Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act II, Scene 4
Eastcheap . The Boar’s Head Tavern .
- Enter Prince and Poins .
Prince Henry1 - 2
- Ned , prithee come out of that fat room , and lend me thy hand
- to laugh a little .
- Where hast been , Hal ?
Prince Henry4 - 30
- 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 .
- Within .
- Francis !
- Thou art perfect .
- Within .
- Francis !
- 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 —
- Within .
- Francis !
- Anon , anon , sir .
Prince Henry41 - 44
- 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 ?
Francis45 - 46
- O Lord , sir , I’ll be sworn upon all the books in England , I
- could find in my heart —
- Within .
- Francis !
- Anon , sir .
- How old art thou , Francis ?
- Let me see — about Michaelmas next I shall be —
- Within .
- Francis !
- Anon , sir . Pray stay a little , my lord .
Prince Henry53 - 54
- 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 Henry56 - 57
- I will give thee for it a thousand pound . Ask me when thou
- wilt , and thou shalt have it .
- Within .
- Francis !
- Anon , anon .
Prince Henry60 - 62
- Anon , Francis ? No , Francis ; but tomorrow , Francis ; or ,
- Francis , a’ Thursday ; or indeed , Francis , when thou wilt .
- But , Francis !
- My lord ?
Prince Henry64 - 66
- 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 Henry68 - 70
- 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 ?
- Within .
- Francis !
- 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 .
Vintner74 - 77
- 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 Henry78 - 79
- Let them alone awhile , and then open the door .
- Exit Vintner .
- Poins !
- Within .
- Non , anon , sir .
- Enter Poins .
Prince Henry81 - 82
- Sirrah , Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at the
- door ; shall we be merry ?
Poins83 - 85
- 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 Henry86 - 89
- 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 .
- Exit .
Prince Henry91 - 102
- 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 ?
Falstaff104 - 108
- 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 Henry109 - 111
- 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 .
Falstaff112 - 121
- 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 ?
Falstaff123 - 126
- 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 ?
Poins129 - 130
- ’Zounds , ye fat paunch , and ye call me coward , by the Lord ,
- I’ll stab thee .
Falstaff131 - 137
- 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 Henry138 - 139
- O villain , thy lips are scarce wip’d since thou drunk’st
- last .
Falstaff140 - 141
- All is one for that .
- He drinketh .
- A plague of all cowards , still say I .
- What’s the matter ?
Falstaff143 - 144
- 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 ?
Falstaff146 - 147
- 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 .
Falstaff162 - 163
- 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 ?
Falstaff167 - 170
- 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 .
Falstaff172 - 177
- 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
- me —
- What , four ? Thou saidst but two even now .
- Four , Hal , I told thee four .
- Ay , ay , he said four .
Falstaff181 - 183
- 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 ,
- thus .
- 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 .
Falstaff191 - 192
- 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 .
Falstaff196 - 198
- 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
- paid .
- O monstrous ! Eleven buckram men grown out of two .
Falstaff200 - 202
- 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 Henry203 - 206
- 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
- tallow - catch —
Falstaff207 - 208
- What , art thou mad ? Art thou mad ? Is not the truth the
- truth ?
Prince Henry209 - 211
- 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 .
Falstaff213 - 217
- 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 Henry218 - 220
- I’ll be no longer guilty of this sin . This sanguine coward ,
- this bed - presser , this horse - back - breaker , this huge hill of
- flesh —
Falstaff221 - 224
- ’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 Henry225 - 227
- Well , breathe a while , and then to it again , and when thou
- hast tir’d thyself in base comparisons , hear me speak but
- this —
- 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 ?
Hostess257 - 258
- Marry , my lord , there is a nobleman of the court at door
- would speak with you . He says he comes from your father .
Prince Henry259 - 260
- 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 .
Falstaff263 - 264
- 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 .
- Exit .
Prince Henry267 - 269
- 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 Henry271 - 272
- Faith , tell me now in earnest , how came Falstaff’s sword so
- hack’d ?
Peto273 - 275
- 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 .
Bardolph276 - 279
- 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 .
Prince Henry280 - 283
- 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 ?
Bardolph284 - 285
- My lord , do you see these meteors ? Do you behold these
- exhalations ?
- 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 .
Prince Henry290 - 292
- 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 .
Falstaff304 - 306
- 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 Henry307 - 308
- 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 Henry312 - 313
- Why , what a rascal art thou then , to praise him so for
- running !
- A’ horseback , ye cuckoo , but afoot he will not budge a foot .
- Yes , Jack , upon instinct .
Falstaff316 - 319
- 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 Henry320 - 322
- 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 .
Falstaff323 - 328
- 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 .
Falstaff330 - 331
- Well , thou wilt be horribly chid tomorrow when thou comest
- to thy father . If thou love me , practice an answer .
Prince Henry332 - 333
- Do thou stand for my father and examine me upon the
- particulars of my life .
Falstaff334 - 335
- Shall I ? Content . This chair shall be my state , this dagger
- my sceptre , and this cushion my crown .
Prince Henry336 - 338
- 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 !
Falstaff339 - 342
- 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 !
Falstaff348 - 349
- For God’s sake , lords , convey my tristful queen ,
- For tears do stop the flood - gates of her eyes .
Hostess350 - 351
- O Jesu , he doth it as like one of these harlotry players as
- ever I see !
Falstaff352 - 371
- 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 ?
Falstaff373 - 382
- 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 Henry383 - 384
- Dost thou speak like a king ? Do thou stand for me , and I’ll
- play my father .
Falstaff385 - 387
- 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 .
Falstaff393 - 394
- ’Sblood , my lord , they are false .— Nay , I’ll tickle ye for a
- young prince , i’ faith .
Prince Henry395 - 408
- 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
- nothing ?
Falstaff409 - 410
- I would your Grace would take me with you . Whom means your
- Grace ?
Prince Henry411 - 412
- That villainous abominable misleader of youth , Falstaff ,
- that old white - bearded Satan .
- My lord , the man I know .
- I know thou dost .
Falstaff415 - 427
- 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 .
Bardolph429 - 430
- O my lord , my lord , the sheriff with a most monstrous watch
- is at the door .
Falstaff431 - 432
- 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 Henry434 - 435
- Heigh , heigh ! The devil rides upon a fiddlestick . What’s the
- matter ?
Hostess436 - 437
- The sheriff and all the watch are at the door , they are come
- to search the house . Shall I let them in ?
Falstaff438 - 439
- 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 .
Falstaff441 - 444
- 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 Henry445 - 446
- Go hide thee behind the arras , the rest walk up above . Now ,
- my masters , for a true face and good conscience .
Falstaff447 - 448
- Both which I have had , but their date is out , and therefore
- I’ll hide me .
- Exit .
Prince Henry449 - 450
- 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 ?
Sheriff451 - 452
- First , pardon me , my lord . A hue and cry
- Hath followed certain men unto this house .
- What men ?
Sheriff454 - 455
- One of them is well known , my gracious lord ,
- A gross fat man .
- As fat as butter .
Prince Henry457 - 463
- 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 .
Sheriff464 - 465
- I will , my lord . There are two gentlemen
- Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks .
Prince Henry466 - 467
- 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 .
Prince Henry471 - 472
- This oily rascal is known as well as Paul’s . Go call him
- forth .
Peto473 - 474
- Falstaff !— Fast asleep behind the arras , and snorting like a
- horse .
Prince Henry475 - 476
- 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 .
Peto479 - 483
- Reads .
- 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 .
Prince Henry484 - 492
- 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 .
- Exeunt .