Speeches (Lines) for Mistress Quickly in "History of Henry IV, Part I"

Falstaff. Ah, no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!

Mistress Quickly. O Jesu, my lord the prince!

Henry V. How now, my lady the hostess! what sayest thou to
me?

Mistress Quickly. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at
door would speak with you: he says he comes from
your father.

Falstaff. What manner of man is he?

Mistress Quickly. An old man.

Falstaff. And here is my speech. Stand aside, nobility.

Mistress Quickly. O Jesu, this is excellent sport, i' faith!

Falstaff. Weep not, sweet queen; for trickling tears are vain.

Mistress Quickly. O, the father, how he holds his countenance!

Falstaff. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen;
For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes.

Mistress Quickly. O Jesu, he doth it as like one of these harlotry
players as ever I see!

Falstaff. Out, ye rogue! Play out the play: I have much to
say in the behalf of that Falstaff.

Mistress Quickly. O Jesu, my lord, my lord!

Henry V. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick:
what's the matter?

Mistress Quickly. The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they
are come to search the house. Shall I let them in?

Falstaff. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burned.
[Enter Hostess]
How now, Dame Partlet the hen! have you inquired
yet who picked my pocket?

Mistress Quickly. Why, Sir John, what do you think, Sir John? do you
think I keep thieves in my house? I have searched,
I have inquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy
by boy, servant by servant: the tithe of a hair
was never lost in my house before.

Falstaff. Ye lie, hostess: Bardolph was shaved and lost many
a hair; and I'll be sworn my pocket was picked. Go
to, you are a woman, go.

Mistress Quickly. Who, I? no; I defy thee: God's light, I was never
called so in mine own house before.

Falstaff. Go to, I know you well enough.

Mistress Quickly. No, Sir John; You do not know me, Sir John. I know
you, Sir John: you owe me money, Sir John; and now
you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I bought
you a dozen of shirts to your back.

Falstaff. Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to
bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them.

Mistress Quickly. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight
shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, Sir
John, for your diet and by-drinkings, and money lent
you, four and twenty pound.

Falstaff. He had his part of it; let him pay.

Mistress Quickly. He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing.

Falstaff. How! poor? look upon his face; what call you rich?
let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks:
Ill not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker
of me? shall I not take mine case in mine inn but I
shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a
seal-ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark.

Mistress Quickly. O Jesu, I have heard the prince tell him, I know not
how oft, that ring was copper!

Bardolph. Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.

Mistress Quickly. My lord, I pray you, hear me.

Henry V. What sayest thou, Mistress Quickly? How doth thy
husband? I love him well; he is an honest man.

Mistress Quickly. Good my lord, hear me.

Henry V. A trifle, some eight-penny matter.

Mistress Quickly. So I told him, my lord; and I said I heard your
grace say so: and, my lord, he speaks most vilely
of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is; and said
he would cudgel you.

Henry V. What! he did not?

Mistress Quickly. There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else.

Falstaff. There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed
prune; nor no more truth in thee than in a drawn
fox; and for womanhood, Maid Marian may be the
deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing,
go

Mistress Quickly. Say, what thing? what thing?

Falstaff. What thing! why, a thing to thank God on.

Mistress Quickly. I am no thing to thank God on, I would thou
shouldst know it; I am an honest man's wife: and,
setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to
call me so.

Falstaff. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say
otherwise.

Mistress Quickly. Say, what beast, thou knave, thou?

Falstaff. Why, she's neither fish nor flesh; a man knows not
where to have her.

Mistress Quickly. Thou art an unjust man in saying so: thou or any
man knows where to have me, thou knave, thou!

Henry V. Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly.

Mistress Quickly. So he doth you, my lord; and said this other day you
ought him a thousand pound.

Falstaff. A thousand pound, Ha! a million: thy love is worth
a million: thou owest me thy love.

Mistress Quickly. Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said he would
cudgel you.