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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Rosemary Gaby
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Henry IV, Part 1 (Quarto 1, 1598)


The Historie.
Prince. I, and marke thee to iacke.
Falst. Do so, for it is worth the listning to, these nine in Buck-
rom that I told thee of.
Prince. So, two more alreadie.
Falst. Their points being broken.
Poy. Downe fell their hose.
Falst. Began to giue me ground: but I followed me close, came
1175in, foot, and hand, and with a thought, seuen of the eleuen I paid.
Prin. O monstrous! eleuen Buckrom men growne out of two.
Fal. But as the diuell would haue it, three misbegotten knaues
1180in Kendall greene came at my backe, and let driue at mee, for it
was so darke Hal, that thou couldest not see thy hand.
Prin. These lies are like their father that begets them, grosse as
a mountaine, open, palpable. Why thou clay-braind guts, thou
1185knotty-pated foole, thou horeson obscene greasie tallow-catch.
Falst. What art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth the
truth?
Pr. Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal greene
1190when it was so darke thou couldst not see thy hand, come tell vs
your reason. What sayest thou to this?
Po. Come your reason, Iacke, your reason.
Falst. What, vppon compulsion: Zoundes, and I were at the
1195strappado, or all the rackes in the worlde, I would not tell you on
compulsion. Giue you a reason on compulsion? if reasons were
as plentifull as blackberries, I would giue no man a reason vppon
compulsion, I.
Prin. Ile be no longer guiltie of this sinne. This sanguine co-
1200ward, this bed-presser, this horse-backe-breaker, this huge hill
of flesh.
Fa. Zbloud you starueling, you elsskin, you dried neatstong, you
bulspizzle, you stockfish: O for breath to vtter what is like thee,
you tailers yard, you sheath, you bowcase, you vile standing tuck.
Prin. Wel, breath a while, and then to it againe, and when thou
hast tired thy selfe in base comparisons heare mee speake but this.
Po. Marke iacke.
1210Prin. We two saw you foure set on foure, and bound them and
were maisters of their wealth: marke now how a plaine tale shall
put you downe, then did wee two set on you foure, and with a
worde,