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-- Philip Weller, November 13, 1941 - February 1, 2021
Dr. Weller, an Eastern Washington University professor of English and Shakespearean scholar for more than 50 years.

The First Part of Henry IV:

Act 2, Scene 2

           Enter PRINCE, PETO, and [BARDOLPH, with]
           POINS [following just behind].

  1   Come, shelter, shelter: I have removed Falstaff's
  2   horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet.

  3   Stand close.

           [They retire.]

           Enter FALSTAFF.

  4   Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins!

      PRINCE HENRY [Coming forward.]
  5   Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! what a brawling dost
  6   thou keep!

  7   Where's Poins, Hal?

  8   He is walked up to the top of the hill: I'll
  9   go seek him.


 10   I am accursed to rob in that thief's company:
 11   the rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him I
 12   know not where. If I travel but four foot by the squier
 13   further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt
 14   not but to die a fair death for all this, if I 'scape hanging
 15   for killing that rogue. I have forsworn his
 16   company hourly any time this two and twenty years,
 17   and yet I am bewitched with the rogue's company.
 18   If the rascal hath not given me medicines to make me
 19   love him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else: I have
 20   drunk medicines. Poins! Hal! a plague upon you
 21   both! Bardolph! Peto! I'll starve ere I'll rob a foot
 22   further. An 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to
 23   turn true man and to leave these rogues, I am the
 24   veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth. Eight
 25   yards of uneven ground is threescore and ten miles
 26   afoot with me; and the stony-hearted villains know it
 27   well enough: a plague upon it when thieves cannot be
 28   true one to another! (They whistle.) Whew! A plague
 29   upon you all! Give me my horse, you rogues; give me
 30   my horse, and be hanged!

      PRINCE HENRY [Coming forward.]
 31   Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close
 32   to the ground and list if thou canst hear the tread
 33   of travellers.

 34   Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down?
 35   'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot
 36   again for all the coin in thy father's exchequer.
 37   What a plague mean ye to colt me thus?

 38   Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art
 39   uncolted.

 40   I prithee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse,
 41   good king's son.

 42   Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler?

 43   Go, hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent
 44   garters! If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I
 45   have not ballads made on you all and sung to filthy
 46   tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison: when a jest
 47   is so forward, and afoot too! I hate it.

           Enter GADSHILL.

 48   Stand.

 49   So I do, against my will.

      POINS [Coming forward with Bardolph and Peto.]
 50   O, 'tis our setter: I
 51   know his voice. Bardolph, what
 52   news?

 53   Case ye, case ye; on with your vizards: there 's
 54   money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going
 55   to the king's exchequer.

 56   You lie, ye rogue; 'tis going to the king's
 57   tavern.

 58   There's enough to make us all.

 59   To be hanged.

 60   Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane;
 61   Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape
 62   from your encounter, then they light on us.

 63   How many be there of them?

 64   Some eight or ten.

 65   'Zounds, will they not rob us?

 66   What, a coward, Sir John Paunch?

 67   Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather;
 68   but yet no coward, Hal.

 69   Well, we leave that to the proof.

 70   Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge:
 71   when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him.
 72   Farewell, and stand fast.

 73   Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.

      PRINCE HENRY [Aside.]
 74   Ned, where are our disguises?

      POINS [Aside.]
 75   Here, hard by: stand close.

           [Exeunt Henry and Poins.]

 76   Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I:
 77   every man to his business.

           Enter the TRAVELLERS.

      First Traveller
 78   Come, neighbor: the boy shall lead our
 79   horses down the hill; we'll walk afoot awhile, and
 80   ease our legs.

 81   Stand!

 82   Jesus bless us!

 83   Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats:
 84   ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they
 85   hate us youth: down with them: fleece them.

 86   O, we are undone, both we and ours for
 87   ever!

 88   Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone?
 89   No, ye fat chuffs: I would your store were here! On,
 90   bacons, on! What, ye knaves! young men must
 91   live. You are grandjurors, are ye? we'll jure ye,
 92   'faith.

           Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt.

           Enter the HENRY and POINS [in buckram].

 93   The thieves have bound the true men. Now could thou
 94   and I rob the thieves and go merrily to London, it
 95   would be argument for a week, laughter for a month
 96   and a good jest for ever.

 97   Stand close; I hear them coming.

           Enter the THIEVES again.

 98   Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse
 99   before day. An the Prince and Poins be not two
100   arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's
101   no more valour in that Poins than in a wild-duck.

102   Your money!

103   Villains!

           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.

104   Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse:
105   The thieves are all scatter'd and possess'd with fear
106   So strongly that they dare not meet each other;
107   Each takes his fellow for an officer.
108   Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death,
109   And lards the lean earth as he walks along:
110   Were 't not for laughing, I should pity him.

111   How the rogue roar'd!