Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will
you mock at an ancient tradition, begun upon an
honourable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy of
predeceased valour and dare not avouch in your deeds
any of your words? I have seen you gleeking and
galling at this gentleman ...

Enough, captain: you have astonished him.

Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock.

Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek today?
Saint Davy's day is past.

How now, sir! you villain!

Here comes his majesty.

Sir John Falstaff.

Our king is not like him in that: he never killed
any of his friends.

I think Alexander the Great was born in Macedon; his
father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it.

Alexander the Great.

'Tis certain there's not a boy left alive; and the
cowardly rascals that ran from the battle ha' done
this slaughter: besides, they have burned and
carried away all that was in the king's tent;
wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused every
soldier to cut his prisoner ...

I will speak lower.

Why, the enemy is loud; you hear him all night.

Captain Fluellen!

Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue, that now and then
goes to the wars, to grace himself at his return
into London under the form of a soldier. And such
fellows are perfect in the great commanders' names:
and they will learn you by rote where services were ...

Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; I
remember him now; a bawd, a cutpurse.

I know him not.

What do you call him?

Is the Duke of Exeter safe?

How now, Captain Fluellen! come you from the bridge?

The town sounds a parley.

Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.

How now, Captain Macmorris! have you quit the
mines? have the pioneers given o'er?

Here a' comes; and the Scots captain, Captain Jamy, with him.

I think it be.

The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the order of the
siege is given, is altogether directed by an
Irishman, a very valiant gentleman, i' faith.

Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the
mines; the Duke of Gloucester would speak with you.