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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)

    The second part of
    1765her when I am gone, and she is old and cannot helpe her selfe,
    you shall haue forty sir.
    Bar. Go to, stand aside.
    Feeble By my troth I care not, a man can die but once, we
    owe God a death, ile nere beare a base mind, and't bee my
    1770destny: so, and't be not, so, no man's too good to serue's prince,
    and let it go which way it will, he that dies this yeere is quit for
    the next.
    Bar Well said, th'art a good fellow.
    Feeble Faith ile beare no base mind.
    1774.1Enter Falstaffe and the Iustices.
    1775Fal. Come sir, which men shall I haue?
    Shal. Foure of which you please.
    Bar Sir, a word with you, I haue three pound to free Moul-
    dy and Bulcalfe.
    Fal. Go to, well.
    1780Shal. Come sir Iohn, which foure wil you haue?
    Fal. Do you chuse for me.
    Shal. Mary then, Mouldy, Bulcalfe, Feeble, and Sadow.
    Fal. Mouldy and Bulcalfe, for you Mouldy stay at home, til
    1785you are past seruice: and for your part Bulcalfe, grow til you
    come vnto it, I will none of you.
    Shal. Sir Iohn, sir Iohn, doe not your selfe wrong, they are
    your likeliest men, and I would haue you serude with the
    best.
    1790Fal. Wil you tel me (master Shallow) how to chuse a man?
    care I for the limbe, the thewes, the stature, bulke and big as-
    semblance of a man: giue me the spirit M. Shalow: heres Wart,
    you see what a ragged apparance it is, a shall charge you, and
    1795discharge you with the motion of a pewterers hammer, come
    off and on swifter then he that gibbets on the brewers bucket:
    and this same halfe facde fellow Shadow, giue me this man, he
    presents no marke to the enemy, the fo-man may with as great
    aime leuel at the edge of a pen-knife, and for a retraite how
    1800swiftly wil this Feeble the womans Tailer runne off? O giue
    mee the spare men, and spare me the great ones, putte mee a
    caliuer