Speeches (Lines) for Pistol
in "Henry IV, Part II"
Total: 31

1

II,4,1371

God save you, Sir John!

2

II,4,1375

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

3

II,4,1381

Then to you, Mistress Dorothy; I will charge you.

4

II,4,1385

I know you, Mistress Dorothy.

5

II,4,1393

God let me not live but I will murder your ruff for

6

II,4,1413

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

7

II,4,1417

I'll see her damn'd first; to Pluto's damn'd lake, by
hand, to th' infernal deep, with Erebus and tortures vile...

8

II,4,1427

These be good humours, indeed! Shall packhorses,
And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,...

9

II,4,1437

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

10

II,4,1443

Then feed and be fat, my fair Calipolis.
Come, give's some sack....

11

II,4,1451

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

12

II,4,1457

Thrust him down stairs! Know we not Galloway nags?

13

II,4,1463

What! shall we have incision? Shall we imbrue?
[Snatching up his sword]...

14

V,3,3494

Sir John, God save you!

15

V,3,3496

Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet
thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm.

16

V,3,3500

Puff!
Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!...

17

V,3,3508

A foutra for the world and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys.

18

V,3,3513

Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
And shall good news be baffled?...

19

V,3,3517

Why, then, lament therefore.

20

V,3,3523

Under which king, Bezonian? Speak, or die.

21

V,3,3525

Harry the Fourth—or Fifth?

22

V,3,3527

A foutra for thine office!
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is King;...

23

V,3,3533

As nail in door. The things I speak are just.

24

V,3,3541

What, I do bring good news?

25

V,3,3554

Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
'Where is the life that late I led?' say they....

26

V,5,3596

God bless thy lungs, good knight!

27

V,5,3616

'Tis 'semper idem' for 'obsque hoc nihil est.' 'Tis all
every part.

28

V,5,3620

My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver
And make thee rage....

29

V,5,3630

There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.

30

V,5,3633

The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of

31

V,5,3695

Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta.