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Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4] |
Doll Tearsheet |
1382 |
Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What! you poor,
base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy
rogue, away! I am meat for your master.
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2 |
Henry IV, Part II
[III, 2] |
Francis Feeble |
2093 |
By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe
a death. I'll ne'er bear a base mind. An't be my destiny, so;
an't be not, so. No man's too good to serve 's Prince; and,
it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for
next.
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3 |
Henry IV, Part II
[III, 2] |
Francis Feeble |
2102 |
Faith, I'll bear no base mind.
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4 |
Henry IV, Part II
[IV, 1] |
Earl of Westmoreland |
2235 |
Then, my lord,
Unto your Grace do I in chief address
The substance of my speech. If that rebellion
Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rags,
And countenanc'd by boys and beggary-
I say, if damn'd commotion so appear'd
In his true, native, and most proper shape,
You, reverend father, and these noble lords,
Had not been here to dress the ugly form
Of base and bloody insurrection
With your fair honours. You, Lord Archbishop,
Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd,
Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd,
Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd,
Whose white investments figure innocence,
The dove, and very blessed spirit of peace-
Wherefore you do so ill translate yourself
Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace,
Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war;
Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood,
Your pens to lances, and your tongue divine
To a loud trumpet and a point of war?
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5 |
Henry IV, Part II
[V, 3] |
Pistol |
3500 |
Puff!
Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend,
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,
And golden times, and happy news of price.
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6 |
Henry IV, Part II
[V, 3] |
Pistol |
3508 |
A foutra for the world and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys.
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7 |
Henry IV, Part II
[V, 3] |
Falstaff |
3510 |
O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?
Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
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8 |
Henry IV, Part II
[V, 5] |
Pistol |
3620 |
My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver
And make thee rage.
Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
Is in base durance and contagious prison;
Hal'd thither
By most mechanical and dirty hand.
Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto's snake,
For Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.
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