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  • Title: Henry IV, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1600)
  • Editor: Rosemary Gaby

  • 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 2 (Quarto 1, 1600)

    The second part of
    Boy The musique is come sir. enter musicke.
    Fal. Let them play, play sirs, sit on my knee Doll, a rascall
    1250bragging slaue! the rogue fled from me like quicksiluer.
    Dol Yfaith and thou followdst him like a church, thou
    horson little tydee Bartholemew borepigge, when wilt thou
    leaue fighting a daies and foyning a nights, and begin to patch
    1255vp thine old body for heauen.
    Enter Prince and Poynes.
    Fal Peace good Doll, do not speake like a deathes head, do
    not bid me remember mine end.
    Dol Sirra, what humour's the prince of?
    1260Fal. A good shallow yong fellow, a would haue made a
    good pantler, a would a chipt bread wel.
    Dol They say Poines has a good wit.
    Fal. He a good wit? hang him baboon, his wit's as thicke
    1265as Tewksbury mustard, theres no more conceit in him then is
    in a mallet.
    Dol Why does the prince loue him so then?
    Fal. Because their legges are both of a bignesse, and a plaies
    at quoites well, and eates cunger and fennel, and drinkes off
    1270candles endes for flappe-dragons, and rides the wilde mare
    with the boyes, and iumpes vpon ioynd-stooles, and sweares
    with a good grace, and weares his bootes very smoothe like
    vnto the signe of the Legge, and breedes no bate with tel-
    ling of discreet stories, and such other gambole faculties a has
    1275that show a weake minde, and an able bodie for the which the
    prince admits him: for the prince himself is such another, the
    weight of a haire wil turne scales between their haber de poiz.
    1280Prince Would not this naue of a wheele haue his eares cut
    Poynes Lets beate him before his whore.
    Prince Looke where the witherd elder hath not his poule
    clawd like a parrot.
    1285Poynes Is it not strange that desire should so many yeeres
    out liue performance.
    Falst. Kisse me Doll.