[King Henry V. continued. In peace there 's nothing so becomes a man But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. Act iii. Sc. I. And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument. Ibid. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, I thought upon one pair of English legs Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 6. valiant flea that You may as well say, that's a dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. Act iii. Sc. 7.1 The hum of either army stilly sounds, Give dreadful note of preparation. Activ. Chorus. There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. Activ. Sc. I. Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own. Ibid. 1 Act iii. Sc. 6, Dyce. King Henry V. continued.] That's a perilous shot out of an elder gun. Act iv. Sc. I. Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread. Ibid. Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep. But, if it be a sin to covet honour, Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 3. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : Then shall our names, Familiar in their mouths 1as household words, - Ibid. There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth . . . and there is salmons in both. Act iv. Sc. 7. In the universal 'orld, or in France, or in England. Act iv. Sc. 8. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things. Act v. Sc. 1. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat, and yet I swear. Ibid. If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. Ibid. 1 'in his mouth,' White, Cambridge, Knight. 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. Delays have dangerous ends. Act ii. Sc. 4. Act iii. Sc. 2. She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd; Act v. Sc. 3. 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.1 He dies, and makes no sign. Act iii. Sc. 2. Act iii. Sc. 3. 1 I'm armed with more than complete steel, The justice of my quarrel. Lust's Dominion. King Henry VI., Part II., continued.] The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day 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? Ibid. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. Ibid. 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. 1. The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. Act ii. Sc. 2. [King Henry VI., Part III., continued. Things ill got had ever bad success, And happy always was it for that son Whose father, for his hoarding, went to hell? Act ii. Sc. 2. Warwick, peace; Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings. Act iii. Sc. 3. A little fire is quickly trodden out, Act iv. Sc. 8. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind: KING RICHARD III. Now is the winter of our discontent Act v. Sc. 6. Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds But I that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, |