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Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1] |
Hostess Quickly |
812 |
Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself and the
too. Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet,
my Dolphin chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire,
Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the Prince broke thy head for
liking his father to singing-man of Windsor—thou didst swear
me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me
lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech,
butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
in to borrow a mess of vinegar, telling us she had a good
prawns, whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told
thee they were ill for green wound? And didst thou not, when
was gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so familiarity
such poor people, saying that ere long they should call me
And didst thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch the thirty
shillings? I put thee now to thy book-oath. Deny it, if thou
canst.
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2 |
Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1] |
Falstaff |
839 |
My lord, this is a poor mad soul, and she says up and
down the town that her eldest son is like you. She hath been
good case, and, the truth is, poverty hath distracted her.
for these foolish officers, I beseech you I may have redress
against them.
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3 |
Henry IV, Part II
[II, 2] |
Page |
1050 |
Marry, my lord, Althaea dreamt she was delivered of a
firebrand; and therefore I call him her dream.
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4 |
Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4] |
Falstaff |
1376 |
She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall not hardly offend
her.
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5 |
Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4] |
Hostess Quickly |
1597 |
God's blessing of your good heart! and so she is, by
troth.
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6 |
Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4] |
Henry V |
1623 |
See now, whether pure fear and entire cowardice doth
make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to close with us?
she of the wicked? Is thine hostess here of the wicked? Or is
boy of the wicked? Or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in
nose, of the wicked?
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7 |
Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4] |
Falstaff |
1641 |
For one of them—she's in hell already, and burns
souls. For th' other—I owe her money; and whether she be
for that, I know not.
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8 |
Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4] |
Hostess Quickly |
1702 |
O, run Doll, run, run, good Come. [To BARDOLPH] She
comes blubber'd.—Yea, will you come, Doll? Exeunt
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9 |
Henry IV, Part II
[III, 2] |
Falstaff |
2052 |
She lives, Master Shallow.
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10 |
Henry IV, Part II
[III, 2] |
Robert Shallow |
2053 |
She never could away with me.
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11 |
Henry IV, Part II
[III, 2] |
Falstaff |
2054 |
Never, never; she would always say she could not
Master Shallow.
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12 |
Henry IV, Part II
[III, 2] |
Robert Shallow |
2057 |
By the mass, I could anger her to th' heart. She was
a bona-roba. Doth she hold her own well?
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13 |
Henry IV, Part II
[III, 2] |
Robert Shallow |
2061 |
Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose but be old;
certain she's old; and had Robin Nightwork, by old Nightwork,
before I came to Clement's Inn.
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14 |
Henry IV, Part II
[III, 2] |
Ralph Mouldy |
2085 |
And, good Master Corporal Captain, for my old dame's
stand my friend. She has nobody to do anything about her when
am gone; and she is old, and cannot help herself. You shall
forty, sir.
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15 |
Henry IV, Part II
[IV, 4] |
Henry IV |
2854 |
And wherefore should these good news make me sick?
Will Fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach and no food-
Such are the poor, in health—or else a feast,
And takes away the stomach—such are the rich
That have abundance and enjoy it not.
I should rejoice now at this happy news;
And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy.
O me! come near me now I am much ill.
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16 |
Henry IV, Part II
[V, 4] |
First Beadle |
3561 |
The constables have delivered her over to me; and she
shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant her. There hath been
a man or two lately kill'd about her.
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17 |
Henry IV, Part II
[V, 4] |
First Beadle |
3578 |
Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.
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