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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.
    795ter, then they light on vs.
    Peto. How many be there of them?
    Gad. Some eight or ten.
    Fal Zounds will they not rob vs?
    Prin. What, a coward sir Iohn paunch.
    800Fal. In deed I am not Iohn of Gaunt your grandfather, but
    yet no coward, Hall.
    Prin. Well, we leaue that to the proofe.
    Po. Sirrha Iacke, thy horse standes behinde the hedge, when
    thou needst him, there thou shalt find him: farewel & stand fast.
    Fal. Now can not I strike him if I should be hangd.
    Prin. Ned, where are our disguises?
    Po. Here, hard by, stand close.
    Fal. Now my maisters, happie man bee his dole, say I, euerie
    810man to his businesse. Enter the trauailers.
    Trauel. Come neighbour, the boy shal lead our horses down
    the hill, weele walke a foote a while and ease our legs.
    815Theeues. Stand. Trauel. Iesus blesse vs.
    Falst. Strike, downe with them, cut the villaines throates, a
    horeson Caterpillars, bacon-fed knaues, they hate vs youth,
    downe with them, fleece them.
    820Tra. O we are vndone, both we and ours for euer.
    Fal. Hang ye gorbellied knaues, are ye vndone, no yee fatte
    chuffes, I would your store were here: on bacons on, what yee
    knaues yong men must liue, you are grand iurers, are ye, weele
    iure ye faith.
    825Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt.
    Enter the prince and Poynes.
    Prin. The theeues haue bound the true men, nowe coulde
    thou and I rob the theeues, and go merilie to London, it would
    be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good iest
    830for euer.
    Po. Stand close, I heare them comming.
    Enter the theeues againe.
    Fal. Come my maisters, let vs share and then to horse before
    day, and the Prince and Poines bee not two arrant cowardes
    835theres no equitie stirring, theres no more valour in that Poynes,
    then in a wilde ducke.