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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 1]

Robert Shallow

3140

By cock and pie, sir, you shall not away to-night.
What, Davy, I say!

2

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 1]

Robert Shallow

3143

I will not excuse you; you shall not be excus'd;
shall not be admitted; there is no excuse shall serve; you
not be excus'd. Why, Davy!

3

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 1]

(stage directions)

3148

Enter DAVY

4

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 1]

Robert Shallow

3150

Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy; let me see, Davy; let me see,
Davy; let me see—yea, marry, William cook, bid him come
Sir John, you shall not be excus'd.

5

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 1]

Robert Shallow

3156

With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook—are there
young pigeons?

6

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 1]

Robert Shallow

3168

'A shall answer it. Some pigeons, Davy, a couple of
short-legg'd hens, a joint of mutton, and any pretty little
kickshaws, tell William cook.

7

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 1]

Robert Shallow

3173

Yea, Davy; I will use him well. A friend i' th' court
better than a penny in purse. Use his men well, Davy; for
are arrant knaves and will backbite.

8

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 1]

Robert Shallow

3180

Well conceited, Davy—about thy business, Davy.

9

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 1]

Robert Shallow

3184

There, is many complaints, Davy, against that Visor.
Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge.

10

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 1]

Davy

3199

[Exit DAVY] Where are you, Sir John? Come, come, come,
with your boots. Give me your hand, Master Bardolph.

11

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 3]

(stage directions)

3394

Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOLPH, the PAGE, and DAVY

12

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 3]

Robert Shallow

3401

Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, Sir
-marry, good air. Spread, Davy, spread, Davy; well said,

13

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 3]

Falstaff

3405

This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your
serving-man and your husband.

14

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 3]

Robert Shallow

3421

Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.

15

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 3]

(stage directions)

3440

Re-enter DAVY

16

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 3]

Robert Shallow

3442

Davy!

17

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 3]

Bardolph

3463

An I might see you there, Davy!

18

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 3]

(stage directions)

3476

Exit DAVY

19

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 3]

(stage directions)

3487

Re-enter DAVY

20

Henry V
[IV, 8]

Henry V

2788

This note doth tell me of ten thousand French
That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this number,
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty six: added to these,
Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights:
So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;
The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, squires,
And gentlemen of blood and quality.
The names of those their nobles that lie dead:
Charles Delabreth, high constable of France;
Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France;
The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures;
Great Master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dolphin,
John Duke of Alencon, Anthony Duke of Brabant,
The brother of the Duke of Burgundy,
And Edward Duke of Bar: of lusty earls,
Grandpre and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix,
Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrale.
Here was a royal fellowship of death!
Where is the number of our English dead?
[Herald shews him another paper]
Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,
Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire:
None else of name; and of all other men
But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was here;
And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
Ascribe we all! When, without stratagem,
But in plain shock and even play of battle,
Was ever known so great and little loss
On one part and on the other? Take it, God,
For it is none but thine!