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The second Part of King Henry the Fourth. 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
Scena Quarta. [Act 5, Scene 4] Enter Hostesse Quickly, Dol Teare‑Sheete, and Beadles. Hostesse.

No, thou arrant knaue: I would I might dy,

that I might haue thee hang'd: Thou hast drawne my

shoulder out of ioynt.

Off.

The Constables haue deliuer'd her ouer to mee:

[3075]

and shee shall haue Whipping cheere enough, I warrant

her. There hath beene a man or two (lately) kill'd about

her.

Dol.

Nut‑hooke, nut‑hooke, you Lye: Come on, Ile

tell thee what, thou damn'd Tripe‑visag'd Rascall, if the

[3080]

Childe I now go with, do miscarrie, thou had'st better

thou had'st strooke thy Mother, thou Paper‑fac'd Vil­

laine.

Host.

O that Sir Iohn were come, hee would make

this a bloody day to some body. But I would the Fruite

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of her Wombe might miscarry.

Officer.

If it do, you shall haue a dozen of Cushions

againe, you haue but eleuen now. Come, I charge you

both go with me: for the man is dead, that you and Pi­

stoll beate among you.

Dol.
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Ile tell thee what, thou thin man in a Censor; I

will haue you as soundly swindg'd for this, you blew‑

Bottel'd Rogue: you filthy famish'd Correctioner, if you

be not swing'd, Ile forsweare halfe Kittles.

Off.

Come, come, you shee‑Knight‑arrant, come.

Host.
[3095]

O, that right should thus o'recome might. Wel

of sufferance, comes ease.

Dol. Come you Rogue, come: Bring me to a Iustice. Host.

Yes, come you staru'd Blood‑hound.

Dol.
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Goodman death, goodman Bones.

Host.

Thou Anatomy, thou.

Dol. Come you thinue Thing: Come you Rascall. Off.

Very well.

Exeunt.

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Scena Quinta. [Act 5, Scene 5] Enter two Groomes. 1. Groo.
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More Rushes, more Rushes.

2. Groo.

The Trumpets haue sounded twice.

1. Groo.

It will be two of the Clocke, ere they come

from the Coronation.

Exit Groo. Enter Falstaffe, Shallow, Pistoll, Bardolfe, and Page. Faltasse.

Stand heere by me, M. Robert Shallow, I will

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make the King do you Grace. I will leere vpon him, as

he comes by: and do but marke the countenance that hee

will giue me.

Pistol.

Blesse thy Lungs, good Knight.

Falst.

Come heere Pistol, stand behind me. O if I had

[3115]

had time to haue made new Liueries, I would haue be­

stowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But it is

no matter, this poore shew doth better: this doth inferre

the zeale I had to see him.

Shal.

It doth so.

Falst.
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It shewes my earnestnesse in affection.

Pist.

It doth so.

Fal.

My deuotion.

Pist.

It doth, doth, it doth.

Fal. As it were, to ride day and night,
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And not to deliberate, not to remember, Not to haue patience to shift me.
Shal.

It is most certaine.

Fal.

But to stand stained with Trauaile, and sweating

with desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting

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all affayres in obliuion, as if there were nothing els to bee

done, but to see him.

Pist.

'Tis semper idem: for obsque hoc nibile est. 'Tis all

in every part.

Shal.

'Tis so indeed.

Pist.
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My Knight, I will enflame thy Noble Liuer, and

make thee rage, Thy Dol, and Helen of thy noble thoghts

is in base Durance, and contagious prison: Hall'd thi­

ther by most Mechanicall and durty hand. Rowze vppe

Reuenge from Ebon den, with fell Alecto's Snake, for

[3140]

Dol is in. Pistol, speakes nought but troth.

Fal.

I will deliuer her.

Pistol.

There roar'd the Sea: and Trumpet Clangour

sounds.

The Trumpets sound. Enter King Henrie the Fift, Brothers, Lord Chiefe Iustice. Falst.

Saue thy Grace, King Hall, my Royall Hall.

Pist.
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The heauens thee guard, and keepe, most royall

Impe of Fame.

Fal.

'Saue thee my sweet Boy.

King.

My Lord Chiefe Iustice, speake to that vaine

man.

Ch. Iust.
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Haue you your wits? Know you what 'tis you speake?
Falst.

My King, my Ioue; I speake to thee, my heart.

King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy Prayers: How ill white haires become a Foole, and Iester? I haue

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Scena Quinta. [Act 5, Scene 5] Enter two Groomes. 1. Groo.
[3105]

More Rushes, more Rushes.

2. Groo.

The Trumpets haue sounded twice.

1. Groo.

It will be two of the Clocke, ere they come

from the Coronation.

Exit Groo. Enter Falstaffe, Shallow, Pistoll, Bardolfe, and Page. Faltasse.

Stand heere by me, M. Robert Shallow, I will

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make the King do you Grace. I will leere vpon him, as

he comes by: and do but marke the countenance that hee

will giue me.

Pistol.

Blesse thy Lungs, good Knight.

Falst.

Come heere Pistol, stand behind me. O if I had

[3115]

had time to haue made new Liueries, I would haue be­

stowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But it is

no matter, this poore shew doth better: this doth inferre

the zeale I had to see him.

Shal.

It doth so.

Falst.
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It shewes my earnestnesse in affection.

Pist.

It doth so.

Fal.

My deuotion.

Pist.

It doth, doth, it doth.

Fal. As it were, to ride day and night,
[3125]
And not to deliberate, not to remember, Not to haue patience to shift me.
Shal.

It is most certaine.

Fal.

