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The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.
Scæna Secunda. [Act 2, Scene 2] Enter Prince, Poynes, and Peto. Poines.

Come shelter, shelter, I haue remoued Falstafs

[720]

Horse, and he frets like a gum'd Veluet.

 Prin.

Stand close.

 Enter Falstaffe. Fal.

Poines, Poines, and be hang'd Poines.

Prin.

Peace ye fat‑kidney'd Rascall, what a brawling

dost thou keepe.

 Fal.
[725]

What Poines. Hal?

Prin.

He is walk'd vp to the top of the hill, Ile go seek

him.

 Fal.

I am accurst to rob in that Theefe company: that

Rascall hath remoued my Horse, and tied him I know not

[730]

where. If I trauell but foure foot by the squire further a

foote, I shall breake my winde. Well, I doubt not but

to dye a faire death for all this, if I scape hanging for kil­

ling that Rogue, I haue forsworne his company hourely

any time this two and twenty yeare, & yet I am bewitcht

[735]

with the Rogues company. If the Rascall haue not giuen

me medicines to make me loue him, Ile be hang'd; it could

not be else: I haue drunke Medicines. Poines, Hal, a

Plague vpon you both. Bardolph, Peto: Ile starue ere I

rob a foote further. And 'twere not as good a deede as to

[740]

drinke, to turne True‑man, and to leaue these Rogues, I

am the veriest Varlet that euer chewed with a Tooth.

Eight yards of vneuen ground, is threescore & ten miles

afoot with me: and the stony‑hearted Villaines knowe it

well enough, A plague vpon't, when Theeues cannot be

[745]

true one to another.

They Whistle.

Whew: a plague light vpon you all. Giue my Horse you

Rogues: giue me my Horse, and be hang'd.

 Prin.

Peace ye fat guttes, lye downe, lay thine eare

close to the ground, and list if thou can heare the tread of

[750]

Trauellers.

 Fal.

Haue you any Leauers to lift me vp again being

downe? Ile not beare mine owne flesh so far afoot again,

for all the coine in thy Fathers Exchequer. What a plague

meane ye to colt me thus?

 Prin.
[755]

Thou ly'st, thou art not colted, thou art vncolted.

 Fal.

I prethee good Prince Hal, help me to my horse,

good Kings sonne.

 Prin.

Out you Rogue, shall I be your Ostler?

 Fal.

Go hang thy selfe in thine owne heire‑apparant‑

[760]

Garters: If I be tane, Ile peach for this: and I haue not

Ballads made on all, snd sung to filthy tunes, let a Cup of

Sacke be my poyson: when a iest is so forward, & a foote

too, I hate it.

 Enter Gads‑hill. Gad.

Stand.

 Fal.
[765]

So I do against my will.

 Poin.

O 'tis our Setter, I know his voyce:

Bardolfe, what newes?

Bar.

Case ye, case ye; on with your Vizards, there's

mony of the Kings comming downe the hill, 'tis going

[770]

to the Kings Exchequer.

 Fal.

You lie you rogue, 'tis going to the Kings Tauern.

 Gad.

There's enough to make vs all.

 Fal.

To he be hang'd.

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Prin.

You foure shall front them in the narrow Lane:

[775]

Ned and I, will walke lower; if they scape from your en­

counter, then they light on vs.

 Peto.

But how many be of them?

 Gad.

Some eight or ten.

 Fal.

Will they not rob vs?

 Prin.
[780]

What, a Coward Sir Iohn Paunch?

Fal.

Indeed I am not Iohn of Gaunt your Grandfather;

but yet no Coward, Hal.

Prin.

Wee'l leaue that to the proofe.

 Poin.

Sirra Iacke, thy horse stands behinde the hedg,

[785]

when tho u need'st him, there thou shalt finde him. Fare­

well, and stand fast.

 Fal.

Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hang'd.

 Prin.

Ned, where are our disguises?

Poin.

Heere hard by: Stand close.

 Fal.
[790]

Now my Masters, happy man be his dole, say I:

euery man to his businesse.

 Enter Trauellers. Tra.

Come Neighbor: the boy shall leade our Horses

downe the hill: Wee'l walke a‑foot a while, and ease our

Legges.

 Theeues.
[795]

Stay.

 Tra.

Iesu blesse vs.

 Fal.

Strike: down with them, cut the villains throats;

a whorson Caterpillars: Bacon‑fed Knaues, they hate vs

youth; downe with them, fleece them.

 Tra.
[800]

O, we are vndone, both we and ours for euer.

 Fal.

Hang ye gorbellied knaues, are you vndone? No

ye Fat Chuffes, I would your store were heere. On Ba­

cons, on, what ye knaues? Yong men must liue, you are

Grand Iurers, are ye? Wee'l iure ye ifaith.

