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King Richard III. continued.]
Act i. Sc. I. To leave this keen encounter of our wits.
Act i. Sc. 2. Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? 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, stol'n out of holy writ, And seem a saint, when most I play the Devil.
O, I have pass’d a miserable night,
Act i. Sc. 4. 1 'stoln forth,' White, Knight.
(King Richard III. continued. O Lord, methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wracks; A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea : Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems.
Act i. Sc. 4. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long.
Act iii. Sc. I. Off with his head !
Act iii. Sc. 4. Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast; Ready with every nod to tumble down. Ibid. Even in the afternoon of her best days.
Act iji. Sc. 7. Thou troublest me: I am not in the vein.
Act iv. Sc. 2. Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
Act iv. Sc. 3. The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom.
Ibid. Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail on the Lord's anointed. Act iv. Sc. 4. Tetchy and wayward.
Ibid. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.
1 Compare Cibber, p. 263.
King Richard III. continued.)
Act v. Sc. 2. True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
Ibid. The king's name is a tower of strength.
Act v. Sc. 3. Give me another horse!— bind up my wounds!
O, coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
Ibid. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Ibid. The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. Ibid.
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.
Ibid. The self-same heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.
Ibid. A thing devised by the enemy.
Ibid. A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse !
Act v. Sc. 4. I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die. I think there be six Richmonds in the field.
| Compare Cibber, p. 264.
KING HENRY VIII. Order gave each thing view. Acti. Sc. I. This bold bad man."
Act ii. Sc. 2. 'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glist'ring grief, And wear a golden sorrow. Act ii. Sc. 3.
'T is well said again ; And 't is a kind of good deed, to say well: And yet words are no deeds. Act iii. Sc. 2.
And then to breakfast, with What appetite you have.
Ibid. Press not a falling man too far. Ibid. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full
surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur’d,
i See Spenser, Faerie Queene, Book i. Ch. i. St. 37.
King Henry VIII. continued.]
Act iii. Sc. 2. And sleep in dull, cold marble. Ibid. Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Ibid. I charge thee, fling away ambition. By that sin fell the angels. Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate