Henry IV, Pt. 2
Epilogue
Epilogue
1 - 38
1 - 38
-
First
my
fear
,
then
my
cur’sy
,
last
my
speech
.
-
My
fear
,
is
your
displeasure
,
my
cur’sy
,
my
-
duty
,
and
my
speech
,
to
beg
your
pardons
.
If
-
you
look
for
a
good
speech
now
,
you
undo
me
,
-
for
what
I
have
to
say
is
of
mine
own
making
,
-
and
what
indeed
(
I
should
say
)
will
(
I
doubt
)
-
prove
mine
own
marring
.
But
to
the
purpose
,
-
and
so
to
the
venture
.
Be
it
known
to
you
,
as
it
-
is
very
well
,
I
was
lately
here
in
the
end
of
a
-
displeasing
play
,
to
pray
your
patience
for
it
and
-
to
promise
you
a
better
.
I
meant
indeed
to
pay
-
you
with
this
,
which
if
like
an
ill
venture
it
come
-
unluckily
home
,
I
break
,
and
you
,
my
gentle
-
creditors
,
lose
.
Here
I
promis’d
you
I
would
be
,
-
and
here
I
commit
my
body
to
your
mercies
.
-
Bate
me
some
,
and
I
will
pay
you
some
,
-
and
(
as
most
debtors
do
)
promise
you
infinitely
;
-
and
so
I
kneel
down
before
you
—
but
,
indeed
,
to
-
pray
for
the
Queen
.
-
If
my
tongue
cannot
entreat
you
to
acquit
me
,
-
will
you
command
me
to
use
my
legs
?
And
yet
-
that
were
but
light
payment
,
to
dance
out
of
-
your
debt
.
But
a
good
conscience
will
make
any
-
possible
satisfaction
,
and
so
would
I
.
All
the
-
gentlewomen
here
have
forgiven
me
;
if
the
-
gentlemen
will
not
,
then
the
gentlemen
do
not
-
agree
with
the
gentlewomen
,
which
was
never
-
seen
in
such
an
assembly
.
-
One
word
more
,
I
beseech
you
.
If
you
be
not
-
too
much
cloy’d
with
fat
meat
,
our
humble
-
author
will
continue
the
story
,
with
Sir
John
in
it
,
-
and
make
you
merry
with
fair
Katherine
of
-
France
,
where
(
for
any
thing
I
know
)
Falstaff
-
shall
die
of
a
sweat
,
unless
already
’a
be
kill’d
-
with
your
hard
opinions
;
for
Oldcastle
died
a
-
martyr
,
and
this
is
not
the
man
.
My
tongue
is
-
weary
,
when
my
legs
are
too
,
I
will
bid
you
-
good
night
.