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 Act iv. Sc. 4. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. Act v. Sc. 3. KING HENRY V. Act i. Sc. 1. Act i. Sc. 1. When he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still. Act i. Sc. 1. Base is the slave that pays. Act i. Sc. 3. 'A babbled of green fields. King Henry V.-Continued. Act iii. Sc. 1. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; peace, there's nothing so becomes a man Act iv. Chorus. With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation. Act iv. Sc. 3. Then shall our names, FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI. Act i. Sc. 1. Hung be the heavens with black. Act v. Sc. 3. SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI. Act iii. Sc. 1. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. Act iii. Sc. 2. What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ? Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. Act iii. Sc. 3. He dies and makes no sign. THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI. Act. v. Sc. 6. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer. KING RICHARD III. Act i. Sc. 1. Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds that lowered upon our house, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. King Richard III. – Continued. I that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Why I, in this weak, piping time of peace, Act i. Sc. 2. Act i. Sc. 2. Act i. Sc. 4. Act iv. Sc. 2. Act iv. Sc. 4. King Richard III. Continued. Act iv. Sc. 4. Act v. Sc. 2. Act v. Sc. 2. True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. Act v. Sc. 3. Act v. Sc. 4. I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die. Act v. Sc. 4. A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse ! KING HENRY VIII. Act ii. Sc. 3. Verily with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow. |