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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)

    The Historie
    Prin. Come hether Frances.
    Fran. My Lord.
    Prin. How long hast thou to serue Frances?
    1005Fran. Forsooth, fiue yeeres, and as much as to.
    Poi. Frances.
    Fran. Anon, anon sir.
    Prin. Fiue yeare, berlady a long lease for the clinking of pew-
    ter; but Frances, darest thou be so valiant, as to play the cowarde
    1010with thy Indenture, and shewe it a faire paire of heeles, and run
    from it?
    Fran. O Lord sir, ile be sworne vpon all the bookes in Eng-
    land, I could find in my hart.
    Poin. Frances. Fran. Anon sir.
    Prin. How old art thou Frances?
    Fran. Let me see, about Michelmas next I shalbe.
    Poin. Frances.
    Fran. Anon sir, pray stay a little my Lord.
    1020Prin. Nay but harke you Frances, for the sugar thou gauest
    me, twas a peniworth, wast not?
    Fran. O Lord, I would it had bin two.
    Prince. I will giue thee for it a thousand pound, aske me when
    thou wilt, and thou shalt haue it,
    1025Poin. Frances. Fran. Anon, anon.
    Prin. Anon Frances, no Frances, but to morrow Frances: or
    Frances a Thursday; or indeede Fraunces when thou wilt. But
    1030Fran. My Lord.
    Prin. Wilt thou rob this leathern Ierkin, cristall button, not-
    pated, agat ring, puke stocking, Caddice garter, smothe tongue,
    spanish pouch?
    Fran. O Lord sir, who do you meane?
    1035Prin. Why then your brown bastard is your only drinke? for
    looke you Fraunces, your white canuas doublet will sulley. In
    Barbary sir, it cannot come to so much.
    Fran. What sir? Poin. Frances.
    1040Prin. Away you rogue, dost thou not heare them cal.
    Here they both cal him, the Drawer stands amazed not knowing
    which way to go. Enter Vintner.
    Vint. What standst thou stil and hearst such a calling? looke