Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act 2, Scene 4
Eastcheap. The Boar’s Head Tavern.
- Enter Prince and Poins.
Prince Henry2 - 3
- Ned, prithee come out of that fat room, and lend me thy hand
- to laugh a little.
- Where hast been, Hal?
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- With three or four loggerheads amongst three or four score
- hogsheads. I have sounded the very base-string of humility.
- Sirrah, I am sworn brother to a leash of drawers, and can
- call them all by their christen names, as Tom, Dick, and
- Francis. They take it already upon their salvation, that
- though I be but Prince of Wales, yet I am the king of
- courtesy, and tell me flatly I am no proud Jack like
- Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy (by
- the Lord, so they call me!), and when I am King of England I
- shall command all the good lads in Eastcheap. They call
- drinking deep, dyeing scarlet, and when you breathe in your
- watering, they cry “hem!” and bid you play it off. To
- conclude, I am so good a proficient in one quarter of an
- hour, that I can drink with any tinker in his own language
- during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honor
- that thou wert not with me in this action. But, sweet Ned—to
- sweeten which name of Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of
- sugar, clapp’d even now into my hand by an under-skinker,
- one that never spake other English in his life than “Eight
- shillings and sixpence,” and “You are welcome,” with this
- shrill addition, “Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint of bastard
- in the Half-moon,” or so. But, Ned, to drive away the time
- till Falstaff come, I prithee do thou stand in some by-room,
- while I question my puny drawer to what end he gave me the
- sugar, and do thou never leave calling “Francis,” that his
- tale to me may be nothing but “Anon.” Step aside, and I’ll
- show thee a president.
- Exit Poins.
Poins33 - 34
- Thou art perfect.
Poins36 - 37
- Enter Drawer Francis.
- Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the Pomgarnet, Ralph.
- Come hither, Francis.
- My lord?
- How long hast thou to serve, Francis?
- Forsooth, five years, and as much as to—
Poins44 - 45
- Anon, anon, sir.
Prince Henry47 - 50
- Five year! By’r lady, a long lease for the clinking of
- pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant as to play
- the coward with thy indenture, and show it a fair pair of
- heels and run from it?
Francis51 - 52
- O Lord, sir, I’ll be sworn upon all the books in England, I
- could find in my heart—
Poins53 - 54
- Anon, sir.
- How old art thou, Francis?
- Let me see—about Michaelmas next I shall be—
Poins58 - 59
- Anon, sir. Pray stay a little, my lord.
Prince Henry61 - 62
- Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar thou gavest me,
- ’twas a pennyworth, was’t not?
- O Lord, I would it had been two!
Prince Henry64 - 65
- I will give thee for it a thousand pound. Ask me when thou
- wilt, and thou shalt have it.
Poins66 - 67
- Anon, anon.
Prince Henry69 - 71
- Anon, Francis? No, Francis; but tomorrow, Francis; or,
- Francis, a’ Thursday; or indeed, Francis, when thou wilt.
- But, Francis!
- My lord?
Prince Henry73 - 75
- Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, crystal-button,
- not-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter,
- smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch—
- O Lord, sir, who do you mean?
Prince Henry77 - 79
- Why then your brown bastard is your only drink! For look
- you, Francis, your white canvas doublet will sully. In
- Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much.
- What, sir?
Poins81 - 82
- Away, you rogue, dost thou not hear them call?
- Here they both call him; the drawer stands amazed, not
- knowing which way to go.
- Enter Vintner.
Vintner87 - 91
- What, stand’st thou still, and hear’st such a calling? Look
- to the guests within.
- Exit Francis.
- My lord, old Sir John with half a dozen more are at the
- door, shall I let them in?
Prince Henry92 - 94
- Let them alone awhile, and then open the door.
- Exit Vintner.
Poins95 - 96
- Non, anon, sir.
- Enter Poins.
Prince Henry98 - 99
- Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at the
- door; shall we be merry?
Poins100 - 102
- As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark ye, what cunning
- match have you made with this jest of the drawer? Come,
- what’s the issue?
Prince Henry103 - 107
- I am now of all humors that have show’d themselves humors
- since the old days of goodman Adam to the pupil age of this
- present twelve a’ clock at midnight.
- Enter Francis hurrying across the stage with wine.
- What’s a’ clock, Francis?
- Anon, anon, sir.
