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

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1 II / 4
  • Better than I was--hem.
  • Better than I was--hem.
  • Mistress Quickly. I' faith, sweetheart, methinks now you are in an
    good temperality. Your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as
    would desire; and your colour, I warrant you, is as red as
    rose, in good truth, la! But, i' faith, you have drunk too
    canaries; and that's a marvellous searching wine, and it
    the blood ere one can say 'What's this?' How do you now?

    Doll Tearsheet. Better than I was--hem.

2 II / 4
  • A pox damn you, you muddy rascal! Is that all the comfort
    give me?
  • A pox damn you, you muddy rascal! Is that all the comfort
    give me?
  • Falstaff. So is all her sect; and they be once in a calm, they
    sick.

    Doll Tearsheet. A pox damn you, you muddy rascal! Is that all the comfort
    give me?

3 II / 4
  • I make them! Gluttony and diseases make them: I make them
    not.
  • I make them! Gluttony and diseases make them: I make them
    not.
  • Falstaff. You make fat rascals, Mistress Doll.

    Doll Tearsheet. I make them! Gluttony and diseases make them: I make them
    not.

4 II / 4
  • Yea, joy, our chains and our jewels.
  • Yea, joy, our chains and our jewels.
  • Falstaff. If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to
    the diseases, Doll. We catch of you, Doll, we catch of you;
    that, my poor virtue, grant that.

    Doll Tearsheet. Yea, joy, our chains and our jewels.

5 II / 4
  • Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself!
  • Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself!
  • Falstaff. 'Your brooches, pearls, and ouches.' For to serve
    is to come halting off; you know, to come off the breach with
    pike bent bravely, and to surgery bravely; to venture upon
    charg'd chambers bravely--

    Doll Tearsheet. Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself!

6 II / 4
  • Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogs-head?
    There's a whole mer...
  • Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogs-head?
    There's a whole merchant's venture of Bourdeaux stuff in him;
    have not seen a hulk better stuff'd in the hold. Come, I'll
    friends with thee, Jack. Thou art going to the wars; and
    I shall ever see thee again or no, there is nobody cares.
  • Mistress Quickly. By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two never
    but you fall to some discord. You are both, i' good truth, as
    rheumatic as two dry toasts; you cannot one bear with
    confirmities. What the good-year! one must bear, and that
    you. You are the weaker vessel, as as they say, the emptier
    vessel.

    Doll Tearsheet. Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogs-head?
    There's a whole merchant's venture of Bourdeaux stuff in him;
    have not seen a hulk better stuff'd in the hold. Come, I'll
    friends with thee, Jack. Thou art going to the wars; and
    I shall ever see thee again or no, there is nobody cares.

7 II / 4
  • Hang him, swaggering rascal! Let him not come hither; it
    the foul-mouth'dst...
  • Hang him, swaggering rascal! Let him not come hither; it
    the foul-mouth'dst rogue in England.
  • Francis. Sir, Ancient Pistol's below and would speak with you.

    Doll Tearsheet. Hang him, swaggering rascal! Let him not come hither; it
    the foul-mouth'dst rogue in England.

8 II / 4
  • So you do, hostess.
  • So you do, hostess.
  • Mistress Quickly. Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man my
    nor no cheater; but I do not love swaggering, by my troth. I
    the worse when one says 'swagger.' Feel, masters, how I
    look you, I warrant you.

    Doll Tearsheet. So you do, hostess.

9 II / 4
  • Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What! you poor,
    base, rascally, ch...
  • 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. Then to you, Mistress Dorothy; I will charge you.

    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.

10 II / 4
  • Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By
    wine, I'll thrust my k...
  • 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. I know you, Mistress Dorothy.

    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!

11 II / 4
  • Captain! Thou abominable damn'd cheater, art thou not
    to be called captain?...
  • Captain! Thou abominable damn'd cheater, art thou not
    to be called captain? An captains were of my mind, they would
    truncheon you out, for taking their names upon you before you
    have earn'd them. You a captain! you slave, for what? For
    a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house? He a captain! hang him,
    rogue! He lives upon mouldy stew'd prunes and dried cakes. A
    captain! God's light, these villains will make the word as
    as the word 'occupy'; which was an excellent good word before
    was ill sorted. Therefore captains had need look to't.
  • Mistress Quickly. No, good Captain Pistol; not here, sweet captain.

