Internet Shakespeare Editions

Toolbox




Jump to line
Help on texts

About this text

  • 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
    Peer Reviewed

    Henry IV, Part 1 (Quarto 0, 1598)

    Pr. Peace yee fatte guts, lie downe, lay thine eare [close to]
    the grounde, and list if thou canst heare the treade of trauay-
    lers.
    Falst. Haue you any leauers to lift me vp againe being down,
    770zbloud ile not beare my owne flesh so farre a foote againe for
    all the coyne in thy fathers Exchequer: What a plague meane
    ye to colt me thus?
    Pr. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou art vncolted.
    Falst. I preethe good prince, Hall, helpe me to my horse, good
    775kings sonne.
    Pr. Out ye rogue, shall I be your Ostler?
    Falst. Hang thy selfe in thine owne heire apparant garters,
    if I be tane, ile peach for this: and I haue not Ballads made on
    you all, and sung to filthie tunes, let a cuppe of sacke bee my
    780poyson, when a ieast is so forward, and a foote too I hate it.
    Enter Gadshill.
    Gad. Stand. Fal. So I do against my will.
    785Po. O tis our setter, I knowe his voice. Bardoll, what newes.
    Bar. Case ye, case yee on with your vizardes, theres mony
    of the kings comming downe the hill, tis going to the Kinges
    Exchequer.
    790Fal. You lie, ye rogue, [tis] going to the kings tauerne.
    Gad. Theres enough to make vs all.
    Fal. To be hangd.
    Pr. Sirs, you foure shall front them in the narrowe lane: Ned
    Poynes, and I will walke lower, if they scape from your encoun-
    795ter, then they light on vs.
    Peto. How many be there of them?
    Gad. Some eight or ten.
    Fal. Zounds will they not rob vs?
    Pr. What, a coward sir Iohn paunch.
    800Fast. In deed I am not Iohn of Gaunt your grandfather, but
    yet no coward, Hall.
    Pr. Well, we leaue that to the proofe.
    Po. Sirrha Iacke, thy horse standes behinde the hedge, when
    thou needst him, there thou shalt find him: farewel & stand fast.
    Fast. Now can not I strike him if I should be hangd.
    Pr.