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The second Part of King Henry the Fourth. That the great Body of our state may go In equall ranke, with the best gouern'd Nation,
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That Warre, or Peace, or both at once may be As things acquainted and familiar to vs, In which you (Father) shall haue formost hand. Our Coronation done, we will accite (As I before remembred) all our state,
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And heauen (consigning to my good intents) No Prince, nor Peere, shall haue iust cause to say, Heauen shorten Harries happy life, one day.
Exeunt.
Scena Tertia. [Act 5, Scene 3] Enter Falstaffe, Shallow, Silence, Bardolfe, Page, and Pistoll. Shal

Nay, you shall see mine Orchard: where, in an

Arbor we will eate a last yeares Pippin of my owne graft­

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ting, with a dish of Carrawayes, and so forth(Come Co­

sin Silence, and then to bed.

Fal.

You haue heere a goodly dwelling, and a rich.

Shal.

Barren, barren, barren: Beggers all, beggers all

Sir Iohn: Marry, good ayre. Spread Dauy, spread Dauie:

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Well said Dauie.

Falst.

This Dauie serues you for good vses; he is your

Seruingman, and your Husband.

Shal.

A good Varlet, a good Varlet, a very good Var­

let, Sir Iohn: I haue drunke too much Sacke at Supper. A

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good Varlet. Now sit downe, now sit downe: Come

Cosin.

Sil.

Ah sirra (quoth‑a) we shall doe nothing but eate,

and make good cheere, and praise heauen for the merrie

yeere: when flesh is cheape, and Females deere, and lustie

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Lads rome heere, and there: so merrily, and euer among

so merrily.

Fal.

There's a merry heart, good M. Silence, Ile giue

you a health for that anon.

Shal.

Good M. Bardolfe: some wine, Dauie.

Da.
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Sweet sir, sit: He be with you anon: most sweete

sir, sit. Master Page, good M. Page, sit: Proface. What

you want in meate, wee'l haue in drinke: but you beare,

the heart's all.

Shal.

Be merry M. Bardolfe, and my little Souldiour

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there, be merry.

Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife ha's all. For women are Shrewes, both short and tall: 'Tis merry in Hall, when Beards wagge all; And welcome merry Shrouetide. Be merry, be merry. Fal.
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I did not thinke M. Silence had bin a man of this

Mettle.

Sil.

Who I ? I haue beene merry twice and once, ere

now.

Dauy.

There is a dish of Lether‑coats for you.

Shal.
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Dauie.

Dau.

Your Worship: Ile be with you straight. A cup

of Wine, sir?

Sil.

A Cup of Wine, that's briske and fine, & drinke

vnto the Leman mine: and a merry heart liues long‑a.

Fal.
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Well said, M. Silence.

Sil.

If we shall be merry, now comes in the sweete of

the night.

Fal.

Health, and long life to you, M. Silence.

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Sil.

Fill the Cuppe, and let it come. Ile pledge you a

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mile to the bottome.

Shal.

Honest Bardolfe, welcome: If thou want'st any

thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. Welcome my

little tyne theefe, and welcome indeed too: Ile drinke to

M. Bardolfe, and to all the Cauileroes about London.

Dau.
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I hope to see London, once ere I die.

Bar.

If I might see you there, Dauie.

Shal.

You'l cracke a quart together ? Ha, will you not

M. Bardolfe?

Bar.

Yes Sir, in a pottle pot.

Shal.
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I thanke thee: the knaue will sticke by thee, I

can assure thee that. He will not out, he is true bred.

Bar.

And Ile sticke by him, sir.

Shal.

Why there spoke a King: lack nothing, be merry.

Looke, who's at doore there, ho: who knockes?

Fal
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Why now you haue done me right.

Sil.

Do me right, and dub me Knight, Samingo. Is't

not so?

Fal.

'Tis so.

Sil.

Is't so? Why then say an old man can do somwhat.

Dau.
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If it please your Worshippe, there's one Pistoll

come from the Court with newes.

Fal.

From the Court? Let him come in.

Enter Pistoll.

How now Pistoll?

Pist.

Sir Iohn, 'saue you sir.

Fal.
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What winde blew you hither, Pistoll?

Pist.

Not the ill winde which blowes none to good,

sweet Knight: Thou art now one of the greatest men in

the Realme.

Sil.

Indeed, I thinke he bee, but Goodman Puffe of

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Barson.

Pist.

Puffe? puffe in thy teeth, most recreant Coward

base. Sir Iohn, I am thy Pistoll, and thy Friend: helter

skelter haue I rode to thee, and tydings do I bring, and

luckie ioyes, and golden Times, and happie Newes of

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price.

