KING JOHN. Lord of thy presence, and no land beside. Act i. Sc. I. And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter; For he is but a bastard to the time, Acti. Sc. I. Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. For courage mounteth with occasion. Act i. Sc. I. Act ii. Sc. I. I would that I were low laid in my grave; Act ii. Sc. I. St. George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door. Talks as familiarly of roaring lions, Act ii. Sc. I. As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! Act ii. Sc. 2.1 Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne; bid kings come bow to it. Act iii. Sc. 1.2 1 Sc. 2, Singer, Staunton, Knight. Sc. 1, White, Dyce, Cambridge. 2 Act ii. Sc. 2, White. [King John continued. Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward; Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! To teach thee safety! Act iii. Sc. I. Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Act iii. Sc. 4. When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. Act iii. Sc. 4. And he that stands upon a slippery place How now, foolish rheum! Act iii. Sc. 4. Act iv. Sc. I. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, King John continued.] To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. Act iv. Sc. 2. And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, Another lean, unwash'd artificer. Act iv. Sc. 2. How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Makes ill deeds done! Act iv. Sc. 2. Mocking the air with colours idly spread. Act v. Sc. I. This England never did, nor never shall, Act v. Sc. 7. Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. Act v. Sc. 7. KING RICHARD II. All places that the eye of heaven visits O, who can hold a fire in his hand This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this King Richard II. continued.] Not all the water in the rough rude sea Act iii. Sc. 2. Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. Act iii. Sc. 2. And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings. Act iii. Sc. 2. He is come to ope The purple testament of bleeding war. Act iii. Sc. 3. And my large kingdom for a little grave, Gave Act iii. Sc. 3. His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. A mockery king of snow. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, Act iv. Sc. I. Act iv. Sc. I. After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, |