If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them should be, to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.
Westmoreland meets with the Archbishop, Lord Hastings and some of the others to try to sort out the mess and perhaps head off the upcoming battle. They’re not wild about the idea but give him a list of grievances to pass on to Prince John. Who appears soon after to meet with them in person. They seem to have come to an agreement but after the rebels send away their troops the prince pulls a fast one and arrests them for the crime of high treason. Falstaff turns up, a day late and a dollar short, and proceeds to give a longish speech on the merits of boozing.
The good news is carried to the king, but he’s under the weather and it doesn’t do much for him. While he’s in a deep sleep, coma or whatever Prince Harry comes along and gives a little speech and takes the king’s crown, assuming he has already died. Which doesn’t go over so well with the not yet dead king. But he gets over it and proceeds to give Harry some (almost) deathbed advice.