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Henry IV, Pt. 1: Act 2, Scene 2

Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act 2, Scene 2

A highway near Gadshill.

  1. Enter Prince, Peto, and Bardolph, with Poins following just
  2. behind.

Poins

3 - 4
  1. Come, shelter, shelter! I have remov’d Falstaff’s horse, and
  2. he frets like a gumm’d velvet.

Prince Henry

5
  1. Stand close.
  1. They retire.
  1. Enter Falstaff.

Falstaff

8
  1. Poins! Poins, and be hang’d! Poins!

Prince Henry

9 - 11
  1. Coming forward.
  2. Peace, ye fat-kidney’d rascal! What a brawling dost thou
  3. keep!

Falstaff

12
  1. Where’s Poins, Hal?

Prince Henry

13
  1. He is walk’d up to the top of the hill, I’ll go seek him.
  1. Retires.

Falstaff

15 - 34
  1. I am accurs’d to rob in that thieve’s company. The rascal
  2. hath remov’d my horse, and tied him I know not where. If I
  3. travel but four foot by the squier further afoot, I shall
  4. break my wind. Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death for
  5. all this, if I scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have
  6. forsworn his company hourly any time this two and twenty
  7. years, and yet I am bewitch’d with the rogue’s company. If
  8. the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him,
  9. I’ll be hang’d. It could not be else, I have drunk
  10. medicines. Poins! Hal! A plague upon you both! Bardolph!
  11. Peto! I’ll starve ere I’ll rob a foot further. And ’twere
  12. not as good a deed as drink to turn true man and to leave
  13. these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that ever chew’d with
  14. a tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground is threescore and ten
  15. miles afoot with me, and the stony-hearted villains know it
  16. well enough. A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true
  17. one to another!
  18. They whistle.
  19. Whew! A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you rogues,
  20. give me my horse, and be hang’d!

Prince Henry

35 - 37
  1. Coming forward.
  2. Peace, ye fat-guts, lie down. Lay thine ear close to the
  3. ground, and list if thou canst hear the tread of travelers.

Falstaff

38 - 41
  1. Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down?
  2. ’Sblood, I’ll not bear my own flesh so far afoot again for
  3. all the coin in thy father’s exchequer. What a plague mean
  4. ye to colt me thus?

Prince Henry

42
  1. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.

Falstaff

43 - 44
  1. I prithee, good princeHal!—help me to my horse, good king’s
  2. son.

Prince Henry

45
  1. Out, ye rogue! Shall I be your ostler?

Falstaff

46 - 49
  1. Hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent garters! If I be
  2. ta’en, I’ll peach for this. And I have not ballads made on
  3. you all and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my
  4. poison. When a jest is so forward, and afoot too! I hate it.
  1. Enter Gadshill.

Gadshill

51
  1. Stand.

Falstaff

52
  1. So I do, against my will.

Poins

53 - 54
  1. Coming forward with Bardolph and Peto.
  2. O, ’tis our setter, I know his voice.

Bardolph

55
  1. What news?

Gadshill

56 - 58
  1. Case ye, case ye, on with your vizards. There’s money of the
  2. King’s coming down the hill, ’tis going to the King’s
  3. exchequer.

Falstaff

59
  1. You lie, ye rogue, ’tis going to the King’s tavern.

Gadshill

60
  1. There’s enough to make us all.

Falstaff

61
  1. To be hang’d.

Prince Henry

62 - 64
  1. Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane; Ned
  2. Poins and I will walk lower. If they scape from your
  3. encounter, then they light on us.

Peto

65
  1. How many be there of them?

Gadshill

66
  1. Some eight or ten.

Falstaff

67
  1. ’Zounds, will they not rob us?

Prince Henry

68
  1. What, a coward, Sir John Paunch?

Falstaff

69 - 70
  1. Indeed I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather, but yet no
  2. coward, Hal.

Prince Henry

71
  1. Well, we leave that to the proof.

Poins

72 - 74
  1. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge; when thou
  2. need’st him, there thou shalt find him. Farewell, and stand
  3. fast.

Falstaff

75
  1. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hang’d.

Prince Henry

76 - 77
  1. Aside.
  2. Ned, where are our disguises?

Poins

78 - 79
  1. Aside.
  2. Here, hard by. Stand close.
  1. Exeunt Prince and Poins.

Falstaff

81 - 82
  1. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I, every man to
  2. his business.
  1. Enter the Travelers.

First Traveler

84 - 85
  1. Come, neighbor, the boy shall lead our horses down the hill.
  2. We’ll walk afoot a while, and ease our legs.

Thieves

86
  1. Stand!

Travelers

87
  1. Jesus bless us!

Falstaff

88 - 90
  1. Strike! Down with them! Cut the villains’ throats! Ah,
  2. whoreson caterpillars! Bacon-fed knaves! They hate us youth.
  3. Down with them! Fleece them!

First Traveler

91
  1. O, we are undone, both we and ours forever!

Falstaff

92 - 95
  1. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone? No, ye fat
  2. chuffs, I would your store were here! On, bacons, on! What,
  3. ye knaves, young men must live! You are grandjurors, are ye?
  4. We’ll jure ye, faith.
  1. Here they rob them and bind them.
  1. Exeunt.
  1. Enter the Prince and Poins in buckram.

Prince Henry

99 - 102
  1. The thieves have bound the true men. Now could thou and I
  2. rob the thieves and go merrily to London, it would be
  3. argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest
  4. forever.

Poins

103
  1. Stand close, I hear them coming.

Falstaff

104 - 107
  1. Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse before
  2. day. And the Prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards,
  3. there’s no equity stirring.
  4. There’s no more valor in that Poins than in a wild duck.

Prince Henry

108
  1. Your money!

Poins

109
  1. Villains!
  1. As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set upon them;
  2. they all run away, and Falstaff, after a blow or two, runs
  3. away too, leaving the booty behind them.

Prince Henry

113 - 119
  1. Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse.
  2. The thieves are all scattered, and possess’d with fear
  3. So strongly that they dare not meet each other;
  4. Each takes his fellow for an officer.
  5. Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death,
  6. And lards the lean earth as he walks along.
  7. Were’t not for laughing, I should pity him.

Poins

120
  1. How the fat rogue roar’d!
  1. Exeunt.
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