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.

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

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.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Sc. 4.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Ibid.

And sheathed their swords for lack of argument.

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.

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.

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.

An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England! King Henry V. 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 eat, I swear.

All hell shall stir for this.

Ibid.

Ibid.

If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows.

Sc. 2.

Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.

Halcyon days.

Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
Between two blades, which bears the better temper;
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.1

She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed;
She is a woman, therefore to be won.

Main chance.2

Sc. 2.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.

Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
I'd set my ten commandments in your face.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.3

Sc. 3.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

- DRYDEN: Tyrannic Love, act i. sc. 1. BUTLER: Hudibras, part ii. canto ii,

2 Have a care o' th' main chance.
Be careful still of the main chance. - DRYDEN: Persius, satire vi.
See Raleigh, page 25; Lyly, page 33.

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.1

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

He dies, and makes no sign.

Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
And let us all to meditation.

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day
Is crept into the bosom of the sea.

Sc. 3.

Ibid.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony to drink small beer.

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.

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown,
Within whose circuit is Elysium
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy!

Sc. 7.

Part III. Act i. Sc. 2.

And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.

1 See Marlowe, page 40.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.

King Henry VI. Part III. Act ü. Sc. 2.

Didst thou never hear

That things ill got had ever bad success?
And happy always was it for that son
Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?

Warwick, peace,

Proud setter up and puller down of kings!
A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Ibid.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Act iv. Sc. 8.

Act v. Sc. 6.

Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;

I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable

That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,