- Falstaff: My King! My Jove! I speak to thee my heart!
- Henry V: I know thee not, old man. Fall to thy prayers. How ill white hairs becomes a fool and jester. I have long dreamed of such a kind of man, so surfeit-swelled, so old, and so profane. But being awaked, I do despise my dream. Make less thy body hence and more thy grace. Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape for thee thrice wider than for other men.
- [Falstaff laughs and rises]
- Henry V: Reply not to me with a fool-born jest! Presume not that I am the thing I was.
- Henry 'Hotspur' Percy: No, Percy, thou art dust, and food for -
- [he dies]
- Prince Hal: For worms, brave Percy; fare thee well, great heart!
- Falstaff: This house is turned - bawdy house.
- Mistress Quickly: Bawdy house?
- Falstaff: They pick pockets!
- Mistress Quickly: We cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen who live honestly by the prick of their needles; but, it is thought we keep a bawdy house.
- Lord Chief Justice: Your means are very slender, and your waste is great.
- Falstaff: I would it were otherwise. I would my means were greater and my waist slender.
- Falstaff: Honour pricks me on. But how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then, no. What is honour? Air. A trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that died a Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. 'Tis insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore, I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism.
- Shallow: Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that that this knight and I have seen! Ha, Sir John, said I well?
- Falstaff: We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Robert Shallow.
- Shallow: That we have, that we have, that we have; in faith, Sir John, we have! Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I have seen! And to think how many of my old acquaintance are dead.
- Mr. Silence: We shall all f-f-ffff...
- Shallow: Certain, 'tis certain. Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all. All shall die.
- Henry V: Presume not that I am the thing I was! For God doth know - so shall the world perceive - that I have turned away my former self; so will I those that kept me company. When thou dost hear I am as I have been, approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast, the tutor and the feeder of my riots. 'Til then I banish thee, on pain of death - as I have done the rest of my misleaders - not to come near our person by ten mile!
- [Quieter and more compassionately]
- Henry V: For competence of life I will allow you, that lack of means enforce you not to evil. And, as we hear you do reform yourselves, we will, according to your strength and qualities, give you advancement.
- [Falstaff is crestfallen but looks at Hal with pride]
- Henry 'Hotspur' Percy: I think his father loves him not and would be glad he met with some mischance. I would have him poisoned with a pot of ale.
- Falstaff: What time of day is it, lad?
- Prince Hal: What the devil hast thou to do with the time of the day? Unless hours were cups of sack, clocks the tongues of bawds, dials the signs of leaping-houses and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.
- Falstaff: Now I'm, a man should speak truly, a little better than one of the wicked. I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house not above once in a quarter-of an hour. Villanous company hath been the spoil of me. If I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, call me a peppercorn, a brewer's horse. Well, I'll repent.
- Henry 'Hotspur' Percy: Thoughts, the slave of life, and life, time's fool, And time, that makes a way of all the world, must have a stop. Oh, I could prophesy, but, that the earthy and cold hand of death, lies on my tongue.
- Falstaff: Good faith, this same sober-blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man cannot make him laugh. But that's no marvel, he drinks no wine! There's never any of these demure boys come to any proof; for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood, that they're generally fools and cowards; which some of us should be too, but for inflammation.
- Falstaff: A good sherris sack hath a two-fold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain and dries me there all the foolish, dull and curdy vapors which environ it; makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble fiery and delectable shapes, which, delivered o'er to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The second property of your excellent sherris is, the warming of the blood. The sherris warms it and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extreme.
- Falstaff: If I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I would teach them would be this: to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves - to sack.
- Henry IV: Let there be no noise, my gentle friends; unless, some dull and favorable hand, will whisper music to my weary spirit.
- Henry IV: How many thousands of my poorest subjects are at this hour asleep? Oh sleep, oh gentle sleep, nature's soft nurse. How have I frighted thee, that thou no more would weigh my eyelids down, and steep my senses in forgetfulness?
- Mistress Quickly: In faith, sweetheart, you've drunk too much canaries! How do you now?
- Doll Tearsheet: Better than I was.
- Mistress Quickly: Why, that's well said. A good heart's worth gold.
- Doll Tearsheet: Come, let me wipe thy face. Come on, you whoreson chops. Ah, rogue, I' faith, I love thee.
- Falstaff: I will toss the rogue in a blanket.
- Doll Tearsheet: Do, an thou darest for thy heart. An thou dost, I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets.
- Falstaff: Doll, forget me, when I'm gone.
- Doll Tearsheet: You'll start me weeping if you say so.
- Falstaff: Kiss me, Doll.
- Henry IV: My Harry, be it thy course to busy giddy minds with foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out, may waste the memory of the former days. More would I, but my lungs are wasted so that strength of speech is utterly denied me. How I came by the crown, Oh God forgive, And grant it may with thee in true peace live.
- [He dies]
- Prince Hal: The tide of blood in me hath proudly flowed in vanity till now. Now doth it turn and ebb back to the sea,
- Henry 'Hotspur' Percy: If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
- Prince Hal: Thou speakst as if I would deny my name.
- Hotspur: My name is Harry Percy.
- Prince Hal: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere, nor can one England brook a double reign of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales!
- Hotspur: Nor shall it, Harry! For the hour is come to end the one of us.
- [They fight]
- Falstaff: Who's next?
- Mr. Silence: Fff... ff.ff Ffff! Ffff!
- Shallow: Francis Feeble!
- Mr. Silence: Fff... Phew!