[King Henry V. continued.

Each battle sees the other's umbered face.

Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents, The armourers, accomplishing the knights,

With busy hammers closing rivets up,

Give dreadful note of preparation.

Act iv. 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.

Act iv. Sc. I.

That's a perilous shot out of an elder gun.

Act iv. Sc. I.

Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread.

Act iv. Sc. I.

This day is call'd the feast of Crispian :

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tiptoe when this day is named,

And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

Then shall our names,

Familiar in their mouths as household words,-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,-
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

1 'in his mouth,' White, Cambridge, Knight.

[King Henry V. continued. In the universal 'orld, or in France, or in Eng

land.

Act iv. Sc. 8.

There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things. Act v. Sc. I.

If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows.

Act v. Sc. 2.

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.

She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore to be won.

Act v. Sc. 3.

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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." Act iii. Sc. 2.

He dies, and makes no sign.

Act iii Sc. 3.

There shall be, in England, seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony to drink small beer. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Act iv. Sc. 2.

Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. Act iv. Sc. 2.

1 Set Proverbs, p. 610.

2 I'm armed with more than complete steel,
The justice of my quarrel.

Lust's Dominion

King Henry VI., Part II., continued.]

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used; and, contrary to the King, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. Act iv. Sc. 7.

KING HENRY VI., PART III.

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown,
Within whose circuit is Elysium,
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.

Act i. Sc. 2. And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. Act ii. Sc. I.

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Things ill got had ever bad success,

And happy always was it for that son
Whose father, for his hoarding, went to hell?

A little fire is quickly trodden out,

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.

Act iv. Sc. 8.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind:
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Act v. Sc. 6

KING RICHARD III.

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
And all the clouds that lower'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled
front.
Act i. Sc. I.

I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time.

Act i. Sc. I.

To leave this keen encounter of our wits.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Was ever woman in this humour woo'd?
Was ever woman in this humour won?

Framed in the prodigality of nature.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Act i. Sc. 2.