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


of Henrie the fourth.
Poynes. Then art thou damnd for keeping thy word with
the diuell.
Prince. Else hee had bin damnd for coosening the diuell.
230Poy. But my lads, my lads, to morrow morning, by foure a
clocke early at Gadshill, there are pilgrims going to Cantur-
burie with rich offerings, and traders riding to London with fat
purses. I haue vizards for you al you haue horses for your selues,
Gadshill lies to night in Rochester, I haue bespoke supper to
235morrow night in Eastcheape: we may do it as secure as sleepe,
if you will go I will stuffe your purses full of crownes: if you will
not, tarie at home and be hangd.
Falst. Heare ye Yedward, if I tarry at home and go not, ile
240hang you for going.
Po. You will chops.
Falst. Hal, wilt thou make one?
Prince. Who I rob, I a thiefe? not I by my faith.
Falst. Theres neither honestie, manhood, nor good fellowship
245in thee, nor thou camst not of the bloud roiall, if thou darest not
stand for ten shillings.
Prince. Well then, once in my dayes ile be a madcap.
Falst. Why thats well said.
Prince. Well, come what wil, ile tarrie at home.
250Falst. By the lord, ile be a traitor then, when thou art king.
Prince. I care not.
Po. Sir Iohn, I preethe leaue the prince and mee alone, I will
lay him downe such reasons for this aduenture that he shall go.
255Falst. Well, God giue thee the spirit of perswasion, and him
the eares of profiting, that what thou speakest, may moue, and
what he heares, may be beleeued, that the true prince may (for
recreation sake) proue a false thiefe, for the poore abuses of the
time want countenance: farewel, you shal find me in Eastcheap
Prin. Farewel the latter spring, farewel Alhallowne summer.
Poin. Now my good sweete hony Lord, ride with vs to mor-
row. I haue a ieast to execute, that I cannot mannage alone.
265Falstalffe, Haruey, Rossill, and Gadshil, shal rob those men that
we haue already way-laid, your selfe and I will not bee there:
and when they haue the bootie, if you and I doe not rob them,
cut this head off from my shoulders.
B.i.
Prin.