📔 Henry IV, Part 2

His wit's as thick as Tewksbury mustard; there is no more conceit in him than is in a mallet.

For what's more miserable than discontent?

O if I had had time to have made new liveries: I woulde have bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you, but tis no matter, this poore shew doth better, this doth inferre the zeale I had to see him.