The Second Part of Henry the Fourth: ACT II , SCENE IV. London. The Boar's-head Tavern in Eastcheap.

The Second Part of Henry the Fourth: ACT II


	Introduction

	INDUCTION

	ACT I

	ACT II

		SCENE I. London. A street.

		SCENE II. London. Another street.

		SCENE III. Warkworth. Before the castle.

		SCENE IV. London. The Boar's-head Tavern in Eastcheap.

	ACT III

	ACT IV

	ACT V

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SCENE IV. London. The Boar's-head Tavern in Eastcheap.

Enter two Drawers

First Drawer

What the devil hast thou brought there? apple-johns?
thou knowest Sir John cannot endure an apple-john.

Second Drawer

      Mass, thou sayest true. The prince once set a dish
      of apple-johns before him, and told him there were
5     five more Sir Johns, and, putting off his hat, said
      'I will now take my leave of these six dry, round,
      old, withered knights.' It angered him to the
      heart: but he hath forgot that.

First Drawer

      Why, then, cover, and set them down: and see if
10    thou canst find out Sneak's noise; Mistress
      Tearsheet would fain hear some music. Dispatch: the
      room where they supped is too hot; they'll come in straight.

Second Drawer

      Sirrah, here will be the prince and Master Poins
      anon; and they will put on two of our jerkins and
15    aprons; and Sir John must not know of it: Bardolph
      hath brought word.

First Drawer

By the mass, here will be old Utis: it will be an
excellent stratagem.

Second Drawer

I'll see if I can find out Sneak.

Exit

Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET

MISTRESS QUICKLY

20    I' faith, sweetheart, methinks now you are in an
      excellent good temperality: your pulsidge beats as
      extraordinarily as heart would desire; and your
      colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose, in good
      truth, la! But, i' faith, you have drunk too much
25    canaries; and that's a marvellous searching wine,
      and it perfumes the blood ere one can say 'What's
      this?' How do you now?

DOLL TEARSHEET

Better than I was: hem!

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Why, that's well said; a good heart's worth gold.
30 Lo, here comes Sir John.

Enter FALSTAFF

FALSTAFF

(Singing) 'When Arthur first in court,'
--Empty the jordan.

Exit First Drawer

Singing

--'And was a worthy king.' How now, Mistress Doll!

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Sick of a calm; yea, good faith.

FALSTAFF

35 So is all her sect; an they be once in a calm, they are sick.

DOLL TEARSHEET

You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me?

FALSTAFF

You make fat rascals, Mistress Doll.

DOLL TEARSHEET

I make them! gluttony and diseases make them; I
make them not.

FALSTAFF

40    If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to
      make the diseases, Doll: we catch of you, Doll, we
      catch of you; grant that, my poor virtue grant that.

DOLL TEARSHEET

Yea, joy, our chains and our jewels.

FALSTAFF

      'Your broaches, pearls, and ouches:' for to serve
45    bravely is to come halting off, you know: to come
      off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to
      surgery bravely; to venture upon the charged
      chambers bravely,--

DOLL TEARSHEET

Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself!

MISTRESS QUICKLY

50    By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two never
      meet but you fall to some discord: you are both,
      i' good truth, as rheumatic as two dry toasts; you
      cannot one bear with another's confirmities. What
      the good-year! one must bear, and that must be
55    you: you are the weaker vessel, as they say, the
      emptier vessel.

DOLL TEARSHEET

      Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full
      hogshead? there's a whole merchant's venture of
      Bourdeaux stuff in him; you have not seen a hulk
60    better stuffed in the hold. Come, I'll be friends
      with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars; and
      whether I shall ever see thee again or no, there is
      nobody cares.

Re-enter First Drawer

First Drawer

Sir, Ancient Pistol's below, and would speak with
65 you.

DOLL TEARSHEET

Hang him, swaggering rascal! let him not come
hither: it is the foul-mouthed'st rogue in England.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

      If he swagger, let him not come here: no, by my
      faith; I must live among my neighbours: I'll no
70    swaggerers: I am in good name and fame with the
      very best: shut the door; there comes no swaggerers
      here: I have not lived all this while, to have
      swaggering now: shut the door, I pray you.

FALSTAFF

Dost thou hear, hostess?

