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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2]

Falstaff

255

Well, God give thee the spirit of persuasion and him
the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest may
move and what he hears may be believed, that the
true prince may, for recreation sake, prove a false
thief; for the poor abuses of the time want
countenance. Farewell: you shall find me in Eastcheap.

2

Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2]

Henry V

261

Farewell, thou latter spring! farewell, All-hallown summer!

3

Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2]

Henry V

293

Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all things
necessary and meet me to-morrow night in Eastcheap;
there I'll sup. Farewell.

4

Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2]

Edward Poins

296

Farewell, my lord.

5

Henry IV, Part I
[I, 3]

Earl of Worcester

569

Farewell, kinsman: I'll talk to you
When you are better temper'd to attend.

6

Henry IV, Part I
[I, 3]

Earl of Worcester

630

Cousin, farewell: no further go in this
Than I by letters shall direct your course.
When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,
I'll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer;
Where you and Douglas and our powers at once,
As I will fashion it, shall happily meet,
To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
Which now we hold at much uncertainty.

7

Henry IV, Part I
[I, 3]

Earl of Northumberland

638

Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I trust.

8

Henry IV, Part I
[II, 1]

Gadshill

736

Go to; 'homo' is a common name to all men. Bid the
ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell,
you muddy knave.

9

Henry IV, Part I
[II, 2]

Edward Poins

809

Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge:
when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him.
Farewell, and stand fast.

10

Henry IV, Part I
[II, 4]

Henry V

1510

It may be so: if he have robb'd these men,
He shall be answerable; and so farewell.

11

Henry IV, Part I
[IV, 2]

Lord Bardolph

2376

I will, captain: farewell.

12

Henry IV, Part I
[IV, 3]

Hotspur (Henry Percy)

2567

Not so, Sir Walter: we'll withdraw awhile.
Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd
Some surety for a safe return again,
And in the morning early shall my uncle
Bring him our purposes: and so farewell.

13

Henry IV, Part I
[IV, 4]

Archbishop Scroop

2611

I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear;
And, to prevent the worst, Sir Michael, speed:
For if Lord Percy thrive not, ere the king
Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,
For he hath heard of our confederacy,
And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him:
Therefore make haste. I must go write again
To other friends; and so farewell, Sir Michael.

14

Henry IV, Part I
[V, 1]

Henry V

2748

Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship.
Say thy prayers, and farewell.

15

Henry IV, Part I
[V, 4]

Henry V

3051

For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart!
Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
When that this body did contain a spirit,
A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
But now two paces of the vilest earth
Is room enough: this earth that bears thee dead
Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
I should not make so dear a show of zeal:
But let my favours hide thy mangled face;
And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
[He spieth FALSTAFF on the ground]
What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!
I could have better spared a better man:
O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
If I were much in love with vanity!
Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,
Though many dearer, in this bloody fray.
Embowell'd will I see thee by and by:
Till then in blood by noble Percy lie.