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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)

    Henry the fourth.
    To see performd the tenure of my word: set on.
    3285Iohn Master Shallow I ow you a thousand pound.
    Shal. Yea mary sir Iohn, which I beseech you to let me haue
    home with me.
    Iohn That can hardly be, master Shalow: do not you grieue
    at this, I shall be sent for in priuate to him, looke you, hee must
    3290seeme thus to the world: feare not your aduauncements, I will
    be the man yet that shal make you great.
    Shal. I cannot perceiue how, vnlesse you giue me your
    dublet, and stuffe me out with straw: I beseech you good sir
    Iohn let me haue fiue hundred of my thousand.
    Iohn Sir I will be as good as my worde, this that you heard
    was but a collour.
    Shall. A collor that I feare you will die in sir Iohn.
    Iohn Feare no colours, go with me to dinner:
    3300Come lieftenant Pistol, come Bardolfe, Enter Iustice and prince Iohn
    I shall be sent for soone at night.
    Iustice Go cary sir Iohn Falstalfe to the Fleet,
    Take all his company along with him.
    Fal. My lord, my lord.
    3305Iust. I cannot now speake, I will heare you soone, take them
    away. exeunt.
    Pist. Si fortuna me tormenta spero contenta.
    Iohn I like this faire proceeding of the Kings,
    3310He hath intent his wonted followers
    Shall all be very well prouided for,
    But all are banisht till their conuersations
    Appeare more wise and modest to the worlde.
    Iust. And so they are.
    3315Iohn The King hath cald his parlament my lord.
    Iust. He hath.
    Iohn I wil lay ods, that ere this yeere expire,
    We beare our ciuil swords and natiue fier,
    3320As farre as France, I heard a bird so sing,
    Whose musique, to my thinking, pleasde the King:
    Come, will you hence?
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