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strength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the 
inside of a church is made of, I am a peppercorn, a brewer’s 
horse : the inside of a church ! 
III. iii. 3. 
Fal. There’s no more faith in thee than in a stewed 
prune. 
III. iii. 127. 
2 HENRY IV. 
Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn in my 
cap than to wait at my heels. 
I. ii. 16. 
The other gifts appertinent to man, as the malice of this 
age shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry. 
I. ii. 194. 
Murder, murder ! Ah, thou honey-suckle villain ! wilt thou' 
kill God’s officers and the king’s? Ah, thou honey-seed 
rogue ! thou art a honey-seed, a man-queller, and a woman- 
queller. 
II. i. 55 . 
Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou wo’t, 
wo’t thou ? thouwo’t, wo’t ta ? do, do, thou rogue ! do, thou 
hemp-seed ! 
II. i. 62. 
What a disgrace is it to me to remember thy name! or to 
know thy face to-morrow ! or to take note how many pair of 
silk stockings thou hast, viz. these, and those that were thy 
peach-coloured ones ! 
II. ii. 15. 
1 st Draw. What the devil hast thou brought there ? apple- 
johns? thou know’st Sir John cannot endure an apple- 
john. 
2nd Draw. Mass, thou sayest true. The prince once set a 
dish of apple-johns before him, and told him there were five 
more Sir Johns, and, putting off his hat, said “I will now 
take my leave of these six dry, round, old, withered knights.” 
It angered him to the heart: but he hath forgot that. 
II. iv. 1. 
Host. . . . Your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose, 
in good truth, la! But, i’ faith, you have drunk too much 
canaries; and that’s a marvellous searching wine, and it 
perfumes the blood ere one can say '* What’s this ?” 
II. iv. 27. 
