No Fear Shakespeare
Henry IV Part 1
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Act 4, Scene 2, Page 3
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FALSTAFF
What, Hal, how now, mad wag? What a devil dost thou in
Warwickshire?—My good Lord of Westmoreland, I cry you
mercy: I thought your Honor had already been at
Shrewsbury.
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FALSTAFF
Hello there, Hal, you crazy boy! What in the devil’s name are you doing in Warwickshire? And Lord Westmoreland, I beg your pardon. I thought you were already at Shrewsbury.
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WESTMORELAND
Faith, Sir John,’tis more than time that I were there and you
too, but my powers are there already. The King, I can tell
you, looks for us all. We must away all night.
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WESTMORELAND
You’re right, Sir John; it’s about time I got there, and you, too. But my army’s already there. The King is waiting for us, so we must march all night.
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FALSTAFF
Tut, never fear me. I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.
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FALSTAFF
Don’t worry about me. I’m as focused as a cat looking for cream to steal.
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PRINCE HENRY
I think to steal cream indeed, for thy theft hath already made
thee butter. But tell me, Jack, whose fellows are these that
come after?
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PRINCE HENRY
Steal cream is right—you’ve stolen so much that it’s turned you into butter. But tell me, Jack, whose soldiers are those?
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FALSTAFF
Mine, Hal, mine.
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FALSTAFF
Mine, Hal, mine.
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PRINCE HENRY
I did never see such pitiful rascals.
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PRINCE HENRY
I never saw such pitiful-looking losers.
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FALSTAFF
Tut, tut, good enough to toss; food for powder, food for
powder. They’ll fill a pit as well as better. Tush, man,
mortal men, mortal men.
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FALSTAFF
Now, now: they’re good enough to die. Cannon fodder, cannon fodder—they’ll fill a mass grave as well as better men would. They’re just men, just men.
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WESTMORELAND
Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor and
bare, too beggarly.
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WESTMORELAND
Maybe so, Sir John, but I think they look terribly poor and bare; they look like beggars.
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FALSTAFF
Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had that, and
for their bareness, I am sure they never learned that of me.
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FALSTAFF
Well, I don’t know where they got their poverty, but their bareness—or their bare-bonedness—well, they didn’t get that from me.
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PRINCE HENRY
No, I’ll be sworn, unless you call three fingers in the ribs
bare. But, sirrah, make haste. Percy is already in the field.
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PRINCE HENRY
That’s for sure. Unless you think several inches of fat over your ribs makes you “bare-boned.” But hurry up, sirrah: Percy is already at the battlefield.
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