Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth/Act 2 Scene 2
Scena Secunda.
Enter Prince Henry, Pointz, Bardolfe, and Page.
Prin.
Trust me, I am exceeding weary.
Trust me, I am exceeding weary.
Poin.
Is it come to that? I had thought wearines durst
not haue attach'd one of so high blood.
Is it come to that? I had thought wearines durst
not haue attach'd one of so high blood.
Prin.
It doth me: though it discolours the complexion
of my Greatnesse to acknowledge it. Doth it not shew
vildely in me, to desire small Beere?
It doth me: though it discolours the complexion
of my Greatnesse to acknowledge it. Doth it not shew
vildely in me, to desire small Beere?
Poin.
Why, a Prince should not be so loosely studied,
as to remember so weake a Composition.
Why, a Prince should not be so loosely studied,
as to remember so weake a Composition.
Prince.
Belike then, my Appetite was not Princely
got: for (in troth) I do now remember the poore Creature,
Small Beere. But indeede these humble considerations
make me out of loue with my Greatnesse. What a
disgrace is it to me, to remember thy name? Or to know
thy face to morrow? Or to take note how many paire of
Silk stockings yͧ hast? (Viz. these, and those that were thy
peach-colour'd ones:) Or to beare the Inuentorie of thy
shirts, as one for superfluity, and one other, for vse. But
that the Tennis-Court-keeper knowes better then I, for
it is a low ebbe of Linnen with thee, when thou kept'st
not Racket there, as thou hast not done a great while, because
the rest of thy Low Countries, haue made a shift to
eate vp thy Holland.
Belike then, my Appetite was not Princely
got: for (in troth) I do now remember the poore Creature,
Small Beere. But indeede these humble considerations
make me out of loue with my Greatnesse. What a
disgrace is it to me, to remember thy name? Or to know
thy face to morrow? Or to take note how many paire of
Silk stockings yͧ hast? (Viz. these, and those that were thy
peach-colour'd ones:) Or to beare the Inuentorie of thy
shirts, as one for superfluity, and one other, for vse. But
that the Tennis-Court-keeper knowes better then I, for
it is a low ebbe of Linnen with thee, when thou kept'st
not Racket there, as thou hast not done a great while, because
the rest of thy Low Countries, haue made a shift to
eate vp thy Holland.
Poin.
How ill it followes, after you haue labour'd so
hard, you should talke so idlely? Tell me how many good
yong Princes would do so, their Fathers lying so sicke, as
yours is?
How ill it followes, after you haue labour'd so
hard, you should talke so idlely? Tell me how many good
yong Princes would do so, their Fathers lying so sicke, as
yours is?
Prin.
Shall I tell thee one thing, Pointz?
Shall I tell thee one thing, Pointz?
Poin.
Yes: and let it be an excellent good thing.
Yes: and let it be an excellent good thing.
Prin.
It shall serue among wittes of no higher breeding then thine.
It shall serue among wittes of no higher breeding then thine.
Poin.
Go to: I stand the push of your one thing, that you'l tell.
Go to: I stand the push of your one thing, that you'l tell.
Prin.
Why, I tell thee, it is not meet, that I should be
sad now my Father is sicke: 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.
Why, I tell thee, it is not meet, that I should be
sad now my Father is sicke: 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.
Poin.
Very hardly, vpon such a subiect.
Very hardly, vpon such a subiect.
Prin.
Thou think'st me as farre in the Diuels Booke, as
thou, and Falstaffe, for obduracie and persistencie. Let the
end try the man. But I tell thee, my hart bleeds inwardly,
that my Father is so sicke: and keeping such vild company
as thou art, hath in reason taken from me, all ostentation
of sorrow.
Thou think'st me as farre in the Diuels Booke, as
thou, and Falstaffe, for obduracie and persistencie. Let the
end try the man. But I tell thee, my hart bleeds inwardly,
that my Father is so sicke: and keeping such vild company
as thou art, hath in reason taken from me, all ostentation
of sorrow.
Poin.
The reason?
The reason?
Prin.
What would'st thou think of me, if I shold weep?
What would'st thou think of me, if I shold weep?
Poin.
I would thinke thee a most Princely hypocrite.
I would thinke thee a most Princely hypocrite.
Prin.
It would be euery mans thought: and thou art
a blessed Fellow, to thinke as euery man thinkes: neuer a
mans thought in the world, keepes the Rode-way better
then thine: euery man would thinke me an Hypocrite indeede.
And what accites your most worshipful thought to thinke so?
It would be euery mans thought: and thou art
a blessed Fellow, to thinke as euery man thinkes: neuer a
mans thought in the world, keepes the Rode-way better
then thine: euery man would thinke me an Hypocrite indeede.
And what accites your most worshipful thought to thinke so?
Poin.
Why, because you haue beene so lewde, and so
much ingraffed to Falstaffe.
