Speeches (Lines) for Hostess Quickly in "History of Henry V"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 II / 1
  • No, by my troth, not long; for we cannot lodge and
    board a dozen or fourteen...
  • No, by my troth, not long; for we cannot lodge and
    board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live
    honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will
    be thought we keep a bawdy house straight.
    [NYM and PISTOL draw]
    O well a day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! we
    shall see wilful adultery and murder committed.
  • Pistol. Base tike, call'st thou me host? Now, by this hand,
    I swear, I scorn the term; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.

    Hostess Quickly. No, by my troth, not long; for we cannot lodge and
    board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live
    honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will
    be thought we keep a bawdy house straight.
    [NYM and PISTOL draw]
    O well a day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! we
    shall see wilful adultery and murder committed.

2 II / 1
  • Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put up your sword.
  • Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put up your sword.
  • Pistol. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-ear'd cur of Iceland!

    Hostess Quickly. Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put up your sword.

3 II / 1
  • By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of
    these days. The king has...
  • By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of
    these days. The king has killed his heart. Good
    husband, come home presently.
  • Bardolph. Away, you rogue!

    Hostess Quickly. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of
    these days. The king has killed his heart. Good
    husband, come home presently.

4 II / 1
  • As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir
    John. Ah, poor heart! he i...
  • As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir
    John. Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning
    quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to
    behold. Sweet men, come to him.
  • Nym. Well, then, that's the humour of't.

    Hostess Quickly. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir
    John. Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning
    quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to
    behold. Sweet men, come to him.

5 II / 3
  • Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.
  • Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.
  • Henry V. God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sentence.
    You have conspired against our royal person,
    Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd and from his coffers
    Received the golden earnest of our death;
    Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,
    His princes and his peers to servitude,
    His subjects to oppression and contempt
    And his whole kingdom into desolation.
    Touching our person seek we no revenge;
    But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
    Whose ruin you have sought, that to her laws
    We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,
    Poor miserable wretches, to your death:
    The taste whereof, God of his mercy give
    You patience to endure, and true repentance
    Of all your dear offences! Bear them hence.
    [Exeunt CAMBRIDGE, SCROOP and GREY, guarded]
    Now, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof
    Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
    We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,
    Since God so graciously hath brought to light
    This dangerous treason lurking in our way
    To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now
    But every rub is smoothed on our way.
    Then forth, dear countrymen: let us deliver
    Our puissance into the hand of God,
    Putting it straight in expedition.
    Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:
    No king of England, if not king of France.

    Hostess Quickly. Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.

6 II / 3
  • Nay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in Arthur's
    bosom, if ever man went to Art...
  • Nay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in Arthur's
    bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A' made
    a finer end and went away an it had been any
    christom child; a' parted even just between twelve
    and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after
    I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with
    flowers and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew
    there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as
    a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. 'How now,
    sir John!' quoth I. 'what, man! be o' good
    cheer.' So a' cried out 'God, God, God!' three or
    four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a'
    should not think of God; I hoped there was no need
    to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So
    a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my
    hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as
    cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and
    they were as cold as any stone, and so upward and
    upward, and all was as cold as any stone.
  • Bardolph. Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in
    heaven or in hell!

    Hostess Quickly. Nay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in Arthur's
    bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A' made
    a finer end and went away an it had been any
    christom child; a' parted even just between twelve
    and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after
    I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with
    flowers and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew
    there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as
    a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. 'How now,
    sir John!' quoth I. 'what, man! be o' good
    cheer.' So a' cried out 'God, God, God!' three or
    four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a'
    should not think of God; I hoped there was no need
    to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So
    a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my
    hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as
    cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and
    they were as cold as any stone, and so upward and
    upward, and all was as cold as any stone.

7 II / 3
  • Ay, that a' did.
  • Ay, that a' did.
  • Nym. They say he cried out of sack.

    Hostess Quickly. Ay, that a' did.

8 II / 3
  • Nay, that a' did not.
  • Nay, that a' did not.
  • Bardolph. And of women.

    Hostess Quickly. Nay, that a' did not.

9 II / 3
  • A' could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he
    never liked.
  • A' could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he
    never liked.
  • Boy. Yes, that a' did; and said they were devils
    incarnate.

    Hostess Quickly. A' could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he
    never liked.

10 II / 3
  • A' did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then
    he was rheumatic, and ta...
  • A' did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then
    he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon.
  • Boy. A' said once, the devil would have him about women.

    Hostess Quickly. A' did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then
    he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon.

11 II / 3
  • Farewell; adieu.
  • Farewell; adieu.
  • Pistol. Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee command.

    Hostess Quickly. Farewell; adieu.

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