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Henry IV, Part II
[Prologue, 1] |
Rumour |
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Open your ears; for which of you will stop
The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks?
I, from the orient to the drooping west,
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
The acts commenced on this ball of earth.
Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
The which in every language I pronounce,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
I speak of peace while covert emnity,
Under the smile of safety, wounds the world;
And who but Rumour, who but only I,
Make fearful musters and prepar'd defence,
Whiles the big year, swoln with some other grief,
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures,
And of so easy and so plain a stop
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still-discordant wav'ring multitude,
Can play upon it. But what need I thus
My well-known body to anatomize
Among my household? Why is Rumour here?
I run before King Harry's victory,
Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,
Hath beaten down young Hotspur and his troops,
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I
To speak so true at first? My office is
To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth fell
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword,
And that the King before the Douglas' rage
Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.
This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,
Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,
Lies crafty-sick. The posts come tiring on,
And not a man of them brings other news
Than they have learnt of me. From Rumour's tongues
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.
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Henry IV, Part II
[I, 1] |
Lord Bardolph |
44 |
Who keeps the gate here, ho? [The PORTER opens the gate]
Where is the Earl?
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Henry IV, Part II
[I, 1] |
Lord Bardolph |
47 |
Tell thou the Earl
That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here.
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4 |
Henry IV, Part II
[I, 1] |
Lord Bardolph |
53 |
Here comes the Earl. Exit PORTER
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Henry IV, Part II
[I, 1] |
Earl of Northumberland |
80 |
Here comes my servant Travers, whom I sent
On Tuesday last to listen after news.
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6 |
Henry IV, Part II
[I, 1] |
Lord Bardolph |
111 |
Who—he?
He was some hilding fellow that had stol'n
The horse he rode on and, upon my life,
Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news.
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Henry IV, Part II
[I, 2] |
Falstaff |
281 |
Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The
this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent
that intends to laughter, more than I invent or is invented
me. I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is
other men. I do here walk before thee like a sow that hath
overwhelm'd all her litter but one. If the Prince put thee
my service for any other reason than to set me off, why then
have no judgment. Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to
worn in my cap than to wait at my heels. I was never mann'd
an agate till now; but I will inset you neither in gold nor
silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back again to your
master, for a jewel—the juvenal, the Prince your master,
chin is not yet fledge. I will sooner have a beard grow in
palm of my hand than he shall get one off his cheek; and yet
will not stick to say his face is a face-royal. God may
when he will, 'tis not a hair amiss yet. He may keep it still
a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence out of
and yet he'll be crowing as if he had writ man ever since his
father was a bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he's
out of mine, I can assure him. What said Master Dommelton
the satin for my short cloak and my slops?
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Henry IV, Part II
[I, 2] |
Page |
350 |
Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the
Prince for striking him about Bardolph.
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Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1] |
Snare |
727 |
Here, here.
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Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1] |
Lord Chief Justice |
786 |
What is the matter? Keep the peace here, ho!
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Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1] |
Lord Chief Justice |
789 |
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?
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Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1] |
Gower |
926 |
I must wait upon my good lord here, I thank you, good
John.
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Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1] |
Lord Chief Justice |
929 |
Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you
take soldiers up in counties as you go.
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Henry IV, Part II
[II, 2] |
Edward Poins |
1021 |
By this light, I am well spoke on; I can hear it with
own ears. The worst that they can say of me is that I am a
brother and that I am a proper fellow of my hands; and those
things, I confess, I cannot help. By the mass, here comes
Bardolph.
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Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4] |
Francis |
1246 |
Sirrah, here will be the Prince and Master Poins anon;
they will put on two of our jerkins and aprons; and Sir John
not know of it. Bardolph hath brought word.
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Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4] |
Third Drawer |
1251 |
By the mass, here will be old uds; it will be an
excellent stratagem.
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Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4] |
Hostess Quickly |
1268 |
Why, that's well said; a good heart's worth gold.
Lo, here comes Sir John.
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Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4] |
Hostess Quickly |
1321 |
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.
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Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4] |
Hostess Quickly |
1330 |
Pray ye, pacify yourself, Sir John; there comes no
swaggerers here.
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Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4] |
Hostess Quickly |
1333 |
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.
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