Henry the Fourth, Part Two (Folio 1 1623)
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The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth.
¶Where is my Lord of Warwicke?
¶Prin. My Lord of Warwicke.
2775King. Doth any name particular, belong
¶King. Laud be to heauen:
¶Euen there my life must end.
2780It hath beene prophesi'de to me many yeares,
¶Which (vainly) I suppos'd the Holy-Land.
¶But beare me to that Chamber, there Ile lye:
Exeunt.
2785
Actus Quintus. Scœna Prima.
¶
Enter Shallow, Silence, Falstaffe, Bardolfe,
¶
Page, and Dauie.
¶What Dauy, I say.
¶Why Dauie.
¶William Cooke, bid him come hither. Sir Iohn, you shal
¶not be excus'd.
¶Wheate?
¶Shal. With red Wheate Dauy. But for William Cook:
¶are there no yong Pigeons?
¶Dauy. Yes Sir.
2805Heere is now the Smithes note, for Shooing,
¶And Plough-Irons.
¶not be excus'd.
2810had: And Sir, doe you meane to stoppe any of Williams
¶Wages, about the Sacke he lost the other day, at Hinckley
¶Fayre?
¶Some Pigeons Dauy, a couple of short-legg'd Hennes: a
2815ioynt of Mutton, and any pretty little tine Kickshawes,
¶tell William Cooke.
¶Shal. Yes Dauy:
¶I will vse him well. A Friend i'th Court, is better then a
¶rant Knaues, and will backe-bite.
¶haue maruellous fowle linnen.
2825Dauy.
¶ment Perkes of the hill.
¶ledge.
¶if I cannot once or twice in a Quarter beare out a knaue,
¶nanc'd.
¶Shal. Go too,
¶Where are you Sir Iohn? Come, off with your Boots.
2845Giue me your hand M. Bardolfe.
¶Bardolfe: and welcome my tall Fellow:
¶Come Sir Iohn.
¶so married in Coniunction, with the participation of So-
¶would humour his men, with the imputation of beeing
¶neere their Mayster. If to his Men, I would currie with
¶Maister Shallow, that no man could better command his
¶Seruants. It is certaine, that either wise bearing, or ig-
¶another: therefore, let men take heede of their Compa-
¶nie. I will deuise matter enough out of this Shallow, to
¶keepe Prince Harry in continuall Laughter, the wearing
2870tions, and he shall laugh with Interuallums. O it is much
¶brow) will doe, with a Fellow, that neuer had the Ache
¶be like a wet Cloake, ill laid vp.
2875Shal. Sir Iohn.
¶
Exeunt
¶
Scena Secunda.
¶
Enter the Earle of Warwicke, and the Lord
2880
Chiefe Iustice.
¶ther away?
¶Ch. Iust. How doth the King?
¶Warw. Exceeding well: his Cares
2885Are now, all ended.
¶Ch. Iust. I hope, not dead.
¶Warw. Hee's walk'd the way of Nature,
¶And to our purposes, he liues no more.
2890The seruice, that I truly did his life,
¶Hath left me open to all iniuries.
War.