MISTRESS QUICKLY

75 Pray ye, pacify yourself, Sir John: there comes no
swaggerers here.

FALSTAFF

Dost thou hear? it is mine ancient.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

      Tilly-fally, Sir John, ne'er tell me: your ancient
      swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before Master
80    Tisick, the debuty, t'other day; and, as he said to
      me, 'twas no longer ago than Wednesday last, 'I'
      good faith, neighbour Quickly,' says he; Master
      Dumbe, our minister, was by then; 'neighbour
      Quickly,' says he, 'receive those that are civil;
85    for,' said he, 'you are in an ill name:' now a'
      said so, I can tell whereupon; 'for,' says he, 'you
      are an honest woman, and well thought on; therefore
      take heed what guests you receive: receive,' says
      he, 'no swaggering companions.' There comes none
90    here: you would bless you to hear what he said:
      no, I'll no swaggerers.

FALSTAFF

      He's no swaggerer, hostess; a tame cheater, i'
      faith; you may stroke him as gently as a puppy
      greyhound: he'll not swagger with a Barbary hen, if
95    her feathers turn back in any show of resistance.
      Call him up, drawer.

Exit First Drawer

MISTRESS QUICKLY

      Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man my
      house, nor no cheater: but I do not love
      swaggering, by my troth; I am the worse, when one
100   says swagger: feel, masters, how I shake; look you,
      I warrant you.

DOLL TEARSHEET

So you do, hostess.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere an aspen
leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers.

Enter PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and Page

PISTOL

105 God save you, Sir John!

FALSTAFF

Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge
you with a cup of sack: do you discharge upon mine hostess.

PISTOL

I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.

FALSTAFF

She is Pistol-proof, sir; you shall hardly offend
110 her.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

      Come, I'll drink no proofs nor no bullets: I'll
      drink no more than will do me good, for no man's
      pleasure, I.

PISTOL

Then to you, Mistress Dorothy; I will charge you.

DOLL TEARSHEET

115   Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What!
      you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen
      mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! I am meat for
      your master.

PISTOL

I know you, Mistress Dorothy.

DOLL TEARSHEET

120   Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away!
      by this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy
      chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away,
      you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale
      juggler, you! Since when, I pray you, sir? God's
125   light, with two points on your shoulder? much!

PISTOL

God let me not live, but I will murder your ruff for this.

FALSTAFF

No more, Pistol; I would not have you go off here:
discharge yourself of our company, Pistol.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

No, Good Captain Pistol; not here, sweet captain.

DOLL TEARSHEET

130   Captain! thou abominable damned cheater, art thou
      not ashamed to be called captain? An captains were
      of my mind, they would truncheon you out, for
      taking their names upon you before you have earned
      them. You a captain! you slave, for what? for
135   tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house? He a
      captain! hang him, rogue! he lives upon mouldy
      stewed prunes and dried cakes. A captain! God's
      light, these villains will make the word as odious
      as the word 'occupy;' which was an excellent good
140   word before it was ill sorted: therefore captains
      had need look to 't.

BARDOLPH

Pray thee, go down, good ancient.

FALSTAFF

Hark thee hither, Mistress Doll.

PISTOL

Not I I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could
145 tear her: I'll be revenged of her.

Page

Pray thee, go down.

PISTOL

      I'll see her damned first; to Pluto's damned lake,
      by this hand, to the infernal deep, with Erebus and
      tortures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I.
150   Down, down, dogs! down, faitors! Have we not
      Hiren here?

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Good Captain Peesel, be quiet; 'tis very late, i'
faith: I beseek you now, aggravate your choler.

PISTOL

      These be good humours, indeed! Shall pack-horses
155   And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,
      Which cannot go but thirty mile a-day,
      Compare with Caesars, and with Cannibals,
      And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them with
      King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar.
160   Shall we fall foul for toys?

MISTRESS QUICKLY

By my troth, captain, these are very bitter words.

BARDOLPH

Be gone, good ancient: this will grow to abrawl anon.

PISTOL

Die men like dogs! give crowns like pins! Have we
not Heren here?

MISTRESS QUICKLY

165   O' my word, captain, there's none such here. What
      the good-year! do you think I would deny her? For
      God's sake, be quiet.

PISTOL

      Then feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis.
      Come, give's some sack.
170   'Si fortune me tormente, sperato me contento.'
      Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire:
      Give me some sack: and, sweetheart, lie thou there.

Laying down his sword

Come we to full points here; and are etceteras nothing?

FALSTAFF

Pistol, I would be quiet.

PISTOL

175 Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf: what! we have seen
the seven stars.

DOLL TEARSHEET

For God's sake, thrust him down stairs: I cannot
endure such a fustian rascal.

PISTOL

Thrust him down stairs! know we not Galloway nags?

FALSTAFF

180   Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groat
      shilling: nay, an a' do nothing but speak nothing,
      a' shall be nothing here.

BARDOLPH

Come, get you down stairs.

