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The First Part of King Henry the Fourth. Then would I haue his Harry, and he mine:
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But let him from my thoughts. What thinke you Coze Of this young Percies pride? The Prisoners Which he in this aduenture hath surpriz'd, To his owne vse he keepes, and sends me word I shall haue none but Mordake Earle of Fife.
West.
[95]
This is his Vnckles teaching. This is Worcester Maleuolent to you in all Aspects: Which makes him prune himselfe, and bristle vp The crest of Youth against your Dignity.
King. But I haue sent for him to answer this:
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And for this cause a‑while we must neglect Our holy purpose to Ierusalem. Cosin, on Wednesday next, our Councell we will hold At Windsor, and so informe the Lords: But come your selfe with speed to vs againe,
[105]
For more is to be said, and to be done, Then out of anger can be vttered.
West. I will my Liege. Exeunt.
Scæna Secunda. [Act 1, Scene 2] Enter Henry Prince of Wales, Sir Iohn Fal­ staffe, and Pointz. Fal.

Now Hal, what time of day is it Lad?

Prin.

Thou art so fat‑witted with drinking of olde

[110]

Sacke, and vnbuttoning thee after Supper, and sleeping

vpon Benches in the afternoone, that thou hast forgotten

to demand that truely, which thou wouldest truly know.

What a diuell hast thou thou to do with the time of the day?

vnlesse houres were cups of Sacke, and minutes Capons,

[115]

and clocks the tongues of Bawdes, and dialls the signes

of Leaping‑houses, and the blessed Sunne himselfe a faire

hot Wench in Flame‑coloured Taffata; I see no reason

why thou shouldest bee so superfluous, to demaund the

time of the day.

Fal.
[120]

Indeed you come neere me now Hal, for we that

take Purses, go by the Moone and seuen Starres, and not

by Phoebus hee, that wand'ring Knight so faire. And I

prythee sweet Wagge, when thou art King, as God saue

thy Grace, Maiesty I should say, for Grace thou wilte

[125]

haue none.

Prin.

What, none?

Fal.

No, not so much as will serue to be Prologue to

an Egge and Butter.

Prin.

Well, how then? Come, roundly, roundly.

Fal.
[130]

Marry, then, sweet Wagge, when thou art King,

let not vs that are Squires of the Nights bodie, bee call'd

Theeues of the Dayes beautie. Let vs be Dianaes Forre­

sters, Gentlemen of the Shade, Minions of the Moone;

and let men say, we be men of good Goeurnment, being

[135]

gouerned as the Sea is, by our noble and chast mistris the

Moone, vnder whose countenance we steale.

Prin.

Thou say'st well, and it holds well too; for the

fortune of vs that are the Moones men, doeth ebbe and

flow like the Sea, being gouerned as the Sea is, by the

[140]

Moone: as for proofe. Now a Purse of Gold most reso­

lutely snatch'd on Monday night and most dissolutely

spent on Tuesday Morning; got with swearing, Lay by:

and spent with crying, Bring in: now, in as low an ebbe

as the foot of the Ladder, and by and by in as high a flow

[145]

as the ridge of the Gallowes.

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Fal.

Thou say'st true Lad: and is not my Hostesse of

the Tauerne a most sweet Wench?

Prin.

As the honey, my old Lad of the Castle: and is

not a Buffe Ierkin a most sweet robe of durance?

Fal.
[150]

How now? how now mad Wagge? What in thy

quips and thy quiddities? What a plague haue I to doe

with a Buffe‑Ierkin?

Prin.

Why, what a poxe haue I to doe with my Ho­

stesse of the Tauerne?

Fal.
[155]

Well, thou hast call'd her to a reck'ning many a

time and oft.

Prin.

Did I euer call for thee to pay thy part?

Fal.

No, Ile giue thee thy due, thou hast paid al there.

Prin.

Yea and elsewhere, so farre as my Coine would

[160]

stretch, and where it would not, I haue vs'd my credit.

Fal.