Fal.

I prethee now deliuer them, like a man of this

World.

Pist.

A footra for the World, and Worldlings base,

I speake of Affrica, and Golden ioyes.

Fal.
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O base Assyrian Knight, what is thy newes?

Let King Couitha know the truth thereof.

Sil.

And Robin‑hood, Scarlet, and Iohn.

Pist. Shall dunghill Curres confront the Hellicons? And shall good newes be baffel'd?
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Then Pistoll lay thy head in Furies lappe.
Shal. Honest Gentleman, I know not your breeding. Pist Why then Lament therefore. Shal. Giue me pardon, Sir.
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If sir, you come with news from the Court, I take it, there

is but two wayes, either to vtter them, or to conceale

them, I am Sir, vnder the King, in some Authority,

Pist. Vnder which King? Bezonian, speake, or dye. Shal.
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Vnder King Harry.
Pist. Harry the Fourth? or Fift? Shal. Harry the fourth. Pist. A footra for thine Office. Sir Iohn, thy tender Lamb‑kinne, now is King,
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Harry the Fift's the man, I speake the truth. When Pistoll lyes, do this, and figge‑me, like The bragging Spaniard,
Fal.

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Scena Tertia. [Act 5, Scene 3] Enter Falstaffe, Shallow, Silence, Bardolfe, Page, and Pistoll. Shal

Nay, you shall see mine Orchard: where, in an

Arbor we will eate a last yeares Pippin of my owne graft­

[2940]

ting, with a dish of Carrawayes, and so forth(Come Co­

sin Silence, and then to bed.

Fal.

You haue heere a goodly dwelling, and a rich.

Shal.

Barren, barren, barren: Beggers all, beggers all

Sir Iohn: Marry, good ayre. Spread Dauy, spread Dauie:

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Well said Dauie.

Falst.

This Dauie serues you for good vses; he is your

Seruingman, and your Husband.

Shal.

A good Varlet, a good Varlet, a very good Var­

let, Sir Iohn: I haue drunke too much Sacke at Supper. A

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good Varlet. Now sit downe, now sit downe: Come

Cosin.

Sil.

Ah sirra (quoth‑a) we shall doe nothing but eate,

and make good cheere, and praise heauen for the merrie

yeere: when flesh is cheape, and Females deere, and lustie

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Lads rome heere, and there: so merrily, and euer among

so merrily.

Fal.

There's a merry heart, good M. Silence, Ile giue

you a health for that anon.

Shal.

Good M. Bardolfe: some wine, Dauie.

Da.
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Sweet sir, sit: He be with you anon: most sweete

sir, sit. Master Page, good M. Page, sit: Proface. What

you want in meate, wee'l haue in drinke: but you beare,

the heart's all.

Shal.

Be merry M. Bardolfe, and my little Souldiour

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there, be merry.

Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife ha's all. For women are Shrewes, both short and tall: 'Tis merry in Hall, when Beards wagge all; And welcome merry Shrouetide. Be merry, be merry. Fal.
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I did not thinke M. Silence had bin a man of this

Mettle.

Sil.

Who I ? I haue beene merry twice and once, ere

now.

Dauy.

There is a dish of Lether‑coats for you.

Shal.
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Dauie.

Dau.

Your Worship: Ile be with you straight. A cup

of Wine, sir?

Sil.

A Cup of Wine, that's briske and fine, & drinke

vnto the Leman mine: and a merry heart liues long‑a.

Fal.
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Well said, M. Silence.

Sil.

If we shall be merry, now comes in the sweete of

the night.

Fal.

Health, and long life to you, M. Silence.

Sil.

Fill the Cuppe, and let it come. Ile pledge you a

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mile to the bottome.

Shal.

Honest Bardolfe, welcome: If thou want'st any

thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. Welcome my

little tyne theefe, and welcome indeed too: Ile drinke to

M. Bardolfe, and to all the Cauileroes about London.

Dau.
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I hope to see London, once ere I die.

Bar.

If I might see you there, Dauie.

Shal.

You'l cracke a quart together ? Ha, will you not

M. Bardolfe?

Bar.

Yes Sir, in a pottle pot.

Shal.
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I thanke thee: the knaue will sticke by thee, I

can assure thee that. He will not out, he is true bred.

Bar.

And Ile sticke by him, sir.

Shal.

Why there spoke a King: lack nothing, be merry.

Looke, who's at doore there, ho: who knockes?

Fal
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Why now you haue done me right.

