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Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath; and so was he. But we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.

I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly.

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,

Ibid.

So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,

And would have told him half his Troy was burnt.

Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remember'd tolling a departing friend.

Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.

Ibid.

I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.

A rascally yea-forsooth knave.

Sc. 2.

Ibid.

Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.

We that are in the vaward of our youth.

Ibid.

Ibid.

For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of anthems.

Ibid.

It was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing to make it too common.

Ibid.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to

be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

Ibid.

If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle.

Ibid.

Eating the air on promise of supply.

When we mean to build,

Who lined himself with hope,

We first survey the plot, then draw the model;

And when we see the figure of the house,
Then must we rate the cost of the erection.1

Sc. 3.

1 Which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down first and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish it? - Luke xiv. 28.

Ibid.

An habitation giddy and unsure

Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3.

Past and to come seems best; things present worst.

A poor lone woman.

I'll tickle your catastrophe.

Ibid.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Ibid.

He hath eaten me out of house and home.

Ibid.

Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson week.

I do now remember the poor creature, small beer.
Let the end try the man.

Ibid.

Sc. 2.

Ibid.

Thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.

Ibid.

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Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness ?

With all appliances and means to boot.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?

Sc. 2.

Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is, being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated, - which is an excellent thing.

Most forcible Feeble.

Ibid.

Ibid.

We have heard the chimes at midnight.

King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Ibid.

A man can die but once. Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring : when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.

We are ready to try our fortunes

To the last man.

Ibid.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

I may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, "I came, saw, and overcame."

Sc. 3.

He hath a tear for pity, and a hand

Open as day for melting charity.

Sc. 4.

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

Sc. 5.1

Commit

The oldest sins the newest kind of ways.

Ibid.1

A joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kick

shaws, tell William cook.

His cares are now all ended.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Sc. 2.

Falstaff What wind blew you hither, Pistol?

Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.2

Sc. 3.

A foutre for the world and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys.

Ibid.

Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die!

Ibid.

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention !

King Henry V. Prologue.

Consideration, like an angel, came
And whipped the offending Adam out of him.

1 Act iv. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.

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Turn him to any cause of policy,

The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,

Familiar as his garter: that when he speaks,
The air, a chartered libertine, is still.

Base is the slave that pays.

Even at the turning o' the tide.

King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Sc. 3.

His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of

green fields.

As cold as any stone.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin

As self-neglecting.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,

Or close the wall up with our English dead!

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man

Ibid.

Ibid.

Sc. 4.

As modest stillness and humility;

But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger:
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

And sheathed their swords for lack of argument.

Ibid.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start.

Ibid.

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

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You may as well say, that's a valiant flea that dare

eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

The hum of either army stilly sounds,
That the fixed sentinels almost receive

The secret whispers of each other's watch;

1 Act iii. Sc. 6 in Dyce.

Sc. 7.1

Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames
Each battle sees the other's umbered face;
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents
The armourers, accomplishing the knights,

With busy hammers closing rivets up,1

Give dreadful note of preparation.

King Henry V. Act iv. Prologue.

There is some soul of goodness in things evil,

Would men observingly distil it out.

Sc. 1.

Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's

soul is his own.

That's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Who with a body filled and vacant mind

Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread.

Ibid.

Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.

Ibid.

But if it be a sin to covet honour,

I am the most offending soul alive.

Sc. 3.

This day is called the feast of Crispian :

He that outlives this day and comes safe home,

Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

Ibid.

Then shall our names,

Familiar in his mouth 2 as household words,
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.

Ibid.

Ibid.

There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth; .. and there is salmons in both.

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Sc. 7.

1 With clink of hammers closing rivets up. - CIBBER: Richard III. Altered, act v. sc. 3.

2 In their mouths in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.

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