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• He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• 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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• What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc.
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• His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry V -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc.
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• A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Aggravate your choler. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 4