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And nothing can we call our own but death
King Richard II. At iii. Sc. 2.
Ibid. He is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war.
Sc. 3. And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave.
pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. Act iv. Sc. 1. A mockery king of snow.
Ibid. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, 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 small needle's eye.1 Sc. 5. So shaken as we are, so wan with care.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
In those holy fields
Ibid. Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.
Sc. 2. Old father antic the law.
1 It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God. – Matt, xix. 24.
I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint.
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 labour in his vocation.
Ibid. He will give the devil his due.
Ibid. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
Ibid. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work.
Ibid. Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd Showed 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.
Sc. 3. And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
Ibid. God save the mark.
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, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
1 Thomas NASH ; Have with you to Saffron Walden. DRYDEN : Epilogue to the Duke of Guise.
The blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare!
King Henry IV. Part 1. Act . Sc. 3. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced 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 ü. Sc. 1. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.
Sc. 2. It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever.
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,
Sc. 3. Brain him with his lady's fan.
Ibid. A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy.
Sc. 4. A plague of all cowards, I say.
Ibid. 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. I have peppered two of them: two I am sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram suits. I 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
Ibid. Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green.
Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. Ibid. I was now 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.
Ibid. In King Cambyses' vein.
Ibid. That reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years.
Ibid. Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.
Ibid. Play out the play.
Ibid. 0, 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. 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 ? Ibid. While you live, tell truth and shame the devil ! 1
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.
1 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: Wit without Money, act iv. sc. 1. Swift: Mary the Cookmaid's Letter.
Exceedingly well read.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 1. A good mouth-filling oath.
Ibid. A fellow of no mark nor likelihood.
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.
Sc. 3. Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me.
Ibid. Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn ?
Ibid. Rob me the exchequer.
Ibid. This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise.
Act iv. Sc. 1. That daffed the world aside, And bid it pass.
Ibid. All plumed like estridges that with the wind Baited like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats, like images; As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer.
Ibid. I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm’d, Rise from the ground like featherd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship. Ibid. The cankers of a calm world and a long peace. Sc. 2.
A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the