"Henry IV Part II" "Written by William Shakespeare." "Here, ho!" "Hold!" "What's he that goes there?" "I am Robert Shallow, sir, a poor esquire of this country." "Duke of Norfolk!" "Archbishop of York!" "Most royal imp of fame!" " The young prince hath misled me!" " 'Tis so." "And he my dog." "Helter-skelter have I rode to thee." "Never so few, and never yet more need." "Is your master here in London?" " On two leathern jerkins?" " Yea." "A good wit will make use of any thing." " What!" " You'll crack a quart together, ha!" "I have speeded hither with the very extremest inch of possibility." "Through Gloucestershire..." " Where have you been this while?" " We steal upon them." "In London?" "That can hardly be." " What's this?" " 'Tis Gaultree Forest." "As far as France, I heard a bird so sing, or it will seek me in another place." "Nay, they will be kin to us." "How now!" "Rain within doors and none abroad?" "Not so, my lord." "Albeit I could tell thee." " I cannot well perceive how." " Hold hook and line, say I." "Very hardly upon such a subject." "For in every thing, the purpose must weigh with the folly." "Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogshead?" "'Tis no matter." "Tell thou the Earl that the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here." "That light and weightless down perforce must move, her feathers turn back in any show of resistance." "I beseech you!" " Is't not so?" " By my troth, I care not!" "A' shall answer it." "Some pigeons, Davy." "A couple of short-legged hens." "But in new silk and old sack." " 'Tis with my mind." " 'Tis so, indeed." "What said Master Dombledon about the satin for my short cloak and slops?" "That makes a still-stand, running neither way, which cannot go but thirty mile a-day." "That he should draw his several strengths together!" "Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must need be had." "Like a rib of steel, to make strength stronger." " Hanging on Hotspur's neck?" " Yea." "O, give me the spare men!" "O, give me the spare men!" "Seven groats." " Here I yield him." " Seven groats." " Not that I am dead!" " What's this?" " Here's four Harry ten shillings." " Not that I am dead!" " Though that be sick, it dies not." " Why, he is dead." " No, no, my lord!" " Not so." " He cannot long hold out." " Better than I was!" "The apoplexy will certain be his end." "Is this proceeding just and honourable?" " I had as lief be hanged as go!" " What a maidenly man-at-arms!" " I confess, I cannot help." " I am well." " For my old dame's sake." " I cannot." "You can do it, sir." "He is retired." "I must a dozen mile to-night." " When, I pray you, sir?" " O' Thursday." " Ho!" "Who knocks?" " By cock and pie, you shall not." " Not able to invent anything?" " Happy am I!" " I thank thee with all my heart." " O' Thursday." " Who's here?" " Falstaff's men, as I think." " How now?" " Bunches of keys at their girdles." " Old Mistress!" " Fellow!" "Give me pardon, sir." "What's he that goes there?" " Two and twenty." " What's this?" "I am only old in judgment and understanding." " Doth any name particular belong?" " My name is Colevile." " I never knew." " Did not care." "You must excuse me." "God forbid, sir, but..." "I will not excuse you, you shall not be excused." " I am the King's poor cousin, sir." " My king!" "My Jove!" "How is this derived?" "In deeds dishonourable." "Ever in the rearward of the fashion, when means and lavish manners meet together." " If I have any vantage of ground..." " Look about, Davy." " How doth the good knight?" " May I ask how my lady doth?" "I am the king's poor cousin." "Who keeps the gate here, ho?" " Which king?" " Of England." " What pagan may that be?" " Such kin as the parish heifers." "I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus, I never knew." "Now the Lord lighten thee!" "Thou art a great fool." "How ill it follows, after you have laboured so hard..." " As if there were nothing else." " I speak the truth." "I beseech you, stand to me." "Who keeps the gate here, ho?" "Honest Ned, none." " Under which king?" " None, Ned, none." "What?" "We are a body strong enough to equal with the king." "Call we our high court of parliament." "And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel at Clement's Inn, by my learned counsel in the laws of this land-service." " A two-fold operation..." " Be quiet!" " For God's sake, be quiet!" " Up, vanity!" "Down, royal state!" " Why, there spoke a king." " A foutre for thine office!" " It not belongs to you." " How comes that?" "The butcher's wife, neither in gold nor silver, but in vile apparel, whose bosom burns, to us the imagined voice of God himself that I am a proper fellow of my hands." "Then plain and right must my possession be." "A poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house is no excuse." "With well-appointed