Speeches (Lines) for Henry V
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Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack
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What, none? |
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Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly. |
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Thou sayest well, and it holds well too; for the
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As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle. And
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Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern? |
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Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part? |
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Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch;
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No; thou shalt. |
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Thou judgest false already: I mean, thou shalt have
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For obtaining of suits? |
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Or an old lion, or a lover's lute. |
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What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy of
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Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the
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Where shall we take a purse tomorrow, Jack? |
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I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying
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Good morrow, Ned. |
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Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall have
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Else he had been damned for cozening the devil. |
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Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith. |
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Well then, once in my days I'll be a madcap. |
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Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home. |
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I care not. |
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Farewell, thou latter spring! farewell, All-hallown summer! |
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How shall we part with them in setting forth? |
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Yea, but 'tis like that they will know us by our
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Yea, but I doubt they will be too hard for us. |
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Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all things
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I know you all, and will awhile uphold
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Stand close. |
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Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! what a brawling dost
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He is walked up to the top of the hill: I'll go seek him. |
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Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close
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Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art uncolted. |
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Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler? |
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Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane;
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What, a coward, Sir John Paunch? |
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Well, we leave that to the proof. |
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Ned, where are our disguises? |
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The thieves have bound the true men. Now could thou
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Your money! |
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Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse:
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Ned, prithee, come out of that fat room, and lend me
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With three or four loggerheads amongst three or four
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Thou art perfect. |
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Come hither, Francis. |
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How long hast thou to serve, Francis? |
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Five year! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking
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How old art thou, Francis? |
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Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar thou
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I will give thee for it a thousand pound: ask me
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Anon, Francis? No, Francis; but to-morrow, Francis;
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Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crystal-button,
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Why, then, your brown bastard is your only drink;
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Away, you rogue! dost thou not hear them call?
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Let them alone awhile, and then open the door.
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Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at
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I am now of all humours that have showed themselves
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That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a
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Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter?
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How now, wool-sack! what mutter you? |
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Why, you whoreson round man, what's the matter? |
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O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou
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What's the matter? |
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Where is it, Jack? where is it? |
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What, a hundred, man? |
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Speak, sirs; how was it? |
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What, fought you with them all? |
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Pray God you have not murdered some of them. |
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What, four? thou saidst but two even now. |
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Seven? why, there were but four even now. |
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Prithee, let him alone; we shall have more anon. |
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Ay, and mark thee too, Jack. |
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So, two more already. |
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O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two! |
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These lies are like their father that begets them;
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Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal
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I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguine
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Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again: and
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We two saw you four set on four and bound them, and
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Content; and the argument shall be thy running away. |
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How now, my lady the hostess! what sayest thou to
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Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and
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Prithee, do, Jack. |
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Now, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair; so did you,
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'Faith, tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff's
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O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years
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I do. |
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Hot livers and cold purses. |
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No, if rightly taken, halter.
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He that rides at high speed and with his pistol
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So did he never the sparrow. |
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Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so
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Yes, Jack, upon instinct. |
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Why, then, it is like, if there come a hot June and
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Not a whit, i' faith; I lack some of thy instinct. |
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Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon the
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Thy state is taken for a joined-stool, thy golden
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Well, here is my leg. |
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What manner of man, an it like your majesty? |
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Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me,
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Well, here I am set. |
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Now, Harry, whence come you? |
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The complaints I hear of thee are grievous. |
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Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er look
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That villanous abominable misleader of youth,
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I know thou dost. |
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I do, I will. |
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Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick:
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And thou a natural coward, without instinct. |
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Go, hide thee behind the arras: the rest walk up
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Call in the sheriff.
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What men? |
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The man, I do assure you, is not here;
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It may be so: if he have robb'd these men,
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I think it is good morrow, is it not? |
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This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go,
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Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets.
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Let's see what they be: read them. |
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O monstrous! but one half-penny-worth of bread to
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So please your majesty, I would I could
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I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord,
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Do not think so; you shall not find it so:
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What sayest thou, Mistress Quickly? How doth thy
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What sayest thou, Jack? |
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What didst thou lose, Jack? |
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A trifle, some eight-penny matter. |
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What! he did not? |
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An otter, Sir John! Why an otter? |
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Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly. |
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Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound? |
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I say 'tis copper: darest thou be as good as thy word now? |
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And why not as the lion? |
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O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about thy
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It appears so by the story. |
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O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to
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I am good friends with my father and may do any thing. |
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I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot. |
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Bardolph! |
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Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster, to my
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How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt! |
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I think, to steal cream indeed, for thy theft hath
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I did never see such pitiful rascals. |
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No I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on
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The southern wind
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Peace, chewet, peace! |
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In both your armies there is many a soul
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It will not be accepted, on my life:
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Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship.
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Why, thou owest God a death. |
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What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword:
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He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee,
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Give it to me: what, is it in the case? |
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What, is it a time to jest and dally now? |
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I beseech your majesty, make up,
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Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help:
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By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;
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O, this boy
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Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like
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O God! they did me too much injury
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Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name. |
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Why, then I see
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I'll make it greater ere I part from thee;
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For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart!
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Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd
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I did; I saw him dead,
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Why, Percy I killed myself and saw thee dead. |
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This is the strangest fellow, brother John.
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The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw
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Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you
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