Macbeth Continued.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

I'll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate.

Act iv. Sc. 1. Show his

eyes, and grieve his heart ! Come like shadows, so depart.

Act iv. Sc. 1. What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

Act iv. Sc. 1. The flighty purpose never is o’ertook, Unless the deed go with it.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

When our actions do not Our fears do make us traitors.

Act iv. Sc. 3.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

Act iv. Sc. 3.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak,
Whispers the o’erfraught heart, and bids it break.

Act iv. Sc. 3.
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
At one fell swoop ?

Act iv. Sc. 3.
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.

Maobeth - Continued.

Act iv. Sc. 3.
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes,
And braggart with my tongue!

Act v. Sc. 3.

My way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.

Act v. Sc. 3.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain ;
And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart ?

Act v. Sc. 3.
Throw physic to the dogs : I'll none of it.

Act v. Sc. 3.
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.

Macbeth - Continued.

Act v. Sc. 5.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls ;
The cry is still, They come.

Act v. Sc. 5. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more ; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

Act v. Sc. 5.

Blow, wind ! come, wrack !
At least we 'll die with harness on our back.

Act v. Sc. 7. I bear a charmed life.

Act v. Sc. 7.

That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.

Act v. Sc. 7.

Lay on, Macduff; And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough !

KING JOHN.

Act i. Sc. 1.
Lord of thy presence, and no land beside.

Act ii. Sc. 1. For courage mounteth with occasion.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward, Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side ! Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety!

Thou wear a lion's hide! Doff it for shame,
And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.

Act iii. Sc. 4. Life is as tedious as a twicetold tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

When fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye.

Act iv. Sc. 2.
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
*To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light

King John-Continued.
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

Act iv. Sc. 2.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes deeds ill done!

KING RICHARD II.

Act i. Sc. 3.
Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand,
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
By bare imagination of a feast?

Act i. Sc. 3.
The apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.

Act ii. Sc. 1. The ripest fruit first falls.

FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Thou hast damnable iteration.

Act i. Sc. 2. 'Tis my vocation, Hal; ’t is no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.