Henry IV, Part 1 (Folio 1 1623)
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The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.
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¶nor no more truth in thee, then in a drawne Fox: and for
¶Wooman-hood, Maid-marian may be the Deputies wife
¶of the Ward to thee. Go you nothing: go.
¶Host. Say, what thing? what thing?
2125Falst. What thing? why a thing to thanke heauen on.
¶Host. I am no thing to thanke heauen on, I wold thou
2135not where to haue her.
¶man knowes where to haue me, thou knaue thou.
¶day, You ought him a thousand pound.
¶worth a Million: thou ow'st me thy loue.
¶would cudgell you.
¶Fal. Did I, Bardolph?
¶thy word now?
¶dare: but, as thou art a Prince, I feare thee, as I feare the
¶roaring of the Lyons Whelpe.
2155Prince. And why not as the Lyon?
¶Do'st thou thinke Ile feare thee, as I feare thy Father? nay
¶if I do, let my Girdle breake.
2160thy knees. But sirra: There's no roome for Faith, Truth,
¶with Guttes and Midriffe. Charge an honest Woman
¶with picking thy pocket? Why thou horson impudent
2165Tauerne Recknings, Memorandums of Bawdie-houses,
¶and one poore peny-worth of Sugar-candie to make thee
¶long-winded: if thy pocket were enrich'd with anie o-
¶ther iniuries but these, I am a Villaine: And yet you will
¶stand to it, you will not Pocket vp wrong. Art thou not
2170asham'd?
¶of Innocency, Adam fell: and what should poore Iacke
¶more flesh then another man, and therefore more frailty.
¶Fal. Hostesse, I forgiue thee:
¶Go make ready Breakfast, loue thy Husband,
¶Nay, I prethee be gone.
¶
Exit Hostesse. _
¶Now Hal, to the newes at Court for the Robbery, Lad?
2185How is that answered?
¶Prin. O my sweet Beefe:
¶The Monie is paid backe againe.
¶Fal. O, I do not like that paying backe, 'tis a double
2190Labour.
¶Prin. I am good Friends with my Father, and may do
¶any thing.
¶and do it with vnwash'd hands too.
2195Bard. Do my Lord.
¶Prin. I haue procured thee Iacke, a Charge of Foot.
¶one that can steale well? O, for a fine theefe of two and
¶twentie, or thereabout: I am heynously vnprouided. Wel
2200God be thanked for these Rebels, they offend none but
¶the Vertuous. I laud them, I praise them.
¶Prin. Bardolph.
¶Bar. My Lord.
¶Prin. Go beare this Letter to Lord Iohn of Lancaster
2205To my Brother Iohn. This to my Lord of Westmerland,
¶Go Peto, to horse: for thou, and I,
¶Haue thirtie miles to ride yet ere dinner time.
¶Iacke, meet me to morrow in the Temple Hall
¶At two a clocke in the afternoone,
2210There shalt thou know thy Charge, and there receiue
¶Money and Order for their Furniture.
¶The Land is burning, Percie stands on hye,
¶And either they, or we must lower lye.
¶Fal. Rare words! braue world.
¶Oh, I could wish this Tauerne were my drumme.
¶
Exeunt omnes.
¶
Actus Quartus. Scœna Prima.
¶
Enter Harrie Hotspurre, Worcester,
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and Dowglas.
¶In this fine Age, were not thought flatterie,
¶Such attribution should the Dowglas haue,
2225Should go so generall currant through the world.
¶By heauen I cannot flatter: I defie
¶The Tongues of Soothers. But a Brauer place
¶In my hearts loue, hath no man then your Selfe.
¶Nay, taske me to my word: approue me Lord.
2230Dow. Thou art the King of Honor:
¶No man so potent breathes vpon the ground,
¶But I will Beard him.
¶
Enter a Messenger.
2235I can but thanke you.
¶Hot. Letters from him?
¶Why comes he not himselfe?
¶Mes. He cannot come, my Lord,
2240He is greeuous sicke.
¶Vnder whose Gonernment come they along?
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