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I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly armed,
Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat,
As if an angel dropped down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

King Henry IV., Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.

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 scarecrows. I '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 an herald's coat without sleeves. Ibid.

Food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better. Ibid.

I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well. Act v. Sc. 1.

Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? 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 in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'T is insensible, then. Yea, to the dead. But 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.

Act v. Sc. i. This earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. Ibid.

I could have better spared a better man. Ibid.

The better part of valour is discretion. mu.

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 'II 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,

Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,

And would have told him half his Troy was burnt.

King Henry IV., Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.

Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news

Hath but a losing office, and his tongue

Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,

Remembered tolling a departing friend. 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 saltness of time. Ibid.

We that are in the vaward of our youth.
King Henry IV., Part II. Act 1. Sc. 2.
For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and sing-
ing of anthems. Ibid.

It was alway 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. ll/id.

Past and to come seems best; things present worst.
Act i. Sc. 3.

I 'll tickle your catastrophe. Act ii. Sf. 1. He hath eaten me out of house and home. llrid.

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 bid. I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Let the end try the man. Ibid.

Thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. Ibid.

He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. Act ii. Sc. 3. O 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. 1.

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? 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.

Most forcible Feeble. Ibid.

We have heard the chimes at midnight. Ibid.

A man can die but once. 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.

Act iv. Sc. o.i

Commit 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 foutre for the world and worldlings base!

I speak of Africa and golden joys. Act v. Sc. 3.

Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die. Ibid.

1 Act iv. Sc. 4, Dyce, Singer, Staunton, White.

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention!

King Henry V. Prologue.

Consideration, like an angel, came

And whipped the offending Adam out of him.

Act i. Sc. 1. Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still. Ibid.

Base is the slave that pays. Act ii. Sc. 1.

His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin

As self-neglecting. 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, Straining upon the start. Ibid.

Men of few words are the best men. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I thought upon one pair of English legs

Did march three Frenchmen. Act iii. Sc. o.

You may as well say, that's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. Act iii. Sc. 7.»

1 Act iii. Sc. 6, Dyce.

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