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  • Title: Henry IV, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1598)
  • 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, 1598)

    The second part of
    Shal. Go to I say, he shal haue no wrong, look about Dauy:
    where are you sir Iohn? come, come, come, off with your boots,
    2845giue me your hand master Bardolfe.
    Bard. I am glad to see your worship.
    Shal I thank thee with my heart kind master Bardolfe, and
    welcome my tall fellow, come sir Iohn.
    2850Falst. Ile follow you good maister Robert Shallow: Bar-
    dolfe, looke to our horses: if I were sawed into quantities, I
    should make foure dozen of such berded hermites staues as
    maister Shallow: it is a wonderfull thing to see the semblable
    coherence of his mens spirits, and his, they, by obseruing him,
    2855do beare themselues like foolish Iustices: hee, by conuersing
    with them, is turned into a Iustice-like seruingman, their spirits
    are so married in coniunction, with the participation of society,
    that they flocke together in consent, like so many wild-geese.
    2860If I had a suite to master Shallow, I would humour his men
    with the imputation, of beeing neere their maister: if to his
    men, I would curry with maister Shallow, that no man could
    better commaund his seruants. It is certaine, that eyther wise
    bearing, or ignorant cariage is caught, as men take diseases one
    of another: therefore let men take heede of their company. I
    will deuise matter enough out of this Shallow, to keepe prince
    Harry in continuall laughter, the wearing out of sixe fashions,
    which is foure termes, or two actions, and a shal laugh without
    2870interuallums. O it is much that a lie, with a slight oathe, and
    a iest, with a sad browe, will doe with a fellow that neuer had
    the ach in his shoulders: O you shall see him laugh til his face
    be like a wet cloake ill laide vp.
    2875Shal. Sir Iohn.
    Falst. I come maister Shallow, I come master Shallow.
    Enter Warwike, duke Humphrey,L. chiefe Iustice, Thomas
    Clarence, Prince, Iohn Westmerland.
    War. How now, my lord chiefe Iustice, whither away?
    Iust. How doth the King?
    War. Exceeding well, his cares are now all ended.
    Iust. I hope not dead.