Speeches (Lines) for Hostess Quickly
in "Henry V"

Total: 11

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1

II,1,539

No, by my troth, not long; for we cannot lodge and
board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live
honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will
be thought we keep a bawdy house straight.
[NYM and PISTOL draw]
O well a day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! we
shall see wilful adultery and murder committed.

2

II,1,549

Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put up your sword.

3

II,1,591

By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of
these days. The king has killed his heart. Good
husband, come home presently.

4

II,1,622

As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir
John. Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning
quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to
behold. Sweet men, come to him.

5

II,3,833

Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.

6

II,3,840

Nay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in Arthur's
bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A' made
a finer end and went away an it had been any
christom child; a' parted even just between twelve
and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after
I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with
flowers and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew
there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as
a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. 'How now,
sir John!' quoth I. 'what, man! be o' good
cheer.' So a' cried out 'God, God, God!' three or
four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a'
should not think of God; I hoped there was no need
to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So
a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my
hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as
cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and
they were as cold as any stone, and so upward and
upward, and all was as cold as any stone.

7

II,3,860

Ay, that a' did.

8

II,3,862

Nay, that a' did not.

9

II,3,865

A' could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he
never liked.

10

II,3,868

A' did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then
he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon.

11

II,3,893

Farewell; adieu.

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