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  • Title: Henry IV, Part 1 (Folio 1 1623)
  • Editor: Rosemary Gaby
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-371-7

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Rosemary Gaby
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    Henry IV, Part 1 (Folio 1 1623)

    Scaena Secunda.
    Enter Henry Prince of Wales, Sir Iohn Fal-
    staffe, and Pointz.
    115Fal. Now Hal, what time of day is it Lad?
    Prince. Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of olde
    Sacke, and vnbuttoning thee after Supper, and sleeping
    vpon Benches in the afternoone, that thou hast forgotten
    to demand that truely, which thou wouldest truly know.
    120What a diuell hast thou to do with the time of the day?
    vnlesse houres were cups of Sacke, and minutes Capons,
    and clockes the tongues of Bawdes, and dialls the signes
    of Leaping-houses, and the blessed Sunne himselfe a faire
    hot Wench in Flame-coloured Taffata; I see no reason,
    125why thou shouldest bee so superfluous, to demaund the
    time of the day.
    Fal. Indeed you come neere me now Hal, for we that
    take Purses, go by the Moone and seuen Starres, and not
    by Phoebus hee, that wand'ring Knight so faire. And I
    130prythee sweet Wagge, when thou art King, as God saue
    thy Grace, Maiesty I should say, for Grace thou wilte
    haue none.
    Prin. What, none?
    Fal. No, not so much as will serue to be Prologue to
    135an Egge and Butter.
    Prin. Well, how then? Come roundly, roundly.
    Fal. Marry then, sweet Wagge, when thou art King,
    let not vs that are Squires of the Nights bodie, bee call'd
    Theeues of the Dayes beautie. Let vs be Dianaes Forre-
    140sters, Gentlemen of the Shade, Minions of the Moone;
    and let men say, we be men of good Gouernment, being
    gouerned as the Sea is, by our noble and chast mistris the
    Moone, vnder whose countenance we steale.
    Prin. Thou say'st well, and it holds well too: for the
    145fortune of vs that are the Moones men, doeth ebbe and
    flow like the Sea, beeing gouerned as the Sea is, by the
    Moone: as for proofe. Now a Purse of Gold most reso-
    lutely snatch'd on Monday night, and most dissolutely
    spent on Tuesday Morning; got with swearing, Lay by:
    150and spent with crying, Bring in: now, in as low an ebbe
    as the foot of the Ladder, and by and by in as high a flow
    as the ridge of the Gallowes.
    Fal. Thou say'st true Lad: and is not my Hostesse of
    the Tauerne a most sweet Wench?
    155Prin. As is the hony, my old Lad of the Castle: and is
    not a Buffe Ierkin a most sweet robe of durance?
    Fal. How now? how now mad Wagge? What in thy
    quips and thy quiddities? What a plague haue I to doe
    with a Buffe-Ierkin?
    160Prin. Why, what a poxe haue I to doe with my Ho-
    stesse of the Tauerne?
    Fal. Well, thou hast call'd her to a reck'ning many a
    time and oft.
    Prin. Did I euer call for thee to pay thy part?
    165Fal. No, Ile giue thee thy due, thou hast paid al there.
    Prin. Yea and elsewhere, so farre as my Coine would
    stretch, and where it would not, I haue vs'd my credit.
    Fal. Yea, and so vs'd it, that were it heere apparant,
    that thou art Heire apparant. But I prythee sweet Wag,
    170shall there be Gallowes standing in England when thou
    art King? and resolution thus fobb'd as it is, with the ru-
    stie curbe of old Father Anticke the Law? Doe not thou
    when thou art a King, hang a Theefe.
    Prin. No, thou shalt.
    175Fal. Shall I? O rare! Ile be a braue Iudge.
    Prin. Thou iudgest false already. I meane, thou shalt
    haue the hanging of the Theeues, and so become a rare
    Fal. Well Hal, well: and in some sort it iumpes with
    180my humour, as well as waiting in the Court, I can tell
    Prin. For obtaining of suites?
    Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suites, whereof the Hang-
    man hath no leane Wardrobe. I am as Melancholly as a
    185Gyb-Cat, or a lugg'd Beare.
    Prin. Or an old Lyon, or a Louers Lute.
    Fal. Yea, or the Drone of a Lincolnshire Bagpipe.
    Prin. What say'st thou to a Hare, or the Melancholly
    of Moore Ditch?
    190Fal. Thou hast the most vnsauoury smiles, and art in-
    deed the most comparatiue rascallest sweet yong Prince.
    But Hal, I prythee trouble me no more with vanity, I wold
    thou and I knew, where a Commodity of good names
    were to be bought: an olde Lord of the Councell rated
    195me the other day in the street about you sir; but I mark'd
    him not, and yet hee talk'd very wisely, but I regarded
    him not, and yet he talkt wisely, and in the street too.
    Prin. Thou didst well: for no man regards it.
    Fal. O, thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeede
    200able to corrupt a Saint. Thou hast done much harme vn-
    to me Hall, God forgiue thee for it. Before I knew thee
    Hal, I knew nothing: and now I am (if a man shold speake
    truly) little better then one of the wicked. I must giue o-
    uer this life, and I will giue it ouer: and I do not, I am a
    205Villaine. Ile be damn'd for neuer a Kings sonne in Chri-
    Prin. Where shall we take a purse to morrow, Iacke?
    Fal. Where thou wilt Lad, Ile make one: and I doe
    not, call me Villaine, and baffle me.
