Macbeth Continued. Act iv. Sc. 3. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, Act v. Sc. 3. My way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; 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; 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, 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, 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, Act iii. Sc. 4. Life is as tedious as a twicetold tale, 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, 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, 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; 'tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation. 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, 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. |