Speeches (Lines) for Falstaff
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Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad? |
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Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that take
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No, by my troth, not so much as will serve to
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Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not
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By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. And is not my
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How now, how now, mad wag! what, in thy quips and
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Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many a
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No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there. |
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Yea, and so used it that were it not here apparent
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Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave judge. |
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Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with my
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Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the hangman
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Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe. |
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Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art indeed
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O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed able
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'Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an I
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Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a
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Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go not,
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Hal, wilt thou make one? |
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There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good
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Why, that's well said. |
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By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou art king. |
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Well, God give thee the spirit of persuasion and him
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Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins! |
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Where's Poins, Hal? |
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I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: the
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Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down?
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I prithee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse,
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Go, hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent
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So I do, against my will. |
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You lie, ye rogue; 'tis going to the king's tavern. |
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To be hanged. |
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'Zounds, will they not rob us? |
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Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather;
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Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged. |
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Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I:
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Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats:
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Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone? No, ye
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Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse
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A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too!
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You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: there is
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A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy
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Are not you a coward? answer me to that: and Poins there? |
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I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere I call
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All's one for that.
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What's the matter! there be four of us here have
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Where is it! taken from us it is: a hundred upon
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I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a
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Sixteen at least, my lord. |
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You rogue, they were bound, every man of them; or I
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And unbound the rest, and then come in the other. |
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All! I know not what you call all; but if I fought
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Nay, that's past praying for: I have peppered two
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Four, Hal; I told thee four. |
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These four came all a-front, and mainly thrust at
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In buckram? |
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Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else. |
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Dost thou hear me, Hal? |
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Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These nine
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Their points being broken,— |
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Began to give me ground: but I followed me close,
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But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten
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What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth
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What, upon compulsion? 'Zounds, an I were at the
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'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried
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By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye.
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Ah, no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! |
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What manner of man is he? |
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What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Shall
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'Faith, and I'll send him packing. |
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My own knee! when I was about thy years, Hal, I was
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Owen, Owen, the same; and his son-in-law Mortimer,
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You have hit it. |
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Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; he will not run. |
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O' horseback, ye cuckoo; but afoot he will not budge a foot. |
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I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too,
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By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like we
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Well, thou wert be horribly chid tomorrow when thou
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Shall I? content: this chair shall be my state,
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Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee,
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And here is my speech. Stand aside, nobility. |
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Weep not, sweet queen; for trickling tears are vain. |
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For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen;
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Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle-brain.
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A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a
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Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so
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And here I stand: judge, my masters. |
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My noble lord, from Eastcheap. |
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'Sblood, my lord, they are false: nay, I'll tickle
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I would your grace would take me with you: whom
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My lord, the man I know. |
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But to say I know more harm in him than in myself,
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Out, ye rogue! Play out the play: I have much to
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Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of
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I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff,
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Both which I have had: but their date is out, and
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Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this last
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Why, there is it: come sing me a bawdy song; make
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Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life:
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No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it as many
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God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burned.
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Ye lie, hostess: Bardolph was shaved and lost many
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Go to, I know you well enough. |
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Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to
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He had his part of it; let him pay. |
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How! poor? look upon his face; what call you rich?
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How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup: 'sblood, an
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Prithee, let her alone, and list to me. |
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The other night I fell asleep here behind the arras
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Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds of
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There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed
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What thing! why, a thing to thank God on. |
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Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say
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What beast! why, an otter. |
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Why, she's neither fish nor flesh; a man knows not
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A thousand pound, Ha! a million: thy love is worth
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Did I, Bardolph? |
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Yea, if he said my ring was copper. |
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Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, I dare:
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The king is to be feared as the lion: dost thou
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Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest in the state of
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Hostess, I forgive thee: go, make ready breakfast;
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O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double labour. |
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Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, and
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I would it had been of horse. Where shall I find
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Rare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come!
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Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a
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Lay out, lay out. |
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An if it do, take it for thy labour; and if it make
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If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused
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What, Hal! how now, mad wag! what a devil dost thou
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Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat to
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Mine, Hal, mine. |
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Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food
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'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had
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What, is the king encamped? |
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Well,
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Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. |
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Hal, if thou see me down in the battle and bestride
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I would 'twere bed-time, Hal, and all well. |
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'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before
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Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear
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O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile.
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Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st
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Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city. |
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Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do
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Well said, Hal! to it Hal! Nay, you shall find no
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[Rising up] Embowelled! if thou embowel me to-day,
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No, that's certain; I am not a double man: but if I
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Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how this world is given to
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I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that
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