No Fear Shakespeare
Henry IV Part 2
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Act 2, Scene 4, Page 17
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BARDOLPH
You must away to court, sir, presently.
A dozen captains stay at door for you.
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BARDOLPH
You have to go to the royal court immediately, sir. A dozen captains are at the door waiting for you.
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FALSTAFF
(to the PAGE) Pay the musicians, sirrah.—Farewell,
hostess.—Farewell, Doll. You see, my good wenches, how
men of merit are sought after. The undeserver may sleep
when the man of action is called on. Farewell, good
wenches. If I be not sent away post, I will see you again ere
I go.
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FALSTAFF
(to the PAGE) Pay the musicians, Sirrah. Goodbye, waitress. Goodbye, Doll. See, wenches, how wanted we valuable men are? The good-for-nothing may sleep when the man of action is needed. Farewell, good wenches. If I’m not sent away immediately, I’ll come see you again before I go.
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DOLL TEARSHEET
I cannot speak. If my heart be not ready to burst—well,
sweet Jack, have a care of thyself.
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DOLL TEARSHEET
I can’t speak; my heart is ready to burst. Well, sweet Jack, take care of yourself.
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FALSTAFF
Farewell, farewell.
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FALSTAFF
Farewell, farewell.
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Exeunt FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, PAGE, and musicians |
FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH exit. |
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MISTRESS QUICKLY
Well, fare thee well. I have known thee these twenty-nine
years, come peascod time, but an honester and truer-hearted
man—well, fare thee well.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY
Well, goodbye. I’ve known you twenty-nine years this June. But a more honest, more good-hearted man—well, fare you well.
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BARDOLPH
(within) Mistress Tearsheet!
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BARDOLPH
(offstage) Mistress Tearsheet!
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MISTRESS QUICKLY
What’s the matter?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY
What’s the matter?
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BARDOLPH
(within) Bid Mistress Tearsheet come to my master.
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BARDOLPH
(offstage) Mistress Tearsheet, come to my master.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY
O, run, Doll, run, run, good Doll. Come.—She comes
blubbered.—Yea! Will you come, Doll?
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MISTRESS QUICKLY
O, run, Doll, run; run, good Doll. Come.—She’s coming, all crying and blubbering.—Will you come, Doll?
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Exeunt |
They exit. |
