| ACT II SCENE II | London. Another street. | |
| | Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Before God, I am exceeding weary. | |
| POINS | Is't come to that? I had thought weariness durst not | |
| | have attached one of so high blood. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Faith, it does me; though it discolours the | 5 |
| | complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth | |
| | it not show vilely in me to desire small beer? | |
| POINS | Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied as | |
| | to remember so weak a composition. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Belike then my appetite was not princely got; for, | 10 |
| | by my troth, I do now remember the poor creature, | |
| | small beer. But, indeed, these humble | |
| | considerations make me out of love with my | |
| | greatness. What a disgrace is it to me to remember | |
| | thy name! or to know thy face to-morrow! or to | 15 |
| | take note how many pair of silk stockings thou | |
| | hast, viz. these, and those that were thy | |
| | peach-coloured ones! or to bear the inventory of thy | |
| | shirts, as, one for superfluity, and another for | |
| | use! But that the tennis-court-keeper knows better | 20 |
| | than I; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee when | |
| | thou keepest not racket there; as thou hast not done | |
| | a great while, because the rest of thy low | |
| | countries have made a shift to eat up thy holland: | |
| | and God knows, whether those that bawl out the ruins | 25 |
| | of thy linen shall inherit his kingdom: but the | |
| | midwives say the children are not in the fault; | |
| | whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are | |
| | mightily strengthened. | |
| POINS | How ill it follows, after you have laboured so hard, | 30 |
| | you should talk so idly! Tell me, how many good | |
| | young princes would do so, their fathers being so | |
| | sick as yours at this time is? | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins? | |
| POINS | Yes, faith; and let it be an excellent good thing. | 35 |
| PRINCE HENRY | It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine. | |
| POINS | Go to; I stand the push of your one thing that you | |
| | will tell. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Marry, I tell thee, it is not meet that I should be | |
| | sad, now my father is sick: albeit I could tell | 40 |
| | thee, as to one it pleases me, for fault of a | |
| | better, to call my friend, I could be sad, and sad | |
| | indeed too. | |
| POINS | Very hardly upon such a subject. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | By this hand thou thinkest me as far in the devil's | 45 |
| | book as thou and Falstaff for obduracy and | |
| | persistency: let the end try the man. But I tell | |
| | thee, my heart bleeds inwardly that my father is so | |
| | sick: and keeping such vile company as thou art | |
| | hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow. | 50 |
| POINS | The reason? | |
| PRINCE HENRY | What wouldst thou think of me, if I should weep? | |
| POINS | I would think thee a most princely hypocrite. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | It would be every man's thought; and thou art a | |
| | blessed fellow to think as every man thinks: never | 55 |
| | a man's thought in the world keeps the road-way | |
| | better than thine: every man would think me an | |
| | hypocrite indeed. And what accites your most | |
| | worshipful thought to think so? | |
| POINS | Why, because you have been so lewd and so much | 60 |
| | engraffed to Falstaff. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | And to thee. | |
| POINS | By this light, I am well spoke on; I can hear it | |
| | with my own ears: the worst that they can say of | |
| | me is that I am a second brother and that I am a | 65 |
| | proper fellow of my hands; and those two things, I | |
| | confess, I cannot help. By the mass, here comes Bardolph. | |
| | Enter BARDOLPH and Page | |
| PRINCE HENRY | And the boy that I gave Falstaff: a' had him from | |
| | me Christian; and look, if the fat villain have not | |
| | transformed him ape. | 70 |
| BARDOLPH | God save your grace! | |
| PRINCE HENRY | And yours, most noble Bardolph! | |
| BARDOLPH | Come, you virtuous ass, you bashful fool, must you | |
| | be blushing? wherefore blush you now? What a | |
| | maidenly man-at-arms are you become! Is't such a | 75 |
| | matter to get a pottle-pot's maidenhead? | |
| Page | A' calls me e'en now, my lord, through a red | |
| | lattice, and I could discern no part of his face | |
| | from the window: at last I spied his eyes, and | |
| | methought he had made two holes in the ale-wife's | 80 |
| | new petticoat and so peeped through. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Has not the boy profited? | |
| BARDOLPH | Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away! | |
