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

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 II / 4
  • God save you, Sir John!
  • God save you, Sir John!
  • Hostess Quickly. Do I? Yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere an aspen
    cannot abide swagg'rers.

    Pistol. God save you, Sir John!

2 II / 4
  • I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.
  • I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.
  • Falstaff. Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge you
    a cup of sack; do you discharge upon mine hostess.

    Pistol. I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.

3 II / 4
  • Then to you, Mistress Dorothy; I will charge you.
  • Then to you, Mistress Dorothy; I will charge you.
  • Hostess Quickly. Come, I'll drink no proofs nor no bullets. I'll drink
    more than will do me good, for no man's pleasure, I.

    Pistol. Then to you, Mistress Dorothy; I will charge you.

4 II / 4
  • I know you, Mistress Dorothy.
  • I know you, Mistress Dorothy.
  • Doll Tearsheet. Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What! you poor,
    base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy
    rogue, away! I am meat for your master.

    Pistol. I know you, Mistress Dorothy.

5 II / 4
  • God let me not live but I will murder your ruff for
  • God let me not live but I will murder your ruff for
  • Doll Tearsheet. Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By
    wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play
    saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you
    basket-hilt stale juggler, you! Since when, I pray you, sir?
    God's light, with two points on your shoulder? Much!

    Pistol. God let me not live but I will murder your ruff for

6 II / 4
  • Not I! I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could
    her; I'll be reveng'd of...
  • Not I! I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could
    her; I'll be reveng'd of her.
  • Falstaff. Hark thee hither, Mistress Doll.

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

7 II / 4
  • I'll see her damn'd first; to Pluto's damn'd lake, by
    hand, to th' infernal...
  • I'll see her damn'd first; to Pluto's damn'd lake, by
    hand, to th' infernal deep, with Erebus and tortures vile
    Hold hook and line, say I. Down, down, dogs! down, faitors!
    we not Hiren here?
  • Page. Pray thee go down.

    Pistol. I'll see her damn'd first; to Pluto's damn'd lake, by
    hand, to th' infernal deep, with Erebus and tortures vile
    Hold hook and line, say I. Down, down, dogs! down, faitors!
    we not Hiren here?

8 II / 4
  • These be good humours, indeed! Shall packhorses,
    And hollow pamper'd jades o...
  • These be good humours, indeed! Shall packhorses,
    And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,
    Which cannot go but thirty mile a day,
    Compare with Caesars, and with Cannibals,
    And Troiant Greeks? Nay, rather damn them with
    King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar.
    Shall we fall foul for toys?
  • Hostess Quickly. Good Captain Peesel, be quiet; 'tis very late, i'
    beseek you now, aggravate your choler.

    Pistol. These be good humours, indeed! Shall packhorses,
    And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,
    Which cannot go but thirty mile a day,
    Compare with Caesars, and with Cannibals,
    And Troiant Greeks? Nay, rather damn them with
    King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar.
    Shall we fall foul for toys?

9 II / 4
  • Die men like dogs! Give crowns like pins! Have we not
    here?
  • Die men like dogs! Give crowns like pins! Have we not
    here?
  • Bardolph. Be gone, good ancient; this will grow to a brawl

    Pistol. Die men like dogs! Give crowns like pins! Have we not
    here?

10 II / 4
  • Then feed and be fat, my fair Calipolis.
    Come, give's some sack.
    'Si for...
  • Then feed and be fat, my fair Calipolis.
    Come, give's some sack.
    'Si fortune me tormente sperato me contento.'
    Fear we broadsides? No, let the fiend give fire.
    Give me some sack; and, sweetheart, lie thou there.
    [Laying down his sword]
    Come we to full points here, and are etceteras nothings?
  • Hostess Quickly. O' my word, Captain, there's none such here. What the
    good-year! do you think I would deny her? For God's sake, be
    quiet.

    Pistol. Then feed and be fat, my fair Calipolis.
    Come, give's some sack.
    'Si fortune me tormente sperato me contento.'
    Fear we broadsides? No, let the fiend give fire.
    Give me some sack; and, sweetheart, lie thou there.
    [Laying down his sword]
    Come we to full points here, and are etceteras nothings?

11 II / 4
  • Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf. What! we have seen the
    stars.
  • Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf. What! we have seen the
    stars.
  • Falstaff. Pistol, I would be quiet.

    Pistol. Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf. What! we have seen the
    stars.

12 II / 4
  • Thrust him down stairs! Know we not Galloway nags?
  • Thrust him down stairs! Know we not Galloway nags?
  • Doll Tearsheet. For God's sake thrust him down stairs; I cannot endure
    fustian rascal.

    Pistol. Thrust him down stairs! Know we not Galloway nags?

13 II / 4
  • What! shall we have incision? Shall we imbrue?
    [Snatching up his sword]
    ...
  • What! shall we have incision? Shall we imbrue?
    [Snatching up his sword]
    Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days!
    Why, then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds
    Untwine the Sisters Three! Come, Atropos, I say!
  • Bardolph. Come, get you down stairs.

