This play’s title, The Second Part of Henry the Fourth, is box office poison. That is a shame, because people who know the play agree it is one of Shakespeare’s greatest; yet audiences rarely get a chance to see it. To understand the way its title has limited the production of the play, imagine that the sequel to Julius Caesar was called “The
Second Part of the History of Mark Antony” instead of Antony and Cleopatra, and ask yourself how much that play would get staged.
So I suggest you forget the title and think of the play you are seeing as Fat Jack and The Two Harrys or The Flim Flammer Knight’s Dream.
The play is about love: the love of parents, the love of children for their parents, the love of friends, and – for a brief moment – it’s about the love of a man and a woman. You might miss that moment because the woman in question is a prostitute and the man is fat and old. Being old, however, is the other major subject of this play –
perhaps the best ever on that theme.
How do we face old age? Falstaff, the character in literature so famously full of life, tries to ignore it. He tells the Chief Justice that he is in the “vaward of our youth.” To which the Chief Justice says, “Will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John!” And when Doll Tearsheet asks Falstaff when he will leave fighting and
fornicating and prepare himself for heaven, Falstaff says, “Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a death’s-head; do not bid me remember mine end.”
Running through the play are many reminders that he will have to face that end, among them Justice Shallow, an acquaintance of Falstaff’s youth who is now a prosperous old man. When Falstaff looks at Shallow he sees double: he sees the social striver he is glad not to be, but he sees too the security that he does not have. Imagine your 50th high school reunion. What if the nerd in your high school – let’s call him Shallow – has made it big in real estate and has “land and beefs,” while the popular class clown, the drunk who cut all the corners and broke all the rules – let’s call him Falstaff – has spent all his fortune and is counting for his retirement on the friendship of a young prince? Doubting your immortality is bad enough; doubting what you’ve done with your life is worse.
Enjoyed on its own terms, 2 Henry IV is a “history play” in the same way King Lear is: the story of our lives. Yes, the last scene is about a young King’s choice between responsibility and friendship, but it moves us so deeply because in Falstaff and in his fate we see some of Lear’s “unaccommodated man” and we see ourselves.
Earlier in the play, alone with his whore, Falstaff utters a three-word sentence: “I am old.” Before she can protest, he says it again: “I am old.” This is the truth he fights against with all his might; this is his one brave battle.
This wonderful play deserves a better title, but The Winter’s Tale is taken.
Ralph Alan Cohen
Director of Mission and Co-founder
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