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• Brain him with his lady's fan. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 3
• Play out the play. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 4
• He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
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• We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry V -- Act iv, Sc.
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• By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moo
  Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks....
• In King Cambyses' vein. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 4
• Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc.
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• He hath eaten me out of house and home. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc.
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• What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc.
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