Henry the Fourth, Part Two (Folio 1 1623)
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The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth.
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3145Fal. What, is the old King dead?
¶Pist. As naile in doore.
3150In the Land, 'tis thine. Pistol, I will double charge thee
¶With Dignities.
¶Bard. O ioyfull day:
¶I would not take a Knighthood for my Fortune.
¶Pist. What? I do bring good newes.
¶Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am Fortunes Steward.
¶Away Bardolfe: Come Pistoll, vtter more to mee: and
¶land are at my command'ment. Happie are they, which
¶haue beene my Friendes: and woe vnto my Lord Chiefe
¶Iustice.
¶Where is the life that late I led, say they?
Exeunt
¶
Scena Quarta.
¶
Enter Hostesse Quickly, Dol Teare-sheete,
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and Beadles.
¶Hostesse. No, thou arrant knaue: I would I might dy,
¶that I might haue thee hang'd: Thou hast drawne my
¶shoulder out of ioynt.
¶her. There hath beene a man or two (lately) kill'd about
¶her.
¶Dol. Nut-hooke, nut-hooke, you Lye: Come on, Ile
¶laine.
¶Host. O that Sir Iohn were come, hee would make
¶this a bloody day to some body. But I would the Fruite
3185of her Wombe might miscarry.
¶againe, you haue but eleuen now. Come, I charge you
¶both go with me: for the man is dead, that you and Pi-
¶stoll beate among you.
¶Bottel'd Rogue: you filthy famish'd Correctioner, if you
¶Dol. Come you Rogue, come:
¶Bring me to a Iustice.
3200Dol. Goodman death, goodman Bones.
¶Host. Thou Anatomy, thou.
¶Dol. Come you thinne Thing:
¶Come you Rascall.
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Scena Quinta.
¶
Enter two Groomes.
¶1. Groo. It will be two of the Clocke, ere they come
3210from the Coronation.
Exit Groo.
¶
Enter Falstaffe, Shallow, Pistoll, Bardolfe, and Page.
¶Falstaffe. Stand heere by me, M. Robert Shallow, I will
¶make the King do you Grace. I will leere vpon him, as
¶he comes by: and do but marke the countenance that hee
3215will giue me.
¶had time to haue made new Liueries, I would haue be-
3220no matter, this poore shew doth better: this doth inferre
¶the zeale I had to see him.
3225Fal. My deuotion.
¶Pist. It doth, it doth, it doth.
¶Fal. As it were, to ride day and night,
¶And not to deliberate, not to remember,
¶Not to haue patience to shift me.
¶all affayres in obliuion, as if there were nothing els to bee
¶done, but to see him.
¶in euery part.
¶Pist. My Knight, I will enflame thy Noble Liuer, and
¶make thee rage. Thy Dol, and Helen of thy noble thoghts
¶ther by most Mechanicall and durty hand. Rowze vppe
¶Reuenge from Ebon den, with fell Alecto's Snake, for
¶Fal. I will deliuer her.
3245Pistol. There roar'd the Sea: and Trumpet Clangour
¶sounds.
¶
The Trumpets sound. Enter King Henrie the
3250Falst. Saue thy Grace, King Hall, my Royall Hall.
¶Impe of Fame.
3255man.
¶Ch. Iust. Haue you your wits?
¶Know you what 'tis you speake?
¶King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy Prayers:
3260How ill white haires become a Foole, and Iester?
I have
