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      — Hamlet, Act I Scene 1

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1

Henry IV, Part II
[I, 2]

Falstaff

281

Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The
this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent
that intends to laughter, more than I invent or is invented
me. I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is
other men. I do here walk before thee like a sow that hath
overwhelm'd all her litter but one. If the Prince put thee
my service for any other reason than to set me off, why then
have no judgment. Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to
worn in my cap than to wait at my heels. I was never mann'd
an agate till now; but I will inset you neither in gold nor
silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back again to your
master, for a jewel—the juvenal, the Prince your master,
chin is not yet fledge. I will sooner have a beard grow in
palm of my hand than he shall get one off his cheek; and yet
will not stick to say his face is a face-royal. God may
when he will, 'tis not a hair amiss yet. He may keep it still
a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence out of
and yet he'll be crowing as if he had writ man ever since his
father was a bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he's
out of mine, I can assure him. What said Master Dommelton
the satin for my short cloak and my slops?

2

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1]

Lord Chief Justice

806

How comes this, Sir John? Fie! What man of good
temper would endure this tempest of exclamation? Are you not
ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so rough a course to come
her own?

3

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.

4

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1]

Lord Chief Justice

846

Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with
manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. It is not a
confident brow, nor the throng of words that come with such
than impudent sauciness from you, can thrust me from a level
consideration. You have, as it appears to me, practis'd upon
easy yielding spirit of this woman, and made her serve your
both in purse and in person.

5

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1]

Lord Chief Justice

858

Pray thee, peace. Pay her the debt you owe her,
unpay the villainy you have done with her; the one you may do
with sterling money, and the other with current repentance.

6

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1]

Falstaff

904

Will I live? [To BARDOLPH] Go, with her, with her;
on, hook on.

7

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1]

Falstaff

908

No more words; let's have her.

8

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.

9

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4]

Falstaff

1276

So is all her sect; and they be once in a calm, they
sick.

10

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4]

Falstaff

1352

He's no swagg'rer, hostess; a tame cheater, i' faith;
may stroke him as gently as a puppy greyhound. He'll not
with a Barbary hen, if her feathers turn back in any show of
resistance. Call him up, drawer.

11

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4]

Pistol

1375

I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.

12

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4]

Falstaff

1376

She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall not hardly offend
her.

13

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4]

Pistol

1413

Not I! I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could
her; I'll be reveng'd of her.

14

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4]

Pistol

1417

I'll see her damn'd first; to Pluto's damn'd lake, by
hand, to th' infernal deep, with Erebus and tortures vile
Hold hook and line, say I. Down, down, dogs! down, faitors!
we not Hiren here?

15

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4]

Hostess Quickly

1440

O' my word, Captain, there's none such here. What the
good-year! do you think I would deny her? For God's sake, be
quiet.

16

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.

17

Henry IV, Part II
[III, 2]

Ralph Mouldy

1959

I was prick'd well enough before, an you could have let
alone. My old dame will be undone now for one to do her
and her drudgery. You need not to have prick'd me; there are
other men fitter to go out than I.

18

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?

19

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.

20

Henry IV, Part II
[IV, 3]

Falstaff

2633

I know not. Here he is, and here I yield him; and I
beseech your Grace, let it be book'd with the rest of this
deeds; or, by the Lord, I will have it in a particular ballad
else, with mine own picture on the top on't, Colville kissing
foot; to the which course if I be enforc'd, if you do not all
show like gilt twopences to me, and I, in the clear sky of
o'ershine you as much as the full moon doth the cinders of
element, which show like pins' heads to her, believe not the
of the noble. Therefore let me have right, and let desert

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