[King Richard II. continued.

Comes at the last, and with a little pin

Bores through his castle wall, and

king!

farewell

Act iii. Sc. 2.

He is come to ope

The purple testament of bleeding war.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Ibid.

And my large kingdom for a little grave,
A little little grave, an obscure grave.
Gave
His body to that pleasant country's earth,
And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ,
Under whose colours he had fought so long.
Act iv. Sc. 1.

A mockery king of snow.

As in a theatre, the eyes of men,

Ibid.

After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious. Act v. Sc. 2. As for a camel

To thread the postern of a needle's eye.

Act v. Sc. 5.

KING HENRY IV., PART I.

In those holy fields,

Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd, For our advantage, on the bitter cross.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade,

minions of the moon.

Old father antic the law.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Ibid.

King Henry IV., Part I., continued.]

I would thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought!

Thou hast damnable iteration.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Ibid.

And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.

Ibid.

'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man

To sport would be as tedious as to work.

Ibid.

Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd,
Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;
He was perfumed like a milliner,

And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon

He

gave his nose, and took 't away again. Acti. Sc. 3. And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

Ibid.

And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth.
Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd

Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,

[King Henry IV., Part I., continued.

Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.

Act i. Sc. 3.

The blood more stirs

To rouse a lion than to start a hare!

Ibid.

By Heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap,
To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon,
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.

Ibid.

I know a trick worth two of that. Act ii. Sc. 1. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I 'll be hanged. Act ii. Sc. 2. It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest forever.

Ibid.

Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along.

Ibid.

Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

Brain him with his lady's fan.
A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Ibid.

good boy. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Ibid.

A plague of all cowards, I say. There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat, and grows old.

Ibid.

Call you that backing of your friends? A

plague upon such backing!

Ibid.

I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.

Ibid.

King Henry IV., Part I., continued.]

I

I have pepper'd two of them: two, I am sure, I have paid; two rogues in buckram suits. tell thee what, Hal,-if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me.

Act ii. Sc. 4. Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green.

id.

Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.

Ibid.

Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down.

Ibid.

I was a coward on instinct.

Ibid.

No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!

Ibid.

What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight?

Ibid.

A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man

up like a bladder.

In King Cambyses' vein.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.

Play out the play.

Ibid.

Ibid.

O monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!

Ibid.

Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth

In strange eruptions.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

I am not in the roll of common men.

Ibid.

[King Henry IV., Part I., continued.

Glen. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hot. Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come when you do call for them? Act iii. Sc. 1.

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

Ibid.

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

Ibid.

But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

Ibid.

A deal of skimble-skamble stuff.

Ibid.

Ibid.

A good mouth-filling oath.

A fellow of no mark nor likelihood.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. Ibid.

An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Company, villanous company, hath been the

spoil of me.

Ibid.

Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?