King Richard III. Continued. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front. I that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Why I, in this weak, piping time of peace, Act i. Sc. 2. To leave this keen encounter of our wits. Act i. Sc. 2. Was ever woman in this humor wooed? Act i. Sc. 4. O, I have passed a miserable night, Act iv. Sc. 2. Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. Act iv. Sc. 4. Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women King Richard III. - Continued. Act iv. Sc. 4. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. Act v. Sc. 2. Thus far into the bowels of the land Act v. Sc. 2. True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. Act v. Sc. 3. The king's name is a tower of strength. Act v. Sc. 4. I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die. Act v. Sc. 4. A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse! KING HENRY VIII. Act ii. Sc. 3. Verily I swear, 't is better to be lowly born, King Henry VIII.- Continued. Act iii. Sc. 2. And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. Act iii. Sc. 2. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! Never to hope again. Act iii. Sc. 2. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, Act iii. Sc. 2. Had I but served my God with half the zeal King Henry VIII. - Continued. Act iv. Sc. 2. Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water. Act v. Sc. 2. To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. Act iii. Sc. 3. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin Act iii. Sc. 3. And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, CORIOLANUS. Act iii. Sc. 1. Hear you this Triton of the minnows? JULIUS CÆSAR. Act i. Sc. 2. Beware the Ides of March! Act i. Sc. 2. I cannot tell what you and other men Julius Cæsar - Continued. I had as lief not be, as live to be Act i. Sc. 2. Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point? - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow. Act i. Sc. 2. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper should Act i. Sc. 2. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Walk under his huge legs, and peep about The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, Act i. Sc. 2. Let me have men about me, that are fat; He thinks too much such men are dangerous. : Act i. Sc. 2. Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, |