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Timestamp: 2019-04-24 16:57:36+00:00

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Lord Bardolph. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long.
Knight of the Burning Lamp.
perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light!
Lord Bardolph. 'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly!
Falstaff. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burned.
yet who picked my pocket?
was never lost in my house before.
called so in mine own house before.
Falstaff. Go to, I know you well enough.
you a dozen of shirts to your back.
bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them.
you, four and twenty pound.
Falstaff. He had his part of it; let him pay.
Falstaff. How! poor? look upon his face; what call you rich?
seal-ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark.
how oft, that ring was copper!
How now, lad! is the wind in that door, i' faith?
Lord Bardolph. Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.
Hostess Quickly. My lord, I pray you, hear me.
husband? I love him well; he is an honest man.
Falstaff. Prithee, let her alone, and list to me.
Henry V. What sayest thou, Jack?
Henry V. What didst thou lose, Jack?
Hostess Quickly. There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else.
Hostess Quickly. Say, what thing? what thing?
Falstaff. What thing! why, a thing to thank God on.
Falstaff. What beast! why, an otter.
Henry V. An otter, Sir John! Why an otter?
man knows where to have me, thou knave, thou!
Henry V. Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly.
ought him a thousand pound.
a million: thou owest me thy love.
Lord Bardolph. Indeed, Sir John, you said so.
Falstaff. Yea, if he said my ring was copper.
Henry V. I say 'tis copper: darest thou be as good as thy word now?
roaring of a lion's whelp.
Henry V. And why not as the lion?
not pocket up wrong: art thou not ashamed?
frailty. You confess then, you picked my pocket?
Henry V. It appears so by the story.
lad, how is that answered?
thee: the money is paid back again.
Falstaff. O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double labour.
do it with unwashed hands too.
Lord Bardolph. Do, my lord.
Henry V. I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot.
brother John; this to my Lord of Westmoreland.
thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.
And either we or they must lower lie.
Falstaff. Rare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come!
O, I could wish this tavern were my drum!

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