In those holy fields,
Over whose acres walked those blessed feet
Which fourteen hundred years ago were nailed
For our advantage on the bitter cross.
(King Henry IV, Act 1 Scene 1)
Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of old sack and unbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping upon benches in the afternoon, that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know.
(Prince Henry, Act 1 Scene 2)
Let us be Diana’s foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.
(Falstaff, Act 1 Scene 2)
Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world.
(Prince Henry, Act 1 Scene 2)
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.
(Hotspur, Act 1 Scene 3)
It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever.
(Prince Henry, Act 2 Scene 2)
There lives not three good men unhanged in England, and one of them is fat and grows old.
(Falstaff, Act 2 Scene 4)
That trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in his belly, that reverend Vice, that grey Iniquity, that father Ruffian, that Vanity in years?
(Prince Henry, Act 2 Scene 4)
Falstaff: Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.
Prince Henry: I do, I will.
(Act 2 Scene 4)
While you live, tell truth and shame the devil!
(Hotspur, Act 3 Scene 1)
He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
Heard, not regarded.
(King Henry IV, Act 3 Scene 2)
This sickness doth infect
The very life-blood of our enterprise.
(Hotspur, Act 4 Scene 1)
Food for powder, food for powder. They’ll fill a pit as well as better.
(Falstaff, Act 4 Scene 2)
Can Honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is Honour? A word. What is that word ‘honour’? Air.
(Falstaff, Act 5 Scene 1)
O, Harry, thou hast robbed me of my youth!
(Hotspur, Act 5 Scene 3)
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
But not remembered in thy epitaph!
(Prince Henry, Act 5 Scene 4)
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