Comparison of William Shakespeare Henry VI Part 2 3.3 to William Shakespeare

How fares my lord? Even as a man may do,

How my lord fares. No it. Come hither, wife:

If thou beest rated by thy estimation, [continues next]

How fares my noble lord?

If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness. If thou beest a devil, take’t as thou list. [continues next]

Who never promiseth but he means to pay.

Cheerly, my lord, how fares your Grace?

How fares my lord? Help, lords, the King is dead.

O heavenly God! How fares my gracious lord?

Beauford, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.

How does my royal lord? How fares your Majesty?

That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! [continues next]

Why, I am a prentice as thou art; seest thou now? I’ll play with thee at blunt here in Cheapside, and when thou hast done, if thou beest angry, I’ll fight with thee at sharp in More fields. I have a sword to serve my turn in a favor ... come Julie, to serve ...

[continues previous] If thou beest rated by thy estimation,

If thou beest Trinculo, come forth. I’ll pull thee by the lesser legs. If any be Trinculo’s legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How cam’st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos?

[continues previous] If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness. If thou beest a devil, take’t as thou list.

Thou must restore. If thou beest Prospero,

Give us particulars of thy preservation,

Prosper you, sweet sir! Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your spice. I’ll be with you at your sheep-shearing too. If I make not this cheat bring out another, and the shearers prove sheep, let me be unroll’d, and my name put in the book of virtue! [continues next]

... thou lovest me; and at night, when you come into your closet, you’ll question this gentlewoman about me; and I know, Kate, you will to her dispraise those parts in me that you love with your heart. But, good Kate, mock me mercifully, the rather, gentle Princess, because I love thee cruelly. If ever thou beest mine, Kate, as I have a saving faith within me tells me thou shalt, I get thee with scambling, and thou must therefore needs prove a good soldier-breeder. Shall not thou and I, between Saint Denis and Saint George, compound a boy, half French, half English, that shall go to ...

[continues previous] If thou beest slain and with no stroke of mine,

[continues previous] Prosper you, sweet sir! Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your spice. I’ll be with you at your sheep-shearing too. If I make not this cheat bring out another, and the shearers prove sheep, let me be unroll’d, and my name put in the book of virtue!

How fares my lord? Speak, Beauford, to thy sovereign.

I call thee coward! I’ll see thee damn’d ere I call thee coward, but I would give a thousand pound I could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your back. Call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing! Give me them that will face me. Give me a cup of sack. I am a ...

Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to furnish me forth?

Alas, it cried, “Give me some drink, Titinius,”

Yes, and shall do till the pangs of death shake him. Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the better fool.

For I do see the cruel pangs of death

Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate with my face? You are now out of your text; but we will draw the curtain, and show you the picture. Look you, sir, such a one I was this present.

And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes,

Let ’em alone, and draw the curtain close; [continues next]

[continues previous] Let ’em alone, and draw the curtain close;