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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
    3160King is sicke for me: let vs take any mans horses, the lawes of
    England are at my commandement, blessed are they that haue
    bin my friends, and woe to my Lord chiefe Iustice.
    3165Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also: where is the
    life that late I led, say they, why here it is, welcome these ple-
    sant dayes. exit.
    3167.1Enter Sincklo and three or foure officers.
    Host. No, thou arrant knaue, I would to God that I might
    die, that I might haue thee hangd, thou hast drawn my shoul-
    der out of ioynt.
    Sincklo The Constables haue deliuered her ouer to mee,
    3175and shee shal haue whipping cheere I warrant her, there hath
    beene a man or two kild about her.
    Whoore Nut-hooke, Nut-hooke, you lie, come on, Ile tell
    thee what, thou damnd tripe visagde rascall, and the child I go
    3180with, do miscarry, thou wert better thou hadst strook thy mo-
    ther, thou paper-facde villaine.
    Host. O the Lord, that sir Iohn were come! I would make
    this a bloody day to some body: but I pray God the fruite of
    3185her wombe miscarry.
    Sincklo. If it doe, you shall haue a dozzen of cushions
    againe, you haue but eleuen nowe: come, I charge you both
    goe with mee, for the man is dead that you and Pistoll beat a-
    mongst you.
    3190Whoore Ile tell you what, you thin man in a censor, I will
    haue you as soundly swingde for this, you blewbottle rogue,
    you filthy famisht correctioner, if you be not swingde, Ile for-
    sweare halfe kirtles.
    Sinck. Come, come, you shee-Knight-arrant, come.
    3195Host. O God, that right should thus ouercom might! wel,
    of sufferance comes ease.
    Whoore Come you rogue, come bring me to a iustice.
    Host. I come, you starude blood-hound.
    3200Whoore Goodman death, goodman bones.
    Host. Thou Atomy, thou.
    Whoore Come you thinne thing, come you rascall.