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

Total: 31

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1

II,4,1371

God save you, Sir John!

2

II,4,1375

I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.

3

II,4,1381

Then to you, Mistress Dorothy; I will charge you.

4

II,4,1385

I know you, Mistress Dorothy.

5

II,4,1393

God let me not live but I will murder your ruff for

6

II,4,1413

Not I! I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could
her; I'll be reveng'd of her.

7

II,4,1417

I'll see her damn'd first; to Pluto's damn'd lake, by
hand, to th' infernal deep, with Erebus and tortures vile
Hold hook and line, say I. Down, down, dogs! down, faitors!
we not Hiren here?

8

II,4,1427

These be good humours, indeed! Shall packhorses,
And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,
Which cannot go but thirty mile a day,
Compare with Caesars, and with Cannibals,
And Troiant Greeks? Nay, rather damn them with
King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar.
Shall we fall foul for toys?

9

II,4,1437

Die men like dogs! Give crowns like pins! Have we not
here?

10

II,4,1443

Then feed and be fat, my fair Calipolis.
Come, give's some sack.
'Si fortune me tormente sperato me contento.'
Fear we broadsides? No, let the fiend give fire.
Give me some sack; and, sweetheart, lie thou there.
[Laying down his sword]
Come we to full points here, and are etceteras nothings?

11

II,4,1451

Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf. What! we have seen the
stars.

12

II,4,1457

Thrust him down stairs! Know we not Galloway nags?

13

II,4,1463

What! shall we have incision? Shall we imbrue?
[Snatching up his sword]
Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days!
Why, then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds
Untwine the Sisters Three! Come, Atropos, I say!

14

V,3,3494

Sir John, God save you!

15

V,3,3496

Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet
thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm.

16

V,3,3500

Puff!
Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend,
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,
And golden times, and happy news of price.

17

V,3,3508

A foutra for the world and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys.

18

V,3,3513

Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
And shall good news be baffled?
Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.

19

V,3,3517

Why, then, lament therefore.

20

V,3,3523

Under which king, Bezonian? Speak, or die.

21

V,3,3525

Harry the Fourth—or Fifth?

22

V,3,3527

A foutra for thine office!
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is King;
Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth.
When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like
The bragging Spaniard.

23

V,3,3533

As nail in door. The things I speak are just.

24

V,3,3541

What, I do bring good news?

25

V,3,3554

Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
'Where is the life that late I led?' say they.
Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days! Exeunt

26

V,5,3596

God bless thy lungs, good knight!

27

V,5,3616

'Tis 'semper idem' for 'obsque hoc nihil est.' 'Tis all
every part.

28

V,5,3620

My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver
And make thee rage.
Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
Is in base durance and contagious prison;
Hal'd thither
By most mechanical and dirty hand.
Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto's snake,
For Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.

29

V,5,3630

There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.

30

V,5,3633

The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of

31

V,5,3695

Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta.

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