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- That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot,
- and yet the son of a woman! His industry is up stairs and
- down stairs, his eloquence the parcel of a reckoning. I am
- not yet of Percy’s mind, the Hotspur of the north, he that
- kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast,
- washes his hands, and says to his wife, “Fie upon this quiet
- life! I want work.” “O my sweet Harry,” says she, “how many
- hast thou kill’d today?” “Give my roan horse a drench,” says
- he, and answers, “Some fourteen,” an hour after; “a trifle,
- a trifle.” I prithee call in Falstaff. I’ll play Percy, and
- that damn’d brawn shall play Dame Mortimer his wife. “Rivo!”
- says the drunkard. Call in ribs, call in tallow.
- Enter Falstaff, Gadshill, Bardolph, and Peto, Francis
- following with wine.
- Welcome, Jack, where hast thou been?
Falstaff125 - 129
- A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too! Marry
- and amen! Give me a cup of sack, boy. Ere I lead this life
- long, I’ll sew nether-stocks, and mend them and foot them
- too. A plague of all cowards! Give me a cup of sack, rogue.
- Is there no virtue extant?
- He drinketh.
Prince Henry131 - 133
- Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter,
- pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the sweet tale of the
- sun’s? If thou didst, then behold that compound.
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- You rogue, here’s lime in this sack too. There is nothing
- but roguery to be found in villainous man, yet a coward is
- worse than a cup of sack with lime in it. A villainous
- coward! Go thy ways, old Jack, die when thou wilt; if
- manhood, good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the
- earth, then am I a shotten herring. There lives not three
- good men unhang’d in England, and one of them is fat and
- grows old, God help the while! A bad world, I say. I would I
- were a weaver, I could sing psalms, or any thing. A plague
- of all cowards, I say still.
- How now, wool-sack, what mutter you?
Falstaff145 - 148
- A king’s son! If I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom with
- a dagger of lath, and drive all thy subjects afore thee like
- a flock of wild geese, I’ll never wear hair on my face more.
- You, Prince of Wales!
- Why, you whoreson round man, what’s the matter?
- Are not you a coward? Answer me to that; and Poins there?
Poins151 - 152
- ’Zounds, ye fat paunch, and ye call me coward, by the Lord,
- I’ll stab thee.
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- I call thee coward! I’ll see thee damn’d ere I call thee
- coward, but I would give a thousand pound I could run as
- fast as thou canst. You are straight enough in the
- shoulders, you care not who sees your back. Call you that
- backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing! Give me
- them that will face me. Give me a cup of sack. I am a rogue
- if I drunk today.
Prince Henry160 - 161
- O villain, thy lips are scarce wip’d since thou drunk’st
Falstaff162 - 164
- All is one for that.
- He drinketh.
- A plague of all cowards, still say I.
- What’s the matter?
Falstaff166 - 167
- What’s the matter! There be four of us here have ta’en a
- thousand pound this day morning.
- Where is it, Jack? Where is it?
Falstaff169 - 170
- Where is it? Taken from us it is: a hundred upon poor four
- of us.
- What, a hundred, man?
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- I am a rogue if I were not at half-sword with a dozen of
- them two hours together. I have scap’d by miracle. I am
- eight times thrust through the doublet, four through the
- hose, my buckler cut through and through, my sword hack’d
- like a hand-saw—ecce signum! I never dealt better since I
- was a man; all would not do. A plague of all cowards! Let
- them speak; if they speak more or less than truth, they are
- villains and the sons of darkness.
- Speak, sirs, how was it?
- We four set upon some dozen—
- Sixteen at least, my lord.
- And bound them.
- No, no, they were not bound.
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- You rogue, they were bound, every man of them, or I am a Jew
- else, a Hebrew Jew.
- As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh men set upon us—
- And unbound the rest, and then come in the other.
- What, fought you with them all?
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- All? I know not what you call all, but if I fought not with
- fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish. If there were not two
- or three and fifty upon poor old Jack, then am I no
- two-legg’d creature.
- Pray God you have not murd’red some of them.
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- Nay, that’s past praying for, I have pepper’d two of them.
- Two I am sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram suits. I
- tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face,
- call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward: here I lay, and
- thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at
- What, four? Thou saidst but two even now.
- Four, Hal, I told thee four.
- Ay, ay, he said four.
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- These four came all afront, and mainly thrust at me. I made
- me no more ado but took all their seven points in my target,
- Seven? Why, there were but four even now.
- In buckram?
- Ay, four, in buckram suits.
- Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else.
- Prithee let him alone, we shall have more anon.
- Dost thou hear me, Hal?
- Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.
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- Do so, for it is worth the list’ning to. These nine in
- buckram that I told thee of—
- So, two more already.
- Their points being broken—
- Down fell their hose.
