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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)

    Henry the fourth.
    3115I rode to thee, and tidings do I bring, and luckie ioyes, and gol-
    den times, and happy news of price.
    Iohn I pray thee now deliuer them like a man of this
    world.
    3120Pistol A footre for the world and worldlings base, I speake
    of Affrica and golden ioyes.
    Iohn O base Assirian Knight! what is thy newes? let King
    Couetua know the truth thereof.
    Scilens And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and Iohn.
    3125Pistol Shal dunghill curs confront the Helicons? and shall
    good newes be baffled? then Pistoll lay thy head in Furies lap.
    Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
    3130Pistol Why then lament therefore.
    Shal. Giue me pardon sir, if sir you come with newes from
    the court, I take it theres but two waies, either to vtter them, or
    conceale them, I am sir vnder the King in some authoritie.
    3135Pistol Vnder which King, Besonian? speake, or die.
    Shal. Vnder King Harry.
    Pistol Harry the fourth, or fift?
    Shal. Harry the fourth.
    3140Pist A fowtre for thine office: sir Iohn, thy tender lambkin
    now is King: Harry the fifts the man: I speake the truth: when
    Pistol lies, do this, and fig me, like the bragging spaniard.
    3145Falst What is the old King dead?
    Pistol As nayle in doore, the things I speake are iust.
    Fal. Away Bardolfe, saddle my horse, M. Robert Shallow,
    choose what office thou wilt in the land, tis thine: Pistol, I will
    3150double charge thee with dignities.
    Bard. O ioyful day! I would not take a Knight for my for-
    tune.
    Pistol What? I do bring good newes.
    3155Falst. Carry master Scilens to bed: master Shallow, my
    lord Shalow, be what thou wilt, I am fortunes steward, get on
    thy boots, weel ride al night: ô sweet Pistol, away Bardolf, com
    Pistol, vtter more to me, and withall, deuise something to doe
    thy selfe good, boote, boote master Shallow, I know the yong
    K3 King