Why, because you haue beene so lewde, and so
much ingraffed to Falstaffe.
Prin.
And to thee.
And to thee.
Pointz.
Nay, I am well spoken of, I can heare it with
mine owne eares: the worst that they can say of me is, that
I am a second Brother, and that I am a proper Fellowe of
my hands: and those two things I confesse I canot helpe.
Looke, looke, here comes Bardolfe.
Nay, I am well spoken of, I can heare it with
mine owne eares: the worst that they can say of me is, that
I am a second Brother, and that I am a proper Fellowe of
my hands: and those two things I confesse I canot helpe.
Looke, looke, here comes Bardolfe.
Prince.
And the Boy that I gaue Falstaffe, he had him
from me Christian, and see if the fat villain haue not
transform'd him Ape.
And the Boy that I gaue Falstaffe, he had him
from me Christian, and see if the fat villain haue not
transform'd him Ape.
Enter Bardolfe.
Bar.
Saue your Grace.
Saue your Grace.
Prin.
And yours, most Noble Bardolfe.
And yours, most Noble Bardolfe.
Poin.
Come you pernitious Asse, you bashfull Foole,
must you be blushing? Wherefore blush you now? what
a Maidenly man at Armes are you become? Is it such a
matter to get a Pottle-pots Maiden-head?
Come you pernitious Asse, you bashfull Foole,
must you be blushing? Wherefore blush you now? what
a Maidenly man at Armes are you become? Is it such a
matter to get a Pottle-pots Maiden-head?
Page.
He call'd me euen now (my Lord) through a red
Lattice, and I could discerne no part of his face from the
window: at last I spy'd his eyes, and me thought he had
made two holes in the Ale-wiues new Petticoat, & peeped through.
He call'd me euen now (my Lord) through a red
Lattice, and I could discerne no part of his face from the
window: at last I spy'd his eyes, and me thought he had
made two holes in the Ale-wiues new Petticoat, & peeped through.
Prin.
Hath not the boy profited?
Hath not the boy profited?
Bar.
Away, you horson vpright Rabbet, away.
Away, you horson vpright Rabbet, away.
Page.
Away, you rascally Altheas dreame, away.
Away, you rascally Altheas dreame, away.
Prin.
Instruct vs Boy: what dreame, Boy?
Instruct vs Boy: what dreame, Boy?
Page.
Marry (my Lord) Althea dream'd, she was deliuer'd
of a Firebrand, and therefore I call him hir dream.
Marry (my Lord) Althea dream'd, she was deliuer'd
of a Firebrand, and therefore I call him hir dream.
Prince.
A Crownes-worth of good Interpretation:
There it is, Boy.
A Crownes-worth of good Interpretation:
There it is, Boy.
Poin.
O that this good Blossome could bee kept from
Cankers: Well, there is six pence to preserue thee.
O that this good Blossome could bee kept from
Cankers: Well, there is six pence to preserue thee.
Bard.
If you do not make him be hang'd among you,
the gallowes shall be wrong'd.
If you do not make him be hang'd among you,
the gallowes shall be wrong'd.
Prince.
And how doth thy Master, Bardolph?
And how doth thy Master, Bardolph?
Bar.
Well, my good Lord: he heard of your Graces
comming to Towne. There's a Letter for you.
Well, my good Lord: he heard of your Graces
comming to Towne. There's a Letter for you.
Poin.
Deliuer'd with good respect: And how doth the
Martlemas, your Master?
Deliuer'd with good respect: And how doth the
Martlemas, your Master?
Bard.
In bodily health Sir.
In bodily health Sir.
Poin.
Marry, the immortall part needes a Physitian:
but that moues not him: though that bee sicke, it dyes not.
Marry, the immortall part needes a Physitian:
but that moues not him: though that bee sicke, it dyes not.
Prince.
I do allow this Wen to bee as familiar with
me, as my dogge: and he holds his place, for looke you
he writes.
I do allow this Wen to bee as familiar with
me, as my dogge: and he holds his place, for looke you
he writes.
Poin.
Letter. Iohn Falstaffe Knight: (Euery man must
know that, as oft as hee hath occasion to name himselfe:)
Euen like those that are kinne to the King, for they neuer
pricke their finger, but they say, there is som of the kings
blood spilt. How comes that (sayes he) that takes vpon
him not to conceiue? the answer is as ready as a borrowed
cap: I am the Kings poore Cosin, Sir.
Letter. Iohn Falstaffe Knight: (Euery man must
know that, as oft as hee hath occasion to name himselfe:)
Euen like those that are kinne to the King, for they neuer
pricke their finger, but they say, there is som of the kings
blood spilt. How comes that (sayes he) that takes vpon
him not to conceiue? the answer is as ready as a borrowed
cap: I am the Kings poore Cosin, Sir.
Prince.
