Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office, and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remembered knolling a departed friend. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 1, Scene 1.
Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 1, Scene 2.
It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 1, Scene 2.
I would to God my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is: I were better to be eaten to death with rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 1, Scene 2.
A hundred mark is a long one for a poor lone woman to bear; and I have borne, and borne, and borne; and have been fubbed off, and fubbed off, and fubbed off, from this day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 2, Scene 1.
Away, you scullion! you rampallion! you fustilarian! I’ll tickle your catastrophe. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 2, Scene 1.
Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson week. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 2, Scene 1.
I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 2, Scene 2.
Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures, And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Induction
Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity, and will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John! – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 1, Scene 2.
My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the afternoon, with a white head, and something of a round belly. For my voice, I have lost it with hollaing, and singing of anthems. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 1, Scene 2.
CHIEF JUSTICE: God send the prince a better companion! FALSTAFF: God send the companion a better prince! I cannot rid my hands of him. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 1, Scene 2.
When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; And when we see the figure of the house, Then we must rate the cost of the erection; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all? – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 1, Scene 3.
This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, an’t please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 1, Scene 2.
The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee like a sow that hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 1, Scene 2.
I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 1, Scene 2.
It is the disease of not listening, the malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 1, Scene 2.
Thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 2, Scene 2.
Shall pack-horses, And hollow pampered jades of Asia, Which cannot go but thirty miles a day, Compare with Caesars, and with Cannibals, And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them with King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 2, Scene 4.
O! if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 3, Scene 1.
A soldier is better accommodated than with a wife. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 3, Scene 2.
I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 3, Scene 2.
He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 2, Scene 3.
When he was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife. – William Shakespeare Henry IV, Part 2, Act 3, Scene 2.
