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. He will give the devil his due.1 Ibid. Ibid. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee. If all the year were playing holidays, bid. 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 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 Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd Ibid. 1 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 I. Act i. Sc. 3. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, I know a trick worth two of that. Ibid. 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! I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. Ibid. 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. Ibid. Ibid. 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 1. Act ii. Sc. 4. Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. I was now a coward on instinct. Ibid. 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. Ibid. Play out the play. Ibid. Oh, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions. I am not in the roll of common men. Glen. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Ibid. While you live, tell truth and shame the devil! 1 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. Ibid. A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. 1 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: Wit without Money, act iv. sc. 1. SWIFT: Mary the Cookmaid's Letter. To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little 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. Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn? Rob me the exchequer. This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise. That daffed the world aside, And bid it pass. All plumed like estridges that with the wind I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 1. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. 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 iv. 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 feast1 Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest. I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well. Ibid. Act v. 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? 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 no. of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism. Ibid. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. Sc. 4. I could have better spared a better man. Thy maiden sword. 1 See Heywood, page 19. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. 2 It show'd discretion the best part of valour. 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