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  • Title: Henry IV, Part 1 (Quarto 0, 1598)
  • Editor: Rosemary Gaby
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-371-7

    Copyright Rosemary Gaby. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Rosemary Gaby
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    Henry IV, Part 1 (Quarto 0, 1598)

    walke inuisible.
    Cham: Nay by my faith, I thinke you are more beholding to
    the night then to Ferneseed, for your walking inuisible.
    Gad. Giue me thy hand, thou shalt haue a share in our pur-
    chase, as I am a true man.
    Cham. Nay rather let me haue it, as you are a false theefe.
    Gad. Go to, homo is a common name to al men: bid the Ost-
    ler bring my gelding out of the stable, farewell you muddye
    735Enter Prince, Poynes, and Peto, &c.
    Po. Come shelter, shelter, I haue remoude Falstalffes horse,
    and he frets like a gumd Veluet.
    Pr. Stand close:
    Enter Falstalffe.
    740Fal. Poynes, Poynes, and be hangd Poynes.
    Pr. Peace yee fat-kidneyd rascall, what a brawling dost
    thou keepe?
    Fal. Wheres Poynes Hall?
    Pr. He is walkt vp to the top of the hill, Ile go seeke him.
    Fal. I am accurst to rob in that theeues companie, the rascall
    hath remooued my horse, and tied him I knowe not where, if I
    trauell but foure foote by the squire further a foote, I shall breake
    my winde. Well, I doubt not but to die a faire death for all
    750this, if I scape hanging for killing that rogue. I haue forsworne
    his companie hourly any time this xxii. yeares, and yet I am be-
    witcht with the rogues companie. If the rascall haue not gi-
    uen me medicines to make mee loue him, ile be hangd. It could
    755not be else, I haue drunke medicines. Poynes, Hall, a plague
    vpon you both. Bardol, Peto, ile starue ere ile robbe a foote
    further, and twere not as good a deed as drinke to turne true-
    man, and to leaue these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that euer
    chewed with a tooth: Eight yeards of vneuen ground is three-
    760score and ten myles a foote with mee, and the stonie hearted
    villiaines knowe it well enough, a plague vpon it when theeues
    cannot be true one to another.
    They whistle,
    Whew, a plague vpon you all, giue mee my horse you rogues,
    765giue me my horse and be hangd: