will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so ends my catechism. King Henry IV., Part I. Act v. Sc. 1. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. Ibid. The better part of valour is discretion. Full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword. Ibid. Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. Ibid. I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly. Ibid. Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt. Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Ibid. I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. Act i. Sc. 2. Some smack of age in you, some relish of the salt ness of time. Ibid. We that are in the vaward of our youth. King Henry IV., Part II. Act i. Sc. 2. For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of anthems. Ibid. It was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. Ibid. Past and to come seems best; things present worst. I'll tickle your catastrophe. He hath eaten me out of house and home. Ibid. Act i. Sc. 3. Act ii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson week. I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. Let the end try the man. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2. Ibid. Thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. O sleep, O gentle sleep, Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 3. Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, With all appliances and means to boot. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. Act iii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Ibid. Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair? King Henry IV., Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2. Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is, being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated; which is an excellent thing. Ibid. Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife. Ibid. I may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, 'I came, saw, and overcame.' Act iv. Sc. 3. He hath a tear for pity and a hand Open as day for melting charity. Act iv. Sc. 4. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. Commit The oldest sins the newest kind of ways. Act iv. Sc. 5.1 Ibid. A joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook. A foutre for the world and worldlings base! Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die. Act v. Sc. 1. Act v. Sc. 3. 1 Act iv. Sc. 4, Dyce, Singer, Staunton, White. Ibid. O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend King Henry V. Prologue. Consideration, like an angel, came And whipped the offending Adam out of him. Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Base is the slave that pays. Act i. Sc. 1. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. Act ii. Sc. 3. Act ii. Sc. 4. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. Act iii. Sc. 1. And sheathed their swords for lack of argument. Ibid. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Men of few words are the best men. I thought upon one pair of English legs Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 2. Act iii. Sc. 6. You may as well say, that's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. 1 Act iii. Sc. 6, Dyce. Act iii. Sc. 7.1 The hum of either army stilly sounds, The secret whispers of each other's watch: Give dreadful note of preparation. King Henry V. Act iv. Prologue. There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. Act iv. Sc. 1. Every subject's duty is the king's; but every sub ject's soul is his own. Ibid. That's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. Ibid. Who with a body filled and vacant mind Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. Ibid. Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep. Ibid. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. Act iv. Sc. 3. This day is called the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth1 as household words, 1 'in their mouths,' Dyce, Singer, Staunton, White. Ibid. Ibid. |