Henry IV, Part 1

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 2 Scene 2

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POINS

Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge. When thou needest him, there thou shalt find him. Farewell, and stand fast.

POINS

Jack, sirrah, your horse is there behind the hedge. When you need him, that’s where you’ll find him. So long, and be brave.

FALSTAFF

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

FALSTAFF

I can’t hit him. I’d be hanged.

PRINCE HENRY

65 (aside to POINS ) Ned, where are our disguises?

PRINCE HENRY

(to POINS, so others cannot hear) Ned, where are our disguises?

POINS

(aside to PRINCE HENRY) Here, hard by. Stand close.

POINS

(to PRINCE HENRY) They’re here, close by. Now hide.
Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and POINS
PRINCE HENRY and POINS exit.

FALSTAFF

Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I. Every man to his business.

FALSTAFF

Now, men, here’s to happy endings. Every man to his station.
Enter the TRAVELERS
The TRAVELERS enter.

FIRST TRAVELER

Come, neighbor, the boy shall lead our horses down the hill.
70We’ll walk afoot awhile and ease our legs.

FIRST TRAVELER

Come on, friend. The boy will lead our horses down the hill while we walk a bit and stretch our legs.

THIEVES

Stand!

THIEVES

Freeze!

TRAVELERS

Jesus bless us!

TRAVELERS

Jesus bless us!

FALSTAFF

Strike! Down with them! Cut the villains' throats! Ah, whoreson caterpillars, bacon-fed knaves, they hate us youth. Down with them! Fleece them!

FALSTAFF

Hit them! Down with them! Cut their throats! Yahhhhh! No-good bloodsuckers! Overfed morons! They hate young people like us. Down with them! Rob them blind!

TRAVELERS

O, we are undone, both we and ours forever!

TRAVELERS

Oh! We’re done for!

FALSTAFF

Hang, you gorbellied knaves! Are you undone? No, you fat chuffs. I would your store were here. On, bacons, on! What, you knaves, young men must live. You are grandjurors, are you? We’ll jure you, faith.

FALSTAFF

Damn it, you potbellied morons, are you finished? No, you fat misers. I wish everything you owned were here. Come on, pigs, come on! What, you idiots! Young men have to survive. You’re

Grand Jurors

Refers to the fact that only wealthy men served on grand juries

Grand Jurors
, aren’t you? Well here’s some justice for you!