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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 Falstalffe, Bardoll.
    Falst. Bardol get thee before to Couentry, fill me a bottle of
    Sacke, our souldiors shall march through. Weele to Sutton cop-
    hill to night.
    Bar. Will you giue me money captaine?
    2380Fal. Lay out, lay out.
    Bar. This bottell makes an angel.
    Fal. And if it do, take it for thy labour, and if it make twenty
    take them all, ile answere the coynage, bid my Liuetenant Peto
    meet me at townes end.
    2385Bar. I will captaine, farewell.
    Fal. If I be not ashamed of my soldiours, I am a souct gurnet,
    I haue misused the kinges presse damnablie. I haue got in ex-
    change of 150. soldiours 300. and odde poundes. I presse me
    2390none but good houshoulders, Yeomans sonnes, inquire me out
    contracted batchelers, such as had been askt twice on the banes,
    such a commodity of warme slaues, as had as lieue heare the
    Diuell as a drumme, such as feare the report of a Caliuer, worse
    then a strucke foule, or a hurt wild ducke: I prest mee none but
    2395such tostes and butter with hearts in their bellies no bigger then
    pinnes heades, and they haue bought out their seruices, and
    now my whole charge consists of Ancients, Corporals, Lieu-
    tenants, gentlemen of companies: slaues as ragged as Lazarus in
    2400the painted cloth, where the gluttons dogs licked his sores, and
    such as indeed were neuer souldiours, but discarded, vniust ser-
    uingmen, yonger sonnes to yonger brothers, reuolted tapsters,
    and Ostlers, tradefalne, the cankers of a calme world, and a long
    2405peace, ten times more dishonourable ragged then an olde fazd
    ancient, and such haue I to fill vp the roomes of them as haue
    bought out their seruices, that you woulde thinke that I had a
    hundred and fiftie tottered prodigals, latelie come from swine
    keeping, from eating draffe and husks. A mad fellowe met mee
    2410on the way, and tolde mee I had vnloaded all the Gibbets, and
    prest the dead bodies. No eye hath seene such skarcrowes. Ile
    not march through Couentry with them, thats flat: nay, and
    the villains march wide betwixt the legs as if they had giues on,
    2415for indeede I had the most of them out of prison, theres not a
    shert and a halfe in all my companie, and the halfe shert is two
    napkins tackt togither, and throwne ouer the shoulders like a
    Heralds coate without sleeues, and the shert to say the trueth
    2420stolne from my host at S. Albones, or the red-nose Inkeeper of
    Dauintry, but thats all one, theile find linnen inough on euerie
    Enter the Prince, Lord of Westmerland.
    Prin. How now blowne iacke? how now quilt?
    2425Fal. What Hal, how now mad wag? what a diuel dost thou in
    Warwickshire? My good Lo. of Westmerland, I cry you mercy,
    I thought your honour had alreadie bin at shrewesburie.
    West. Faith sir Iohn tis more then time that I were there, and
    2430you too but my powers are there already, the king I can tel you
    lookes for vs all, we must away all night.
    Falst. Tut neuer feare mee, I am as vigilant as a Cat to steale
    2435Prin. I thinke to steale Creame indeed, for thy theft hath al-
    readie made thee butter, but tell me iacke, whose fellowes are
    these that come after?
    Falst. Mine Hall, mine.
    Prince. I did neuer see such pitifull rascals.
    2440Falst. Tut, tut, good inough to tosse, foode for powder, foode
    for powder, theile fill a pit as well as better; tush man mortall
    men, mortal men.
    West. I but sir Iohn, me thinkes they are exceeding poore and
    bare too beggerly.
    2445Falst. Faith for their pouerty I know not where they had that,
    and for their barenesse I am sure they neuer learnd that of me.
    Prin. No ile be sworne, vnlesse you call three fingers in the ribs
    bare, but sirrha make haste, Percy is already in the field.
    Fal. What is the king incampt?
    West. He is sir Iohn I feare we shal stay too long.
    Fal. Wel, to the latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast
    2455fits a dul fighter and a kene guest.