Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames 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, Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth 2 as household words, 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! Halcyon days. Delays have dangerous ends.1 She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; 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, 1 All delays are dangerous in war. 2 Have a care o' th' main chance. Sc. 3. Act iii. Sc. 1. DRYDEN: Tyrannic Love, act i. sc. 1. Be careful still of the main chance. - DRYDEN: Persius, satire vi. 8 See Raleigh, page 25; Lyly, page 33. What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2. He dies, and makes no sign. Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close; The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day 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 parch ment, 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, Sc. 7. Part III. Act i. Sc. 2. And many strokes, though with a little axe, 1 See Marlowe, page 40. Act ii. Sc. 1. The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success? Proud setter up and puller down of kings! Now is the winter of our discontent Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 3. Act iv. Sc. 8. Act v. Sc. 6. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, That dogs bark at me as I halt by them, Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 1. To leave this keen encounter of our wits. Sc. 2. Ibid. Sc. 2. Framed in the prodigality of nature. The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.1 Sc. 3. And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends stolen out of 2 holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil. Ibid. O, I have passed a miserable night, I would not spend another such a night, Though 't were to buy a world of happy days. Sc. 4. Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! All scattered in the bottom of the sea: A parlous boy. 1 For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. cism, part ii. line 66. 2 "Stolen forth" in White and Knight. Ibid. |