Sil.

Do me right, and dub me Knight, Samingo. Is't

not so?

Fal.

'Tis so.

Sil.

Is't so? Why then say an old man can do somwhat.

Dau.
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If it please your Worshippe, there's one Pistoll

come from the Court with newes.

Fal.

From the Court? Let him come in.

Enter Pistoll.

How now Pistoll?

Pist.

Sir Iohn, 'saue you sir.

Fal.
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What winde blew you hither, Pistoll?

Pist.

Not the ill winde which blowes none to good,

sweet Knight: Thou art now one of the greatest men in

the Realme.

Sil.

Indeed, I thinke he bee, but Goodman Puffe of

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Barson.

Pist.

Puffe? puffe in thy teeth, most recreant Coward

base. Sir Iohn, I am thy Pistoll, and thy Friend: helter

skelter haue I rode to thee, and tydings do I bring, and

luckie ioyes, and golden Times, and happie Newes of

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price.

Fal.

I prethee now deliuer them, like a man of this

World.

Pist.

A footra for the World, and Worldlings base,

I speake of Affrica, and Golden ioyes.

Fal.
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O base Assyrian Knight, what is thy newes?

Let King Couitha know the truth thereof.

Sil.

And Robin‑hood, Scarlet, and Iohn.

Pist. Shall dunghill Curres confront the Hellicons? And shall good newes be baffel'd?
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Then Pistoll lay thy head in Furies lappe.
Shal. Honest Gentleman, I know not your breeding. Pist Why then Lament therefore. Shal. Giue me pardon, Sir.
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If sir, you come with news from the Court, I take it, there

is but two wayes, either to vtter them, or to conceale

them, I am Sir, vnder the King, in some Authority,

Pist. Vnder which King? Bezonian, speake, or dye. Shal.
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Vnder King Harry.
Pist. Harry the Fourth? or Fift? Shal. Harry the fourth. Pist. A footra for thine Office. Sir Iohn, thy tender Lamb‑kinne, now is King,
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Harry the Fift's the man, I speake the truth. When Pistoll lyes, do this, and figge‑me, like The bragging Spaniard,
Fal. What, is the old King dead? Pist. As naile in doore.
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The things I speake, are iust.
Fal. Away Bardolfe, Sadle my Horse, Master Robert Shallow, choose what Office thou wilt In the Land, 'tis thine. Pistol, I will double charge thee With Dignities. Bard.
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O ioyfull day: I would not take a Knighthood for my Fortune.
Pist. What? I do bring good newes. Fal.

Carrie Master Silence to bed: Master Shallow, my

Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am Fortunes Steward.

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Get on thy Boots, wee'l ride all night. Oh sweet Pistoll:

Away Bardolfe: Come Pistoll, vtter more to mee: and

withall deuise something to do thy selfe good. Boote,

boote Master Shallow, I know the young King is sick for

mee. Let vs take any mans Horsses: The Lawes of Eng­

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land are at my command'ment. Happie are they, which

haue beene my Friendes: and woe vnto my Lord Chiefe

Iustice.

Pist. Let Vultures vil'de seize on his Lungs also: Where is the life that late I led, say they?
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Why heere it is, welcome those pleasant dayes.
Exeunt
 

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   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="2970">I did not thinke M.<hi rend="italic">Silence</hi>had bin a man of this
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   <sp who="#F-2h4-sil">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="2972">Who I<c rend="italic">?</c>I haue beene merry twice and once, ere
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   <sp who="#F-2h4-dav">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dauy.</speaker>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
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   <sp who="#F-2h4-dav">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dau.</speaker>
      <p n="2976">Your Worship: Ile be with you straight. A cup
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      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="2981">If we shall be merry, now comes in the sweete of
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   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="2983">Health, and long life to you, M.<hi rend="italic">Silence</hi>.</p>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="2986">Honest<hi rend="italic">Bardolfe</hi>, welcome: If thou want'st any
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      <p n="2990">I hope to see London, once ere I die.</p>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bar.</speaker>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Fal</speaker>
      <p n="3000">Why now you haue done me right.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-2h4-sil">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="3001">Do me right, and dub me Knight,<hi rend="italic">Samingo</hi>. Is't
      <lb n="3002"/>not so?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="3003">'Tis so.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-sil">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="3004">Is't so? Why then say an old man can do somwhat.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-dav">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dau.</speaker>
      <p n="3005">If it please your Worshippe, there's one<hi rend="italic">Pistoll</hi>
         