 Heere they rob them, and binde them. Enter the Prince and Poines. Prin.
[805]

The Theeues haue bound the True‑men: Now

could thou and I rob the Theeues, and go merily to Lon­

don, it would be argument for a Weeke, Laughter for a

Moneth, and a good iest for euer.

 Poynes.

Stand close, I heare them comming.

 Enter Theeues againe. Fal.
[810]

Come my Masters, let vs share, and then to horsse

before day: and the Prince and Poynes bee not two ar­

rand Cowards, there's no equity stirring. There's no moe

valour in that Poynes, than in a wilde Ducke.

 Prin.

Your money.

 Poi n.
[815]

Villaines.

 As they are sharing, the Prince and Poynes set upon them. They all run away, leauing the booty behind them. Prince.

Got with much ease. Now merrily to Horse:

The Theeues are scattred, and possest with fear so strong­

ly, that they dare not meet each other: each takes his fel­

low for an Officer. Away good Ned, Falstaffe sweates to

[820]

death, and Lards the leane earth as he walkes along: wer't

not for laughing, I should pitty him.

 Poin.

How the Rogue roar'd.

 Exeunt.
Scœna Tertia. [Act 2, Scene 3] Enter Hotspurre solus, reading a Letter.

But for mine owne part, my Lord, I could bee well contented to

be there, in respect of the loue I beare your house.

He

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Scæna Secunda. [Act 2, Scene 2] Enter Prince, Poynes, and Peto. Poines.

Come shelter, shelter, I haue remoued Falstafs

[720]

Horse, and he frets like a gum'd Veluet.

 Prin.

Stand close.

 Enter Falstaffe. Fal.

Poines, Poines, and be hang'd Poines.

Prin.

Peace ye fat‑kidney'd Rascall, what a brawling

dost thou keepe.

 Fal.
[725]

What Poines. Hal?

Prin.

He is walk'd vp to the top of the hill, Ile go seek

him.

 Fal.

I am accurst to rob in that Theefe company: that

Rascall hath remoued my Horse, and tied him I know not

[730]

where. If I trauell but foure foot by the squire further a

foote, I shall breake my winde. Well, I doubt not but

to dye a faire death for all this, if I scape hanging for kil­

ling that Rogue, I haue forsworne his company hourely

any time this two and twenty yeare, & yet I am bewitcht

[735]

with the Rogues company. If the Rascall haue not giuen

me medicines to make me loue him, Ile be hang'd; it could

not be else: I haue drunke Medicines. Poines, Hal, a

Plague vpon you both. Bardolph, Peto: Ile starue ere I

rob a foote further. And 'twere not as good a deede as to

[740]

drinke, to turne True‑man, and to leaue these Rogues, I

am the veriest Varlet that euer chewed with a Tooth.

Eight yards of vneuen ground, is threescore & ten miles

afoot with me: and the stony‑hearted Villaines knowe it

well enough, A plague vpon't, when Theeues cannot be

[745]

true one to another.

They Whistle.

Whew: a plague light vpon you all. Giue my Horse you

Rogues: giue me my Horse, and be hang'd.

 Prin.

Peace ye fat guttes, lye downe, lay thine eare

close to the ground, and list if thou can heare the tread of

[750]

Trauellers.

 Fal.

Haue you any Leauers to lift me vp again being

downe? Ile not beare mine owne flesh so far afoot again,

for all the coine in thy Fathers Exchequer. What a plague

meane ye to colt me thus?

 Prin.
[755]

Thou ly'st, thou art not colted, thou art vncolted.

 Fal.

I prethee good Prince Hal, help me to my horse,

good Kings sonne.

 Prin.

Out you Rogue, shall I be your Ostler?

 Fal.

Go hang thy selfe in thine owne heire‑apparant‑

[760]

Garters: If I be tane, Ile peach for this: and I haue not

Ballads made on all, snd sung to filthy tunes, let a Cup of

Sacke be my poyson: when a iest is so forward, & a foote

too, I hate it.

 Enter Gads‑hill. Gad.

Stand.

 Fal.
[765]

So I do against my will.

 Poin.

O 'tis our Setter, I know his voyce:

Bardolfe, what newes?

Bar.

Case ye, case ye; on with your Vizards, there's

mony of the Kings comming downe the hill, 'tis going

[770]

to the Kings Exchequer.

 Fal.

You lie you rogue, 'tis going to the Kings Tauern.

 Gad.

There's enough to make vs all.

 Fal.

To he be hang'd.

Prin.

You foure shall front them in the narrow Lane:

[775]

Ned and I, will walke lower; if they scape from your en­

counter, then they light on vs.

 Peto.

But how many be of them?

 Gad.

Some eight or ten.

 Fal.

Will they not rob vs?

