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HOT.

My liege, I did deny no prisoners,

 
 

GADS.

What talkest thou to me of the hangman?

 
 

FAL.

I am accurs’d to rob in that thieve’s company.

 
 

HOT.

“But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there,

 
 

FAL.

Peace, good pint-pot, peace, good ticklebrain.

 
 

PRINCE.

Do not think so, you shall not find it so,

 
 

FAL.

If I be not asham’d of my soldiers, I am a sous’d gurnet.

 
 

HOT.

The King is kind, and well we know the King

 
 

MOR.

I am sorry I should force you to believe

 
 

KING.

How many thousand of my poorest subjects

 
 

FAL.

I would you had the wit, ’twere better than your dukedom.

 
 

KING.

I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.

 
 

PRINCE.

Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,

 
 

PRINCE.

O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears,

 
 

FAL.

Embowell’d! if thou embowel me today,

 
 

KING.

I know thee not, old man, fall to thy prayers.

 
 

K. HEN.

We are glad the Dolphin is so pleasant with us,

 
 

K. HEN.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;

 
 

BOY.

As young as I am, I have observ’d these three swashers.

 
 

K. HEN.

Upon the King! let us our lives, our souls,

 
 

CON.

To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse!

 
 

K. HEN.

What’s he that wishes so?

 
 

CHORUS.

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend

 
 

TAL.

What chance is this that suddenly hath cross’d us?

 
 

TAL.

My thoughts are whirled like a potter’s wheel,

 
 

KING.

Come hither, you that would be combatants:

 
 

TAL.

Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!

 
 

GEN.

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,

 
 

SUF.

Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.

 
 

HUME.

Hume must make merry with the Duchess’ gold;

 
 

GLOU.

Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous:

 
 

YORK.

Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts,

 
 

KING.

Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown’d with grief,

 
 

SUF.

A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them?

 
 

LIEU.

Poole! Sir Poole! lord!

 
 

CADE.

Fie on ambitions! fie on myself, that have a sword, and yet am ready to famish!

 
 

CADE.

Ah, thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord!

 
 

CADE.

Ah, thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord!

 
 

Y. CLIF.

Shame and confusion! all is on the rout,

 
 

YORK.

She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France,

 
 

CLIF.

My gracious liege, this too much lenity

 
 

K. HEN.

This battle fares like to the morning’s war,

 
 

GLOU.

Ay, Edward will use women honorably.

 
 

GLOU.

What? will the aspiring blood of Lancaster

 
 

BUCK.

Pray give me favor, sir: this cunning Cardinal

 
 

BUCK.

When I came hither, I was Lord High Constable

 
 

WOL.

I do profess

You speak not like yourself, who ever yet

 
 

WOL.

Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear

 
 

3. GENT.

The rich stream

Of lords and ladies, having brought the Queen

 
 

GRIF.

Noble madam,

 
 
 
 
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