Thou mayst be valiant in a better cause; But now thou seem'st a coward.

thou misshapen Dick

Cowards die many times before their deaths, The valiant never taste of death but once.

Thus do all traitors

Will you fight

I am marble-constant

But he sleeps.

God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

’Tis his own blame

Decline all this, and see what now thou art

Fly? Not we.

Look where he stands and glares!

An honest soul, i’faith, sir, by my troth he is, as ever broke bread

he is not guilty

O upright judge!

His soldiers sick and famish’d in their march

Come, my lord, We will bestow you in some better place, Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.

Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.

What, what, ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys! Ye white-lim’d walls! Ye alehouse painted signs!

KING JOHN Thou canst not, Cardinal, devise a name So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous, To charge me to an answer, as the Pope.

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Infirmity doth still neglect all office Whereto our health is bound

My Lord Chief Justice, speak to that vain man.

Come, then, let’s go fight with them.

Good day and happiness

Will bear the knave by th’ volume.

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion. cc @shakespeare.lol

Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave

Let the justices make you and Fortune friends

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York

[Exit Clown.]

The Mayor is here at hand.

[Enter Lady]

I am glad on’t; ’tis a worthy governor.

No, my chuck.

Go call the people

His wit's as thick as Tewkesbury mustard.

Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon.

Do not cry havoc where you should but hunt With modest warrant.

Where’s Dick

Fair is foul, and foul is fair

O, what a scene of fool’ry have I seen, Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen!

There thou mightst behold the great image of authority: a dog’s obey’d in office.

Nay, ’tis strange, ’tis very strange, that is the brief and the tedious of it

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That hast by tyranny these many years Wasted our country, slain our citizens, And sent our sons and husbands captivate.

The weary sun hath made a golden set

the rest is silence.

Come hither, crack-hemp.