powers, he is a man who with double surety binds, and it proceeds from policy, not love." "Be quiet!" "Doth this become your place, your time and business" " because you have been so lewd?" " Be quiet!" "And then imagine me taking your part, and never live to show the incredulous world!" "For God's sake, be quiet!" "Be quiet!" "See now, whether entire cowardice doth not make thee wrong." "Be quiet!" "Good people, bring a rescue or two!" " Thou bastardly rogue!" " Dost thou hear?" "Thou see'st with peril I have answered." "The thewes, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man!" "I am Robert Shallow, a poor esquire of this county." "I would have you served with the best to be a cold soldier." "What say thou to it?" "Wilt thou?" "Wilt thou?" "I could be sad, and sad indeed too." " Follow no further now." " What's this?" "Follow no further now." "I will not use many words with you." "Death is certain." "Go to, stand aside!" "I will bar no honest man." "Very well!" " Do ye yield, sir?" " 'Tah', would a' say." " He you not hurt i' the groin?" " No, I warrant you." " A' made a thrust at your belly." " By my troth, I care not." " You lie!" " Come, you she knight-errant!" "I came, saw, and overcame!" "O God, that right should thus overcome..." " Come, you rascal." " Wo't ta?" "I will have you!" "Let that suffice, most forcible Feeble." "I weary thee?" "O foolish youth!" "And dead almost." " It is often so, indeed." " Look you!" "It never yet did hurt." " Hold!" " Bullcalf!" "Would not this nave of a wheel have his ears cut off?" "Come, I charge you both!" " Thou wo't, wo't ta?" " Come here, Pistol!" " What tell you me of it?" " A man can die but once!" "You'll be a fool still." "He saw me, and yielded, that I may justly say!" "Come, you thin thing!" "I'll tell you what." "Let us withdraw." "Follow me, Ned." "How swiftly will this Feeble run off!" "Come, you rogue, come, bring me to a justice." "I'll tickle your catastrophe!" "London." "A street." "Here's Wart!" "See her damned!" "See her damned!" "Here's Wart!" "Let the fiend give fire!" " Is she of the wicked?" " She is pistol proof, sir." "Come hither, hostess." "There's none such here." "There's none such here." "But in vile apparel." " Your son did thus and thus." " Not so, my lord." "He gave it like a rude prince." " Well, be honest." " That I may justly say." " That errant malmsey-nose?" " His hat, but he hath forgot that." " Didst thou?" " No, no!" "In some respects." "She comes blubbered." "What accites your most worshipful thought to think so?" "A beard grow in the palm of my hand." "How do you now?" "Better than I was, hem!" "Let the fiend give fire!" "Be quiet!" "Be quiet!" "The answer is as ready as a borrower's cap." " What say you to it?" " It never yet did hurt." "What tell you me of it?" "Tortures vile!" "Whose zeal burns in his nose, of the wicked?" " More rushes!" " Boots!" "The reason?" " Because you have been so lewd?" " Well said!" " How do you now?" " You make fat rascals." "Marry, not in ashes and sackcloth?" "O Lord, ay!" "Doth it turn and ebb back to the sea?" " No, not so." " Throw the quean in the channel!" "Doth nothing but roast malt-worms?" " Cakes!" " Apple-johns?" " Small beer?" " Gravy, gravy, gravy!" " Mouldy stewed prunes!" " Dining-chambers!" " Metal." " A Barbary hen." "'Tis so." "And so, if her feathers turn back," "she must be old." "Therefore..." "Scullion!" " A Barbary hen!" " A Barbary hen!" "The purpose must weigh with the folly." "Let the fiend give fire!" "Take them away!" "Away, you scullion!" "Be it as it is." "I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, so surfeit-swell'd." "I am the king's poor cousin, sir." "My most royal liege!" "Will it please your grace to go along with us and commit the oldest sins?" "O pardon me, my liege!" " What's your name, sir?" " Master Bardolph." "And dub me knight, Samingo," "Esquire of this county." "Simon Shadow!" "Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown." "We've a number of shadows to fill up the muster-book." "Ralph Mouldy." "Thomas Wart." "I commend you well." "Francis Feeble, as valiant as the wrathful dove, or most magnanimous mouse, washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks." "O, give me always a little, lean, old, chapt, bald shot." "Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds, through the chamber where we stay'd." "Your likeliest men." "And I myself know well how troublesome it say upon my head." "It is a wonderful thing to see." "Teacheth, this prostrate and exterior bending." " Yea, my lord." " But look!" " Warwick!" " Warwick!" "But that's no marvel." "By my troth, welcome to London." "Let us take any man's horses!" "These six dry, round, old, withered knights and lusty lads roam here and there so merrily." "We shall do nothing but eat, and make good cheer." "These