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The seco nd Part of King Henry the Fourth.

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window: at last I spy'd his eyes, and me thought he had

made two holes in the Ale‑wiues new Petticoat, & pee­

ped through.

Prin.

Hath not the boy profited?

Bar.

Away, you horson vpright Rabbet, away.

Page.
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Away, you rascally Altheas dreame, away.

Prin.

Instruct vs Boy: what dreame, Boy ?

Page.

Marry (my Lord) Althea dream'd, she was de­

liuer'd of a Firebrand, and therefore I call him hir dream.

Prince.

A Crownes‑worth of good Interpretation:

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There it is, Boy.

Poin.

O that this good Blossome could bee kept from

Cankers: Well, there is six pence to preserue thee.

Bard.

If you do not make him be hang'd among you,

the gallowes shall be wrong'd.

Prince.
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And how doth thy Master, Bardolph?

Bar.

Well, my good Lord: he heard of your Graces

comming to Towne. There's a Letter for you.

Poin.

Deliuer'd with good respect: And how doth the

Martlemas, your Master?

Bard.
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In bodily health Sir.

Poin.

Marry, the immortal part needes a Physitian :

but that moues not him: though that bee sicke, it dyes

not.

Prince.

I do allow this Wen to bee as familiar with

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me, as my dogge: and he holds his place, for looke you

he writes.

Poin. Letter.

Iohn Falstaffe Knight: (Euery man must

know that, as oft as hee hath occasion to name himselfe:)

Euen like those that are kinne to the King, for they neuer

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pricke their finger, but they say, there is som of the kings

blood spilt. How comes that (sayes he) that takes vpon

him not to conceiue? the answer is as ready as a borrow­

ed cap: I am the Kings poore Cosin, Sir.

Prince.

Nay, they will be kin to vs, but they wil fetch

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it from Iaphet. But to the Letter: ⸺ Sir Iohn Falstaffe, Knight, to the Sonne of the King, neerest his Father, Harrie Prince of Wales, greeting.

Poin.

Why this is a Certificate.

Prin.

Peace.

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I will imitate the honourable Romaines in breuitie.

Poin.

Sure he meanes breuity in breath: short‑winded.

I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I leaue thee. Bee not too familiar with Pointz, for hee misuses thy Fauours so much, that he sweares thou art to marrie his Sister Nell. Re­ pent at idle times as thou mayst, and so farewell.

Thine, by yea and no: which is as much as to say, as thou

vsest him. Iacke Falstaffe with my Familiars:

Iohn with my Brothers and sister: & Sir

Iohn, with all Europe.

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My Lord, I will steepe this Letter in Sack, and make him

eate it.

Prin.

That's to make him eate twenty of his Words.

But do you vse me thus Ned? Must I marry your Sister?

Poin.

May the Wench haue no worse Fortune. But I

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neuer said so.

Prin.

Well, thus we play the Fooles with the time, &

the spirits of the wise, sit in the clouds, and mocke vs: Is

your Master heere in London?

Bard.

Yes my Lord.

Prin.
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Where suppes he? Doth the old Bore, feede in

the old Franke?

Bard,

At the old place my Lord, in East‑cheape.

Prin.

What Company?

Page.

Ephesians my Lord, of the old Church.

Prin.
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Sup any women with him?

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Page.

None my Lord, but old Mistris Quickly, and M. Mistris

Doll Teare‑sheet.

Prin.

What Pagan may that be?

Page

A proper Gentlewoman, Sir, and a Kinswoman

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of my Masters.

Prin.

Euen such Kin, as the Parish Heyfors are to the

Towne‑Bull?

Shall we steale vpon them (Ned) at Supper?

Poin.

I am your shadow, my Lord, Ile follow you.

Prin.
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Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your

Master that I am yet in Towne.

There's for your silence.

Bar.

I haue no tongue, sir.

Page.

And for mine Sir, I will gouerne it.

Prin.
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Fare ye well: go.

This Doll Teare‑sheet should be some Rode.

Poin.

I warrant you, as common as the way betweene

S. Saint Albans, and London.

Prin.

How might we see Falstaffe bestow him selfe to

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night, in his true colours, and not our selues be seene ?

Poin.

Put on two Leather Ierkins, and Aprons, and

waite vpon him at his Table, like Drawers.

Prin.

From a God, to a Bull? A heauie declension: It

was Ioues case. From a Prince, to a Prentice, a low trans­

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formation, that shall be mine: for in euery thing, the pur­

pose must weigh with the folly. Follow me Ned.

