Henry IV Part 1
These letters come from your father.
Letters from him! why comes he not himself?
He cannot come, my lord; he is grievous sick. (4.1.1)
EARL OF WORCESTER
Your father's sickness is a maim to us.
A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off:
And yet, in faith, it is not; his present want
Seems more than we shall find it: (4.1.3)
By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
Before, I loved thee as a brother, John;
But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
KING HENRY IV
I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point
With lustier maintenance than I did look for
Of such an ungrown warrior.
O, this boy
Lends mettle to us all! (5.4.3)