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  • Title: Henry IV, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1600)
  • Editor: Rosemary Gaby

  • 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
    Not Peer Reviewed

    Henry IV, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1600)

    The second part of
    Mess. At Billingsgate my Lord.
    Falst. I hope my Lord al's wel, what is the newes my lord?
    Lord Come all his forces backe?
    Mess. No, fifteen hundred foot, fiue hundred horse
    Are marcht vp to my lord of Lancaster,
    Against Northumberland, and the Archbishop.
    770Falst. Comes the King back from Wales, my noble lord?
    Lord You shall haue letters of me presently,
    Come, go along with me, good master Gower.
    Falst. My lord.
    Lord Whats the matter?
    775Falstaffe Maister Gower, shall I intreate you with mee to
    dinner?
    Gower I must waite vpon my good lord here, I thank you
    good sir Iohn.
    Lord Sir Iohn, you loyter heere too long,
    780Being you are to take souldiers vp
    In Counties as you go.
    Falstaffe Will you suppe with mee maister Gower?
    Lord. What foolish maister taught you these manners, sir
    Iohn?
    Falstaffe Maister Gower, if they become me not, hee was a
    785foole that taught them mee: this is the right fencing grace, my
    Lord, tap for tap, and so part faire.
    Lord Now the Lord lighten thee, thou art a great foole.
    790Enter the Prince, Poynes, sir Iohn Russel, with other.
    Prince Before God, I am exceeding weary.
    Poynes Ist come to that? I had thought wearines durst not
    haue attacht one of so hie bloud.
    795Prince Faith it does me, though it discolors the complexi-
    on of my greatnes to acknowledge it: doth it not shew vildly
    in me, to desire small beere?
    Poynes Why a Prince should not be so loosely studied, as
    to remember so weake a composition.
    800Prince Belike then my appetite was not princely gote, for
    by my troth, I do now remember the poor creature smal beere.
    But