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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
    Not Peer Reviewed

    Henry IV, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1600)

    Enter sir Iohn, Shallow, Scilens, Dauy, Bardolfe, page.
    Shal. Nay you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour we
    will
    Henry the fourth.
    3035will eate a last yeeres pippen of mine owne graffing, with a
    dish of carrawaies and so forth: come coosin Scilens, and then
    to bed.
    Falst. Fore God you haue here goodly dwelling, and rich.
    Shal. Barraine, barraine, barraine, beggars all, beggars all sir
    3040Iohn, mary good ayre: spread Dauy, spread Dauy, well saide
    Dauy.
    Fal. This Dauy serues you for good vses, hee is your ser-
    uing-man, and your husband.
    Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet sir
    3045Iohn: by the mas I haue drunke too much sacke at supper: a
    good varlet: now sit downe, now sit downe, come cosin.
    Scilens A sirra quoth a, we shall do nothing but eate and
    make good cheere, and praise God for the merry yeere, when
    3050flesh is cheape and females deare, and lusty laddes roame here
    and there so merely, and euer among so merily.
    sir Iohn Theres a merry heart, good M. Silens, ile giue you a
    health for that anon.
    3055Shal. Giue master Bardolfe some wine, Dauy.
    Dauy Sweet sir sit, ile be with you anon, most sweet sir sit,
    master Page, good master Page sit: proface, what you want in
    meate, weele haue in drink, but you must beare, the heart's al.
    3060Shal. Be mery master Bardolfe, and my litle souldier there,
    be merry.
    Scilens Be merry, be mery, my wife has all, for women are
    shrowes both short and tall, tis merry in hal when beards wags
    all, and welcome mery shrouetide, be mery, be mery.
    Falst. I did not thinke master Scilens had bin a man of this
    mettall.
    Scilens Who I? I haue beene mery twice and once ere now.
    3068.1Enter Dauy.
    3070Dauy Theres a dish of Lether-coates for you.
    Shal. Dauy?
    Dauy Your worship: Ile be with you straight, a cup of wine
    sir.
    Scilens A cup of wine thats briske and fine, and drinke vnto
    K2 the
    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
    night.
    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
    3110Realme.
    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
    I
    Henry the fourth.
    3115I rode to thee, and tidings do I bring, and luckie ioyes, and gol-
    den times, and happy news of price.
    Iohn I pray thee now deliuer them like a man of this
    world.
    3120Pistol A footre for the world and worldlings base, I speake
    of Affrica and golden ioyes.
    Iohn O base Assirian Knight! what is thy newes? let King
    Couetua know the truth thereof.
    Scilens And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and Iohn.
    3125Pistol Shal dunghill curs confront the Helicons? and shall
    good newes be baffled? then Pistoll lay thy head in Furies lap.
    Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
    3130Pistol Why then lament therefore.
    Shal. Giue me pardon sir, if sir you come with newes from
    the court, I take it theres but two waies, either to vtter them, or
    conceale them, I am sir vnder the King in some authoritie.
    3135Pistol Vnder which King, Besonian? speake, or die.
    Shal. Vnder King Harry.
    Pistol Harry the fourth, or fift?
    Shal. Harry the fourth.
    3140Pist A fowtre for thine office: sir Iohn, thy tender lambkin
    now is King: Harry the fifts the man: I speake the truth: when
    Pistol lies, do this, and fig me, like the bragging spaniard.
    3145Falst What is the old King dead?
    Pistol As nayle in doore, the things I speake are iust.
    Fal. Away Bardolfe, saddle my horse, M. Robert Shallow,
    choose what office thou wilt in the land, tis thine: Pistol, I will
    3150double charge thee with dignities.
    Bard. O ioyful day! I would not take a Knight for my for-
    tune.
    Pistol What? I do bring good newes.
    3155Falst. Carry master Scilens to bed: master Shallow, my
    lord Shalow, be what thou wilt, I am fortunes steward, get on
    thy boots, weel ride al night: ô sweet Pistol, away Bardolf, com
    Pistol, vtter more to me, and withall, deuise something to doe
    thy selfe good, boote, boote master Shallow, I know the yong
    K3 King
    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.
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