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Part I

. Act i. Sc. 3._

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.

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

I know a trick worth two of that.

_King Henry IV. Part I . Act ii. Sc. 1._

If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I 'll be hanged.

_King Henry IV. Part I . Act ii. Sc. 2._

It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever.

_King Henry IV. Part I . Act ii. Sc. 2._

Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along.

_King Henry IV. Part I . Act ii. Sc. 2._

Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

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

Brain him with his lady's fan.

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

A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy.

_King Henry IV. Part I . Act ii. Sc. 4._

A plague of all cowards, I say.

_King Henry IV. Part I . Act ii. Sc. 4._

There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.

_King Henry IV. Part I . Act ii. Sc. 4._

Call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing!

_King Henry IV. Part I . Act ii. Sc. 4._

I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.

_King Henry IV.