Falstaff219 - 221
- Began to give me ground; but I follow’d me close, came in,
- foot and hand, and with a thought seven of the eleven I
- O monstrous! Eleven buckram men grown out of two.
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- But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten knaves in
- Kendal green came at my back and let drive at me, for it was
- so dark, Hal, that thou couldest not see thy hand.
Prince Henry226 - 229
- These lies are like their father that begets them, gross as
- a mountain, open, palpable. Why, thou clay-brain’d guts,
- thou knotty-pated fool, thou whoreson, obscene, greasy
Falstaff230 - 231
- What, art thou mad? Art thou mad? Is not the truth the
Prince Henry232 - 234
- Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal green when it
- was so dark thou couldst not see thy hand? Come, tell us
- your reason; what sayest thou to this?
- Come, your reason, Jack, your reason.
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- What, upon compulsion? ’Zounds, and I were at the strappado,
- or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on
- compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion? If reasons were
- as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason
- upon compulsion, I.
Prince Henry241 - 243
- I’ll be no longer guilty of this sin. This sanguine coward,
- this bed-presser, this horse-back-breaker, this huge hill of
Falstaff244 - 247
- ’Sblood, you starveling, you eel-skin, you dried neat’s
- tongue, you bull’s pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to
- utter what is like thee! You tailor’s yard, you sheath, you
- bowcase, you vile standing tuck—
Prince Henry248 - 250
- Well, breathe a while, and then to it again, and when thou
- hast tir’d thyself in base comparisons, hear me speak but
- Mark, Jack.
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- We two saw you four set on four and bound them, and were
- masters of their wealth. Mark now how a plain tale shall put
- you down. Then did we two set on you four, and with a word,
- outfac’d you from your prize, and have it, yea, and can show
- it you here in the house; and, Falstaff, you carried your
- guts away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roar’d for
- mercy, and still run and roar’d, as ever I heard bull-calf.
- What a slave art thou to hack thy sword as thou hast done,
- and then say it was in fight! What trick? What device? What
- starting-hole? Canst thou now find out to hide thee from
- this open and apparent shame?
- Come, let’s hear, Jack, what trick hast thou now?
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- By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye. Why, hear
- you, my masters, was it for me to kill the heir-apparent?
- Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest I am
- as valiant as Hercules; but beware instinct—the lion will
- not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was
- now a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of
- myself, and thee, during my life; I for a valiant lion, and
- thou for a true prince. But by the Lord, lads, I am glad you
- have the money. Hostess, clap to the doors! Watch tonight,
- pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the
- titles of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be
- merry, shall we have a play extempore?
- Content, and the argument shall be thy running away.
- Ah, no more of that, Hal, and thou lovest me!
- Enter Hostess.
- O Jesu, my lord the Prince!
- How now, my lady the hostess! What say’st thou to me?
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- Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at door
- would speak with you. He says he comes from your father.
Prince Henry283 - 284
- Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and send him
- back again to my mother.
- What manner of man is he?
- An old man.
Falstaff287 - 288
- What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Shall I give
- him his answer?
- Prithee do, Jack.
- Faith, and I’ll send him packing.
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- Now, sirs, by’r lady, you fought fair, so did you, Peto, so
- did you, Bardolph. You are lions too, you ran away upon
- instinct, you will not touch the true prince, no, fie!
- Faith, I ran when I saw others run.
Prince Henry296 - 297
- Faith, tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff’s sword so
Peto298 - 300
- Why, he hack’d it with his dagger, and said he would swear
- truth out of England but he would make you believe it was
- done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like.
Bardolph301 - 304
- Yea, and to tickle our noses with speargrass to make them
- bleed, and then to beslubber our garments with it and swear
- it was the blood of true men. I did that I did not this
- seven year before, I blush’d to hear his monstrous devices.
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- O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years ago,
- and wert taken with the manner, and ever since thou hast
- blush’d extempore. Thou hadst fire and sword on thy side,
- and yet thou ran’st away; what instinct hadst thou for it?
Bardolph309 - 310
- My lord, do you see these meteors? Do you behold these
- Pointing to his own face.
- I do.
- What think you they portend?
- Hot livers and cold purses.
- Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.
- Enter Falstaff.
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- No, if rightly taken, halter. Here comes lean Jack, here
- comes bare-bone. How now, my sweet creature of bumbast, how
- long is’t ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee?
