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Consideration, like an angel, came
And whipped the offending Adam out of him.

      — King Henry V, Act I Scene 1

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Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4]

Hostess Quickly

1654

All vict'lers do so. What's a joint of mutton or two
whole Lent?

2

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.

3

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 2]

Henry IV

3292

This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,
Sits not so easy on me as you think.
Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear.
This is the English, not the Turkish court;
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,
But Harry Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, by my faith, it very well becomes you.
Sorrow so royally in you appears
That I will deeply put the fashion on,
And wear it in my heart. Why, then, be sad;
But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
Than a joint burden laid upon us all.
For me, by heaven, I bid you be assur'd,
I'll be your father and your brother too;
Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares.
Yet weep that Harry's dead, and so will I;
But Harry lives that shall convert those tears
By number into hours of happiness.

4

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 4]

Hostess Quickly

3558

No, thou arrant knave; I would to God that I might die,
that I might have thee hang'd. Thou hast drawn my shoulder out of
joint.

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