PISTOL

What! shall we have incision? shall we imbrue?

Snatching up his sword

185   Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days!
      Why, then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds
      Untwine the Sisters Three! Come, Atropos, I say!

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Here's goodly stuff toward!

FALSTAFF

Give me my rapier, boy.

DOLL TEARSHEET

190 I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw.

FALSTAFF

Get you down stairs.

Drawing, and driving PISTOL out

MISTRESS QUICKLY

      Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear keeping
      house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and frights.
      So; murder, I warrant now. Alas, alas! put up
195   your naked weapons, put up your naked weapons.

Exeunt PISTOL and BARDOLPH

DOLL TEARSHEET

I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal's gone.
Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, you!

MISTRESS QUICKLY

He you not hurt i' the groin? methought a' made a
shrewd thrust at your belly.

Re-enter BARDOLPH

FALSTAFF

200 Have you turned him out o' doors?

BARDOLPH

Yea, sir. The rascal's drunk: you have hurt him,
sir, i' the shoulder.

FALSTAFF

A rascal! to brave me!

DOLL TEARSHEET

      Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! alas, poor ape,
205   how thou sweatest! come, let me wipe thy face;
      come on, you whoreson chops: ah, rogue! i'faith, I
      love thee: thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy,
      worth five of Agamemnon, and ten times better than
      the Nine Worthies: ah, villain!

FALSTAFF

210 A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket.

DOLL TEARSHEET

Do, an thou darest for thy heart: an thou dost,
I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets.

Enter Music

Page

The music is come, sir.

FALSTAFF

      Let them play. Play, sirs. Sit on my knee, Doll.
215   A rascal bragging slave! the rogue fled from me
      like quicksilver.

DOLL TEARSHEET

      I' faith, and thou followedst him like a church.
      Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig,
      when wilt thou leave fighting o' days and foining
220   o' nights, and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven?

Enter, behind, PRINCE HENRY and POINS, disguised

FALSTAFF

Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a death's-head;
do not bid me remember mine end.

DOLL TEARSHEET

Sirrah, what humour's the prince of?

FALSTAFF

A good shallow young fellow: a' would have made a
225 good pantler, a' would ha' chipp'd bread well.

DOLL TEARSHEET

They say Poins has a good wit.

FALSTAFF

      He a good wit? hang him, baboon! his wit's as thick
      as Tewksbury mustard; there's no more conceit in him
      than is in a mallet.

DOLL TEARSHEET

230 Why does the prince love him so, then?

FALSTAFF

      Because their legs are both of a bigness, and a'
      plays at quoits well, and eats conger and fennel,
      and drinks off candles' ends for flap-dragons, and
      rides the wild-mare with the boys, and jumps upon
235   joined-stools, and swears with a good grace, and
      wears his boots very smooth, like unto the sign of
      the leg, and breeds no bate with telling of discreet
      stories; and such other gambol faculties a' has,
      that show a weak mind and an able body, for the
240   which the prince admits him: for the prince himself
      is such another; the weight of a hair will turn the
      scales between their avoirdupois.

PRINCE HENRY

Would not this nave of a wheel have his ears cut off?

POINS

Let's beat him before his whore.

PRINCE HENRY

245 Look, whether the withered elder hath not his poll
clawed like a parrot.

POINS

Is it not strange that desire should so many years
outlive performance?

FALSTAFF

Kiss me, Doll.

PRINCE HENRY

250 Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction! what
says the almanac to that?

POINS

      And look, whether the fiery Trigon, his man, be not
      lisping to his master's old tables, his note-book,
      his counsel-keeper.

FALSTAFF

255 Thou dost give me flattering busses.

DOLL TEARSHEET

By my troth, I kiss thee with a most constant heart.

FALSTAFF

I am old, I am old.

DOLL TEARSHEET

I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young
boy of them all.

FALSTAFF

260   What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receive
      money o' Thursday: shalt have a cap to-morrow. A
      merry song, come: it grows late; we'll to bed.
      Thou'lt forget me when I am gone.

DOLL TEARSHEET

      By my troth, thou'lt set me a-weeping, an thou
265   sayest so: prove that ever I dress myself handsome
      till thy return: well, harken at the end.

FALSTAFF

Some sack, Francis.

PRINCE HENRY
POINS

Anon, anon, sir.

Coming forward

FALSTAFF

Ha! a bastard son of the king's? And art not thou
270 Poins his brother?

PRINCE HENRY

Why, thou globe of sinful continents! what a life
dost thou lead!

FALSTAFF

A better than thou: I am a gentleman; thou art a drawer.

