This villanous saltpetre should be digg’d And telling me, the sovereign’st thing on earth.He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,.He gave his nose, and took ’t away again. Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home Īnd ’twixt his finger and his thumb he held Fresh as a bridegroom and his chin, new reap’d,.Than that which hath no foil to set it off. Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, So, when this loose behaviour I throw off,Īnd, like bright metal on a sullen ground,.There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee, nor thou cam'st not of the blood royal, if thou dar'st not stand for ten shillings.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.

’T is my vocation, Hal ’t is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.

And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.

O, Thou hast damnable iteration and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.

I would to God, thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought.

Thou hast the most unsavory similes and art, indeed, the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young prince.

Diana’s foresters, Gentlemen of the shade, Minions of the moon.

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.

Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail’d Over whose acres walked those blessed feet,

King henry iv william shakespeare