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  • Title: Henry IV, Part 1 (Quarto 1, 1598)
  • Editor: Rosemary Gaby

    • ISBN: 978-1-55058-371-7

    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 1 (Quarto 1, 1598)

    of Henrie the fourth.
    705Troians that thou dreamst not of, the which for sport sake are
    content to do the profession, some grace, that would (if matters
    should be lookt into) for their owne credit sake make all whole.
    I am ioyned with no footlande rakers, no long-staffe sixpennie
    710strikers, none of these mad mustachio purplehewd maltworms,
    but with nobilitie, and tranquilitie, Burgomasters and great
    Oneyres, such as can hold in such as wil strike sooner then speak,
    and speake sooner then drinke, and drinke sooner then pray, and
    yet (zoundes) I lie, for they pray continuallie to their Saint the
    715Common-wealth, or rather not pray to her, but pray on her, for
    they ride vp and downe on her, and make her their bootes.
    Cham. What, the Common-wealth their bootes? will shee
    hold out water in foule way?
    720Gad. She will, she will, Iustice hath liquord her: we steale as
    in a Castell cocksure: wee haue the receyte of Ferneseede, wee
    walke inuisible.
    Cham. Nay by my fayth, I thinke you are more beholding to
    the night then to Ferneseed, for your walking inuisible.
    Gad. Giue mee thy hand, thou shalt haue a share in our pur-
    chase, as I am a true man.
    Cham. Nay rather let me haue it, as you are a false theefe.
    Gad. Go to, homo is a common name to al men: bid the Ostler
    bring my gelding out of the stable, farewel you muddy knaue.
    735Enter Prince, Poines, and Peto, &c.
    Po. Come shelter, shelter, I haue remoude Falstalffes horse,
    and he frets like a gumd Veluet.
    Prin. Stand close.
    Enter Falstalffe.
    740Falst. Poynes, Poynes, and be hangd Poynes.
    Prin. Peace ye fat-kidneyd rascal, what a brawling dost thou
    keepe?
    Falst. Wheres Poynes Hall?
    Prin. He is walkt vp to the top of the hill, Ile go seeke him.
    Falst. I am accurst to rob in that theeues companie, the rascal
    hath remooued my horse, and tied him I knowe not where, if I
    trauell but foure foote by the squire further a foote, I shall breake
    my winde. Well, I doubt not but to die a faire death for all
    750this, if I scape hanging for killing that rogue. I haue forsworne
    his companie hourly any time this xxii. yeares, and yet I am be-
    C.iii. witcht
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