King Henry IV. PART II. 391. I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient. A. I. S. 2. Falstaff. 392. Wake not a sleeping wolf. A. I. S. 2. Chief Justice. 393. To wake a wolf, is as bad as to smell a fox. A. I. S. 2. Falstaff. 394. You are as a candle, the better part burnt out. A. I. S. 2. Chief Justice. 395. For my voice,-I have lost it with hollaing, and singing of anthems. A. I. S. 2. Falstaff. 396. I were better to be eaten to death with rust, than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. A. I. S. 2. Falstaff. 397. Well, be honest, be honest; and Heaven bless your A. I. S. 2. Chief Justice. 398. I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable. expedition! A. I. S. 2. Falstaff. 399. I'll tickle your catastrophe. 400. Tap for tap, and so part fair. A. 2. S. 1. Falstaff. A. 2. S. 1. Falstaff. 401. Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a great fool. A. 2. S. 1. Chief Justice. 402. Let the end try the man. A. 2. S. 2. Prince Henry. 403. Thus we play the fools with the time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds, and mock us. A. 2. S. 2. Prince Henry. 404. Ephesians, my lord; of the old church. A. 2. S. 2. Page. 405. From a god to a bull? a heavy declension! it was Jove's case. From a prince to a prentice? a 408. What shall we have incision? shall we imbrue ? 409. Thou follow'dst him like a church. A. 2. S. 4. Pistol. A. 2. S. 4. Doll Tearsheet. 410. There is a good angel about him; but the devil outbids him too. A. 2. S. 4. Falstaff. 411. Good phrases are surely, and ever were, very com mendable. A. 3. S. 2. Shallow. 412. As valiant as the wrathful dove, or most magnaniA. 3. S. 2. Falstaff. 413. We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master mous mouse. Shallow. A. 3. s. 2. Falstaff. 414. Our watchword was "Hem, boys!" A. 3. s. 2. Shallow. 415. Go to; I have spoke at a word. A. 3. s. 2. Shallow. 416. A rotten case abides no handling. A. 4. S. I. Westmoreland. 417. My name is Coleville of the dale. A. 4. S. 3. Coleville. 418. Let me have right, and let desert mount. A. 4. S. 3. Falstaff. 419. A hoop of gold, to bind thy brothers in. A. 4. S. 4. King Henry. 420. Thou art a summer bird, Which ever in the haunch of winter sings The lifting up of day. A. 4. S. 4. King Henry. 421. As the year Had found some months asleep, and leap'd them over. 422. If he be sick with joy, He will recover without physic. A. 4. S. 4. Prince Humphrey. A. 4. S. 4. Prince Henry. 423. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. A. 4. S. 4. King Henry. 424. A friend i'the court is better than a penny in purse. A. 5. S. 1. Shallow. 425. Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds, But Harry, A. 5. S. 2. King Henry V. Harry. 426. May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten? A. 5. S. 2. King Henry V. 427. But you must bear; the heart's all. A. 5. s. 3. Davy. 428. I have been merry twice and once, ere now, 429. A. 5. S. 3. Silence. Fill the cup, and let it come; A. 5. S. 3. Silence. 430. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. A. 5. S. 3. Falstaff and Pistol. 431. Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof. A. 5. s. 3. Falstaff. 432. I am, sir, under the king, in some authority. A. 5. S. 3. Shallow. As nail in door. 433. What is the old king dead? A. 5. s. 3. Falstaff and Pistol. sufferance comes ease. A. 5. S. 4. Hostess. 434. O, that right should thus overcome might! Well of 435. Goodman death! goodman bones! A. 5. S. 4. Doll Tearsheet. 436. Fear no colours; go with me to dinner. A. 5. S. 5. Falstaff. The Merry Wives of Windsor. 437. They may give the dozen white luces in their coat. 438. How now, Mephostophilus? A. I. S. I. Slender. A. I. S. I. Pistol. 439. I hope we shall drink down all unkindness. A. I. S. I. Page. 440. By cock and pye, you shall not choose. A. I. S. 1. Page. 441. Discard, bully Hercules; cashier: let them wag; trot, trot. A. I. S. 3. Host. 442. An old cloak makes a new jerkin; a withered servingman, a fresh tapster. A. I. S. 3. Falstaff. 443. Convey, the wise it call: steal! foh; a fico for the phrase! A. I. S. 3. Pistol. 444. She has all the rule of her husband's purse; she hath legions of angels. A. I. S. 3. Falstaff. 445. Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go! Trudge, plod, away, o'th' hoof; seek shelter, pack! A. I. S. 3. Falstaff. 446. Thou art the Mars of malecontents: I second thee; troop on. 447. She is given too much to allicholly and musing. A. I. S. 3. Pistol. A. I S. 4. Quickly. |