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How many be there of them?
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How many be there of them?
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Henry V. Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane;
Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape
from your encounter, then they light on us.
Peto. How many be there of them?
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No, no, they were not bound.
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No, no, they were not bound.
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Gadshill. And bound them.
Peto. No, no, they were not bound.
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Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would
swear truth out of Engl...
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Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would
swear truth out of England but he would make you
believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like.
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Henry V. 'Faith, tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff's
sword so hacked?
Peto. Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would
swear truth out of England but he would make you
believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like.
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Falstaff!--Fast asleep behind the arras, and
snorting like a horse.
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Falstaff!--Fast asleep behind the arras, and
snorting like a horse.
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Henry V. This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go,
call him forth.
Peto. Falstaff!--Fast asleep behind the arras, and
snorting like a horse.
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Nothing but papers, my lord.
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Nothing but papers, my lord.
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Henry V. Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets.
[He searcheth his pockets, and findeth certain papers]
What hast thou found?
Peto. Nothing but papers, my lord.
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[Reads] Item, A capon,. . 2s. 2d.
Item, Sauce,. . . 4d.
Item, Sack, two...
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[Reads] Item, A capon,. . 2s. 2d.
Item, Sauce,. . . 4d.
Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.
Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d.
Item, Bread, ob.
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Henry V. Let's see what they be: read them.
Peto. [Reads] Item, A capon,. . 2s. 2d.
Item, Sauce,. . . 4d.
Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.
Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d.
Item, Bread, ob.
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Good morrow, good my lord.
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Good morrow, good my lord.
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Henry V. O monstrous! but one half-penny-worth of bread to
this intolerable deal of sack! What there is else,
keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there
let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the
morning. We must all to the wars, and thy place
shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a
charge of foot; and I know his death will be a
march of twelve-score. The money shall be paid
back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in
the morning; and so, good morrow, Peto.
Peto. Good morrow, good my lord.
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