[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. 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. Activ. 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. Ibid. Chorus. O for a muse of fire, that would ascend 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. Act ii. Sc. 1. His nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a bab bled 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! [King Henry V. continued In peace there 's nothing so becomes a man But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument. Ibid. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, I thought upon one pair of English legs Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 6. valiant flea that You may as well say, that's a dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. Act iii. Sc. 7.1 The hum of either army stilly sounds, Give dreadful note of preparation. Activ. Chorus. There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. Act iv. Sc. I. Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own. Ibid. 1 Act iii. Sc. 6, Dyce. King Henry V. continued.] That's a perilous shot out of an elder gun. Act iv. Sc. I. Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread. Ibid. Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep. But, if it be a sin to covet honour, Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 3. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : Familiar in their mouths 1 as household words, - Ibid. There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth . . . and there is salmons in both. Act iv. Sc. 7. In the universal 'orld, or in France, or in England. Act iv. Sc. 8. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things. Act v. Sc. I. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat, and yet I swear. Ibid. If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. Ib. Sc. 2. 1 'in his mouth,' White, Cambridge, Knight. KING HENRY VI., PART I. Hung be the heavens with black. Act i. Sc. I. Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch, Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, Between two horses, which doth bear him best, Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye, I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment; But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. Act ii. Sc. 4. Delays have dangerous ends. Act iii. Sc. 2. She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore to be won. Act v. Sc. 3. KING HENRY VI., PART II. Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face. Act i. Sc. 3. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. Act iii. Sc. I. What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted? Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.' He dies, and makes no sign. Act iii. Sc. 2. Act iii. Sc. 3. 1 I'm armed with more than complete steel, The justice of my quarrel. Lust's Dominion. |