| Author |
Quotes |
| William Shakespeare | Play out the play. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | I am not in the roll of common men. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | -Glen. |
| William Shakespeare | While you live, tell truth and shame the devil! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Exceedingly well read. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | A good mouth-filling oath. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn? -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | Rob me the exchequer. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | That daffed the world aside, And bid it pass. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | All plumed like estridges that with the wind Baited like eagles having lately bathed, Glittering in golden coats, like images, As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
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