King Henry IV., Part I., continued.] I would it were bedtime, Hal, and all well. Act v. Sc. I. Yea, but how if hon come on? how then? Honour pricks me on. our prick me off when I 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 that word, honour? Air. A trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it 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 catechism. Act v. Sc. I. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. Act v. Sc. 4 I could have better spared a better man. Act v. Sc. 4. The better part of valour is discretion. Act v. Sc. 4. 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. Act v. Sc. 4. Purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly. Act v. Sc. 4. KING HENRY IV., PART II. Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, burn'd. Act i. Sc. I. Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Act i. Sc. I. I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. Act i. Sc. 2. Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. Acti. Sc. 2. We that are in the vaward of our youth. Act i. Sc. 2. For my voice, I have lost it with hollaing and singing of anthems. Acti. Sc. 2. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. Thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. Act ii. Sc. 2. King Henry IV., Part II., continued.] He was, indeed, the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. Act ii. Sc. 3. 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 iii. Sc. I. With all appliances and means to boot. Act iii. Sc. I. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. Act iii. Sc. I. Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all: How a good yoke of bullocks at all shall die. Stamford fair? Act iii. Sc. 2. Accommodated: that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is being whereby he may be thought to be -accommodated; which is an excellent thing. Act iii. Sc. 2. Let that suffice, most forcible Feeble. Act iii. Sc. 2. We have heard the chimes at midnight. Act iii. Sc. 2. Like a man made after supper of a cheeseparing when he was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife. Act iii. Sc. 2. [King Henry IV., Part II., continued He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Act iv. Sc. 4. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. Act iv. Sc. 4. A joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook. Act v. Sc. I. A foutra for the world and worldlings base! Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die. KING HENRY V. Ò for a muse of fire, that would ascend Consideration, like an angel, came Chorus. And whipp'd th' offending Adam out of him. Turn him to any cause of policy, Act i. Sc. I. The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks, Act i. Sc. I. I dare not fight; but I will wink, and hold out my iron. Act ii. Sc. I. Base is the slave that pays. Act ii. Sc. T. King Henry V. continued.] His nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a bab bled of green fields. Act ii. Sc. 3. Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. Act ii. Sc. 4. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Act iii. Sc. I. And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument. Act iii. Sc. I. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Act iii. Sc. I. I thought upon one pair of English legs Act iii. Sc. 6. You may as well say, that's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. Act iii. Sc. 7.1 The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch. 1 Act iii. Sc. 6, Dyce. |