No Fear Shakespeare
Henry IV Part 2
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Act 2, Scene 4, Page 3
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DOLL TEARSHEET
I make them? Gluttony and diseases make them; I make
them not.
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DOLL TEARSHEET
I make them fat? Gluttony and disease will make men fat; I have nothing to do with it.
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FALSTAFF
If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to make the
diseases, Doll. We catch of you, Doll, we catch of you. Grant
that, my poor virtue, grant that.
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FALSTAFF
Well, cooks help create gluttony, by making and selling food—the object of gluttony. And you help create diseases, Doll. We catch them from you, Doll, we catch them from you: admit it.
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DOLL TEARSHEET
Yea, joy, our chains and our jewels.
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DOLL TEARSHEET
Sure, sweetheart. You catch us by the chains and the jewels, and then you steal them from us.
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FALSTAFF
Your broaches, pearls, and ouches—for to serve bravely is
to come halting off, you know; to come off the breach with
his pike bent bravely, and to surgery bravely, to venture upon
the charged chambers bravely—
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FALSTAFF
“Your brooches, pearls, and gems”—We fight bravely and then come away limping. We retreat from the breach in the wall with our weapons bravely bent. We head off to the doctor, bravely. And then we charge into the loaded chambers again, bravely.
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DOLL TEARSHEET
Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself!
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DOLL TEARSHEET
Drop dead, you filthy eel. Drop dead!
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MISTRESS QUICKLY
By my troth, this is the old fashion. You two never meet but
you fall to some discord. You are both, i' good truth, as
rheumatic as two dry toasts. You cannot one bear with
another’s confirmities. What the good-year! One must bear,
and that must be you. You are the weaker vessel, as they say,
the emptier vessel.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY
I swear, this is how it always is. You two even see each other without fighting. You’re as hot as dry toast, you can’t stand each other’s bad qualities. Good grief! But one of you has to bear the burden, and that’s you, Doll. You’re the weaker sex, the empty vessel.
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DOLL TEARSHEET
Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogshead?
There’s a whole merchant’s venture of Bourdeaux stuff in
him. You have not seen a hulk better stuffed in the hold. —
ome, I’ll be friends with thee, Jack. Thou art going to the
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DOLL TEARSHEET
Can a weak, empty vessel bear the burden of such a huge, full barrel? There’s a whole merchant’s stock of Bordeaux wine in him; you’ve never seen a ship with a fuller cargo hold. Come, Jack, I’ll be friends with
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