Henry IV, Part 2: Act 5 and Epilogue

Use his men well, Davy, for they are arrant knaves and will backbite.

I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor of Woncot against Clement Perkes o’ th’ hill.

It is a wonderful thing to see the semblable coherence of his men’s spirits and his.

It is certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught, as men take diseases, one of another.

Sweet princes, what I did I did in honor,
Led by th’ impartial conduct of my soul;
And never shall you see that I will beg
A ragged and forestalled remission.

Sweet princes, what I did I did in honor,
Led by th’ impartial conduct of my soul;
And never shall you see that I will beg
A ragged and forestalled remission.

Sweet princes, what I did I did in honor,
Led by th’ impartial conduct of my soul;
And never shall you see that I will beg
A ragged and forestalled remission.

What, rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
Th’ immediate heir of England?

Nay more, to spurn at your most royal image
And mock your workings in a second body?

Behold yourself so by a son disdained,
And then imagine me taking your part
And in your power soft silencing your son.

After this cold considerance, sentence me,
And, as you are a king, speak in your state
What I have done that misbecame my place,
My person, or my liege’s sovereignty.

My father is gone wild into his grave,
For in his tomb lie my affections,
And with his spirits sadly I survive
To mock the expectation of the world,
To frustrate prophecies, and to raze out
Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
After my seeming.

Be merry, be merry, my wife has all,
For women are shrews, both short and tall.

I did not think Master Silence had been a man of this mettle.

Do me right,
And dub me knight,
Samingo.

Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!

Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons,
And shall good news be baffled?

Why then, lament therefor.

I am Fortune’s steward.

Well, of sufferance comes ease.

I will leer upon him as he comes by, and do but mark the countenance that he will give me.

Come here, Pistol, stand behind me.—O, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you.

FALSTAFF: It shows my earnestness of affection—
SHALLOW: It doth so.

Thy Doll and Helen of thy noble thoughts is in base durance and contagious prison, haled thither by most mechanical and dirty hand.

Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace;
Leave gormandizing.

For competence of life I will allow you,
That lack of means enforce you not to evils.

I cannot well perceive how, unless you should give me your doublet and stuff me out with straw.

But to the purpose, and so to the venture.

If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will you command me to use my legs?

One word more, I beseech you: if you be not too much cloyed with fat meat, our humble author will continue the story, with Sir John in it, and make you merry with fair Katherine of France, where, for anything I know, Falstaff shall die of a sweat, unless already he be killed with your hard opinions; for Oldcastle died a martyr, and this is not the man.