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SHALLOW It is best, certain. FALSTAFF But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with PISTOL 'Tis 'semper idem,' for 'obsque hoc nihil est:' SHALLOW 'Tis so, indeed. PISTOL My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver, FALSTAFF I will deliver her. Shouts within, and the trumpets sound PISTOL There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds. Enter KING HENRY V and his train, the Lord Chief-Justice among them FALSTAFF God save thy grace, King Hal! my royal Hal! PISTOL The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame! FALSTAFF God save thee, my sweet boy! KING HENRY IV My lord chief-justice, speak to that vain man. Lord Chief-Justice Have you your wits? know you what 'tis to speak? FALSTAFF My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart! |
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