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  • Title: Henry IV, Part 2 (Folio 1 1623)
  • Editor: Rosemary Gaby

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Rosemary Gaby
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    Henry IV, Part 2 (Folio 1 1623)

    The second Part of King Henry the Fourth.
    3145Fal. What, is the old King dead?
    Pist. As naile in doore.
    The things I speake, are iust.
    Fal. Away Bardolfe, Sadle my Horse,
    Master Robert Shallow, choose what Office thou wilt
    3150In the Land, 'tis thine. Pistol, I will double charge thee
    With Dignities.
    Bard. O ioyfull day:
    I would not take a Knighthood for my Fortune.
    Pist. What? I do bring good newes.
    3155Fal. Carrie Master Silence to bed: Master Shallow, my
    Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am Fortunes Steward.
    Get on thy Boots, wee'l ride all night. Oh sweet Pistoll:
    Away Bardolfe: Come Pistoll, vtter more to mee: and
    withall deuise something to do thy selfe good. Boote,
    3160boote Master Shallow, I know the young King is sick for
    mee. Let vs take any mans Horsses: The Lawes of Eng-
    land are at my command'ment. Happie are they, which
    haue beene my Friendes: and woe vnto my Lord Chiefe
    3165Pist. Let Vultures vil'de seize on his Lungs also:
    Where is the life that late I led, say they?
    Why heere it is, welcome those pleasant dayes.

    Scena Quarta.

    Enter Hostesse Quickly, Dol Teare-sheete,
    and Beadles.

    Hostesse. No, thou arrant knaue: I would I might dy,
    that I might haue thee hang'd: Thou hast drawne my
    shoulder out of ioynt.
    Off. The Constables haue deliuer'd her ouer to mee:
    3175and shee shall haue Whipping cheere enough, I warrant
    her. There hath beene a man or two (lately) kill'd about
    Dol. Nut-hooke, nut-hooke, you Lye: Come on, Ile
    tell thee what, thou damn'd Tripe-visag'd Rascall, if the
    3180Childe I now go with, do miscarrie, thou had'st better
    thou had'st strooke thy Mother, thou Paper-fac'd Vil-
    Host. O that Sir Iohn were come, hee would make
    this a bloody day to some body. But I would the Fruite
    3185of her Wombe might miscarry.
    Officer. If it do, you shall haue a dozen of Cushions
    againe, you haue but eleuen now. Come, I charge you
    both go with me: for the man is dead, that you and Pi-
    stoll beate among you.
    3190Dol. Ile tell thee what, thou thin man in a Censor; I
    will haue you as soundly swindg'd for this, you blew-
    Bottel'd Rogue: you filthy famish'd Correctioner, if you
    be not swing'd, Ile forsweare halfe Kirtles.
    Off. Come, come, you shee-Knight-arrant, come.
    3195Host. O, that right should thus o'recome might. Wel
    of sufferance, comes ease.
    Dol. Come you Rogue, come:
    Bring me to a Iustice.
    Host. Yes, come you staru'd Blood-hound.
    3200Dol. Goodman death, goodman Bones.
    Host. Thou Anatomy, thou.
    Dol. Come you thinne Thing:
    Come you Rascall.
    Off. Very well.

    Scena Quinta.

    Enter two Groomes.
    1. Groo. More Rushes, more Rushes.
    2. Groo. The Trumpets haue sounded twice.
    1. Groo. It will be two of the Clocke, ere they come
    3210from the Coronation.
    Exit Groo.

    Enter Falstaffe, Shallow, Pistoll, Bardolfe, and Page.

    Falstaffe. Stand heere by me, M. Robert Shallow, I will
    make the King do you Grace. I will leere vpon him, as
    he comes by: and do but marke the countenance that hee
    3215will giue me.
    Pistol. Blesse thy Lungs, good Knight.
    Falst. Come heere Pistol, stand behind me. O if I had
    had time to haue made new Liueries, I would haue be-
    stowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But it is
    3220no matter, this poore shew doth better: this doth inferre
    the zeale I had to see him.
    Shal. It doth so.
    Falst. It shewes my earnestnesse in affection.
    Pist. It doth so.
    3225Fal. My deuotion.
    Pist. It doth, it doth, it doth.
    Fal. As it were, to ride day and night,
    And not to deliberate, not to remember,
    Not to haue patience to shift me.
    3230Shal. It is most certaine.
    Fal. But to stand stained with Trauaile, and sweating
    with desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting
    all affayres in obliuion, as if there were nothing els to bee
    done, but to see him.
    3235Pist. 'Tis semper idem: for obsque hoc nihil est. 'Tis all
    in euery part.
    Shal. 'Tis so indeed.
    Pist. My Knight, I will enflame thy Noble Liuer, and
    make thee rage. Thy Dol, and Helen of thy noble thoghts
    3240is in base Durance, and contagious prison: Hall'd thi-
    ther by most Mechanicall and durty hand. Rowze vppe
    Reuenge from Ebon den, with fell Alecto's Snake, for
    Dol is in. Pistol, speakes nought but troth.
    Fal. I will deliuer her.
    3245Pistol. There roar'd the Sea: and Trumpet Clangour

    The Trumpets sound. Enter King Henrie the
    Fift, Brothers, Lord Chiefe

    3250Falst. Saue thy Grace, King Hall, my Royall Hall.
    Pist. The heauens thee guard, and keepe, most royall
    Impe of Fame.
    Fal. 'Saue thee my sweet Boy.
    King. My Lord Chiefe Iustice, speake to that vaine
    Ch. Iust. Haue you your wits?
    Know you what 'tis you speake?
    Falst. My King, my Ioue; I speake to thee, my heart.
    King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy Prayers:
    3260How ill white haires become a Foole, and Iester?
    I have