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Alexander art thou mad banish Bardol BOUNCING KNIGHT Buckrum cal'd call thee Coward compulsion coun counterfeit Crowner cudgel Cup of Sack dead doth Dowlas drolls drown drown'd ee'n Enter Jack Enter Prince Father food for powder Francis Kirkman Friend Gallowes Gent grace Grav Grave Grave-maker Gravemakers Hamlet hast thou hath hear Honour prickes horson Hostess i'le Imbowel'd ith earth Jack Falstaff Kendal green King knave Lady let drive Lome Lord lye in't Lyon mad fellow Mountebancks noble old Jack pate Percy Peto pit of Clay plague play pocket was pickt Poines Poynes Prithee let Ring was Copper Roff Rogues in buck Seal-Ring sent into England Ship-wright shirt Sings Sir John sirrah skul spade speak tell thee terfeit there's they'l thine thou art thou dost thou ly'st thou ow'st thousand pound to't true Prince truth on't villanous What's the matter wherein whorson Wits
Page 21 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know, is damned : if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord ; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company ; banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.
Page 28 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? no. Doth he hear it ? no. 'Tis insensible, then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? no. Why ? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Page 16 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee, during my life; I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Page 28 - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour ? air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? he that died o
Page 34 - Give me leave. Here lies the water; good: here stands the man ; good : if the man go to this water and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he goes; mark you that; but if the water come to him and drown him, he drowns not himself: argal, he that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life. 2. CLO. But is this law? 1. CLO. Ay, marry, is't; crowner's quest law. 2. CLO. Will you ha
Page 43 - Alexander returneth into dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam ; and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel ? Imperial Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away...
Page 43 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind 'away: O, that that earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!— But soft!
Page 5 - The Wits, or Sport upon Sport, being a curious Collection of several Drols and Farces presented and shewn for the Merriment and Delight of Wise Men and the Ignorant...
Page 11 - A plague upon such backing ! give me them that will face me. — Give me a cup of sack : — I am a rogue, if I drunk to-day.