Henry IV, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1598).
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Enter strewers of rushes.
¶3 Twill be two a clocke ere they come from the coronati-
¶
Trumpets sound, and the King, and his traine passe ouer the
¶King doe you grace, I will leere vpon him as a comes by, and
¶do but marke the countenaunce that he will giue me.
¶had time to haue made new liueries: I woulde haue bestowed
¶the thousand pound I borrowed of you, but tis no matter, this
¶him.
3225Falst. My deuotion.
¶Pist. It doth, it doth, it doth.
¶Fal. As it were to ride day & night, and not to deliberate,
¶not to remember, not to haue pacience to shift me.
sweating with desire to see him, thinking of nothing els, putting
¶all affaires else in obliuion, as if there were nothing els to bee
¶done, but to see him.
¶part.
¶Pist. My Knight, I will inflame thy noble liuer, and make
¶thee rage, thy Dol, and Helen of thy noble thoughts, is in base
¶nical, and durtie hand: rowze vp reuenge from Ebon den, with
¶truth.
¶Falst. I will deliuer her.
¶
Enter the King and his traine.
¶fame.
¶King I know thee not old man, fall to thy praiers,
3260How ill white heires becomes a foole and iester,
¶I haue long dreampt of such a kind of man,
3265Leaue gourmandizing, know the graue doth gape
¶For thee, thrice wider then for other men,
¶Reply not to me with a foole-borne iest,
¶Presume not that I am the thing I was,
3270That I haue turnd away my former selfe,
¶So will I those that kept me company:
¶When thou dost heare I am as I haue bin,
¶The tutor and the feeder of my riots:
3275Till then I banish thee, on paine of death,
¶Not to come neare our person by ten mile:
¶For competence of life, I wil allow you,
¶That lacke of meanes enforce you not to euills,
3280And as we heare you do reforme your selues,
¶We will according to your strengths and qualities,
¶Giue you aduauncement. Be it your charge, my lord,
¶home with me.
3290seeme thus to the world: feare not your aduauncements, I will
¶be the man yet that shal make you great.
¶Iohn let me haue fiue hundred of my thousand.
¶Iohn Sir I will be as good as my worde, this that you heard
¶was but a collour.
¶Iohn Feare no colours, go with me to dinner:
¶Take all his company along with him.
¶Fal. My lord, my lord.
¶away.
exeunt.
¶Iohn I like this faire proceeding of the Kings,
3310He hath intent his wonted followers
¶Shall all be very well prouided for,
3315Iohn The King hath cald his parlament my lord.
¶Iust. He hath.
¶Iohn I wil lay ods, that ere this yeere expire,
¶We beare our ciuil swords and natiue fier,
¶Come, will you hence?
