| Code |
Character |
Lines |
First Line |
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| G-730 |
Epilogue | 26 |
First, my Feare: then, my Curtsie: last, my Speech.
(NULL) |
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| G-731 |
Rumour | 40 |
Open your Eares: For which of you will stop
(NULL) |
|
| M-730 |
Archbishop of Yorke | 24 |
Let us on: And publish the occasion of our Armes.
(Past, and to Come, seemes best; things Present, worst) |
|
| M-731 |
Archbishop of Yorke | 35 |
Wherefore doe I this? so the Question stands.
(Wee see which way the streame of Time doth runne,) |
|
| M-732 |
Chief Justice | 29 |
I then did use the Person of your Father:
(NULL) |
|
| M-733 |
Falstaffe | 30 (prose) |
Fare you well, gentle Gentlemen. On Bardolph,
(How subject wee old men are to this vice of Lying?) |
|
| M-734 |
Falstaffe | 39 (prose) |
I would you had but the wit: 'twere better
(They are generally Fooles, and Cowards;) |
|
| M-735 |
Falstaffe | 25 (prose) |
Ile follow you, good Master Robert Shallow.
(I will devise matter enough out of this Shallow, to) |
|
| M-736 |
Falstaffe | 24 (prose) |
Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at mee: the
(keepe Prince Harry in continuall Laughter,) |
|
| M-737 |
Falstaffe | 23 (prose) |
Not so (my Lord) your ill Angell is light: but I
(My Lord, I was borne with a white head, and somthing a round belly.) |
|
| M-738 |
King Henry (IV) | 31 |
Goe call the Earles of Surrey, and of Warwick:
(How many thousand of my poorest Subjects) |
|
| M-739 |
King Henry (IV) | 30 |
Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence.
(How chance thou art not with the Prince, thy Brother?) |
|
| M-740 |
King Henry (IV) | 45 |
O my Sonne! Heaven put it in thy minde to take it hence,
(To thee, it shall descend with better Quiet,) |
|
| M-741 |
King Henry (IV) | 31 |
Oh Heaven, that one might read the Book of Fate,
(This Percie was the man, neerest my Soule,) |
|
| M-742 |
King Henry (IV) | 24 |
The Prince hath ta’ne it hence:
(How quickly Nature falls into revolt,) |
|
| M-743 |
King Henry (IV) | 46 |
Thy wish was Father (Harry) to that thought:
(Do’st thou so hunger for my emptie Chayre,) |
|
| M-744 |
Lord Bardolfe | 34 |
It was (my Lord) who lin’d himself with hope,
(Hope gives not so much warrant, as Dispaire) |
|
| M-745 |
Morton | 31 |
I am sorry, I should force you to beleeve
(So did our Men, heavy in Hotspurres losse,) |
|
| M-746 |
Northumberland | 25 |
For this, I shall have time enough to mourne.
(And darknesse be the burier of the dead.) |
|
| M-747 |
Northumberland | 28 |
Yea, this mans brow, like to a Title-leafe,
(How doth my Sonne, and Brother?) |
|
| M-748 |
Prince Hal | 25 |
I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy Prayers:
(NULL) |
|
| M-749 |
Prince Hal | 41 |
O pardon me (my Liege)
(NULL) |
|
| M-750 |
Prince Hal | 18 |
This new, and gorgeous Garment, Majesty,
(NULL) |
|
| M-751 |
Prince Hal | 28 |
Why doth the Crowne lye there, upon his Pillow
(NULL) |
|
| M-752 |
Prince Hal | 44 |
You are right Justice, and you weigh this well:
(So shall I live, to speake my Fathers words:) |
|
| M-753 |
Prince John | 30 |
You are wel encountred here (my cosin Mowbray)
(Chearing a rowt of Rebels with your Drumme,) |
|
| M-754 |
Warwicke | 24 |
There is a Historie in all mens Lives,
(Rumor doth double, like the Voice, and Eccho,) |
|
| M-755 |
Westermerland | 27 |
O my good Lord Mowbray,
(You speak (Lord Mowbray) now you know not what.) |
|
| M-756 |
Westmerland | 28 |
Then (my Lord) Unto your Grace doe I in chiefe addresse
(Into the harsh and boystrous Tongue of Warre?) |
|
| W-730 |
Doll (Teare-sheet) | 20 (prose) |
Charge me? I scorne you (scurvie Companion)
(Away you Cut-purse Rascall, you filthy Bung/Captaine? thou abhominable damn’d Cheater,) |
|
| W-731 |
Hostesse (Mistresse Quickly) | 17 (prose) |
I am undone with his going: I warrant he is an
(NULL) |
|
| W-732 |
Hostesse (Mistresse Quickly) | 25 (prose) |
Oh my most worshipfull Lord, and't please your
(make mee my Lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it?) |
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| W-733 |
Lady Percie | 37 |
Oh yet, for heavens sake, go not to these Warrs;
(NULL) |
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