six dry, round, old, withered knights." "Thou dost give me flattering busses." "Not worth a gooseberry." "For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing." "In England the most valiant." "Quick, forgetive." "Put on leathern jerkins and aprons and wait upon him at his table." "Be it thy course to busy giddy minds." "I stand the push of your one thing." "Let that suffice." "Let us sway on." " For these foolish officers." " Right." "Davy, Davy." "Most royal imp of fame!" "Hang him, swaggering rascal!" "I cannot abide swaggerers." " You must excuse me." " You shall not be excused." "I have borne, and borne, and have been fubbed off, and fubbed off." " Wherefore blush you now?" " I spied his eyes." "Peace, good Doll!" "Do not speak like a death's-head." " Will you not!" " Yes, sir." "Humphrey, my son of Gloucester, there's a tester for thee, let the end try the man." " It will be an excellent stratagem." " It is good, yea, indeed it is." "There 'tis, boy." "A parcel-gilt goblet." "Learn this, Thomas, see if thou canst find out Sneak's noise." "But to the purpose and so to the venture." " God's blessing of your good heart!" " And praise God for the merry year!" "Hold!" "Good morrow!" "Good morrow!" "Hie thee!" "Who, he?" "A good-limbed fellow, young, strong, and of good friends." "Who keeps the gate here, ho?" "Who keeps the gate here?" "Good Master Fang." "Go, pluck him by the elbow, upon the power and puissance of the king." "If without him we be thought too feeble" "England shall give him office, honour, might." "I thank your pretty sweet wit for it." "But look you pray." "He may keep his own." " What's this?" " Thy peach-coloured ones!" "You mistake me, sir." "'Tis very true." "If I do feign." "How might we see?" "You shall not!" "Thou art a very ragged wart." "I know not your breeding." "From every region, apes of idleness!" " What tell you me of it?" " About thy business, Davy!" "Shall we go draw our numbers and set on?" "So, so, thou common dog!" "Away, you mouldy rogue, away!" "I charge you with a cup of sack!" "You whoreson, chops." " This is a poor mad soul." " Thou must not be in this humour..." "I cannot endure such a fustian rascal, thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig!" "I kiss thy neaf!" "Thy mother's son, and thy father's shadow!" "There are other men fitter?" "Away!" "Or I will ride thee o' nights like the mare." "Fie!" "What man of good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation?" "If you be not swinged, I'll..." "Jesu!" "Right!" "Go forth!" "Run!" "Run!" "Hang him, baboon!" "Comfort, your majesty." " What?" " Like a horse." "Let me see." "Instruct us, boy, what dream, boy?" "The prince and Master Poins anon, will put on two of our jerkins and aprons, one power against the French." "He leaves his back unarm'd." "Who should lead his force hither?" "King Henry IV in his nightgown, with a Page." "Sit down and..." "Come on, I'll tell thee what..." "Fly from the field!" " Learn this, Thomas." "Take note." " Look to 't!" "Hope gives not so much warrant as despair." "The French and Welsh baying him at the heels." "Every minute now should be the father of some stratagem if God doth give successful end to this debate that bleedeth." "And so, with great imagination, better satisfied how in our means we should advance." "This is the news at full." "Poins!" "Another part of the forest." "Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place." "Came spurring hard a gentleman, almost forspent with speed, puffed up with this retinue." "Bravely is to come halting off, you know." "O wondrous him!" "O miracle of men!" "Turning the word to sword and life to death." "Gravy, gravy, gravy." "Then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds." "Would not this nave of a wheel have his ears cut off?" "To come off the breach with his pike bent bravely." "And to surgery bravely." "His flesh was capable of wounds, his pike bent, his ears cut off." "His poor jade up to the rowel-head, his poll clawed..." "Less noise, less noise!" "Look about, Davy." "Thus have you heard our cause and known our means." "Is't such a matter to get a pottle-pot's maidenhead?" "What's he that goes there?" "A most furious knight and valorous enemy..." "Be quiet!" "None, my lord." " I am passing light in spirit." " What say you to it?" "To sword and..." "Be quiet!" "Nothing without sack." "To borrow a mess of vinegar." "That can hardly be!" "I am a true knight." " At the round table?" " 'Tis so." " I banish thee, on pain of death." " Is't so?" " I cannot think." " What think you?" " Murder." " Let them go." "Be quiet!" "And now thou!" "Draw, Bardolph, cut me off the villain's head!" " Hang yourself!" " Yea, for my sake!" " His tongue sounds ever after." " You take not the heat." " What's this?" " Thou disgorge." "You have drunk too much canaries." " Because