Speeches (Lines) for Page in "History of Henry IV, Part II"

Falstaff. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my water?

Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy water;
for the party that owed it, he might have moe diseases than
knew for.

Falstaff. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The
this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent
that intends to laughter, more than I invent or is invented
me. I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is
other men. I do here walk before thee like a sow that hath
overwhelm'd all her litter but one. If the Prince put thee
my service for any other reason than to set me off, why then
have no judgment. Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to
worn in my cap than to wait at my heels. I was never mann'd
an agate till now; but I will inset you neither in gold nor
silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back again to your
master, for a jewel--the juvenal, the Prince your master,
chin is not yet fledge. I will sooner have a beard grow in
palm of my hand than he shall get one off his cheek; and yet
will not stick to say his face is a face-royal. God may
when he will, 'tis not a hair amiss yet. He may keep it still
a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence out of
and yet he'll be crowing as if he had writ man ever since his
father was a bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he's
out of mine, I can assure him. What said Master Dommelton
the satin for my short cloak and my slops?

Page. He said, sir, you should procure him better assurance
Bardolph. He would not take his band and yours; he liked not
security.

Falstaff. Let him be damn'd, like the Glutton; pray God his
be hotter! A whoreson Achitophel! A rascal-yea-forsooth
bear a gentleman in hand, and then stand upon security! The
whoreson smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and
bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is through
them in honest taking-up, then they must stand upon security.
had as lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth as offer to
it with security. I look'd 'a should have sent me two and
yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he sends me
Well, he may sleep in security; for he hath the horn of
abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines through it;
yet cannot he see, though he have his own lanthorn to light
Where's Bardolph?

Page. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship horse.

Falstaff. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in
Smithfield. An I could get me but a wife in the stews, I were
mann'd, hors'd, and wiv'd.

Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the
Prince for striking him about Bardolph.

Falstaff. Boy, tell him I am deaf.

Page. You must speak louder; my master is deaf.

Falstaff. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. A man can
more separate age and covetousness than 'a can part young
and lechery; but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches
other; and so both the degrees prevent my curses. Boy!

Page. Sir?

Falstaff. What money is in my purse?

Page. Seven groats and two pence.

Mistress Quickly. Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou wot, wot
thou wot, wot ta? Do, do, thou rogue! do, thou hemp-seed!

Page. Away, you scullion! you rampallian! you fustilarian!
I'll tickle your catastrophe.

Edward Poins. Come, you virtuous ass, you bashful fool, must you be
blushing? Wherefore blush you now? What a maidenly
are you become! Is't such a matter to get a pottle-pot's
maidenhead?

Page. 'A calls me e'en now, my lord, through a red lattice, and
could discern no part of his face from the window. At last I
spied his eyes; and methought he had made two holes in the
alewife's new petticoat, and so peep'd through.

Bardolph. Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away!

Page. Away, you rascally Althaea's dream, away!

Henry V. Instruct us, boy; what dream, boy?

Page. Marry, my lord, Althaea dreamt she was delivered of a
firebrand; and therefore I call him her dream.

Henry V. What company?

Page. Ephesians, my lord, of the old church.

Henry V. Sup any women with him?

Page. None, my lord, but old Mistress Quickly and Mistress Doll
Tearsheet.

Henry V. What pagan may that be?

Page. A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kinswoman of my

Bardolph. I have no tongue, sir.

Page. And for mine, sir, I will govern it.

Pistol. Not I! I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could
her; I'll be reveng'd of her.

Page. Pray thee go down.

Doll Tearsheet. Do, an thou dar'st for thy heart. An thou dost, I'll
thee between a pair of sheets.

Page. The music is come, sir.