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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Rosemary Gaby
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Henry IV, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1600)

Henry the fourth.
Dol. For Gods sake thrust him down staires, I cannot indure
1210such a fustian rascall.
Pist Thrust him downe staires, know we not Galloway
Falst. Quaite him downe Bardolfe like a shoue-groat shil-
ling, nay, and a doe nothing but speake nothing, a shall be no-
1215thing here.
Bard. Come, get you downe staires.
Pist. What shall we haue incision? shall we imbrew? then
death rocke me a sleepe, abridge my dolefull daies: why then
let grieuons gastly gaping wounds vntwinde the sisters three,
1220come Atropose I say.
Host. Heres goodly stuffe toward.
Falst. Giue me my rapier, boy.
Dol I pray thee Iacke, I pray thee do not drawe.
Fal. Get you downe staires.
1225Host. Heres a goodly tumult, ile forsweare keeping house a-
fore ile be in these tirrits and frights, so, murder I warant now,
alas, alas, put vp your naked weapons, put vp your naked wea-
Dol. I pray thee Iack be quiet, the rascal's gone, ah you hor-
1230son little vliaunt villaine you.
Host. Are you not hurte i'th groyne? me thought a made a
shrewd thrust at your belly.
Fal. Haue you turnd him out a doores?
Bar. Yea sir, the rascal's drunke, you haue hurt him sir i'th
Fal. A rascall to braue me?
Dol A you sweet little rogue you, alas poore ape how thou
sweatst, come let me wipe thy face, come on you horsone
chops: a rogue, yfaith I loue thee, thou art as valorous as He-
1240ctor of Troy, woorth fiue of Agamemnon, & ten times better
then the nine Worthies, a villaine!
Fal. Ah rascally slaue! I will tosse the rogue in a blanket.
1245Dol Do and thou darst for thy heart, and thou dost, ile can-
uas thee betweene a payre of sheetes.
E Boy.