you have been so lewd." " Let's drink together friendly." "Quoit him down." "Then feed, and be fat." " Not that." " O' mine honour, no abuse." " Let's beat him before his whore." " Yea!" " The rascal's gone." " Fled from me like quicksilver." "Retreat is made and execution stay'd." "Hurries toward his home." "You mistake me, sir." "And for a retreat, how swiftly will this Feeble, the woman's tailor, run!" " Of those that turn'd their backs." " Not so!" "And in his flight, stumbling in fear." " No, no, no, not so." " He leaves his back unarm'd." " You lie!" " Furious knight and valorous enemy." "O never!" "The wet sea-boy in an hour so rude." "Look to the door there!" "Look to the door there!" "Look to the door there!" "I' good faith!" "Hie thee!" "Welcome, my tall fellow." "Welcome to London." "The pox pinches?" "I would to God my name were not so terrible." "Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares." "The heavens thee guard and keep?" " What's this?" " The Prince of Wales!" "Where is he?" "Sweet Jack, have a care of thyself." " Mouldy!" "Wart!" " Here, here!" "Patch up thine old body for heaven." "By God's liggens, I thank thee." "Away, varlets!" "You have here a goodly dwelling and a rich." "You were called "lusty Shallow" then?" "A gentleman well bred." "By the mass, I was called any thing." " Come, come!" " I beseech you!" "Where's the roll?" "Let me see!" "My lord, this is a poor mad soul!" "Lo, here it sits." "What foolish master taught you these manners?" "I am here, full of heaviness, so dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone." "You see, my good wenches, our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, there is nobody cares." "That it is a shame." "Sweating with desire, thinking of nothing else." "How men of merit are sought after." "Come, come, come, off with your boots!" " The young king is sick for me!" " Nothing but well to thee." "The immortal part needs a physician." "Then happy low, lie down." "Whose mare's dead?" "What's the matter?" "What trade art thou?" "With all appliances and means to boot." "Sweetheart, lie thou there." "Well, God mend him!" "I pray you." " Be cool'd." " There is no need of any such." "Must you be blushing?" " Though that be sick, it dies not." " I beseech you." "No more of that!" " I will not be your suitor!" " Silence to bed!" "No more, nay!" "Where's the roll?" "I saw it!" " There's none such here." " But these mine eyes saw him!" " I saw it..." " Hie thee." "I am the king's poor cousin, sir." " You must excuse me." " Whither away?" "Where is the crown?" "Lo, here it sits!" "No, no, no, not so!" " The fiend!" " What's this?" "Is she of the wicked?" "She is in hell already, and burns poor souls." " 'Tis not ten years gone." " Canst thou deny it?" "Is thine hostess here of the wicked?" "God send the wench no worse fortune!" "My fear is your displeasure." "Our watch-word was 'Hem boys!" "'" "I am glad of it." "For thy humours, there's not a better." "I have heard better." "Wilt thou make as many holes in battle as thou hast in a petticoat?" "To the purpose!" "To the purpose!" "To the purpose!" "As to one, it pleases me." "To the purpose!" "Is she of the wicked?" "God send the wench no worse fortune!" "Whether she be damned for that, I know not." "Answer in the effect of your reputation, and satisfy this woman." "A foutre!" "After you have laboured so hard you should talk." " Do this, and fig me." " Do me, do me." "I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this world." "After this cold considerance, sentence me." "Very well." " Sir John!" " Ho." "You loiter here too long!" " No, not so!" " Away, you scullion!" " 'Tis so." " We will lead on to higher fields!" "Happy am I!" " I must wait upon my lord here!" " Let me have him to sit under!" " Come, no more words of it." " I know how to handle you!" "Let him not 'scape." "I think we are a body strong enough." "Never so few, never yet more need." "Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge, full hogshead?" "Cankers!" " You live in great infamy." " Nay, not so much." " With danger there." " But I must go and meet with danger." " Fears too certain." " My lord, my humble duty remembered." " You must away to court, sir." " Let me have five hundred." " But the disease is incurable." " Puff!" "Not so." "Westmoreland and Stafford fled the field." "But the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the other." "The Archbishop and the Earl of Northumberland, scarcely off a mile, with youthful wings is flown." "But that the tennis-court-keeper knows better." "And more and less do flock to follow him." "If like an ill venture it come unluckily home..." "To the purpose!" "Our humble author will continue the story, in which you, father, shall have foremost hand," "I heard a bird so sing, whose music, to my thinking..." "This