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Henry IV, Part I
[I, 1] |
Henry IV |
79 |
Yea, there thou makest me sad and makest me sin
In envy that my Lord Northumberland
Should be the father to so blest a son,
A son who is the theme of honour's tongue;
Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant;
Who is sweet Fortune's minion and her pride:
Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him,
See riot and dishonour stain the brow
Of my young Harry. O that it could be proved
That some night-tripping fairy had exchanged
In cradle-clothes our children where they lay,
And call'd mine Percy, his Plantagenet!
Then would I have his Harry, and he mine.
But let him from my thoughts. What think you, coz,
Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners,
Which he in this adventure hath surprised,
To his own use he keeps; and sends me word,
I shall have none but Mordake Earl of Fife.
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Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Henry V |
113 |
Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack
and unbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping upon
benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to
demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know.
What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the
day? Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes
capons and clocks the tongues of bawds and dials the
signs of leaping-houses and the blessed sun himself
a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta, I see no
reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand
the time of the day.
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3 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Falstaff |
124 |
Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that take
purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not
by Phoebus, he,'that wandering knight so fair.' And,
I prithee, sweet wag, when thou art king, as, God
save thy grace,—majesty I should say, for grace
thou wilt have none,—
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4 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Falstaff |
134 |
Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not
us that are squires of the night's body be called
thieves of the day's beauty: let us be Diana's
foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the
moon; and let men say we be men of good government,
being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and
chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.
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Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Henry V |
141 |
Thou sayest well, and it holds well too; for the
fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and
flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is,
by the moon. As, for proof, now: a purse of gold
most resolutely snatched on Monday night and most
dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with
swearing 'Lay by' and spent with crying 'Bring in;'
now in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder
and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows.
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6 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Falstaff |
150 |
By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. And is not my
hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?
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7 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Falstaff |
158 |
Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many a
time and oft.
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8 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Falstaff |
161 |
No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there.
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9 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Falstaff |
164 |
Yea, and so used it that were it not here apparent
that thou art heir apparent—But, I prithee, sweet
wag, shall there be gallows standing in England when
thou art king? and resolution thus fobbed as it is
with the rusty curb of old father antic the law? Do
not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief.
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10 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Henry V |
170 |
No; thou shalt.
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11 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Henry V |
172 |
Thou judgest false already: I mean, thou shalt have
the hanging of the thieves and so become a rare hangman.
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12 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Henry V |
183 |
What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy of
Moor-ditch?
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13 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Falstaff |
185 |
Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art indeed
the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young
prince. But, Hal, I prithee, trouble me no more
with vanity. I would to God thou and I knew where a
commodity of good names were to be bought. An old
lord of the council rated me the other day in the
street about you, sir, but I marked him not; and yet
he talked very wisely, but I regarded him not; and
yet he talked wisely, and in the street too.
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14 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Henry V |
194 |
Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the
streets, and no man regards it.
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Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Falstaff |
196 |
O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed able
to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon
me, Hal; God forgive thee for it! Before I knew
thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man
should speak truly, little better than one of the
wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give
it over: by the Lord, and I do not, I am a villain:
I'll be damned for never a king's son in
Christendom.
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16 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Falstaff |
206 |
'Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an I
do not, call me villain and baffle me.
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17 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Edward Poins |
219 |
Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse?
what says Sir John Sack and Sugar? Jack! how
agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that thou
soldest him on Good-Friday last for a cup of Madeira
and a cold capon's leg?
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18 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Edward Poins |
227 |
Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil.
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19 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Falstaff |
242 |
Hal, wilt thou make one?
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Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Falstaff |
244 |
There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good
fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood
royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings.
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