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Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Falstaff |
239 |
Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go not,
I'll hang you for going.
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2 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 3] |
Hotspur (Henry Percy) |
488 |
Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,
That wished him on the barren mountains starve.
But shall it be that you, that set the crown
Upon the head of this forgetful man
And for his sake wear the detested blot
Of murderous subornation, shall it be,
That you a world of curses undergo,
Being the agents, or base second means,
The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?
O, pardon me that I descend so low,
To show the line and the predicament
Wherein you range under this subtle king;
Shall it for shame be spoken in these days,
Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
That men of your nobility and power
Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,
As both of you—God pardon it!—have done,
To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
An plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
And shall it in more shame be further spoken,
That you are fool'd, discarded and shook off
By him for whom these shames ye underwent?
No; yet time serves wherein you may redeem
Your banish'd honours and restore yourselves
Into the good thoughts of the world again,
Revenge the jeering and disdain'd contempt
Of this proud king, who studies day and night
To answer all the debt he owes to you
Even with the bloody payment of your deaths:
Therefore, I say—
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3 |
Henry IV, Part I
[II, 2] |
Henry V |
746 |
Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! what a brawling dost
thou keep!
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4 |
Henry IV, Part I
[II, 2] |
Henry V |
772 |
Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close
to the ground and list if thou canst hear the tread
of travellers.
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5 |
Henry IV, Part I
[II, 2] |
Falstaff |
775 |
Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down?
'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot
again for all the coin in thy father's exchequer.
What a plague mean ye to colt me thus?
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6 |
Henry IV, Part I
[II, 2] |
Henry V |
782 |
Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler?
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7 |
Henry IV, Part I
[II, 2] |
Falstaff |
796 |
You lie, ye rogue; 'tis going to the king's tavern.
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Henry IV, Part I
[II, 2] |
Falstaff |
827 |
Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone? No, ye
fat chuffs: I would your store were here! On,
bacons, on! What, ye knaves! young men must live.
You are Grand-jurors, are ye? we'll jure ye, 'faith.
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9 |
Henry IV, Part I
[II, 4] |
Edward Poins |
1079 |
As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark ye; what
cunning match have you made with this jest of the
drawer? come, what's the issue?
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10 |
Henry IV, Part I
[II, 4] |
Edward Poins |
1132 |
'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, by the
Lord, I'll stab thee.
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11 |
Henry IV, Part I
[II, 4] |
Falstaff |
1252 |
By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye.
Why, hear you, my masters: was it for me to kill the
heir-apparent? should I turn upon the true prince?
why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules: but
beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true
prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was now a
coward on instinct. I shall think the better of
myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant
lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by the Lord,
lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess, clap
to the doors: watch to-night, pray to-morrow.
Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles
of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be
merry? shall we have a play extempore?
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12 |
Henry IV, Part I
[II, 4] |
Falstaff |
1338 |
O' horseback, ye cuckoo; but afoot he will not budge a foot.
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13 |
Henry IV, Part I
[II, 4] |
Falstaff |
1340 |
I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too,
and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more:
Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's
beard is turned white with the news: you may buy
land now as cheap as stinking mackerel.
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14 |
Henry IV, Part I
[II, 4] |
Falstaff |
1426 |
'Sblood, my lord, they are false: nay, I'll tickle
ye for a young prince, i' faith.
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15 |
Henry IV, Part I
[II, 4] |
Falstaff |
1470 |
Out, ye rogue! Play out the play: I have much to
say in the behalf of that Falstaff.
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Henry IV, Part I
[III, 1] |
Hotspur (Henry Percy) |
1681 |
I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land
To any well-deserving friend;
But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?
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17 |
Henry IV, Part I
[III, 1] |
Lady Percy |
1780 |
Go, ye giddy goose.
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18 |
Henry IV, Part I
[III, 1] |
Lady Percy |
1785 |
Then should you be nothing but musical for you are
altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief,
and hear the lady sing in Welsh.
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Henry IV, Part I
[III, 1] |
Hotspur (Henry Percy) |
1812 |
'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast
teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away
within these two hours; and so, come in when ye will.
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20 |
Henry IV, Part I
[III, 3] |
Falstaff |
2068 |
Ye lie, hostess: Bardolph was shaved and lost many
a hair; and I'll be sworn my pocket was picked. Go
to, you are a woman, go.
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