The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. King Henry VI. Part III. Act ü. Sc. 2. Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success? Warwick, peace, Proud setter up and puller down of kings! A little fire is quickly trodden out; Now is the winter of our discontent Ibid Act iii. Sc. 3. Act iv. Sc. 8. Act v. Sc. 6. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, I, that am To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, King Richard III. Act i. Se. 1. To leave this keen encounter of our wits. Sc. 2. Framed in the prodigality of nature. Ibid. Sc. 2. The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.1 And thus I clothe my naked villany 2 With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ, Ó, I have passed a miserable night, Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! All scattered in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes A parlous boy. Sc. 3. Ibid. Sc. 4. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 4. 1 For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. - POPE: Essay on Criti eism, part iii. line 66. 2 "Stolen forth" in White and Knight. So wise so young, they say, do never live long.1 Off with his head! 2 King Richard III. Act iü. Sc. 1. Sc. 4. Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Tetchy and wayward. Ibid. Sc. 7. Act iv. Sc. 2. Sc. 3. Ibid. Sc. 4. Ibid. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 2. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. Ibid. Sc. 3. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. 1 A little too wise, they say, do ne'er live long.- MIDDLETON: The Phoenix, act i. sc. 1. 2 Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!— CIBBER: Richard III (altered), act iv. sc. 3. The selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. A thing devised by the enemy.1 1 King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die : I think there be six Richmonds in the field. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! Ibid. Sc. 4. Ibid. Order gave each thing view. King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1. No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger. Anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Ibid. Self-mettle tires him. Ibid. Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. Ibid. "Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through. Sc. 2. The mirror of all courtesy. Act ii. Sc. 1. Sc. 2. This bold bad man.2 "T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Sc. 3. Orpheus with his lute made trees, Bow themselves when he did sing. Act iii. Sc. 1. "T is well said again, And 't is a kind of good deed to say well: And yet words are no deeds. Sc. 2. 1 A weak invention of the enemy. - CIBBER: Richard III. (altered), act v. sc. 3. 2 See Spenser, page 27. And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. I have touched the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, Press not a falling man too far! This Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! More pangs and fears than wars or women have: And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. A load would sink a navy. And sleep in dull cold marble. Ibid Ibid. Ibid Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. |