villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half-shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2. Food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better. Ibid. To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast1 Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest. I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well. Honour pricks me on. me off when I come on, Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1. Yea, but how if honour prick how then? Can honour set to a leg? no or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour; what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? Doth he hear it? no. "T is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism. no. Ibid. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. Sc. 4. This earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. Ibid. Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, Ibid. I could have better spared a better man. Thy maiden sword. 1 See Heywood. page 19. 2 It show'd discretion the best part of valour. FLETCHER: A King and no King, act ii. sc. 3. 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, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt. Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Ibid. 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, 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. I'll tickle your catastrophe. He hath eaten me out of house and home. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. Ibid. 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. 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. Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, With all appliances and means to boot. Act iii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. 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. A man can die but once. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2. Ibid. 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! Ibid. Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die! Ibid. O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend Consideration, like an angel, came King Henry V. Prologue. And whipped the offending Adam out of him. 1 Act iv. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. 2 See Heywood, page 20. Act i. Sc. 1. Ill blows the wind that profits nobody. - Henry VI. part iii. act ii. 8c. 5. Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter: that when he speaks, 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 As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 4. Act iii. Sc. 1. 1bid. And sheathed their swords for lack of argument. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, 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 |