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The second Part of King Henry the Fourth.

I haue long dream'd of such a kinde of man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so prophane:
But being awake, I do despise my dreame.
Make lesse thy body (hence) and more thy Grace,
Leaue gourmandizing; Know the Graue doth gape
For thee, thrice wider then for other men.
Reply not to me, with a Foole-borne Iest,
Presume not, that I am the thing I was,
For heauen doth know (so shall the world perceiue)
That I haue turn'd away my former Selfe,
So will I those that kept me Companie.
When thou dost heare I am, as I haue bin,
Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou was't
The Tutor and the Feeder of my Riots:
Till then, I banish thee, on paine of death,
As I haue done the rest of my Misleaders,
Not to come neere our Person, by ten mile.
For competence of life, I will allow you,
That lacke of meanes enforce you not to euill:
And as we heare you do reforme your selues,
We will according to your strength, and qualities,
Giue you aduancement. Be it your charge (my Lord)
Exit King.To see perform'd the tenure of our word. Set on.

Fal.
Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.

Shal.
I marry Sir Iohn, which I beseech you to let me
haue home with me.

Fal.
That can hardly be, M. Shallow, do not you grieue
at this: I shall be sent for in priuate to him: Looke you,
he must seeme thus to the world: feare not your aduancement:
I will be the man yet, that shall make you great.

Shal.
I cannot well perceiue how, vnlesse you should
giue me your Doublet, and stuffe me out with Straw. I
beseech you, good Sir Iohn, let mee haue fiue hundred of
my thousand.

Fal.
Sir, I will be as good as my word. This that you
heard, was but a colour.

Shall.
A colour I feare, that you will dye in, Sir Iohn.

Fal.
Feare no colours, go with me to dinner:
Come Lieutenant Pistol, come Bardolfe,
I shall be sent for soone at night.

Ch.Iust.
Go carry Sir Iohn Falstaffe to the Fleete,
Take all his Company along with him.

Fal.
My Lord, my Lord.

Ch.Iust.
I cannot now speake, I will heare you soone:
Take them away.

Pist.
Si fortuna me tormento, spera me contento.
Exit. Manent Lancaster and Chiefe Iustice. 

Iohn.
I like this faire proceeding of the Kings:
He hath intent his wonted Followers
Shall all be very well prouided for:
But all are banisht, till their conuersations
Appeare more wise, and modest to the world.

Ch.Iust.
And so they are.

Iohn.
The King hath call'd his Parliament,
My Lord.

Ch.Iust.
He hath.

Iohn. I will lay oddes, that ere this yeere expire,
We beare our Ciuill Swords, and Natiue fire
As farre as France. I heare a Bird so sing,
Whose Musicke (to my thinking) pleas'd the King.
Exeunt.Come, will you hence?


FINIS.