Part I

. Act i. Sc. 2._

Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took 't away again.

_King Henry IV. Part I . Act i. Sc. 3._

And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called the untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

_King Henry IV. Part I . Act i. Sc. 3._

God save the mark.

_King Henry IV.