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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
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    Henry IV, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1600)

    Shallow Come on, come on, come on sir, giue me your
    1535hand sir, giue me your hand sir, an early stirrer, by the Roode:
    and how dooth my good cosin Silens?
    Silence Good morrow good cosin Shallow.
    Shallow And how dooth my coosin your bed-fellowe?
    and your fayrest daughter and mine, my god-daughter El-
    Silens Alas, a blacke woosel, cosin Shallow.
    Shallow By yea, and no sir: I dare saye my coosin Wil-
    liam is become a good scholler, he is at Oxford still, is hee
    1545Silens Indeede sir to my cost.
    Shallow A must then to the Innes a court shortly: I was
    once of Clements Inne, where I thinke they will talke of mad
    Shallow yet.
    Silens You were cald Lusty Shallow then, cosin.
    1550Shallow By the masse I was cald any thing, and I would
    haue done any thing indeed too, and roundly too: there was
    I, and little Iohn Doyt of Stafford-shire, and Blacke George
    Barnes, and Francis Picke-bone, and Will Squele a Cotsole
    man, you had not foure such swinge-bucklers in al the Innes
    1555a court againe: and I may say to you, we knew where the bona
    robes were, and had the best of them all at commaundement:
    then was Iacke Falstaffe (now sir Iohn) a boy, and Page to
    Thomas Mowbray duke of Norffolke.
    1560Silens Coosin, this sir Iohn that comes hither anone about
    souldiers?
    Shall. The same (sir Iohn) the very same, I see him breake
    Skoggins head at the Court gate, when a was a Cracke, not
    thus high: and the very same day did I fight with one Samson
    1565Stockefish a Fruiterer behinde Greyes Inne: Iesu, Iesu, the
    mad dayes that I haue spent! and to see how many of my olde
    acquaintance are dead.
    Silens We shall all follow, coosin.
    Shal. Certaine, tis certaine, very sure, very sure, death (as the