Yea, and so vs'd it, that were it not heere apparant,

that thou art Heire apparant. But I prythee sweet Wag,

shall there be Gallowes standing in England when thou

art King? and resolution thus fobb'd as it is, with the ru­

[165]

stie curbe of old Father Anticke the Law? Doe not thou

when thou art a King, hang a Theefe.

Prin.

No, thou shalt.

Fal.

Shall I? O rare! Ile be a Lord, I'll be a braue Iudge.

Prin.

Thou iudgest false already. I mean, thou shalt

[170]

haue the hanging of the Theeues, and so become a rare

Hangman.

Fal.

Well Hal, well: and in some sort it iumpes with

my humour, as well as waiting in the Court, I can tell

you.

Prin.
[175]

For obtaining of suites?

Fal.

Yea, for obtaining of suites, whereof the Hang­

man hath no leane Wardrobe. I am as Melancholly as a

Gyb‑Cat, or a lugg'd Beare.

Prin.

Or an old Lyon, or a Louers Lute.

Fal.
[180]

Yea, or the Drone of a Lincolnshire Bagpipe.

Prin.

What say'st thou to a Hare, or the Melancholly

of Moore‑Ditch?

Fal.

Thou hast the most vnsauoury smiles, and art in­

deed the most comparatiue rascallest sweet yong Prince.

[185]

But, Hal, I prythee trouble me no more with vanity, I wold

thou and I knew, where a Commodity of good names

were to be bought: an olde Lord of the Councell rated

me the other day in the street about you sir; but I mark'd

him not, and yet hee talk'd very wisely, but I regarded

[190]

him not, and yet he talkt wisely, and in the street too.

Prin.

Thou didst well: for no man regards it.

Fal.

O, thou hast damn ble iteration, and art indeede

able to corrupt a Saint. Thou hast done much harme vn­

to me Hall, God forgiue thee for it. Before I knew thee

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Hal, I knew nothing: and now am I am (if a man shold speake

truly) little better then one of the wicked. I must giue o­

uer this life, and I will giue it ouer: and I do not, I am a

Villaine. Ile be damn'd for neuer a Kings sonne in Chri­

stendome.

Prin.
[200]

Where shall we take a purse to morrow, Iacke?

Fal.

Where thou wilt, Lad! Ile make one: and I doe

not, call me Villaine, and bafflle me.

Prin. I see a good amendment of life in thee: From Praying, to Purse‑taking. Fal.
[205]

Why, Hal, 'tis my Vocation Hal: 'Tis no sin for a

man to labour in his Vocation.

Pointz.

Now shall we know if Gads hill haue set a

Watch. O, if men were to be saued by merit, what hole

in Hell were hot enough for him? This is the most omni­

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potent Villaine, that euer cryed, Stand, to a true man.

Prin.

Good morrow Ned.

Pointz.

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Scæna Secunda. [Act 1, Scene 2] Enter Henry Prince of Wales, Sir Iohn Fal­ staffe, and Pointz. Fal.

Now Hal, what time of day is it Lad?

Prin.

Thou art so fat‑witted with drinking of olde

[110]

Sacke, and vnbuttoning thee after Supper, and sleeping

vpon Benches in the afternoone, that thou hast forgotten

to demand that truely, which thou wouldest truly know.

What a diuell hast thou thou to do with the time of the day?

vnlesse houres were cups of Sacke, and minutes Capons,

[115]

and clocks the tongues of Bawdes, and dialls the signes

of Leaping‑houses, and the blessed Sunne himselfe a faire

hot Wench in Flame‑coloured Taffata; I see no reason

why thou shouldest bee so superfluous, to demaund the

time of the day.

Fal.
[120]

Indeed you come neere me now Hal, for we that

take Purses, go by the Moone and seuen Starres, and not

by Phoebus hee, that wand'ring Knight so faire. And I

prythee sweet Wagge, when thou art King, as God saue

thy Grace, Maiesty I should say, for Grace thou wilte

[125]

haue none.

Prin.

What, none?

Fal.

No, not so much as will serue to be Prologue to

an Egge and Butter.