man's brow foretells the nature of a tragic volume?" "Where sups he?" "Doth the old boar feed in the old frank?" "He holds his place." "A place deep enough." "And lusty lads roam here and there?" "For, lo!" "Within a ken, lies the head that wears a crown, which blows no man to good." "Where is the crown?" "To the block of death!" "The windmill in Saint George's field?" "What shall I say you are?" " He which says the dead is not!" " Not he which says the dead is not!" " 'Tis so." " Who's here?" "I will maintain the word with my sword, by yea and nay!" "Turning the word to sword and life to death." "Grant of our most just and right desires." "We are in the vaward of our youth and sweating with desire to see him." "We will eat a last year's pippin, if you give o'er." " What is your good pleasure with me?" " Give me..." "Shallow's orchard!" "What!" "I beseech you!" "Well, you shall have it." "Give me your doublet and stuff me out with straw, or the other plays the rogue with my great toe." "Your demands are just." "My lord, we will do so." " One that draws." " For certain." " As good as heart can wish." " Yea." "Go forth!" "Hold!" "Hold!" "Away, you mouldy rogue!" "Do, do, thou rogue!" "You filthy bung, away!" "Fie!" "This is hot weather." "Young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury." "The ruins of thy linen shall inherit his kingdom." " These fly-bitten tapestries?" " No, no, no, not so." "London." "The Boar's-head Tavern in Eastcheap." " There is your crown." " Madam..." "I am the fellow." "Master Shallow, no more of that." "If you knew what pains I have bestow'd to breed this." "We first survey the plot." "How troublesome it sat upon my head, to mock the expectation of the world." "Into the sea!" "What do we then but draw anew the model." "All the soil of the achievement goes with me into the earth." "Now doth it turn and ebb back to the sea." "Four of which you please." "'Fore God, you have here, a goodly dwelling and a rich." " Well, I am loath to..." " What?" "But my lungs are wasted so!" "For God's sake, be quiet." "Thou art to marry his sister Nell." "There's not a better wench in England." "But I am thrust upon it." " Mistress Doll..." " Clarence." "Though thou stand'st more sure than I could do, thou art not firm enough!" "I cannot endure such a fustian rascal." "O foolish youth!" "What's the matter?" "A proper gentlewoman." "And those two things, land and beefs." "I know, but I tell thee, my heart bleeds inwardly," "it is a wonderful thing." "Peace!" "Marry, I tell thee." "Hence, therefore, thou nice crutch!" "Officers!" "He that wears the crown immortally, long guard it yours!" "No, I will sit and watch here by the king." "Till his face be like a wet cloak." "Till you do live to see a son of mine." "Stay but a little." "Let him not 'scape." " Doth the king call?" " Yea, indeed." "He came not through the chamber where we stay'd." "This from thee will I to mine leave." "As 'tis left to me." "'Tis so?" " O, if..." " What say you to it?" "Was this easy?" "Hold him sure, good Master Snare, let him not 'scape." "'Tis so?" "Will't please your grace to go along with us?" "No, no, no." "Hold him sure." "To be accommodated, which is an excellent thing." "If thou gettest any leave of me..." " Hold him sure, good Master Snare." " Till these rebels now afoot..." " Me alone." " Leave us here alone." " Come hither." " Come hither." " Right?" " Sir, you shall not away tonight." "Let him not 'scape." "Sir, pardon?" "Let him not 'scape." " The Prince of Wales!" " Let him not 'scape." "Yea, marry, there's the point, but if without him." "I cannot well perceive how, unless you should give me your doublet." " Is't so?" " 'Tis so, indeed." "Right." " Whither away?" " Coming to look on you." "No, no, no, not so, let him not 'scape." "'Accommodo' very good." "Less noise, less noise!" "Get on thy boots!" "And no food!" "Go, wash thy face." " Exceeding good command!" " I thank thee." "And again would a' come, and away again would a' go!" "'Bounce' would a' say!" "Follow me, Ned!" "There's a letter for you." "Yet speak, Morton!" ""To Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk." ""I have drunk too much sack." ""Must I marry your sister?" ""Good people, bring a rescue or two." ""In the windmill in Saint George's field."" "I have heard the word!" "Like unto the sign of the leg!" "O sweet Pistol!" "Slain outright!" "Not that I am dead." "A' drew a good bow, and dead!" "I think we are a body strong enough." "Ah, sirrah." " I am your shadow, I'll follow you." " Mouldy, stay at home." "I will bid you good night, in my pure and immaculate..." " Valour?" " Valour!" " Being sick, have made me well." " Well, sweet Jack, have a care." "Doth the man of war stay all night, sir?" "Yea." " Good morrow." " Good morrow." "Follow no further now..." "I will stoop and humble my intents." "I