Henry IV, Part 1 (Quarto 1, 1598)
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The Historie
¶But I remember when the fight was done,
¶When I was drie with rage, and extreame toile,
¶Breathles and faint, leaning vpon my sword,
355Came there a certaine Lord, neat and trimly drest,
¶Fresh as a bridegroome, and his chin new rept,
¶He was perfumed like a Milliner,
¶And twixt his finger and his thumbe he helde
360A pouncet boxe, which euer and anon
¶He gaue his nose, and tookt away againe,
¶Who therewith angry, when it next came there
¶And as the souldiours bore dead bodies by,
365He cald them vntaught knaues, vnmanerlie,
¶Betwixt the winde and his nobilitie:
¶With many holly-day and ladie termes
¶I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
¶Out of my griefe and my impacience
¶Answerd neglectingly, I know not what
¶And talke so like a waiting gentlewoman,
¶Of guns, and drums, and wounds, God saue the mark:
380Was Parmacitie, for an inward bruise,
¶And that it was great pitty, so it was,
¶Out of the bowels of the harmeles earth,
¶Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed
385So cowardly, and but for these vile guns
¶This bald vnioynted chat of his (my Lord)
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