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• Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc.
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• And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 4...
• T is a cruelty To load a falling man. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act v, Sc.
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• A foutre for the world and worldlings base! I speak of Africa and golden joys.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc. 3...
• But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry V -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry V -- Act iv, Sc.
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• I could have better spared a better man. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc.
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