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- My own knee? When I was about thy years, Hal, I was not an
- eagle’s talent in the waist, I could have crept into any
- alderman’s thumb-ring. A plague of sighing and grief, it
- blows a man up like a bladder. There’s villainous news
- abroad. Here was Sir John Bracy from your father; you must
- to the court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the
- north, Percy, and he of Wales that gave Amamon the bastinado
- and made Lucifer cuckold and swore the devil his true
- liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh hook—what a plague call
- you him?
- O, Glendower.
Falstaff331 - 333
- Owen, Owen, the same; and his son-in-law Mortimer, and old
- Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas,
- that runs a’ horseback up a hill perpendicular—
Prince Henry334 - 335
- He that rides at high speed and with his pistol kills a
- sparrow flying.
- You have hit it.
- So did he never the sparrow.
- Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him, he will not run.
Prince Henry339 - 340
- Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so for
- A’ horseback, ye cuckoo, but afoot he will not budge a foot.
- Yes, Jack, upon instinct.
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- I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too, and one
- Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more. Worcester is stol’n
- away tonight. Thy father’s beard is turn’d white with the
- news. You may buy land now as cheap as stinking mack’rel.
Prince Henry347 - 349
- Why then, it is like, if there come a hot June and this
- civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maiden-heads as they buy
- hobnails, by the hundreds.
Falstaff350 - 355
- By the mass, lad, thou sayest true, it is like we shall have
- good trading that way. But tell me, Hal, art not thou
- horrible afeard? Thou being heir-apparent, could the world
- pick thee out three such enemies again as that fiend
- Douglas, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art
- thou not horribly afraid? Doth not thy blood thrill at it?
- Not a whit, i’ faith, I lack some of thy instinct.
Falstaff357 - 358
- Well, thou wilt be horribly chid tomorrow when thou comest
- to thy father. If thou love me, practice an answer.
Prince Henry359 - 360
- Do thou stand for my father and examine me upon the
- particulars of my life.
Falstaff361 - 362
- Shall I? Content. This chair shall be my state, this dagger
- my sceptre, and this cushion my crown.
Prince Henry363 - 365
- Thy state is taken for a join’d-stool, thy golden sceptre
- for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich crown for a
- pitiful bald crown!
Falstaff366 - 369
- Well, and the fire of grace be not quite out of thee, now
- shalt thou be mov’d. Give me a cup of sack to make my eyes
- look red, that it may be thought I have wept, for I must
- speak in passion, and I will do it in King Cambyses’ vein.
- Well, here is my leg.
- And here is my speech. Stand aside, nobility.
- O Jesu, this is excellent sport, i’ faith!
- Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.
- O, the father, how he holds his countenance!
Falstaff375 - 376
- For God’s sake, lords, convey my tristful queen,
- For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes.
Hostess377 - 378
- O Jesu, he doth it as like one of these harlotry players as
- ever I see!
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- Peace, good pint-pot, peace, good ticklebrain. Harry, I do
- not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how
- thou art accompanied; for though the camomile, the more it
- is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it
- is wasted, the sooner it wears. That thou art my son I have
- partly thy mother’s word, partly my own opinion, but chiefly
- a villainous trick of thine eye, and a foolish hanging of
- thy nether lip, that doth warrant me. If then thou be son to
- me, here lies the point: why being son to me, art thou so
- pointed at? Shall the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher
- and eat blackberries? A question not to be ask’d. Shall the
- son of England prove a thief and take purses? A question to
- be ask’d. There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often
- heard of, and it is known to many in our land by the name of
- pitch. This pitch (as ancient writers do report) doth
- defile, so doth the company thou keepest; for, Harry, now I
- do not speak to thee in drink, but in tears; not in
- pleasure, but in passion; not in words only, but in woes
- also. And yet there is a virtuous man whom I have often
- noted in thy company, but I know not his name.
- What manner of man, and it like your Majesty?
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- A goodly portly man, i’ faith, and a corpulent, of a
- cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage,
- and as I think, his age some fifty, or, by’r lady, inclining
- to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff.
- If that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for,
- Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be
- known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then
- peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that Falstaff;
- him keep with, the rest banish. And tell me now, thou
- naughty varlet, tell me, where hast thou been this month?
Prince Henry410 - 411
- Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me, and I’ll
- play my father.
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- Depose me? If thou dost it half so gravely, so majestically,
- both in word and matter, hang me up by the heels for a
- rabbit-sucker or a poulter’s hare.
- Well, here I am set.
- And here I stand. Judge, my masters.
- Now, Harry, whence come you?
- My noble lord, from Eastcheap.
- The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.
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- ’Sblood, my lord, they are false.—Nay, I’ll tickle ye for a
- young prince, i’ faith.
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- Swearest thou, ungracious boy? Henceforth ne’er look on me.
