisoner. I rather believe Mortimer to be a traitor. Your victory over the Scots was a most heroic one, heroic because improbable. Our most recent loss to the Welsh, however, should not have been suffered. Our strength should have had it staved. And I must conclude only that it was suffered with Mortimer's help, that Mortimer has joined the Welsh rebels, that he has betrayed England and that far from being a prisoner, your cousin is now an enemy of mine and, therefore, of yours. Do you agree with my précis, good Hotspur?
- Hotspur: No.
- Northumberland: My son.
- Hotspur: I believe yours to be the ramblings of a crazy old demon.
- Northumberland: Harry. Please. Stop this.
- King Henry IV: Let him speak. I wish to hear him.
- Northumberland: My liege...
- Hotspur: Yours are the ramblings of an old man so saturated with malice and mistrust that he no longer knows up from down, who can no longer see beyond the walls of his own monstrous schloss. My family has served you. My father, my uncle. We aided you in your ascension. And still we fight for you. Cousin Mortimer has fought for you - hard and for many years. And yet while you now slobber over that chicken's wing, he shivers in a western prison awaiting mutilation at the hands of Welsh witches.
- Northumberland: My liege, you must forgive my son. He needs rest. We come only to advocate for your help in securing Mortimer's release.
- Hotspur: All that we have done for you we have done for the good of England, but I fear now that we have made a terrible mistake. I fear the battles we have fought have been fought only to indulge your hateful madness. Our lands are now more riven with war than ever before. You have rebellion stewing in all corners. The Scots are not finished. The Welsh have only just begun. And for what? Why do you think this might be, old man? Who do you imagine might be to blame for this?
- Northumberland: My liege...
- King Henry IV: You are right, young Percy. I owe you much. I owe your family still more. You have fought nobly for me. You carry wounds fresh for me to see. And your grievances too - they have been heard. But if the Scottish traitors you have taken prisoner are not brought to me as speedily as they might travel, I will hang you by your fucking neck. Has this been heard, Percy?