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

    Copyright . 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]. Ned, where are our disguises?
    Po. Here, hard by, stand close.
    Falst. Now my maisters, happieman be his dole, say I, euerie
    810man to his businesse.
    Enter the trauailers.
    Trauel. Come neighbour, the boy shal lead our horses down
    the hill, weele walke a foote a while and ease our legs.
    815Theeues. Stand.
    Trauel. Iesus blesse vs.
    Falst. Strike, downe with them, cut the villaines throates, a
    horesone Caterpillers, bacon-fed knaues, they hate vs youth,
    downe with them, fleece them.
    820Tra. O we are vndone, both we and ours for euer.
    Fal. Hang ye gorbellied knaues, are yee vndone, no ye fatte
    chuffes I woulde your store were here: on bacons on, what yee
    knaues yong men must liue, you are grand iurers, are ye, weele
    iure ye faith.
    Here they rob them and bind them.
    Enter the Prince and Poynes.
    Pr. The theeues haue bounde the true men, nowe coulde
    thou and I rob the theeues, and go merrily to London, it woulde
    be argument for a weeke, laughter for a month, and a good ieast
    830for euer.
    Po. Stand close, I heare them comming.
    Enter the theeues againe.
    Fal. Come my maisters, let vs share and then to horse before
    day, and the prince and Poynes bee not two arrant cowardes
    835theres no equitie stirring, theres no more valour in that Poynes,
    then in a wilde ducke.
    As they are sharing the prince & Poins
    Pr. Your money.
    set vpon them, they all runne away, and
    Po. Villaines.
    Falstalffe after a blow or two runs away
    too, leauing the bootie behind them.
    Prin. Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse: the theeues
    are al scattered, and possest with feare so strongly, that they dare
    not meete each other, each takes his fellowe for an officer, away
    good Ned, Falstalffe sweates to death, and lards the leane earth
    845as he walkes along, wert not for laughing I should pittie him.
    Po. How the fat rogue roard.