- Thou art violently carried away from grace, there is a devil
- haunts thee in the likeness of an old fat man, a tun of man
- is thy companion. Why dost thou converse with that trunk of
- humors, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swoll’n
- parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuff’d
- cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the
- pudding in his belly, that reverent Vice, that grey
- Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? Wherein
- is he good, but to taste sack and drink it? Wherein neat and
- cleanly, but to carve a capon and eat it? Wherein cunning,
- but in craft? Wherein crafty, but in villainy? Wherein
- villainous, but in all things? Wherein worthy, but in
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- I would your Grace would take me with you. Whom means your
Prince Henry438 - 439
- That villainous abominable misleader of youth, Falstaff,
- that old white-bearded Satan.
- My lord, the man I know.
- I know thou dost.
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- But to say I know more harm in him than in myself, were to
- say more than I know. That he is old, the more the pity, his
- white hairs do witness it, but that he is, saving your
- reverence, a whoremaster, that I utterly deny. If sack and
- sugar be a fault, God help the wicked! If to be old and
- merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know is damn’d.
- If to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh’s lean kine are to
- be lov’d. No, my good lord, banish Peto, banish Bardolph,
- banish Poins, but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack
- Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and
- therefore more valiant, being as he is old Jack Falstaff,
- banish not him thy Harry’s company, banish not him thy
- Harry’s company—banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.
- I do, I will.
- A knocking heard.
- Exeunt Hostess, Francis, and Bardolph.
- Enter Bardolph running.
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- O my lord, my lord, the sheriff with a most monstrous watch
- is at the door.
Falstaff461 - 462
- Out, ye rogue, play out the play, I have much to say in the
- behalf of that Falstaff.
- Enter the Hostess.
- O Jesu, my lord, my lord!
Prince Henry465 - 466
- Heigh, heigh! The devil rides upon a fiddlestick. What’s the
Hostess467 - 468
- The sheriff and all the watch are at the door, they are come
- to search the house. Shall I let them in?
Falstaff469 - 470
- Dost thou hear, Hal? Never call a true piece of gold a
- counterfeit. Thou art essentially made, without seeming so.
- And thou a natural coward, without instinct.
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- I deny your major. If you will deny the sheriff, so, if not,
- let him enter. If I become not a cart as well as another
- man, a plague on my bringing up! I hope I shall as soon be
- strangled with a halter as another.
Prince Henry476 - 477
- Go hide thee behind the arras, the rest walk up above. Now,
- my masters, for a true face and good conscience.
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- Both which I have had, but their date is out, and therefore
- I’ll hide me.
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- Call in the sheriff.
- Exeunt all except the Prince and Peto.
- Enter Sheriff and the First Carrier.
- Now, Master Sheriff, what is your will with me?
Sheriff485 - 486
- First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry
- Hath followed certain men unto this house.
- What men?
Sheriff488 - 489
- One of them is well known, my gracious lord,
- A gross fat man.
- As fat as butter.
Prince Henry491 - 497
- The man I do assure you is not here,
- For I myself at this time have employ’d him.
- And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee
- That I will by tomorrow dinner-time
- Send him to answer thee, or any man,
- For any thing he shall be charg’d withal,
- And so let me entreat you leave the house.
Sheriff498 - 499
- I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen
- Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks.
Prince Henry500 - 501
- It may be so. If he have robb’d these men,
- He shall be answerable, and so farewell.
- Good night, my noble lord.
- I think it is good morrow, is it not?
- Indeed, my lord, I think it be two a’ clock.
- Exit with First Carrier.
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- This oily rascal is known as well as Paul’s. Go call him
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- Falstaff!—Fast asleep behind the arras, and snorting like a
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- Hark how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets.
- He searcheth his pocket, and findeth certain papers.
- What hast thou found?
- Nothing but papers, my lord.
- Let’s see what they be. Read them.
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- Item, a capon 2s. 2d.
- Item, sauce 4d.
- Item, sack, two gallons 5s. 8d.
- Item, anchovies and sack after supper 2s. 6d.
- Item, bread ob.
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- O monstrous! But one half-penny-worth of bread to this
- intolerable deal of sack! What there is else, keep close,
- we’ll read it at more advantage. There let him sleep till
- day. I’ll to the court in the morning. We must all to the
- wars, and thy place shall be honorable. I’ll procure this
- fat rogue a charge of foot, and I know his death will be a
- march of twelve score. The money shall be paid back again
- with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning, and so
- good morrow, Pero.
- Good morrow, good my lord.