ACT 2
Scene 2
...a great fool.
Enter the Prince and Poins.
...am exceeding weary.
Is ’t come to that? I had thought weariness durst
not have attached one of so high blood.
...desire small beer?
Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied
as to remember so weak a composition.
...are mightily strengthened.
How ill it follows, after you have labored so
hard, 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?
...one thing, Poins?
Yes, faith, and let it be an excellent good thing.
...breeding than thine.
Go to. I stand the push of your one thing that
you will tell.
...sad indeed too.
Very hardly, upon such a subject.
...ostentation of sorrow.
The reason?
...I should weep?
I would think thee a most princely hypocrite.
...to think so?
Why, because you have been so lewd and so
much engraffed to Falstaff.
...And to thee.
By this light, I am well spoke on. I can hear it
with mine 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.
...most noble Bardolph.
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?
...the Page money.
O, that this good blossom could be kept from
cankers! Well, there is sixpence to preserve thee.
He gives the Page money.
...Prince a paper.
Delivered with good respect. And how doth the
Martlemas your master?
...bodily health, sir.
Marry, the immortal part needs a physician, but
that moves not him. Though that be sick, it dies not.
...how he writes.
He shows the letter to Poins.
reads the superscription
John Falstaff, knight.
Every man must know that as oft as he has occasion
to name 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
cap: “I am the King’s poor cousin, sir.”
...of Wales, greeting.
Why, this is a certificate.
...Romans in brevity.
He sure means brevity in breath, short-winded.
...with all Europe.
My lord, I’ll steep this letter in sack and make
him eat it.
...marry your sister?
God send the wench no worse fortune! But I
never said so.
...Ned, at supper?
I am your shadow, my lord. I’ll follow you.
...be some road.
I warrant you, as common as the way between
Saint Albans and London.
...ourselves be seen?
Put on two leathern jerkins and aprons, and
wait upon him at his table as drawers.
...Follow me, Ned.
They exit.
Scene 4
...body for heaven?
Enter behind them Prince and Poins disguised.
...ears cut off?
Let’s beat him before his whore.
...like a parrot.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years
outlive performance?
...almanac to that?
And look whether the fiery trigon, his man, be
not lisping to his master’s old tables, his notebook,
his counsel keeper.
...Some sack, Francis.
PRINCE, POINS, coming forward
Anon, anon, sir.
...I scorn you.
My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge
and turn all to a merriment if you take not the heat.
...No abuse, Hal.
No abuse?
...of the wicked?
Answer, thou dead elm, answer.
...good night.
Prince, Peto, and Poins exit.