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

Total: 30

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1

II,2,1034

Henry V. And the boy that I gave Falstaff. 'A had him from me
Christian; and look if the fat villain have not transform'd
ape.

Bardolph. God save your Grace!


2

II,2,1047

Henry V. Has not the boy profited?

Bardolph. Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away!


3

II,2,1057

Edward Poins. O that this blossom could be kept from cankers!
Well, there is sixpence to preserve thee.

Bardolph. An you do not make him be hang'd among you, the
shall have wrong.


4

II,2,1061

Henry V. And how doth thy master, Bardolph?

Bardolph. Well, my lord. He heard of your Grace's coming to
There's a letter for you.


5

II,2,1066

Edward Poins. Deliver'd with good respect. And how doth the martlemas,
your master?

Bardolph. In bodily health, sir.


6

II,2,1117

Henry V. Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the
of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. Is your master
London?

Bardolph. Yea, my lord.


7

II,2,1119

Henry V. Where sups he? Doth the old boar feed in the old frank?

Bardolph. At the old place, my lord, in Eastcheap.


8

II,2,1135

Henry V. Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your master
I am yet come to town. There's for your silence.

Bardolph. I have no tongue, sir.


9

II,4,1411

Doll Tearsheet. Captain! Thou abominable damn'd cheater, art thou not
to be called captain? An captains were of my mind, they would
truncheon you out, for taking their names upon you before you
have earn'd them. You a captain! you slave, for what? For
a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house? He a captain! hang him,
rogue! He lives upon mouldy stew'd prunes and dried cakes. A
captain! God's light, these villains will make the word as
as the word 'occupy'; which was an excellent good word before
was ill sorted. Therefore captains had need look to't.

Bardolph. Pray thee go down, good ancient.


10

II,4,1435

Hostess Quickly. By my troth, Captain, these are very bitter words.

Bardolph. Be gone, good ancient; this will grow to a brawl


11

II,4,1462

Falstaff. Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groat
Nay, an 'a do nothing but speak nothing, 'a shall be nothing
here.

Bardolph. Come, get you down stairs.


12

II,4,1487

Falstaff. Have you turn'd him out a doors?

Bardolph. Yea, sir. The rascal's drunk. You have hurt him, sir,
th' shoulder.


13

II,4,1683

Falstaff. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we
must hence, and leave it unpick'd. [Knocking within] More
knocking at the door!
[Re-enter BARDOLPH]
How now! What's the matter?

Bardolph. You must away to court, sir, presently;
A dozen captains stay at door for you.


14

II,4,1699

Hostess Quickly. Well, fare thee well. I have known thee these
years, come peascod-time; but an honester and truer-hearted

Bardolph. [Within] Mistress Tearsheet!


15

II,4,1701

Hostess Quickly. What's the matter?

Bardolph. [Within] Bid Mistress Tearsheet come to my master.


16

III,2,1887

Robert Shallow. Good morrow, honest gentlemen.

Bardolph. I beseech you, which is Justice Shallow?


17

III,2,1893

Robert Shallow. I am Robert Shallow, sir, a poor esquire of this
and one of the King's justices of the peace. What is your
pleasure with me?

Bardolph. My captain, sir, commends him to you; my captain, Sir
John Falstaff—a tall gentleman, by heaven, and a most
leader.


18

III,2,1901

Robert Shallow. He greets me well, sir; I knew him a good back-sword
How doth the good knight? May I ask how my lady his wife

Bardolph. Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommodated than
wife.


19

III,2,1911

Robert Shallow. It is well said, in faith, sir; and it is well said
too. 'Better accommodated!' It is good; yea, indeed, is it.
phrases are surely, and ever were, very commendable.
'Accommodated!' It comes of accommodo. Very good; a good

Bardolph. Pardon, sir; I have heard the word. 'Phrase' call you
By this day, I know not the phrase; but I will maintain the
with my sword to be a soldier-like word, and a word of
good command, by heaven. Accommodated: that is, when a man
they say, accommodated; or, when a man is being-whereby 'a
thought to be accommodated; which is an excellent thing.


