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King Henry IV. (Part I.) – Continued.

Act i. Sc. 2. He will give the Devil his due.

Act i. 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.

Act i. Sc. 3.

By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon.

Act ii. Sc. 1. I know a trick worth two of that.

Act ii. Sc. 3. Out of this nettle, danger we pluck this flower, safety.

Act ii. Sc. 4. Call you that backing of your friends ? a plague upon such backing !

Act ii. Sc. 4. Give you a reason on compulsion! if reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.

Act ii. Sc. 4. I was a coward on instinct.

Act ii. Sc. 4.
No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me.

King Henry IV. (Part I.) – Continued.

Act ii. Sc. 4. A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder.


Act ii. Sc. 4. In King Cambyses vein.

Act iii. Sc. 1.
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?

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Tell truth and shame the Devil.

Act iii. Sc. 1.
I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew,
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn ?

Act v. Sc. 4.
I could have better spared a better man.

Act v. Sc. 4.

The better part of valor is


Act v. Sc. 4. 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.


Act i. Sc. 1. Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him, half his Troy was burned.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remembered knolling a departed friend.

Act i. Sc. 2. I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

He hath eaten me out of house and home.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

He was, indeed, the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Sleep, gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

Act iii. Sc. 1. With all appliances and means to boot.

King Henry IV. (Part II.) – Continued.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Act iii. Sc. 2. Like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.

Act iv. Sc. 4. He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity.

Act iv. Sc. 4.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Under which king, Bezonian? Speak, or die.


Act i. Sc. 1.
Consideration like an angel came,
And whipped the offending Adam out of him.

Act i. Sc. 1.

When he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Base is the slave that pays.

Act ïi. Sc. 3.

'A babbled of



King Henry V.- Continued.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead!

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.

Act iv. Chorus. With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

Then shall our names,
· Familiar in their mouths as household words,
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster, -
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.


Act i. Sc. 1. Hung be the heavens with black.

Act v. Sc. 3.
She's beautiful; and therefore to be wooed :
She is a woman; therefore to be won.

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