 Prin.
[780]

What, a Coward Sir Iohn Paunch?

Fal.

Indeed I am not Iohn of Gaunt your Grandfather;

but yet no Coward, Hal.

Prin.

Wee'l leaue that to the proofe.

 Poin.

Sirra Iacke, thy horse stands behinde the hedg,

[785]

when tho u need'st him, there thou shalt finde him. Fare­

well, and stand fast.

 Fal.

Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hang'd.

 Prin.

Ned, where are our disguises?

Poin.

Heere hard by: Stand close.

 Fal.
[790]

Now my Masters, happy man be his dole, say I:

euery man to his businesse.

 Enter Trauellers. Tra.

Come Neighbor: the boy shall leade our Horses

downe the hill: Wee'l walke a‑foot a while, and ease our

Legges.

 Theeues.
[795]

Stay.

 Tra.

Iesu blesse vs.

 Fal.

Strike: down with them, cut the villains throats;

a whorson Caterpillars: Bacon‑fed Knaues, they hate vs

youth; downe with them, fleece them.

 Tra.
[800]

O, we are vndone, both we and ours for euer.

 Fal.

Hang ye gorbellied knaues, are you vndone? No

ye Fat Chuffes, I would your store were heere. On Ba­

cons, on, what ye knaues? Yong men must liue, you are

Grand Iurers, are ye? Wee'l iure ye ifaith.

 Heere they rob them, and binde them. Enter the Prince and Poines. Prin.
[805]

The Theeues haue bound the True‑men: Now

could thou and I rob the Theeues, and go merily to Lon­

don, it would be argument for a Weeke, Laughter for a

Moneth, and a good iest for euer.

 Poynes.

Stand close, I heare them comming.

 Enter Theeues againe. Fal.
[810]

Come my Masters, let vs share, and then to horsse

before day: and the Prince and Poynes bee not two ar­

rand Cowards, there's no equity stirring. There's no moe

valour in that Poynes, than in a wilde Ducke.

 Prin.

Your money.

 Poi n.
[815]

Villaines.

 As they are sharing, the Prince and Poynes set upon them. They all run away, leauing the booty behind them. Prince.

Got with much ease. Now merrily to Horse:

The Theeues are scattred, and possest with fear so strong­

ly, that they dare not meet each other: each takes his fel­

low for an Officer. Away good Ned, Falstaffe sweates to

[820]

death, and Lards the leane earth as he walkes along: wer't

not for laughing, I should pitty him.

 Poin.

How the Rogue roar'd.

 Exeunt.
 

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         <hi rend="italic">Ned</hi>, where are our disguises?</p>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
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      <lb n="798"/>a whorson Caterpillars: Bacon‑fed Knaues, they hate vs
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-tra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tra.</speaker>
      <p n="800">O, we are vndone, both we and ours for euer.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="801">Hang ye gorbellied knaues, are you vndone? No
      <lb n="802"/>ye Fat Chuffes, I would your store were heere. On Ba­
      <lb n="803"/>cons, on, what ye knaues? Yong men must liue, you are
      <lb n="804"/>Grand Iurers, are ye? Wee'l iure ye ifaith.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">Heere they rob them, and binde them. Enter the
      <lb/>Prince and Poines.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="805">The Theeues haue bound the True‑men: Now
      <lb n="806"/>could thou and I rob the Theeues, and go merily to Lon­
      <lb n="807"/>don,<c rend="inverted">i</c>t would be argument for a Weeke, Laughter for a
      <lb n="808"/>Moneth, and a good iest for euer.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poynes.</speaker>
      <p n="809">Stand close, I heare them comming.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Theeues againe.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="810">Come my Masters, let vs share, and then to horsse
      <lb n="811"/>before day: and the Prince and Poynes bee not two ar­
      <lb n="812"/>rand Cowards, there's no equity stirring. There's no moe
      <lb n="813"/>valour in that Poynes, than in a wilde Ducke.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <p n="814">Your money.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poi<c rend="roman">n</c>.</speaker>
      <p n="815">Villaines.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">As they are sharing, the<hi rend="roman">Prince</hi>and<hi rend="roman">Poynes</hi>set upon them.
      <lb/>They all run away, leauing the booty behind them.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <p n="816">Got with much ease. Now merrily to Horse:
      <lb n="817"/>The Theeues are scattred, and possest with fear so strong­
      <lb n="818"/>ly, that they dare not meet each other: each takes his fel­
      <lb n="819"/>low for an Officer. Away good<hi rend="italic">Ned, Falstaffe</hi>sweates to
      <lb n="820"/>death, and Lards the leane earth as he walkes along: wer't
      <lb n="821"/>not for laughing, I should pitty him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-poi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Poin.</speaker>
      <p n="822">How the Rogue roar'd.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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