come to..." "Pardon me, sir." " Have you read over the letters?" " Well, my lord." " A rescue!" "A rescue!" " See what..." "I have drawn it in my fantasy." "I know the young king is sick for me..." "Hold!" "Hold!" " What's he that goes there?" " My lord, your son!" " Not thou." " I am Robert Shallow, sir." " A rescue!" " Let that suffice." "There hath been a man or two lately killed." "O, pardon me." " Indeed, sir, to my cost." " You must excuse me." "Never fear that." "We ready are to try our fortunes." "To see how many of my old acquaintance are dead." " By'r lady, I think a' be." " I can get no remedy against this." "Make friends with speed!" " Brother, son, and all are dead." " I mean not to." " For the man is dead that you beat." " O majesty!" "Did he suspire?" "A good heart's worth gold." "I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord..." "Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury?" "Here!" " I am, sir, under the king." " A goodly dwelling and a rich." " Has he land and beefs." " Is't so?" "Give me your hand, sir!" " Will you sup with me, Master Gower?" " Thou'rt a good fellow." "Come on!" "I mean not to sweat extraordinarily." "Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I have spent!" "Never fear that." "The perfumed chambers of the great, under the canopies of costly state." " He is coming hither!" " Boys and beggary." "Hold!" " I beseech you!" " O, pardon me." "Headstrong riot hath no curb." "You must excuse me." "I see him break Skogan's head!" "Peace!" "Peace!" "From the court!" "Let him come in." "A most furious knight and valorous enemy." "Take heed what guests you receive." " Hie thee." " He stabbed me!" "Peace!" "Peace!" "This strained passion doth you wrong." "Let's drink together friendly and embrace." "God witness with me when they marry." "Alas!" "Prince Harry, slain outright." "Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead, for the gain proposed." " For Oldcastle died a martyr..." " He'll straight be well." "Almost wounded to the death..." "He'll recover without physic." "That our great-grandsire, whose fever-weaken'd joints, like strengthless hinges, buckle under life..." "Dead, sir!" "I pray thee, gentle daughter, give even way unto my rough affairs, in the laws of this land-service." "That the united vessel of their blood, between that royal field, and Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John..." "But Harry lives!" " Say not that Percy's dead." " Not that I am dead." "But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state." " So God save me, la!" " How is this derived?" "I speak to thee, my heart." "Reply not to me with a fool-born jest!" "No more of that!" "A merry song, come!" "A merry song, come!" "Let us make head!" "A' must, then, to the inns..." "Shortly?" "Shortly!" "Puff!" "It is a wonderful thing to see." "Only, we want a little personal strength." "Old pike!" "A' comes continuantly to Pie-corner to buy a saddle." " Whose son art thou?" " The king's justices of the peace." "No, Good Captain Pistol, not here." "Unless you give me your doublet and stuff me out with straw," "I may say to you, nay." "Do your offices." "If you do not all show like gilt twopences to me." "No, faith, boys, none!" " Ha!" " No, no, no." " Nay!" " Very singular good!" "Are you not ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so rough a course?" "Let me see..." "Yea." "What trust is in these times?" "What a life dost thou lead!" "O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows." "Speak of me even now, gasping for life under great Bolingbroke." " What trade art thou, Feeble?" " Well, a woman's tailor, sir." "I am Robert Shallow." "Able to invent anything." "Nay, you shall see my orchard." "'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich." "But look you pray." "What's this?" "To us no more, nay, not so much." "'Rah, tah, tah, ' would a' say, 'bounce' would a' say." "There's a tester for thee." "What tell you me of it?" "Another part of the forest!" "Another part of the forest!" "And put the world's whole strength into one giant arm, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it." "A head!" "After you have laboured so hard, cut me off the villain's head, with a Barbary hen!" " We shall do nothing!" " I beseech you!" "With a Barbary hen!" "It cannot be, my lord." " I have heard the word." " What's this?" "I cannot tell." "It is even so." "Who hath not heard it spoken." "Phrase call you it?" "By this good day, I know not the phrase." " Ha!" "Again!" " Is't so?" "Not so." "How in our means we should advance ourselves?" "Here comes my servant Travers!" "Retreat is made and execution stay'd." "And in his flight, stumbling in fear, washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks." " If my heart be not read to burst." " I have heard the word!" "Now, have you