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

Total: 49

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(stage directions). Enter HOSTESS with two officers, FANG and SNARE

Hostess Quickly. Master Fang, have you ent'red the action?



Fang. It is ent'red.

Hostess Quickly. Where's your yeoman? Is't a lusty yeoman? Will 'a



Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare?

Hostess Quickly. O Lord, ay! good Master Snare.



Fang. Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.

Hostess Quickly. Yea, good Master Snare; I have ent'red him and all.



Snare. It may chance cost some of our lives, for he will stab.

Hostess Quickly. Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabb'd me in mine
house, and that most beastly. In good faith, 'a cares not
mischief he does, if his weapon be out; he will foin like any
devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child.



Fang. If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.

Hostess Quickly. No, nor I neither; I'll be at your elbow.



Fang. An I but fist him once; an 'a come but within my vice!

Hostess Quickly. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's an
infinitive thing upon my score. Good Master Fang, hold him
Good Master Snare, let him not scape. 'A comes continuantly
Pie-corner—saving your manhoods—to buy a saddle; and he is
indited to dinner to the Lubber's Head in Lumbert Street, to
Master Smooth's the silkman. I pray you, since my exion is
ent'red, and my case so openly known to the world, let him be
brought in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long one for a
lone woman to bear; and I have borne, and borne, and borne;
have been fubb'd off, and fubb'd off, and fubb'd off, from
day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. There
honesty in such dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass
a beast, to bear every knave's wrong.
Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose knave,
with him. Do your offices, do your offices, Master Fang and
Master Snare; do me, do me, do me your offices.



Falstaff. Away, varlets! Draw, Bardolph. Cut me off the
head. Throw the quean in the channel.

Hostess Quickly. Throw me in the channel! I'll throw thee in the
Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly rogue! Murder, murder!
thou honeysuckle villain! wilt thou kill God's officers and
King's? Ah, thou honey-seed rogue! thou art a honey-seed; a
man-queller and a woman-queller.



Fang. A rescue! a rescue!

Hostess Quickly. Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou wot, wot
thou wot, wot ta? Do, do, thou rogue! do, thou hemp-seed!



Lord Chief Justice. What is the matter? Keep the peace here, ho!

Hostess Quickly. Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, stand to



Lord Chief Justice. How now, Sir John! what, are you brawling here?
Doth this become your place, your time, and business?
You should have been well on your way to York.
Stand from him, fellow; wherefore hang'st thou upon him?

Hostess Quickly. O My most worshipful lord, an't please your Grace, I
poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.



Lord Chief Justice. For what sum?

Hostess Quickly. It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all—all
have. He hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all
substance into that fat belly of his. But I will have some of
out again, or I will ride thee a nights like a mare.



Falstaff. What is the gross sum that I owe thee?

Hostess Quickly. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself and the
too. Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet,
my Dolphin chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire,
Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the Prince broke thy head for
liking his father to singing-man of Windsor—thou didst swear
me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me
lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech,
butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
in to borrow a mess of vinegar, telling us she had a good
prawns, whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told
thee they were ill for green wound? And didst thou not, when
was gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so familiarity
such poor people, saying that ere long they should call me
And didst thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch the thirty
shillings? I put thee now to thy book-oath. Deny it, if thou



Lord Chief Justice. Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with
manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. It is not a
confident brow, nor the throng of words that come with such
than impudent sauciness from you, can thrust me from a level
consideration. You have, as it appears to me, practis'd upon
easy yielding spirit of this woman, and made her serve your
both in purse and in person.

Hostess Quickly. Yea, in truth, my lord.



Falstaff. As I am a gentleman!

Hostess Quickly. Faith, you said so before.



Falstaff. As I am a gentleman! Come, no more words of it.

Hostess Quickly. By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must be fain to
both my plate and the tapestry of my dining-chambers.



Falstaff. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking; and for thy
walls, a pretty slight drollery, or the story of the
the German hunting, in water-work, is worth a thousand of
bed-hangers and these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten
if thou canst. Come, and 'twere not for thy humours, there's
a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face, and draw the
action. Come, thou must not be in this humour with me; dost
know me? Come, come, I know thou wast set on to this.

Hostess Quickly. Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles;
i' faith, I am loath to pawn my plate, so God save me, la!



Falstaff. Let it alone; I'll make other shift. You'll be a fool

Hostess Quickly. Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown.
I hope you'll come to supper. you'll pay me all together?



Falstaff. Will I live? [To BARDOLPH] Go, with her, with her;
on, hook on.

Hostess Quickly. Will you have Doll Tearsheet meet you at supper?



(stage directions). Enter HOSTESS and DOLL TEARSHEET

Hostess Quickly. I' faith, sweetheart, methinks now you are in an
good temperality. Your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as
would desire; and your colour, I warrant you, is as red as
rose, in good truth, la! But, i' faith, you have drunk too
canaries; and that's a marvellous searching wine, and it
the blood ere one can say 'What's this?' How do you now?



Doll Tearsheet. Better than I was—hem.

Hostess Quickly. Why, that's well said; a good heart's worth gold.
Lo, here comes Sir John.



Falstaff. [Singing] 'When Arthur first in court'—Empty the
Jordan. [Exit FRANCIS][Singing] 'And was a worthy king'—
now, Mistress Doll!

Hostess Quickly. Sick of a calm; yea, good faith.



Doll Tearsheet. Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself!