      <lb n="3006"/>come from the Court with newes.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="3007">From the Court? Let him come in.</p>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Pistoll.</stage>
      <p n="3008">How now Pistoll?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
      <p n="3009">Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, 'saue you sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="3010">What winde blew you hither, Pistoll?</p>
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   <sp who="#F-2h4-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
      <p n="3011">Not the ill winde which blowes none to good,
      <lb n="3012"/>sweet Knight: Thou art now one of the greatest men in
      <lb n="3013"/>the Realme.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-2h4-sil">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="3014">Indeed, I thinke he bee, but Goodman<hi rend="italic">Puffe</hi>of
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   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
      <p n="3016">Puffe? puffe in thy teeth, most recreant Coward
      <lb n="3017"/>base. Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, I am thy Pistoll, and thy Friend: helter
      <lb n="3018"/>skelter haue I rode to thee, and tydings do I bring, and
      <lb n="3019"/>luckie ioyes, and golden Times, and happie Newes of
      <lb n="3020"/>price.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="3021">I prethee now deliuer them, like a man of this
      <lb n="3022"/>World.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
      <p n="3023">A footra for the World, and Worldlings base,
      <lb n="3024"/>I speake of Affrica, and Golden ioyes.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="3025">O base Assyrian Knight, what is thy newes?
      <lb n="3026"/>Let King<hi rend="italic">Couitha</hi>know the truth thereof.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-sil">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="3027">And Robin‑hood, Scarlet, and Iohn.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
      <l n="3028">Shall dunghill Curres confront the<hi rend="italic">Hellicons</hi>?</l>
      <l n="3029">And shall good newes be baffel'd?</l>
      <l n="3030">Then Pistoll lay thy head in Furies lappe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <l n="3031">Honest Gentleman,</l>
      <l n="3032">I know not your breeding.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist</speaker>
      <l n="3033">Why then Lament therefore.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <l n="3034">Giue me pardon, Sir.</l>
      <p n="3035">If sir, you come with news from the Court, I take it, there
      <lb n="3036"/>is but two wayes, either to vtter them, or to conceale
      <lb n="3037"/>them, I am Sir, vnder the King, in some Authority,</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
      <l n="3038">Vnder which King?</l>
      <l n="3039">
         <hi rend="italic">Bezonian</hi>, speake, or dye.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <l n="3040">Vnder King<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
      <l n="3041">
         <hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>the Fourth? or Fift?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <l n="3042">
         <hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>the fourth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
      <l n="3043">A footra for thine Office.</l>
      <l n="3044">Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, thy tender Lamb‑kinne, now is King,</l>
      <l n="3045">
         <hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>the Fift's the man, I speake the truth.</l>
      <l n="3046">When Pistoll lyes, do this, and figge‑me, like</l>
      <l n="3047">The bragging Spaniard,</l>
   </sp>
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   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <l n="3048">What, is the old King dead?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
      <l n="3049">As naile in doore.</l>
      <l n="3050">The things I speake, are iust.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <l n="3051">Away<hi rend="italic">Bardolfe</hi>, Sadle my Horse,</l>
      <l n="3052">Master<hi rend="italic">Robert Shallow</hi>, choose what Office thou wilt</l>
      <l n="3053">In the Land, 'tis thine.<hi rend="italic">Pistol</hi>, I will double charge thee</l>
      <l n="3054">With Dignities.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <l n="3055">O ioyfull day:</l>
      <l n="3056">I would not take a Knighthood for my Fortune.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
      <l n="3057">What? I do bring good newes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="3058">Carrie Master<hi rend="italic">Silence</hi>to bed: Master<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>, my
      <lb n="3059"/>Lord<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>, be what thou wilt, I am Fortunes Steward.
      <lb n="3060"/>Get on thy Boots, wee'l ride all night. Oh sweet Pistoll:
      <lb n="3061"/>Away<hi rend="italic">Bardolfe:</hi>Come Pistoll, vtter more to mee: and
      <lb n="3062"/>withall deuise something to do thy selfe good. Boote,
      <lb n="3063"/>boote Master<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>, I know the young King is sick for
      <lb n="3064"/>mee. Let vs take any mans Horsses: The Lawes of Eng­
      <lb n="3065"/>land are at my command'ment. Happie are they, which
      <lb n="3066"/>haue beene my Friendes: and woe vnto my Lord Chiefe
      <lb n="3067"/>Iustice.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
      <l n="3068">Let Vultures vil'de seize on his Lungs also:</l>
      <l n="3069">Where is the life that late I led, say they?</l>
      <l n="3070">Why heere it is, welcome those pleasant dayes.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
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