left pursuit?" "Puff!" "Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base." " No, no, no, not so." " Ha!" "Again." "I was at your back, yea, sir, in a pottle-pot." "But this is mere digression from my purpose." " No more words!" " For God's sake!" " Ha!" "Again." " Right." "Now a' said so." "Indeed, sir, to my cost." "That's fifty-five." "Young Prince John and Westmoreland and Stafford came sighing on after the admired heels of Bolingbroke," "I was before Master Tisick, the debuty, t'other day, and he said, before Shallow's house." "Enter Shallow and Silence, meeting, and ever among so merrily." "In loathsome beds, great friends did feast together," "and make good cheer." "Two years after." " So in hope as in an early spring." " Ay!" "Shadow will serve for summer." "The seasons change their manners." "As the year had found some months asleep and leap'd them over." "O, such a day..." "Hem boys!" "Go forth!" "What shall I say you are?" "Of Hotspur Coldspur?" "I am a gentleman." "What's your name, sir?" "That furious Scot, the bloody..." "Douglas." "Greeting." "Harry, Prince of Wales, greeting." " Be it known to you?" " 'Tis so." "Thou seek'st the greatness." "You are too great to be by me gainsaid." "'Tis so." "We have sent forth already." "And send discoverers forth." "'Tis so, indeed." "And howl'st to find it." " From this day to that day." " A great while." "Any thing indeed would do" "very well." "A word with you..." "I stay too long by thee, I weary thee." "But prate to me of the..." "What?" " The crown?" " As I think." " Yea." " Yea." "Yea!" " I thank thee." " Excellent good." "Sir, but yet, God forbid, sir, but..." "Why then, say an old man can do somewhat." "East, west, north, south, a place deep enough, wherein it shall appear the throng of words" "make the case yours." "Know you where?" "Go forth!" "My judgment is, we should not step too far!" "For by my troth, I do now remember the poor creature so dull, so dead in look, he will spare neither man, woman, nor child!" "The canker'd heaps by the rood!" "So, I pray you, if you give o'er to stormy passion, death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all, and the wild dog shall flesh his tooth." "My lord, this is a poor, mad soul." "Bardolph, look to our horses." "Will you command me to use my legs?" "Dispatch!" "Lo, here it sits!" "Here, Pistol, stand behind me." " How now!" " Come on, sir, give me your hand." "Ah, sirrah!" "What's this?" "There 'tis, boy." " Where is he?" " Behold!" "Before you?" "'Tis so!" "You fat fool!" " What?" " In these tirrits and frights!" "He is furnish'd with no certainties." "It is the foul-mouthed'st rogue in England." "My lord, I over-rode him on the way!" "He seem'd in running to devour the way!" " Puff in thy teeth!" " He cares not the mischief he does!" "You muddy conger!" " Take heed of him!" " Fie, fie, fie!" "Will I live?" "With joints of steel..." "Full of nimble fiery..." " Goodman bones!" " Cut me off the villain's head!" "Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away!" "Look!" "Jesu!" " I told thee!" " Ha!" "Again." "You were advised his flesh was capable of wounds and scars." "Thy tender lambkin now is king." "That you use the same with the like bold..." "Be quiet!" "Go forth!" "Fly from the field!" "How many of my old acquaintance are dead?" " Francis Pickbone." " Will Squele." " Five more." " Three!" "It may chance cost some of us our lives, for he will stab." "What wouldst thou think of me, if I should weep?" "Be quiet." "Go, wash thy face." "Let it do something, my good lord, and call it what you will." "How now?" "Well..." "Hath the Prince John a full commission?" " That we have, in faith." " As aconitum or rash gunpowder." "The box of the ear that the prince gave you." "Bring up his powers." " How now?" " I know not." "What says the almanac?" "King Henry IV Part 2." "Act 5." "Scene I" ""And, putting off his hat, said," ""'God's blessing of your good heart," ""he would make this a bloody day to somebody," ""by my faith.'" ""Now, the Lord bless that sweet face of thine." ""Great friends did feast together, upon mouldy stewed prunes," ""a good dish of prawns, a score of good ewes..."" "Come, it grows late." ""And I may say to you," ""'We first survey the plot," ""Then my courtesy," ""and more and less." ""About three of the clock in the afternoon," ""in three divided." ""Four of which you please," ""to five and twenty thousand." ""There were five more." ""Upon or near the rate of thirty thousand," ""then threw he down himself and all their lives," ""towards fronting peril," ""that the wicked might not fall in love with him."'" " Sirrah." " Sirrah." "Right." "Kiss me, Doll!" " Three!" " Three!" "There 'tis, boy!" " What is the news, my lord?" " Like a strange tongue." " Master Dumbe, our minister." " Base Assyrian." "But, indeed!" "Clement Perkes