Henry IV Part 2

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 2 Scene 4

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DOLL TEARSHEET

By my troth, thou 'lt set me a-weeping an thou sayest so.
235Prove that ever I dress myself handsome till thy return. Well,
harken a' th' end.

DOLL TEARSHEET

I swear, you’ll make me cry if you talk like that. I won’t wear any beautiful clothing till you return. Well, we’ll see what happens.

FALSTAFF

Some sack, Francis.

FALSTAFF

Some wine, Francis.

PRINCE HENRY AND POINS

Anon, anon, sir.

PRINCE HENRY AND POINS

Right away, sir!
Coming forward
PRINCE HENRY and POINS reveal themselves.

FALSTAFF

Ha? A bastard son of the King’s?—And art not thou
240Poins his brother?

FALSTAFF

What! A bastard son of the King? And aren’t you Poins, his brother?

PRINCE HENRY

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

PRINCE HENRY

Your globe, covered with continents of sin! What kind of life are you leading?

FALSTAFF

A better than thou. I am a gentleman. Thou art a drawer.

FALSTAFF

A better life than you. I’m a gentleman and you’re just a drawer.

PRINCE HENRY

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

PRINCE HENRY

That’s right, sir. And I’m going to draw you out of this room by the ears.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

245O, 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?

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Oh, may God bless you, sir. I swear, welcome to London. God bless that sweet face of yours! Oh Jesus! Have you come from Wales?

FALSTAFF

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

FALSTAFF

You son of a bitch, you insane block of royalty! (indicating DOLL) I swear on this piece of weak flesh and corrupt blood that you’re welcome here!

DOLL TEARSHEET

250How? You fat fool, I scorn you.

DOLL TEARSHEET

What? You fat fool! The hell with you!

POINS

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

POINS

My lord, if you don’t strike while the iron’s hot, he’ll turn everything into a joke and rob you of your chance for revenge.

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