    Doll Tearsheet. Captain! Thou abominable damn'd cheater, art thou not
    to be called captain? An captains were of my mind, they would
    truncheon you out, for taking their names upon you before you
    have earn'd them. You a captain! you slave, for what? For
    a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house? He a captain! hang him,
    rogue! He lives upon mouldy stew'd prunes and dried cakes. A
    captain! God's light, these villains will make the word as
    as the word 'occupy'; which was an excellent good word before
    was ill sorted. Therefore captains had need look to't.

12 II / 4
  • For God's sake thrust him down stairs; I cannot endure
    fustian rascal.
  • For God's sake thrust him down stairs; I cannot endure
    fustian rascal.
  • Pistol. Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf. What! we have seen the
    stars.

    Doll Tearsheet. For God's sake thrust him down stairs; I cannot endure
    fustian rascal.

13 II / 4
  • I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw.
  • I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw.
  • Falstaff. Give me my rapier, boy.

    Doll Tearsheet. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw.

14 II / 4
  • I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal's gone. Ah, you
    whoreson little vali...
  • I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal's gone. Ah, you
    whoreson little valiant villain, you!
  • Mistress Quickly. Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear keeping house
    I'll be in these tirrits and frights. So; murder, I warrant
    Alas, alas! put up your naked weapons, put up your naked

    Doll Tearsheet. I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal's gone. Ah, you
    whoreson little valiant villain, you!

15 II / 4
  • Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, poor ape, how thou
    sweat'st! Come, le...
  • Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, poor ape, how thou
    sweat'st! Come, let me wipe thy face. Come on, you whoreson
    chops. Ah, rogue! i' faith, I love thee. Thou art as valorous
    Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon, and ten times better
    than the Nine Worthies. Ah, villain!
  • Falstaff. A rascal! to brave me!

    Doll Tearsheet. Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, poor ape, how thou
    sweat'st! Come, let me wipe thy face. Come on, you whoreson
    chops. Ah, rogue! i' faith, I love thee. Thou art as valorous
    Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon, and ten times better
    than the Nine Worthies. Ah, villain!

16 II / 4
  • Do, an thou dar'st for thy heart. An thou dost, I'll
    thee between a pair of...
  • Do, an thou dar'st for thy heart. An thou dost, I'll
    thee between a pair of sheets.
  • Falstaff. A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket.

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

17 II / 4
  • I' faith, and thou follow'dst him like a church. Thou
    whoreson little tidy B...
  • I' faith, and thou follow'dst him like a church. Thou
    whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig, when wilt thou
    fighting a days and foining a nights, and begin to patch up
    old body for heaven?
    Enter, behind, PRINCE HENRY and POINS disguised as drawers
  • Falstaff. Let them play. Play, sirs. Sit on my knee, Don. A
    bragging slave! The rogue fled from me like quick-silver.

    Doll Tearsheet. I' faith, and thou follow'dst him like a church. Thou
    whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig, when wilt thou
    fighting a days and foining a nights, and begin to patch up
    old body for heaven?
    Enter, behind, PRINCE HENRY and POINS disguised as drawers

18 II / 4
  • Sirrah, what humour's the Prince of?
  • Sirrah, what humour's the Prince of?
  • Falstaff. Peace, good Doll! Do not speak like a death's-head;
    not bid me remember mine end.

    Doll Tearsheet. Sirrah, what humour's the Prince of?

19 II / 4
  • They say Poins has a good wit.
  • They say Poins has a good wit.
  • Falstaff. A good shallow young fellow. 'A would have made a
    pantler; 'a would ha' chipp'd bread well.

    Doll Tearsheet. They say Poins has a good wit.