Prin.

Well, how then? Come, roundly, roundly.

Fal.
[130]

Marry, then, sweet Wagge, when thou art King,

let not vs that are Squires of the Nights bodie, bee call'd

Theeues of the Dayes beautie. Let vs be Dianaes Forre­

sters, Gentlemen of the Shade, Minions of the Moone;

and let men say, we be men of good Goeurnment, being

[135]

gouerned as the Sea is, by our noble and chast mistris the

Moone, vnder whose countenance we steale.

Prin.

Thou say'st well, and it holds well too; for the

fortune of vs that are the Moones men, doeth ebbe and

flow like the Sea, being gouerned as the Sea is, by the

[140]

Moone: as for proofe. Now a Purse of Gold most reso­

lutely snatch'd on Monday night and most dissolutely

spent on Tuesday Morning; got with swearing, Lay by:

and spent with crying, Bring in: now, in as low an ebbe

as the foot of the Ladder, and by and by in as high a flow

[145]

as the ridge of the Gallowes.

Fal.

Thou say'st true Lad: and is not my Hostesse of

the Tauerne a most sweet Wench?

Prin.

As the honey, my old Lad of the Castle: and is

not a Buffe Ierkin a most sweet robe of durance?

Fal.
[150]

How now? how now mad Wagge? What in thy

quips and thy quiddities? What a plague haue I to doe

with a Buffe‑Ierkin?

Prin.

Why, what a poxe haue I to doe with my Ho­

stesse of the Tauerne?

Fal.
[155]

Well, thou hast call'd her to a reck'ning many a

time and oft.

Prin.

Did I euer call for thee to pay thy part?

Fal.

No, Ile giue thee thy due, thou hast paid al there.

Prin.

Yea and elsewhere, so farre as my Coine would

[160]

stretch, and where it would not, I haue vs'd my credit.

Fal.

Yea, and so vs'd it, that were it not heere apparant,

that thou art Heire apparant. But I prythee sweet Wag,

shall there be Gallowes standing in England when thou

art King? and resolution thus fobb'd as it is, with the ru­

[165]

stie curbe of old Father Anticke the Law? Doe not thou

when thou art a King, hang a Theefe.

Prin.

No, thou shalt.

Fal.

Shall I? O rare! Ile be a Lord, I'll be a braue Iudge.

Prin.

Thou iudgest false already. I mean, thou shalt

[170]

haue the hanging of the Theeues, and so become a rare

Hangman.

Fal.

Well Hal, well: and in some sort it iumpes with

my humour, as well as waiting in the Court, I can tell

you.

Prin.
[175]

For obtaining of suites?

Fal.

Yea, for obtaining of suites, whereof the Hang­

man hath no leane Wardrobe. I am as Melancholly as a

Gyb‑Cat, or a lugg'd Beare.

Prin.

Or an old Lyon, or a Louers Lute.

Fal.
[180]

Yea, or the Drone of a Lincolnshire Bagpipe.

Prin.

What say'st thou to a Hare, or the Melancholly

of Moore‑Ditch?

Fal.

Thou hast the most vnsauoury smiles, and art in­

deed the most comparatiue rascallest sweet yong Prince.

[185]

But, Hal, I prythee trouble me no more with vanity, I wold

thou and I knew, where a Commodity of good names

were to be bought: an olde Lord of the Councell rated

me the other day in the street about you sir; but I mark'd

him not, and yet hee talk'd very wisely, but I regarded

[190]

him not, and yet he talkt wisely, and in the street too.

Prin.

Thou didst well: for no man regards it.

Fal.

O, thou hast damn ble iteration, and art indeede

able to corrupt a Saint. Thou hast done much harme vn­

to me Hall, God forgiue thee for it. Before I knew thee

[195]

Hal, I knew nothing: and now am I am (if a man shold speake

truly) little better then one of the wicked. I must giue o­

uer this life, and I will giue it ouer: and I do not, I am a

Villaine. Ile be damn'd for neuer a Kings sonne in Chri­

stendome.

