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King Henry Iv Part 2 - ACT II - SCENE II Post by :ragstoriches Category :Plays Author :William Shakespeare Date :May 2011 Read :3497

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King Henry Iv Part 2 - ACT II - SCENE II

ACT II SCENE II
London. Another street.

(Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS.)


PRINCE.
Before God, I am exceeding weary.

POINS.
Is't come to that? I had thought weariness durst not
have attach'd one of so high blood.

PRINCE.
Faith, it does me; though it discolours the complexion of
my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth it not show vilely in me
to desire small beer?

POINS.
Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied as to
remember so weak a composition.

PRINCE.
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 to-morrow, or to take note how many pair of
silk stockings thou hast--viz., these, and those that were thy
peach-colour'd ones--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 thy low countries
have made a shift to eat up thy holland. And God knows
whether those that bawl out of 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
strengthened.

POINS.
How ill it follows, after you have laboured so hard, you
should talk so idly! Tell me, how many good young princes
would do so, their fathers being so sick as yours at this time is?

PRINCE.
Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins?

POINS.
Yes, faith; and let it be an excellent good thing.

PRINCE.
It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine.

POINS.
Go to; I stand the push of your one thing that you will tell.

PRINCE.
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.

POINS.
Very hardly upon such a subject.

PRINCE.
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.

POINS.
The reason?

PRINCE.
What wouldst thou think of me if I should weep?

POINS.
I would think thee a most princely hypocrite.

PRINCE.
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?

POINS.
Why, because you have been so lewd and so much engraffed
to Falstaff.

PRINCE.
And to thee.

POINS.
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 PAGE)

PRINCE.
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.

BARDOLPH
God save your Grace!

PRINCE.
And yours, most noble Bardolph!

POINS.
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?

PAGE.
'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
alewife's new petticoat, and so peep'd through.

PRINCE.
Has not the boy profited?

BARDOLPH.
Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away!

PAGE.
Away, you rascally Althaea's dream, away!

PRINCE.
Instruct us, boy; what dream, boy?

PAGE.
Marry, my lord, Althaea dreamt she was delivered of a
firebrand; and therefore I call him her dream.

PRINCE.
A crown's worth of good interpretation. There 'tis, boy.

(Giving a crown)

POINS.
O that this blossom could be kept from cankers!
Well, there is sixpence to preserve thee.

BARDOLPH.
An you do not make him be hang'd among you, the
gallows shall have wrong.

PRINCE.
And how doth thy master, Bardolph?

BARDOLPH.
Well, my lord. He heard of your Grace's coming to
town. There's a letter for you.

POINS.
Deliver'd with good respect. And how doth the martlemas,
your master?

BARDOLPH.
In bodily health, sir.

POINS.
Marry, the immortal part needs a physician; but that
moves not him. Though that be sick, it dies not.

PRINCE.
I do allow this well to be as familiar with me as my dog;
and he holds his place, for look you how he writes.

POINS. (Reads)
'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.
Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it from
Japhet. But the letter: (Reads) 'Sir John Falstaff, knight,
to the son of the King nearest his father, Harry Prince of
Wales, greeting.'

POINS.
Why, this is a certificate.

PRINCE.
Peace! (Reads) 'I will imitate the honourable Romans
in brevity.'-

POINS.
He sure means brevity in breath, short-winded.

PRINCE. (Reads)
'I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I
leave thee. Be not too familiar with Poins; for he misuses
thy favours 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.'

POINS.
My lord, I'll steep this letter in sack and make him eat it.

PRINCE.
That's to make him eat twenty of his words. But do you use
me thus, Ned? Must I marry your sister?

POINS.
God send the wench no worse fortune! But I never said so.

PRINCE.
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?

BARDOLPH.
Yea, my lord.

PRINCE.
Where sups he? Doth the old boar feed in the old frank?

BARDOLPH.
At the old place, my lord, in Eastcheap.

PRINCE.
What company?

PAGE.
Ephesians, my lord, of the old church.

PRINCE.
Sup any women with him?

PAGE.
None, my lord, but old Mistress Quickly and Mistress Doll Tearsheet.

PRINCE.
What pagan may that be?

PAGE.
A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kinswoman of my master's.

PRINCE.
Even such kin as the parish heifers are to the town
bull. Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper?

POINS.
I am your shadow, my lord; I'll follow you.

PRINCE.
Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your master
that I am yet come to town. There's for your silence.

BARDOLPH.
I have no tongue, sir.

PAGE.
And for mine, sir, I will govern it.

PRINCE.
Fare you well; go.

(Exeunt BARDOLPH and PAGE)

This Doll Tearsheet should be some road.

POINS.
I warrant you, as common as the way between Saint Albans and London.

PRINCE.
How might we see Falstaff bestow himself to-night in
his true colours, and not ourselves be seen?

POINS.
Put on two leathern jerkins and aprons, and wait upon
him at his table as drawers.

PRINCE.
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 everything the purpose must weigh with
the folly. Follow me, Ned.

(Exeunt.)

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