20

III,2,2084

Peter Bullcalf. Good Master Corporate Bardolph, stand my friend; and
here's four Harry ten shillings in French crowns for you. In
truth, sir, I had as lief be hang'd, sir, as go. And yet, for
mine own part, sir, I do not care; but rather because I am
unwilling and, for mine own part, have a desire to stay with
friends; else, sir, I did not care for mine own part so much.

Bardolph. Go to; stand aside.


21

III,2,2092

Ralph Mouldy. And, good Master Corporal Captain, for my old dame's
stand my friend. She has nobody to do anything about her when
am gone; and she is old, and cannot help herself. You shall
forty, sir.

Bardolph. Go to; stand aside.


22

III,2,2101

Francis Feeble. By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe
a death. I'll ne'er bear a base mind. An't be my destiny, so;
an't be not, so. No man's too good to serve 's Prince; and,
it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for
next.

Bardolph. Well said; th'art a good fellow.


23

III,2,2106

Robert Shallow. Four of which you please.

Bardolph. Sir, a word with you. I have three pound to free
and Bullcalf.


24

III,2,2140

Falstaff. Will you tell me, Master Shallow, how to choose a
Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big
assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit, Master Shallow.
Wart; you see what a ragged appearance it is. 'A shall charge
and discharge you with the motion of a pewterer's hammer,
off and on swifter than he that gibbets on the brewer's
And this same half-fac'd fellow, Shadow—give me this man. He
presents no mark to the enemy; the foeman may with as great
level at the edge of a penknife. And, for a retreat—how
will this Feeble, the woman's tailor, run off! O, give me the
spare men, and spare me the great ones. Put me a caliver into
Wart's hand, Bardolph.

Bardolph. Hold, Wart. Traverse—thus, thus, thus.


25

IV,3,2738

Falstaff. I would you had but the wit; 'twere better than your
dukedom. Good faith, this same young sober-blooded boy doth
love me; nor a man cannot make him laugh—but that's no
he drinks no wine. There's never none of these demure boys
to any proof; for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood,
making many fish-meals, that they fall into a kind of male
green-sickness; and then, when they marry, they get wenches.
are generally fools and cowards-which some of us should be
but for inflammation. A good sherris-sack hath a two-fold
operation in it. It ascends me into the brain; dries me there
the foolish and dull and crudy vapours which environ it;
apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and
delectable shapes; which delivered o'er to the voice, the
which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The second
your excellent sherris is the warming of the blood; which
cold and settled, left the liver white and pale, which is the
badge of pusillanimity and cowardice; but the sherris warms
and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extremes.
illumineth the face, which, as a beacon, gives warning to all
rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm; and then the vital
commoners and inland petty spirits muster me all to their
captain, the heart, who, great and puff'd up with this
doth any deed of courage—and this valour comes of sherris.
that skill in the weapon is nothing without sack, for that
it a-work; and learning, a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil
till sack commences it and sets it in act and use. Hereof
it that Prince Harry is valiant; for the cold blood he did
naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, sterile,
bare land, manured, husbanded, and till'd, with excellent
endeavour of drinking good and good store of fertile sherris,
that he is become very hot and valiant. If I had a thousand
the first humane principle I would teach them should be to
forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.
[Enter BARDOLPH]
How now, Bardolph!

Bardolph. The army is discharged all and gone.


26

V,1,3202

Davy. [Exit DAVY] Where are you, Sir John? Come, come, come,
with your boots. Give me your hand, Master Bardolph.

Bardolph. I am glad to see your worship.


27

V,3,3463

Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die.

Bardolph. An I might see you there, Davy!


28

V,3,3467

Robert Shallow. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together—ha! will
not, Master Bardolph?

Bardolph. Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot.


29

V,3,3472

Robert Shallow. By God's liggens, I thank thee. The knave will stick
thee, I can assure thee that. 'A will not out, 'a; 'tis true
bred.

Bardolph. And I'll stick by him, sir.


30

V,3,3539

Falstaff. Away, Bardolph! saddle my horse. Master Robert
choose what office thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine. Pistol,
will double-charge thee with dignities.

Bardolph. O joyful day!
I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.


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