Hostess Quickly. By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two never
but you fall to some discord. You are both, i' good truth, as
rheumatic as two dry toasts; you cannot one bear with
confirmities. What the good-year! one must bear, and that
you. You are the weaker vessel, as as they say, the emptier



Doll Tearsheet. Hang him, swaggering rascal! Let him not come hither; it
the foul-mouth'dst rogue in England.

Hostess Quickly. If he swagger, let him not come here. No, by my faith!
must live among my neighbours; I'll no swaggerers. I am in
name and fame with the very best. Shut the door. There comes
swaggerers here; I have not liv'd all this while to have
swaggering now. Shut the door, I pray you.



Falstaff. Dost thou hear, hostess?

Hostess Quickly. Pray ye, pacify yourself, Sir John; there comes no
swaggerers here.



Falstaff. Dost thou hear? It is mine ancient.

Hostess Quickly. Tilly-fally, Sir John, ne'er tell me; and your ancient
swagg'rer comes not in my doors. I was before Master Tisick,
debuty, t' other day; and, as he said to me—'twas no longer
than Wednesday last, i' good faith!—'Neighbour Quickly,'
he—Master Dumbe, our minister, was by then—'Neighbour
says he 'receive those that are civil, for' said he 'you are
an ill name.' Now 'a said so, I can tell whereupon. 'For'
'you are an honest woman and well thought on, therefore take
what guests you receive. Receive' says he 'no swaggering
companions.' There comes none here. You would bless you to
what he said. No, I'll no swagg'rers.



(stage directions). Exit FRANCIS

Hostess Quickly. Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man my
nor no cheater; but I do not love swaggering, by my troth. I
the worse when one says 'swagger.' Feel, masters, how I
look you, I warrant you.



Doll Tearsheet. So you do, hostess.

Hostess Quickly. Do I? Yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere an aspen
cannot abide swagg'rers.



Falstaff. She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall not hardly offend

Hostess Quickly. Come, I'll drink no proofs nor no bullets. I'll drink
more than will do me good, for no man's pleasure, I.



Falstaff. No more, Pistol; I would not have you go off here.
Discharge yourself of our company, Pistol.

Hostess Quickly. No, good Captain Pistol; not here, sweet captain.



Pistol. 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?

Hostess Quickly. Good Captain Peesel, be quiet; 'tis very late, i'
beseek you now, aggravate your choler.



Pistol. 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?

Hostess Quickly. By my troth, Captain, these are very bitter words.



Pistol. Die men like dogs! Give crowns like pins! Have we not

Hostess Quickly. O' my word, Captain, there's none such here. What the
good-year! do you think I would deny her? For God's sake, be



Pistol. 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!

Hostess Quickly. Here's goodly stuff toward!



(stage directions). [Drawing and driving PISTOL out]

Hostess Quickly. Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear keeping house
I'll be in these tirrits and frights. So; murder, I warrant
Alas, alas! put up your naked weapons, put up your naked



Doll Tearsheet. I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal's gone. Ah, you
whoreson little valiant villain, you!

Hostess Quickly. Are you not hurt i' th' groin? Methought 'a made a
thrust at your belly.



Henry V. Very true, sir, and I come to draw you out by the ears.

Hostess Quickly. O, the Lord preserve thy Grace! By my troth, welcome
London. Now the Lord bless that sweet face of thine. O Jesu, are you come from Wales?



Henry V. YOU whoreson candle-mine, you, how vilely did you speak
me even now before this honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman!

Hostess Quickly. God's blessing of your good heart! and so she is, by



Falstaff. For one of them—she's in hell already, and burns
souls. For th' other—I owe her money; and whether she be
for that, I know not.

Hostess Quickly. No, I warrant you.



Falstaff. No, I think thou art not; I think thou art quit for
Marry, there is another indictment upon thee for suffering
to be eaten in thy house, contrary to the law; for the which
think thou wilt howl.

Hostess Quickly. All vict'lers do so. What's a joint of mutton or two
whole Lent?



(stage directions). [Knocking within]

Hostess Quickly. Who knocks so loud at door? Look to th' door there,



(stage directions). Exeunt FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH

Hostess Quickly. Well, fare thee well. I have known thee these
years, come peascod-time; but an honester and truer-hearted



Bardolph. [Within] Mistress Tearsheet!

Hostess Quickly. What's the matter?



Bardolph. [Within] Bid Mistress Tearsheet come to my master.

Hostess Quickly. O, run Doll, run, run, good Come. [To BARDOLPH] She
comes blubber'd.—Yea, will you come, Doll? Exeunt



(stage directions). Enter BEADLES, dragging in HOSTESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET

Hostess Quickly. No, thou arrant knave; I would to God that I might die,
that I might have thee hang'd. Thou hast drawn my shoulder out of



Doll Tearsheet. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell thee what,
thou damn'd tripe-visag'd rascal, an the child I now go with do
miscarry, thou wert better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou
paper-fac'd villain.

Hostess Quickly. O the Lord, that Sir John were come! He would make this a
bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her womb



First Beadle. Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.

Hostess Quickly. O God, that right should thus overcome might!
Well, of sufferance comes ease.



Doll Tearsheet. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.

Hostess Quickly. Ay, come, you starv'd bloodhound.



Doll Tearsheet. Goodman death, goodman bones!

Hostess Quickly. Thou atomy, thou!

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