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Chimes at Midnight (1965) Poster

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Falstaff: My King! My Jove! I speak to thee my heart!

Prince Hal: I know thee not, old man; fall to thy prayers!/ How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!

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Falstaff: We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Robert Shallow.

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Henry 'Hotspur' Percy: No, Percy, thou art dust, and food for -

[he dies]

Prince Hal: For worms, brave Percy; fare thee well, great heart!

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Falstaff: There lives not three good men unhanged in England, and one of them is fat and grows old.

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Henry 'Hotspur' Percy: O Harry, thou hast robbed me of my youth!

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Henry IV: Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

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Shallow: Jesus, the days that we have seen! Do you remember since we lay all night in the windmill in St. George's field?

Falstaff: No more of that, Master Shallow.

Shallow: It was a merry night!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Kate Percy: For what offense have I this fortnight been, a banished woman from my husband's bed?

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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.

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Prince John: The trumpet sounds retreat. The day is ours!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Henry IV: The crown! Set me the crown, upon my pillow, here.

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Henry IV: Let there be no noise, my gentle friends; unless, some dull and favorable hand, will whisper music to my weary spirit.

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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 frightened thee, that thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, and steep my senses in forgetfulness?

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Doll Tearsheet: Hang yourself, you muddy conger. Hang yourself!

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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.

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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.

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Falstaff: Come! Sing me a bawdy song to make me merry.

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Falstaff: Doll, forget me, when I'm gone.

Doll Tearsheet: You'll start me weeping if you say so.

Falstaff: Kiss me, Doll.

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Prince Hal: Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

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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 follow...

Shallow: Certain, 'tis certain. Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all. All shall die.

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Henry IV: Where is the crown? Who took it from my pillow?

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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.

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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,

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Shallow: Jesus, the days that I have seen.

Falstaff: Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying. This same starved justice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildness of his youth and every third word a lie.

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Prince Hal: 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.

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