Speeches (Lines) for Man in "History of Henry VIII"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 V / 4
  • Pray, sir, be patient: 'tis as much impossible--
    Unless we sweep 'em from th...
  • Pray, sir, be patient: 'tis as much impossible--
    Unless we sweep 'em from the door with cannons--
    To scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em sleep
    On May-day morning; which will never be:
    We may as well push against Powle's, as stir em.
  • Porter. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, ye rogue! is
    this a place to roar in? Fetch me a dozen crab-tree
    staves, and strong ones: these are but switches to
    'em. I'll scratch your heads: you must be seeing
    christenings? do you look for ale and cakes here,
    you rude rascals?

    Man. Pray, sir, be patient: 'tis as much impossible--
    Unless we sweep 'em from the door with cannons--
    To scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em sleep
    On May-day morning; which will never be:
    We may as well push against Powle's, as stir em.

2 V / 4
  • Alas, I know not; how gets the tide in?
    As much as one sound cudgel of four...
  • Alas, I know not; how gets the tide in?
    As much as one sound cudgel of four foot--
    You see the poor remainder--could distribute,
    I made no spare, sir.
  • Porter. How got they in, and be hang'd?

    Man. Alas, I know not; how gets the tide in?
    As much as one sound cudgel of four foot--
    You see the poor remainder--could distribute,
    I made no spare, sir.

3 V / 4
  • I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand,
    To mow 'em down before me: but i...
  • I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand,
    To mow 'em down before me: but if I spared any
    That had a head to hit, either young or old,
    He or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker,
    Let me ne'er hope to see a chine again
    And that I would not for a cow, God save her!
    [Within]
    Do you hear, master porter?
  • Porter. You did nothing, sir.

    Man. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand,
    To mow 'em down before me: but if I spared any
    That had a head to hit, either young or old,
    He or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker,
    Let me ne'er hope to see a chine again
    And that I would not for a cow, God save her!
    [Within]
    Do you hear, master porter?

4 V / 4
  • What would you have me do?
  • What would you have me do?
  • Porter. I shall be with you presently, good master puppy.
    Keep the door close, sirrah.

    Man. What would you have me do?

5 V / 4
  • The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is a
    fellow somewhat near the door...
  • The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is a
    fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a
    brazier by his face, for, o' my conscience, twenty
    of the dog-days now reign in's nose; all that stand
    about him are under the line, they need no other
    penance: that fire-drake did I hit three times on
    the head, and three times was his nose discharged
    against me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, to
    blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of small
    wit near him, that railed upon me till her pinked
    porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a
    combustion in the state. I missed the meteor once,
    and hit that woman; who cried out 'Clubs!' when I
    might see from far some forty truncheoners draw to
    her succor, which were the hope o' the Strand, where
    she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my
    place: at length they came to the broom-staff to
    me; I defied 'em still: when suddenly a file of
    boys behind 'em, loose shot, delivered such a shower
    of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour in,
    and let 'em win the work: the devil was amongst
    'em, I think, surely.
  • Porter. What should you do, but knock 'em down by the
    dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster in? or have
    we some strange Indian with the great tool come to
    court, the women so besiege us? Bless me, what a
    fry of fornication is at door! On my Christian
    conscience, this one christening will beget a
    thousand; here will be father, godfather, and all together.

    Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is a
    fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a
    brazier by his face, for, o' my conscience, twenty
    of the dog-days now reign in's nose; all that stand
    about him are under the line, they need no other
    penance: that fire-drake did I hit three times on
    the head, and three times was his nose discharged
    against me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, to
    blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of small
    wit near him, that railed upon me till her pinked
    porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a
    combustion in the state. I missed the meteor once,
    and hit that woman; who cried out 'Clubs!' when I
    might see from far some forty truncheoners draw to
    her succor, which were the hope o' the Strand, where
    she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my
    place: at length they came to the broom-staff to
    me; I defied 'em still: when suddenly a file of
    boys behind 'em, loose shot, delivered such a shower
    of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour in,
    and let 'em win the work: the devil was amongst
    'em, I think, surely.

6 V / 4
  • You great fellow,
    Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.
  • You great fellow,
    Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.
  • Porter. Make way there for the princess.

    Man. You great fellow,
    Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.

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