Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act 2, Scene 2
A highway near Gadshill.
- Enter Prince, Peto, and Bardolph, with Poins following just
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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!
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- Coming forward.
- Peace, ye fat-kidney’d rascal! What a brawling dost thou
- Where’s Poins, Hal?
- He is walk’d up to the top of the hill, I’ll go seek him.
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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
- 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.
- So I do, against my will.
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- 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
- 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
- Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hang’d.
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- Ned, where are our disguises?
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- 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.
- 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.
- 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
- 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!
- 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!