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The hum of either army stilly sounds,
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 subject'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,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian. Ibid.
Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth ' as household words, Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. Ibid.
1 'in their mouths,' Dyce, Singer, Staunton, White.
There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth; . . . and there is salmons
in both. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 7.
An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England! Act iv. Sc. 8.
There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things. Act v. Sc. 1.
By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat and eat, I swear. Ibid.
If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. Act v. Sc. 2.
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
King Henry VI., Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
Delays have dangerous ends. Act iii, Sc. 2.
She's beautiful and therefore to be wooed;
She is a woman, therefore to be won. Act v. Sc. 3.
Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
King Henry VI., Part II. Act I. Sc. 3.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!
King Henry VI., Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2. he dies, and makes no sign. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
And let us all to meditation. Ibid.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day
Is crept into the bosom of the sea. Act iv. Sc. 1.
There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony to drink small beer.
Act iv. Sc. 2.
Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Ibid.
Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. Ibid.
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school: and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. Act iv. Sc. 7.
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
Within whose circuit is Elysium
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
King Henry VI., Part III. Act i. Sc. 2.
1 Compare Marlowe. Page IT.
And many strokes, though with a little axe.
King Henry VI., fart III. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The smallest worm will turn being trodden on.
Act ii. Sc. 2. Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success? And happy always was it for that son Whose father for his hoarding went to hell? Ibid.
Warwick, peace, Proud setter up and puller down of kings! Act iii. Sc. 3.
A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.
Act iv. Sc. 8.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer. Act v. Sc. 6.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph 5
King Richard III, Act i. So. 1.
To leave this keen encounter of our wits. Act i. Sc. 2.
"Was ever woman in this humour wooed?
Was ever woman in this humour won? Ibid.
Framed in the prodigality of nature. Ibid.
The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
Act i. Sc. 3. And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends, stolen out of' holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. ibid.
O, I have passed a miserable night,
So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,
That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night,
Though 't were to buy a world of happy days.
Act i. 8c. 4.
Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!
1 'stolen forth,' White, Knight.