Speeches (Lines) for Pistol
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(stage directions). Enter PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and PAGE Pistol. God save you, Sir John! |
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Falstaff. Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge you
Pistol. I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets. |
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Hostess Quickly. Come, I'll drink no proofs nor no bullets. I'll drink
Pistol. Then to you, Mistress Dorothy; I will charge you. |
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Doll Tearsheet. Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What! you poor,
Pistol. I know you, Mistress Dorothy. |
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Doll Tearsheet. Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By
Pistol. God let me not live but I will murder your ruff for |
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Falstaff. Hark thee hither, Mistress Doll. Pistol. Not I! I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could
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Page. Pray thee go down. Pistol. I'll see her damn'd first; to Pluto's damn'd lake, by
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Hostess Quickly. Good Captain Peesel, be quiet; 'tis very late, i'
Pistol. These be good humours, indeed! Shall packhorses,
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Bardolph. Be gone, good ancient; this will grow to a brawl Pistol. Die men like dogs! Give crowns like pins! Have we not
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Hostess Quickly. O' my word, Captain, there's none such here. What the
Pistol. Then feed and be fat, my fair Calipolis.
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Falstaff. Pistol, I would be quiet. Pistol. Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf. What! we have seen the
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Doll Tearsheet. For God's sake thrust him down stairs; I cannot endure
Pistol. Thrust him down stairs! Know we not Galloway nags? |
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Bardolph. Come, get you down stairs. Pistol. What! shall we have incision? Shall we imbrue?
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Falstaff. From the court? Let him come in.
Pistol. Sir John, God save you! |
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Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet
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Silence. By'r lady, I think 'a be, but goodman Puff of Barson. Pistol. Puff!
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Falstaff. I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this Pistol. A foutra for the world and worldlings base!
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Silence. [Singing] And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John. Pistol. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
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Robert Shallow. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding. Pistol. Why, then, lament therefore. |
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Robert Shallow. Give me pardon, sir. If, sir, you come with news from
Pistol. Under which king, Bezonian? Speak, or die. |
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Robert Shallow. Under King Harry. Pistol. Harry the Fourth—or Fifth? |
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Robert Shallow. Harry the Fourth. Pistol. A foutra for thine office!
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Falstaff. What, is the old king dead? Pistol. As nail in door. The things I speak are just. |
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Bardolph. O joyful day!
Pistol. What, I do bring good news? |
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Falstaff. Carry Master Silence to bed. Master Shallow, my Lord
Pistol. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
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Falstaff. Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow; I will make the
Pistol. God bless thy lungs, good knight! |
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Falstaff. But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with
Pistol. 'Tis 'semper idem' for 'obsque hoc nihil est.' 'Tis all
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Robert Shallow. 'Tis so, indeed. Pistol. My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver
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(stage directions). [Shouts,within, and the trumpets sound] Pistol. There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds. |
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Falstaff. God save thy Grace, King Hal; my royal Hal! Pistol. The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of |
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Lord Chief Justice. I cannot now speak. I will hear you soon.
Pistol. Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta. |
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