of the hill!" " 'Tis so, indeed!" " What is the news, my lord?" ""Here at more leisure may our highness read," ""the throng of words that come." ""A most furious knight and valorous enemy" ""may peruse the men" ""in all the inns o'."" "What!" ""The inns o'."" "What's this?" "He hath found to end one doubt by death." " Much!" " Why, here it is." "Dead!" "A' would have clapped i' the clout at twelve score!" "For look you how be writes!" " He'll be crowing as if he had writ." " One word more, I beseech you?" "A' do nothing but" ""o'."" "He sure means brevity in breath, short-winded." " And of what place, I pray?" " In Europe." "In the windmill in Saint George's field?" " Saint Alban's." " Yea-forsooth." "God bless thy lungs, good knight." "This doth infer the zeal I had to see him." " Ah, sirrah!" "Quoth-a." " 'Tis so, indeed." "O God!" "The blunt monster with uncounted heads..." "O, run, Doll, run!" "O, fly to Scotland!" "He doth unfasten." "As he is striking hope gives not so much warrant as despair." "When the man of action is called on." "And winking, leap'd into destruction." "From whence with life he never more sprung up." "And since we are o'erset, venture again." " There 'tis, boy!" " The block of death." "Yea, joy." "Look, whether the withered elder hath not his poll clawed like a parrot." " How now?" " He will spare not man nor child." "Let him be brought in to his answer..." " In three divided." " In three divided." " He that buckles him in my belt..." " In three divided." "In three divided." "May overlive the hazard." "If his weapon be out?" "Certain, 'tis certain, very sure, very sure, death." "I cannot go." " Who should lead his forces hither?" " Sir Ralph Mouldy!" " Yea?" " Mouldy, you shall go." "I would Wart might have gone, sir." "I will leer upon him as a' comes by." " I will resolve for Scotland..." " Hold." " Pleaseth your grace to answer..." " Thrice." "As good as heart can wish." "I will sit and watch." "Yea, sir." "Fare you well, go." "Hold!" "Answer, thou dead elm, answer, ere this year expire." "I pray you, let me speak with you." "What's your name, sir?" "My name is Colevile of the dale." " What disease hast thou?" " A whoreson cold, sir." " What says the doctor to my water?" " Pox." "You shall go." "I thank thee with all my heart." "Was this easy!" "Hold!" "Answer, thou dead elm, answer, ere this year expire." "I pray you, let me speak with you." " What's your name, sir?" " Sir Ralph Mouldy!" " What disease hast thou?" " A whoreson cold, sir." "What is the gross sum that I owe thee?" "I know not!" "Hold!" " What's your name, sir?" " Peter Bullcalf o' the green!" " What disease hast thou?" " A whoreson cold, sir." "What says the doctor to my water?" "By yea and nay..." "What's your name, sir?" "Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk." " What disease hast thou?" " A whoreson cold, sir." "What's a joint of mutton or two in a whole Lent?" "What's this?" "A swallow, an arrow, or a bullet?" "I know not." "How comes this, Sir John?" "Every man must know that." "Thomas?" "Davy!" "Lo, here it sits." "Well, harken at the end!" "Fall to thy prayers!" "God's blessing of your good heart!" "If God doth give successful end to..." "Jesu!" "It is the foul-mouthed'st rogue in England and the whores called him mandrake." "Have you your wits?" "So idly to profane the precious time!" "I am in good name with the very best, look to the door there I' good faith, good, an God will!" "How, you fat fool!" "I scorn you, and now thou wouldst eat thy dead vomit up!" "His wit's as thick as Tewksbury mustard, alas, poor ape, how thou sweatest!" "Come, let me wipe thy face, you basket-hilt stale juggler, you!" "In God's name, come, get you down stairs!" "Look to the door there!" "No!" "For they have marvellous foul linen." "I scorn you, scurvy companion." "You poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen mate!" "If not, we ready are to try our fortunes to the last man." "In God's name then..." "Very well!" "Away, you cut-purse rascal," "I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps." "Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me." "You filthy bung, away!" "Thou bastardly rogue!" "I beseek you now, aggravate your choler, for you hear not what I say to you, dry, round, old, withered knights!" " Come, we will all put forth!" " O Lord, ay!" "Stand to 't!" "Bragging Spaniard!" "On bloody courses, the rude scene may end!" "God let me not live, but I will murder your ruff for this till you are past service and the tapestry here is return'd." "Which God so frame!" "Go forth!" "They are your likeliest men." "Let him not 'scape." "Yea, indeed, is it." "Come, will you hence?" "Blunt, lead him hence." "Toss the rogue in a blanket." "Come on, come on, come on, sir." "Put up your naked weapons!" "Stand from him, fellow." "Let that suffice." "Jesu!"