Henry IV, part 1

• Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know. (Prince Hal, I.ii)

• Thou hast the most unsavory similes, and art, indeed, the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young prince (Falstaff, I.ii)

• thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. (Falstaff, I.ii)

• Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs: he will give the devil his due. (Prince Hal, I.ii)

• Theres neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings. (Falstaff, I.ii)

• So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, and pay the debt I never promised, by how much better than my word I am by so much shall I falsify mens hopes; and like bright metal on a sullen ground, my reformation, glittering oer my fault, shall show more goodly and attract more eyes than that which hath no foil to set it off. (Prince Hal, I.ii)

• O! the blood more stirs to rouse a lion than to start a hare. (Hotspur, I.iii)

• By heaven methinks it were an easy leap to pluck bright honour from the pale-facd 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; so he that doth redeem her thence might wear without corrival all her dignities: but out upon this half-facd fellowship! (Hotspur, I.iii)

• If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, Ill be hanged (Falstaff, II.ii)

• There live not three good men unhanged in England, and one of them is fat and grows old (Falstaff, II.iv)

• 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 that word, honour? Air. (Falstaff, V.i)

• O, Harry! thou hast robbd me of my youth. (Hotspur, V.iv)

• The better part of valour is discretion (Falstaff, V.iv)

• Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath; and so was he. But we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. (Falstaff, V.iv)