Prin.
[200]

Where shall we take a purse to morrow, Iacke?

Fal.

Where thou wilt, Lad! Ile make one: and I doe

not, call me Villaine, and bafflle me.

Prin. I see a good amendment of life in thee: From Praying, to Purse‑taking. Fal.
[205]

Why, Hal, 'tis my Vocation Hal: 'Tis no sin for a

man to labour in his Vocation.

Pointz.

Now shall we know if Gads hill haue set a

Watch. O, if men were to be saued by merit, what hole

in Hell were hot enough for him? This is the most omni­

[210]

potent Villaine, that euer cryed, Stand, to a true man.

Prin.

Good morrow Ned.

Poines.

Good morrow sweet Hal. What saies Mon­

sieur Remorse? What sayes Sir Iohn Sacke and Sugar:

Iacke? How agrees the Diuell and thee about thy Soule,

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that thou soldest him on Good‑Friday last, for a Cup of

Madera, and a cold Capons legge?

Prin.

Sir Iohn stands to his word, the diuel shall haue

his bargaine, for he was neuer yet a Breaker of Prouerbs:

He will give the diuell his due.

Poin.
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Then art thou damn'd for keeping thy word with

the diuell.

Prin.

Else he had damn'd for cozening the diuell.

Poy.

But my Lads, my Lads, to morrow morning, by

foure a clocke early at Gads hill, there are Pilgrimes go­

[225]

ing to Canterbury with rich Offerings, and Traders ri­

ding to London with fat Purses. I haue vizards for you

all; you haue horses for your selues: Gads‑hill lyes to

night in Rochester, I haue bespoke Supper to morrow in

Eastcheape; we may doe it as secure as sleepe: if you will

[230]

go, I will stuffe your Purses full of Crownes: if you will

not, tarry at home and be hang'd.

Fal.

Heare ye Yedward, if I tarry at home and go not,

Ile hang you for going.

Poy.

You will chops.

Fal.
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Hal, wilt thou make one?

Prin.

Who, I rob? I a Theefe? Not I.

Fal.

There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fel­

lowship in thee, nor thou cam'st not of the blood‑royall,

if thou dar'st not stand for ten shillings.

Prin.
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Well then, once in my dayes Ile be a mad‑cap.

Fal.

Why, that's well said.

Prin.

Well, come what will, Ile tarry at home.

Fal.

Ile be a Traitor then, when thou art King. An ink mark follows the end of this line.

Prin.

I care not.

Poyn.
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Sir Iohn, I prythee leaue the Prince & me alone,

I will lay him downe such reasons for this aduenture, that

he shall go.

Fal.

Well, maist thou haue the Spirit of perswasion;

and he the cares of profiting, that what thou speakest,

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may moue; and what he heares may be beleeued, that the

true Prince, may (for recreation sake) proue a false theefe;

for the poore abuses of the time, want countenance. Far­

well, you shall finde me in Eastcheape.

Prin.

Farwell the latter Spring. Farewell Alhollown

[255]

Summer.

Poy.

Now, my good sweet Hony Lord, ride with vs

to morrow. I haue a iest to execute, that I cannot man­

nage alone. Falstaffe, Haruey, Rossill, and Gads‑hill, shall

robbe those men that wee haue already way‑layde, your

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selfe and I, wil not be there: and when they haue the boo­

ty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head from my

shoulders.

Prin.

But how shal we part with them in setting forth?

Poyn.

Why, we wil set forth before or after them, and

[265]

appoint them a place of meeting, wherin it is at our plea­

sure to faile; and then will they aduenture vppon the ex­

ploit rhemselues themselues , which they shall haue no sooner atchie­

ued, but wee'l set vpon them.

Prin.

I, but tis like that they will know vs by our

[270]

horses, by our habits, and by euery other appointment to

be our selues.

Poy.

Tut our horses they shall not see, Ile tye them in

the wood, our vizards wee will change after wee leaue

them: and sirah, I haue Cases of Buckram for the nonce,

[275]

to immaske our noted outward garments.