    Pistol. What! shall we have incision? Shall we imbrue?
    [Snatching up his sword]
    Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days!
    Why, then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds
    Untwine the Sisters Three! Come, Atropos, I say!

14 V / 3
  • Sir John, God save you!
  • Sir John, God save you!
  • Falstaff. From the court? Let him come in.
    [Enter PISTOL]
    How now, Pistol?

    Pistol. Sir John, God save you!

15 V / 3
  • Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet
    thou art now one of the g...
  • Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet
    thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm.
  • Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol?

    Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet
    thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm.

16 V / 3
  • Puff!
    Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
    Sir John, I am thy P...
  • Puff!
    Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
    Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend,
    And helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
    And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,
    And golden times, and happy news of price.
  • Silence. By'r lady, I think 'a be, but goodman Puff of Barson.

    Pistol. Puff!
    Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
    Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend,
    And helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
    And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,
    And golden times, and happy news of price.

17 V / 3
  • A foutra for the world and worldlings base!
    I speak of Africa and golden joy...
  • A foutra for the world and worldlings base!
    I speak of Africa and golden joys.
  • Falstaff. I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this

    Pistol. A foutra for the world and worldlings base!
    I speak of Africa and golden joys.

18 V / 3
  • Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
    And shall good news be baffled? <...
  • Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
    And shall good news be baffled?
    Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.
  • Silence. [Singing] And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.

    Pistol. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
    And shall good news be baffled?
    Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.

19 V / 3
  • Why, then, lament therefore.
  • Why, then, lament therefore.
  • Robert Shallow. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.

    Pistol. Why, then, lament therefore.

20 V / 3
  • Under which king, Bezonian? Speak, or die.
  • Under which king, Bezonian? Speak, or die.
  • Robert Shallow. Give me pardon, sir. If, sir, you come with news from
    court, I take it there's but two ways--either to utter them
    conceal them. I am, sir, under the King, in some authority.

    Pistol. Under which king, Bezonian? Speak, or die.

21 V / 3
  • Harry the Fourth--or Fifth?
  • Harry the Fourth--or Fifth?
  • Robert Shallow. Under King Harry.

    Pistol. Harry the Fourth--or Fifth?

22 V / 3
  • A foutra for thine office!
    Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is King;
    Har...
  • A foutra for thine office!
    Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is King;
    Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth.
    When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like
    The bragging Spaniard.
  • Robert Shallow. Harry the Fourth.

    Pistol. A foutra for thine office!
    Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is King;
    Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth.
    When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like
    The bragging Spaniard.

23 V / 3
  • As nail in door. The things I speak are just.
  • As nail in door. The things I speak are just.
  • Falstaff. What, is the old king dead?

    Pistol. As nail in door. The things I speak are just.

24 V / 3
  • What, I do bring good news?
  • What, I do bring good news?
  • Bardolph. O joyful day!
    I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.

    Pistol. What, I do bring good news?

25 V / 3
  • Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
    'Where is the life that late I le...
  • Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
    'Where is the life that late I led?' say they.
    Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days! Exeunt
  • Falstaff. Carry Master Silence to bed. Master Shallow, my Lord
    Shallow, be what thou wilt--I am Fortune's steward. Get on
    boots; we'll ride all night. O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph!
    [Exit BARDOLPH] Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal
    devise something to do thyself good. Boot, boot, Master
    I know the young King is sick for me. Let us take any man's
    horses: the laws of England are at my commandment. Blessed
    they that have been my friends; and woe to my Lord Chief

    Pistol. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
    'Where is the life that late I led?' say they.
    Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days! Exeunt

26 V / 5
  • God bless thy lungs, good knight!
  • God bless thy lungs, good knight!
  • Falstaff. Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow; I will make the
    King do you grace. I will leer upon him, as 'a comes by; and do
    but mark the countenance that he will give me.

    Pistol. God bless thy lungs, good knight!

27 V / 5
  • 'Tis 'semper idem' for 'obsque hoc nihil est.' 'Tis all
    every part.
  • 'Tis 'semper idem' for 'obsque hoc nihil est.' 'Tis all
    every part.
  • Falstaff. But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with
    desire to see him; thinking of nothing else, putting all
    else in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done
    see him.

    Pistol. 'Tis 'semper idem' for 'obsque hoc nihil est.' 'Tis all
    every part.

28 V / 5
  • My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver
    And make thee rage.
    Thy Doll,...
  • My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver
    And make thee rage.
    Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
    Is in base durance and contagious prison;
    Hal'd thither
    By most mechanical and dirty hand.
    Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto's snake,
    For Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.
  • Robert Shallow. 'Tis so, indeed.

    Pistol. My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver
    And make thee rage.
    Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
    Is in base durance and contagious prison;
    Hal'd thither
    By most mechanical and dirty hand.
    Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto's snake,
    For Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.

29 V / 5
  • There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.
  • There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.
  • Falstaff. I will deliver her.

    Pistol. There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.

30 V / 5
  • The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of
  • The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of
  • Falstaff. God save thy Grace, King Hal; my royal Hal!

    Pistol. The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of

31 V / 5
  • Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta.
  • Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta.
  • Lord Chief Justice. I cannot now speak. I will hear you soon.
    Take them away.

    Pistol. Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta.

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