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1,701 | Henry IV | 41 | 3.1.150 | HOTSPUR | I cannot choose: sometime he angers me |
1,702 | Henry IV | 41 | 3.1.151 | HOTSPUR | With telling me of the mouldwarp and the ant, |
1,703 | Henry IV | 41 | 3.1.152 | HOTSPUR | Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies, |
1,704 | Henry IV | 41 | 3.1.153 | HOTSPUR | And of a dragon and a finless fish, |
1,705 | Henry IV | 41 | 3.1.154 | HOTSPUR | A clip-wing'd griffin and a moulten raven, |
1,706 | Henry IV | 41 | 3.1.155 | HOTSPUR | A couching lion and a ramping cat, |
1,707 | Henry IV | 41 | 3.1.156 | HOTSPUR | And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff |
1,708 | Henry IV | 41 | 3.1.157 | HOTSPUR | As puts me from my faith. I tell you what, |
1,709 | Henry IV | 41 | 3.1.158 | HOTSPUR | He held me last night at least nine hours |
1,710 | Henry IV | 41 | 3.1.159 | HOTSPUR | In reckoning up the several devils' names |
1,711 | Henry IV | 41 | 3.1.160 | HOTSPUR | That were his lackeys: I cried 'hum,' and 'well, go to,' |
1,712 | Henry IV | 41 | 3.1.161 | HOTSPUR | But mark'd him not a word. O, he is as tedious |
1,713 | Henry IV | 41 | 3.1.162 | HOTSPUR | As a tired horse, a railing wife, |
1,714 | Henry IV | 41 | 3.1.163 | HOTSPUR | Worse than a smoky house: I had rather live |
1,715 | Henry IV | 41 | 3.1.164 | HOTSPUR | With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far, |
1,716 | Henry IV | 41 | 3.1.165 | HOTSPUR | Than feed on cates and have him talk to me |
1,717 | Henry IV | 41 | 3.1.166 | HOTSPUR | In any summer-house in Christendom. |
1,718 | Henry IV | 42 | 3.1.167 | MORTIMER | In faith, he is a worthy gentleman, |
1,719 | Henry IV | 42 | 3.1.168 | MORTIMER | Exceedingly well read, and profited |
1,720 | Henry IV | 42 | 3.1.169 | MORTIMER | In strange concealments, valiant as a lion |
1,721 | Henry IV | 42 | 3.1.170 | MORTIMER | And as wondrous affable and as bountiful |
1,722 | Henry IV | 42 | 3.1.171 | MORTIMER | As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin? |
1,723 | Henry IV | 42 | 3.1.172 | MORTIMER | He holds your temper in a high respect |
1,724 | Henry IV | 42 | 3.1.173 | MORTIMER | And curbs himself even of his natural scope |
1,725 | Henry IV | 42 | 3.1.174 | MORTIMER | When you come 'cross his humour, faith, he does: |
1,726 | Henry IV | 42 | 3.1.175 | MORTIMER | I warrant you, that man is not alive |
1,727 | Henry IV | 42 | 3.1.176 | MORTIMER | Might so have tempted him as you have done, |
1,728 | Henry IV | 42 | 3.1.177 | MORTIMER | Without the taste of danger and reproof: |
1,729 | Henry IV | 42 | 3.1.178 | MORTIMER | But do not use it oft, let me entreat you. |
1,730 | Henry IV | 43 | 3.1.179 | EARL OF WORCESTER | In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame, |
1,731 | Henry IV | 43 | 3.1.180 | EARL OF WORCESTER | And since your coming hither have done enough |
1,732 | Henry IV | 43 | 3.1.181 | EARL OF WORCESTER | To put him quite beside his patience. |
1,733 | Henry IV | 43 | 3.1.182 | EARL OF WORCESTER | You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault: |
1,734 | Henry IV | 43 | 3.1.183 | EARL OF WORCESTER | Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,-- |
1,735 | Henry IV | 43 | 3.1.184 | EARL OF WORCESTER | And that's the dearest grace it renders you,-- |
1,736 | Henry IV | 43 | 3.1.185 | EARL OF WORCESTER | Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, |
1,737 | Henry IV | 43 | 3.1.186 | EARL OF WORCESTER | Defect of manners, want of government, |
1,738 | Henry IV | 43 | 3.1.187 | EARL OF WORCESTER | Pride, haughtiness, opinion and disdain: |
1,739 | Henry IV | 43 | 3.1.188 | EARL OF WORCESTER | The least of which haunting a nobleman |
1,740 | Henry IV | 43 | 3.1.189 | EARL OF WORCESTER | Loseth men's hearts and leaves behind a stain |
1,741 | Henry IV | 43 | 3.1.190 | EARL OF WORCESTER | Upon the beauty of all parts besides, |
1,742 | Henry IV | 43 | 3.1.191 | EARL OF WORCESTER | Beguiling them of commendation. |
1,743 | Henry IV | 44 | 3.1.192 | HOTSPUR | Well, I am school'd: good manners be your speed! |
1,744 | Henry IV | 44 | 3.1.193 | HOTSPUR | Here come our wives, and let us take our leave. |
1,745 | Henry IV | 44 | null | HOTSPUR | Re-enter GLENDOWER with the ladies |
1,746 | Henry IV | 45 | 3.1.194 | MORTIMER | This is the deadly spite that angers me, |
1,747 | Henry IV | 45 | 3.1.195 | MORTIMER | My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. |
1,748 | Henry IV | 46 | 3.1.196 | GLENDOWER | My daughter weeps: she will not part with you, |
1,749 | Henry IV | 46 | 3.1.197 | GLENDOWER | She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars. |
