Speeches (Lines) for Porter
in "Henry VIII"

Total: 10

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# Act, Scene, Line
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1

V,4,3269

You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: do you
take the court for Paris-garden? ye rude slaves,
leave your gaping.
[Within]
Good master porter, I belong to the larder.

2

V,4,3274

Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, ye rogue! is
this a place to roar in? Fetch me a dozen crab-tree
staves, and strong ones: these are but switches to
'em. I'll scratch your heads: you must be seeing
christenings? do you look for ale and cakes here,
you rude rascals?

3

V,4,3285

How got they in, and be hang'd?

4

V,4,3290

You did nothing, sir.

5

V,4,3299

I shall be with you presently, good master puppy.
Keep the door close, sirrah.

6

V,4,3302

What should you do, but knock 'em down by the
dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster in? or have
we some strange Indian with the great tool come to
court, the women so besiege us? Bless me, what a
fry of fornication is at door! On my Christian
conscience, this one christening will beget a
thousand; here will be father, godfather, and all together.

7

V,4,3331

These are the youths that thunder at a playhouse,
and fight for bitten apples; that no audience, but
the tribulation of Tower-hill, or the limbs of
Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endure.
I have some of 'em in Limbo Patrum, and there they
are like to dance these three days; besides the
running banquet of two beadles that is to come.

8

V,4,3347

An't please
your honour,
We are but men; and what so many may do,
Not being torn a-pieces, we have done:
An army cannot rule 'em.

9

V,4,3362

Make way there for the princess.

10

V,4,3365

You i' the camlet, get up o' the rail;
I'll peck you o'er the pales else.

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