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  • Title: Henry IV, Part 1 (Quarto 1, 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 1, 1598)

    of Henrie the fourth.
    How now dame Partlet the hen, haue you enquird
    Enter host.
    2055yet who pickt my pocket?
    Hostesse. Why sir Iohn, what do you thinke sir Iohn, doe you
    thinke I keepe theeues in my house, I haue searcht, I haue en-
    quired, so has my husband, man by man, boy by boy, seruant by
    seruant, the tight of a haire, was neuer lost in my house before.
    Fal. Yee lie Hostesse, Bardoll was shau'd, and lost manie a
    haire, and ile be sworne my pocket was pickt: go to, you are a
    woman, go.
    Ho. Who I. No, I defie thee: Gods light I was neuer cald so in
    2065mine owne house before.
    Fal. Go to. I know you well inough.
    Ho. No, sir Iohn, you do not know me, sir Iohn, I knowe you
    sir Iohn, you owe me mony sir Iohn, and now you picke a quar-
    rell to beguile me of it, I bought you a douzen of shirts to your
    Falst. Doulas, filthie Doulas. I haue giuen them away to Ba-
    kers wiues, they haue made boulters of them.
    Host. Now as I am a true woman, holland of viii s. an ell, you
    2075owe mony here, besides sir Iohn, for your diet, and bydrinkings,
    and money lent you xxiiii. pound.
    Falst. He had his part of it, let him pay.
    Host. He, alas he is poore, he hath nothing.
    Fal. How? poore? looke vpon his face. What call you rich? let
    them coyne his nose, let them coyne his cheekes, ile not pay a
    denyer: what will you make a yonker of mee? shall I not take
    mine ease in mine Inne, but I shall haue my pocket pickt? I haue
    2085lost a seale ring of my grandfathers worth fortie marke.
    Ho. O Iesu, I haue heard the Prince tell him I know not how
    oft, that that ring was copper.
    Falst. How? the prince is a iacke, a sneakeup, Zbloud and hee
    2090were here, I would cudgell him like a dog if he would say so.
    Enter the prince marching, and Falstalffe meetes him
    playing vpon his trunchion like a fife.
    2095Falst. How now lad, is the winde in that doore ifaith, must we
    all march?
    Bar. Yea, two, and two, Newgate fashion.
    Host. My Lord, I pray you heare me.