20 II / 4
  • Why does the Prince love him so, then?
  • Why does the Prince love him so, then?
  • Falstaff. He a good wit! hang him, baboon! His wit's as thick
    Tewksbury mustard; there's no more conceit in him than is in
    mallet.

    Doll Tearsheet. Why does the Prince love him so, then?

21 II / 4
  • By my troth, I kiss thee with a most constant heart.
  • By my troth, I kiss thee with a most constant heart.
  • Falstaff. Thou dost give me flattering busses.

    Doll Tearsheet. By my troth, I kiss thee with a most constant heart.

22 II / 4
  • I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young boy of
    them all.
  • I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young boy of
    them all.
  • Falstaff. I am old, I am old.

    Doll Tearsheet. I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young boy of
    them all.

23 II / 4
  • By my troth, thou't set me a-weeping, an thou say'st so.
    Prove that ever I d...
  • By my troth, thou't set me a-weeping, an thou say'st so.
    Prove that ever I dress myself handsome till thy return.
    hearken a' th' end.
  • Falstaff. What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receive
    Thursday. Shalt have a cap to-morrow. A merry song, come. 'A
    grows late; we'll to bed. Thou't forget me when I am gone.

    Doll Tearsheet. By my troth, thou't set me a-weeping, an thou say'st so.
    Prove that ever I dress myself handsome till thy return.
    hearken a' th' end.

24 II / 4
  • How, you fat fool! I scorn you.
  • How, you fat fool! I scorn you.
  • Falstaff. Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, by this light
    flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome.

    Doll Tearsheet. How, you fat fool! I scorn you.

25 II / 4
  • What says your Grace?
  • What says your Grace?
  • Henry V. You, gentlewoman--

    Doll Tearsheet. What says your Grace?

26 II / 4
  • I cannot speak. If my heart be not ready to burst!
    Well, sweet Jack, have a...
  • I cannot speak. If my heart be not ready to burst!
    Well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself.
  • Falstaff. [To the PAGE]. Pay the musicians, sirrah.--Farewell,
    hostess; farewell, Doll. You see, my good wenches, how men of
    merit are sought after; the undeserver may sleep, when the
    action is call'd on. Farewell, good wenches. If I be not sent
    away post, I will see you again ere I go.

    Doll Tearsheet. I cannot speak. If my heart be not ready to burst!
    Well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself.

27 V / 4
  • Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell thee what,
    thou damn'd tripe...
  • Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell thee what,
    thou damn'd tripe-visag'd rascal, an the child I now go with do
    miscarry, thou wert better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou
    paper-fac'd villain.
  • First Beadle. The constables have delivered her over to me; and she
    shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant her. There hath been
    a man or two lately kill'd about her.

    Doll Tearsheet. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell thee what,
    thou damn'd tripe-visag'd rascal, an the child I now go with do
    miscarry, thou wert better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou
    paper-fac'd villain.

28 V / 4
  • I'll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I will have you
    as soundly swi...
  • I'll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I will have you
    as soundly swing'd for this--you blue-bottle rogue, you filthy
    famish'd correctioner, if you be not swing'd, I'll forswear
    half-kirtles.
  • First Beadle. If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again;
    you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go with me; for
    the man is dead that you and Pistol beat amongst you.

    Doll Tearsheet. I'll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I will have you
    as soundly swing'd for this--you blue-bottle rogue, you filthy
    famish'd correctioner, if you be not swing'd, I'll forswear
    half-kirtles.

29 V / 4
  • Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.
  • Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.
  • Mistress Quickly. O God, that right should thus overcome might!
    Well, of sufferance comes ease.

    Doll Tearsheet. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.

30 V / 4
  • Goodman death, goodman bones!
  • Goodman death, goodman bones!
  • Mistress Quickly. Ay, come, you starv'd bloodhound.

    Doll Tearsheet. Goodman death, goodman bones!

31 V / 4
  • Come, you thin thing! come, you rascal!
  • Come, you thin thing! come, you rascal!
  • Mistress Quickly. Thou atomy, thou!

    Doll Tearsheet. Come, you thin thing! come, you rascal!

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