O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the

Devil.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew,
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,

I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A good mouth-filling oath.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?

The very

Act iii. Sc. 3.

This sickness doth infect life-blood of our enterprise. Act iv. Sc. 1.

And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

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 scare-crows. 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 most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company: and the halfshirt is two napkins, tacked together, and thrown

over the shoulders like a herald's coat without

sleeves.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

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

Act iv. Sc. 2.

I would it were bedtime, Hal, and all well.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Honor pricks me on. prick me off when I come honor set to a leg?

Yea, but how if honor

Can

on? how then? No. Or an arm? No. Or

take away the grief of a wound? No. Honor hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honor? A word. What is that word honor? Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? He

that to the desd.

Doth he feel it?

No. Is it insensible
But will it not live

that died o' Wednesday. No. Doth he hear it? then? with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it: therefore I'll none of it: Honor is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Act v. Sc. 4

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

I could have better spared a better man.

The better part of valor is discretion.

Act v. Sc. 4.

Act v. Sc. 4.

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.

Act v. Sc. 4.

Purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly.

Act v. Sc. 4.

KING HENRY IV. PART II.

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

burned.

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 knolling a departed friend.

Act i. Sc. 1.

I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.

Act i. Sc. 2.

For my voice, I have lost it with hollaing, and singing of anthems.

I'll tickle your catastrophe.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

He hath eaten me out of house and home.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

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?

With all appliances and means to boot.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

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.

Act iii. Sc. 2. Let that suffice, most forcible Feeble. Act iii. Sc. 2.

We have heard the chimes at midnight.

Act. iii. Sc. 2.

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.

He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting charity.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Act iv. Sc. 4.

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

Act iv. Sc. 4.

Under which king? Bezonian, speak, or die.

Act v. Sc. 3.

KING HENRY V.

Consideration like an angel came,

And whipped the offending Adam out of him.

Act . c. I. W

en e pea s,

The air, a chartered libertine, is still.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Base is the slave that pays.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

A' babbled of green fields.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

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.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start.

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.