Nay, they will be kin to vs, but they wil fetch
it from Iaphet. But to the Letter: Sir Iohn Falstaffe,
Knight, to the Sonne of the King, neerest his Father, Harrie
Prince of Wales, greeting.
Nay, they will be kin to vs, but they wil fetch
it from Iaphet. But to the Letter: Sir Iohn Falstaffe,
Knight, to the Sonne of the King, neerest his Father, Harrie
Prince of Wales, greeting.
Poin.
Why this is a Certificate.
Why this is a Certificate.
Prin.
Peace.
I will imitate the honourable Romaines in breuitie.
Peace.
I will imitate the honourable Romaines in breuitie.
Poin.
Sure he meanes breuity in breath: short-winded.
I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I leaue thee. Bee
not too familiar with Pointz, for hee misuses thy Fauours so
much, that he sweares thou art to marrie 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
vsest him. Iacke Falstaffe with my Familiars:
Iohn with my Brothers and Sister: & Sir
Iohn, with all Europe.
My Lord, I will steepe this Letter in Sack, and make him eate it.
Sure he meanes breuity in breath: short-winded.
I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I leaue thee. Bee
not too familiar with Pointz, for hee misuses thy Fauours so
much, that he sweares thou art to marrie 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
vsest him. Iacke Falstaffe with my Familiars:
Iohn with my Brothers and Sister: & Sir
Iohn, with all Europe.
My Lord, I will steepe this Letter in Sack, and make him eate it.
Prin.
That's to make him eate twenty of his Words.
But do you vse me thus Ned? Must I marry your Sister?
That's to make him eate twenty of his Words.
But do you vse me thus Ned? Must I marry your Sister?
Poin.
May the Wench haue no worse Fortune.
But I neuer said so.
May the Wench haue no worse Fortune.
But I neuer said so.
Prin.
Well, thus we play the Fooles with the time, &
the spirits of the wise, sit in the clouds, and mocke vs: Is
your Master heere in London?
Well, thus we play the Fooles with the time, &
the spirits of the wise, sit in the clouds, and mocke vs: Is
your Master heere in London?
Bard.
Yes my Lord.
Yes my Lord.
Prin.
Where suppes he? Doth the old Bore, feede in
the old Franke?
Where suppes he? Doth the old Bore, feede in
the old Franke?
Bard.
At the old place my Lord, in East-cheape.
At the old place my Lord, in East-cheape.
Prin.
What Company?
What Company?
Page.
Ephesians my Lord, of the old Church.
Ephesians my Lord, of the old Church.
Prin.
Sup any women with him?
Sup any women with him?
Page.
None my Lord, but old Mistris Quickly, and M.
Doll Teare-sheet.
None my Lord, but old Mistris Quickly, and M.
Doll Teare-sheet.
Prin.
What Pagan may that be?
What Pagan may that be?
Page.
A proper Gentlewoman, Sir, and a Kinswoman
of my Masters.
A proper Gentlewoman, Sir, and a Kinswoman
of my Masters.
Prin.
Euen such Kin, as the Parish Heyfors are to the
Towne-Bull?
Shall we steale vpon them (Ned) at Supper?
Euen such Kin, as the Parish Heyfors are to the
Towne-Bull?
Shall we steale vpon them (Ned) at Supper?
Poin.
I am your shadow, my Lord, Ile follow you.
I am your shadow, my Lord, Ile follow you.
Prin.
Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your
Master that I am yet in Towne.
There's for your silence.
Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your
Master that I am yet in Towne.
There's for your silence.
Bar.
I haue no tongue, sir.
I haue no tongue, sir.
Page.
And for mine Sir, I will gouerne it.
And for mine Sir, I will gouerne it.
Prin.
Fare ye well: go.
This Doll Teare-sheet should be some Rode.
Fare ye well: go.
This Doll Teare-sheet should be some Rode.
Poin.
I warrant you, as common as the way betweene
S. Albans, and London.
I warrant you, as common as the way betweene
S. Albans, and London.
Prin.
How might we see Falstaffe bestow himselfe to
night, in his true colours, and not our selues be seene?
How might we see Falstaffe bestow himselfe to
night, in his true colours, and not our selues be seene?
Poin.
Put on two Leather Ierkins, and Aprons, and
waite vpon him at his Table, like Drawers.
Put on two Leather Ierkins, and Aprons, and
waite vpon him at his Table, like Drawers.
Prin.
From a God, to a Bull? A heauie declension: It
was Ioues case. From a Prince, to a Prentice, a low transformation,
that shall be mine: for in euery thing, the purpose
Exeunt.must weigh with the folly. Follow me Ned.
From a God, to a Bull? A heauie declension: It
was Ioues case. From a Prince, to a Prentice, a low transformation,
that shall be mine: for in euery thing, the purpose
Exeunt.must weigh with the folly. Follow me Ned.