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Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?

      — King Henry IV. Part II, Act III Scene 2

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1

Henry IV, Part II
[I, 1]

Lord Bardolph

238

We all that are engaged to this loss
Knew that we ventured on such dangerous seas
That if we wrought out life 'twas ten to one;
And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd
Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd;
And since we are o'erset, venture again.
Come, we will put forth, body and goods.

2

Henry IV, Part II
[I, 2]

Falstaff

486

Not so, my lord. Your ill angel is light; but hope
that looks upon me will take me without weighing. And yet in
respects, I grant, I cannot go—I cannot tell. Virtue is of
little regard in these costermongers' times that true valour
turn'd berod; pregnancy is made a tapster, and his quick wit
wasted in giving reckonings; all the other gifts appertinent
man, as the malice of this age shapes them, are not worth a
gooseberry. You that are old consider not the capacities of
that are young; you do measure the heat of our livers with
bitterness of your galls; and we that are in the vaward of
youth, must confess, are wags too.

3

Henry IV, Part II
[I, 3]

Lord Mowbray

609

I well allow the occasion of our amis;
But gladly would be better satisfied
How, in our means, we should advance ourselves
To look with forehead bold and big enough
Upon the power and puissance of the King.

4

Henry IV, Part II
[I, 3]

Lord Hastings

622

With him, we may.

5

Henry IV, Part II
[I, 3]

Lord Bardolph

623

Yea, marry, there's the point;
But if without him we be thought too feeble,
My judgment is we should not step too far
Till we had his assistance by the hand;
For, in a theme so bloody-fac'd as this,
Conjecture, expectation, and surmise
Of aids incertain, should not be admitted.

6

Henry IV, Part II
[I, 3]

Lord Bardolph

641

Yes, if this present quality of war-
Indeed the instant action, a cause on foot-
Lives so in hope, as in an early spring
We see th' appearing buds; which to prove fruit
Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair
That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build,
We first survey the plot, then draw the model;
And when we see the figure of the house,
Then we must rate the cost of the erection;
Which if we find outweighs ability,
What do we then but draw anew the model
In fewer offices, or at least desist
To build at all? Much more, in this great work—
Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down
And set another up—should we survey
The plot of situation and the model,
Consent upon a sure foundation,
Question surveyors, know our own estate
How able such a work to undergo-
To weigh against his opposite; or else
We fortify in paper and in figures,
Using the names of men instead of men;
Like one that draws the model of a house
Beyond his power to build it; who, half through,
Gives o'er and leaves his part-created cost
A naked subject to the weeping clouds
And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.

7

Henry IV, Part II
[I, 3]

Lord Hastings

668

Grant that our hopes—yet likely of fair birth—
Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd
The utmost man of expectation,
I think we are so a body strong enough,
Even as we are, to equal with the King.

8

Henry IV, Part II
[I, 3]

Lord Mowbray

716

Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on?

9

Henry IV, Part II
[I, 3]

Lord Hastings

717

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

10

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1]

Fang

728

Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.

11

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 2]

Henry V

1112

Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the
of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. Is your master
London?

12

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 2]

Henry V

1128

Even such kin as the parish heifers are to the town
Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper?

13

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 2]

Henry V

1142

How might we see Falstaff bestow himself to-night in
true colours, and not ourselves be seen?

14

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4]

Falstaff

1285

If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to
the diseases, Doll. We catch of you, Doll, we catch of you;
that, my poor virtue, grant that.

15

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?

16

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4]

Pistol

1427

These be good humours, indeed! Shall packhorses,
And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,
Which cannot go but thirty mile a day,
Compare with Caesars, and with Cannibals,
And Troiant Greeks? Nay, rather damn them with
King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar.
Shall we fall foul for toys?

17

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4]

Pistol

1437

Die men like dogs! Give crowns like pins! Have we not
here?

18

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4]

Pistol

1443

Then feed and be fat, my fair Calipolis.
Come, give's some sack.
'Si fortune me tormente sperato me contento.'
Fear we broadsides? No, let the fiend give fire.
Give me some sack; and, sweetheart, lie thou there.
[Laying down his sword]
Come we to full points here, and are etceteras nothings?

19

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4]

Pistol

1451

Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf. What! we have seen the
stars.

20

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4]

Pistol

1457

Thrust him down stairs! Know we not Galloway nags?

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