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Give you a reason on compulsion ! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I.

King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. Ibid. I was now a coward on instinct.

Ibid. No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!

Ibid. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Ibid.

A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.

Ibid. In King Cambyses' vein.

Ibid. That reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years.

Ibid. Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. Play out the play.

Ibid. 0, monstrous ! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack !

Ibid. Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions.

Act iii. Sc. 1. I am not in the roll of common men.

Ibid. 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 ? Ibid. While you live, tell truth and shame the devil! Ibid. I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers. Ibid. But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

Ibid. A deal of skimble-skamble stuff.

Ibid. - BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: Wil without Money, act iv. sc. 1. Swift: Mary the Cookmaid's Letter.

Exceedingly well read.

King Henry IV. Part 1. Act . Sc. 1 A good mouth-filling oath.

Ibid A fellow of no mark nor likelihood.

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To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.

Ibid. An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn.

Sc. 3 Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me.

Ibid. Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn ?

Rob me the exchequer.

This sickness doth infect
The very life-blood of our enterprise.

Act iv. Sc. 1.
That daffed the world aside,
And bid it pass.

All plumed like estridges that with the wind
Baited like eagles having lately bathed;
Glittering in golden coats, like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May,
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer.

I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat
As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
And witch the world with noble horsemanship. Noid.
The cankers of a calm world and a long peace. Sc. 2.

A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I'll not march. through Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the

villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half-shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ic. Sc. 2.

Food for powder, food for powder; they 'll fill a pit as well as better.

Ibid. To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast 1 Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.

Ibid. I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well. Act r. Sc. 1.

Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, - how then? Can honour set to 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. 'T is insensible, then ? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? no. Why ? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my

Ibid. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. Sc. 4.

This earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.

Ibid. Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph !

Ibid. I could have better spared a better man.

Ibid. The better part of valour is discretion.”

Ibid. Full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword.



1 See Heywood. Page 19. ? It show'd discretion the best part of valour. – BEAUMONT AND PLETCHER : A King and no King, act ii. sc. 3.

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.

King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4. I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly.

Ibid. 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 burnt.

Part II. 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, Remember'd tolling a departing friend.

Ibid. I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.

Sc. 2. A rascally yea-forsooth knave.

Ibid. Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.

Ibid. We that are in the vaward of our youth.

Ibid. For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of anthems.

Ibid. It was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing to make it too common. Ibid.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. Ibid. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle.

Ibid. Who lined himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply.

Ibid. When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection."

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1 Which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down first and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish it? Luke xiv. 28.

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An habitation giddy and unsure
Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3. Past and to come seems best; things present worst.

Ibid. A poor lone woman.

Act ii. Sc. 1. I'll tickle your catastrophe.

Ibid. He hath eaten me out of house and home.

Ibid. Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson week. Ibid. I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. Let the end try the man.

Thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.

Ibid. He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. Aggravate your choler.

O sleep, O 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 ii. Sc. 1. With all appliances and means to boot. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?

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cellent thing.

Most forcible Feeble.


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