Henry IV, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1598).

Author: William Shakespeare

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Henry the Fourth, Part Two (Folio 1 1623)
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  1. Prologue
  2. 1.1
  3. 1.2
  4. 1.3
  5. 2.1
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  21. Epilogue
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Henry IV, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1598).
- Work
- Scene
  1. 1.1
  2. 1.2
  3. 1.3
  4. 2.1
  5. 2.2
  6. 2.3
  7. 2.4
  8. 3.1
  9. 3.2
  10. 4.1
  11. 4.2
  12. 4.3
  13. 4.4
  14. 4.5
  15. 5.1
  16. 5.2
  17. 5.3
  18. 5.4
  19. 5.5
  20. Epilogue
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Henry the fourth.
¶Dol. For Gods sake thrust him down staires, I cannot indure
1210such a fustian rascall.
¶Pist. Thrust him downe staires, know we not Galloway
¶nagges?
¶Falst. Quaite him downe Bardolfe like a shoue-groat shil-
¶ling, nay, and a doe nothing but speake nothing, a shall be no-
1215thing here.
¶Bard. Come, get you downe staires.
¶Pist. What shall we haue incision? shall we imbrew? then
¶death rocke me a sleepe, abridge my dolefull daies: why then
¶let grieuoNs gastly gaping wounds vntwinde the sisters three,
1220come Atropose I say.
¶Host. Heres goodly stuffe toward.
¶Falst. Giue me my rapier, boy.
¶Dol I pray thee Iacke, I pray thee do not drawe.
¶Fal. Get you downe staires.
1225Host. Heres a goodly tumult, ile forsweare keeping house a-
¶fore ile be in these tirrits and frights, so, murder I warant now,
¶alas, alas, put vp your naked weapons, put vp your naked wea-
¶pons.  
¶Dol I pray thee Iack be quiet, the rascal's gone, ah you hor-
1230son little vliaunt villaine you.
¶Host. Are you not hurte i'th groyne? me thought a made a
¶shrewd thrust at your belly.
¶Fal. Haue you turnd him out a doores?
¶Bar. Yea sir, the rascal's drunke, you haue hurt him sir i'th
1235shoulder.
¶Fal. A rascall to braue me?
¶Dol A you sweet little rogue you, alas poore ape how thou
¶sweatst, come let me wipe thy face, come on you horsone
¶chops: a rogue, yfaith I loue thee, thou art as valorous as He-
1240ctor of Troy, woorth fiue of Agamemnon, & ten times better
¶then the nine Worthies, a villaine!
¶Fal. Ah rascally slaue! I will tosse the rogue in a blanket.
1245Dol Do and thou darst for thy heart, and thou dost, ile can-
¶uas thee betweene a payre of sheetes.
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