Prin.

But I doubt they will be too hard for vs.

Poin.

Well for two of them, I know them to bee as

true bred Cowards as euer turn'd backe: and for the third

if he fight longer then he sees reason, Ile forswear Armes.

[280]

The vertue of this Iest will be, the incomprehensible lyes

that this fat Rogue will tell vs, when we meete at Supper:

how thirty at least he fought with, what Wardes, what

blowes, what extremities he endured; and in the reproofe

of this, lyes the iest.

Prin.
[285]

Well, Ile goe with thee, prouide vs all things

necessary, and meete me to morrow night in Eastcheape,

there Ile sup. Farewell.

Poyn.

Farewell, my Lord.

Exit Pointz Prin. I know you all, and will a‑while vphold
[290]
The vnyoak'd humor of your idlenesse: Yet heerein will I imitate the Sunne, Who doth permit the base contagious cloudes To smother vp his Beauty from the world, That when he please againe to be himselfe,
[295]
Being wanted, he may be more wondred at, By breaking through the foule and vgly mists Of vapours, that did seeme to strangle him. If all the yeare were playing holidaies, To sport, would be as tedious as to worke;
[300]
But when they seldome come, they wisht‑for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So when this loose behauiour I throw off, And pay the debt I neuer promised; By how much better then my word I am,
[305]
By so much shall I falsifie mens hopes, And like bright Mettall on a sullen ground: My reformation glittering o're my fault, Shall shew more goodly, and attract more eyes, Then that which hath no soyle to set it off.
[310]
Ile so offend, to make offence a skill, Redeeming time, when men thinke least I will.
 

