Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act II, Scene 2
A highway near Gadshill .
- Enter Prince , Peto , and Bardolph , with Poins following just
- behind .
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- Come , shelter , shelter ! I have remov’d Falstaff’s horse , and
- he frets like a gumm’d velvet .
- Stand close .
- They retire .
- Enter Falstaff .
- Poins ! Poins , and be hang’d ! Poins !
Prince Henry5 - 6
- Coming forward .
- Peace , ye fat - kidney’d rascal ! What a brawling dost thou
- keep !
- Where’s Poins , Hal ?
- He is walk’d up to the top of the hill , I’ll go seek him .
- Retires .
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- I am accurs’d to rob in that thieve’s company . The rascal
- hath remov’d my horse , and tied him I know not where . If I
- travel but four foot by the squier further afoot , I shall
- break my wind . Well , I doubt not but to die a fair death for
- all this , if I scape hanging for killing that rogue . I have
- forsworn his company hourly any time this two and twenty
- years , and yet I am bewitch’d with the rogue’s company . If
- the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him ,
- I’ll be hang’d . It could not be else , I have drunk
- medicines . Poins ! Hal ! A plague upon you both ! Bardolph !
- Peto ! I’ll starve ere I’ll rob a foot further . And ’twere
- not as good a deed as drink to turn true man and to leave
- these rogues , I am the veriest varlet that ever chew’d with
- a tooth . Eight yards of uneven ground is threescore and ten
- miles afoot with me , and the stony - hearted villains know it
- well enough . A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true
- one to another !
- They whistle .
- Whew ! A plague upon you all ! Give me my horse , you rogues ,
- give me my horse , and be hang’d !
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- Coming forward .
- Peace , ye fat - guts , lie down . Lay thine ear close to the
- ground , and list if thou canst hear the tread of travelers .
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- Have you any levers to lift me up again , being down ?
- ’Sblood , I’ll not bear my own flesh so far afoot again for
- all the coin in thy father’s exchequer . What a plague mean
- ye to colt me thus ?
- Thou liest , thou art not colted , thou art uncolted .
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- I prithee , good prince — Hal !— help me to my horse , good king’s
- son .
- Out , ye rogue ! Shall I be your ostler ?
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- Hang thyself in thine own heir - apparent garters ! If I be
- ta’en , I’ll peach for this . And I have not ballads made on
- you all and sung to filthy tunes , let a cup of sack be my
- poison . When a jest is so forward , and afoot too ! I hate it .
- Enter Gadshill .
- Stand .
- So I do , against my will .
- Coming forward with Bardolph and Peto .
- O , ’tis our setter , I know his voice .
- What news ?
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- Case ye , case ye , on with your vizards . There’s money of the
- King’s coming down the hill , ’tis going to the King’s
- exchequer .
- You lie , ye rogue , ’tis going to the King’s tavern .
- There’s enough to make us all .
- To be hang’d .
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- Sirs , you four shall front them in the narrow lane ; Ned
- Poins and I will walk lower . If they scape from your
- encounter , then they light on us .
- How many be there of them ?
- Some eight or ten .
- ’Zounds , will they not rob us ?
- What , a coward , Sir John Paunch ?
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- Indeed I am not John of Gaunt , your grandfather , but yet no
- coward , Hal .
- Well , we leave that to the proof .
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- Sirrah Jack , thy horse stands behind the hedge ; when thou
- need’st him , there thou shalt find him . Farewell , and stand
- fast .
- Now cannot I strike him , if I should be hang’d .
- Aside .
- Ned , where are our disguises ?
- Aside .
- Here , hard by . Stand close .
- Exeunt Prince and Poins .
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- Now , my masters , happy man be his dole , say I , every man to
- his business .
- Enter the Travelers .
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- Come , neighbor , the boy shall lead our horses down the hill .
- We’ll walk afoot a while , and ease our legs .
- Stand !
- Jesus bless us !
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- Strike ! Down with them ! Cut the villains’ throats ! Ah ,
- whoreson caterpillars ! Bacon - fed knaves ! They hate us youth .
- Down with them ! Fleece them !
- O , we are undone , both we and ours forever !
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- Hang ye , gorbellied knaves , are ye undone ? No , ye fat
- chuffs , I would your store were here ! On , bacons , on ! What ,
- ye knaves , young men must live ! You are grandjurors , are ye ?
- We’ll jure ye , faith .
- Here they rob them and bind them .
- Exeunt .
- Enter the Prince and Poins in buckram .
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- The thieves have bound the true men . Now could thou and I
- rob the thieves and go merrily to London , it would be
- argument for a week , laughter for a month , and a good jest
- forever .
- Stand close , I hear them coming .
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- Come , my masters , let us share , and then to horse before
- day . And the Prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards ,
- there’s no equity stirring .
- There’s no more valor in that Poins than in a wild duck .
- Your money !
- Villains !
- As they are sharing , the Prince and Poins set upon them ;
- they all run away , and Falstaff , after a blow or two , runs
- away too , leaving the booty behind them .
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- Got with much ease . Now merrily to horse .
- The thieves are all scattered , and possess’d with fear
- So strongly that they dare not meet each other ;
- Each takes his fellow for an officer .
- Away , good Ned . Falstaff sweats to death ,
- And lards the lean earth as he walks along .
- Were’t not for laughing , I should pity him .
- How the fat rogue roar’d !
- Exeunt .