    210Prin. I see a good amendment of life in thee: From
    Praying, to Purse-taking.
    Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my Vocation Hal: 'Tis no sin for a
    man to labour in his Vocation.
    Pointz. Now shall wee know if Gads hill haue set a
    215Watch. O, if men were to be saued by merit, what hole
    in Hell were hot enough for him? This is the most omni-
    potent Villaine, that euer cryed, Stand, to a true man.
    Prin. Good morrow Ned.
    50 The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.
    Poines. Good morrow sweet Hal. What saies Mon-
    220sieur Remorse? What sayes Sir Iohn Sacke and Sugar:
    Iacke? How agrees the Diuell and thee about thy Soule,
    that thou soldest him on Good-Friday last, for a Cup of
    Madera, and a cold Capons legge?
    Prin. Sir Iohn stands to his word, the diuel shall haue
    225his bargaine, for he was neuer yet a Breaker of Prouerbs:
    He will giue the diuell his due.
    Poin. Then art thou damn'd for keeping thy word with
    the diuell.
    Prin. Else he had damn'd for cozening the diuell.
    230Poy. But my Lads, my Lads, to morrow morning, by
    foure a clocke early at Gads hill, there are Pilgrimes go-
    ing to Canterbury with rich Offerings, and Traders ri-
    ding to London with fat Purses. I haue vizards for you
    all; you haue horses for your selues: Gads-hill lyes to
    235night in Rochester, I haue bespoke Supper to morrow in
    Eastcheape; we may doe it as secure as sleepe: if you will
    go, I will stuffe your Purses full of Crownes: if you will
    not, tarry at home and be hang'd.
    Fal. Heare ye Yedward, if I tarry at home and go not,
    240Ile hang you for going.
    Poy. You will chops.
    Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one?
    Prin. Who, I rob? I a Theefe? Not I.
    Fal. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fel-
    245lowship in thee, nor thou cam'st not of the blood-royall,
    if thou dar'st not stand for ten shillings.
    Prin. Well then, once in my dayes Ile be a mad-cap.
    Fal. Why, that's well said.
    Prin. Well, come what will, Ile tarry at home.
    250Fal. Ile be a Traitor then, when thou art King.
    Prin. I care not.
    Poyn. Sir Iohn, I prythee leaue the Prince & me alone,
    I will lay him downe such reasons for this aduenture, that
    he shall go.
    255Fal. Well, maist thou haue the Spirit of perswasion;
    and he the eares of profiting, that what thou speakest,
    may moue; and what he heares may be beleeued, that the
    true Prince, may (for recreation sake) proue a false theefe;
    for the poore abuses of the time, want countenance. Far-
    260well, you shall finde me in Eastcheape.
    Prin. Farwell the latter Spring. Farewell Alhollown
    Poy. Now, my good sweet Hony Lord, ride with vs
    to morrow. I haue a iest to execute, that I cannot man-
    265nage alone. Falstaffe, Haruey, Rossill, and Gads-hill, shall
    robbe those men that wee haue already way-layde, your
    selfe and I, wil not be there: and when they haue the boo-
    ty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head from my
    270Prin. But how shal we part with them in setting forth?
    Poyn. Why, we wil set forth before or after them, and
    appoint them a place of meeting, wherin it is at our plea-
    sure to faile; and then will they aduenture vppon the ex-
    ploit themselues, which they shall haue no sooner atchie-
    275ued, but wee'l set vpon them.
    Prin. I, but tis like that they will know vs by our
    horses, by our habits, and by euery other appointment to
    be our selues.
    Poy. Tut our horses they shall not see, Ile tye them in
    280the wood, our vizards wee will change after wee leaue
    them: and sirrah, I haue Cases of Buckram for the nonce,
    to immaske our noted outward garments.
    Prin. But I doubt they will be too hard for vs.
    Poin. Well, for two of them, I know them to bee as
    285true bred Cowards as euer turn'd backe: and for the third
    if he fight longer then he sees reason, Ile forswear Armes.
    The vertue of this Iest will be, the incomprehensible lyes
    that this fat Rogue will tell vs, when we meete at Supper:
    how thirty at least he fought with, what Wardes, what
    290blowes, what extremities he endured; and in the reproofe
    of this, lyes the iest.
    Prin. Well, Ile goe with thee, prouide vs all things
    necessary, and meete me to morrow night in Eastcheape,
    there Ile sup. Farewell.
    295Poyn. Farewell, my Lord. Exit Pointz
    Prin. I know you all, and will a-while vphold
    The vnyoak'd humor of your idlenesse:
    Yet heerein will I imitate the Sunne,
    Who doth permit the base contagious cloudes
    300To smother vp his Beauty from the world,
    That when he please againe to be himselfe,
    Being wanted, he may be more wondred at,
    By breaking through the foule and vgly mists
    Of vapours, that did seeme to strangle him.
    305If all the yeare were playing holidaies,
    To sport, would be as tedious as to worke;
    But when they seldome come, they wisht-for come,
    And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
    So when this loose behauiour I throw off,
    310And pay the debt I neuer promised;
    By how much better then my word I am,
    By so much shall I falsifie mens hopes,
    And like bright Mettall on a sullen ground:
    My reformation glittering o're my fault,
    315Shall shew more goodly, and attract more eyes,
    Then that which hath no foyle to set it off.
    Ile so offend, to make offence a skill,
    Redeeming time, when men thinke least I will.