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      <lb n="163"/>shall there be Gallowes standing in England when thou
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      <lb n="166"/>when thou art a King, hang a Theefe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="167">No, thou shalt.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="168">Shall I? O rare! Ile be a Lord, I'll be a braue Iudge.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="169">Thou iudgest false already. I mean, thou shalt
      <lb n="170"/>haue the hanging of the Theeues, and so become a rare
      <lb n="171"/>Hangman.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="172">Well<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>, well: and in some sort it iumpes with
      <lb n="173"/>my humour, as well as waiting in the Court, I can tell
      <lb n="174"/>you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="175">For obtaining of suites?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="176">Yea, for obtaining of suites, whereof the Hang­
      <lb n="177"/>man hath no leane Wardrobe. I am as Melancholly as a
      <lb n="178"/>Gyb‑Cat, or a lugg'd Beare.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="179">Or an old Lyon, or a Louers Lute.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="180">Yea, or the Drone of a Lincolnshire Bagpipe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="181">What say'st thou to a Hare, or the Melancholly
      <lb n="182"/>of Moore‑Ditch?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="183">Thou hast the most vnsauoury smiles, and art in­
      <lb n="184"/>deed the most comparatiue rascallest sweet yong Prince.
      <lb n="185"/>But,<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>, I prythee trouble me no more with vanity, I wold
      <lb n="186"/>thou and I knew, where a Commodity of good names
      <lb n="187"/>were to be bought: an olde Lord of the Councell rated
      <lb n="188"/>me the other day in the street about you sir; but I mark'd
      <lb n="189"/>him not, and yet hee talk'd very wisely, but I regarded
      <lb n="190"/>him not, and yet he talkt wisely, and in the street too.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="191">Thou didst well: for no man regards it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="192">O, thou hast damn<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="partiallyInkedType"
              resp="#ES"/>ble iteration, and art indeede
      <lb n="193"/>able to corrupt a Saint. Thou hast done much harme vn­
      <lb n="194"/>to me<hi rend="italic">Hall</hi>, God forgiue thee for it. Before I knew thee
      <lb n="195"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>, I knew nothing: and now am I am (if a man shold speake
      <lb n="196"/>truly) little better then one of the wicked. I must giue o­
      <lb n="197"/>uer this life, and I will giue it ouer: and I do not, I am a
      <lb n="198"/>Villaine. Ile be damn'd for neuer a Kings sonne in Chri­
      <lb n="199"/>stendome.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="200">Where shall we take a purse to morrow, Iacke?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="201">Where thou wilt, Lad! Ile make one: and I doe
      <lb n="202"/>not, call me Villaine, and bafflle me.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="203">I see a good amendment of life in thee: From</l>
      <l n="204">Praying, to Purse‑taking.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="205">Why,<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>, 'tis my Vocation<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>: 'Tis no sin for a
      <lb n="206"/>man to labour in his Vocation.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pointz.</speaker>
      <p n="207">Now shall we know if Gads hill haue set a
      <lb n="208"/>Watch. O, if men were to be saued by merit, what hole
      <lb n="209"/>in Hell were hot enough for him? This is the most omni­
      <lb n="210"/>potent Villaine, that euer cryed, Stand, to a true man.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="211">Good morrow<hi rend="italic">Ned</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0372-0.jpg" n="50"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poines.</speaker>
      <p n="212">Good morrow sweet<hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>. What saies Mon­
      <lb n="213"/>sieur Remorse? What sayes Sir Iohn Sacke and Sugar:
      <lb n="214"/>Iacke? How agrees the Diuell and thee about thy Soule,
      <lb n="215"/>that thou soldest him on Good‑Friday last, for a Cup of
      <lb n="216"/>Madera, and a cold Capons legge?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="217">Sir Iohn stands to his word, the diuel shall haue
      <lb n="218"/>his bargaine, for he was neuer yet a Breaker of Prouerbs:
      <lb n="219"/>
         <hi rend="italic">He will give the diuell his due</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="220">Then art thou damn'd for keeping thy word with
      <lb n="221"/>the diuell.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="222">Else he had damn'd for cozening the diuell.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poy.</speaker>
      <p n="223">But my Lads, my Lads, to morrow morning, by
      <lb n="224"/>foure a clocke early at Gads hill, there are Pilgrimes go­
      <lb n="225"/>ing to Canterbury with rich Offerings, and Traders ri­
      <lb n="226"/>ding to London with fat Purses. I haue vizards for you
      <lb n="227"/>all; you haue horses for your selues: Gads‑hill lyes to
      <lb n="228"/>night in Rochester, I haue bespoke Supper to morrow in
      <lb n="229"/>Eastcheape; we may doe it as secure as sleepe: if you will
      <lb n="230"/>go, I will stuffe your Purses full of Crownes: if you will
      <lb n="231"/>not, tarry at home and be hang'd.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="232">Heare ye Yedward, if I tarry at home and go not,
      <lb n="233"/>Ile hang you for going.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poy.</speaker>
      <p n="234">You will chops.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="235">
         <hi rend="italic">Hal</hi>, wilt thou make one?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="236">Who, I rob? I a Theefe? Not I.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="237">There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fel­
      <lb n="238"/>lowship in thee, nor thou cam'st not of the blood‑royall,
      <lb n="239"/>if thou dar'st not stand for ten shillings.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="240">Well then, once in my dayes Ile be a mad‑cap.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="241">Why, that's well said.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="242">Well, come what will, Ile tarry at home.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="243">Ile be a Traitor then, when thou art King.<note type="physical" resp="#ES">An ink mark follows the end of this line.</note>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="244">I care not.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poyn.</speaker>
      <p n="245">Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, I prythee leaue the Prince &amp; me alone,
      <lb n="246"/>I will lay him downe such reasons for this aduenture, that
      <lb n="247"/>he shall go.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="248">Well, maist thou haue the Spirit of perswasion;
      <lb n="249"/>and he the cares of profiting, that what thou speakest,
      <lb n="250"/>may moue; and what he heares may be beleeued, that the
      <lb n="251"/>true Prince, may (for recreation sake) proue a false theefe;
      <lb n="252"/>for the poore abuses of the time, want countenance. Far­
      <lb n="253"/>well, you shall finde me in Eastcheape.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="254">Farwell the latter Spring. Farewell Alhollown
      <lb n="255"/>Summer.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poy.</speaker>
      <p n="256">Now, my good sweet Hony Lord, ride with vs
      <lb n="257"/>to morrow. I haue a iest to execute, that I cannot man­
      <lb n="258"/>nage alone.<hi rend="italic">Falstaffe, Haruey, Rossill</hi>, and<hi rend="italic">Gads‑hill</hi>, shall
      <lb n="259"/>robbe those men that wee haue already way‑layde, your
      <lb n="260"/>selfe and I, wil not be there: and when they haue the boo­
      <lb n="261"/>ty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head from my
      <lb n="262"/>shoulders.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="263">But how shal we part with them in setting forth?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poyn.</speaker>
      <p n="264">Why, we wil set forth before or after them, and
      <lb n="265"/>appoint them a place of meeting, wherin it is at our plea­
      <lb n="266"/>sure to faile; and then will they aduenture vppon the ex­
      <lb n="267"/>ploit<choice>
            <orig>rhemselues</orig>
            <corr>themselues</corr>
         </choice>, which they shall haue no sooner atchie­
      <lb n="268"/>ued, but wee'l set vpon them.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="269">I, but tis like that they will know vs by our
      <lb n="270"/>horses, by our habits, and by euery other appointment to
      <lb n="271"/>be our selues.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poy.</speaker>
      <p n="272">Tut our horses they shall not see, Ile tye them in
      <lb n="273"/>the wood, our vizards wee will change after wee leaue
      <lb n="274"/>them: and sirah, I haue Cases of Buckram for the nonce,
      <lb n="275"/>to immaske our noted outward garments.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="276">But I doubt they will be too hard for vs.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="277">Well for two of them, I know them to bee as<cb n="2"/>
         
