Henry IV Part 2

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 2 Scene 4

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BARDOLPH

160Come, get you downstairs.

BARDOLPH

Come on. Get downstairs.

PISTOL

What! shall we have incision? Shall we imbrue? (snatches up his sword) Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful
days. Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds
untwine the Sisters Three. Come, Atropos, I say.

PISTOL

What? Is there going to be

cutting

In Greek and Roman mythol-ogy, the Three Fates spun threads representing the life of each human being; Atropos, the third sister, cut the thread when life was finished.

cutting
now? Shall we be soaked in blood? (he grabs his sword) Then let death sing me a lullaby; let him end my melancholy days! Let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds unravel the thread of my life, spun by those three sisters of fate! Come, Atropos, cut off my thread!

MISTRESS QUICKLY

165Here’s goodly stuff toward!

MISTRESS QUICKLY

This ought to be good.

FALSTAFF

Give me my rapier, boy.

FALSTAFF

Give me my sword, boy.

DOLL TEARSHEET

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

DOLL TEARSHEET

Please, Jack, please; don’t fight!

FALSTAFF

Get you downstairs. (drawing and driving PISTO out)

FALSTAFF

Get downstairs! (he draws his sword and chases PISTOL)

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Here’s a goodly tumult. I’ll forswear keeping house afore
170I’ll be in these tirrits and frights. So, murder, I warrant now.
Alas, alas, put up your naked weapons, put up your naked
weapons.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

This is going to be some fight! I would sooner close this bar than put up with terrors and fits. It’s murder, I swear! Oh my! Oh my! Put away your naked weapons! Put away your naked weapons!
Exeunt PISTOL pursued by BARDOLPH
PISTOL exits, pursued by BARDOLPH.

DOLL TEARSHEET

I pray thee, Jack, be quiet. The rascal’s gone. Ah, you
whoreson little valiant villain, you.

DOLL TEARSHEET

Please, Jack, calm down; the jerk’s gone. Oh you son-of-a-bitch, brave little bastard, you!

MISTRESS QUICKLY

175Are you not hurt i' the groin? Methought he made a shrewd thrust at your belly.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Did he hurt you in the groin? I thought he got in a good shot at your belly.
Enter BARDOLPH
BARDOLPH enters.

FALSTAFF

Have you turned him out o' doors?

FALSTAFF

Did you kick him out of here?

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