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And oftentimes excusing of a fault
King John. Act iv. Sc. 2. We cannot hold mortality's strong hand.
Ibid. Make haste; the better foot before.
lbid. I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news.
Ibid, Another lean unwashed artificer.
Ibid. How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done!
Ibid. Mocking the air with colours idly spread. Act v. Sc. 1
'T is strange that death should sing.
Sc. 7. Now my soul hath elbow-room.
Ibid. This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.
Ibid. Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Ibid. Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster.
King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1. In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
Ibid. The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. Sc. 3. Truth hath a quiet breast.
Ibid. All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
i Qui s'excuse, s'accuse (He who excuses himself accuses himself). GABRIEL MEURIER: Trésor des Sentences. 1530-1601.
8 See page 63, note 2.
O, who can hold a fire in his hand
King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
Act ii. Sc. 1. The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past. Ibid This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
Ibid. The ripest fruit first falls.
Ibid. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. Sc. 3. Eating the bitter bread of banishment.
Act iii. Sc. 1. Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines.
Sc. 2 Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king. Ibid. O, call back yesterday, bid time return !
Ibid. Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. Ibid.
And nothing can we call our own but death
King Richard II. Aut ü. Sc. 2.
Ibid. He is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war.
Sc. 3. And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave.
Gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. Act iv. Sc. 1. A mockery king of snow.
Ibid. As in a theatre, the eyes After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious.
Act v. Sc. 2. As for a camel To thread the postern of a small needle's eye. So shaken as we are, so wan with care.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
In those holy fields
Ibid. Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.
Sc. 2. Old father antic the law:
1 It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a riche man to enter into the kingdom of God. – Matt. xix. 24.
I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint.
Ibid. And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.
Ibid. ”T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.
Ibid. He will give the devil his due.
Ibid. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee,
Ibid. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work.
Ibid. Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took 't away again.
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.
Ibid. God save the mark.
Ibid. 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 Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
Ibid. ? Thomas NASH ; Have with you to Saffron Walden. DRYDEN : Epilogue to the Duke of Guise.
The blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare!
King Henry IV. Part 1. Act (. Sc. 3. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.
Ibid. I know a trick worth two of that.
Act ü. Sc. 1. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.
Sc. 2. It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever.
Ibid. Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along.
Ibid. Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
Sc. 3. Brain him with his lady's fan.
Ibid. A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy.
Sc. 4. A plague of all cowards, I say,
Ibid. There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.
Ibid. Call you that backing of your friends ? A plague upon such backing!
Ibid. I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.
Ibid. I have peppered two of them: two I am sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face; call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward : here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me
Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green.