Food For Powder, Food For Powder; They 'll Fill A Pit As Well As Better.

Food for powder, food for powder; they 'll fill a pit as well as better.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV
-- Act iv, Sc. 2

I 'll tickle your catastrophe. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 1
The cankers of a calm world and a long peace. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iv, Sc.
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If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I 'll be hanged.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
I 'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc.
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A man can die but once. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iii, Sc. 2
Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc. 2...
Yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc.
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A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iii, Sc.
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A rascally yea-forsooth knave. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc. 2