      <lb n="278"/>true bred Cowards as euer turn'd backe: and for the third
      <lb n="279"/>if he fight longer then he sees reason, Ile forswear Armes.
      <lb n="280"/>The vertue of this Iest will be, the incomprehensible lyes
      <lb n="281"/>that this fat Rogue will tell vs, when we meete at Supper:
      <lb n="282"/>how thirty at least he fought with, what Wardes, what
      <lb n="283"/>blowes, what extremities he endured; and in the reproofe
      <lb n="284"/>of this, lyes the iest.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="285">Well, Ile goe with thee, prouide vs all things
      <lb n="286"/>necessary, and meete me to morrow night in Eastcheape,
      <lb n="287"/>there Ile sup. Farewell.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poyn.</speaker>
      <p n="288">Farewell, my Lord.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified">Exit Pointz</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="289">I know you all, and will a‑while vphold</l>
      <l n="290">The vnyoak'd humor of your idlenesse:</l>
      <l n="291">Yet heerein will I imitate the Sunne,</l>
      <l n="292">Who doth permit the base contagious cloudes</l>
      <l n="293">To smother vp his Beauty from the world,</l>
      <l n="294">That when he please againe to be himselfe,</l>
      <l n="295">Being wanted, he may be more wondred at,</l>
      <l n="296">By breaking through the foule and vgly mists</l>
      <l n="297">Of vapours, that did seeme to strangle him.</l>
      <l n="298">If all the yeare were playing holidaies,</l>
      <l n="299">To sport, would be as tedious as to worke;</l>
      <l n="300">But when they seldome come, they wisht‑for come,</l>
      <l n="301">And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.</l>
      <l n="302">So when this loose behauiour I throw off,</l>
      <l n="303">And pay the debt I neuer promised;</l>
      <l n="304">By how much better then my word I am,</l>
      <l n="305">By so much shall I falsifie mens hopes,</l>
      <l n="306">And like bright Mettall on a sullen ground:</l>
      <l n="307">My reformation glittering o're my fault,</l>
      <l n="308">Shall shew more goodly, and attract more eyes,</l>
      <l n="309">Then that which hath no soyle to set it off.</l>
      <l n="310">Ile so offend, to make offence a skill,</l>
      <l n="311">Redeeming time, when men thinke least I will.</l>
   </sp>
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