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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. 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.1

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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 furnish it ? - Luke xiv. 28.

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.

Sc. 2. Let the end try the man.

Ibid. 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. Sc. 3. Aggravate your choler. .

Sc. 4. O sleep, () 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 üi. Sc. 1. With all appliances and means to boot.

Ibid. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

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

Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is, being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated, — which is an excellent thing.

Ibid. Most forcible Feeble.


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We have heard the chimes at midnight.

King Henry IV. Part II. Act . Sc. 2. A man can die but once.

Ibid. Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.

Ibid. We are ready to try our fortunes To the last man.

Act iv. Sc. 2. I may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, “I came, saw, and overcame.”

Sc. 3. He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity.

Sc. 4. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. Sc. 5.1

The oldest sins the newest kind of ways.

Ibid. 1 A joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook.

Act v. Sc. 1. His cares are now all ended.

Sc. 2. Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol ? Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.?

Sc. 3. A foutre for the world and worldlings base! I speak of Africa and golden joys.

Ibid. Under which king, Bezonian ? speak, or die!

Ibid. Oh for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention !

King Henry V. Prologue. Consideration, like an angel, came And whipped the offending Adam out of him. Act i. Sc. 1.

1 Act iv. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. 2 See Heywood, page 20.

Ill blows the wind that profits nobody. Henry VI. part iii. act ii. sc. 5.

green fields.

Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter : that when he speaks,
The air, a chartered libertine, is still.

King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1. Base is the slave that pays.

Act ii, Sc. 1. Even at the turning o’the tide.

Sc. 3. His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of

Ibid. As cold as any stone.

Ibid. Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting.

Sc. 4. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger : Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. Act iii. Sc. 1. And sheathed their swords for lack of argument. Ibid. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start.

Ibid. I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

Sc. 2. Men of few words are the best men.

Ibid. I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen.

Sc. 6. You may as well say, that's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

Sc. 7.1 The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch ;

1 Act iii. Sc. 6 in Dyce.

Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames
Each battle sees the other's umbered face ;
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents
The armourers, accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.

King Henry V. Act iv. Prologue.
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out.

Sc. 1. Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own.

Ibid. That's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun.

Ibid. Who with a body filled and vacant mind Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. Ibid. Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep. Ibid. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.

Sc. 3. This day is called the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

Ibid. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth 2 as household words, – Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. Ibid. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.

Ibid. There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth ; and there is salmons in both.

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1 With clink of hammers closing rivets up. — CIBBER : Richard III. Altered, act v. sc. 3.

2 “In their mouths" in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.

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