Henry IV, Pt. 2
Act 2, Scene 2
London. Another street.
- Enter the Prince Henry, Poins, with other.
- Before God, I am exceeding weary.
Poins3 - 4
- Is’t come to that? I had thought weariness durst not have
- attach’d one of so high blood.
Prince Henry5 - 7
- Faith, it does me, though it discolors the complexion of my
- greatness to acknowledge it. Doth it not show vildly in me
- to desire small beer?
Poins8 - 9
- Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied as to
- remember so weak a composition.
Prince Henry10 - 25
- Belike then my appetite was not princely got, for, by my
- troth, I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. But
- indeed these humble considerations make me out of love with
- my greatness. What a disgrace is it to me to remember thy
- name, or to know thy face tomorrow, or to take note how many
- pair of silk stockings thou hast, viz., these, and those
- that were thy peach-color’d once, or to bear the inventory
- of thy shirts, as one for superfluity, and another for use!
- But that the tennis-court-keeper knows better than I, for it
- is a low ebb of linen with thee when thou keepest not racket
- there; as thou hast not done a great while, because the rest
- of the low countries have made a shift to eat up thy
- holland. And God knows whether those that bawl out the ruins
- of thy linen shall inherit his kingdom: but the midwives say
- the children are not in the fault, whereupon the world
- increases, and kindreds are mightily strengthen’d.
Poins26 - 29
- How ill it follows, after you have labor’d so hard, you
- should talk so idlely! Tell me how many good young princes
- would do so, their fathers being so sick as yours at this
- time is.
- Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins?
- Yes, faith, and let it be an excellent good thing.
- It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine.
Poins33 - 34
- Go to, I stand the push of your one thing that you will
Prince Henry35 - 38
- Marry, I tell thee it is not meet that I should be sad, now
- my father is sick, albeit I could tell to thee—as to one it
- pleases me, for fault of a better, to call my friend—I could
- be sad, and sad indeed too.
- Very hardly, upon such a subject.
Prince Henry40 - 44
- By this hand, thou thinkest me as far in the devil’s book as
- thou and Falstaff, for obduracy and persistency. Let the end
- try the man. But I tell thee, my heart bleeds inwardly that
- my father is so sick, and keeping such vile company as thou
- art hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow.
- The reason?
- What wouldst thou think of me if I should weep?
- I would think thee a most princely hypocrite.
Prince Henry48 - 52
- It would be every man’s thought, and thou art a blessed
- fellow to think as every man thinks. Never a man’s thought
- in the world keeps the road-way better than thine: every man
- would think me an hypocrite indeed. And what accites your
- most worshipful thought to think so?
Poins53 - 54
- Why, because you have been so lewd and so much engraff’d to
- And to thee.
Poins56 - 60
- By this light, I am well spoke on, I can hear it with mine
- own ears. The worst that they can say of me is that I am a
- second brother, and that I am a proper fellow of my hands,
- and those two things I confess I cannot help. By the mass,
- here comes Bardolph.
- Enter Bardolph and Boy Page.
Prince Henry62 - 64
- And the boy that I gave Falstaff. ’A had him from me
- Christian, and look if the fat villain have not transform’d
- him ape.
- God save your Grace!
- And yours, most noble Bardolph!
Poins67 - 70
- Come, you virtuous ass, you bashful fool, must you be
- blushing? Wherefore blush you now? What a maidenly
- man-at-arms are you become! Is’t such a matter to get a
- pottle-pot’s maidenhead?
Falstaff’s Page71 - 74
- ’A calls me e’en now, my lord, through a red lattice, and I
- could discern no part of his face from the window. At last I
- spied his eyes, and methought he had made two holes in the
- ale-wive’s petticoat and so peep’d through.
- Has not the boy profited?
- Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away!
- Away, you rascally Althaea’s dream, away!
- Instruct us, boy, what dream, boy?
Falstaff’s Page79 - 80
- Marry, my lord, Althaea dreamt she was deliver’d of a
- fire-brand, and therefore I call him her dream.
- A crown’s worth of good interpretation. There ’tis, boy.
Poins82 - 83
- O that this blossom could be kept from cankers! Well, there
- is sixpence to preserve thee.
Bardolph84 - 85
- And you do not make him hang’d among you, the gallows shall
- have wrong.
- And how doth thy master, Bardolph?
Bardolph87 - 88
- Well, my lord. He heard of your Grace’s coming to town.
- There’s a letter for you.
Poins89 - 90
- Deliver’d with good respect. And how doth the Martlemas,
- your master?
- In bodily health, sir.
Poins92 - 93
- Marry, the immortal part needs a physician, but that moves
- not him; though that be sick, it dies not.
Prince Henry94 - 95
- I do allow this wen to be as familiar with me as my dog, and
- he holds his place, for look you how he writes.
- Showing the letter to Poins.
Poins97 - 104
- Reads the superscription.
- “John Falstaff, knight”—Every man must know that, as oft as
- he has occasion to name himself; even like those that are
- kin to the King, for they never prick their finger but they
- say, “There’s some of the King’s blood spilt.” “How comes
- that?” says he, that takes upon him not to conceive. The
- answer is as ready as a borrower’s cap, “I am the King’s
- poor cousin, sir.”
Prince Henry105 - 108
- Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it from
- Japhet. But the letter:
- “Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of the King nearest
- his father, Harry Prince of Wales, greeting.”
- Why, this is a certificate.
Prince Henry110 - 111
- “I will imitate the honorable Romans in brevity.”
- He sure means brevity in breath, short-winded.
Prince Henry113 - 119
- “I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I leave thee. Be
- not too familiar with Poins, for he misuses thy favors so
- much that he swears thou art to marry his sister Nell.
- Repent at idle times as thou mayst, and so farewell.
- Thine, by yea and no, which is as much as to say, as thou
- usest him, Jack Falstaff with my familiars, John with my
- brothers and sisters, and Sir John with all Europe.”
- My lord, I’ll steep this letter in sack and make him eat it.
Prince Henry121 - 122
- That’s to make him eat twenty of his words. But do you use
- me thus, Ned? Must I marry your sister?
- God send the wench no worse fortune! But I never said so.
Prince Henry124 - 126
- Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits
- of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. Is your master
- here in London?
- Yea, my lord.
- Where sups he? Doth the old boar feed in the old frank?
- At the old place, my lord, in Eastcheap.
- What company?
- Ephesians, my lord, of the old church.
- Sup any women with him?
Falstaff’s Page133 - 134
- None, my lord, but old Mistress Quickly and Mistress Doll
- What pagan may that be?
- A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kinswoman of my master’s.
Prince Henry137 - 138
- Even such kin as the parish heckfers are to the town bull.
- Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper?
- I am your shadow, my lord, I’ll follow you.
Prince Henry140 - 141
- Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your master that I
- am yet come to town. There’s for your silence.
- I have no tongue, sir.
- And for mine, sir, I will govern it.
Prince Henry144 - 146
- Fare you well; go.
- Exeunt Bardolph and Page.
- This Doll Tearsheet should be some road.
Poins147 - 148
- I warrant you, as common as the way between Saint Albans and
Prince Henry149 - 150
- How might we see Falstaff bestow himself tonight in his true
- colors, and not ourselves be seen?
Poins151 - 152
- Put on two leathern jerkins and aprons, and wait upon him at
- his table as drawers.
Prince Henry153 - 156
- From a God to a bull? A heavy descension! It was Jove’s
- case. From a prince to a prentice? A low transformation!
- That shall be mine, for in every thing the purpose must
- weigh with the folly. Follow me, Ned.