Print Friendly, PDF & Email

King Henry IV, Part II

ACT II SCENE IILondon. Another street.
PRINCE HENRYBefore God, I am exceeding weary.
POINSIs’t come to that? I had thought weariness durst not
have attached one of so high blood.
PRINCE HENRYFaith, 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?
POINSWhy, a prince should not be so loosely studied as
to remember so weak a composition.8
PRINCE HENRYBelike 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-coloured 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:21
and God knows, whether those that bawl out 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.
POINSHow 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 HENRYShall I tell thee one thing, Poins?
POINSYes, faith; and let it be an excellent good thing.
PRINCE HENRYIt shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine.
POINSGo to; I stand the push of your one thing that you
will tell.31
PRINCE HENRYMarry, I tell thee, it is not meet that I should be
sad, now my father is sick: albeit I could tell
thee, as to one it pleases me, for fault of a
better, to call my friend, I could be sad, and sad
indeed too.
POINSVery hardly upon such a subject.
PRINCE HENRYBy 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.42
POINSThe reason?
PRINCE HENRYWhat wouldst thou think of me, if I should weep?
POINSI would think thee a most princely hypocrite.
PRINCE HENRYIt 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?
POINSWhy, because you have been so lewd and so much
engraffed to Falstaff.
PRINCE HENRYAnd to thee.
POINSBy this light, I am well spoke on; I can hear it
with my 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 HENRYAnd the boy that I gave Falstaff: a’ had him from
me Christian; and look, if the fat villain have not
transformed him ape.61
BARDOLPHGod save your grace!
PRINCE HENRYAnd yours, most noble Bardolph!
BARDOLPHCome, 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?
PageA’ 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 ale-wife’s
new petticoat and so peeped through.70
PRINCE HENRYHas not the boy profited?
BARDOLPHAway, you whoreson upright rabbit, away!
PageAway, you rascally Althaea’s dream, away!
PRINCE HENRYInstruct us, boy; what dream, boy?
PageMarry, my lord, Althaea dreamed she was delivered
of a fire-brand; and therefore I call him her dream.
PRINCE HENRYA crown’s worth of good interpretation: there ’tis,
POINSO, that this good blossom could be kept from
cankers! Well, there is sixpence to preserve thee.80
BARDOLPHAn you do not make him hanged among you, the
gallows shall have wrong.
PRINCE HENRYAnd how doth thy master, Bardolph?
BARDOLPHWell, my lord. He heard of your grace’s coming to
town: there’s a letter for you.
POINSDelivered with good respect. And how doth the
martlemas, your master?
BARDOLPHIn bodily health, sir.
POINSMarry, the immortal part needs a physician; but
that moves not him: though that be sick, it dies90
PRINCE HENRYI do allow this wen to be as familiar with me as my
dog; and he holds his place; for look you how be 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.’100
PRINCE HENRYNay, they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it
from Japhet. But to the letter.
POINS[Reads] ‘Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of
the king, nearest his father, Harry Prince of
Wales, greeting.’ Why, this is a certificate.
POINS[Reads] ‘I will imitate the honourable Romans in
brevity:’ he sure means brevity in breath,
short-winded. ‘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 mayest; and so, farewell.112
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.’
My lord, I’ll steep this letter in sack and make him eat it.
PRINCE HENRYThat’s to make him eat twenty of his words. But do
you use me thus, Ned? must I marry your sister?
POINSGod send the wench no worse fortune! But I never said so.
PRINCE HENRYWell, 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?
BARDOLPHYea, my lord.
PRINCE HENRYWhere sups he? doth the old boar feed in the old frank?
BARDOLPHAt the old place, my lord, in Eastcheap.
PRINCE HENRYWhat company?
PageEphesians, my lord, of the old church.130
PRINCE HENRYSup any women with him?
PageNone, my lord, but old Mistress Quickly and
Mistress Doll Tearsheet.
PRINCE HENRYWhat pagan may that be?
PageA proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kinswoman of my master’s.
PRINCE HENRYEven such kin as the parish heifers are to the town
bull. Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper?
POINSI am your shadow, my lord; I’ll follow you.
PRINCE HENRYSirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your
master that I am yet come to town: there’s for
your silence.
BARDOLPHI have no tongue, sir.141
PageAnd for mine, sir, I will govern it.
PRINCE HENRYFare you well; go.
[Exeunt BARDOLPH and Page]
This Doll Tearsheet should be some road.
POINSI warrant you, as common as the way between Saint
Alban’s and London.
PRINCE HENRYHow might we see Falstaff bestow himself to-night
in his true colours, and not ourselves be seen?
POINSPut on two leathern jerkins and aprons, and wait
upon him at his table as drawers.
PRINCE HENRYFrom a God to a bull? a heavy decension! it was
Jove’s case. From a prince to a prentice? a low
transformation! that shall be mine; for in every
thing the purpose must weigh with the folly.
Follow me, Ned.

Continue to 2 Henry IV, Act 2, Scene 3