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Like one
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie.

      — The Tempest, Act I Scene 2

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1

Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2]

Falstaff

124

Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that take
purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not
by Phoebus, he,'that wandering knight so fair.' And,
I prithee, sweet wag, when thou art king, as, God
save thy grace,—majesty I should say, for grace
thou wilt have none,—

2

Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2]

Falstaff

154

How now, how now, mad wag! what, in thy quips and
thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a
buff jerkin?

3

Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2]

Henry V

160

Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part?

4

Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2]

Falstaff

161

No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there.

5

Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2]

Edward Poins

219

Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse?
what says Sir John Sack and Sugar? Jack! how
agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that thou
soldest him on Good-Friday last for a cup of Madeira
and a cold capon's leg?

6

Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2]

Edward Poins

227

Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil.

7

Henry IV, Part I
[II, 1]

First Carrier

667

God's body! the turkeys in my pannier are quite
starved. What, ostler! A plague on thee! hast thou
never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An
'twere not as good deed as drink, to break the pate
on thee, I am a very villain. Come, and be hanged!
hast thou no faith in thee?

8

Henry IV, Part I
[II, 1]

Gadshill

676

I pray thee lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding
in the stable.

9

Henry IV, Part I
[II, 1]

Second Carrier

680

Ay, when? can'st tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth
he? marry, I'll see thee hanged first.

10

Henry IV, Part I
[II, 1]

Gadshill

733

Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in our
purchase, as I am a true man.

11

Henry IV, Part I
[II, 2]

Falstaff

775

Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down?
'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot
again for all the coin in thy father's exchequer.
What a plague mean ye to colt me thus?

12

Henry IV, Part I
[II, 2]

Edward Poins

809

Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge:
when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him.
Farewell, and stand fast.

13

Henry IV, Part I
[II, 3]

Lady Percy

896

O, my good lord, why are you thus alone?
For what offence have I this fortnight been
A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?
Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee
Thy stomach, pleasure and thy golden sleep?
Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,
And start so often when thou sit'st alone?
Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks;
And given my treasures and my rights of thee
To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy?
In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd,
And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars;
Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
Cry 'Courage! to the field!' And thou hast talk'd
Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents,
Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,
Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,
Of prisoners' ransom and of soldiers slain,
And all the currents of a heady fight.
Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war
And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep,
That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow
Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream;
And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,
Such as we see when men restrain their breath
On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these?
Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
And I must know it, else he loves me not.

14

Henry IV, Part I
[II, 3]

Lady Percy

948

Come, come, you paraquito, answer me
Directly unto this question that I ask:
In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,
An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.

15

Henry IV, Part I
[II, 4]

Henry V

985

Ned, prithee, come out of that fat room, and lend me
thy hand to laugh a little.

16

Henry IV, Part I
[II, 4]

Henry V

1031

Five year! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking
of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant
as to play the coward with thy indenture and show it
a fair pair of heels and run from it?

17

Henry IV, Part I
[II, 4]

Falstaff

1114

You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: there is
nothing but roguery to be found in villanous man:
yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime
in it. A villanous coward! Go thy ways, old Jack;
die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be
not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a
shotten herring. There live not three good men
unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and
grows old: God help the while! a bad world, I say.
I would I were a weaver; I could sing psalms or any
thing. A plague of all cowards, I say still.

18

Henry IV, Part I
[II, 4]

Falstaff

1126

A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy
kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy
subjects afore thee like a flock of wild-geese,
I'll never wear hair on my face more. You Prince of Wales!

19

Henry IV, Part I
[II, 4]

Henry V

1142

O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou
drunkest last.

20

Henry IV, Part I
[II, 4]

Falstaff

1206

But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten
knaves in Kendal green came at my back and let drive
at me; for it was so dark, Hal, that thou couldst
not see thy hand.

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