Exeunt
Scena Tertia. [Act 2, Scene 3] Enter Northumberland, his Ladie, and Harrie Percies Ladie. North. I prethee louing Wife, and gentle Daughter, Giue an euen way vnto my rough Affaires: Put not you on the visage of the Times,
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And be like them to Percie, troublesome.
Wife. I haue giuen ouer, I will speak no more. Do what you will: your Wisedome, be your guide. North. Alas (sweet Wife) my Honor is at pawne, And but my going, nothing can redeeme it. La.
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Oh yet, for heauens sake, go not to these Warrs; The Time was (Father) when you broke your word, When you were more endeer'd to it, then now, When your owne Percy, when my heart‑deere‑ Harry, Threw many a Northward looke, to see his Father
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Bring vp his Powres: but he did long in vaine. Who then perswaded you to stay at home? There were two Honors lost; Yours, and your Sonnes. For Yours, may heauenly glory brighten it: For His, it stucke vpon him, as the Sunne
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In the gray vault of Heauen: and by his Light Did all the Cheualrie of England moue To do braue Acts. He was (indeed) the Glasse Wherein the Noble‑Youth did dresse themselues. He had no Legges, that practic'd not his Gate:
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And speaking thicke (which Nature made his blemish) Became the Accents of the Valiant. For those that could speake low, and tardily, Would turne their owne Perfection, to Abuse, To seeme like him. So that in Speech, in Gate,
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In Diet, in Affections of delight, In Militarie Rules, Humors of Blood, He

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Scena Tertia. [Act 2, Scene 3] Enter Northumberland, his Ladie, and Harrie Percies Ladie. North. I prethee louing Wife, and gentle Daughter, Giue an euen way vnto my rough Affaires: Put not you on the visage of the Times,
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And be like them to Percie, troublesome.
Wife. I haue giuen ouer, I will speak no more. Do what you will: your Wisedome, be your guide. North. Alas (sweet Wife) my Honor is at pawne, And but my going, nothing can redeeme it. La.
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Oh yet, for heauens sake, go not to these Warrs; The Time was (Father) when you broke your word, When you were more endeer'd to it, then now, When your owne Percy, when my heart‑deere‑ Harry, Threw many a Northward looke, to see his Father
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Bring vp his Powres: but he did long in vaine. Who then perswaded you to stay at home? There were two Honors lost; Yours, and your Sonnes. For Yours, may heauenly glory brighten it: For His, it stucke vpon him, as the Sunne
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In the gray vault of Heauen: and by his Light Did all the Cheualrie of England moue To do braue Acts. He was (indeed) the Glasse Wherein the Noble‑Youth did dresse themselues. He had no Legges, that practic'd not his Gate:
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And speaking thicke (which Nature made his blemish) Became the Accents of the Valiant. For those that could speake low, and tardily, Would turne their owne Perfection, to Abuse, To seeme like him. So that in Speech, in Gate,
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In Diet, in Affections of delight, In Militarie Rules, Humors of Blood, He was the Marke, and Glasse, Coppy, and Booke, That fashion'd others. And him, O wondrous! him, O Miracle of Men! Him did you leaue
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(Second to none) vn‑seconded by you, To looke vpon the hideous God of Warre, In dis‑aduantage, to abide a field, Where nothing but the sound of Hotspurs Name Did seeme defensible: so you left him.
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Neuer, O neuer doe his Ghost the wrong, To hold your Honor more precise and nice With others, then with him. Let them alone: The Marshall and the Arch‑bishop are strong. Had my sweet Harry had but halfe their Numbers,
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To day might I (hanging on Hotspurs Necke) Haue talk'd of Monmouth's Graue.
North. Beshrew your heart, (Faire Daughter) you doe draw my Spirits from me, With new lamenting ancient Ouer‑sights.
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But I must goe, and meet with Danger there, Or it will seeke me in another place, And finde me worse prouided.
Wife. O flye to Scotland, Till that the Nobles, and the armed Commons,
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Haue of their Puissance made a little taste.
Lady. If they get ground, and vantage of the King, Then ioyne you with them, like a Ribbe of Steele, To make Strength stronger. But, for all our loues, First let them trye themselues. So did your Sonne,
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He was so suffer'd; so came I a Widow: And neuer shall haue length of Life enough, To raine vpon Remembrance with mine Eyes, That it may grow, and sprowt, as high as Heauen, For Recordation to my Noble Husband.
North.
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Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my Minde As with the Tyde, swell'd vp vnto his height, That makes a still‑stand, running neyther way. Faine would I goe to meet the Arch‑bishop, But many thousand Reasons hold me backe.
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I will resolue for Scotland: there am I, Till Time and Vantage craue my company.
Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="961">Became the Accents of the Valiant.</l>
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      <l n="963">Would turne their owne Perfection, to Abuse,</l>
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      <l n="984">With new lamenting ancient Ouer‑sights.</l>
      <l n="985">But I must goe, and meet with Danger there,</l>
      <l n="986">Or it will seeke me in another place,</l>
      <l n="987">And finde me worse prouided.</l>
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      <l n="988">O flye to Scotland,</l>
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      <l n="990">Haue of their Puissance made a little taste.</l>
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      <l n="993">To make Strength stronger. But, for all our loues,</l>
      <l n="994">First let them trye themselues. So did your Sonne,</l>
      <l n="995">He was so suffer'd; so came I a Widow:</l>
      <l n="996">And neuer shall haue length of Life enough,</l>
      <l n="997">To raine vpon Remembrance with mine Eyes,</l>
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      <l n="1000">Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my Minde</l>
      <l n="1001">As with the Tyde, swell'd vp vnto his height,</l>
      <l n="1002">That makes a still‑stand, running neyther way.</l>
      <l n="1003">Faine would I goe to meet the Arch‑bishop,</l>
      <l n="1004">But many thousand Reasons hold me backe.</l>
      <l n="1005">I will resolue for Scotland: there am I,</l>
      <l n="1006">Till Time and Vantage craue my company.</l>
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