Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd; That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Bores through his castle wall; and farewell king! For you have but mistook me all this while : Need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me,-I am a king?-Act 3, Sc. 2. Gard. Unruly children make their sire Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight. York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, Act 3, Sc. 4. After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Thinking his prattle to be tedious; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, "God save him!' No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home. Act 5, Sc. 2. Act 5, Sc. 3. Duch. A beggar begs that never begg'd before. FIRST PART OF KING HENRY THE FOURTH. Fal. Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.-Act 1, Sc. 2. Prince. Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it. *-Act 1, Sc. 2. Fal. 'Tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. Act 1, Sc. 2. Prince. He will give the devil his due.—Act 1, Sc. 2. Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But I remember, when the fight was done, He was perfumed like a milliner; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held He gave his nose and took't away again; Who therewith angry, when it next came there, And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me; among the rest, demanded * Compare Proverbs i. 20: her voice in the streets." 66 Wisdom crieth without; she uttereth My prisoners in your majesty's behalf. I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds, (God save the mark!) And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.-Act 1, Sc. 3. Hot. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon. Act 1, Sc. 3. Ist Car. I know a trick worth two of that. Hot. Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. Act 2, Sc. 3. Hot. I could brain him with his lady's fan. · Act 2, Sc. 3. Fal. Call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing!-Act 2, Sc. 4. Fal. If reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.-Act 2, Sc. 4. Fal. A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder.--Act 2, Sc. 4. Fal. Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. Act 2, Sc. 4. Prince. But one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack.-Act 2, Sc. 4. Hot. Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. But will they come when you do call for them? Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil, Fal. Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me.-Act 3, Sc. 3. Fal. Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?—Act 3, Sc. 3. Fal. Food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit, as well as better.-Act 4, Sc. 2. Fal. To the latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.-Act 4, Sc. 2. King. Moody beggars starving for a time, Of pell-mell havoc and confusion.-Act 5, Sc. 1. Fal. Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set 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? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then. Yea, to the dead. But will it not live Why? detraction will not suffer it. Honour is a mere scutcheon and with the living? no. : Prince. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. Act 5, Sc. 4. Prince. I could have better spar'd a better man. Act 5, Sc. 4. Fal. The better part of valour is-discretion.--Act 5, Sc. 4. Fal. 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 5, Sc. 4. SECOND PART OF KING HENRY THE FOURTH. Rum. Open your ears; for which of you will stop |