[King Henry VIII. continued.

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading :
Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not;
But to those men that sought him, sweet as Sum-
Act iv. Sc. 2.

mer.

After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.

And farewell goes out sighing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

And give to dust, that is a little gilt,

Act iii. Sc. 3.

More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,

Be shook to air.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

The end crowns all.

Act iv. Sc. 5.

CORIOLANUS.

I thank you for your voices, thank you, -
Your most sweet voices.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Hear you this Triton of the minnows?

Act iii. Sc. I.

His nature is too noble for the world:
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for his power to thunder.

Serv. Where dwellest thou?

Cor. Under the canopy.

A name unmusical to the Volscians'

And harsh in sound to thine.

Chaste as the icicle,

Act iii. Sc. I.

Act iv. Sc. 5.

ears,

Act iv. Sc. 5.

That's curded by the frost from purest snow,

And hangs on Dian's temple.

Act v. Sc. 3.

If you have writ your annals true, 't is there,
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I

Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli :
Alone I did it. - Boy!1

Act v. Sc. 6.

TITUS ANDRONICUS.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Act i. Sc. 2.

She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd.

What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is

Of a cut loaf to steal a shive.

1 Act v. Sc. 5, Singer, Knight.

Act ii. Sc. I.

ROMEO AND JULIET.

The weakest goes to the wall. Act i. Sc. I.

Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

Acti. Sc. I.

An hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east.

Act i. Sc. I.

As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

Saint-seducing gold.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Act i. Sc. I.

He that is stricken blind, cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

Acti. Sc. 1.

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

Act i. Sc. 2.

That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.

Act i. Sc. 3.

For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase.

Act i. Sc. 4.

O, then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Over men's noses as they lie asleep.

Acti. Sc. 4.

Romeo and Juliet continued.]

True, I talk of dreams,

Which are the children of an idle brain,

Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

For you and I are past our dancing

Act i. Sc. 4.

days.
Act i. Sc. 5.

Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.

Act i. Sc. 5.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Act i. Sc. 5.

When King Cophetua lov'd the beggar maid.

Act ii. Sc. I.

He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

Act ii. Sc. 2.1

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

That I might touch that cheek!

Act ii. Sc. 2.1

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

Act ii. Sc. 2.1

What's in a name? that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet.

Act ii. Sc. 2.1

For stony limits cannot hold love out.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye,

Than twenty of their swords.

Act ii. Sc. 2.1

Act ii. Sc. 1, White.

[Romeo and Juliet continued.

At lovers' perjuries,1

They say, Jove laughs.

Act ii. Sc. 2.2

Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,

Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant

moon

That monthly changes in her circled orb,

Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

The god of my idolatry.

Act ii. Sc. 2.2

Act ii. Sc. 2.2

This bud of love, by Summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we Act ii. Sc. 2.2

meet.

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!

Act ii. Sc. 2.2

Good night, good night: parting is such sweet

sorrow,

That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Act ii. Sc. 2.2

For nought so vile that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good doth give;
Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use,
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,
And vice sometime 's by action dignified.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

1 Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter. Tibullus, Lib. iii.

El. 7, Line 17.

2 Act ii. Sc. 1, White.