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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)

    Enter Prince, Poines, and Peto, &c.
    Po. Come shelter, shelter, I haue remoude Falstalffes horse,
    and he frets like a gumd Veluet.
    Prin. Stand close.
    Enter Falstalffe.
    740Falst. Poynes, Poynes, and be hangd Poynes.
    Prin. Peace ye fat-kidneyd rascal, what a brawling dost thou
    Falst. Wheres Poynes Hall?
    Prin. He is walkt vp to the top of the hill, Ile go seeke him.
    Falst. I am accurst to rob in that theeues companie, the rascal
    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. Bardoll, Peto, ile starue ere ile rob a foote
    further, and twere not as good a deede as drinke to turne true-
    man, and to leaue these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that euer
    chewed with a tooth: eight yeardes of vneuen ground is three-
    760score and ten myles a foote with mee, and the stonie hearted
    villaines knowe it well inough, a plague vpon it when theeues
    can not 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:
    Prin. Peace ye fat guts, lie downe, laie thine eare close to the
    ground, and list if thou canst heare the treade of trauellers.
    Falst. Haue you any leauers to lift me vp againe being down,
    770zbloud ile not beare mine owne flesh so farre a foote againe for
    all the coine in thy fathers Exchequer: What a plague meane
    ye to colt me thus?
    Prin. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou art vncolted.
    Falst. I preethe good prince, Hal, helpe me to my horse, good
    775kings sonne.
    Prin. 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.
    Falst. So I do against my will.
    785Po. O tis our setter, I know his voice, Bardoll, what newes.
    Bar. Case yee, case yee on with your vizards, theres money
    of the kings comming downe the hill, tis going to the Kings
    790Falst. You lie ye rougue, tis going to the kings Tauerne.
    Gad. Theres inough to make vs all:
    Falst. To be hangd.
    Prin. Sirs you foure shall front them in the narrowe lane: Ned
    Poines, and I wil 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?
    Prin. What, a coward sir Iohn paunch.
    800Fal. In deed I am not Iohn of Gaunt your grandfather, but
    yet no coward, Hall.
    Prin. 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.
    Fal. Now can not I strike him if I should be hangd.
    Prin. Ned, where are our disguises?
    Po. Here, hard by, stand close.
    Fal. Now my maisters, happie man bee 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
    horeson Caterpillars, 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 ye vndone, no yee fatte
    chuffes, I would 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.
    Prin. The theeues haue bound the true men, nowe coulde
    thou and I rob the theeues, and go merilie to London, it would
    be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good iest
    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 Poines 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
    Prin. Your money.
    set vpon them, they all runne away, and
    Poin. Villaines.
    Falstaffe 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 all scattered, and possest with feare so strongly, that they dare
    not meete each other, each takes his fellow for an officer, awaie
    good Ned, Falstalffe sweates to death, and lards the leane earth
    845as he walkes along, wert not for laughing I should pittie him.
    Poynes. How the rogue roard.