King Henry IV., Part I., continued.] I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, And witch the world with noble horsemanship. The cankers of a calm world and a long peace. Act iv. Sc. 2. A mad fellow met me on the way, and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets, and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scareI'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on ; for, indeed, I had the most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half-shirt is two napkins, tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves. Ibid. Food for powder, food for powder; they 'll fill a pit as well as better. Ibid. I would it were bedtime, Hal, and all well. Act v. Sc. I. Yea, but how if honcome on? how then? Honour pricks me on. our prick me off when I Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? No. What is honour? A word. What is that word, [King Henry IV., Part I., continued. honour? Air. A trim reckoning. Who hath Doth he feel No. it? He that died o' Wednesday. Is it insenBut 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. Act v. Sc. 1. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. Act v. Sc. 4. This earth, that bears thee dead, 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. Purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly. Ibid. KING HENRY IV., PART II. Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, burn'd. King Henry IV., Part II., continued.] Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Acti. Sc. 1. I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. Acti. Sc. 2. Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. We that are in the vaward of our youth. Ibid. Ibid. For my voice, I have lost it with hollaing and singing of anthems. Ibid. It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common. Ibid. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. Ibid. I'll tickle your catastrophe. Act ii. Sc. 1. He hath eaten me out of house and home. 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, on Wednesday in Whitsun-week. In troth, I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. 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. [King Henry IV., Part II., continued. He was, indeed, the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. Act ii. Sc. 3. Sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Act iii. Sc. I. With all appliances and means to boot. Ibid. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. Ibid. Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all: all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair? Act iii. Sc. 2. Accommodated: that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is being whereby he may be thought to be accommodated; which is an excellent thing. Like a man made after supper of a cheeseparing when he 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. King Henry IV., Part II., continued.] 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 Ibid. The oldest sins the newest kind of ways. Ibid. A joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook. Act v. Sc. 1. A foutra for the world and worldlings base! I speak of Africa and golden joys. Act v. Sc. 3. Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die. KING HENRY V. O for a muse of fire, that would ascend Ibid. The brightest heaven of invention ! Chorus. Consideration, like an angel, came And whipp'd th' offending Adam out of him. Turn him to any cause of policy, Act i. Sc. 1. The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks, The air, a charter'd libertine, is still. Base is the slave that pays. Ibid. Ibid. His nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a bab bled of green fields. Act ii. Sc. 3. Act ii. Sc. 4. Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! |