KING HENRY IV., PART I.

In those holy fields,

Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd, For our advantage, on the bitter cross.

And now am I, if a man should speak truly,

little better than one of the wicked.

Act i. Sc. 2.

'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man

To sport would be as tedious as to work.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;

He was perfumed like a milliner,

And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon

He

gave his nose, and took 't away again.

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King Henry IV., Part I., continued.]

And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility. Act i. Sc. 3.

And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.

Act i. Sc. 3.

The blood more stirs

To rouse a lion than to start a hare!

Act i. Sc. 3.

By Heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap,
To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon,
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,

Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.

I know a trick worth two of that.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Act ii. Sc. I.

If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest forever. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Falstaff sweats to death,

And lards the lean earth as he walks along.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

[King Henry IV., Part I., continued,

Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower,

safety.

Brain him with his lady's fan.

A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a

A plague of all cowards, I say.

Call you that backing of your plague upon such backing!

I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.

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good boy. Act ii. Sc. 4.

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friends? A

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Thou knowest my old ward: here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion. Act ii. Sc. 4.

how a plain tale shall put you down.

Mark now,

I was a coward on instinct.

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Act ii. Sc. 4.

No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!

A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man

up like a bladder.

In King Cambyses' vein.

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Act ii. Sc. 4.

Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

King Henry IV., Part I., continued.]

O monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!

Act ii. Sc. 4.

Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions.

Act iii. Sc. I.

I am not in the roll of common men.

Act iii. Sc. I.

Glen. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hot. Why, so can I, or sɔ can any man; But will they come when you do call for them?

Act iii. Sc. I.

O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil.

Act iii. Sc. I.

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew,
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers.

Act iii. Sc. I.

But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,

I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

Act iii. Sc. I.

A good mouth-filling oath.

Act iii. Sc. I.

A fellow of no mark nor likelihood.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?

I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat,
As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,

And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

Act iv. Sc. I.

The cankers of a calm world and a long peace. Act iv. Sc. 2.

A mad fellow met me on the way, and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets, and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for, indeed, I had the most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half-shirt is two napkins, tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better.

Act iv. Sc. 2.