1,750 | Henry IV | 47 | 3.1.198 | MORTIMER | Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy |
1,751 | Henry IV | 47 | 3.1.199 | MORTIMER | Shall follow in your conduct speedily. |
1,752 | Henry IV | 47 | null | MORTIMER | Glendower speaks to her in Welsh, and she answers him in the same |
1,753 | Henry IV | 48 | 3.1.200 | GLENDOWER | She is desperate here, a peevish self-wind harlotry, |
1,754 | Henry IV | 48 | 3.1.201 | GLENDOWER | one that no persuasion can do good upon. |
1,755 | Henry IV | 48 | null | GLENDOWER | The lady speaks in Welsh |
1,756 | Henry IV | 49 | 3.1.202 | MORTIMER | I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh |
1,757 | Henry IV | 49 | 3.1.203 | MORTIMER | Which thou pour'st down from these swelling heavens |
1,758 | Henry IV | 49 | 3.1.204 | MORTIMER | I am too perfect in, and, but for shame, |
1,759 | Henry IV | 49 | 3.1.205 | MORTIMER | In such a parley should I answer thee. |
1,760 | Henry IV | 49 | null | MORTIMER | The lady speaks again in Welsh |
1,761 | Henry IV | 49 | 3.1.206 | MORTIMER | I understand thy kisses and thou mine, |
1,762 | Henry IV | 49 | 3.1.207 | MORTIMER | And that's a feeling disputation: |
1,763 | Henry IV | 49 | 3.1.208 | MORTIMER | But I will never be a truant, love, |
1,764 | Henry IV | 49 | 3.1.209 | MORTIMER | Till I have learned thy language, for thy tongue |
1,765 | Henry IV | 49 | 3.1.210 | MORTIMER | Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, |
1,766 | Henry IV | 49 | 3.1.211 | MORTIMER | Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, |
1,767 | Henry IV | 49 | 3.1.212 | MORTIMER | With ravishing division, to her lute. |
1,768 | Henry IV | 50 | 3.1.213 | GLENDOWER | Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. |
1,769 | Henry IV | 50 | null | GLENDOWER | The lady speaks again in Welsh |
1,770 | Henry IV | 51 | 3.1.214 | MORTIMER | O, I am ignorance itself in this! |
1,771 | Henry IV | 52 | 3.1.215 | GLENDOWER | She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down |
1,772 | Henry IV | 52 | 3.1.216 | GLENDOWER | And rest your gentle head upon her lap, |
1,773 | Henry IV | 52 | 3.1.217 | GLENDOWER | And she will sing the song that pleaseth you |
1,774 | Henry IV | 52 | 3.1.218 | GLENDOWER | And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep. |
1,775 | Henry IV | 52 | 3.1.219 | GLENDOWER | Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness, |
1,776 | Henry IV | 52 | 3.1.220 | GLENDOWER | Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep |
1,777 | Henry IV | 52 | 3.1.221 | GLENDOWER | As is the difference betwixt day and night |
1,778 | Henry IV | 52 | 3.1.222 | GLENDOWER | The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team |
1,779 | Henry IV | 52 | 3.1.223 | GLENDOWER | Begins his golden progress in the east. |
1,780 | Henry IV | 53 | 3.1.224 | MORTIMER | With all my heart I'll sit and hear her sing: |
1,781 | Henry IV | 53 | 3.1.225 | MORTIMER | By that time will our book, I think, be drawn |
1,782 | Henry IV | 54 | 3.1.226 | GLENDOWER | Do so, |
1,783 | Henry IV | 54 | 3.1.227 | GLENDOWER | And those musicians that shall play to you |
1,784 | Henry IV | 54 | 3.1.228 | GLENDOWER | Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence, |
1,785 | Henry IV | 54 | 3.1.229 | GLENDOWER | And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend. |
1,786 | Henry IV | 55 | 3.1.230 | HOTSPUR | Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come, |
1,787 | Henry IV | 55 | 3.1.231 | HOTSPUR | quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap. |
1,788 | Henry IV | 56 | 3.1.232 | LADY PERCY | Go, ye giddy goose. |
1,789 | Henry IV | 56 | null | LADY PERCY | The music plays |
1,790 | Henry IV | 57 | 3.1.233 | HOTSPUR | Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh, |
1,791 | Henry IV | 57 | 3.1.234 | HOTSPUR | And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous. |
1,792 | Henry IV | 57 | 3.1.235 | HOTSPUR | By'r lady, he is a good musician. |
1,793 | Henry IV | 58 | 3.1.236 | LADY PERCY | Then should you be nothing but musical for you are |
1,794 | Henry IV | 58 | 3.1.237 | LADY PERCY | altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief, |
1,795 | Henry IV | 58 | 3.1.238 | LADY PERCY | and hear the lady sing in Welsh. |
1,796 | Henry IV | 59 | 3.1.239 | HOTSPUR | I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish. |
1,797 | Henry IV | 60 | 3.1.240 | LADY PERCY | Wouldst thou have thy head broken? |
1,798 | Henry IV | 61 | 3.1.241 | HOTSPUR | No. |
1,799 | Henry IV | 62 | 3.1.242 | LADY PERCY | Then be still. |
1,800 | Henry IV | 63 | 3.1.243 | HOTSPUR | Neither,'tis a woman's fault. |
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