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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
    3075the leman mine, and a mery heart liues long a.
    Falst. Well said master Scilens.
    Scilens And we shall be mery, now comes in the sweete a'th
    Falst Health and long life to you master Scilens.
    3080Scilens Fill the cuppe, and let it come, ile pledge you a mile
    too'th bottome.
    Shal. Honest Bardolfe, welcome, if thou wantst any thing,
    and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart, welcome my little tiny
    theefe, and welcome indeede too, Ile drink to master Bardolfe,
    3085and to all the cabileros about London.
    Dauy I hope to see London once ere I die.
    Bar. And I might see you there Dauy!
    Shal. By the mas youle crack a quarte together, ha will you
    not master Bardolfe?
    3090Bar. Yea sir, in a pottle pot.
    Sha. By Gods liggens I thanke thee, the knaue will sticke by
    thee, I can assure thee that a wil not out, a tis true bred!
    Bar. And ile stick by him sir. One knockes at doore.
    Sha. Why there spoke a King: lacke nothing, be mery,
    3095looke who's at doore there ho, who knockes?
    Falst. Why now you haue done me right.
    Silens Do me right, and dub me Knight, samingo: ist not so?
    Falst. Tis so.
    3100Silens Ist so, why then say an olde man can do somewhat.
    Dauy And't please your worship, theres one Pistoll come
    from the court with newes. enter Pistol.
    Falst. From the Court? let him come in, how now Pistol?
    Pistol Sir Iohn, God saue you.
    Falst. What wind blew you hither Pistol?
    Pistol Not the ill winde which blowes no man to good:
    sweete Knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in this
    Silens Birlady I think a be, but goodman Puffe of Barson.
    Pisto Puffe? Puffe ith thy teeth, most recreant coward, base,
    sir Iohn, I am thy Pistol and thy frend, and helter skelter, haue