[King Henry VIII. continued.

Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal
I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.

Act iii. Sc. 2.
An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity! Act iv. Sc. 2.
He gave his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to Heaven, and slept in peace.

Ibid.

So may he rest: his faults lie gently on him.

Ibid.

He was a man

Of an unbounded stomach.

Ibid.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.1

Ibid.

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading: Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But to those men that sought him, sweet as Sum

mer.

Ibid.

After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. Ibid.
To dance attendance on their lordships'pleasures.

'T is a cruelty,

To load a falling man.

Act v. Sc. 2.

Ibid.

1 For men use, if they have an evil tourne, to write it in marble: and whoso doth us a good tourne we write

it in duste. Sir Thomas More, Richard III.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

And give to dust, that is a little gilt,
More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.

Ibid.

Ibid.

And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,

Be shook to air.

Ibid.

The end crowns all.

Act iv. Sc. 5.

CORIOLANUS.

I thank you for your voices, thank you,-
Your most sweet voices.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Hear you this Triton of the minnows?

Act iii. Sc. I.

His nature is too noble for the world:
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for his power to thunder.

Serv. Where dwellest thou?

Cor. Under the canopy.

Ibid.

Act iv. Sc. 5.

[Coriolanus continued.

If you have writ your annals true, 't is there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli:

She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd.

What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

An hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east.

Ibid.

As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

1 Act v. Sc. 5, Singer, Knight.

Ibid.

Romeo and Juliet continued.]

Saint-seducing gold.

Act i. Sc. 1.

He that is stricken blind, cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

Ibid.

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

Acti. Sc. 2.

That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.

Acti. Sc. 3.

For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase.

Acti. Sc. 4.

O, then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with
She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Over men's noses as they lie asleep.

you.

Ibid.

And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.

True, I talk of dreams,

Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

For you and I are past our dancing days.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Acti. Sc. 5.

Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.

Ibid.

Too early seen unknown, and known "too late!"

[Romeo and Juliet continued. When King Cophetua lov'd the beggar maid.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.
But, soft! what light through yonder window

breaks!

It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!

Act ii. Sc. 2.1

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

Ibid.

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

Ibid.1

What's in a name? that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet.

Ibid.

For stony limits cannot hold love out.

Ibid.

Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye,

Than twenty of their swords.

Ibid.

At lovers' perjuries,2

They say, Jove laughs.

Ibid.

Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,

Ful. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant

moon

That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

The god of my idolatry.

Ibid

Ibid.

1 Act ii. Sc. 1, White.

2

Perjuria ridet amantum

Jupiter. Tibullus, Lib. iii. El. 6, Line 49.