But to stand stained with Trauaile, and sweating

with desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting

[3130]

all affayres in obliuion, as if there were nothing els to bee

done, but to see him.

Pist.

'Tis semper idem: for obsque hoc nibile est. 'Tis all

in every part.

Shal.

'Tis so indeed.

Pist.
[3135]

My Knight, I will enflame thy Noble Liuer, and

make thee rage, Thy Dol, and Helen of thy noble thoghts

is in base Durance, and contagious prison: Hall'd thi­

ther by most Mechanicall and durty hand. Rowze vppe

Reuenge from Ebon den, with fell Alecto's Snake, for

[3140]

Dol is in. Pistol, speakes nought but troth.

Fal.

I will deliuer her.

Pistol.

There roar'd the Sea: and Trumpet Clangour

sounds.

The Trumpets sound. Enter King Henrie the Fift, Brothers, Lord Chiefe Iustice. Falst.

Saue thy Grace, King Hall, my Royall Hall.

Pist.
[3145]

The heauens thee guard, and keepe, most royall

Impe of Fame.

Fal.

'Saue thee my sweet Boy.

King.

My Lord Chiefe Iustice, speake to that vaine

man.

Ch. Iust.
[3150]
Haue you your wits? Know you what 'tis you speake?
Falst.

My King, my Ioue; I speake to thee, my heart.

King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy Prayers: How ill white haires become a Foole, and Iester?
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I haue long dream'd of such a kinde of man, So surfeit‑swell'd, so old, and so prophane: But being awake, I do despise my dreame. Make lesse thy body (hence) and more thy Grace, Leaue gourmandizing; Know the Graue doth gape
[3160]
For thee, thrice wider then for other men. Reply not to me, with a Foole‑borne Iest, Presume not, that I am the thing I was, For heauen doth know (so shall the world perceiue) That I haue turn'd away my former Selfe,
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So will I those that kept me Companie. When thou dost heare I am, as I haue bin, Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou was't The Tutor and the Feeder of my Riots: Till then, I banish thee, on paine of death,
[3170]
As I haue done the rest of my Misleaders, Not to come neere our Person, by ten mile. For competence of life, I will allow you, That lacke of meanes enforce you not to euill: And as we heare you do reforme your selues,
[3175]
We will according to your strength, and qualities, Giue you aduancement. Be it your charge (my Lord) To see perform'd the tenure of our word. Set on.
Exit King. Fal.

Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.

Shal.

I marry Sir Iohn, which I beseech you to let me

[3180]

haue home with me.

Fal.

That can hardly be, M. Shallow, do not you grieue

at this: I shall be sent for in priuate to him: Looke you,

he must seeme thus to the world: feare not your aduance­

ment: I will be the man yet, that shall make you great.

Shal.
[3185]

I cannot well perceiue how, vnlesse you should

giue me your Doublet, and stuffe me out with straw. I

beseech you, good Sir Iohn, let mee haue fiue hundred of

my thousand.

Fal.

Sir, I will be as good as my word. This that you

[3190]

heard, was but a colour.

Shall.

A colour I feare, that you will dye, in Sir Iohn.

Fal. Feare no colours, go with me to dinner: Come Lieutenant Pistoll, come Bardolfe, I shall be sent for soone at night. Ch. Iust.
[3195]
Go carry Sir Iohn Falstaffe to the Fleete, Take all his Company along with him.
Fal.

My Lord, my Lord.

Ch. Iust.

I cannot now speake, I will heare you soone:

Take them away.

Pist.
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Si fortuna me tormento, spera me contento.
Exit. Manet Lancaster and Chiefe Iustice. John. I like this faire proceeding of the Kings: He hath intent his wonted Followers Shall all be very well prouided for: But all are banisht, till their conuersations
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Appeare more wise, and modest to the world.
Ch. Iust.

And so they are.

John. The King hath call'd his Parliament. My Lord. Ch. Iust. He hath. Iohn.
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I will lay oddes, that ere this yeere expire, We beare our Ciuill Swords, and Natiue fire As farre as France. I heare a Bird so sing, Whose Musicke (to my thinking) pleas'd the King. Come, will you hence?
Exeunt
 

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      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <p n="3148">My Lord Chiefe Iustice, speake to that vaine
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   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <l n="3192">Feare no colours, go with me to dinner:</l>
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      <l n="3194">I shall be sent for soone at night.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
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      <l n="3196">Take all his Company along with him.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="3197">My Lord, my Lord.</p>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <p n="3198">I cannot now speake, I will heare you soone:
      <lb n="3199"/>Take them away.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-2h4-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
      <l n="3200">Si fortuna me tormento, spera me contento.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit. Manet Lancaster and Chiefe Iustice.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-joh">
      <speaker rend="italic">John.</speaker>
      <l n="3201">I like this faire proceeding of the Kings:</l>
      <l n="3202">He hath intent his wonted Followers</l>
      <l n="3203">Shall all be very well prouided for:</l>
      <l n="3204">But all are banisht, till their conuersations</l>
      <l n="3205">Appeare more wise, and modest to the world.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <p n="3206">And so they are.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-joh">
      <speaker rend="italic">John.</speaker>
      <l n="3207">The King hath call'd his Parliament.</l>
      <l n="3208">My Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <l n="3209">He hath.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-joh">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
      <l n="3210">I will lay oddes, that ere this yeere expire,</l>
      <l n="3211">We beare our Ciuill Swords, and Natiue fire</l>
      <l n="3212">As farre as France. I heare a Bird so sing,</l>
      <l n="3213">Whose Musicke (to my thinking) pleas'd the King.</l>
      <l n="3214">Come, will you hence?</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
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