PRINCE HENRY

Very true, sir; and I come to draw you out by the ears.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

275   O, the Lord preserve thy good grace! by my troth,
      welcome to London. Now, the Lord bless that sweet
      face of thine! O, Jesu, are you come from Wales?

FALSTAFF

Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, by this light
flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome.

DOLL TEARSHEET

280 How, you fat fool! I scorn you.

POINS

My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge and
turn all to a merriment, if you take not the heat.

PRINCE HENRY

      You whoreson candle-mine, you, how vilely did you
      speak of me even now before this honest, virtuous,
285   civil gentlewoman!

MISTRESS QUICKLY

God's blessing of your good heart! and so she is,
by my troth.

FALSTAFF

Didst thou hear me?

PRINCE HENRY

      Yea, and you knew me, as you did when you ran away
290   by Gad's-hill: you knew I was at your back, and
      spoke it on purpose to try my patience.

FALSTAFF

No, no, no; not so; I did not think thou wast within hearing.

PRINCE HENRY

I shall drive you then to confess the wilful abuse;
and then I know how to handle you.

FALSTAFF

295 No abuse, Hal, o' mine honour, no abuse.

PRINCE HENRY

Not to dispraise me, and call me pantier and
bread-chipper and I know not what?

FALSTAFF

No abuse, Hal.

POINS

No abuse?

FALSTAFF

300   No abuse, Ned, i' the world; honest Ned, none. I
      dispraised him before the wicked, that the wicked
      might not fall in love with him; in which doing, I
      have done the part of a careful friend and a true
      subject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it.
305   No abuse, Hal: none, Ned, none: no, faith, boys, none.

PRINCE HENRY

      See now, whether pure fear and entire cowardice doth
      not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to
      close with us? is she of the wicked? is thine
      hostess here of the wicked? or is thy boy of the
310   wicked? or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his
      nose, of the wicked?

POINS

Answer, thou dead elm, answer.

FALSTAFF

      The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecoverable;
      and his face is Lucifer's privy-kitchen, where he
315   doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For the boy,
      there is a good angel about him; but the devil
      outbids him too.

PRINCE HENRY

For the women?

FALSTAFF

      For one of them, she is in hell already, and burns
320   poor souls. For the other, I owe her money, and
      whether she be damned for that, I know not.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

No, I warrant you.

FALSTAFF

      No, I think thou art not; I think thou art quit for
      that. Marry, there is another indictment upon thee,
325   for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house,
      contrary to the law; for the which I think thou wilt howl.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

All victuallers do so; what's a joint of mutton or
two in a whole Lent?

PRINCE HENRY

You, gentlewoman,-

DOLL TEARSHEET

330 What says your grace?

FALSTAFF

His grace says that which his flesh rebels against.

Knocking within

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Who knocks so loud at door? Look to the door there, Francis.

Enter PETO

PRINCE HENRY

Peto, how now! what news?

PETO

      The king your father is at Westminster:
335   And there are twenty weak and wearied posts
      Come from the north: and, as I came along,
      I met and overtook a dozen captains,
      Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns,
      And asking every one for Sir John Falstaff.

PRINCE HENRY

340   By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame,
      So idly to profane the precious time,
      When tempest of commotion, like the south
      Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt
      And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.
345   Give me my sword and cloak. Falstaff, good night.

Exeunt PRINCE HENRY, POINS, PETO and BARDOLPH

FALSTAFF

Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and
we must hence and leave it unpicked.

Knocking within

More knocking at the door!

Re-enter BARDOLPH

How now! what's the matter?

BARDOLPH

350 You must away to court, sir, presently;
A dozen captains stay at door for you.

FALSTAFF

      (To the Page) Pay the musicians, sirrah. Farewell,
      hostess; farewell, Doll. You see, my good wenches,
      how men of merit are sought after: the undeserver
355   may sleep, when the man of action is called on.
      Farewell good wenches: if I be not sent away post,
      I will see you again ere I go.

DOLL TEARSHEET

I cannot speak; if my heart be not read to burst,--
well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself.

FALSTAFF

360 Farewell, farewell.

Exeunt FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH

MISTRESS QUICKLY

      Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these
      twenty-nine years, come peascod-time; but an
      honester and truer-hearted man,--well, fare thee well.

BARDOLPH

(Within) Mistress Tearsheet!

MISTRESS QUICKLY

365 What's the matter?

BARDOLPH

(Within) Good Mistress Tearsheet, come to my master.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

O, run, Doll, run; run, good Doll: come.

She comes blubbered

Yea, will you come, Doll?

Exeunt

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