Twelfth Night continued.] Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird. Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion? Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion. Act iv. Sc. 2. Thus the whirligig of Time brings in his revenges. For the rain it raineth every day. Act v. Sc. 1. THE WINTER'S TALE. A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. Daffodils, Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 2. Ibid. That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath. Act iv. Sc. 3.1 When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' th' sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that. To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores. Ibid. KING JOHN. Ibid. Lord of thy presence, and no land beside. Act i. Sc. 1. And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter; For new-made honour doth forget men's names. 1 Sc. 4, Cambridge ed. [King John continued. For he is but a bastard to the time, Act i. Sc. I. Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. For courage mounteth with occasion. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. I. I would that I were low laid in my grave; I am not worth this coil that 's made for me. Ibid. St. George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door. Talks as familiarly of roaring lions, Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2.1 Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words Since I first called my brother's father, dad. Ibid. Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne; bid kings come bow to it. Act iii. Sc. 1.2 Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward; Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! To teach thee safety! Ibid. Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. Ibid. 1 Sc. 2, Malone, Singer, Staunton, Knight. Sc. 1, White, Dyce, Cambridge. 2 Act ii. Sc. 2, White. King John continued.] That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions. Act iii. Sc. 1. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, And he that stands upon a slippery place How now, foolish rheum! Ibid. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. I. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To smooth the ice, or add another hue To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Act iv. Sc. 2. And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. Ibid. [King John continued. Another lean, unwash'd artificer. Act iv. Sc. 2. Ibid. How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Act v. Sc. 1. 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. KING RICHARD II. Ibid. Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster. Act i. Sc. 1. All places that the eye of heaven visits Act i. Sc. 3. O, who can hold a fire in his hand The tongues of dying men Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. King Richard II. continued.] This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This fortress, built by Nature for herself, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this Not all the water in the rough rude sea Ibid. O, call back yesterday, bid time return. Ibid. Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. Ibid. 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. |