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Henry the Fourth Part 1

by William Shakespeare

Act 4, Scene 2 Easiest-to-Read Edition

 

 

 



Henry the Fourth Part 1 Act 4 Scene 2



A public road near Coventry

Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH

Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH

FALSTAFF

Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry. Fill me a bottle of sack. Our soldiers shall march through. We’ll to Sutton Coldfield tonight.

 

FALSTAFF

Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry. Fill me a bottle of sack. Our soldiers shall march through. We’ll to Sutton Coldfield tonight.

 

BARDOLPH

Will you give me money, captain?

 

BARDOLPH

Will you give me money, captain?

 

FALSTAFF

Lay out, lay out.

(spend your own)

 

FALSTAFF

Lay out, lay out.

 

BARDOLPH

This bottle makes an angel.

makes=makes the total advanced so far to

angel=several shillings

 

BARDOLPH

This bottle makes an angel.

 

FALSTAFF

An if it do, take it for thy labor. An if it make twenty, take them all. I’ll answer (be responsible for) the coinage (getting enough money). Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at town’s end.

 

FALSTAFF

An if it do, take it for thy labor. An if it make twenty, take them all. I’ll answer the coinage. Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at town’s end.

 

BARDOLPH

I will, captain. Farewell.

 

BARDOLPH

I will, captain. Farewell.

 

Exit BARDOLPH

Exit BARDOLPH

FALSTAFF

If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused gurnet (pickled fish). I have misused the King’s press (conscription) damnably. I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds (Falstaff gets money from soldiers who have paid to get out of army service). I press me none but good householders, yeomen’s sons (sons of land owners), inquire me out (search for) contracted (betrothed) bachelors, such as had been asked twice on the banns (public proclamation of marriage); such a commodity of warm slaves—as (who) had as lief hear the devil as a drum, such as fear the report of a caliver (rifle) worse than a struck fowl or a hurt wild duck. I pressed me none but such toasts-and-butter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger than pins' heads, and they have bought out their services, and now my whole charge consists of ancients (flag bearers), corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies—slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth (paintings), where the glutton’s dogs licked his sores,  and such as indeed were never soldiers but discarded, unjust servingmen, younger sons to younger brothers, revolted tapsters, and ostlers tradefallen, the cankers of a calm world and a long peace, ten times more dishonorable-ragged than an old fazed (tattered) ancient; and such have I to fill up the rooms (places) of them that have bought out their services, that you would think that I had a hundred and fifty tattered prodigals (spendthrifts) lately come from swine-keeping, from eating draff (dregs from wine-making) and husks. A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets (structures for hanging people) and pressed (enrolled) the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I’ll not march through Coventry with them, that’s flat. Nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs as if they had gyves (shackles) on, for indeed I had the most of them out of prison. There’s not a shirt and a half in all my company, and the half shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like a herald’s coat without sleeves, and the shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Albans or the red-nose innkeeper of Daventry. But that’s all one (it makes no difference what they are wearing); they’ll find linen (clothes) enough on every hedge (where the washers put them out to dry).

 

FALSTAFF

If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused gurnet. I have misused the King’s press damnably. I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me none but good householders, yeomen’s sons; inquire me out contracted bachelors, such as had been asked twice on the banns; such a commodity of warm slaves—as had as lief hear the devil as a drum, such as fear the report of a caliver worse than a struck fowl or a hurt wild duck. I pressed me none but such toasts-and-butter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger than pins' heads, and they have bought out their services, and now my whole charge consists of ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies—slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the glutton’s dogs licked his sores; and such as indeed were never soldiers, but discarded, unjust servingmen, younger sons to younger brothers, revolted tapsters, and ostlers tradefallen, the cankers of a calm world and a long peace, ten times more dishonorable-ragged than an old feazed ancient; and such have I to fill up the rooms of them that have bought out their services, that you would think that I had a hundred and fifty tattered prodigals lately come from swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I’ll not march through Coventry with them, that’s flat. Nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs as if they had gyves on, for indeed I had the most of them out of prison. There’s not a shirt and a half in all my company, and the half shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like a herald’s coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Albans or the red-nose innkeeper of Daventry. But that’s all one; they’ll find linen enough on every hedge.

 

Enter PRINCE HENRY and Lord WESTMORELAND

Enter PRINCE HENRY and Lord WESTMORELAND

PRINCE HENRY

How now, blown (bloated) Jack? How now, quilt (well padded)?

(a “jack” was also a quilted jacket)

 

PRINCE HENRY

How now, blown Jack? How now, quilt?

 

FALSTAFF

What, Hal, how now, mad wag? What a devil dost thou in Warwickshire?—My good Lord of Westmoreland, I cry you mercy: I thought your Honor had already been at Shrewsbury.

 

FALSTAFF

What, Hal, how now, mad wag? What a devil dost thou in Warwickshire?—My good Lord of Westmoreland, I cry you mercy: I thought your Honor had already been at Shrewsbury.

 

WESTMORELAND

Faith, Sir John,’tis more than time that I were there and you, too, but my powers (army) are there already. The King, I can tell you, looks for us all. We must away all night.

 

WESTMORELAND

Faith, Sir John,’tis more than time that I were there and you too, but my powers are there already. The King, I can tell you, looks for us all. We must away all night.

 

FALSTAFF

Tut, never fear [for] me. I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.

 

FALSTAFF

Tut, never fear me. I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.

 

PRINCE HENRY

I think to steal cream, indeed, for thy theft hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, whose fellows are these that come after (behind you)?

 

PRINCE HENRY

I think to steal cream indeed, for thy theft hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, whose fellows are these that come after?

 

FALSTAFF

Mine, Hal, mine.

 

FALSTAFF

Mine, Hal, mine.

 

PRINCE HENRY

I did never see such pitiful rascals.

 

PRINCE HENRY

I did never see such pitiful rascals.

 

FALSTAFF

Tut, tut, good enough to toss (toss away); food for powder (gunpowder), food for powder. They’ll fill a pit [for corpses] as well as better. Tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.

 

FALSTAFF

Tut, tut, good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder. They’ll fill a pit as well as better. Tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.

 

WESTMORELAND

Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor and bare, too beggarly.

 

WESTMORELAND

Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor and bare, too beggarly.

 

FALSTAFF

Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had that [from], and for their bareness (leanness), I am sure they never learned that of me.

 

FALSTAFF

Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had that, and for their bareness, I am sure they never learned that of me.

 

PRINCE HENRY

No, I’ll be sworn, unless you call three fingers [width of fat] in the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste. Percy is already in the field.

Exit PRINCE.

PRINCE HENRY

No, I’ll be sworn, unless you call three fingers in the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste. Percy is already in the field.

Exit PRINCE.

 

FALSTAFF

What, is the King encamped?

 

FALSTAFF

What, is the King encamped?

 

WESTMORELAND

He is, Sir John. I fear we shall stay too long.

 

WESTMORELAND

He is, Sir John. I fear we shall stay too long.

 

FALSTAFF

   Well,

To [be going to] the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast

Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.

 

FALSTAFF

   Well,

To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast

Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.

 

Exeunt

Exeunt

 

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