No Fear Shakespeare
Henry IV Part 2
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Act 2, Scene 2, Page 3
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PRINCE HENRY
It would be every man’s thought, and thou art a blessed
fellow to think as every man thinks. Never a man’s thought
in the world keeps the roadway better than thine. Every man
would think me an hypocrite indeed. And what accites your
most worshipful thought to think so?
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PRINCE HENRY
That’s what everyone would be thinking. And what’s great about you is that you think just the way everyone else does: nobody sticks to popular opinion quite as well as you. Everyone would think I was a hypocrite, indeed. And, your honor, what makes you think that?
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POINS
Why, because you have been so lewd and so much engraffed
to Falstaff.
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POINS
Because you’ve behaved so badly, and because you’re so attached to Falstaff.
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PRINCE HENRY
And to thee.
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PRINCE HENRY
And to you.
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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 proper fellow of my hands; and those
two things, I confess, I cannot help. By the Mass, here comes
Bardolph.
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POINS
Honestly, people think highly of me; I hear their praises with my own ears. The worst thing they can say about me is that, as a younger brother, I’ve had no inheritance from my family, and that I’m a good fighter. And I can’t help either of those things. By God, here comes Bardolph.
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Enter BARDOLPH and the PAGE
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PRINCE HENRY
And the boy that I gave Falstaff. He had him from me
Christian, and look if the fat villain have not transformed
him ape.
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PRINCE HENRY
And the boy who I sent to work for Falstaff. He was a normal boy when I sent him, and now look: the fat bastard’s turned him into an ape.
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BARDOLPH
God save your Grace.
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BARDOLPH
God save your grace!
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PRINCE HENRY
And yours, most noble Bardolph.
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PRINCE HENRY
And yours, most noble Bardolph!
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POINS
(to 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 matter
to get a pottle-pot’s maidenhead?
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POINS
(to BARDOLPH) Come on, you principled ass, you timid fool! Why are you blushing? What a womanly solider you are! Is it that big a deal to deflower a two-quart tankard of ale?
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