| Page | Away, you rascally Althaea's dream, away! | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Instruct us, boy; what dream, boy? | 85 |
| Page | Marry, my lord, Althaea dreamed she was delivered | |
| | of a fire-brand; and therefore I call him her dream. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | A crown's worth of good interpretation: there 'tis, | |
| | boy. | |
| POINS | O, that this good blossom could be kept from | 90 |
| | cankers! Well, there is sixpence to preserve thee. | |
| BARDOLPH | An you do not make him hanged among you, the | |
| | gallows shall have wrong. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | And how doth thy master, Bardolph? | |
| BARDOLPH | Well, my lord. He heard of your grace's coming to | 95 |
| | town: there's a letter for you. | |
| POINS | Delivered with good respect. And how doth the | |
| | martlemas, your master? | |
| BARDOLPH | In bodily health, sir. | |
| POINS | Marry, the immortal part needs a physician; but | 100 |
| | that moves not him: though that be sick, it dies | |
| | not. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | I do allow this wen to be as familiar with me as my | |
| | dog; and he holds his place; for look you how be writes. | |
| POINS | Reads | |
| | know that, as oft as he has occasion to name | 105 |
| | himself: even like those that are kin to the king; | |
| | for they never prick their finger but they say, | |
| | 'There's some of the king's blood spilt.' 'How | |
| | comes that?' says he, that takes upon him not to | |
| | conceive. The answer is as ready as a borrower's | 110 |
| | cap, 'I am the king's poor cousin, sir.' | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it | |
| | from Japhet. But to the letter. | |
| POINS | Reads | |
| | the king, nearest his father, Harry Prince of | |
| | Wales, greeting.' Why, this is a certificate. | 115 |
| PRINCE HENRY | Peace! | |
| POINS | Reads | |
| | brevity:' he sure means brevity in breath, | |
| | short-winded. 'I commend me to thee, I commend | |
| | thee, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with | |
| | Poins; for he misuses thy favours so much, that he | 120 |
| | swears thou art to marry his sister Nell. Repent | |
| | at idle times as thou mayest; and so, farewell. | |
| | Thine, by yea and no, which is as much as to | |
| | say, as thou usest him, JACK FALSTAFF with my | |
| | familiars, JOHN with my brothers and sisters, | 125 |
| | and SIR JOHN with all Europe.' | |
| | My lord, I'll steep this letter in sack and make him eat it. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | That's to make him eat twenty of his words. But do | |
| | you use me thus, Ned? must I marry your sister? | |
| POINS | God send the wench no worse fortune! But I never said so. | 130 |
| PRINCE HENRY | Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the | |
| | spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. | |
| | Is your master here in London? | |
| BARDOLPH | Yea, my lord. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Where sups he? doth the old boar feed in the old frank? | 135 |
| BARDOLPH | At the old place, my lord, in Eastcheap. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | What company? | |
| Page | Ephesians, my lord, of the old church. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Sup any women with him? | |
| Page | None, my lord, but old Mistress Quickly and | 140 |
| | Mistress Doll Tearsheet. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | What pagan may that be? | |
| Page | A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kinswoman of my master's. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Even such kin as the parish heifers are to the town | |
| | bull. Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper? | 145 |
| POINS | I am your shadow, my lord; I'll follow you. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your | |
| | master that I am yet come to town: there's for | |
| | your silence. | |
| BARDOLPH | I have no tongue, sir. | 150 |
| Page | And for mine, sir, I will govern it. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Fare you well; go. | |
| | Exeunt BARDOLPH and Page | |
| | This Doll Tearsheet should be some road. | |
| POINS | I warrant you, as common as the way between Saint | |
| | Alban's and London. | 155 |
| PRINCE HENRY | How might we see Falstaff bestow himself to-night | |
| | in his true colours, and not ourselves be seen? | |
| POINS | Put on two leathern jerkins and aprons, and wait | |
| | upon him at his table as drawers. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | From a God to a bull? a heavy decension! it was | 160 |
| | Jove's case. From a prince to a prentice? a low | |
| | transformation! that shall be mine; for in every | |
| | thing the purpose must weigh with the folly. | |
| | Follow me, Ned. | |
| | Exeunt | |