| Author |
Quotes |
| William Shakespeare | It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | Brain him with his lady's fan. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | A plague of all cowards, I say. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | There live not three good men unhanged in England, and one of them is fat and grows old. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | Call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | I have peppered two of them, two I am sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward, here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me— -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | I was now a coward on instinct. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | In King Cambyses' vein. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | That reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
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