1.     Ourself…observed his courtship to the common people,

How he did seem to dive into their hearts
With humble and familiar courtesy,                                                         
What reverence he did throw away on slaves,
Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles
And patient underbearing of his fortune,
As 'twere to banish their affects with him…                             
As were our England in reversion his,
And he our subjects' next degree in hope.

Richard II

Speaking about: Bolingbroke

1.      Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land
Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;                                      
And thou, too careless patient as thou art,
Commit'st thy anointed body to the cure
Of those physicians that first wounded thee:
A thousand flatterers sit within thy crown,                         
Whose compass is no bigger than thy head;
And yet, incaged in so small a verge,
The waste is no whit lesser than thy land.

Gaunt

Spoken to: Richard II

1.      So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke,
Who all this while hath revell'd in the night
Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes,                       
Shall see us rising in our throne, the east,
His treasons will sit blushing in his face,
Not able to endure the sight of day,                                                         
But self-affrighted tremble at his sin.
Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Can wash the balm off from an anointed king;
The breath of worldly men cannot depose
The deputy elected by the Lord.

Richard II

1.      Alack, why am I sent for to a king,
Before I have shook off the regal thoughts                             
Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd
To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my limbs:
Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me                      
To this submission.

Richard II

Spoken to: Henry Bolingbroke

They love not poison that do poison need,
Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead,                             
I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,
But neither my good word nor princely favour:

Bolingbroke

Spoken to: The murderers of Richard II in the royal court after seeing Richard's coffin.

1.     O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed able
to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon                                          
me, _____; God forgive thee for it! Before I knew
thee, ______, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man
should speak truly, little better than one of the
wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give                        
it over: by the Lord, and I do not, I am a villain:

Falstaff

Spoken to: Prince Hal

1.     By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,                       
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;
So he that doth redeem her thence might wear                                    
Without corrival, all her dignities.

Hotspur

Spoken to: Worcester

1.      Well, 'tis no matter; honour pricks
me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I
come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or                                            Speaker:
an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no.
Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word.

Falstaff

1.      So, when this loose behavior I throw off
And pay the debt I never promised,
By how much better than my word I am,
By so much shall I falsify men's hopes;
And like bright metal on a sullen ground,                                                Speaker:
My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
I'll so offend, to make offence a skill;
Redeeming time when men think least I will.

Prince Hal

1.      What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
Keep in a little life? Poor _________, farewell!                                     Speaker:
I could have better spared a better man:
O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
If I were much in love with vanity!
Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,                                              Spoken To:
Though many dearer, in this bloody fray.

Prince Hal

Falstaff

1.      I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd                                                 Speaker:
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat,
As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,                                         Describing:
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

Vernon

Prince Hal

1.     Lo, here it sits,                                                                                    Speaker:
Which God shall guard: and put the world's whole strength           
Into one giant arm, it shall not force
This lineal honour from me: this from thee                                      Speaking about:
Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me.

Prince Hal

The Crown

1.     How many thousand of my poorest subjects
Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,                                               Speaker:
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee
And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,                                    Speaking about:
Than in the perfumed chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,
And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?

King Henry

Insomnia

1.     Let us on,
And publish the occasion of our arms.
The commonwealth is sick of their own choice;                               Speaker:
Their over-greedy love hath surfeited:
An habitation giddy and unsure
Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
O thou fond many, with what loud applause                                     Speaking about:
Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke,
Before he was what thou wouldst have him be!

Archbishop of York

Fickle Public

1.     My lord your son had only but the corpse,
But shadows and the shows of men, to fight;
For that same word, rebellion, did divide                                          Speaker:
The action of their bodies from their souls;
And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd,
As men drink potions, that their weapons only
Seem'd on our side; but, for their spirits and souls,
This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,                                       Spoken to:
As fish are in a pond. But now the bishop
Turns insurrection to religion:

Morten

Northumberland

1.      Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:                               Speaker:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage.

King Henry V

1.      But if the cause be not good, the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads, chopped off in battle, shall join together at the latter day and cry all 'We died at such a place;' some swearing, some crying for a surgeon, some upon their wives left poor behind them, some upon the debts they owe, some upon their children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die well that die in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of any thing, when blood is their argument? Now, if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the king that led them to it; whom to disobey were against all proportion of subjection.

Speaker:                                                          Spoken To:

Williams

King Henry

1.      Not to-day, O Lord,
O, not to-day, think not upon the fault
My father made in compassing the crown!
I Richard's body have interred anew;
And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears                                           Speaker:
Than from it issued forced drops of blood:
Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
Who twice a-day their wither'd hands hold up
Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built
Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests
Sing still for Richard's soul.

King Henry

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;                                          Speaker:
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me                             
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:            

King Henry

Spoken to: His soldiers

1.      O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!                                          Speaker:
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,
Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire
Crouch for employment.

Chorus

1.      I'll reconcile me to Polixenes,
New woo my queen, recall the good Camillo,                                         Speaker:
Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy;

Leontes

1.      Too hot, too hot!
To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
I have tremor cordis on me: my heart dances;                                         Speaker:
But not for joy; not joy. ..
But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers,                                     
As now they are, and making practised smiles,
As in a looking-glass, and then to sigh, as 'twere                                    Spoken To:
The mort o' the deer; O, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows!

Leontes

Spoken to: Himself

1.      …if powers divine
Behold our human actions, as they do,
I doubt not then but innocence shall make                                              Speaker:
False accusation blush and tyranny
Tremble at patience. You, my lord, best know,
Who least will seem to do so, my past life                                               Spoken To:
Hath been as continent, as chaste, as true,
As I am now unhappy…

Speaker: Hermione

Spoken to: Leontes and Court

1.      Whilst I remember
Her and her virtues, I cannot forget
My blemishes in them, and so still think of
The wrong I did myself; which was so much,                                          Speaker:
That heirless it hath made my kingdom and
Destroy'd the sweet'st companion that e'er man
Bred his hopes out of.

Leontes

1.      Hermione is chaste;
Polixenes blameless; Camillo a true subject; Leontes
a jealous tyrant; his innocent babe truly begotten;                                Source of this statement?
and the king shall live without an heir, if that
which is lost be not found.

The scrolls from the oracle, Apollo.

1.      I see this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive. What an exchange had this been without boot! What a boot is here with this exchange! Sure the gods do this year connive at us, and we may do any thing extempore. The prince himself is about a piece of iniquity, stealing away from his father with his clog at his heels: if I thought it were a piece of honesty to acquaint the king withal, I would not do't: I hold it the more knavery to conceal it; and therein am I constant to my profession.          Speaker:

Autolycus (picked the Clown's pockets)