Speeches (Lines) for Lord Bardolph
in "Henry IV, Part I"

Total: 17

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1

II,4,1288

Henry V. Now, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair; so did you,
Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you
ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true
prince; no, fie!

Lord Bardolph. 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.


2

II,4,1294

Peto. Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would
swear truth out of England but he would make you
believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like.

Lord Bardolph. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass to
make them bleed, and then to beslubber our garments
with it and swear it was the blood of true men. I
did that I did not this seven year before, I blushed
to hear his monstrous devices.


3

II,4,1304

Henry V. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years
ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since
thou hast blushed extempore. Thou hadst fire and
sword on thy side, and yet thou rannest away: what
instinct hadst thou for it?

Lord Bardolph. My lord, do you see these meteors? do you behold
these exhalations?


4

II,4,1307

Henry V. I do.

Lord Bardolph. What think you they portend?


5

II,4,1309

Henry V. Hot livers and cold purses.

Lord Bardolph. Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.


6

II,4,1468

(stage directions). [Re-enter BARDOLPH, running]

Lord Bardolph. O, my lord, my lord! the sheriff with a most
monstrous watch is at the door.


7

III,3,2019

Falstaff. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this last
action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why my
skin hangs about me like an like an old lady's loose
gown; I am withered like an old apple-john. Well,
I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some
liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I
shall have no strength to repent. An I have not
forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I
am a peppercorn, a brewer's horse: the inside of a
church! Company, villanous company, hath been the
spoil of me.

Lord Bardolph. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long.


8

III,3,2028

Falstaff. Why, there is it: come sing me a bawdy song; make
me merry. I was as virtuously given as a gentleman
need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not
above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once
in a quarter—of an hour; paid money that I
borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in
good compass: and now I live out of all order, out
of all compass.

Lord Bardolph. Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you must needs
be out of all compass, out of all reasonable
compass, Sir John.


9

III,3,2035

Falstaff. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life:
thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in
the poop, but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the
Knight of the Burning Lamp.

Lord Bardolph. Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm.


10

III,3,2058

Falstaff. No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it as many
a man doth of a Death's-head or a memento mori: I
never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire and
Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his
robes, burning, burning. If thou wert any way
given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath
should be 'By this fire, that's God's angel:' but
thou art altogether given over; and wert indeed, but
for the light in thy face, the son of utter
darkness. When thou rannest up Gadshill in the
night to catch my horse, if I did not think thou
hadst been an ignis fatuus or a ball of wildfire,
there's no purchase in money. O, thou art a
perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light!
Thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and
torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt
tavern and tavern: but the sack that thou hast
drunk me would have bought me lights as good cheap
at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have
maintained that salamander of yours with fire any
time this two and thirty years; God reward me for
it!

Lord Bardolph. 'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly!


11

III,3,2101

Falstaff. How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup: 'sblood, an
he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog, if he
would say so.
[Enter PRINCE HENRY and PETO, marching, and FALSTAFF
meets them playing on his truncheon like a life]

How now, lad! is the wind in that door, i' faith?
must we all march?

Lord Bardolph. Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.


12

III,3,2151

Falstaff. Did I, Bardolph?

Lord Bardolph. Indeed, Sir John, you said so.


13

III,3,2193

Falstaff. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, and
do it with unwashed hands too.

Lord Bardolph. Do, my lord.


14

III,3,2202

Henry V. Bardolph!

Lord Bardolph. My lord?


15

IV,2,2370

Falstaff. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a
bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march through;
we'll to Sutton Co'fil' tonight.

Lord Bardolph. Will you give me money, captain?


16

IV,2,2372

Falstaff. Lay out, lay out.

Lord Bardolph. This bottle makes an angel.


17

IV,2,2376

Falstaff. An if it do, take it for thy labour; and if it make
twenty, take them all; I'll answer the coinage. Bid
my lieutenant Peto meet me at town's end.

Lord Bardolph. I will, captain: farewell.


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