On Stage
No more the thirsty entrance of this soil
Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood.
King Henry, Act 1, Scene 1
Yea, there thou mak’st me sad and mak’st me sin
In envy that my Lord Northumberland
Should be the father to so blest a son…
…Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him
See riot and dishonour stain the brow
Of my young Harry.
King Henry, Act 1, Scene 1
Let us be Diana’s foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.
Falstaff, Act 1, Scene 2
If all the year were playing holidays
To sport would be as tedious as to work.
Prince Hal, Act 1, Scene 2
I’ll so offend to make offence a skill
Redeeming time when men think least I will.
Prince Hal, Act 1, Scene 2
Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world.
Prince Hal, Act 1, Scene 2
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.
Hotspur, Act 1, Scene 3
There lives not three good men unhanged in England, and one of them is fat and grows old.
Falstaff, Act 2, Scene 4
Falstaff: Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.
Prince Henry: I do, I will.
Act 2, Scene 4
Now my masters, for a true face and a good conscience.
Prince Hal, Act 2, Scene 4
While you live, tell truth and shame the devil!
Hotspur, Act 3, Scene 1
For every honour sitting on his helm
Would they were multitudes and on my head
My shames redoubled!
Prince Hal, Act 3, Scene 2
This sickness doth infect
The very life-blood of our enterprise.
Hotspur, Act 4, Scene 1
Prince Hal: I never did see such pitiful rascals.
Falstaff: Tut tut, good enough to toss, food for powder, food for powder, they’ll fill a pit as well as better. Tush man, mortal men, mortal men.
Act 4, Scene 2
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 that word ‘honour’? Air.
Falstaff, Act 5, Scene 1
O, Harry, thou hast robbed me of my youth!
Hotspur, Act 5, Scene 3
I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
To share with me in glory any more:
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere...
Prince Hal, Act 5, Scene 4
For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart!
Prince Hal, Act 5, Scene 4
The better part of valour is discretion.
Falstaff, Act 5, Scene 4
